Yorick's eyes widen as the fire explodes towards the ship and it's crew, his surprise rendering him helpless as one of the flaming stalks entraps him.
"NEVERMIND!!! NO MORE FIRE, FIRE BAD, NO MORE FIRE!!!!"
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Yorick is also hack+slashing at Gahrul's behest (Anything I need to roll for that?)
Yorick calls out- "Wizard-folks! Does anyone have fire spells?? Fire burns plants, right?!?! Keep them back with magic!"
Doing well myself, thanks!
Yorick tries to whisper to Gahrul, but in his crocodilic form his voice is deep enough that it's not very hard to hear- "Pssst, Gahrul? What's a 'sweep'? Is it one of those cleaning things?" He then tries to subtly make a sweeping motion like he was holding an invisible broom.
Yorick gives a cursory nod to Reggie and introduces himself quickly. "I am Yorick of the Swamp, and that is my brother, Gahrul. If you mean us no violence, you won't find any meant towards you, Reggie Whale-Rider, at least from most of us. Krendec has water-making magics but we don't have much in the way of supplies to share. -Gahrul, it may be best not to anger the whale-beast, for if it means to sunder this ship I'm not sure your bullets will feel like anything more than a mosquito bite...that is if it can feel anything at all. -Grauk....Grauk if you truly believe this woman is a threat then I will not interfere, but to me it sounded like she simply did whatever it took to escape with her life, something we're all trying to do now."
*Barely, staying standing Yorick looks to his brother, glad he remembered to emulate his brother and brace himself with some rope. Yorick calls out while pointing at the glow~ "Anyone with magick!!!!! Wh-what the hells is that now?!?!?!??! You, Grauk! Can you yell at it to make it leave like you did the other thing?!?!"
Yorick flexes his muscles and allows his pupils to 'turn' when the sun sets. They become a yellowish-green with a slit pupil, their crocodilian features allowing him to see in the dark.
Yorick is tempted to go beneath the deck, but he stays on deck a while longer, scanning the waters around the ship for any more apparent threats. He wasn't a very good sailor, but he was strong enough and he hoped he could help secure anything vital to the ships well-being if anything were to go wrong. If it got too bad they were all doomed anyway, and he could always head below if he needed to. Yorick's features are completely still, he looks to be deep in thought. Lightning. With a storm like this, the gods and spirits here must be pretty angry. I wonder if we are trespassing somehow?
Upon hearing Krendec's warning, Yorick's face shows even more concern. A storm? In this pile of wood? I guess Gahrul's prowess really will be tested. Yorick will help "batton down the hatches", helping in any way he can while keeping an eye out on Chee to see if he becomes lucid again.
Hmm...my grandmother began acting similarly as she went senile. It could just be his age I guess, but I don't wish to throw away the possibility of fouler forces at play... Yorick squints at Chee, to see if there's any dark forces within him. Yorick frowns at Chee again, saying simply "Indeed, if these are not your things then I shall make sure they're taken care of until we can sort out who they do belong to. Thank you for your help Chee, I'll leave you to rest. Come...come talk to me if you need anything." Yorick will pick up the book and as many small odd bits from the bag he can before walking over to Eremis with purpose. "Ear-aymus. Can you take a look at this? It's a book of some sort that belongs to Chee, the robed man over there, but he seems to have trouble remembering, well, anything really. But I overheard him earlier talking about transporting the ship away from the storm, so with any luck it may have some sort of clue to where exactly he may have taken us." Showing him the trinkets and knicknacks, Yorick continues-
Yorick nods, gently saying "Aye, it is wrong. Its alright though, we're all here to help one another and we'll protect you as best we can, perhaps your memories will return from wherever they've been wandering after you drink some and rest. If it's any help, you introduced yourself as 'Chee' and claimed to be a weaver of spells. Your robes certainly seem to back up that claim. I even heard you claim to have transported us here to get away from a particularly bad storm, only you also claimed that you didn't know where the spell had taken us. Is there...is there anything that you do remember? Family? Friends? A pet, perhaps?"
Yorick nods at Krendec, "My thanks. I'm glad we have a miracle worker to at least offer some water. Hopefully next we can find a reliable source of food." Yorick helps Chee with the water if it looks like he may struggle with it. "There you go..... I can't imagine what it must be like to wake up surrounded by strangers with no memories of what's transpired. If you'd like I can sit with you awhile and try to answer any more questions you have, or if you'd prefer I can leave you be?"
Yorick frowns, quite concerned at Chee's responses. "It's...It's alright, friend. My name is Yorick. I mean you no harm. You've been with us on this boat for some time now, after the floods started. We've been stranded on this boat for a few days now, drifting and trying our best to survive. As for where* we are...I'm not certain. Would you like something to drink? Let's see, what were their names.... Not waiting for a response from Chee, Yorick calls out- "Grah-uk! Krendeeck! Aramus! Come here, quickly! I believe this spell-weaver isn't feeling well, and I'm no healer. I think he needs some water, he may be dehydrated. His memories seem to have failed him and we'll need his help if he is the one who took us here!"
