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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 26, 2017 6:41:03 GMT -5
(I was totally going to mess with you for mixing potions, but ejecting the poison through your mouth is pretty good. Well played Sir.)
Embros grabs Ann's attention, and tosses her a potion, "Drink it now, run to me on my signal!" He shouts. Then he pulls out a foot long wooden box that is half a foot wide, and half a food deep. "Hold Ann, hold tight." The soldier says, making staying motions with both hands, while he waits for the creature to make his final approach.
Embros waits until the last possible moment before shouting, "Vass-Real" The box explodes out, it's sides ballooning out into a full fledged ship 24 feet long, 8 feet wide; and 6 feet deep. The ship has a deck, rowing seats, five sets of oars, a steering oar, an anchor, a deck cabin, and a mast with a square sail. The ship looks like it can hold fifteen Medium creatures comfortably. Embros aimed the ship with the hill facing the Wyvern, hoping to have the thing crash and fall off the side of the plateau.
Without waiting to see the result, Embros shouts, "Now!" And sprints toward her (bonus action dash) throwing the now toddler sized Ann over his shoulder, and runs back toward the rock outcropping where the Wyvern was first spotted. Leaping the gap easily, Embros shouts, "Orellow, catch!" Before launching Ann into the crows nest.
Leaping back Embros touches the ship and says, "Inn-a-Vars" and the ship reverts back into a box. Stowing it quickly, Embros watches as the Wyvern lands back on the plateau, he curses, and makes a run for the ship. The crows nest is now too far away to leap to, and with a Wyvern on his heels Embros dives off the cliff into the salty water below.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 26, 2017 11:40:29 GMT -5
Orellow sees the Captain pull herself up to the crows nest just as Embros is setting his trap. He watches the boat balloon into existence and pushes the Wyvern off the side and readies himself as he sees Embros dashing toward him with a Mini Ann. Orellow can't help but think of how cute she looks as a halfing. His cold demeanor fades and a smile crosses his lips as Ann is tossed toward him, He bounds over the side of the crows nest. Catching the rail with one hand and Ann's wrist with the other as a rope from the captain is thrown over her head. Orellow pulls her up, letting her loop her arm around the rope and smiles at her. "Miss Reed, it seems your experience with that wyvern has left you half the fine woman I remember" Orellow says with a grin "But I'm sure we can make it work" he says with a wink before he lets her go, letting the captain lower her safely to the deck. No time for too many pleasantries though. Orellow pulls himself back up and draws his blades, ready to fight the beast head on. He smiles as crossbow bolts fly from the ship below and one Javelin sized bolt finds its mark and sends the beast screeching away from its nest. He looks down to where Embros has dove and sees other crew members fishing him up from the drink. Shouts of victory ring through the ship with everyone back on it and the beastie scared off. All's well that ends well, right? Orellow sheathes his blades climbs down to join everyone else on deck. (13+4=17 Stealth) Whilst the crew and everyone else is checking on Ann and Embros, Orellow uses the confusion to dip below deck and to retrieve his disguise kit to fix his hair.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 26, 2017 13:24:25 GMT -5
In her Halfling stature she taps into the best parts of both the curvy charasmatic performer, and the outright adorableness of a small child. She is sexy and sweet wrapped into one tiny little package. Ann smiles up at Orellow, now way up, and says, "and yet I'm still more than twice as much woman as you can handle." With a wink of her own. She adds, "What's with the hair?" But your response is cut short while you watch her as she is incrementally lowered to the deck
No dice on slipping below deck right away. When you reach the deck you're met by Catherine with a healers kit. She sets to work immediately checking your stomach where the hole used to be. She looks up at you through the massive hole in your shirt. "Where's the wound?" Once you explain about the potion, with your usual quirky repartee she rolls her eyes, and says, "I can do nothing for the poison, it will run it's course eventually. Until then, take it easy, okay? Some of us will miss you if you get yourself killed." Her eyes drift to Ann standing across the deck with the Captain.
Experience: 460
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 26, 2017 14:18:56 GMT -5
Orellow looks to Ann and smiles warmly. "Aye, I shall do my best" Orellow says and weaves passed Catherine to the lower deck. Going into his bag and retrieving a case full of dyes, make up and cloths of various size, shape and color. He dips his hands into some black gunk and brushes it through his hair till its black. Then he grabs a clear gel and slicks his hair back pulling forth a single curl over his forhead. Checking the mirrors in the case and seeing everything is in order he breathes out in relief. Back to looking like dear old Dad... Orellow always hated his natural hair. It made him stand out too much. In the forests back home or the cities his Mom liked it was always distinctive and caused him nothing but grief. He only ever showed his hair to those who wouldn't see anything anymore. It was better that those who saw the real Orellow saw him for everything he was. His Avarice and his ugly hair.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 27, 2017 6:22:48 GMT -5
It doesn't take you long to be back to your 'normal' self, dexterous hands and plenty of practice make the work breeze past. Before long you're back up on the deck, laughing and chatting with the crew. You do notice that a few of the crew are more distance than before, especially the Captain. They still hold a conversation, and do all the things society deems necessary. The Captain's hand unconsciously drops to rest on the hilt of her cutlass whenever you approach, and with others you catch little things here and there. A little girls voice whispers in your mind, 'You need to face this head on. No! Not with your blades fool. Give them a reasonable explanation for the disguise, their feeble minds will latch on to that. Any who don't can 'accidentally' fall overboard in the night.' Avarice's mocking giggle fades out as Ann's musical giggle reaches your ear. One of the crew must have said something funny while you were distracted by Avarice.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 27, 2017 13:39:30 GMT -5
Orellow sighs. He knew this might be a problem. He sets about getting the attention of the crew. He sets himself up on the rails and booms. "So! I see your all very interested in why I dye my hair!" With most of the Crew either stopped and listening or gathered around He sits down on the rail and explains. "I was a ranger in the Floral Forest and an Enforcer in the nearby city before coming to Clifton, both jobs required some semblance of stealth and my natural hair color prevented that. There were many times I had endangered my party cause of it. That aside, all who have seen my natural hair color have died. My mother and father, many rangers and fellows I worked with, all of them for one reason or another are no more" He lowers his head, taking a deep breath before continuing. "It has made me think this hair of mine is cursed. So, I dyed it, kept it hidden." He smiles at the crew. "It makes me sad to think that the lovely crew aboard this boat might die too simply because I got sloppy and was knocked into the drink. I fixed it as soon as I could to prevent that." He stands up once more. "Many strange and wonderful things happen in this world and not all can be explained. Believe me when I say I only want to this voyage to end on the best of terms" He thumps his chest with his fist as he proclaims; "I am Orellow Avnec! I seek Truths and protect the Green and..." He breathes and blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. "I have a bad temper when things I care about are taken" He looks at Ann briefly and then returns to the crew. "I am a man of my word with strange beliefs and a stranger hair color. If you will not believe my words then look to my actions" He pauses for a bit. "Ahhhh...." He hears the familiar little girls voice behind him as she comes to a realization. "So, that's why" He can feel her smile on his back. The crew look at each other for answers and they suddenly stop moving. "Yes" Orellow says. "We are surrounded by water and my dye is not proofed for that. I knew my hair color would come out and with it so would you" He looks at the girl, standing on the rail behind him. "I needed to instill faith through my actions. They should be weary but with a short reminder of the insanity I've done to protect them. They will lay this to rest" Orellow says confidently. He looks to the Captain. "She will be the biggest challenge" Orellow says and narrows his eyes. "She's firm in her beliefs, which means if she doesn't believe this, it could spell trouble" Avarice giggles behind him. "But, you have something for that too, don't you?" Orellow looks to the deck. "The final nail, this will either make or or break us" He looks back up as the world begins to move once more.
