"No-Eyes" Bellamy's page

No-Eyes discretely cuts down a large palm frond, shakes off the ants and makes a makeshift poncho for Sunny.
You know; for the rain.

Bellamy, pretty sure Seadreamer and Reijo were hit in the fight earlier, pours each of them a cup of his special rum and offers it to them with a gap toothed grin.
"Here's a nip fer what ails ye! HEE hee he!"

Cure Light wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Cure Light wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Bellamy laughed and slapped his thigh.
"HEE he he! No point 'n new clothin' on this desert island, she'll just lose 'em again! Plenty o' kelp or palm fronds t' tide 'er over 'till we get a boat out of here."

"Hee! Castaways like us eyh?" Cackled an elderly seaman with a scratched up belaying pin stashed through his belt. His infectious grin showed uneven teeth against skin was dark as any Garund and was mainly notable for having an eyepatch over both eyes.
"Bellamy's the name, but most call me 'No-Eyes'! Hee!" He said, shaking everyone's hand.
"Anyone get cut in th' scuffle? I got a little nip that's good fer ye!" He asked, holding up a canteen.

"Bop ta th' head! Comin' up!" Wheezed Bellamy, who then swung his belaying pin into his savage man's left leg,
Belaying pin: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13 for a possible 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 bludgeoning damage.
Eliciting a furious howl as the man started hopping around on one leg.

No-Eyes just follows Reijo, as he can't see anyone else.

In the Jungle

"Remember when they tried makin' ye lookout once?! HA!"

"HEE he he!" Cackled Bellamy. "Easiest job I ever had boy!"

No-Eyes paddled over to Sunny.
"Got a little bit 'o healin' left Sunny girl! Hold still now." He said, laying on hands.
Sunny is healed 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Bellamy! Cast magic if'n ye can ta' be makin' tha' waters a tad cleaner."

"How the #$%#% do I do THAT girl? Just get to Ishirou and maybe disarm him; maybe grapple him fer Reijo ta deal with! Get it done 'for he scallops the lot o' us!" Shouted Bellamy before he swam over to Reijo.

With Sunny right next to him, No-Eyes reached out and touched Sunny to heal her for 1d6 ⇒ 6 hp.

"HEE he he!" Cackled Bellamy. "Reijo boy's just sore they didn't pick him instead!" He said, slapping his thigh.
He helped cook up more crab meat in the morning for breakfast.

No-Eyes swam back after a while, whooping it up about something he held up high.
"Hoooeeee lookee what I found!" He shouted. "A whole bag of emeralds!"
Stumbling up on the beach, he held out a pouch of 40 cut gemstones.

"Yooo Hooo! Heyyyy Reijo boyyyy! Lookin fer treasure without ye! HEEEE heee heee!" Hooted Bellamy across the water from his perch on the wrecked ship fifty yards off the beach.

"Hey Reijo boy! Wander what's on that old wreck!" He called out.
Looking around, you can see Bellamy swimming through the surf, about halfway out to the wreck.
"Could be treasurrrrrreeeee!" He drawled out, cackling with laughter.

Reijo uses a bit of sleight of hand to pretend he grabs the key he already has from Bellamy's belt. "Blindey, yer loosin' yer bloody marbles methinks! I told ye ta give this ta him the other day!"

Bellamy looked around, confused.

...I'm assuming that Thurden's got all the potions and scrolls, as he's our only magic-using member of the party (I think).

"And me!" Said No-Eyes, waiving.

"No-Eyes" (so named for the eyepatches on both eyes) Bellamy helped Thurden get his stuff from the pile and offered him a drink from his flask. Heals 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7.
"Hey Reijo boy!" He called out and stamped his foot into the white sands of the beach. "I be thinkin' we ain't aboard the ship no more!"

"Got another of those healy scrolls fer me by chance?" he asks with faint hope.

Bellamy walked over to Reijo and offered his flask.

Bellamy came in, escorted by a sailor.
He is a nut-brown half-Kelish man, with a gap-toothed smile, and bizarrely a patch over both eyes.
"Found 'im in the chain locker Cap'n." Whispered the sailor, who then left.
He felt around blindly as he felt around for the chair and sat. He turned his double eyepatched face to and fro, sniffing. A maniacal grin burst across his face.
"Sorry I be a little late, got turned around a bit. But I'm here now!
"Aye, there be a nice drought of rum I can smell, and where there's rum there's Reijo! Ahoy Reijo Boy!" He said, waiving vigourously in the wrong direction.
"Oh, sorry, I be forgettin' me manners." He said standing again.
Saluting the bulkhead, he bawled out; "'No-Eyes' Bellamy reportin' Captain! Veteran sailor and Gally Cook here!
"Oh, don't mind if'n I do." He said, accepting a glass of rum.

Concerning her accusation of him possibly being a pirate, he quickly glances around suspiciously before loudly whispering back, "Eh now! Don't be sayin' that too loudly! No tellin' whut funny ideas lubbers be havin' about me if they hears yer... slander."

At this Bellamy choke, spit out his pipe and doubled over laughing.

"I could use some healing, too!"

"You too then missy! Come on over here!" Bellamy called out.

"One of those thugs tried to carve a mark into that poor elf's face. Do you have a healer aboard? It'd be a shame if she were scarred for life."

Bellamy stopped smiling.

