Mort just shakes his head as the others whine about carrying around treasure. "Pirates gotta learn ta carry around loot right?" He nods to Chef to grab the other end while the others carry the meat and other found items.
"Sooner we get back the sooner we get to making the real coin."
With a bit of work and hauling, drake meat and statue are collected and carted back to Hartha's. She's very happy to have access to her woods back, and smiles as listens to the story.
I'll have it done for you in a day or two.
She says as she returns to work.
I'll send a runner to your captain to know where she wants me to send it.
After heading back to the inn, the team spots the captain and the quartermaster pouring over plans... several x's through various items indicate that the rest of the crew has been hard at work collecting what's needed.
Iulia spots the team and waves them over.
I hope you being back means you have good news on the new mast head?
Mort drops his end of the statue with a thud, his clothes and legs all bloodied. Blood smeared across his forehead from wiping away sweat. A foul look across his face. "Ya, woman said she'd have it done in a day or two, thanks to us sheddin' some extra blood for her and her wood supply."
Mort sits down heavily, pretty exhausted and still heartily wounded. "Gotta beer or three handy? I need some liquid to help replace some of this lost blood. Chef here says he's makin' roasted Drake or bisque or somethin that should be good fer sup."
Mort nods as Lorqinor takes the axe "You don't need lessons on how ta use that do ya? I always thought Elves were 'anti-axe'. More the bow n sword type." He pulls out the other axe and offers it around to the others.
Mort nods as Lorqinor takes the axe "You don't need lessons on how ta use that do ya? I always thought Elves were 'anti-axe'. More the bow n sword type." He pulls out the other axe and offers it around to the others.
Ivan shakes his head at Mort, "Yes and all Humans are hairy barbarians who prefer zee drinking of ale to zee singing of songs." he says sarcastically. He then looks to the captain,"Captain, 'ee does look a little worse for zee wearing, do you have a ships doctor?"
The captain nods and whistles.
DOC! WE GOT A BLEEDER!
Soon enough, a Halfling woman appears and shakes Mort's hand.
Name's Doc, Doc Imogene. Let's see if we can't get you patched up.
She set's right to work patching and wrapping up Mort. And does a good job of it to... it's not magical healing, but frankly Mort has felt worse after some magical healing than he does now.
Doc looks over her handywork and nods.
You'll be right as rain by morning. Nothing but blood loss. I can tell by your scars you've had worse. Order's are to go easy on the alcohol, heavy on the bread and soup. You'll feel better for it.
Mort nods at Ivan "Sounds like yer spot on to me. At least the human's I hang around fit that description."
As the 'Doc' wraps, taps, and traps him in all manner of bandages Mort scowls a bit then lightens up as he starts to feel a bit better, at least until the part about the diet. "Bread, soup, and house ale, got it." He leans back and puts his feet up, listening to the others discuss the next steps with the Captain.
"hehe perhaps we share some previous associates, no Mort?" he chuckles while offering a hand to help him up from the doctors administrations.
"So soon? Can't we at least take a few minutes for the Captain to catch us up on progress? You haven't been the one lugging that overgrown door knob all afternoon." He nods his head at the wooden idol.
The captain comes over and looks at the bandaged Mort with a grin.
I send you on a shopping trip and you get bloodied near to death. But, you also got me my masthead weeks ahead of schedule.
She moves from grin to broad smile.
Hell, that piece was gonna take the longest, and it looks like we might be able to set sail in a few days thanks to you! So for tonight, sleep, enjoy some ale on me, and be ready in the morning.
Night as restful, and the next morning, Iulia directs the crew to follow Anatoly, a rather large Half Orc Man with a smile that matches his tusks, wide and gleeming. Anatoly leads them down to the peer, puts them in a boat, and ships out.
Alright fresh meat, let's get to rowing!
As they row, Anatoly jokes and laughs the whole way. Soon enough, they come into a beautiful cove, and there the Magpie Princess lays moored. As the come aside the ship, Anatoly calls up.
RIGGER ANATOLY ASKIN PERMISSION TO BOARD!
A well-built Osirian with an immaculately kept beard, and a frown to match Anatoly's smile leans over.
PERMISSION TO BRING ABOARD ANATOLY! GET THEM UP HERE!
Soon enough, the team climbs aboard the Magpie Princess. While it is in the middle of repairs, anyone with even a passing knowledge of the sea can tell it is a fine vessel. Anatoly and the man talk for a bit before he turns to the team.