Before any conclusion can be made Orellow tosses his gear down at his feet, save for his sleeping bag which he lays down gently. "If my reasoning doesn't fit your tastes, if you truly believe I'm some Charlatan or even if your just curious what I look like in chains then please by all means. Lock me up in the Brig! Strap weights to my boots and toss me in the drink! Or why not just feed me to the next clever beastie that soars through!" He laughs throwing his hands up and spinning about. "I've dealt with my fair share of deceivers! What fairness would it be if I wasn't willing to offer myself up in a similar manner?" he stands up on the rail and crosses his arms. "So! What say you?" He looks at the crew and then to Tsunami. "Captain?" Orellow smiles softly.A simple look that says he won't blame anyone for whatever decision they make.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 28, 2017 5:15:53 GMT -5
“I’d have a word with ye, me hearty,” Tsunami says calmly to Orellow, and with Embros, too”. Then to the rest of the crew, she bellows, “Back to work, the lot of ye! Gregor, keep yer eyes skyward in case of another attack!” With orders given she approaches the now smaller, more private group containing: you, Mac, and Embros. You know she doesn't trust you, because she's not inviting you into her private quarters like she just did with the two women.
“Very pretty words, Orellow, pretty enough to perhaps cause a mutiny if the mood should so strike you,” She said cautiously. The Quartermaster Mac raises an eyebrow at that one, whether he thinks that isn't what you were going for, or whether that means he wouldn't let that happen you can't guess. You put it out of your mind as the Captain continues, “What ye say seems to make just enough sense to convince the others, and it may very well be true, but I can assure ye that I’ll not be spooked by ghost stories o’ the colour o’ yer locks. This crew do operate as a family for the most part, and no one would be more upset than I should any one of them be taken,” she says looking over her shoulder at Ann, who sat with her back against the railing some yards away, softly plucking at her lute. “But the look I saw upon yer visage was simply that of death and destruction. Black murder, in fact. No matter what happens here, I need to know that if that look should come about ye again, that ye’ll still be able to take orders, and not start given ‘em, or go rogue.” She looks at him levelly. “I’ll not have ye hijack me ship, nor me crew, and I’ll not have ye givin’ us more work of goin’ after ye should ye decide to take some matter or another into yer own hands. Ye have fought like a mighty killer whale for the last two days, and for that, I thank ye. Ye have been good to yer word so far.”
She looked briefly toward the closed door to the cabin. “However, I’d like to know how ye were privy to a private conversation that happened within me quarters, as well as what be yer intentions aboard me ship, and where does yer path lead ye?
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 28, 2017 17:21:34 GMT -5
"Mutiny?" Orellow asks with a chuckle. Seeming finding the very idea of it amusing. "Captain, I was raised in the forests and cities, I have not the first inkling about running a ship and though I'm fine with a blade, I can't lead a horse to water much less lead your crew across waters" He smiles at his own joke. But, it fades fast as he continues. "I am not a very tactful man, I prefer to face problems head on and though I have fore thought and am aware of the consequences. I have always chosen what I believed to be the best option" he states honestly as his hand unconsciously scratches his stomach through the 2 inch hole in his armor. "Explaining my circumstances to the crew is an extension of that." He says and gestures to the crew. "I seen they were weary of me and though they tried to remain friendly there was no hiding the questions in their eyes" he says simply. "I gathered their attention and put their woes at ease" He shrugs. Orellow cocks his eyebrow at calling his his curse a ghost story but doesn't press the issue. He's not about to start an argument with a sailor about superstitions. He clears his throat. "Regarding the... What did you call it? Black murder?" He asks and once she nods he continues. "Well, That is a simple matter. I've been raised to kill my fellow man since before I could walk" He looks at the captain dead in the eyes. "I have slaughtered countless men bigger than myself in the name of forest protection. Rapist, murderers, bandits and even the occasional charlatan" His features grow dark. "At 10 years old I cut the head off a little boy who wasn't much older than me because he was under the influence of a Mind Flayer" He leans closer to the captain. His eyes a dark blue abyss that shows endless turmoil. "Do you know what that does to a child?" He asks coldly and holds her gaze for a while before leaning back. His features resuming there usual bright luster. "I've learned to live with it, its part of me. A cold, dark extension of my inner most self and it only effects me" he says confidently. "In that state I become more thoughtful, I will not involve you, your crew or your boat because I work best alone" He says and then laughs. "Besides my contract with Mr. Maewyn won't allow me to wander too far from him till our job is done." He laughs and slaps the back of the stoic man. He pauses and looks out to the endless sea. "My mother always said one cannot exist as a light without casting a shadow" A soft smile crosses his lips. "She explained that this "black murder" as you call it, is my shadow while who you have seen through the voyage is my light. Living everyday as joyously as I can to make up for the lights I have snuffed out." He turns to the captain. "One day my light will be no more so I hope to brighten as many others and shine as brightly as I can before that time" He shrugs. "Take me at my word or lock me in the Brig, if you fear a mutiny I give you my word that I will make sure the crew finds peace in your choice as they always have and as I'm sure they always will".
