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Tombrose watches on as Jym does his magic, fascinated by the other halfling's display of prowess. "I don't think anyone else will be disturbing things here while we give Vark his escort. And once that's done, we should have time to search the ship before reporting back to the lady. Maybe the animals will have calmed down enough by then that Uro can reach out to them properly." he suggests.
"Ah, he was referring to me, miss. The name's Tomas Bernard Rose. Tombrose, to those who insist upon calling a fellow by nick instead of proper names. And, yes, Uro, I know this Vark bastard. He's blacklisted at sea, and has a nasty reputation. Most likely he was given the job of impounding the Blue Nixie and decided to move in- and help himself to lady Vanderborn's payment while he was at it. He probably even used some of her money to hire some of these lowlife scum to help him keep the Nixie - the only way he'd ever be allowed on a ship is if he stole one for himself- or if the captain was as black-hearted as he." Tombrose scowls down at the unconscious fiend as he tells what he knows about the man's molestation of a cabin boy.
Tombrose smiles as Vark goes down. With a look of concentration, he wills the oily substance on the deck to boil and evaporate away (dismissing spell).
"And I know how you scoundrels work. Take away your ability to move, and my friend turns you into flotsam for the sharks in the bay." Tombrose says, casting stingray (daze) on Vark. dc14
Tombrose mumbles "Thanks. Anyone see the scales on that hammerhead?"
bull rush check.
Fort Tomrose's wound leaks badly, and the little man lies deathly still, each heartbeat sending more blood onto the ship's deck.
Given that they are not immediately approaching, Tombrose decides to put the squid oil under the feet of the four closest thugs(or as many as he can get in the effect) instead of between himself and them. An inky black cloud boils up under their feet as Tombrose's voice bubbles as if he's gargling and arcane gestures like the waves of the ocean travel through his arms. "Wrong choice. The ocean will claim what belongs to it. So too, shall we."
"Man has the right idea, Vark. You should disembark. Now." The halfling tries to bring a feeling of authority into his voice. He gets ready, preparing to make the space between him and the thugs slippery with a squid oil(grease) spell if they attempt hostilities. Bluff
Tombrose eases up the gangplank, looking up at the man. "I guess you're one of Vark's loyal men, then. Well, come on, give me your name. Want to make sure I spell it right for the harbormaster. He'll want it proper on the paperwork."
"We've been to the harbormaster. I'm afraid Vark has been overstating his authority again. I'm sure he's had you convinced of the legalities. Best move along before you get any more tangled up in his mess, yes?" Tombrose smiles, glancing at Uro, "Or worse, with him."
These guys will probably be dug in, So we may want to approach with both eyes open wide. They're not likely to admit any wrongdoing. Tombrose looks towards the ship, gauging her seaworthiness almost by instinct.
Tombrose frowns, his eyebrows creasing. "Vark is a sturgeon poacher who wants to be a shark. He likely has a bunch of his guppies holed up like rats in the hold of your ship as we speak, Lady Vanderboren, and it's unlikely anything but a big cat would remove them." He looks at Uro, smiling once again. "Fortunate, then, that you thought to bring one into the foray."
Tombrose sits when invited and waits for a cue as to when eating is ok (whether that cue is an invitation or someone else digging in first. The rice and beans looked alright, but he much preferred fish to fowl. Of course, he never had it prepared properly before now and finds himself pleasantly surprised. He tries his best to be attentive to the Lady's words and be discreet about his eating while trying to fill up. He smiles as she begins explaining her needs with him at the front. When she makes her offer, more gold than the entirety of his meager worth, he tries not to react to excitedly. "I should be happy to aid in any way I can, and the reward you offer is truly generous, although the task you request is not without its own trials, of course."
Tombrose cannot contain a laugh when called highborn. After the laugh breaks our of his lips, he looks at the floor. "I'm about as highborn as a mop. Still, at least I'm e'ry bit useful as a mop. Don't know what anyone would ever do with a raven made of jade-wouldn't even make a decent masthead. I believe the lady's note said we were talented, not of proper pedigree."
Tombrose spends 1gp to furnish himself with a new traveler's outfit. The clothes may not be fancy, but they are clean and not raggy from years of years of use. When plateman addresses them, he takes stock of the others, wondering what kind of chores a noblewoman could find this odd collection of use for, but he remains silent. Handsome humans often learn cruelty early in his experience.
"Suspenders can get caught in the rigging too easily. A good belt might be a good start, but I think I need a whole new outfit. The cloak is something I made. These old rags are just my work clothes, which I've kept in working order for about ten years now. And, by the way, if I'm not a professional in your opinion, then why did you commission me for the shroud?" Tombrose frowns, making his own assessment of Jym's outfit. "You could really use a vest or coat to hide the suspenders, so some longshank don't grab you and play you like a puppet. I bet that would cause some 'issues down there'."
Jym: Thomas Bernard Rose reads the letter, smiling as he does so. I hope she doesn't need a seamster for this unique opportunity. He grins widely as he says to Jym Please inform Lady Vanderboren that I will be pleased to accept her gracious invitation. A few of these coppers are going to have to be spent on more suitable dress. No grog tonight, I'm afraid.
Jammed a few things, looks like it comes from combining three lines of profile :)
I think Tombrose is done now, let me know if I'm missing anything or if I've got something wrong
Is it just a coincidence that you both have the same last name? We're both wearing hoods. That can't be a coincidence.
Still have to review player's guide, generate backstory, and see what tweeks I may need in the crunch, but Thomas Bernard Rose a.k.a. Tombrose is 92% crunched! Three things I can tell you about him already: a) He hates his nickname "Tombrose", always introducing himself by his full name (it's still better than "Trout" as his first captain called him), b) he renames all of his spells to reflect his own seaborn style, and c) he longs for the day when he can walk the ocean depths unaided. |
