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"If you mean to give this to the captain, then you'd best have some poison to marinate it in." "That bastard is not getting what you earned. You eat it yourself."
Ralo steps to flank the creatures with Zak and stabs hard with his dagger.
Ralo assumes a purely defensive stance and tries to make himself the likeliest target.
Ralo moves between the approaching eels and his companions and splashes water near them in hopes of frightening them off.
"They look like eels, Zarque. Maybe distant cousins? Haha!"
Another issue you may be feeling is that Ralo is generally disinterested in things. He has led a disappointing life up to this point and does not engage like most people. I am having fun however and could continue at pace or move on at the decision of the group.
"I will guard the ship."
Ralo is updated. Took improved initiative.
"You're an evil bastard, Plugg." Ralo's tone is even and cool as he simple states his mind as he heads back to the lines.
Ralo is fatigued after his work and stumbles back to his hammock.
Sure hands lash out and grab the halfling around the waist.
I expected that lifelines would be in place, but I'm willing to try the swim checks to get to a thrown rope. My motto: Do it for the story.
Ralo rushes to the rail and dives after poor Conchobar shouting as he goes. "Zaketta! Mouser! Don't let me die out there!" The half orc hits the water and strokes after Shortstone with powerful, practiced strokes.
No problems here. I will be here whenever you are.
Ralo laughs back at Zaketta's jape. "Maybe, but I'd prefer a long sleep in the sun to a cold bath in public!" Ralo hauls his line, enduring wave and wind alike.
Feeling worse today and seeing the storm brewing, Ralo shirks his duties and tries to rest in as dry a place as can be found. As soon as he thinks he it's safe, he will slink back to his hammock to sleep some more, giving a Zaketta a "come to me when you can" look as he goes.
Ralo blushes at Zaketta's rebuke and bows. "As you say lady." Ralo straightens and backs out of the ring, but he doesn't sit. He watches wearily, ready to flick out his dagger and help Mawj if necessary.
Ralo stands and steps to Mawj's side. "If you want to change the rules, Plugg, then so do I." Ralo assumes a defensive stance next to the cat.
These new friends of mine are quite good at talking to people. I really must stay out of their way. Ralo wakes the next morning and goes straight back to ratting. He liked working away from people. It was quiet and it honed skills he hadn't used since he was small.
"Is that a fact or do you know this from experience Zaketta?" Ralo flashes a quick smile.
Ralo twitches slightly as Samms jumps at him, but relaxes quickly as he realizes that it's a hug. He blushes at the kiss though. "If you ever need anything Samms, you come and see me." Ralo steals away from the group before long and tries to get to know the Wormwood a bit better.
When the cool of night kissed the deck, Ralo emerged from his sneakings to play at dice with the men.
Ralo relaxes slowly, and soon he is back to his lazy, loping manner. "Durvin, would you please hide this again?" Ralo stores his dagger back in his hidden wrist sheath and resets the mechanism.
Silently, deftly, Ralo swings at another rat with all the power in his burly arms.
Ralo hefts his sword for another swing.
Ralo flicks his wrist and a dagger appears in his off hand. With practiced moves, Ralo attacks the foremost vermin with a two handed chop with his cutlass.
Ralo will lead the way down.
Hearing talk of Bilge Spiders rather than a contagious disease, Ralo pats Toppin on the shoulder. "I'm sorry for your discomfort. If you'll permit me, I just want to ensure you're not more badly hurt that you seem."
When certain he can do no more, Ralo strides off to work the Wormwood's wood once again.
"Good morning Grok. I was hoping to buy a spool of yarn from you. 50ft or so ought to do."
If the 0 level spark can start a fire, I'd argue that ray of frost could extinguish one.
Ralo works to repair the ship. [ooc]Profession: Carpentry at +6 Work Diligently +4 (-1 for professions sailor) Night rolls around and Ralo decides to mingle with the crew for once. He gambles.
When Toppin rushes on deck, Ralo backs away so as not to infect himself.
Ralo's face is calm as still water during the keelhauling. After, he goes to bed, angry that he could not simply kill the offenders.
How much is this like an historical pirate ship? Historically, any crew member has a voice in decisions made, can fill any role by popular demand or single combat, etc. I'm not going to do anything stupid (I hope) I'm just curious. So far, it seems more like a navy ship.
Ralo locks eyes with Zaketta and tries desperately to convey his meaning without giving it away on his face. It's time for new leadership. This must be done while the officers are distracted and seperated.
Ralo curses his size and wishes he was the boy he once was. It was so much easier to catch these things when I could fit where they hid.
At the end of his shift. Ralo drops a bucket of dead rats and roaches Plugg's feet. "I'd like to do this tomorrow, too. Turns out I enjoy it very much." I really hope this dunce is a thick as he seems... When night falls, Ralo mills about until he finds Grok. He walks over to her and exchanges her empty flagon of rum for his full one with a wink. "I am not a flatterer, as you may have guessed, so I will not fill your ears with insincere words. I see you as an invaluable piece of this vessel and I hope that we can be good friends."
My Internet is terrible this weekend. I will post first thing on Sunday, if all goes well.
"Avast! You are soundly beaten. Give up now, or, if you insist, we can continue this exercise to its final stupidity."
Ralo grins through bloodied teeth. "That all you got?"
Whomever I can. As I understand it, we are standing on a 10 foot wide staircase and I was in front of Fipps and got pushed a bit. Now Zaketta and I are up front in front of Fipps.
Seeing his friends attack, Ralo follow suit.
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