Still facing Chee, Yorick glances sidelong at the heated interaction between Krendec and the large human. I'll have to tell Gahrul to keep an eye on the big one.
Yorick stands and rushes to his brother's side, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I...I think what my brother means to say is that working together will greatly increase our chances of survival, and that though the circumstances of our meeting is strange and dire, we must learn to depend upon one another to make it out of this alive. Now, Gahrul may be harsh with words, but he's a damn good sailor and I think with his help we can keep this boat afloat. But that also means we all have to chip in, and I sincerely thank all of you who have already begun to. We can do this, and I believe we may find that our differences in both race and talents will prove to be a great asset." With that, Yorick raises his hand as if to pat Gahrul on the back, but stops his hand halfway in the air and awkwardly straightens out his clothing instead. Best not to bother him while he's gone all crocodile He frowns at Pe'Oter and the dark elf before going over to speak to the old, wizened human in the long robes. "Chee, was it? I must apologize if my brothers' ways are frightening to you, but I think you'll see that what he lacks in manners he makes up for in his prowess of sailing. Now, you are a magick master, correct?"
"what are your names" Krendec remarks "we can't just keep calling each other by our race can we" "You are quite right, sir..." Yorick shifts back, with the threats subsided for now, his eyes go from a crocodilian yellow to a much more human colored green. "I am called Yorick, and if you are still offering water I would love to trouble you for some." Turning to his brother, Yorick remarks "And Gahrul, you missed it but these two just saved you from drowning and being dissolved in the belly of a giant shadow creature. You should give them your thanks."
The entire spectacle is over within seconds, but Yorick finds himself looking down, jaw still aghast at the sheer strangeness of it all. Did, did he, did he just WALK ON THE WATER?? And then YELL at the thing in the water? AND IT FLED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?! Wh-what sort of mad lizard is this?????? Snapping out of his silence, Yorick rushes over to check on his brother as Krendec and Grauk haul him back over the side of the ship. Seeing that he appears to be alright for now, Yorick turns to Grauk and takes a knee, bowing his head low as he grips his long-hammer. "I-I thank you, Master Grauk. Thank you. I owe you a life-debt, and until it is paid, I offer my hammer. Turning slighty to Krendec, he smiles and nods his head as well "And thank you much as well. Both of you...both of you risked your lives for a stranger. It is good to know that there is still honor on this drowned world."
Yorick points at the inky mass moving towards Gahrul- "Gahrul!!!! Gahrul, wake up!!!! Gahrul can you hear me?!!?! WAKE UP!!!!! SOMETHINGS COMING!!!!!!!!" Still pointing out the thing in the water, Yorick calls out to the other passengers, "Look! There's something in the water there!! Please, don't let it get my brother! Shoot it, kill it, zap it with a fireball or your magicks I don't care just, PLEASE! Do SOMETHING!!!!!!!!"
Yorick rushes over to lean over the side, anxious to see his brother's fate!!! "Gahrul!!! Gahrul, are you alright????!?! "
Yorick screams as Gahrul jumps overboard- "NOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Yorick's eyes turn white with divine rage as he brings his hammer down on the creature once again!
Yorick moves within striking distance and wheels his hammer in an attempt to hit the goo-creature. He calls out to the other passengers~ "Everyone! If you can fight, do so! Otherwise, stay back as far as you can, and don't let it get near you!!!" Turning back to the creature, Yorick yells out - "AAAGH!!!!!! LET GO OF MY BROTHER, NOW!!!!!!"
Yorick is about to respond to the human who answered him when he hears the loud *CRACK*. He snaps his head about just in time to see the beam smash into the deck, sending the dwarf overboard. He sprints over to the side railing, leaning over in desperation and nearly falling over himself before regaining his balance. "Help! Please, anyone!! You there, wizard! Can your magic lift him back out??" His heart sinks as the screams turn to wails and he looks down to see the dwarf's flesh eaten away. Yorick turns his head away as the screams grow harsher....and finally cease. When he looks down once more he sees what little remains the dwarf left, a pile of bones and jelly. He was too late. He turns around and slumps to his knees on the deck, the feeling of defeat and helplessness sweeping over him. Quietly, he speaks aloud in something close to a whisper. "Are we...are we all doomed? If any god in heaven hears me, if my ancestor spirits exist in this forsaken world, if anyone or anything of power can hear me...help us. We need...we need a miracle." Standing, he utters one last prayer. "Help. Us" A phrase comes to mind, one the elders repeated often throughout his years in the swamp. The gods help those who help themselves. They needed a miracle to survive these waters, but a miracle would do no good if they all died before it arrived. Yorick was never one to take charge. He preferred watching and waiting, but something had to be done before the waters took them all. "Gahrul! Gahrul, where are you? Listen, I need you to sweep the boat. Secure any* more weaknesses in the beams or ropes. This can't keep happening if we're all to make it out of this alive. Is anyone here a priest? Dwarves, do you...do you have any last rites to perform for your companion? Is there anything we can do to help?" The creeping feeling of being watched hadn't gone away, but his inner predator had quieted at witnessing the dwarf's violent end. He regarded the second sun once more, swallowing back his terror and the feelings of doom that had overtaken him. At least for now.