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 29, 2017 5:21:00 GMT -5
You watch closely for the deciding moment, and so you manage to catch it when it arrives. Just a slight softening in the angle at the corner of her eyes. You've done it, you've managed to convince the Captain. “Aye, I ken the feelin’ of runnin’ a man through. I’ll not get into a quarrel with ye on numbers, but I’ve done in me share in order to keep me kin and crew safe. They be my first priority. Need I remind ye of what would happen if ye took it into yer mind to settle a dispute ye might have with one of ‘em with yer blade? Ye cannot stand as judge and executioner when it comes to me crew. That do be Mac’s job as quartermaster,” she tells him with a nod in her new husband’s direction. Drawing your attention to the man you see a slight glint of light off steel, but then it's gone and his hands don't seem to have moved, maybe it was a trick of the light.
“As long as ye can stay yer blade in that respect, ye both do be more than welcome to stay. Havin’ ye both aboard has been… eventful to say the least.” She turns her gaze on Embros and lowers her voice to a hushed conspiratorial tone, “and I dare say that Miss LeGrand would be disappointed to see the tail end of ye so soon.” Embros laughs at this, a deep rich sound quickly suppressed. She hasn’t let the amazement of the collapsing ship strike awe through her since she first saw it, but she was itching to inspect it first hand. “Embros, with yer permission, I would love for ye to show me yer vessel again. Me mind can’t wrap around how such a thing as that exists.” She looked back and forth between the men. “I know that Mac brought ye on board as a ferry to yer destination, and I know now that yer destination be the prison isle of Somerset. I think it’s time for at least one of ye to tell me exactly what or who ye be questing for. It may be that we can help each other out when we pull into port.”
Embros nods, "Whenever you like Captain." He says simply in regards to the ship. "A woman-" Orellow pipes in, "Is it not always about a woman?" Embros looks to the man, then back to the Captain, "The matron that raised the exiled Prince of Somerset is being held as leverage against the Prince. Our job is to remove that leverage against him."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 29, 2017 6:44:17 GMT -5
Orellow nods to Mac. "Well, Mr. Monsoon, I shall leave any quarries with the crew to you" He bows to him in an exaggerated manner and after his little jab Orellow will pivot on his heel and wander off.
After finding his spot in the crow's nest is occupied Orellow without much else to do will sit on the rail Ann is leaned against while she absently plucks at the strings of her lute. "I was born with it" he says answering the girl's question from earlier. "Hmm?" She asks coming out of her daze. "My hair" Orellow says, playing with the curl on his forehead. " It is my natural color. Strange as it is" He chuckles. "Neither of my parents have this hair." Ann looks at him curiously and Orellow smiles at the girl's reaction. "My father's hair was like a deep shadow and my mother's like an old oak" He explains "It made me question things growing up, but my mother had a reason, as she always did" Orellow chuckles as he looks out at seemingly nothing. "She told me, she saved a Gold Dragon while she was pregnant with me and as a reward the dragon poured his magic into me in order to ensure I was born without any problems" He pulls one of his loose hairs and licks his fingers. He then rubs his saliva damp digits across the strand and almost like magic the hair changes color, leaving black marks on Orellow's fingers. "Thus, my odd hair" He says and holds the strand in front of her.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 29, 2017 9:03:25 GMT -5
Ann's idle fingers pluck notes, accidentally matching the mood of your story as you talk. She doesn't seem to notice how it enhances your story, it's just second nature to her. She stands as your story comes to a close, leaning back on the rail beside where you stand, "You have an answer for everything Mr. Avnec." She says with mock formality, "I'm glad the Captain didn't lock you up." She looks at you then, and smiles. Her smile is warm, like when the sun shines through storm clouds. You're struck again by just how beautiful she is, and a new voice in your mind asks how far you will go to have this treasure? Wait. Not a new voice, your own voice. The one that creeps about when Avarice isn't around, but she is always near so you haven't heard this voice in a long time. Why now?
Wait, Ann has stopped playing her lute, what did you miss? You start paying closer attention, shutting out the voices and see that Ann is wrinkling up her nose at your moist orange-yellow strand, "I think I prefer the black." She says as she reaches up and gives your little curl a quick tug. Behind her you see the Mac, the Captain, Catherine, and a few other crew members watching Embros demonstrate how the Folding Boat works.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 29, 2017 15:27:21 GMT -5
"Not everything, Miss Reed" Orellow says with a soft smile. I do not know what drew me to you. Nor why I want so badly to add you to my hoard. "I'm very glad I wasn't locked up as well, I'd miss watching you walk about with the breeze in your hair" He says flashing his most charming smile.
Orellow winces a bit in mock pain as she pulls on his curl. "As do I" He laughs and lets the strand the go to the wind. But the strand stops in mid flight and Orellow sighs. Looking about the world and seeing its once again stopped. "Hello, my old friend" Orellow greets the yet unseen entity. "Hello" His voices comes back at him and he leans back seeming like he's going off the rail only to be stopped by a scaled wall. Orellow looks at the scales and follows them, they bend and curve until the form of a great orange-yellow dragon is before him, seeming to take up most of the ship. The beast smirks "You never answered my question" Orellow rolls his eyes. "As I said to Ann, I do not have an answer for everything" he says. The dragon cocks his head. "Ann, is it?" he aks. "Miss Reed" Orellow corrects. "Now begone" he says as a mock command giving the great beast a shove. "I am enjoying myself for once and do not need you sinking the ship" The dragon hums in consideration and looks at Orellow in the eyes. "Not all treasure is jewels and gold" He says and blinks. Orellow watches the strand drift off into the great sea and turns back to Ann. Noticing the others behind her, he stands and nods toward them. "Did you want to see how the boat that saved your life worked?" He asks motioning to them "Or..." He steps closer and smiles "Would you like to find somewhere more private to discuss Hag slaying strategies?" He asks playfully as less of an invite to mess around and more of the two of them going off to spend time together.
