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Forsaking his rapier for a battleaxe, he draws the same and brushes his armor off, shows away his waterskin, and beckons his new associates forward before walking very purposefully towards the cornrows. Once he gets to the cornrows, he hesitates for a second. Then he cries out, "Hey, what's going on in there?" before he begins to cut down the cornrows in the general direction of the battle-sounds.
Nico pulls a waterskin off of his belt at the mention of water - he really is quite thirsty, and not just for the strong stuff. Seeing that it's caked with sand, he wills a small stream of water to clean off the outside, fills it once, pours it out, and then fills it again. He takes a long gulp before he holds the thing out, its nozzle dripping with water. "Unless either of you folk have got containers, feel free to take a sip."
It had taken all of Nico's agility and strength to avoid certain death when the ship had wrecked - or so he thought, at least. Nico's memory was more than a little fuzzy at the thought of the wreck. And what was that taste in his mouth? Oh, sand. Good, he wouldn't drown. Struggling to his feet, trying to whick the water off of his arms and squeeze his clothes dry, he groans, "Oh, I really need a drink."
Hey, so I think it might be appropriate to post here - Aardvark's posted on the discussion thread of one of my campaigns that he's trying to get people he knows into this game. This character that I'm posting with is the one that would be added, and I think that Aardvark gave permission to post on this thread. So, tell me what you think, I suppose? He's a charismatic and Good-aligned adventurer, that's in a trip just for the sake of a trip and is pretty much up for anything.
Nico nods at Astein's acknowledgement and continues by replying to Lorin. "Of course I am quite willing to go the distance when it comes to taking control, seizing the day, gaining freedom, and all that. The thing is, not every moment is the best moment to do so. We are surrounded by enemies, and the group with whom we just combated Fipps and his flunkies are all in this together. That means we have to work together, Lorin. That means not using demonic energies to sear us and claim that it was you who did all of the work. We had that fight well in-hand. I suggest, if you are to use that power, finding a better way to focus the energies so that you may only hit hostiles with it. Next time you might get somebody killed."
Nico signals the thumbs-up. He wouldn't like the blood of a murder on his hands, honestly. As he goes up the stairs with the others, however, he grabs Lorin by the shoulder. The skin of his hand is cracked and the flesh is somewhat shriveled, although the remnants of his healing energies had patched him up somewhat. "The next time you decide to do that, please, PLEASE think. For once, think about other people. I know you think you're hot s@~$, but I'm not going to let you get us killed. Understand?" His piece said, he continues up onto the deck of the ship to be assigned his day's work.
Nico sees a very quick resolution to what could have been a difficult fight, and quickly secrets his dagger away again. He feels a pleasant drunkenness as divine energy wraps itself around his wounds and his flesh reknits itself together. "No, Astein, I don't believe anybody was truly badly injured. I'm going to want words with Lorin today, though."
"I am not quite ready to be keelhauled, so I have to say that this man remains alive. Remember, that Scourge threatened to heelhaul ANYBODY that's caught killing people. Surely we could bring up a grievance of our own, about this man, to Scourge?" While speaking, Lorin is checking the man's injuries, and will attempt to bandage or stabilize Fipps if he is near death.
To himself, quietly, while Fipps speaks, "So, Fipps. You think we won't scare you? We have the gods and a massive angry orc on our side!" When the group lunges at them, Nico will leap quickly into action.
"You think we ain't scary, Fipps?" Suddenly, to Fipps, the world grows very dark, and every around corner, behind every object, behind every wall and door, there seems to be something watching him. And they aren't happy with him.
Nico follows his fellow prisoners up onto the deck of the ship, and quickly takes stock of the situation. Looking between the group of prisoners and the people Chumlett brought, apparently to menace them, Nico raises his arms, and speaks slowly and in a conciliatory tone. "Now gentlemen, I'm sure whatever slights you may have felt, and whatever intent you may have against my compatriots here is well-misplaced. This ship is short on crew, yes? And we have to live together while we're at sea, yes? I'm sure we all want the same thing - a well-staffed and functioning ship while at sea, and a comfortable environment in which to work. Am I wrong?"
whew! Nico laughs a hearty laugh - finally, someone with a real idea of fun on this ship! He clutches his tiny wooden shotglass as he's led over to the barrels of rum, making a quick and silent prayer. Cayden, thank you for showing yourself on this ship. I know I can get through anywhere that rings so soundly with your presence. "A drinking game? I'll gladly drink you under the table, if that's what you mean by challenging me." Nico follows up his jab with a quick chuckle to show he was joking. When indicated, Nico drinks deeply from the rum he's given, pulling the cup away only when it starts to spill down his face. "You'd better give up now, Grok - I'm quite the practiced drinker!"
Nico thanks Sandara for her help with a short bow and a quick "Thank you very much" before setting off to find the quartermaster. Seeing the orcish woman engaged in some sort of drinking game, Nico stands back until the game is completed. "You're an impressive woman, Grok. I hear you're the quartermaster here. I can see why, you look like you can handle weapons better than most of the men here. M'name's Nico, by the way." Nico extends his hand to be shaken.
Nico grimaces at the face of the man thrown over the side of the ship, and turns away when they bring him back up. When he's anywhere private, he'll spit onto the deck in anger, and kick the nearest ship wall. After a short time of brooding, he stands up with a determined look in his eyes. someone mentioned a quartermaster named Grok...and stealing. Hmm... Nico sets off to find this man, 'Grok'. When he finds him, Nico says to the man "So I hear you're the quartermaster here? Captain must put a lot of trust in you to put everyone's things in your hands. Guy like you seems like a good guy to know."
Totally reading spoilers that I can't, but basically they agreed that when we're in the position to be captains of anything, either Astein or Sandara get to be captain, and I DON'T get to be first mate. Kind of an out-of-context conversation, considering we have no power and I've only helped people so far XD
During Astein's speech, Nico makes a long and pointed glare at Lorin while he waits for the man's reply in something that isn't incomprehensible gurgle-speech. Not taking his eyes off of Lorin, when Astein finishes speaking, he nods and softly says "Of course I agree. We need to not arouse suspicion whilst our captors hold the "cards", so to speak."
Keeping her hand in his just a moment longer than is customary, Nico chuckles at Sandara's attempted arrogance. "I have no doubt that you were, Sandara. Thank you very much for my things, having...having my totally meaningless shotglass means I can drink my rum in a way that's comfortable for me." he finishes with a wink. At Lorin's interjection, Nico responds with a slightly exasperated tone. "Whatever could you be talking about, you silly demon-worshipper? What's your name, anyway, and why do I have to make any deals with you?" "Besides, he contines in a much less serious tone and with a glance and a smile at Sandara, it's quite rude to remark about a woman's weight, especially one as alive as this one."
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