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Hey, I'm really sorry about all the absence. Unfortunately I've currently just got a lot less free time than I expected I'd have, and I don't think I'll be able to contribute on anything like a regular basis here, so I'll have to drop out. I'm sorry about all that, and I hope y'all continue to enjoy the campaign.
MIDDLE HOLD DAY TWO "Easy there, Owlbear. You're doing a great job watching the stairs - you saw me, isn't that right?" Zarvas ponders a moment. "Though that might not do you much good, since we haven't met before, and so you don't know who I am."
MAIN DECK NIGHT TWO
THE RIGGING DAY THREE Zarvas climbs up next to the Halfling an hour or so into the workday, awaiting a good opportunity when his antagonists are occupied elsewehere. "You alright there, Rats? Bastards seem to be giving you an extra rough time today," he says with concern, nodding toward them as they sabotage his work.
Neat! I will do my patron proud.
Actually, he's just looking at the pictures. Yeah, that's what I said :p So I'd argue that, being that these are humanoid races, they'd have reproductive traits similar to humans as well, possibly with some things along the same lines of the creatures they resemble in there too. Especially considering humans get that one alternate racial feature that allows them to be treated as part of some other race, without any restrictions on which of those apply. Also, Zarvas isn't necessarily looking to reproduce, either, just saying.
Hang on... researching frog sex
Lol well that's just plain racist.
Haha - poor Zarvas is a cleric of Calistria, and yet is the only person aboard not getting any. But mark my words, that will change, sooner or later... just by sheer statistics, somebody out there has to have an amphibian fetish...
MIDDLE HOLD: Zarvas takes a moment to examine the unfortunate man's condition. After a few minutes looking him over, Zarvas casts Disguise Self, changing his appearance to that of an unremarkable gnome man. He gently rouses the man to talk with him. "Ye gods, mate! Whose soup did you piss in to end up down here? DAY THREE:
NIGHT THREE:
DAY TWO: Growing a bit more confident in his abilities as rigger, Zarvas decides to do a bit of expression on the middle hold, figuring no on no one paying too much attention to his location so long as the ship keeps moving and doesn't fall apart.
NIGHT TWO:
Zarvas takes pity on the downed sorcerer and goes over to heal him.
"Get up, sleepy. You've a long day of shoveling refuse ahead of you."
Damn, damn, damn. I can't just leave the poor bastards to get trounced... Zarvas turns around, and, getting within range of Zale, Es, and Esk, brandishes his wooden symbol and channels a flow of heading energy.
Yup, nothing's burst into flames so far, so I can't complain too much. Slightly reduced internet access is the excuse I'm gonna go with for missing a few days' posting, but I'll endeavor to put an end to the absenteeism in future. Sorry again y'all.
Still a bit hungover, Zarvas cracks open a single bulging eye, sighs, and hops down to the floor. Damn it all, could they not have waited til after breakfast? While the new group of assailants focus on the Strix, Zarvas slinks behind some cover, but stays as close to the action as he can manage while avoiding detection.
And so, Zarvas heckled his evening away, wondering with a slight tingle of excitement how much trouble this would land him in.
Zarvas pats her on the side of the leg. "Let's get to it, then!"
"Hm, I don't know, Badger. If I have to keep getting axes thrown at me all night, I feel like I should ask for 25%," says Zarvas smiling wryly up at the woman towering over him.
Zarvas hops on down to the deck next to the woman. "Sorry about all that - didn't mean to get anybody else caught up in that, but I can't say I'm disappointed he took a thrashing. I'm Zarvas Veranghi - who might you be? I feel it's safe to assume that wasn't your given name he used."
"What, are you deaf now, too? I'm up here, Jackass Jape!"
"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you!"
"As you wish, Mr. Jape. So sorry to bother you." Sandara just said to keep clear of the bosses. I suppose that makes their goons fair game. Zarvas then climbs up the nearby mast, finds a comfortable spot along the boom, and shouts at the top of his shrill voice, "Hey Jaundice! You stink like dead rat. Time to wash up!"
[Ooc]Ok, let's get a quick tactical read then. How drunk is good Mr. Half-Orc, how close is the nearest mast/climbing thing, and does my new pal seem to be at all popular with the other crewmembers?[ooc] Zarvas chuckles hollowly. "Pond. That's very funny. Tell me, tall fellow - what's your name?"
