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Sarag moves about and sneaks up along with the others doing his best to stay hidden. He looked about with curiosity before clambering up to look at the spyglass.
He tilts his head as he gets close to it and motions one of the others close to get a boost up so he could look inside it.
Sarag shall let loose another arrow!!!
Sarag looks at the situation and pulls out his bow unsure how best to proceed before firing an arrow at the one everyone is ganging up on.
Sarag follows along twittering a bit, talking to himself and arguing with himself about how he was almost eating. He listens to the others rather half heartedly but when it comes to attempting to check in on the others he cuts in. "NOOO...no, we should not splits. We is kobolds and we are all sneaky. Stay together yes?" he said coming up and getting awfully close behind Eepers holding onto his own bow.
Sarag continues to flounder about wailing about not being food in draconic.
Sarag screeches as the frogs draw near and attempt to eat him. He scrambles frantically attempting to grab and/or climb the rope as he yelps and yowls.
Sarag looks around as the others fling themselves across and even bounces back and forth when he sees Grauch fall into the mirk. He finally sees that he is left and gulps before grabbing the rope and attempting himself.
Sarag stopped and looked at the mire with a bit of curiosity. His claws rubbing at his wrists as tried to think about what that could be.
After a bit of thinking he shakes his head and looks to the others "We could try and make it angry by throwing rocks at it and lure it to land but I do agree, I am not so good at the swimming, nope nope." he said as looked at them all.
Sarag follows along eagerly looking about at all the sights. The various bodies didn't phase him any as it was common to see the dead when you were a young kobold.
Sarag hops back and forth on his feet eager to feel the land underneath his toes. It had been a while since they had felt the dirt beneath his toes. "I hope there is something tasty to eat...maybe fruit."
Sarag walks up to the other two and whispers in a low voice.
Sarag goes down to the stores and shares one last laugh with Grok and a drink before gathering up his stuff and waddling his way on over to the other ship. He felt better after surviving the first combat and none of the others losing their lives. He felt useful and not as alienated for once. He had a small spring in his step even though he felt rather loaded down with all the gear he was carrying including his tools to fix a ship.
Sarag really has no use for pretty much any of that other then the Potion of invis to let him escape and keep up the bardic performance for the group, set himself up to sneak over and heal someone in the middle of combat without being murdered in the process. No reason for AC as if I'm getting in range to be damaged, I'm doing something wrong. Well, less there are ranged characters who see me as a strategic threat. Then totally understandable.
Sarag spent most of the time while the others were partying taking care of the others. He slipped up to Grauchi and Eepers early on in the partying and put a hand on their backs while they were busy drinking and talking.
Blarg, spreadsheets. I am terrible with those. If anyone wants the handaxe or has a use for it Sarag will go around offering it to those who could use it over the next two days. He is useless in close combat. He would have no real use for the cure potion as he can do that stuff himself and is a coward so doesn't get close to combat. (Thoughts on getting a gun at some point by picking up a level of gunslinger at some point.) Out of all of it, he'd want the potion of invisibility but he hasn't gained enough confidence to really push the issue.
Lol, but that is what kobolds do in a disaster as their leader dies.
Sarag brings the song up to a shriller level to be able to be heard over the screaming cowards. He turns his attention to one of the newcommers with the white shirt and fired.
Sarag continued his singing and was happy that he was on their boat as the rocking over there looking rather unsettling. He fired his bow once again, hoping that at the least he was distracting the poor sailors from the kobolds in front of their faces.
Sarag didn't pay attention to captain and his shenanigans, he had more important things to pay attention to...like his lyrics. He continued to sing, lifting his voice over the sound of men dying as he aimed and attempted to fire once again.
Character sheet should be all nice and updated.
Sarag continues his singing as he draws his bow and picks out his target. Spying the arrow that came from the pirate wearing the fabulous pink ascot, he chooses that bastard as the one to attempt to kill.
Sarag seeing the others start to move readies his bow and begins to sing in draconic. His voice carrying over the sounds of the battle as he hits tones that not even steel on steel could ring.
Sarag looks at the others, not eager to get out there himself for the battle. When Eepers takes the arrows, Sarag squawks a bit. He titters a bit on his feet and goes to gather up his shortbow and the twenty arrows the quartermaster had given him back. He looks at the others "Sarag will stay on this boat for now, Sarag is coward but can help with voice and arrows." he said nodding.
Sarag scurries about and does his best given the last two days terrible meals, he wasn't keen on making it a third after all everyone deserves a good warm meal.
