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"All sounds right and reasonable. Except for the part where we seem hell bent to walk right up to the cannibal camp. Beasts cleaned the beach, so it isn't like we can bring them one of their own as a food offering. If we're just going to walk up, we have to be obviously strong and proud, or we're probably going to be dinner."
"We haven't been over much of the island at all. Have you done a full circumference to see if there's any salvage better than our rain cover, here? We're going to need to find something that'll float if we're going to get off this rock."
"Hard to understand what goes on in some heads. But here we are. Anybody know how to tame sea turtles?"
How about doing the math instead? 555/7 = 79.28 with 4 copper remaining. Everybody gets the EQUIVALENT of 79 gold, 2 silver, and 8 copper, while the common share gets the equivalent of 79 gold, 3 silver, and 2 copper Math really IS your friend! 72 G 65 S 78 C - 215 coins
Why dice off when it can be split equitably? - And somebody will have to carry Sunny's share, as well as the group share.
"I don't know if you CAN be quiet, 'Dreamer!"
Not bothering me. Gives me a chance to highlight the fact female nudity isn't a big deal to Terry. Growing up in a whorehouse has that effect.
Terry is distracted by the nude female form, but not as obviously nor as lecherously as you would expect for a young man. "She does that often, then? Has to be, as little reaction as she's getting from your group." --- He looks over at 'Dreamer. "Can't say we had established a solid claim to the chest, yet, so I can't see complaining about sharing the contents with our rescuers. I don't remember, does it have a lock on it, or can we just open it up?" --- "Shadeen, was it? Sit down. Rest a bit. Reijo's got it right. Trail's gone. Savages likely aren't. Suicide won't help anybody."
Sheathing his blade, Terry takes the other side of the chest. "Shelter's better. As said, I'm Terry, of Quent. That's Destinie. And that's Sea Dreamer." Reijo: Quent? Tessa Fairwind, the Pirate Lord out of Quent, is a red-haired, pretty, half-elven lass. This youth looks a lot like her descriptions . . ..
"'Dreamer? Dess? You two well enough?" After ensuring no one was about to fall over in the next few moments, Terry turns towards the strangers, weapon still held casually in his hand. Not in a traditional fighting stance, but available. "Are we well met? We could be. It depends on what you plan to do next, I think." In response to Shaedeen, "She will provide some protection, but she's too many holes in her to be water tight. We just found the chest ourselves. Can't speak to how secure it is, yet, really."
Terry steps around the savage, calling out "Get further back than that, Dess" in Aquan, knowing that she'll understand him during the fight. The he attempts to put the sharp pointy thing in the soft, squishy bits of the man before him.
"You really don't understand, do you? UNHAND DESS." Terry lashes out at the injured savage on the ship side of the two of them.
"Just stop, will ya?" Terry tries to force this last savage to stop pursuing him . . ..
"Gonna try to save Dess!" he calls out for 'Dreamer's benefit as he just walks off, hoping he hasn't already lost the chance to save Destiney.
In Aquan:
"Dammit, Dess! Fight back" Terry attempts to stop the one in front of him, but he's more worried about the savages making off with Destinie than he is with them managing to get 'Dreamer.
Terry moves over to threaten the savages trying to drag Dess away.
Terry takes a step towards Dess and her savages.
I agree. Far more likely placement.
"Not gonna eat my friends, you little maggots!" Terry tries to stab the one which had reached out for him, so he can clear space to better help Dreamer. Not having really noticed Des has an issue as well . . ..
But he fails to connect for any noticeable dissuasion.
We're running with the idea that we got left here on a bad bet and were exploring this wreck when the savages showed up. We went into the wreck to reduce the attack angles. Now you're caught up.
"Those buggers are making off with the chest? Can't be TOO uncivilized if they know to grab it, can they?" Swapping to the Pidgin language to try communicating. Pidgin:
"Ya know we can start killing you off so you can eat other instead, right? We're not gonna go cheap!"
Terry stands ready to poke anyone who comes into reach . . ..
If I hadn't been PM'ed, I would still be ignorant of the opportunity.
"Better choice, yes. If they go around, I'll have to step over, but this should do for a start, anyway."
