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Nicpic stays with Viviana. "A damn shame..." He leans in and whispers. "The sooner Plugg is forced to swim with sharks, the better, right?" He does his best to 'smile' at her.
Nicpic watches with a tinge of horror. Once Plugg finishes he slowly approaches Viviana and pulls her gently away. In Tengu: He looks over to the others and motions them to come over. "I'm good with a blade, but not too bright on binding wounds and such. Any of you know how?"
"Blasted crazy bastard..." Silently, he vows to pluck out Plugg's eyes...
"Rats again? Guess I could use the exercise..." Rat Catch Detail:
Nicpic, now in a rhythm of things, does wonderfully!
Nicpic, saddened that he could not sway a fellow swab, heads to bed.
Nicpic listens to Jack intently. "Agreed. And take it from one who just can't seem to get a lick of luck around here. I'll try and work that Gnome lass, Giffer. She's about like us, a swab. Might be willing to help." Lifting the handaxe up, he tilts his head about at it. "Fine little dandy here. Might come in handy later..." He pockets it, trying to conceal it on his person.
Once he gets back on deck, he seeks out his gnome compatriot, Giffer. He spends a short while attempting to sway her to his side, commenting he thought that while discipline was good that torture of fellow pirates wasn't.
Nicpic looks to Sarrien and nods. "Don't want any more beasties. Hmm... Do any of you find it odd that all four of us were brought down here? Against vicious big rats?" He muses on this for a moment before he looks about. "Hmm... Maybe there is something down here?"
Now that he has his consciousness back more or less, he looks down at the sword in his hand. Shaking his head he raises it and thrusts at the beast before him.
But the haze of work is getting the better of him
The hard work and the occasional beating/whipping having left him dazed for some time, Nicpic has barely registered he had followed some crew mates below. But at the sight of Viviana assaulting a giant rat, he snaps to. "By Besmara's tricorn!" Looking at the one next to him , he instinctively nips at it with his beak.
Nicpic, that evening while Rosie fiddles, approaches Conchobar. "A pretty lass, yes? Hearing that fiddle in her hands eases the days. You know, a woman who plays is also one who likes to hear how her music sounds." He tries his best to nudge the gnome towards the halfing, not physically but by giving hints.
Nicpic grumbles some, but sets to work. He looks about at the crew though. Surely they hate this as much as I do? But he starts darting around the ship trying to catch the vermin.
After catching a few nasty vermin, he looks over at the Tiefling who is apparently talking to a... "Raven?" He steps over looking at the poor caged bird and then the witch. "You know this bird?" Being a bird person, he feels strong sympathy for the thing to be all caged up like this...
"A gold the human wins." Nicpic looks around trying to see if nayone will take his bet on their bets.
Nicpic, sore and still in heavy discomfort squawks loudly. "Cap'n call girl whore? Is that what they refer to Halflings round here?" Laughing in quick little caws, he starts looking around at those assembled. "Darts? Daggers? Any truly good games around here?" He then caws loudly before speaking again. "Nicpic Whitefeather, son of Daba Screechbeak and Highroost of Hightides."
Nicpic squawks, passing out from the pain. But with the heal from Jack, he stands back up on knobbly knees. "Thank you, friend... You have my arm, what that's worth here..." Weak, hurt both physically and emotionally, thoughts begin to go through his mind. This Plugg will learn to fear the name Whitefeather... He looks around, seeing the fellows who had been with him that morning. He shakes his head, slumping down...
Nicpic squawks loudly. "Sir yes sir!" He then begins swearing in tengu but makes it sound like a prayer, even invoking Besmara's name outright. But he tries once more.
Nicpic groans. This wasn't how he imagined his life as a pirate would be. No adventure, just meanial labor. Even so, he tries to work in the hot and nasty bilge...
While he doesn't collapse outright, his piercing hangover sure is not helping, and he can barely move the filth...
Nicpic rolls about for a moment. "Ugh... That hurt." He stands back up and sighs a little when he hears the woman being made rigger he nods. Maybe there'll be something better? Hey, if your going to be press-ganged, might as well find something relatively decent to do. He looks about, trying to find something that he may be decent at. Cooking? Not sure they'd like my food. Heck, I don't even like my food...
Sighing and rubbing at his eyes and head, Nicpic looks to the captain, to Mr Plugg, then the crow's nest. With another sigh, he walks to the main mast. With a shrug, he begins to try and climb up, cursing once more in Tengu as he tries...
With a pounding headache like none he'd ever had (this month), Nicpic lets out a loud groan. Cursing in Tengu under his breath, swearing never to drink like that again, he looks blearily at the man before him.
Nicpic has code! Code is: Don't die, don't miss booty, eat your veggies, pray to Besmara for more booty!
Also, Ri'el... Umm... You are a shaman. That is a playtest class. GM said no playtest classes. Sorry mate...
Submitting Nicpic Whitefeather, pirate extraordinaire! Well... He likes to think he is anyway... Also, he is a Tengu, but I hope that does not disqualify him...
Congrats to all who made the cut! May the wind be at your back and your hulls ever full of booty and grog!
@Barnacles: I see nowhere where it says they can't. It'd probably be awkward, but doable... My two cents, anyway.
Hmm... Question is is what I want Nicpic to develop into: Full-blown Rogue, or maybe dip later into teh new Advanced Class, the Swashbuckler... ._. Decisions decisions... But yeah, best of luck to all!
Best of luck to all! May the best pirate crew sail the high seas in search of plunder and glory! Arr!
Sucks to see you leave, Azten. Best of luck in all future endeavors, okay? n_n
The Formidably Maid: With the sun setting and his 'cousins' having been given a few coins from his recent job, Nicpic makes his ways through his hometown's streets. He felt like getting a little 'wet', and with a sigh (that sounded a little like a caw), he rounds the corner to a dingy little tavern. "The Formidably Maid? How long has it been?" He had been there before, but a bar fight had sort of ruined that night for him. But shrugging and wanting a little grog before sunup, he makes his way in.
The place is fairly busy, but he soon settles in at a side table. A pint in, he remembers the other reason he had left the place. Bad booze. At least it's cheap. Wow! Unlike her! He rises and approaches the beautiful Tengu, clad in leathers and a tricorn atop her head. "Never seen you round these parts. Must be new in port. Name's Nicpic." His head jerks slightly about before a twinkle appears in his eyes. "Mind if I buy you a drink?" The gorgeous Tengu looks him over, a look that can only be described as a smile appearing on her. "Sure thing, sailor. Name's Aikio. So, how long have you been in Port Peril?" The night went on and on, rounds of drinks being ordered by Nicpic as he tries to woo the lady with tales of heroism (that he may have even been a part of). And slowly his senses dim, his eyesight blurs, and the last thing he remembers is a sharp pain from the back of his head as all goes black...
I'll post my 'Night Before' soon n_n
Nicpic dont have magic, Nicpic has cutlass and daggers!
I'm personally liking the submissions so far! Very unique choices (like the mer-people!)
Nicpic is ready with all details including crunch, background, appearance and personality!
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