My Name is Horemheb, First Mate of the Magpie Princess. If the captain is not here, you answer to me. For today, we will start simple. You will be on guard duty. The captain feels after your swift efforts with the Masthead, you should be rewarded, and so while the rest of us work, you will keep the ship safe.
You get the strong feeling that Horemheb has strong feelings about that, but would never contradict his captain.
Familiarize yourself with the ship and do some cleanup. There is sawdust everywhere, and sawdust is a fire hazard.
He sighs.
We should not be long, so stay out of trouble, and out of the captain's quarters. You don't belong where locked doors are, so don't go there. Other than that... enjoy your guard duty.
With that, he and Anatoly go over the side to begin paddling their way towards the shore, Anatoly giving a shrug and a fairwell wave as he goes over.
Horemheb turns to Yvonne for a moment and twitches, as if he's barely restraining fury.
Yes. YOU.
He points a finger at her.
Just because you managed to impress the captain doesn't make you any better than anyone else on this crew. We ALL sweep. We ALL clean. We ALL do what is required to make this ship run.
He seems to calm down a moment and refocuses.
You have been given the opportunity to relax on guard duty and do some easy work, rather than whatever hauling and lifting the captain is going to be having the rest of us do all day. So enjoy it... we set sail in a few days, and I can guarantee you you'll wish you had guard duty with nothing better to do than sweep a few spots on ship once things get moving.
"Guard duty, got it. I'll man the crow's nest aight?" Mort stretches a bit then carefully climbs up to the roost and pulls out his longbow and arrows.
"If I see anything dodgy I'll whistle!" He hollers down.
After a bit Mort playfully hollers down to Lorqinor "Hey Lor! You missed a spot." He points over to a shaded corner of the boat, then waves.
Horemheb looks at her a long moment before giving a single nod.
Good.
With nothing more, he and his fellow leave to let the crew talk amongst themselves for a bit.
A few hours seem to go by without much muss or fuss. After to long however, the crew hears a voice call out in Polyglot, then in common HALLOO? from off the starboard side of the ship. As the team looks over the railing, they see a woman about 15 feet down to the water and about 30 feet out. She is an incredibly old woman, hunched over and wrapped in several sunbleached shawls.
Halloo dearies! I'm sorry, but I'm lost! Could you spare a old woman directions to Lilywhite!
Mort leans over and does a double take, narrowing his eyes as he tries to get a bead on this old biddy.
Nerrot gives the first mate a right prim and proper salute, stating, "Ai's is Nerrot Ear'avel, Sir! P'easure to be a'ord, sir!" As soon as the man stops looking his direction, though, Nerrot takes to the rigging like a monkey to the trees.
He whistles at what he finds. "Ana'oly, t'is is same absu'utely amazin' wark! I lave t'e ingenuity you used to fix t'is faremast in place. It s'ould make raisin' and lawer the sail a piece o' cake! Can ye s'ow me 'ow ye do it?"
He then scrambles back down, "Cleanup and guard duty, sir? Awww, Dan'. I was really hopin' I could he'p get'er ready!" He picks up a broom clearly not sized for him and starts sweeping, as soon as the first mate is gone though, he calls out to Mort. "'ey, buddy, t'ink ye can cut this down for me? It's taa lang for me ta use!"
At the woman's words, Nerrot narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious about their motives. He takes a moment to cast a spell, before looking the woman over with silver lined eyes, and analyzing her for magical traces. He slides up next to Chef and Ivan asking, "I cauld point 'er in t'e wrang dire'tion if ye want..."
"I ain't crawlin' all the way back down there just ta cut yer broom stick." He hollers from the crow's nest.
"Besides, if I cut it you won't be able to fly it around!" He chortles before hacking up a big loogy and letting it fly off into the sea.
Mort draws out an arrow, pulling back his bow as they greet the strange old lady "Not sure how you got out here, but yer creepy as hell. Lilywhite is the other direction from here, now move yer old ass along."
Ivan says nothing but rolls his eyes at the mention of cleaning. Once the first mate is away he will take to pacing around the ship and familiarizing himself with it.
once the old lady aproaches, "'ow did you row ziss vay all on your own granny? It seems strange for someone so frail to be out on zee sea. in a hidden harbor.... who has sent you?" he asks supsiciously.
Oh dear. I suppose you won't be fooled now will you?
She tsks and begins to float into the air as she's level with the ship. Mort's arrow flies by her and she looks up at the man in the crow's nest.
Oh dear. That wasn't very nice. COME MY PRETTIES! EHEHEHEHEHE!
As she cackles, 4 fish with VERY big teeth fly out of the water.
I THINK YOU'LL BE FIRST TO DIE! HEHEHEHEHE!