Not Everything That Glitters Is Gold.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 29, 2017 19:55:33 GMT -5
She laughs, another musical chiming, and steps up to the rail between your feet where you stand. She puts both hands firmly on your knees and whispers, "I'm tempted to push you in right now." She applies just enough pressure to show that she could have outright shoved you off the rail. Then she pivots, and giggles as she joins the others to see the ship Embros keeps in his pack. After the demonstration she seeks you out, chatting casually about this or that. Nothing overly serious, but all of it is pleasant. She steers the conversation away from violence or your past, seeming to prefer to keep things light. After some amount of time, you try to speak, but your jaws crack with a massive yawn. You realize that the pair of you have been talking for hours. It's fully dark now, and the night crew are at their posts. She seems to notice at the same time, and bids you a good night. She gives you a peck on the cheek, and a warm smile before heading below deck to her bunk.
You stand stretching, and see an angry little girl tapping her toe with impatience...
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 30, 2017 1:32:14 GMT -5
Orellwo resists the urge to "fall" over the side after she applies force and instead just smiles back at her. He watches her go to watch the demonstration. As much as he hates to see her leave, he loves to watch her go. Having no interest in magic boats Orellow unfastens his armor, removing the chest piece (but keeping on his shirt and sets about fixing the hole. He also thinks about looking into reinforcing his armor considering it hasn't done much against the wyverns. When Ann rejoins Orellow, he happily talks with her about the Floral Forest and the Fey enchanted flowers that grow there. All the strange and wonderful creatures he's seen and lots of fluffy happy things that don't involve death. Afterwards he bids her a sweet rest. Teasing her not to stay up too late missing him and does one last check around the ship.
Orellow walks passed the girl as she glares angrily. "Whats the matter? Jealous?" He teases. He doesn't let her answer. "Let me guess; your letting her distract you. You need to focus on the job. We can't screw up with the Prince" he asks mocking her tone as he looks back at her "Well, I'm not. I am and I won't" he answers himself flatly. "The job is on a separate island as long as my gear is in shape, I'll be no more focused on the job with her than without her" He states simply. "This vessel will go their way and we will go ours. Embros has already said he and I will infiltrate the compound while the Captain and her crew do what they wanted." he continues. "And given the captain's personality I would say its safe to assume she will not rush in and endanger everyone here. Plus the rest have proven themselves capable. Miss Reed will be safe and I can focus on task" He looks down at the girl. "Simple as that" he smiles and continues on his patrol. He sighs and rolls his eyes. "Honestly, you never used to..." Orellow pauses. Used to? Wait... How long had Avarice been with him?
A sharp pain suddenly grips Orellow's mind. Almost as if someone had taken a rapier to his mind and was twisting it back and forth. Orellow is forced to his knees from the pain and strains to keep conscious. The world around him becomes distorted and blurred and then suddenly it ends. Leaving nothing but a phantom of the pain that once was. He looks turns around to where Avarice stood. She's gone. He doesn't feel her presence... Did the pain do it? Was it the Dragon? If it was her she'd be gloating or at least making herself known... Orellow sighs and gets to his feet. He swiftly does his last patrol and heads below deck, finding his hammock and laying himself up in it. He stares out, deep in thought. He doesn't like it. That pain wasn't natural. Was it a Mind Flayer? Was there something else in his head? Maybe its from the Wyvern venom? He'll get checked out tomorrow. Right now he needs rest. He'd much rather a nightmare than whatever that was...
3rd Nightmare. DC 12 WIS Save. Roll: 2+4=6. Fail. Level 1 Exhaustion attained. Orellow found his breath short and his steps heavy as he ran through the forest. Grabbing branches and pushing them out of the way, tearing through shrubs. He felt a sudden jerk at his shoulder and tore away from the thorns that held him. Tossing himself through the brush, sending his small body down the hill he didn't know about, the light from the sun piercing through the branches above and blinded him and the world around him turned and twisted as we tumbled down the hill, he felt a rock hit his back and he was sent up a little ways before coming crashing back down onto the forest floor. His breath knocked out of him, the world still spinning he struggled to get air into his lungs when he noticed a figure looming over him, blocking the light above. He scrambled to his feet only to stumble back and fall over once more. "Who are you? Identify yourself!" He ordered. The world settled back to normal and before him stood a boy in leather armor with two daggers on his waist and hair that was like rotten honey that stuck out in every direction at once. "I'm Orellow Greenwalk! Justice of the Floral Forest!" The boy before him proclaimed loudly, putting his hands on his hips, throwing his head back and laughing. He suddenly stopped and looked at the other boy curiously "Who're you?" He asked. The boy got to his feet and brushed off the leaves and branches that were stuck to him. "I am Upbraid. Brian Upbraid" He answered cautiously. The strange boy suddenly has a grin that looks like it should've split his face as he grabs Brian's arms and pulls him along. "Perfect! Now we ain't stranger's no more" Orellow booms and drags the boy along. Brian wondered who this strange boy was. Why he seemed so content to just to spend time with him and wondered what was wrong with his hair. But those thoughts soon faded as Orellow had one selfish request after another. Mock sword battles with sticks, catching fish with their bare hands in the river, playing hide and seek. Before Brian could figure anything, Orellow was pushing him to the next "super secret spot" or "Ting you jus gotta see". For hours and hours Brian reluctantly went along with him until he suddenly realized; he was not reluctant. He was having fun! Playing in the sunlight, listening to this boy drone on and on about what it means to be a Ranger and bragging that he will one day have all the gold in the world and have the best healers to pay off some debt and make sure he never gets sick again. Having the biggest house where his mom will make him pancakes everyday. It was all so absurd to Brian but to Orellow it seemed like just a stone's throw away. It was dusk before Brian could even comprehend that time was a thing and Orellow was sat up on a boar that had charged on them. Orellow quickly knocked the beast out and was standing atop its body, laughing and boasting that he had defeated this mighty beast and its hoard was now his. Brian felt the need to point out that