Heh, not a soul suspects me. Gahrul better watch out! That man in the robe, did they call him a wi- wait...what in the devil's beard is that??? Fear began to sweep over him like a wave as he looked up at the single red orb in the sky, watching as the sky began to turn and a feeling of piercing stares overtook him. The primal part of him, the crocodile that never left, began to fear as well. Fight! Bite! Flee! Swim away! Hide! Not so much words as they were instincts all jumbled up, Yorick felt the familiar scales begin to break the surface of his skin under his armor. He scrambled to grasp his hammer tightly until his knuckles turned white, as he attempted to steady his own breathing. After a minute or so of panic, he was able to avoid making a scene of himself out here in the open. Quieted only slightly, the animal's "voice" still banged in his head, bidding him to either lash out or flee, but he knew that either would be foolish. Swallowing back his fear, he echoed loudly what the man had said moments before, silently wishing someone would answer. "What the hell is that?!?!?!?!?!?!? Does ANYONE here know?????"
Yorick glances around, considering the waters that stretched out before them in all directions. With the sun still high in the sky, it was foolhardy of him to think there would be any indication of where they'd been or where they were going...but perhaps tonight if the stars were out he could try again to discern their general location. With that in mind he turns back to regard the group of Dwarves and the tall Lizardman. What to do? Gahrul would probably say to mind my own business. If I try to facili--falicita---If I try to help it may just make things worse! I think I will wait...for now. I just hope a fight doesn't break out Yorick tries to look around casually to see how many others are watching the interaction as closely as he is.
I like the idea of being from the river kingdoms. I think Yorick would be more of a pantheist than anything, not devoting to a specific god but believing that several are worthy of praise dependent on the situation. He'd probably respect Erastil for the ways of the hunt and the community, but find some of his teachings too rigid. Yorick would probably have enjoyed the teachings of multiple empyreal lords, praying to different ones at different times. Their absence would be horrifying to him but I'm not sure in the chaos that their absence has clicked for him yet. Honestly I'm not sure he knows he's a "paladin" yet. He's probably met a crusader or two and found their ways quite funny, but all he knows is that he received training on the gods he didn't pay very close attention too but he did learn how to wear armor and wield weapons, he can focus to see "badness" in some things if he concentrates, and he was taught how to "call for help" if he ever did fight something with badness inside it. (Smite evil) Yorick would probably "look up" to his older brother, impressed with his boating proficiency and stealth, the latter of which he's tried to copy as well.
I'm fine with that. I really like the idea of a NE older brother watching out for his LG paladin younger sibling actually lol. And as for backstory stuff, honestly I'm fine either way. That is nice of you to offer the limelight but I'm totally fine with you chipping in more as well! The bare bones stuff I had so far was that our swamp - werecrocodile community was fairly insular, thus the respect for the elders etc. I didn't imagine it being necessarily a tribal or xenophobic place, and the community would probably have traded enough for you to have access to rifle. What are your thoughts on that?
While watching the dwarves approach the lizardman, Yorick will take in his surroundings in for what feels like the hundredth time. He knew* it was futile and the strange water had erased all his most familiar landmarks, but he felt he had to try to see if there was any indication of where they were, or at least where they should be in this new flooded world.
Yorick huddled close to his brother, shoulders slumped and head hung down. These were unfamiliar waters, not at all like the kind he had grown to know so well. When he looked back up he saw that his brother had slipped off again, which was about the only thing not terribly unusual about this dire situation. "I do not like magic..." He thought. Spirit-speaking, prayers, medicines, supplication to the ancestors, and even Gahrul's boomstick- these were things he didn't understand, but had grown accustomed to over the years. But this was not the swamp, and in his gut he knew that he would see many new things in the days to come. And that terrified him. He had seen the tall scaleskin, not a family member but a true cold-blooded two-legged walker, the ones the elders spoke about sometimes in hushed tones, and though he was frightened What was his name? Grauk? His voice was rough but his ideas where easy enough even for Yorick to understand. Perhaps it would be good to see where this went, even if the short-beards did have a point about stirring things up too much. Ancestors knew though, things had already stirred up as it was.
As someone with 1 skill point per level + 1 from favored class, I'm definitely in favor of background skills but I feel you. Ultimately its fine either way for me.
Well you're in luck because that's what I settled on! Here he is, let me know of anything wrong sticking out. |