In the excitement over the drinking contest Uriah will walk away from his glass, hoping nobody noticed he didn't drink it.
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I'm around, caught Raveneau's update by chance.
"Come on Jape!" Uriah slams his mug down in front of Jape before backing off and starting to chant. "Jape Jape Jape Jape" What fools we be. I hope that works.
Uriah starts the day out weary and sore, but picks up upon hearing Chak's song. "Thank you, I am still not used to this ship life." Hearing his assignment, he begins working diligently on the decks. "It seems you and I are to be a team again Raven. Have you seen Sandara?"
Having taken is nightly grog Uriah goes to sleep.
Uriah will pour his rum into the turtle soup before consuming the rest of it. That should water it down enough that I'm not affected by it.
Uriah nods wearily, glad to have some of his gear back (and stowed in his locker). "The rules apply if they're caught, Raven, but I reckon they ain't gonna come at us straight again." They'll be looking to go sideways. Gotta watch for that.
"If any of you had some gear missing there's a lady got it for you. See her."
Bilge: "Thank you Sandara. How were you able to get these? What is within reason? Not much else I've seen on this ship is reasonable." Uriah slowly goes through the pack and takes inventory.
"I've found an interesting item here, a tanglefoot bag. I'll hang on to that, but if you want this axe Raven it looks as though it would serve you well. I am unable to look for magic on it today, most of my training was with inland water and not on a ship like this so I am at odds with myself." The preceding statements are made over the course of cleaning the bilge, Uriah moving carefully about his task, although given the state of things a little extra vomit would most likely blend right in. "Tell me Sandara, have you ever seen any spiders in here?"
Bilge: Uriah grimaces and he moves about his task, barely able to focus and doing his task as well as he can, he casts about the bilge for anything else.
I wonder what that skittering was earlier? "Might be best to keep it all down here for now. I've the thought they'll not be found until we need them."
Uriah keeps all expression off his face, sneering mentally at Scourge instead.
Uriah continues to stand off to the side, unable to act.
Round 1
Status:
HP = 12/12 AC = 16/12/14 Weapon Equipped = None Speed = 30' Rage/day = 5/5 Druid Spells Memorized (CL 1, 3 melee touch, 2 ranged touch): 1 Obscuring Mist, Cure Light Wounds*, Air Bubble 0 Know Direction*, Detect Magic, Light * = allows save, DC = 13 + level of spell Status Effects = Nauseated Uriah, sick from the rum and the bilge, stands back.
Uriah glances down at his rum and then at his new found companions. I suppose they keep it strong to prevent rebellion. I'll have to watch that.
"Uriah, as you've no doubt heard." The man stares into his rum before tossing it down.
Uriah nods. "Thank ye friend. What do I call you?" After his conversation with the gnome is done, Uriah will use the buckets to haul up water and clean off. When none are watching he will cast a curative spell on himself and then head below decks to sleep.
Uriah takes his bowl of stew without comment, chewing mechanically. "Where can a man clean up around here before bed?"
Uriah stands straight, waiting to be untied so he can partake in dinner. Wretches. I will return them to the cycle, that they may learn.
Uriah stands unflinching before the thug, tied to the mast and showing no signs of it. "Uriah Hays."
Heading out of town for a Con, will be back Sunday.
GM: "Well you didn't actually steal anything did you? Not successfully anyway. Something hairy? Hello?"
GM: "Just stay calm Magpie. Lie to them, tell them you wanted to make sure the treasure was safe. Promise to give up your share of the loot for a while." Uriah casts about for the source of the clicking. "Do you hear that?"
GM: Uriah spits, the stench of the bilge filling his nose and mouth. "Ah well, no sense rushing things then. If I live the night I will wait for my revenge. What is Bloody Hour?"
GM: "Uriah, Uriah Hays. I wouldn't say I'm a recruit, more of a conscript. Some thug hit me in the head and here I am. Apparently the Captain doesn't like being talked to. Which marks him a fool." Much like this Magpie. "An arrow to the gut? At least it wasn't your knee right? I heard that hurts even worse. So where do they keep our stuff? And who are these clowns that call themselves pirates?"
Any reply from Magpie?
As fun as it is getting locked in the bilge the image of the dog pile currently forming at the bottom of the rigging is keeping me smiling. :D
GM: "Magpie was it? What are you in here for?"