Let me take a moment to apologize in advance if I take a little bit of time between posts over this next week or so - I'm in the process of moving out of state, and it's been a little bit hectic. I'll do what I can to keep up with everything though. Or maybe I'll do something stupid to get my character killed before the first day is out, in which case no worries, lol.
Donning his wee suit of armor, Zarvas scouts the deck for the strongest, most unsavory looking character he can spot (of course, not counting those in positions of power). If I can't give Plugg and Scourge what they deserve, then in the meantime I'll just have to find something else to avenge. "Hey, big guy. How the hell did they ever manage to drag a tough fellow you aboard this rig?"
"Besmara? I know much less about her than I'd like, especially being somewhere she's revered so highly. I'm a devout follower of Calistria, myself. We'll have to compare notes, I think..."
Zarvas graciously accepts the suit of armor, and, never one to turn down a strong glass, Zarvas eagerly quaffs his thimble of rum, raising it in salute only after it's drained.
Trying to keep his expression as free of revulsion as possible during the brutal tortuous death of the man known as Jakes, Zarvas clutches his wooden holy triptych and says a silent prayer to Calistria. I don't care what the hells he stole - he didn't earn a death like that. By your hand, I shall be this man's instrument of vengeance. By your will, these brutes Scourge and Plugg shall know your sting.
Zarvas hurries excitedly about his first day of work, momentarily letting himself forget about his current predicament.
Yeah Zale got caught, he doesn't fall and all is good in the world. I'll have part two up now in a bit. Just got home from work, and looking through submissions for Team 2 (Oh lord what have I gotten myself in to there?!). Haha who all did you pick for that one?
I mean, I guess if I get to hold onto the spell slot I can't complain about that. *shrug*
There, and now you're also not bleeding out. :)
Zarvas, always mystified by the clumsiness of humans, takes a moment to heal the unconscious heap of paladin in front of him.
Well I don't know about catching y'all, but I can at least heal you up some. Y'know. If you aren't dead.
Lol yeah... he's okay at the climbing. As for the roll20, awesome. I love having combat maps. If you can use the frog pic I used for my description earlier, that'd work nicely; failing that, I'm not picky. I'd gladly settle for, say,a yellow circle with a brown dot in the middle.
Though still bitter about taking the whip lash earlier, Zarvas simply can't help but perk up at the mention of a climbing contest. The started reward cooks have been "first to the top gets pitched overboard" and he'd still have strongly considered it. Zarvas effortlessly shimmies his way up through the rigging and gives a triumphant laugh when he reaches the top.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all, if I get to do this all day. I'll still have to punish the bastards, but that can wait.
Bring raised among vengeful prostitutes, false subservience is practically a native tongue for Zervas. Giving a croaking groan, he says, "I'm with you, masters. Give the word and I'll do as you wish." You oafs will regret this, and soon, mark me. As subtly as he can manage, the small, yellow frog-man searches his loose-fitting clothes, now caked with blood, for his holy symbol.
Hey, everybody! I'm excited to get this underway. My name's Nate, I work as a phone tech with Sprint, and I'm a singer on the side. I'm good about checking and posting regularly, and if at any point something comes up that might prevent that, I'll do my best to give a heads-up. My time zone is U.S. Eastern and I tend to keep pretty typical hours, just to give you some idea of when I'll be active. Also, since I didn't do this before... Backstory - the short version is Zarvas was raised among a cult of Calistria in Katapesh with his mother, where he loved exploring the heights and depths of the city. After he became a full cleric, he started to get antsy, left the city and started wandering. He then ended up in the Shackles, because of course he did. Appearance - something like this, though obviously a bit more humanoid-shaped. And with clothes. Usually. Motivation - to explore the world, to experience new and unusual sensations, and to spread the glory of Calistria to all who will listen (and many who would rather not)! Favorite color - maroon Favorite meal - though Zarvas is far from picky when it comes to his bugs, he has recently acquired a particular taste for dragonflies, and gobbles up any he can find with gusto. Theme song - ehh, I'll get back to you on that.
Ok, this is the character I (purplefruitnewt) would like to run. I need to go back through and make sure crunch and fluff match with the campaign, but it should be most of the way there already.
Yeah, just try and brave the frozen wilds without a frog buddy. Everybody says you need a frog to survive the tundra. Totally a real saying that I didn't just make up. Lol congrats y'all, and have a fun campaign.
Indeed. Especially that one frog guy... he seems like he's pretty great :p
Okay, I have everything posted!
My character's not finished yet - I can definitely boost my cha some and drop a rank in diplomacy if need be, so long as you can handle the intimidation side of things |