Boar's wouldn't have a hoard but it seemed like the weird kid was having fun. Why not let him have his way?Brian looked to Orellow's face and it was suddenly dead serious. The most serious his face had been the whole time. "Sumtin' ain't right" Orellow says and hops down from the boar, grabbing Brian and jumping through the wood with the exhausted boy in tow. They came to some big bushes when Orellow suddenly stopped. "What is-" Brian began but Orellow shushed him and dove in under the bush. Brian joined him and saw on the other side was a clearing where a Tall man stood, dressed much like Orellow but he carried a sword and shield and had hair that was like a polished jet, slicked back, save for a curl on his forehead. "Who is-" Brian began again but was shushed again as Orellow pointed to the other side where another humanoid figure stood, this one wore purple robe and had a large bulbous head with 4 tentacles sticking out of its grey face. Brian froze. "Dis ain't part of our deal ya tentacle-faced freak" The man boomed with a smile, pointing his sword at the creature. "You stay outta da forest and I don't cut yer head off." He stated and readied himself for battle. "For a fat headed critter who claims to be smarter than humans, yer pretty dumb" The man says aloud. The creature raises its hands in defense. "Now now, I'm not touching your precious flowers, I'm just here to collect whats mine" The creature says and points to the bush where the boys are hiding. Brian jumps slightly and goes to wiggle back but sees Orellow bounce out of the bushes and hollers; "I ain't belonging to you, ya freak!". The creature crooks its fingers and Orellow cocks his head. Suddenly he feels something cold on his neck and looks down to see his own dagger being held to his throat by Brian. He looks to his friend but finds only a vacant expression, As he pushes Orellow toward his Mind Flayer master. "No!" Brian screams internally as he watches everything unfold. he can't control his body. He can only watch helplessly as the Mind Flayer beckons them closer. "Why you sneaky-" Orellow's father starts. "I did nothing" The mind flayer says defensively. "Honestly the boy escaped by accident but him befriending your boy is just too perfect a chance to pass up" The creature laughs. "Now them toss aside your weapons! The Forest is mine and you will become my next meal or your boy get it" The creature taunts. "Kill me, Orellow!" The boy pleads and screams. "It'll eat you both! Please!" The boy's eyes begin to tear up but his face remains vacant. Brian strains against his mental bonds and screams at the top of his lungs. The words come out as something less than a Whisper; "Kill me". Orellow looks at his friend. His face vacant but tears streaming down his face. Orellow cringes and grabs Brains hand, ripping the dagger free and pulling out his second one to turn on his heel and run them both across Brian's neck. Brian's watches the world turn to slow motion as his head falls from his shoulders. A teary eyed Orellow with a giant frown. His Father roaring in anger and closing the gap to stab the tentacled beast as it watches its victory over the pitiful humans be ripped from his grasp. The world fades to black for Brian but for Orellow; he had just cut the head off the only friend he would ever have...
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 30, 2017 20:06:06 GMT -5
Soaked in sweat, and panting in your bunk. Your body thrashing against sleep, trying desperately to wake before you have to relive that horrible moment so long ago. You struggle and fight, but sleep clings like a wet cloak in a river until your senses pickup a foot fall near your body. You subconscious mind snaps awake while your body slumbers. 'Wake damn you, wake! Avarice, you've proven your point! Let me wake! you scream inside your own head, but to no avail, consciousness evades you like smoke on the wind. You feel a small female hand on your chest, and the scent of freshly washed hair fills your nose. They're close now, "I've got you now, Orellow." You hear, whispered very close to your ear. Alarms clatter in your mind, why won't you wake up? Nobody can get this close while you're helplessly asleep. The hand on your chest slides upward, toward your throat, and finally you manage push through the mists of sleep to snap awake. Now to stop that hand from reaching your throat...
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 30, 2017 20:19:32 GMT -5
Orellow grabs the hand and pulls it upward,knocking his attacker off balance and then slams his other arm on the side of his hammock, knocking them both off. Orellow tries to land on his feet but the entanglment of limbs keeps him from getting free. He lands ontop of his attacker and reaches over them to his backpack where his shortsword rests. He hauls it from the scabbard and winds back to stike at the attacker. (Attack roll: 4+6=10. 3+4=7 damage).
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 30, 2017 20:39:26 GMT -5
Your blade slams home, and you feel the brief resistance of flesh, and the solid thunk of bone. Your aim was spot on, and as Embros lights his lantern and casts it's light across the scene. You see your blade sticking straight up, right through Ann's delicate neck. A look of complete shock and utter horror crosses her face. Her mouth moves, but she is unable to speak with her windpipe severed by your blade. Her lips are all to easy to read however, a single word, "Why." The light fades from her eyes, giving her the look of a beautiful doll surrounded by a growing halo of bright red blood.
Abruptly you're hauled backward off of Ann, sent sprawling on your back. Embros stands over you, and for once he isn't stone faced. He looks downright angry. He points his rapier at your chest, "What have you done?" He steps in to drive the blade through your heart. You hear the click of metal touching the one of the studs of your armour as you come awake. Not the click a rapier would make as it pierces your chest, but the click a ring would make as it brushed against one of the studs of your armour. You sense a presence, and someone has their hand on your chest above your heart, moving toward your throat. Has someone snuck up on you while you slept for real this time? The smell of freshly washed hair fills your nostrils, and you hear a whisper too close to your ear, "I've got you now, Orellow." This time instead of filling you with dread, you find a infinitesimally small shred of comfort in it. The voice continues, "You're safe, Orellow. I've got you now, Orellow." You finally recognize the voice as Ann's voice.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 1, 2017 0:30:55 GMT -5
Orellow breathing steadies and he groans off the stiffness caused by his sleep. He takes in a deep breath, letting the smell of her hair fill him as he holds it until he breathes out. He adjusts himself on his hammock and pinches his cheek to confirm weather or not he's still in a dream. Once hes sure of his situation he breathes once more. "And now that you have got me, what do you plan to do with me?" Orellow asks and opens one of his eyes to see his "attacker".