The tall man with black hair stares into the distance towards Port Peril, his green eyes seeking to pierce the distance between his former home and his current...prison. His gaze falls upon the Captain with contempt, his tanned skin marked by the win but his hands are not calloused by life on a ship. There is weakness here, if I wait for it. I shall destroy this man. Addressing the Captain, Uriah stands tall. "What is your name and why have you taken us?" Let us see how quickly he resorts to the whip.
Oil of tagget. Pirate scum. Back on a ship, mother will love this.
Uriah files on deck with the others, keeping his head down and making no more waves than the ship already is.
What a tub. This will not end well.
Profile updated. Background: Born the bastard son of a cabin slave and a pirate queen, Uriah's life has been one of disappointment for his mother and pride for his father. Raised on ship Uriah never took to manning the sails or handling the business of being a sailor, preferring to spend more time watching dolphins and sharks move beside the boat, as well as watch the storms roll in from the Eye. During one particularly bad blow, the hatches battened down and most men praying for salvation, Uriah was able to guide his mother through by telling her where north was at all times. Knowing what this power meant, the ship limped it's way to port where Uriah could be sent to the temple of Besmara for training as a cleric, a source of pride for his mother at last. Knowing the life that awaited him, Uriah's father Mordecai arraigned for him to be waylaid on the way to the temple and shown a different path to power. Making his way to a secret circle in Port Peril, Uriah began his training as a druid, a long road that has finally culminated in his freedom to travel. Stopping to take stock of his road ahead, Uriah's last memory from the dock in Port Peril is the world going black after a sharp pain in his head.
I regret that due to real life concerns I will need to withdraw from this PbP and several others to get my time back under control. My sincere apologies to those involved, but I felt it would be better posted now than just stop altogether.
"What's going on here?" Uriah motions to the children standing on the porch. Must be some barbaric teaching method
"Sorry hoss, might have to use my right hand today, I only drink on days when I'm left handed." With that Uriah leans back against the bar and waits for the tour to begin.
"Reckon I ain't got nothin' to add, those lads were trying to do right by the town and got a little turned around is all."
~~Level Up!~~ Uriah has Achieved Level 2! Uriah's stats have Increased! +6 hp
Nimble +1 (+1 to AC while wearing light or no armor)
Uriah holds out his left hand, his right casually leaning against the bar and cupping his coffee. "Ye gonna kiss my hand too Mr. Muricar?"
"Right you are Zokar, but I think this early I'll keep with the coffee. My name is Uriah, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Uriah makes his way to the bar, avoiding the other patrons as he does so. "What's good to drink here sir?"
"Honestly Padre I ain't never met anybody else used one of these until I got here. Found this in my daddy's stash and he had instructions on how to care for it and use it and make ammunition for it. After that I guess it's just natural talent. Course I ain't exactly shown much of that these last few days." Little different than shooting glass bottles.
Sounds interesting, I'll see where I'm at in February.
Uriah will accompany Kendra in whichever direction she goes, either further research with Faravan or exploring with Levelle. "Might be best some of us learn the town, and the rest continue our research?"
"I came at the Professor's request, and now defend Miss Kendra's honor until my duty to them is discharged."
"Well that's all well and good but I think that dirty little bugger had it in for me." Uriah rubs at the wound poking through his shirt. "This was one of my nicer shirts too. This hole in my armor isn't in style either. How did those things get this far into town without anyone noticing?"
Uriah steps on the creatures proboscis and viciously cuts it apart with his knife. Wiping the blade clean, he looks to the others, his countenance pale beneath the hat. "Glad my travels took me south, never thought this jungle chopper would serve me so well. Of course I've lost a lot of blood so who knows."
Round 2 Init 18
Status:
HP = 10/10 (11) AC = 16 +3 Fort, +5 Ref, +3 Will Ammo: ..Paper Cartridges 10/10 ..Black Powder 8/10, Firearm Bullet 8/10 Weapon Equipped = None Speed = 30' (20') Grit = 3 Status Effects = -2 Constitution Uriah continues to attempt to cut the creature off of him.
Round 1 Init 18
Status:
HP = 11 AC = 16 +3 Fort, +5 Ref, +3 Will Ammo: ..Paper Cartridges 10/10 ..Black Powder 8/10, Firearm Bullet 8/10 Weapon Equipped = None Speed = 30' (20') Grit = 3 Status Effects = -1 Constitution Uriah draws his kukri and attempts to cut the foul creature off.
"Hey there lad, I don't think your dog likes that music." Uriah backs away from the dog. "Why is all the music in this town so odd?" Maeve Mochanini has not participated in any online campaigns. |