GM Hills - I'm regretfully going to have to withdraw my application. Wish everyone the best of luck getting in.
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good submissions! GM will have his work cut out for him in selection. @ GM Hills - what kind of posting regularity are you expecting?
@ Gm Hills adding the foolwing Regional Trait Stormrunner You have sailed on some of the roughest seas. Benefit: You’re accustomed to the pitch and yaw of sailing vessels, even in a storm, and gain a +2 trait bonus on Acrobatics checks to keep your footing on uneven ground or unsteady surfaces.
Riven, you get one more trait and then you meet all the specs. Sweet! I'll take a look now.
Had this guy in a failed S&S game before. He'd be all about another shot at the Wormwood. Full stats and background in character profile.
^ No worries Alistair. With Kess gone as well and the game not really having gone anywhere in the last two months I think I'm going to respectively withdraw as well. Good luck and good gaming to everyone.
Riven monkeyed his way through the rigging with a sure handedness that was more than reassuring with the storm having its way with the Womrwood. It was backbreaking work and the typically jovial sailor succumbed to exhaustion. His last thoughts were...and dis be what happens when you louse da whole damn crew up with with dat vile grog each an every night, it is...
from the PFSRD - Survival DC 15:
Predict the weather up to 24 hours in advance. For every 5 points by which your Survival check result exceeds 15, you can predict the weather for one additional day in advance. Riven eyed the storm front with unease. Storms were dangerous and unpredictable at best but certainly able to be handled with a good crew...oh aye, but with dis here group of cutthroats already on edge dis is gonna be downright disastrous, it is... He kept his mind on his work and made sure every know was extra tight and kept an eye on that front.
Riven sat quietly waiting to see if the giant would take up the game with them...hopefully he'll be calming down enough for Sandara dere to heals him up nice like...
Ugh! Really Riven? Hah! I had actually typed it out before realizing just how fitting it was. I heard the Swashbuckler pirates lack a dental plan and refuse to support Plan B under thier ship's insurance. Plus they pay the women pirates 10-20% less than the men. They really ARE evil! Thats because most of the Swashbuckler's dont even have teeth. The women getting less pay is true but at least its better than what we pay the goblins right? Mugwort is still here! Please don't throw Mugwort overboard! Even if he asks?
Sounds good TarkXT. although it appears that except for Riven and Mugwort the rest of the Swashbucklers have abondoned ship.
Riven settles himself on the deck and takes a turn at the game. He shot the Owlbear and Sandara a smile. You be wanting to play as well lass? or you sir
how many of the Swashbucklers are still around?
His grin got even bigger at the request. It looked like a commmon kids game but Riven would play along. Sure ting dere Muggy. What be da game and da rules now?
Riven returns the grin with a mischevious smile. Well den, lets get to it. I do be thinking da owlbear deserves a little comfort after da display of humiliation he went trough today, it is. Right dis way den. The salty pirate will lead on to where he found the giant not at all surprised to find the goblin there playing a game. Hey now Mugwort.
The typically jovial man frowned and shrugged his shoulders. Oh I be understandin ok. You might have da right of it after all, it is. Was just looking to be making another ally with da big brute. He could come in real handy when all da shiite hits da wind, you heard? But no worries at all. It do be better to not piss off ole sour Mr. Plugg. The wily pirate bids the lass good day and saunters off to find his mates.
Not wanting to interupt a private moment but also wanting her help; Riven approached Sandara but kept his distance until her reverie was concluded. Once she ackowledged him he would put on his best smile. Hey now lass, could I trouble you for a spell...literaly dat is. I found da giant Owlbear in da damn hold blubbering like a newborn babe and warcked in pain, it is...and well, I just cant be standing to see him dat way, you heard?
Riven backs out slowly so as not to upset the Owlbear anymore and goes looking for Kess or Sasandra...I be thinking dat dat lass got de ole healing touch as well... with the hopes of convincing them to come and heal the Owlbear.
^^ & ^ I couldnt agree more with your assessment of the mini system or with Mumbata's thoughts on the game. Looking forward to fresh rehashing and moving on in our life as pressganged pirates.
Riven wasnt the sort of man that typically felt sympathy for another man but the sight of the giant crying alone in the dark of the hold did something to him...it be damn near shameful how dey be treating dis here man, it is... so Riven kept as quiet as he couldand approached cautiously with arms well away from his steel. hey now big fella. no worries right? what be da problem now lad? do ye be wantin anyding?
Riven relaxed quite a bit and found himself moer comfortable in these others company and he found himself nodding at the gnome's wise words and clapped him heartily on the back. Right ye are shorty! We be pirates after all and tis aint da first time some of us be pressganged into service, it is. Better iffen we act just like one of da merry crew dan garner more of ole Scourge's 'tension.
Riven was hesitant to trust these other pressganged louts but he would hear them out before making any final decisions on the matter...more numbers would help...
What ye be proposin' to do den to make dings easier, it is; on board?
Riven took Ryzern up on his offer of cleaning his gear. Most of it was soiled through and he wasnt too sure about the thoroughness of salt water alone...Bah!...me steel 'll still need a good turn with da whetstone... Id say da bastard taught ye right well wizard. Mighty impressed with how ye delt that brute. That will be givin' da rest of dem louts some pause afore takin' a crack at us, you heard? But now what? We be needin' to figure out where we be headed and da why of it.