Suddenly, her face melts away into a horrid visage that makes everyone feel weak!
PATHFINDERS FIGHT! THE BOLD MAY ACT!
Ivan
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Red Fish
Hag
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Lorq
Chef
Mort
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Green Fish
Orange Fish
Blue Fish
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Yvonne
Ivan reacts quickly, Drawing his pistol as he steps up to the railing, he takes aim and fires at the hideous crone, " Not today you disgusting Hag!" as he gets his sights set he sees a truly horrible visage before him!
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The hag dodges out of the way as Ivan's bullet is knocked off kilter by the frightening visage. She cackles and points at Mort.
FLY MY PRETTY FISHY! FLY!
The fish does exactly that, flying up towards Mort!
The fish doesn't have much luck sinking it's teeth into Mort though, who bats the thing aside as it flies past, slowly coming around for another pass!
The Hag meanwhile turns to the rest of the crew and cackles.
Meenie. Miniee.... MO!
She makes eye contact with Chef, and the stoic cook feels something well up inside him... a feeling of impending, horrible doom!
But his stoicism serves him well, and he does not flinch!
PATHFINDERS FIGHT! THE BOLD MAY ACT!
Ivan -3 str
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Red Fish
Hag
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Lorq
Chef
Mort
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Green Fish
Orange Fish
Blue Fish
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Nerrot
Yvonne
"What in the Christ are these things!" Mort hollers down to the others as he lets and arrows fly at the old woman.
The Hag cackles as Mort's arrow flies by her, his distraction by the fish throwing off his aim.
PATHFINDERS FIGHT! THE BOLD MAY ACT!
Ivan -3 str
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Red Fish
Hag
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Lorq
Chef
Mort
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Green Fish
Orange Fish
Blue Fish
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Nerrot
Yvonne
Nerrot shakes his head for a second, almost feeling as if he'd stopped existing for a second there. He glances up at the face of pure terror in front of him. He gives a small snort of laughter at the look, it clearly not affecting him as much as should be ecpected. "Ha-HA! T'at's t'e same look me gran'ma gave me ol'er sister w'en she told 'er she was gonna marry a commoner! Ooh T'at's 'ilarious!" While he laughs about the woman and her impressions , he does think back if there might be anything he's read about these kinds of women or fishes.
Mort curses under his breath as his arrows flies wide, then ponders his options. Flying fish and a moldy old lady... pretty sure this part of the world sucks.
Nerrot knows these ugly flying fish are a type of razor toothed flying piranha! Careful not to let them bite you, they won't let go! the cuts caused by their bites often bleed profusely!
The woman is ugly, but Nerrot isn't sure what kind of ugly!
PATHFINDERS FIGHT! THE BOLD MAY ACT!
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Hag
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Chef
Mort
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Green Fish
Orange Fish
Blue Fish
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Nerrot
Yvonne
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Seeing the lady transforms into something ugly he watches as she summons fish to attack the crew
know nature to see if he knows what kind of fish they are fighting
Not recognizing what the fish are, he sees her to be the bigger threat. He blasts at her with his water power, this time, not worrying about gathering of power.
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taking 1 burn for -1 NL
The hag sputters as she's fire hosed by Lorq.
GET HIM MY FISHIES!
The fishes fly forward at Lorq!
Luckily for him, Chef stands at the ready, and hacks down on one of the fish, nearly severing it's head! However, even with it's head barely attached it still attacks!
Two of the fish bounce off Lorq's armor, but the third blue fish bites deep into his shoulder! Blood begins to flow!
The thing just won't let go!
PATHFINDERS FIGHT! THE BOLD MAY ACT!
Ivan -3 str
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Hag
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Lorq -2 Bleed -3
Chef
Mort
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Green Fish
Orange Fish -15
Blue Fish
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Nerrot
Yvonne
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Ivan reloads his pistol, then swiftly moves over to Lorq's side, "Vatch out now sonny, ziss may hurt," he says as he fires the pistol at the green fish ahead of him.
the shot might have missed, but he immediately presses his smoking barrel to Lorq's bleeding wound, stopping the bleeding altogether. "ve'll get a drink in you and you vill be right as the rain."
The fish let's out a eerie screech as it's shot, but the one holding onto lorq just won't let go! At least his wounds are sealed... for now...
PATHFINDERS FIGHT! THE BOLD MAY ACT!
Ivan -3 str
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Red Fish
Hag
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Lorq -2
Chef
Mort
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Green Fish -5
Orange Fish -15
Blue Fish
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Nerrot
Yvonne