He did perhaps too well at slaughtering the the poor animal but he wasn't the best at telling when the meal was cooked leaving the steaks more to the desire of the kobolds and less to the desire of more civilized palates. He spent the evening attempting to get Sly to be more amenable to the rest of the group. "Yes, yes see. Sarag is not bad kobold, obviously if Sarag is not bad...others might not be bad either. Sure sure, Scourge is angry but he is red kobold and it is his blood." he says trying to explain it to her.
He scratched his head as he felt everything he did was going wrong today. He went to talk to someone new to see how bad things really were for him.
He goes to bed feeling that he at least finally had done a decent job at something.
He starts to stumble away after drinking away his sorrows with Fishguts over how bad the last few days have been. He hiccups and finds one of the swabs leaning on her slightly as he talked.
He drinks a bit more later in the night and goes to bed drunk.
Sarag looks around confused at first when he's handed a grappling hook and rope but soon sees what the others are doing. This could not go well. He gives it a little spin before tossing it.
He blinks a bit as he hit his target with precision. He takes a few deep breathes before he latches his claws onto the rope and swings out to climb up.
He plunges straight into the water and screeches as he flails about.
He manages to kobold paddle back over to his rope and start up it again.
Once out of the water he stays the hell out of the water with more grace then he thought he had.
Sarag gently pokes poor inebriated Fishguts but gets hardly any response. He goes and takes away all the empty bottles, gets the old man's blanket and puts it over him before he begins his work.
For the first time in the kitchen he seems to be a bit overwelmed and ends up burning the meal a bit. He squeaks as he smells and runs around the room frantically trying to figure out if he can fix it.
Sarag feels bad for screwing up and tries to console the crew by entertaining them.
He can't really come up with anything for them pirate flavor wise so he proceeds to sing an old song about a Dragon and his mountain in draconian.
He sings his heart out knowing that a beating is likely coming for him.
Sarag is happy for the break. He tells Fishgut about his experience with the reefclaws, telling him that the food didn't agree that it was food and tried to eat them. He goes out on the search for more friends. Even though she attacked him at one point, they did give up quick and run away. He goes to find the sole person in the group that doesn't seem to absolutely hate them curious if the others could be talked out of their rudeness.
"I know you was made to attack poor Sarag, but you ran fast instead. Does Sarag really have to be bad guy? Can group forgive Sarag and be nice? Yes?" he asked her curiously. Later that evening he goes off to find another person to talk to, he finds the swab Shivikah when he brings her her evening grog.
Goes off to find another person to talk to, talks to talk to Barefoot Samms.
Sarag feels good after talking so much today and calls it a night.
Sarag attempts to resurface on his own.
He starts to barely start making his way back up to the surface only to be caught and helped by one of the new kobolds. He gasps and sputters a bit as he reaches the surface. "I...I..I should get better at this swimming thing ifs I am to be a good pirate. Who is you? I don't know you as Kobold from the crew...ah, you must be one of the kobold's I summoned with my singing to the dragons yes?" he said as he scooped up his basket and began making his way back towards the boat with a bit of assistance.
Sarag swims a little closer as he sees that one of them still hasn't gone down.
But in doing so starts to drown. He lets out a screech of a yelp and tries to right himself.
But he's under the water and not coming up withing the first few seconds.
Sarag stops speaking for a moment and looks around. His feet kicking hard to keep him afloat as he lifts both his hands out the water and starts to count on his claws. He counts out six kobolds and his tail comes up out of the water and scratches his head as he furrows his brow and counts again on his claws. He screeches in surprise and points at the new kobolds. "My voice reached the ancestors and brought us allies from the depths?" he said looking at Sassara trying to sound like he did it on purpose or something.
Sarag continued singing rather off key to the ire of those who couldn't handle the dulcet tones of draconic in e minor before he pulled out his bow and tried to line up a shot at it.
He was too busy swimming to aim remotely.
Currently our group has the Stealth Synergy teamwork feat, if you want to pile on with it. We haven't figured out what we had planned beyond the first one so if you have thoughts let us know.
Sarag burbles a bit as he tries to swim with his basket and spies the evil weird thing. He tilts his head as he tries to figure it out.
He has seen this evil before, he yaps out at them "Careful, it's an angry critter known as a Reefclaw." he said as kept himself afloat.