Beach: "That's a lot of company. Don't think they want the coin, do you, Dreamer? Let's put it down . . .. And keep the hull behind us if we can." Terry pulls his rapier and prepares an attempt to slow their demise.
I just realized I had lost track of this game and thread. Looks like that came to me at exactly the right point!
Lost a bet with Sharkbait? What do you think, 'Dreamer? Went ashore for water and found ourselves deserted?
'Dreamer's a better poster than I am. When I followed the link to the build rules, I saw a later post that said "yes" to background skills. Warpriest of WHOM? <evil grin>
I believe I have adjusted Terry to 20 pt build, 2nd level, no EitR, with Background Skills, and 2 Traits only. And I'm making a giant pot of red meatsauce. Gonna have spaghetti and meatballs tonight, and will make a Baked Ziti probably Thursday. We'll see how much sauce is left at that point. Normally we get 2 or 3 spaghetti nights and a ziti or massive lasagna out of one pot.
Glad to hear it. The linked creation rules post has him listed as a PC, so, it isn't like the question comes from nowhere.
Not you. One of the identified PCs is the oracle shown on the Character Tab as being played by Camris. Same name that's listed as the GM at the top of this screen. Looks like a player GM.
Player GM? Default response to that is wariness. I'll have to look deeper.
I'm from DM Fern's game. Since she did the hard close on the game, it went into my hidden archives. Until I received a DM, I didn't know about this opportunity. A quick glance leaves me uncertain what the build rules in use are, so that makes it much harder to adapt. <grin> Terry is a Rogue, but his archetype eliminates all the Trapfinding specials, and he has no points in Disable Device, so, NOT that kind of Rogue. He is a very capable face character, though, with typical Sneak Attack damage capabilities. As his current build shows, the plan is to include some Swashbuckler levels, which will increase his combat utility . . .. So, this is as much a "What do the established players think?" post as it is a "Well, I'm interested enough to take a look." post. And, yes, I checked to see if there was a recruitment thread attached before I posted in your discussion thread.
Terry shows up to the table having already eaten at least something flaky, based on the crumbs on his shirt. He places a mug on the appropriate side of the table, but at the foot. Before he sits, though, he turns and says simply "Captains." Then he claims the matching chair and joins the awkward silence which seems to rule the morning.
As Mateo struts out, Terry hangs his head. Then he looks up at Des and says the obvious. "Only one reason I can think of for him to leave her bedside. He won't draw first, or it would have already happened. Won't keep him from provoking. I REALLY hope he doesn't. Hope? Wish. I expect to get that wish as much as any other . . .."
He hesitates before answering but looks Des in the eyes as he does."I'm hopeful. Seems a few good hands and some simple fresh meat. I'm concerned about what portion of the team is only coming aboard so they can jump ship somewhere they think they'll like better. Any mass hiring like this includes some of those, after all. I'm more worried if any are spies for established Captains looking to reduce the up and coming competition. And, of course, I wish we had twice as many. Any of them display a skill or some knowledge that got your attention?"
"He said enough to suggest he's not a fan of Harrigan. Don't know if that was truth or convenient."
"Another crew come for services. Capt. Pegsworthy. We've agreed that neither crew sees or knows anything, and that we'll peacefully coexist until the work on our ship is complete, and we can get out of their way. Seems nobody was available to wave them off when they arrived, or greet them, so they came on in to see if things were good, or not. We know they weren't, of course."
As everyone starts filing back downstairs, Rickety included, Terry manages a weak grin. Looking to Capt. Pegsworthy, "Hey! I don't see any new blood on anyone. They must have managed to not only not kill anyone, but to not even try! I'm going to need the basics of what did happen, though, so, if you'll excuse me . . .." Terry moves to intercept Destinie. "So, what happened?"
Terry watches the parade, and then remembers that Mateo took Syl upstairs. He looks to Capt. Pegsworthy. "There are stories you love to hear told. But one of the reasons you love to hear them is because you don't want to live them. Heads down would be good right now."
