Yeah, I'd still be interested in where this is going. I kinda started losing interest when nobody else was posting though. I'll try to get the other guys to say something again, but that doesn't seem to be working.
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Still aching from the battle with the storm, Rougar heads up the rigging.
I'm cool with skipping ahead. I'll see if I can get the other guys to weigh in and level up their guys.
I've got her! Come help me! Rougar shouts as he pulls with all the strength that remains in him. He hopes someone can hear him.
Rougar tosses the rope down to Grok.
Rougar forgets his task in a panic and rushes to where Grok went over the side. He peers down into the water through the wind and rain, hoping she is not lost.
I keep reminding dwy but he won't post
After taking the punch, Rougar scowls at Scourge and watches him walk away. He speaks under his breath. How quickly you forget your beating. If you weren't a coward, you would be dead. Rougar then gets to work.
I don't see what can be done. At least not til this storm passes. This ship is slowly eroding us though. Things will have to change soon or we will be totally lost. Rougar looks up at the rigging. As long as this storm doesn't take us first.
Rougar quickly eats his biscuit, hoping it will distract from the fatigue. He speaks to Gill. How are you holding up?
His fur completely soaked through, Rougar stares about at the other crew. He sees his own misery reflected in their faces. Rougar speaks to no one in particular. It is as if all of eternity frowns on those who find themselves here. I fear we are cursed. Rougar mindlessly slinks up the rigging, still preoccupied with his own fate.
Rougar follows behind Gill, giving him enough distance that if he were to fall, he could catch him.
Once Gill makes it into the Crow's nest, Rougar begins working in the rigging.
Rougar turns to Gill. The crow's nest, that is quite the climb. Do you think you can handle it in this wind?
Rougar scratches behind his ear as he listens to Gill. So it seems the rumors about the captain seem to be true. I should say I'm glad to have not met him, although I suppose he will eventually make his presence known. I suppose we should continue on as we should, though who knows how long we will be as safe as we have been on this ship.
With his eyes still closed, Rougar's ears flit about. Rougar yawns, his eyes slowly open, and Rougar sits up on his elbows. Indeed? What news have you, Gill?
Rougar finishes his meal, belches into the sleeve of his robe, and rubs his stomach. That was a very good meal, it has made me quite tired. Good night, all. Rougar yawns and makes his way down to his hammock for the night.
Yeah, I've kind of been waiting for people to respond, but I'm just gonna put my guy to bed
Rougar swallows and wipes his mouth on his robe. He must've been a great man to teach you to play with such beauty. Those who practice such arts are revered in my community. Our nights were filled with sweet tones and great tales. Hearing you play almost brought me back to that life.
Rougar gets his evening meal and approaches Dinkus. You are extremely talented, friend. I found your music quite... moving. Where did you study, if you do not mind me asking. Rougar begins eating.
After a period of walking about the deck, Rougar wanders down into the galley to see what Grok is up to.
Rougar, feeling pleased with himself, wanders about the ship. He holds his head high and smiles placidly, his arms folded into the sleeves of his robe. Without further duties, he walks aimlessly throughout the hold of the ship, observing others.
Rougar goes and finds Maheem, hoping to finally break through his tough exterior and get him to admit they are friends.
Rougar reaches up and pats his ears, muttering under his breath. My ears? Rougar looks at Ensra and shrugs. What a very odd man.
Rougar approaches Ensra and claps him on the shoulder. I admire your determination, friend. A weaker man would've given up long ago. Same goes for you, new friend. Rougar now turns to Dinkus. We have not met. I am called Rougar. Rougar holds his hand out.
Rougar watches Ensra and the new gnome try their hand at the task. His normally perky ears lay flat and his whiskers sag. He speaks in a flat tone. I hope to never have to use that skill for its intended purpose. We seem to have been fortunate. We have done much sailing, but very little pirating. As for me? I would only describe myself as adrift. Pleasures can be found in food or friends, but there is little joy in it. Yes, I grow used to it, but we are still slaves.
Rougar shimmies up the rope, clearly not used to climbing in this fashion. He takes his time, in order to not fall in the water.
Rougar hops into the boat and sits down, giving the woman a sarcastic salute.
I should be at 2520,I'll check when i get home
Rougar wakes and goes up to the deck to eat and find his duties for the day.
Rougar uses his daytime actions to influence the other riggers. Specifically, the rat-faced halfling and the gnome with an eye patch.
Rougar disposes of his rum in his typical stealthy fashion.
Rougar spends his night actions to influence as well. This will be for Maheem and the dwarf Rougar arm wrestled before.
That sounds good, I'll be off to bed myself. With that, Rougar heads down to his cot for the night.
Maheem seems intent on not being my friend. It is good to know I have a friend in you, though. Rougar stands and holds out his hand. You may call me Rougar. Or Whitefur, if you do not mind being called Greenskin.
Rougar laughs and crosses his arms. Very well done, my friend. I thought you had me for a second.
Gladly, friend.
Rougar pulls his arm back with a yelp. He grasps himself by the wrist, examining the wound and flexing his hand through its various motions. He looks up at Maheem and smiles devilishly. His arm resumes its position and he speaks one word. Again.
Rougar sets up his arm and looks Maheem square in the eye. I hope you are ready, friend. I do not wish to injure you much.
Rougar thinks on this for a moment, furrowing his brow and twitching his whiskers all the while. Then it is another test? To see if one would walk through the fire. Very intriguing. The more I spend time with your lot, I see there is much we have in common. When there is an opening, Rougar volunteers to be the next challenger.
Rougar uncomfortably watches a few rounds before speaking to whomever is next to him in the crowd. Why do they do this to each other? Do they wish to harm the other?
Rougar eats his meal for the night and disposes of his rum. He is unsure if his suspicions about the rum hold true anymore, but feels no desire to drink it and sees disposing it as a slight to Scourge.
Rougar goes down to the hold to see what activities the crew are engaging in.
Rougar approaches Gill with a sense of bewilderment on his face. I don't know how you did that, but I suppose I should call you Gill the Giant Slayer from now on.
Rougar stands silently in the crowd with arms crossed. He is unsure of what is about to happen and watches vigilantly for signs of trouble.
Rougar looks around uncomfortably. Gill, isn't that your simple friend?
Rougar climbs up to the crow's nest to perform his duties, but keeps an eye out for opportunities to get to know his fellow riggers.
Good fun, all, but it's time to retire. Rougar then goes down to his bunk and sleeps.
Rougar sets up for another go. Still a little bit woozy from the lash, but I'm ready this time.
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