"What kind of captain press gangs a pirate crew?" wonders Santorin to himself, his head aching and his tongue feeling like it needs a shave. "How bad a pirate must you be for the lure of bright gold and suntanned wenches not to entice a pool of scum from a place like Port Peril?" None of these thoughts are expressed out loud, of course. Instead, he recognizes the rather unsubtle hand of Besmara in all this and chuckles to himself as he hauls himself to his feet, wondering further if any of his fellow captives know the first thing about ships.
Santorin thinks that this would be a good time for some fresh air. He rises a few inches out of his seat and rethinks his plans. Maybe after he just puts his head down for a few moments. Must remember...something... The gruff archer examines the wood of the table from half an inch away, vaguely aware that his eyelids keep shutting of their own volition. With a great effort, he hauls himself to his feet, takes a step towards the door and crashes across a table, face down in a bowl of highly suspect fish stew.
Gian Battista wrote: Your words seem like they're spoken from experience :) I've been a GM for 36 years now, so yeah. :-) Farmer Mo wrote: Hello! I'm very interested, is there still room? There is. We're just discussing how there are so far only three (now four, with you) applicants for the game. So there's plenty of room for you, Mo. Note that we're not getting underway for nearly a full month, so there's no rush. I suspect that the majority have chosen the non-PFS version to play. Personally, I chose this version of the game because I thought it might mean a slightly lower chance of truly wacky PC's that would break the suspension of disbelief. |