Pegsworthy nodded. "Again, I meant no slight. Rather, that a crew skilled enough to defend this place would already have made a name for themselves were they not early in their careers. I expect all will kno o your Captain, and the rest of you, before long." "My apologies for failing to be clear as well. No slight taken, either." Noticing the look, Terry has to play it up. "Making a name for yourself and your crew, instead of living in a shadow, can be harder than some might think. Another reason to step back now and again." He shrugs with the closing comment before heading back towards the main building with Capt Pegsworthy. Realizing the awkwardness of sticking with him and his men when they expected to be leaving him behind, Terry grins slightly and comments, "I don't know if it will be required, but having one of us along to verify that neither of our crews will be starting a war in order to help keep the staff calm just strikes me as a good idea. I'll let you be after they know were going to play nicely together. If that's okay?" After another couple of steps, Terry drops his head. "I'm sorry, but in the initial posturing and then pleasant conversation, I forgot the basics. My name's Terry, originally from Quent. I'm glad to make your acquaintance, Capt. Pegsworthy."
Terry will find whomever seems to be in charge at the moment. "I know it is highly irregular, but it seems we'll be sharing the port until the work is done. I'm here to promise our crew will behave and not create trouble during this highly unusual event. I believe my new friend here would like to share a similar pledge?" He looks at Pegsworthy in obvious anticipation.
"Patience and understanding? Well, when you find a child starving, alone in a field of what used to be his people, there are a limited number of options. We chose hope." He shrugs. ---- "While the Capt here may be new to the game, most of our officers have played for a bit. And we chose him instead of one of us. The little guy will surprise you." Terry looks directly into Capt Pegsworthy's eyes as he says that. Once he makes the comment about thanking our crew, Terry shakes his head and continues. "Capt Harrigan's officers are going to cost him everything sooner or later. They had other plans, but they are what got us to here. And we are happy to help reduce their power and influence, so we thank YOU for the assist on that!"
"With that decided, I will take Capt Pegsworthy and his Mate to go see about finding beds for his crew. You probably know the way, but if you would be so nice as to come with me?" Terry has dropped the intimidation efforts, and has ACTUALLY relaxed quite a bit. He talks as he leads them to the "inn." "So that you are aware of the situation, there is a drought here, and the local fauna is beginning to act up as the surface water is drying up. We were dealing with some of that when you arrived, actually. Healers are looking after him, but Rickety was stung. He should be ready to negotiate your needs before his team is done with the current work." I hope so, anyway.
Terry follows Lanni, Trying to look more relaxed as they get close, until he realizes which way Lanni is going to play this. Then he adapts by staying relaxed and indicating the settlement (such as it is) behind them. He scans the Chelish ship, looking for a flag indicating allegiance.
Terry looks about quickly, pulling the corner of his mouth up in a thoughtful position, not really a grin, before speaking. "Joran? What do you think. Either you can stand behind our captain and look threatening, or I can go and provide another quick mouth to try to keep things as smooth as possible. The other can help move Rickety. Advantages both ways."
Shifting around to try to gain an advantage on one of the bugs, Terry then attempts to convince it to lie down and stop harassing people.
Opportune Parry and Riposte if needed:
With all the people gathering in tight, and Terry's only passing familiarity with archery, he decides it is time to get back to basics. With his drawing arm he picks up his rapier and then moves towards the melee.
"Why would the Savored Sting want to take him out?" Terry drops his rapier (<gasp>) and pulls his bow loosing an arrow at the wasp high above the others.
"Yeah . . .. Not a good sign. Veja, stay back."
So, what's going on up there? Terry asks himself as he draws his rapier.
Terry tries to spend some time talking with the child, hoping to help calm it. "Guess I'll take first watch, then." As he tries to fill the hours, he has a thought. When it is time to Wake 'Dreamer, he can't help but bring it up. "How fast do you think the child can move? Should we build a harness so one of us can carry him on our back?"
Terry continues talking to the child in Aquan. "No, we didn't find your mother, Veja. We didn't find anyone else, honestly. We are talking about taking you back to our people and trying to find you a new home. That has to provide you a chance to live a full life, to find joy in the world again. I know there's no sign of joy now, but we hope to help you through this."
"A river like this has a headwater. There should be something to see, something to identify what's happened. If the drought was bad enough for the river to have vanished this completely as a consequence, the vegetation should all be dead and burning in the heat. Right? Gotta be something to find." |