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 1, 2017 6:01:04 GMT -5
When your eye peels open it your vision feels thick, and it takes a couple blinks to bring Ann's concerned face into focus. She stands beside your bunk, with one hand on your chest and the other stroking the hair above your ear, "You were thrashing like you were on fire." She whispers, glancing at Embros' sleeping form. Looking back at you, she whispers, "You kept whispering 'what have I done' over and over again." She puts her hand on your cheek, and locks eyes with you, her face close to yours. Her hand feels cool compared to the heat your sweat soaked skin, but the contact fills you with warmth regardless, "Do you want to talk about the demons haunting your dreams?" From this close you can smell mint leaves on her breath.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 1, 2017 6:21:51 GMT -5
Orellow pulls himself up on his hammock to sit up and look at Ann. "When I was a boy..." Orellow began, his voice a soft whisper so as not to disturb anyone else. "I killed my only friend" He swallows hard before continuing. "His name was Brian, he was an escapee from a Mind Flayer farm." He pauses to let that sink in. "See Mind Flyer's, as their name suggests, eat brains. But brains don't exactly grow on tress so they cultivate races with brains and eat them when they're ripe. Like a demented orchard farmer" He shudders. "For me, I was alone. Dad was always out on patrol and Mom had gone to repay a debt so when I found a boy my age in the woods, I was so happy" tears well up in Orellow's eyes. "I introduced myself and just grabbed him, dragged him around and did everything I wanted to do" He sniffles, repressing his crying. "I never once asked him what he wanted" His voice cracks and Orellow stops for a while to calm himself before continuing. "The Mind Flayer came looking for him and then used him to to threaten my father with me" He looks off distantly, recalling the memory without even trying. "My Pops always said once they're in there" He says, his voice cracking and as he taps his head. "There's no out" His voice breaks. "I know..." Orellow sobs. "I did what was right but he was..." Orellow breaks off, burying his head in his hands. Holding back his sobs with everything he has. He remember's Brian's face as his head flew off his shoulders. It was smiling. Though his Father told him he imagined it. He always remembered that so clearly and it made him hate what he did all the more.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 1, 2017 16:10:12 GMT -5
Ann continues stroking the hair above your ear while she listens to your narrative. The story is so sad, that even if you were only watching Ann's face and not able to hear the story you might gather the feel of it. Tears openly run down her cheeks, which she makes no attempt to wipe away, "You did what you had to do, but still..." She chokes off, not really knowing how to finish, "That is the saddest story I have ever heard, I'm so sorry that you had to experience that at such a young age." You're distracted by Embros for a moment, he hasn't moved, or changed his breathing or anything. In fact he has shown no indication that he is awake at all, but somehow you know that he heard your tale as well. Or maybe you're just being paranoid. You're attention is drawn back to Ann, as she presses you backward into your hammock. You start to protest, not only because you don't want to go back to the nightmares that will be waiting for you, but because you've had enough sleep and you know laying down won't bring you any more rest today. You start to protest, but stop when you realize that Ann is climbing in with you. The warmth of her body, and the press of her curves covers the length of you - at least to your chest. She puts her head above your heart, and snuggles somehow closer to you. As far as comforting goes, Ann really knows what she's doing.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 1, 2017 17:39:44 GMT -5
Orellow pulls away from Ann briefly and unbuckles the chest piece of his armor, he doesn't imagine the studs feel all that nice, he then settles back down into his hammock, curling his arm around Ann and brushing his fingers through her hair. Its almost therapeutic, like the night he spent with his Father after what happened. It was the first night he'd spent home in a long time. It was nice... Not as nice as being curled up with Ann, but it certainly made that night bearable. Just as this night became bearable after reliving it. Orellow was confident in the fact that he wouldn't sleep anymore tonight so he remembered this moment with Ann. Etched into the walls of his mind. The smell of her hair and breath. The warmth and softness of her body against his. The sight of her so close to his heart. Every sound she made and even the taste of the air in her presence. He carved it all till it was a beautiful memory he could look back to forever for some sliver of comfort in this messed up world. Avarice would probably twist it into his latest nightmare, but that did't matter. None of it did. Not the gold in the goblin's cave. The debt to Vecna. His job for the Prince. Not the deaths he's caused or the troubles he's endured. Not a single thing for him existed outside of this hammock... It was okay, right? He could have this? This one moment. He was allowed, wasn't he? ...Brian?
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 1, 2017 18:43:49 GMT -5
You etch this memory into your very being, forever making this moment a part of you. Every detail from the big ones like the slight predawn light creeping in the porthole, the sound of the waves crashing against the hull, and the swaying feel of the movement of the ship itself. To the small, like the sight of a beautiful woman pressing herself against your body, the tip of her nose peeking out behind her hair, her contented smile, her breathing expanding her chest, and her corset pushing up her breast, the way her skirt has ridden to mid thigh on the leg she crossed over you protectively. You draw every colour on the walls of your mind, every scent remembered, every motion and feeling all locked away forever.
You realize when you hear Embros getting ready for his morning routine that you actually dozed off. It couldn't have been long based on the light coming in the port hole, but you slept. Ann stirs as well, looking at Embros Embarrassed. For his part Embros just nods, his expression as unreadable as ever before heading up to the deck. Once he leaves, Ann slips out of your bunk and leans in to kiss you on the cheek, "Take care of yourself Orellow, I could get used to sleeping like that." She stands there smiling at you for a few seconds before heading back to her own quarters, and leaving you with you thoughts.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 1, 2017 19:20:41 GMT -5
Orellow smiles back at her. "Well, you are certainly more than welcome" He pauses. "For my part..." Orellow says, his cheeks a little red as he scratches his temple. "I fear I may have become addicted" He smiles a little sheepishly before seeing her off. Once she's out of his sight Orellow stands up and stretches, feeling the various pops and cracks of his body before retrieving his chest piece, grabbing his weapons and starting his patrol. Orellow's mind felt refreshed. His body still insisting on its exhaustion, it made his usual climbing movements a little stiff, sometimes a yawn would occur when he tried to grab a rope making him miss it. It made his normal movements somewhat more dangerous. So, he decided it would be best to avoid his usual acrobatics for today.... He quickly grew bored. Without the rush of his blood pumping as he back flipped off of the crows nest onto the mast what would he do? He needed someway to get the blood flowing and pump himself up for his work. But how? Then, he saw Embros doing his usual morning training and this made Orellow smirk. "Mr. Maewyn" He sings out as he closes the distance between them, drawing his sword and doning his shield as he approaches the man. "What say you to a sparring match?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 2, 2017 13:05:49 GMT -5
Embros pivots on his heels smoothly bringing his sword up when he hears his name get called, "Mr. Mountainhammer, can you count the hits taken in the next minute?" Gregor laughs, "Sure Embros." Then he moves to the side of where the two of you will clash so he has a good view of the action. The fight starts as most duels do, with the pair of you taking quick probing shots at one another. Trying a few strategies, thrust, parry, reposte. Basic stuff to feel out your opponent. Before long however, you're both hacking and slashing across the entire deck. Dodging and weaving between each other's blows. One thing becomes clear to you while fighting Embros, he moves as gracefully as a snake, almost like he's dancing, deflecting blows and spinning into attacks fluidly with little wasted effort. He certainly isn't trying to overpower you, in fact you both fight with remarkably similar styles. Gregor whistles, and you both stagger back panting for breath. Embros stands stock still with his hands on his knees, his chest heaving with the exertion of the duel. Gregor steps forward, "Four hits each. No victor, tie match!" A cheer goes up from the gathered crew. Even the Captain is nodding with approval. She steps forward, and points at where Embros got his blade stuck in the ships rail, "You're going to have to pay for that you know." She says it with a smirk as if she's joking, but for some reason you don't think that she is. "I will cover it Captain." Embros replies, resigned.
