*Nods in agreement with Kauul* grabbing a somewhat clean rag or cloth, tears it into strips with two longer for himself and the strange four-legged companion of the female. Casting prestidigitation on the handful of strips to create a heavy sea breeze smell to filter out the disgusting fumes in the bilge area. Passes them out among the group, demonstrating how to stuff the two ends into their nostrils to help keep the smell out. Wraps his gills with his longer piece and hands the other piece to the female for the animal companion. "This will only filter the scent for about an hour. I can renew the scent if it wanes on you."
(signs)
Spoiler:(/signs)Maybe one of the other more professional sailors should call up to the beast and ask what the pilot wishes to keep? What do you think?
*accepts the strip from Arioch and applies it*
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"Well, you could clean it through 'ard work, I think I'm going to say we cheat."
Garan starts looking for a hose-like object..
"Nimm, or Quick, can we ask the pilot or Tak what needs to be kept down here? or do we just get rid of everything?"
*Begins to focus elemental ray to use as a hose to push the refuse out of the bilge area* "It is going to get colder down here quickly."
"Nimm, or Quick, can we ask the pilot or Tak what needs to be kept down here? or do we just get rid of everything?"
*Begins to focus elemental ray to use as a hose to push the refuse out of the bilge area* "It is going to get colder down here quickly."
"GODS! Watch that ice! A man's got no tolerance for something that cold. Things could freeze and fall off in water like this!"
"'S a'right Nimm, you got nuthin to worry about."
"'S a'right Nimm, you got nuthin to worry about."
"Speak for yerself! Me and the boys've been through a lot together and I don't fancy losin' them now because some'un gets slappy with his icy rays!"
"Speak for yerself! Me and the boys've been through a lot together and I don't fancy losin' them now because some'un gets slappy with his icy rays!"
"You know, I've got just the thing to prevent that. It's called "Don't Leave Mr Happy Hanging Out In Cold Places". That usually works."
He then goes back to ineffectually scrubbing the same spot.
"Ye didn't market that BLEEP! to that half-orc, did ye?"
*Garan is watching for progress with the ice, but, from the look on his face, maybe a hose of ICE wasn't what he was referring to.
"I prolly shulda said 'tube', bloody BLEEP!ing wizard's wasting a spell."
"...bloody BLEEP!ing wizard's wasting a spell."
"Arioch know what doing."
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"Ye didn't market that BLEEP! to that orc, did ye?"
"What, "Don't Leave Mr Happy Hanging Out"? No, I sold completely different BLEEP to him."
*stops the ray, and begins to break up the ice into movable pieces.* "Tis easier to get rid of now, yes? Not wasting anything, Garan. I can produce that ray at will."
Arioch's idea certainly seems to be the most effective. While the rest of the crew was making progress, for the most part, it was certainly slow going as most effort ended up just smearing the muck around.
Quick gives a nod of his head towards Arioch, falling back as the ice starts to form over some of the slime."I will find out what would be wished kept as quickly as possible and return. Worry not, I'll not be leaving my fair share of the work."
For all his joking around earlier, when it was actually time to work, Quentin seems to have grown much more quiet and not joined in the chatter, focusing fully on the task at hand, be it smearing the slime around, or running off to fetch the information needed.
She smiles to Arioch and takes the strips. "Thank you. We both appreciate it." She takes the time to wrap the strip around the wolf first, taking careful time to make sure it works properly, then focusing on the one for herself. She watches the men, shaking her head at their banter. She looks to Nimm and scoffs, then goes back to cleaning. After Arioch uses the ray to freeze things, she pats him on the back. "Good idea."
She then thinks to herself, wondering if there was anything she could do to help with the process. She stops working for a moment, standing straight to think. Nope, nothing helpful at the moment. She could perhaps summon a creature to help with the work, but she would not want to let a friend of nature deal with this muck.
"Yeah, yeah, icing the smelly s&~*e works just fine. Just keep that ray away from me, yeah?" Nimm pulls his short sword and uses the hilt to break the ice into manageable sizes and hand them up to the next person in the bucket brigade.
While breaking up the ice and putting it in a bucket, Garan looks for anything of value.
Quick gives a nod of his head towards Arioch, falling back as the ice starts to form over some of the slime."I will find out what would be wished kept as quickly as possible and return. Worry not, I'll not be leaving my fair share of the work."
For all his joking around earlier, when it was actually time to work, Quentin seems to have grown much more quiet and not joined in the chatter, focusing fully on the task at hand, be it smearing the slime around, or running off to fetch the information needed.
