As they inspect the weapons, Xikti'irrr finds that one of the ballista has a damaged spring that would prevent it from firing. He gives the new part to Quentin and asks him to attempt the repair.
Sanura looks a bit baffled when mentioned that her assigned crew member is a lizardfolk, having never actually encountered one before. She nods to Gracie, then walks a bit around the ship with Fish, trying to find him.She eventually finds what she imagines must be him in the hold sorting through various items and muttering to himself about how arrows don't grow on trees. He looks up.
"Who are you?" he says in a hissing voice.
She smiles to him, "The captain sent me, said I was supposed to help you on my stay on the ship."
She smiles to him, "The captain sent me, said I was supposed to help you on my stay on the ship."
"Oh. I am Sssysssil. I am taking inventory," he hissed. "You can help by counting the ammunition in that barrel. What'sss your name?"
She offers a hand, "I am Sanura, and my friend here is Fish."
Xikti'irrr waves Quentin aside and redoes the repair making sure to show the process as he does.
"You are eager, but you rush in. Some tasks require patience and knowledge to acquire. On a ship your life often depends on how well your equipment functions. You must learn to look closer, pay attention to the details. And ask for help when needed," the thri-kreen adds dryly. "Now come along. We will continue our work and I will teach you how these things work."
She offers a hand, "I am Sanura, and my friend here is Fish."
Sssysssil tilts his head and looks at Fish quizzically.
"A dog named Fisssh," he chuckled. "You have an interesssting sssenssse of humor, Sssanura."
Sanura grins back, "Yes, I must confess that I picked the name because it was humorous to me. Plus at the time of my druid training, I was missing the wonderful sea, which has always been my true home."
She then gets to work, careful with the items she is counting, and making sure to make notes of the numbers so she does not get mixed up.
"Okay, that was kind of almost cute. What else you got?""Fine, my dear, let me tell you the tale of how I got this coat, also known as why wizards should always take the money before they enchant the item..."
This time you actually get a laugh out of her.
"Okay, so maybe you're alright," she grudgingly admits. "Look, I'm gonna go down for a few minutes so I can grab a bite. You stay up here and keep a lookout. No goofing off. It can mean people's lives if you don't spot an enemy early on."
With that she shifts into a small siamese cat and hops out of the crow's nest leaping and climbing down the rigging to the deck below.
"Never up close. I saw something of that size once on a voyage that skirted near the edge, but we were more concerned at the time about steering the ship so that we didn't fall off."
"I don't think the Cap'n is going to want to do that again anytime soon. Several skins of the giant manta rays could work? Should we encounter them again?"
Nimm springs to the wheel and gives it a go: Prof Sailor: 1d20+7=18
"I don't think the Cap'n is going to want to do that again anytime soon. Several skins of the giant manta rays could work? Should we encounter them again?"
"Never up close. I saw something of that size once on a voyage that skirted near the edge, but we were more concerned at the time about steering the ship so that we didn't fall off."
"Yes, that could work. I haven't seen many of the big rays around, but where there's one there could be more. We'll keep an eye out."
Nimm springs to the wheel and gives it a go: Prof Sailor: 1d20+7=18
"Well, you do seem to have a talent for this. That's good. I might even get some rest from time to time now," she adds jokingly.
Garan takes a mop and starts swabbing the deck.
As he works, he asks the kobold "What do ye mean, penance?".
Quentin frowns, feeling like he should be able to work with such things even though the skill clearly eludes him for the moment. He pays careful attention to what the insectoid tells him however, trying to make sure he doesn't error again.
Garan takes a mop and starts swabbing the deck.
As he works, he asks the kobold "What do ye mean, penance?".
"I angered the Watcher," the kobold says mournfully, "and was banned from the caves and mines for not less than five years. Longer if I do not suffer sufficiently while I am forced to toil in the harsh sun. I must not become comfortable or I will not be allowed back below."
Adrick wonders up to the gnome cook and introduces himself " Name's Adrick, always great to meet a fellow chef of your calibur. With luck I may learn a good bit from you. I would like to see the galley." Adrick follows the gnome and takes mental note of what is what all the while asking various questions on herbs, spices etc.
Adrick wonders up to the gnome cook and introduces himself " Name's Adrick, always great to meet a fellow chef of your calibur. With luck I may learn a good bit from you. I would like to see the galley." Adrick follows the gnome and takes mental note of what is what all the while asking various questions on herbs, spices etc.
"Pleasure to meet you, Adrick," Horace says cheerfully. He is more than happy to show off his immaculately clean galley to a fellow cook.
"Heh, that cloud looks like a fish- wait, kua-toa! Oh, this just gets better and better."
"Heh, that cloud looks like a fish- wait, kua-toa! Oh, this just gets better and better."
Quentin's head perks up from the part he is focused on at the cry. Setting it aside he dashes towards the side of the ship, drawing his rapier as he goes, ready for battle.
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"Typically, I use what spells I have to support the rest of the crew. Come on, we should get out there."
draws sword "Let's go." heads outside to see what he can do to assist
Sanura suddenly stops counting inventory, standing up straight as she pauses to listen. She looks to the lizardfolk, "Did you hear that? I believe there is trouble up top."
Sanura suddenly stops counting inventory, standing up straight as she pauses to listen. She looks to the lizardfolk, "Did you hear that? I believe there is trouble up top."
"Yesss. I mussst help man the ballisssta. You can choossse to help with that, or however you think you can be the mossst ussse."
As Adrick gets led around the galley he comments to the gnome "My friend, I have seen many kitchens and galleys in my days and by far this..." the cleric pauses as he catches some yelling going on above deck "Sounds like trouble up top. My companions may need my help. May we continue this tour later" Adrick then draws his bow and heads top deck to see whats going on
Looking up to Warek from his work, flashing a grin. "What do you say, Warek?" Runs to the starboard bow, readying himself for battle.
"While I am sure I would be able to aid you with the ballista, I believe I would do a better job if I were to able to fight and cast my spells. Good luck to you up there." With a nod to him, she motions for her wolf to follow, and she heads up to the deck, taking out her scythe as she does so.
Init: 1d20+7=18
"Wha!?! Alarm's raised, Pilot. Where do ye want me?" In the meantime Nimm will draw his sword and move into a guarding position on the Pilot.
Screams of battle slow down to a dull roar, and time freezes.
Init: #839 1d20 + (+2) = 19