With the duel completed, the crew breaks into small groups and you see coins exchanged. Must be to return wagers because there was no winner. The exception is Mac, he is handed a fair number of coins from several of the crew. He looks at the Captain and smiles, “I knew they were evenly matched. At least as long as Orellow is fighting with sword and board.” With a flick of his wrist too quick to see, the coins vanish into hidden pockets.
The rest of the trip goes uneventfully, good weather and excellent seas make for an easy voyage once you get clear of the Wyvern Straight. Now that the crew has learned the tricks to sailing through the Wyvern territories, you think this area could be used to evade pursuit. One morning Embros gathers all his belongings instead of just his training gear, when you question it, he says, "We should arrive at the prison island tonight. I want to be ready." When you get topside you see Embros has piled all his stuff neatly by the mast. In a few short hours you and Embros will break off from the rest, and scale the cliffs on one side of the island. While you climb, the rest of the crew will circle around to either the beach, or the prison docks depending on what the Captain thinks is best. Later that afternoon Mac gathers the crew, and everybody looks to the Captain for final orders before you enter the hostile waters surrounding the prison.
Rolls for entire duel: Init: Embros 12, Orellow 17
Orellow: 13 Miss, Embros: 20, 10 damage Orellow: 9 Miss, Embros: 7 Miss Orellow: 11 Miss, Embros: 6 Nat 1 Miss Orellow: 26 Nat 20, 10 damage, Embros: 22, 10 damage Orellow: 9 Miss, Embros: 19, 11 damage (Orellow would have dropped from damage here) Orellow: 14 Miss, Embros: 16 Miss Orellow: 25, 10 damage, Embros: 16 Miss (Embros would have dropped from damage here) Orellow: 12 Miss, Embros: 15 Miss Orellow: 20, 5 damage, Embros: 23, 11 damage Orellow: 16, 6 damage, Embros: 12 Miss
4 hits each, the duel is a tie.
Note: We were playing for number of hits in 11 rounds, damage was rolled just for fun.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 3, 2017 3:42:35 GMT -5
Orellow heaves a breath as he tumbles onto his back, laying flat against the deck as he tries to even his breathing. He hasn't had a duel like that in so long. He smiles and raises his arm with a thumbs up. "Well done, Mr. Maewyn" Orellow says and sucks in a breath. "Well done..." He laughs as much as his shortened breath will allow him before letting himself rest. Soon after he gets to his feet, brushes himself off once more and goes about his day.
4th Nightmare DC 12. Rolled; 11+4=15. Pass. Orellow grinned like a demon atop his throne. He looked forward at the gargantuan space that contained his massive hoard. Gold, gems, and magic items as far as the eye could see and even beyond that. He looked to his right and saw a table of solid platinum with endless gourmet meals and the finest liquors upon it. To his left, a bed with the finest silk sheets. Big enough that it would make a King green with envy. Upon those sheets; the most beautiful women from different races and countries only wearing the finest and most suggestive garments. This was it. The perfect kingdom where he could indulge in his greedy desires to his hearts content. He turned his head right and left again. A new feast on his table, more women in his bed. His treasure grew more and more all the time. He hopped off his throne and picked up a potion, downing it in an instant. The magical liquid coursed through him and made him grow to giant size as he lumbered to his table of food. He beckoned a giant red skinned girl with hair like flames to join him at the table. Once there, he grabbed a haunch of beef and and tasted freely of its succulent meat. As soon as his girl of choice came over he grabbed her and threw her on the table, she squeaked in pleasure and presented herself to him. Orellow readied to take his prize when he noticed movement from behind his throne out of the corner of his eye. Must be more treasure, he thought. Then it happened again and again. He saw it more clearly every time it happened. A little hand? He wandered over and peeked behind his throne. It was a child. A little baby with blue eyes like his and a musical giggle like Ann's. He looked to his bed and seen Ann was absent from it. Had she died in child birth? Orellow looked back down and seen the child was gone. He looked about and saw the infant his hoard, it grabbed a gem and ate it? What? And then again. And again. It took up gems and gold and swallowed them. Orellow laughed as he approached the child. "Okay thats-" He began but quickly grew concerned as the baby got bigger and bigger the more it ate. In a matter of seconds it was shoveling the treasures into its mouth and was bigger than him. This wasn't his child. It was a monster, he reaches for his blades but found them gone. He looked about and seen Ann holding his sleeping bag and waving her finger at him. "Now, now, Orellow" She said simply and then told all of Orellow's women to get lost. Orellow goes to stop them but before he can he hears another musical giggle and sees another child scarfing down all his food! Orellow tries to stop the child but he's grabbed by the gargantuan baby and pulled to its face. The second child and Ann giggle as Orellow is thrown, screaming into the giant baby's maw.
Orellow opens his eyes and stares up at the deck above. He sighs heavily. Really? After making him relive his worst childhood memory Avarice follows it up with that? Orellow wonders if Avarice is aware that if he has a harem of women he's bound to have far more than just 2 children to feed and take care of. He pauses for a moment. Wait... Children with Ann. That would mean she was his wife. He thinks about that for a nice long while. Imagining that bright beautiful face as the first thing he sees every morning and listening to her musical voice as she sang their children to sleep. He smiled at that thought. It seemed nice. Almost as nice as his infinite hoard... That day each and every time he saw Ann he'd think back to having a family with her and smile. It was a good thought.
