Ageless Master

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11 posts. Alias of Camris.



Ishirou thrust his katana forward low at Reijo.
Katana thrust: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 for a possible 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 damage.
Claw 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 for a possible 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 damage.

Ishirou muttered under his breath as he frequently consulted his map under the flame of his torch.
"Yes, from here we follow the east coast, here, south along the shore..." He said, then strode forth briskly, a fey gleam in his eyes.

Jolted by Arys' slap, you could see Ishirou debate with himself internally before he slapped his sword back fully into its scabbard.
"Fine. Take a look, for all the good it will do you." He gritted out as he took a folded sheet of old salt stained parchment and threw it down at your feet.
"Know ye aught of Captain Quellig?" He asked aloud.

Know:History DC20 or Know:Local DC17:
You recall stories of a Captain Lortch Quellig, a famous, successful and paranoid pirate captain of the Shackles some fifty years ago. Reputed to have been so paranoid, that he sacrificed his own crew to hide his ill gotten treasure.

Reijo wrote:
"Hey. Manscape," he remarks after walking up behind the map-stashing man with a neatly trimmed goatee. "Mind sharin' what ye's got there? A map?"

Ishirou whirled around to face Reijo, his eyes blazing. His thumb barely moved as it clicked gently off its scabbard restriction stop.

"And if I do mind?" He gritted out.

Ishirou shrugged apologetically and followed along after Aerys loyally.

Ishirou shrugged and started packing to go with her.

Thurden wrote:
'Thanks for the rescue. What's a 'Yokel'?'

Ishirou flickered a smile and said; "It means, something like 'strange ghost' or 'fantastic monster'.

"Come. We rest. Move tomorrow."

Ishirou dropped Thurden where he was as his knees wobbled and let him down.
"Yo-Kai" He intoned as he pointed out to sea and shook his head.

Seeing a number of sea-scorpions creeping towards you, he urges you back to the fort.

Navigator Ulamon

Shaedeen wrote:
"Good day, sir. What can you tell us about the raiders' ship? Maybe the direction from which it came at the Throaty Mermaid, for instance?"

Ulamon frowned.

"That's the thing lass. I was below with the rest of the crew in me hammock, so I didn't see fer meself, but I heard from the night watch that there wasn't no ship. We was boarded outta nowhere!." He replied with a superstitious shudder.

Sunny wrote:
"Hey-YA there!"

The ship's Navigator, a Bonuwat shaman from Sargava by the name of Ulamon, nodded back at Sunny with a friendly smile.

"Aye lass, and a fine sailing day ta ye as well." He said, his hands easing the ships helm a little back and forth as the ship rode over the broad swells of the ocean.

A rugged Tian man of impressive physique and middling years came in, his greying hair arranged in a pigtail and a perpetually scuffy beard.
His clothing and armor are well kept and clean, but obviously of low quality. Only his sword, a beautiful katana is of any obvious value.
Coming to the table, he gives a respectful bow to the Captain.
"Ishirou." He said briefly, then sat. "Bodyguard." He said, almost as an afterthought.
He waived off the offer of rum.

Perception DC25:
There on the hilt, on the small silver studding that helps with gripping a sword slippery with blood, the insignia of the Aspis Consortium!