"What the BLEEP BLEEP ye think ye're doin' up here, rat?" The Bo'sun bellowed as Quentin came in sight. His face was red with rage, but there was a glint in his eyes like he was enjoying this a little too much.
While breaking up the ice and putting it in a bucket, Garan looks for anything of value.
Quentin gives the boatswain a salute even as he is being yelled at. "The recruits realized that the pilot may not appreciate us simply throwing out his stuff, sir. It was decided that one of us should check what should be saved from among the bilge mess. Thats me, sir."
"Yeah, yeah, icing the smelly s~**e works just fine. Just keep that ray away from me, yeah?" Nimm pulls his short sword and uses the hilt to break the ice into manageable sizes and hand them up to the next person in the bucket brigade.
"Ok I will see what I can do." Bows sharply, never taking eyes off of Nimm. Then returns to moving out the ice chunks of slime to clean up the bilge quickly.
Chuckling at the antics of the crew and the ingeniousness of Arioch to use his ice ray. Giving the alzanti a nod, he gets to work of helping break up the ice with his scimitar, Adrick seems to still be nursing his headache from the over drinking and thus is remaining quiet and to himself. This should be over by tomorrow Adrick thinks to himself about his hangover and agains vows to stay clear of the drink or at the very least not consume so much
Quentin gives the boatswain a salute even as he is being yelled at. "The recruits realized that the pilot may not appreciate us simply throwing out his stuff, sir. It was decided that one of us should check what should be saved from among the bilge mess. Thats me, sir."
"Ye weren't told to think, rat. If'n ye'd needed t' know anything of the kind, I'd ha' told ye. Ye're t' learn t' obey, WITHOUT QUESTION, RAT!"
As he bellowed the last, he swung at Quentin with a meaty fist. He connects solidly to the side of Quentin's head.
Quentin takes the blow solidly, stretching his jaw after the strike lands. He looks evenly back at the boson, a man like this trying to lord his personal power above others being something he certainly despises, but knowing nothing good would come from more directly picking a fight with the man. Instead he simply nods his head and keeps his face passive. "Understood,sir. No more thinking. I will remember it is the sailors without thought who advance in this crew, sir."
Assuming that the boatswain doesn't stop him, he then turns and makes his way quickly below decks, rubbing his jaw some once down and out of sight, though when he steps back into the bilge he has his grin once more and is stripping off his boots to get back to work.
"Get rid of it all, boys. But I wouldn't go asking about it further. I don't know how you could tell an ooze was upset about something, well I don't know how you could tell and be on the outside of it anyway, but if it does seem bothered, let it know the boatswain gave us the okay."
Garan stops, hearing the commotion (although not clearly), and rolls his eyes.
"That's what ye BLEEPing get for asking stupid BLEEPing questions." Garan sighs, "I'll be back, don't want the pansy ta get himself killed."
Garan begins to slowly trudge up the stairs, trying to stay out of eyesight and still hear things going on.
Fin glances up at the bellowing upstairs. "Hmm. Guess the bosun didn't want us asking the ooze." He then shrugs his shoulders and sets back to work.
Hearing the bellowing, turn to see Garan heading up, keep breaking up ooze ice and listening for the results of Garan's ascent.
*Kauul thinks to himself "Great, another of my oh so brilliant ideas goes south."*
*slumps over a little more while moving chunks of frozen muck*
*looks at Quick when he returns* "Sorry Quick."
Catching sight of the dwarf on his way back down, Quentin claps Garan lightly on his shoulder. "No worries, friend, all is handled enough up on the deck. I suspect if more of us storm up there, it would just cause more of an unnecessary uproar."
When he gets down to the bilge, he gives the others a grin"Get rid of it all, boys. But I wouldn't go asking about it further. I don't know how you could tell an ooze was upset about something, well I don't know how you could tell and be on the outside of it anyway, but if it does seem bothered, let it know the boatswain gave us the okay."
Quentin chuckles lightly when Kauul apologizes and rubs his jaw lightly before shaking his head. "No worries, chum. I've paid for harder shots then that at the tavern. It was a reasonable thought, though I'm afraid our officers here seem a bit less receptive then they may have been on a merchant vessel."
