"Drop it!" snarls Nicodemus, apparently as angry at the knife-quick half-elf as at the offending pirate. He glares with cold fury at the fat pirate in front of him "I recommended we avoid this. Stop."
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Nicodemus straightens slightly and stares coldly down at Fipps. He speaks calmly, his voice razor sharp and barely above a whisper "We are reporting for duty, something that you seem to be failing to do." He glances briefly between the pirates watching from the top of the stairs, apparently unruffled. "I don't know about the rest of you, but the Captain didn't strike me as the type of man who wants to be kept waiting."
Nicodemus smiles once more, though a cold glint flashes in his eyes "I no sooner forget my friends than forgive my enemies Sandara. I would be honored to count you among the former."
Although exhausted from the day's labors, Nicodemus feels revitalized, the familiar weight of his spellbook in his inner shirt a comforting one. Unfazed by the punishment received by Jakes Magpie, he silently accepts his rum ration and makes his way towards Elthas, Sandara, and Gan.
Nicodemus quickly falls into the old rhythms of shipboard work, staying largely quiet.
At the end of the day Nicodemus keeps quietly to himself, although he stays near his fellow 'recruits'. He stares bitterly into the ration of rum, swallowing down a cold rage as much as he does the liquor.
Nicodemus sighs, never having been too fond of spending time in the rigging, and begins to climb.
Nicodemus nods crisply to the whip-wielding man. "Yes sir." and follows him up the stairs. He grimaces slightly at the unpleasant taste of the drug lingering in his mouth, and at the task before him.
Nicodemus pushes himself cautiously to a standing, momentarily closing his eyes against the renewed throbbing in his head. He nods slightly to Elthas. "Simple, practical, and not likely to rouse too much of a fuss."
Nicodemus becomes aware of several things all at once; the gentle rocking of the ship, the dimness of the room, the sounds of stirring and groaning around him. And also, the splitting headache pounding away at his skull.
Awesome, looking forward to this. Thanks for the invite :D
Backstory is more clearly written now, and I've added a description and finished purchasing things. Still need to select a campaign trait, which I will do tomorrow when I have access to the player's companion.
Crunch is almost done; I believe that I just need to select my campaign trait and buy a few more things. As for the fluff, I will have a more complete story and description posted by tonight/tomorrow morning.
A man of just below average height, dressed in tailcoat and cravate at least a decade out of date wanders past the guards, his gait that of a man in no particular hurry. 'What do I spy with my little eye? With my little eye I spy one of our old bossy-os. Oh ho yes, good days those were weren't they? Quite right you are, my eloquent friend, quite right. The best of days, as you say.'
Ok, most of Mr. Grim is statted up. All I need to do is finish his equipment and formula, which I will after I get back from work tomorrow. |