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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Oct 28, 2008 13:37:09 GMT
<Rumbleskin>
Rumbleskin looks to the elf and says: "C'mon then Eneval, lets get our stuff stored. I've a thought that I'll be takin' th' floor on account o' there bein' nae further t' fall when yon boat rocks... Either bed be yours..."
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Post by Zeric on Oct 28, 2008 19:52:37 GMT
OOC: Thought the footlocker idea was a fairly sensible one - it keeps the passenger's cabins (and the crew's) tidy and "shipshape" and also saves random gubbins getting tossed around at the first hint of a high sea...
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Post by Cathmhaol on Oct 30, 2008 22:05:22 GMT
Without awaiting a reply, he stowed his satchel in the chest, before replacing it under the bunk. He plucked a hair from his head and wrapped it around the hasp. Seeing Cathmhaol's look, he explained, " You cannot be too careful with sailors around..." Cathmhaol raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Yon hair? It's enchanted, right? It'll kill any bugger that touches it, aye?" He shook his head. "If it doesn't, then frankly it's useless. Ye'll know if someone's been in there but it ain't gonna stop someone pokin' around. I don't think I'll be leavin' owt valuable in there..." |
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Post by Zeric on Oct 31, 2008 1:11:07 GMT
Zeric raised his voice, while shaking his head vigorously and pointing to the door, "What use is setting an enchantment to protect your belongings if the enchantment is NOT fatal?"
"Tress here is not exactly, um... comfortable at sea, so I think she will be spending the voyage in the comfort of this very cabin. And what she observes, I also observe. A thief will have no chance in this room..." he stated, stroking the winged cat behind the ears. "Shall we go upon deck and see what mischief our companions have managed to get themselves into?"
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Oct 31, 2008 14:11:53 GMT
<Rumbleskin>
Laughing good-naturedly at the shouting coming from Cath and Zeric's room, Rumbleskin muttered "Ahh, a marriage made in the starts, that one" before letting out a belly laugh himself as he trumped upstairs to try and introduce himself to their other travellers...
While Rumbleskin had heard the phrase 'curiosity killed the Kender', he'd not known many Dwarves to fall foul of that affliction. Besides, he promised himself, he was certainnly not about to start comparing himself to a Kender any time soon!
So, spirits running high at the anticpiation of an adventure on the high seas, Rumbleskin made his way above-deck and took note of who was about...
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 31, 2008 15:24:47 GMT
OOC- in the current climate of light DM-ing. Ill let all the players run with this, Im interested to see what you come up with. Ill list the NPC's below, just work out who you want to interact with and Ill answer for them.
1. A woman with the covered face that was stood in the bar from last night.
2. A pair of gold elves, a male and a female, both looking almost identical except for their sexes.
3. A gnome, with a monocle and a beard all around his rotund face, he carries a small cane that he struck on the floor as he walked.
4. Durstar the ships mate
5. Captain Hrong
6. Any number of Sailors
7. 2 passengers that can be made up.
Ill move it on at certain points.... 
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Post by Dace on Oct 31, 2008 15:53:54 GMT
OOC- in the current climate of light DM-ing. Ill let all the players run with this, Im interested to see what you come up with. Ill list the NPC's below, just work out who you want to interact with and Ill answer for them.
1. A woman with the covered face that was stood in the bar from last night.
2. A pair of gold elves, a male and a female, both looking almost identical except for their sexes.
3. A gnome, with a monocle and a beard all around his rotund face, he carries a small cane that he struck on the floor as he walked.
4. Durstar the ships mate
5. Captain Hrong
6. Any number of Sailors
7. 2 passengers that can be made up.
Ill move it on at certain points....
Also Dace's companion. |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Oct 31, 2008 16:42:32 GMT
Cathmhaol stomped up the stairs and onto the deck. He looked around, taking in the passengers. Deciding to eschew small talk with people who he couldn't be bothered to get to know better, he approached the captain instead.
"Ye'll ha' done this run a few times, eh Cap'n?" he said, "Any danger o' runnin' into any pirates?" He rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, showing he was quite up for a fight should any turn up.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Oct 31, 2008 16:52:15 GMT
<Rumbleskin>
Rumbleskin walked over to the tattoo'd lady from the bar the night before, whistling a mining song that could almost pass for a sea shanty...