Perception: 1d20+5=13
Nimm shakes at his head at the commotion above and stands out of the much, stretching. He carefully cleans off his feet, pulls on his boots and heads
DM:
Profession: Sailor check to know which hammock is the bo'sun's: 1d20+7=21
Nimm will keep a quick eye out to wait until no one's watching: Perception 1d20+5=19 and then he'll quickly saw from the bottom of the rope just until the bo'sun's weight will cause the rope to break after about a half hour of the fat buzzard's heaving. (Profession Sailor to know the precise amount to cut: 1d20+7=19)
His deed done, he'll scowl, think 'No one messes with the boys save me, fat man' and head back to the bilge, taking up his work again. If anyone stops him, he'll plead stupid and ask where the toilet is...
Perception (1d20+4=17)
After hearing the commotion up deck and hearing Quentin return to the crew, Adrick quickly looks up and motions over to Quentin. When the sailor heads over Adrick looks over and says " Just wanted to make sure nothing is broken. Wouldnt do you any good to have an aliment like that at sea." Upon looking him over Adrick grabbed a fairly clean rag and picked up a small hunk of the ice and mutter a few words in the language that can only be described as divine magic and the the ice became purified and clear as if it was picked off a frozen lake. Wrapping the ice in the cloth he hads it to Quentin and says " Keep this applied for a few hours and you should be good" When that is finished Adrick returns back to his cleaning
Fin glances over to Adrick cleansing the ice. "Wait a minute, if Sarenrae lets you turn this *Points at liquid/frozen filth* into good clean water, why didn't you just do that in the first place, save us all some trouble?"
" I can only purify it enough for drinking" Adrick says while picking up a hunk of ice. Grinning he adds "besides everyone could stand for a bit of honest work ehh" This last added with a smile. This is more personality you've seen from the young cleric all day. With his hangover ever dwindling, Adrick is about to be more of the optimistic young man he usually is
Quentin gives Adrick a nod and a smile, snapping off a bit of the ice and considering it and where its been a moment before tossing it in his mouth to crunch, resting the larger chunk on his shoulder so he can lean his jaw against it a bit while still leaving his hands free to work.
"Thank you kindly, Adrick." He glances over towards Fin and grins some as well "I'm afraid the man is right in that regard. I doubt the boson is going to appreciate shortcuts anymore then he does questions. While the bilge is likely one of the less pleasant jobs we'll get on the vessel, its far from the most back-breaking. I suspect that if he thought we were slacking off somehow and avoiding the work in the way he expected of us, we'd be given something worse. Likely still will, but at least this way we are much more likely to get some rest tonight then getting to pull an extra work shift."
She had heard the whole commotion up stairs, stopping what she was doing to listen. She was able to hear everything clearly, but it didn't sound like anything too troubling at the moment, so she just let things progress as they would.
Garan trudges back to work in the bilge, hoping to get it done quickly so he can go to sleep. His hangover is BLEEPing killing him.
"A'right, lets get this BLEEP over with." He grumbles.
After what seems like forever, you finally finish cleaning the bilge. After a supper of hardtack and water you are sent to your hammocks to sleep. The rest of the crew hardly looks trustworthy, and you have some sense that you might be best off sleeping with one eye open.
Sometime near midnight there is a very loud thud followed by even louder cursing.
"This BLEEPING rope's been BLEEPING CUT!!!!! RATS!!!!!! Ye're gonna BLEEPING pay fer this, if it's the last thing I BLEEPING do!!! Get yer BLEEPing BLEEPs on the deck right this minute, rats, or I'll know the reason why!"
She jolts awake, sitting up in the hammock. She reaches out for Fish, grabbing his scruff while she looks around. He was quiet, so there didn't seem to be any immediate danger. She gets out of bed, quickly grabbing one of her weapons and heading up.
She heads up there, apparently the first one to do so. She then waits for the rest of them, wondering what has happened.
Quentin was half awake anyway when the shout went up, expecting to be pulled into some sort of night duty or hazing and so not wanting to let himself drift off too deeply. He remains in his hammock grinning to himself to a moment before he pushes up to his feet and slips his boots on, forcing his face to be even. He's quite sure he would already be the prime suspect in such an event, no need to encourage such things any further.
Looking around to make sure all the others are stirring and no one is left behind, particularly Kauul as he isn't yet sure if his trouble speaking may be because of hearing issues. Once everyone is on their feet he makes his way up to the deck and assumes attention, smoothing his clothing as if it were a dress uniform and waiting for the angry barrage to come.
*bolts fully awake at the sound of the bellowing and, after grabbing his falchion, makes his way on deck*
"Fun night coming."
*looks at Arioch*
(signs)[/spoiler]"So what do you think the blow hard has in store for us now?"[/spoiler](/signs)
Nimm casually rolls out of his hammock, grabs his sword and heads up on deck, looking around at his crewmates and wondering whatever the problem could be?