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I was trying to set you up to try to set up something interesting and so far, you haven't gone anywhere with this. I mean, I dig player driven story but this almost feels lazy to me and I'm not sure this is a game for me. Think I'm done. Sorry I could't have more patience and that this hasn't been more interesting. Good luck to everyone.
As the ship lands, Merrik hops up out of his seat and makes way to the exit of the ship. "I shall travel with you, friend Harukai..." he says as he stands to 'guard the grain.' Presiding over the transfer of the grain, he watches the exchange with the rest of the crew and thinks to himself. 'We need information and I am not a slave...' He looks back over the crew again then looks at the wanted poster wondering if there might be any connection between this person and Dasan. He decides the crew needs info and he's now determined to be helpful to the first group of people he can claim as friends. Heading on his own he looks around for where to start.
Merrik shuffles uncomfortably as he doesn't have much to contribute. He starts to think of the other dragon gladiators when they would fight in the sky and the reason he learned to jump as well as he does. "I have some battle strategies that might be helpful. Plus, if there is any way we could board their ship, I would fight to my last breath." Merrik then proceeds to lay his shield down on the floor and maneuvers items from the bridge around to give Erlich some dragon air battle insights.
Merrik follows Harukai to the cantina and sticks out like a sore thumb. He starts to think that this was a bad idea as his honed warrior senses are sent a blaze with the sights and sounds, growling at a passerby who bumps into him. He makes it to the bar where he gets passed one of fizzy, blue drinks and take a large sniff of it with flared nostrils. 5 of them later and Merrik is the life of the party, grunting along with to some vesk deathmetal. Someone bumps into him again, this time sending the large man to the floor. He jumps up and knocks out the wrong person starting a bar fight of epic proportions of which the group has to execute a rescue mission to quickly skit away Merrik to sleep it off on the ship.
Scowling as the hobgoblins depart, Merrik watches as the last one slips out of view then returns to a restful stance and straps his shield to his back. He heads up the ramp on to the ship then slows his pace as he travels the deck. Reaching out, he slowly touches the bulk heads then retracts his hands and wraps them around a darkened and scarred rings around his wrists. Taking a slow sigh of relief he proceeds to the bridge to find the party prepping systems. He observes them pushing buttons and tapping screens, not having the slightest idea what they are doing. He goes to reach for a panel to get a snap from the group stating something to the effect of self destruct. He pulls back and resumes his silence against the wall while they continues their work.
I agree it's sound, I've just never seen it executed properly. I wish we could see or hear a game run by the designers to get an idea of what they attended. I'm fairly versed, ran and rolled a few but so far it has not been enjoyable. But, I never roll my eyes at it. Be interesting to see it PBP. I think I'll try the open crew role if GM allows. The new rules seem to give it more life and a bit more flavor, specially with the mystic role. I just imagine the Scrye ability is somebody bleeding all over a console.
Merrik glances up and actually catches the gaze of Erlich. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Merrik perks up and clasps his forarm, offering a nod of understanding. Merrik sweeps his gaze across the rest of the group as if for the first time and, again for the first time, not feel the sense of being a slave. "I hear your words, friend Erlich. I was supposed to meet my new master here and I never mistake my orders. Seems that we may have a benefactor then, as it seems we have just been given this ship. Does anyone know who that might be? Only that I do not want to mistake my presence here."
Not particularly ingrained in ships in SF yet so both player and character won't have much say in this. However, given Merrik's strong draconic involvement, Sky Fire would be very inspiring to him. Sorry he hasn't had much to say. He has been a slave and assuming he's on some particular mission here. He won't open up on his own and would be happy to RP him out of his shell with you all.
Merrik shuffles with his eyes low. shield promptly in front of him. At the naming of 'Sky Fire' he actually looks up, to get fully sight of the ship. He breaks his composure a bit to be in awe of the prospect of flying in a ship without being chained to the hull. Once Erlich starts speaking though, he resumes his usual disposition and quietly asks, "Shall I board and prepare your stations, masters?"
'Head down, eyes down'
Merrik's Master replies, "Sometimes, life has a weird sense of humor and has given this one...certain abilities outside of the norm. He is not one to ignore." The Lord laughs in the Master's face, flames licking outside his jowls, "I then challenge this notion." He point's at Master, "And you will not deny me. Bremedy! Turn this slug to dust." A youngling red steps forward into the ring, a wide open crevasse with jagged rocks and deep pits forming a non-welcoming environment for creatures smaller than the dragons that live in the area. Merrik strides out and draws his hammer and shield then leaps with surprising agility onto a rock point. With a roar and a gout of flame from the Lord, the match begins. Using the same agility, Merrik leaps up onto the young red before it could react. After a slam from his hammer, a ripple of energy surged through his shield. With a quick movement, the shield slid its way through the dragon's neck and it's head fell into the chasm, disappearing from sight. Before the body fell, Merrik makes a mighty leap from the and dropped heroically onto the ringside. Returning his equipment to it's restful state, he stand in his standard slave pose. Utter shock is the only word that could be use to describe the scene of dragons. The Master begins laughing, "Now that you have forced my hand, he is no longer on the market. If you wish to press that issue, I would be happy to make this flesh bag behead another of your assets..." The lord growls as his eyes light up but quickly turns, motioning for his gladiators, in formation, to leave. Master continues to laugh as he instructs his fighters to leave, commanding Merrik to approach him, "It is good to see that my actions are not wasted and now it's time for the fruit of my labors bare some return. I have something for you, my boy. Something that will make me well known throughout Bahamut."
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