While he couldn't move he at least didn't drown as he began to yap out obnoxiously
Sarag slowly stumbles his way up top. He wasn't the best drinker...and keeping up with Fishguts was really a task for someone not thirty two pounds. He hiccups a bit and nods as he's told what to do. "Saraaaggg....Sarag not so good at sswwwimming, but Sarag will not fail, Sarag not drown today." he said letting out a hissing like giggle.
While Sarag said he wouldn't drown, he proved quickly that swimming was definitely not his thing. He floundered about for a while.
But he soon caught his stride finally and began to kobold paddle about.
It took Sarag a while and you could tell he didn't swim often in his life but he seemed to be getting better at it. He seemed almost an innate crab hunter.
Sarag does little more then twitch as he is beaten. He has been here too many times in his life and takes it stoically before passing out and curling up into a ball on the ground.
Personally I have done the awkward good boy pirate thing before in another at table game. It just doesn't correlate well. Neutral is really the kind of best to go for this game as it allows you to adjust based on the situation that's presented. Always trying to do the right thing gets in the way of being pirates. But I want to say that out of group we have you who is TN, me who is CN (Right now he's a wimp because he has no confidence, given the right avenue he can get quite nasty and crazy), and Mopsank is NE. I just think that G characters especially kobolds that were half seeking such a life would not be right in our group?
I feel the need to like just poke my head in again and quite blatantly tell them....You are not the 1%, you are kobolds and you are pirates. There should be no (or at least only one) Good aligned characters being thrown in the mix. You pilage and plunder for a living and like it...you can't exactly be a good character and do that.
Sarag runs in and screeches at the others "No no no...you ish using the human numbers wrong"
Either works fine for me. If you had some runner ups from the old recruitment, toss em a pm possibly if you wanted.
It may be an issue of the holiday frenzies...but this is a bit bad at the lack of posting from some of our players...
Sarag was most displeased, he thought he had done good to hide from such work. He did not like the rain pelting his scales, it made him itchy. But all the same he did his work with as must gusto as he had in the past attempting to make sure that he would not strike the ire of anyone.
He makes it up with gusto and peers out into the weather.
He did his work with pride and showed the true spirit of a sailor but exhausted himself trying to prove that he could do the hard work as well as being a cook. Sarag runs for the line that was tied to Sassarra and starts running around with it in his hands yapping and yelping for help as he waits for the signal to pull.
Later that evening Sarag is pushed over to the lesser sails and begins his work again, very tired from the earlier work does his best even though night time is not as good for him. He works hard to try and make up for it all.
He is doing his best all the same and continues to strive not to be on the bad end of a whip.
But eventually even the yapping hard worker falls asleep from exhaustion.
Sarag on the second day of bad weather sees that Kroop has things together and moves around below deck to see if he can find the Sailing Master. He goes down to have a nice chat and see about the shop and talk about repairs to the ship. If she finds it intriguing he even tells her about his little raft he built when he left his tribe.
In the evening, he tries another officer. When he is delivering the meals to the officers he attempts to have a small conversation off to the side with Patch.
He can't help but be happy with how his chats have been today so he presses on into the night a bit to continue chatting with others. He goes back to chat once again Riasris.
Sarag braves the weather and gets outside in the weather to work the nets.
Perhaps it's the fear of reprisal as always that causes Sarag to do as well as he does but he happily does his work and hauls in the nets filled with fishes. He takes to trying to find out more about the strange Purple scaled Kobold in the evening, sneaking an extra fish for him.
Sarag feeling in the mood to talk, moves on to find the officer that was in charge of the fighting crew. He hadn't met her yet and wanted to see if she was as nice as the quartermaster.
Sarag was quite happy with his purse and chuckled to himself. He bounced around a bit too happily before going and chatting with Quinn for a bit.
He goes again to go visit Turlach in an attempt to try and befriend the surly kobold. He brings with him a bit of rations he saved from the day and some grog he purchased from Grok with some of his spoils
Sarag goes over to Grok and quietly hands him a note.
"Put the price of my axe to win on Syrrex and we'll split the pot. If we lose you can have the axe." the note read.
Sarag seems all to giddy when his bow and such is presented to him and he nods eagerly before going off to hide them when they are done talking. He arrives down in the cook's nest and sees poor Kroop drunk as can be and shudders a bit at the thought of things not getting done. He sings to himself as he starts to go about his work.
He eagerly jumps on the pig and quickly makes work of getting it bleeding quite well before going about to try and work on getting it properly prepared for the feast for the evening.
His singing inspires him so as he goes about the kitchen grabbing this and that and making the pig ready for the dinner. He would have to try to remember how he cooked this sometime later in case he had reason to celebrate. |