Riven looked at their things in disgust. Now dat dere wont do nothin' mate. Dont ye be knowin' that shiit floats? No, dat wont do nothin' at all. It be best iffen we cut him up into itsy bitsy pieces of bloody chum, it is; and lets da fishes feast. He waded into the muck and was a little relieved that he didnt really have any gear that couldnt survive a dunking...gonna be needin' some oil for me steel and leathers though... He he gathered his things and helped the others sort theirs before strapping up...cant believe dose bastards left me coin...dumb sons of mudders dey be, you heard...
Riven laughed aloud even as the whip cracked. Now who didnt see dat coming? He wisely kept the curses for Mr Scourge to himself for the time being and scurried back up into the rigging. He'd seen a lanyard flapping loose earlier anyways.
That night he sneaks off to explore the hold.
Got some RL stuff going on. Wont be able to post proper until tomorrow some time. Please DMPC Riven if necessary.
Riven stood with the other pressganged crew and couldnt help but agree with Ryzern's comment. Yah mate, dey do seem to be lolly gagging on giving us our gear back, you heard? Dey be dragging deir feet like a bunch of damn land lubbers, it is.
This is what I think of when badgers are mentioned.
Riven pushed his way through the thinning crowd with a grin and a suanter. He walked right up to Ryzern and clapped the man on the back a bit surprised at the hardness of his flesh. Ho now! Dat dere was something to see. Yous a good man and a right smart one at dat, it is. The pirate was eager to get his blades back and especialy the coin he had stashed in his pack.
Seeing the watching pirate get layed out by the oaf's wild swing; Riven took a smart step back into the third row of spectators lest he catch a similar hit.
Well I'll be a blighted gnome....now dat dere is a handy trick, it is Riven smiled in spite of himself as hope for the wizard's outcome surged.
Riven could hardly believe what Ole peg leg was up to down on the deck...dat dere wizard has balls of da shiniest brass, it is...and either has some nasty magicky trick up his sleeve or isnt near as smart as I dought, you heard... He made his was down the rigging to get closer to the action and to back up the man if it came to it.
High up in the rigging; Riven laughed right along with everyone else but deep down the whole spectacle sickened him. This was saying alot from a guy that typically found almost everything funny. He silently vowed to free the oaf and put the chains on Ole Mr. Plugg as soon opportunity presented itself.
Riven answered Kess with as much honesty as a pirate could. Oh aye, Ive considered that witch be just doing her duty for yon Mr Scourge but I'll take da healing none the less. We cant be getting into da quarter masters til I be putting me grubby paws on some tools...you know; of da trade. Picks or some such. Be keeping your pretty eyes open for dem, you heard. ---------------------------- At the sight of the tar and feathered man the next day Riven barely suppressed a shiver before laughing with the rest of the crew. ...dat dere just be a nasty warning to da lot of us to walk da straight and narro', it is...dat damn man has lost his marbles...
Bah! What be all dis talk of quitin' Kess? Dont be letting day mangy gobbo get your small clothes in a bunch, it is. We'll be needin ye and ye havent slowed us down yet so get back to swabbin da deck, it is; lass.
Blast it! Damn locks be in day way of me pursuit of happiness forever and a day now. Riven returned to his bunk to catch some much needed rest and fell promptly asleep with thoughts of...tools, tools, tools...I be needing me damn tools, it is...
Riven welcomed the healing touch and added on to Alistair's thanks. Ay, you have my gratitude Sandara. What's an angel like you doing in this pit of demons? Riven flashed her his ready smile and waited til she left to go sneak around the quarter master's digs. He wanted his old equipment...and me blasted loot dem damn scurvy sons of fleabitten dogs!... and guessed this was the best place to look.
The sun darkened pirate watched from up in high as Ryzern tried to get friendly with Mr Scourge and shook his head while chuckling and muttering to himself...and here I tought dem wizards were smarty pants, it is...poor bastard...
Up on deck Riven quickly clambors up into the rigging and out of the eyes of the bosses where he works diligently. He grunts his way through the day despite his cuts.
Thank ya kindly Kess! I be feelin much betta now, it is.
Eh, dat dere scallywag be lost to us. Either over da side willin or not. I'll take dat mace and you keep da armor. Dat also be leaving us four gold each with an extra gold and da silver to Ryzern who didnt take any steel. Fair enough mates? Riven will wait while Alistair dons the armor and then get back to the deck to see whats in store for the rest of the day.
Hey now, dont be so hasty to get back to work now mates. Scourge wont know how long this fight took. Riven will help with the searching.
Iffen me had some tools den dat lock would be no problem man. We gonna hav' to get geared up iffen dey gonna keep throwing this crap at us mates.
Riven watched the goblin sample the raw rat meat with horrid fascination. Jumpin' Jehosafat! Phaw! Is ye mad Mugwort? Dat dere is down right disgusting, it is.
Hahaha! And another bites the dust me maties! Riven wasted no time swinging a back hand shot at the rat beside him.
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