After being guided to Sunny, he ran his bony fingers over the wound area.
"Miss Sunny is it? Me names Bellamy, or No-Eyes however ye wish ta call me." He said, the not unpleasant smoke wreathing about both of them.
"Now, unless ye want ta keep the scar, I got somethin' ta fix ye right up!" He cackled.
He pulled out a flask and popped it open. He took a little nip of the whisky within then dribbled it over the wound.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Zakgrob paying customer. And cook."

"Another cook? Jest how many cooks does one ship need? They must be in DEEP trouble! HEE he he!" He chortled.

After Reijo roughly aids his friend back up to his feet, Bellamy receives a rather hard, and loud, slap on the back from his friend.

"ow." Coughed Bellamy. Pulling out a pipe, he lit it with a slight motion of his hand and drew.

Though Bellamy might not see it, he can nonetheless sense that Reijo's got a mad, ear-to-ear grin on his face.

Overhearing Thurden talk about cooking, Reijo adds loud enough for Bellamy and the dwarf to hear, "Another cook ta compete with eh, Blindey? Thar cert'nly be enough barnacles fer the both o'ye ta boil on this hunk'o'junk's underside, that's fer sure."

"Well now, that's how ye tell the good ones from the bad.

"Who let the bloody bilge rat onboard?!" He points at Zakrob, and reaches for his cutlass!

"Bilge rats?" He asked, turning his eyepatched face about futily. "Pretty gamy eatin', unless ye got the right spices."

"Bloody deserved that! Fer callin' me out, ya bloody scoundrel! Ye WANTED a good ole' tussle ta give ye some joy in yer ripe old age now, did ye?"

Bellamy rolled over, his eyepatched face looking in Reijo's general direction.

I was just north of the path of totality, in the 99.6% or so. It was WIERD seeing twilight fall and the cars turing on the headlights...
But most of all the bizarre light patterns the light of the crescent sun made as it shone through the tree foliage...

Bellamy continues to sing his jaunty sea shanty as he tosses another mooring line. He hears the grinding of the gangplank and realizes the ship is free.
"Ho! Gangway! Wait fer me!" he shouts as he runs up the gangplank.

Bellamy continued to walk along dock.
"What do we do with a drunken sailor..."
Until he reached the main mooring line. He proceeded to cast the line off.
There are still two other mooring Lines and two gangplanks.

Bellamy listened to the whistles, then walked singing a sea shanty along the dock.
"What do we do with a drunken sailor..."
Until he reached the fore mooring line. He proceeded to start casting the line off.
There are still four other mooring Lines and two gangplanks.

Bellamy was grinning like a loon. Having attracted Reijo's pusuers, he was leading them towards that fat scow the dwarf came off of when Reijo called out, blowing his plan.
He slapped his forehead and grimaced.
"Some days that boy just ain't the sense the gods gave a hamster..." He muttered.

From the dockside came a high querulous voice, and Reijo's heart almost stops as he hears...
"HEY! REIJO BOY! YOU ABOARD THERE?! HEEEEEEE HE HE HE!!"
When you look, you see an older nut brown gap toothed sailor man with an easy grin striding down the docks tapping away with a stick and somehow avoiding the surrounding foot traffic. More noticeable is the fact that he has an eyepatch over BOTH eyes.

I figure Bellamy will stick around if no one else takes the clerical/healer role. Besides, someone needs to act as Reijo's foil!

Yeah, I've run a bunch of games, and I'm halfway through book 3 of Second Darkness. But I really want to play through S&S.
I'm thinking of starting a Skull & Shackles game if this one falls through. Or maybe even if it doesn't. Any of you want in if I do?

Here!
Say, did anyone here go ALL the way through Skull & Shackles?
I've gone a quarter way through the first book.

Climb: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Hearing Suny splash about, Bellamy cackled with delight as he slid down (or splashed down) the rope to the shore. There, seeing as he was of little help with building a raft, set about to find food and drink among the plants and animals of the area.

Profession (cook): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

And just to be safe, he cast Purify Food and Drink before serving what he gathered/caught/cooked.

A nip of his brandy heals Reijo Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10.

"Got another swallow of the good stuff fer each o' you too! Hee hee!" Grinned Bellamy as he waived his flask in the air.

Bellamy gives Suny a swollow out of his special flask, giving her Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 hp back.

"Wheeooo! Time to camp boys an' girls! Anybody still injured? I still got some o' the good stuff left!" Cackled Bellamy as he flopped down on a conveniently dry hummock.

Very Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!

"Not what I meant Salty!" Bellamy answered, grinning and pointing to the eyepatches on both eyes.
He stumbled along in Reijo's wake, trying to keep up without crashing into a tree or falling into a crevasse.

"OOh now, I don't like the looks 'o tha' laddie."
Pause.
"If I could see."

The summoned rat bit at his target again before derezzing.

Bellamy himself took a risk and slung a stone at Reijo's opponent.
sling: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 4 = 20 for a possible 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 bludgeoning damage.

Still here!

November check in!

Getting rained on here...

Under cover of whistling and calling "Here boy! Not you Reijo!", Bellamy Summons a Dire Rat. Full Round act.
Bluff (Disguise Spell): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Enjoying the warm rain, Bellamy briefly turned his gap toothed smile to the sky. Hearing the outcry, he turned towards the sound and growled.
"Jest how many people can they cram out in the middle o' nowhere now?" He said testily as he started to follow Suny.

"Lassie? I heard a crash! Are ye all right?" Bellamy called out, concerned.

Unable to see where the ropes go, Bellamy said a little prayer as he carefully started climbing the ropes Suny and Nhati rigged to bypass the brambles.
Climb: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"What ropes?" Asked Bellamy, turning his eyepatched face around exaggeratedly.