Assuming she is not in conversation at that point, he walks up to her, removes his gauntlet, proffers his hand and says: "Lady, I didnae et a chance t' inneroduce mysel' in th' inn... I be Rumbleskin Ironeater o' Clan Ironeater fro' th' hills o' Illefarn."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 31, 2008 18:01:35 GMT
Cathmhaol stomped up the stairs and onto the deck. He looked around, taking in the passengers. Deciding to eschew small talk with people who he couldn't be bothered to get to know better, he approached the captain instead. "Ye'll ha' done this run a few times, eh Cap'n?" he said, "Any danger o' runnin' into any pirates?" He rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, showing he was quite up for a fight should any turn up. the captain chuckled laughing at his own irony, he then looked through his telescope out to the horizon checking it out before turning back to the warrior. "Its unlikely we will run into pirates at the start of Spring. But I wouldnt put anything past those sea dogs in Luskan. You see, there arent any indpendent pirates here, just those who accept the coin and a letter of mark from Luskan. That and their wizards always try to take over the lands around Neverwinter or even threaten the Silver Marches. The politics of the North is getting more and more tense friends. I suspect we are headed for dark times indeed." <Rumbleskin> Rumbleskin walked over to the tattoo'd lady from the bar the night before, whistling a mining song that could almost pass for a sea shanty... Assuming she is not in conversation at that point, he walks up to her, removes his gauntlet, proffers his hand and says: "Lady, I didnae et a chance t' inneroduce mysel' in th' inn... I be Rumbleskin Ironeater o' Clan Ironeater fro' th' hills o' Illefarn." She closes her eyes "Out of place indeed." |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Nov 2, 2008 22:55:32 GMT
Cathmhaol stomped up the stairs and onto the deck. He looked around, taking in the passengers. Deciding to eschew small talk with people who he couldn't be bothered to get to know better, he approached the captain instead. "Ye'll ha' done this run a few times, eh Cap'n?" he said, "Any danger o' runnin' into any pirates?" He rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, showing he was quite up for a fight should any turn up. the captain chuckled laughing at his own irony, he then looked through his telescope out to the horizon checking it out before turning back to the warrior. "Its unlikely we will run into pirates at the start of Spring. But I wouldnt put anything past those sea dogs in Luskan. You see, there arent any indpendent pirates here, just those who accept the coin and a letter of mark from Luskan. That and their wizards always try to take over the lands around Neverwinter or even threaten the Silver Marches. The politics of the North is getting more and more tense friends. I suspect we are headed for dark times indeed." spat Cathmhaol, "Gi' me a straight fight any day. Ye know where ye are wi' a sword in yer hand. Men who use words just t' tie ye in knots..." He shook his head in disgust. |
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Post by Zeric on Nov 3, 2008 0:14:44 GMT
Zeric, feeling less than sociable after the remedy he'd received that morning from the priests of Helm. He strode onto the deck after Cathmhaol, but instead of following him to conversation with the captain or other passengers, he moved to the rail and contemplated the horizon, lost in his own thoughts. He maintained the mental communication with Tress, attempting to calm the animal's nervousness at finding herself at sea.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Nov 3, 2008 8:19:46 GMT
<Rumbleskin> Rumbleskin walked over to the tattoo'd lady from the bar the night before, whistling a mining song that could almost pass for a sea shanty... Assuming she is not in conversation at that point, he walks up to her, removes his gauntlet, proffers his hand and says: "Lady, I didnae et a chance t' inneroduce mysel' in th' inn... I be Rumbleskin Ironeater o' Clan Ironeater fro' th' hills o' Illefarn." She closes her eyes "Out of place indeed." Rumbleskin chuckled a bit at this "You have the right of that lady, perhaps more 'n ye ken" Rumbleskin paused, a thoughtful look on his face "But then agai', p'raps not... I'm left to think tha' the more time passes, the more things remain th' same, yet other things move ahead apace..." stunned at his words, Rumbleskin changes tack quickly: "So, What news from Anaruoch and, if it's nae too impertinent, what brings ye this way?" |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 3, 2008 9:33:21 GMT
"Once or twice, my freind" the captain chuckled laughing at his own irony, he then looked through his telescope out to the horizon checking it out before turning back to the warrior. "Its unlikely we will run into pirates at the start of Spring. But I wouldnt put anything past those sea dogs in Luskan. You see, there arent any indpendent pirates here, just those who accept the coin and a letter of mark from Luskan. That and their wizards always try to take over the lands around Neverwinter or even threaten the Silver Marches. The politics of the North is getting more and more tense friends. I suspect we are headed for dark times indeed." spat Cathmhaol, "Gi' me a straight fight any day. Ye know where ye are wi' a sword in yer hand. Men who use words just t' tie ye in knots..." He shook his head in disgust.replied the Captain. "but without politics there'd be no adventure or intrigue I fear. Should be an easy run, the priests said the weather would be fair." "So what you be doing in the City of Splendours?" he asked with a smile "Well met Dwarf. My name is Aesha, from the sand of Anaruoch. I saw you last night but you barely said a word. Its nce to see such a freindly face, though you look out of place. My friend." She closes her eyes "Out of place indeed." Rumbleskin chuckled a bit at this "You have the right of that lady, perhaps more 'n ye ken" Rumbleskin paused, a thoughtful look on his face "But then agai', p'raps not... I'm left to think tha' the more time passes, the more things remain th' same, yet other things move ahead apace..." stunned at his words, Rumbleskin changes tack quickly: "So, What news from Anaruoch and, if it's nae too impertinent, what brings ye this way?"The cowled woman chuckled at the dwarves response. "I think there is definately an element of truth in the more things change, the more they stay the same. As for the desert? Nothing really changes there, though the Zhentarim run the Black Road and kill my people if they get in the way." she paused as if thinking "Though like most races, mine will take coin from anyone.... Selling water for gold is a common phrase amongst my people. Gold is useless in the desert, if you dont have water? No?" |
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Post by Zeric on Nov 3, 2008 11:49:20 GMT
OOC: That there's fightin' talk, Rumbleskin! Don' t let it lie! Blasphemy, I say! Blasphemy!  |
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