5th Nightmare. DC 12. Roll:19+4=23. Pass Orellow shot up from his hammock and looked around hastily. He saw the deck above, Embros beside him and felt the sway of the waves against the ship. He laid back down and looked up at the deck, deep in thought. Avarice definitely stepped it up this time, it was so scary how... He paused. Wait. What had frightened him? He was with an adventuring party, they beat a dragon and Orellow snapped after they found the hoard. He killed them and.... What was it? He felt like there was something scary there but he couldn't place it. Some big reveal that made him feel bad and regret being such a greedy person... Hmm... Orellow hopped from his hammock. No sense in trying to figure it out, probably wasn't that big a deal if he can't remember. He goes about his day as he normally does.
Orellow spends the rest of the voyage as he had been since its start. Going on patrol, watching from the Crow's nest, keeping his gear in check and closing the distance between him and Ann. He'll spend the days talking with her about everything under the sun and every night offering for her to join him in his bunk so that she can "get used to sleeping with him". Also horrible puns and innuendos galore!
Orellow has all his stuff packed and ready to go at a moments notice. Matter of fact, he never unpacked his stuff. He always had the one backpack and always kept it close or at least in his designated area. When everyone gathers on the deck to hear the captain's descion, Orellow has his backpack in tow and is ready to go in a moments notice (assuming that moment is shortly after he bids a fond farewell to Ann).
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 4, 2017 5:32:46 GMT -5
You spent quite a bit of time with Ann, chatting and getting to know one another. The Captain even helps by changing some duties and watches around so you're both on the same shift or working the same part of the ship at the same time. You guys talk about everything (mostly), your hopes and dreams, and even your nightmares. You leave out some of the details when Avarice takes over, and you don't mention that you sometimes see and hear things that other people can't. That never went well before. Ann laughs at your horrible puns most of the time, groaning at the rest. Turns out that Ann is even better at innuendos than you are. She is well read and intelligent, and she seems to have a way with words that goes far beyond what the Floral Forest could instill into you. Regardless of what is implied by the innuendo, Ann doesn't join you in your hammock again. You do watch the sunset each night, with Ann standing in front of you wrapped in your arms. Now and again you manage to sneak a kiss or two, or sometimes Ann manages to steal one from you. All in all things are moving along nicely with Ann.
While Ann is below deck, you catch sight of a little girl you haven't heard from in a while. Avarice is peeking through the door to the Captains quarters, where Mac and the Captain are currently discussing strategy. She turns to you, and says, "They're almost done." She looks down at the deck, "I hope that little whore doesn't distract you from your mission." Somehow you know that if the deck wasn't there, Avarice would be looking right at Ann.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 5, 2017 8:12:39 GMT -5
Orellow shrugs as the world comes to a standstill and he moves toward the little girl. "She has not so far" He says confidently. He then grabs the little girl by the collar and throws her over his shoulder. "Now come away. Time does not move right when you are about and I do not want to be sitting here for eternity listening to your jealous prattle when there is work to be done" Orellow says as he walks back to his stop. "But, I wanna see~" Avarice whines. Orellow sighs and walks back to the door throwing it open. On the inside is an empty room with windows on the far end looking out the back of the ship. "Now you see" He says as he pulls the girls off his shoulder and sets her down in the doorway. "You see what I have seen" Orellow says simply and continues. "I have not seen inside this room but I know the windows are there and have been on this ship long enough to know its basic size and what it would be made of". Orellow waves his hand and the room fills up with a map table, comfy bed, desk and shelves with books. What you might expect the room of a captain to look like. "This is how it probably looks" Orellow says and he waves his hand again and the room looks like the inside of a creature's gaping maw. He waves it again and it becomes a primitive cave. "This room is unknown so my imagination can fill it in" Orellow explains. "For example..." He says with a smirk and wave his hand. The room becoming like what you'd expect the captain's quarter's to look like again except the comfy bed in it has a large lump that moves up and down at a quickened pace. "Ahh! No!!" Avarice exclaims in disgust, shielding her eyes. "I get it! I get it!" She growls and storms away. Orellow just smiles and laughs as he closes the door.
Orellow raises his head and looks out over the deck. He's right back where he was before Avarice had showed up. He looks to the captain's quarters, expectantly. No matter what she decides in that little room it doesn't change Orellow's job; winning the prince's favor. If Embros or that self righteous captain get in the way of that then Orellow will simply save the woman on his own. Once presented to Bogomil or if Vecna willing, the prince himself this will surely cement his faith in Orellow. Dealing with the other two theive's guilds will be child's play. Once they're gone the Fingers will take over. Orellow will single handed secure the Duchess for the Prince and serve Clifton to the Fingers. Securing his hoard and wiping out his debt in one fell swoop. Prison security and a few dead thieves are all that stands in the way between Orellow and a nice mansion in Somerset to kick up his boots and maybe settle down with Ann... And a few other choice wives. Maybe... Orellow snaps from his thoughts as the Captain comes out of her room.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 7, 2017 11:19:05 GMT -5
Mac exits the cabin first, stepping to the side to allow the Captain to pass. Falling in behind her as she gathers up the crew. Once gathered she addresses the crew, “We ‘ave worked out a plan.” She gestures to Mac, “Mac will explain, and figure out the assignments. Mac nods, stepping forward, "The prison is a fortress, but it's designed to keep people in rather than keep them out.” Mac starts to walk as he talks, “The docks are where the Navy keeps their ships, where the prisoners are transferred to and from, and where the island gets resupplied. We’re going to avoid that area." He gestures stabbing a crewman in the stomach, and the crewman collapses over dramatically, “Too many Navy men.” He smiles his wolffish grin, "instead we will send in a small party to take out their guards at the beach.” He points in the general direction of the beach, “While a couple men slip into the prison to free the prisoners.” He stops walking, conveniently standing between Orellow and Embros. “With the beach secured, we have a foothold on the island to strike from if things go south. If all goes according to plan, the Navy won’t even know we’ve attacked until we’re gone.”
Catherine immediately volunteers, almost too eagerly. On the tails of that, Gregor’s deep voice intones that he will go too. Mac nods to Catherine, “Take only what you need. We travel light.” He gestures to one side by the Captain, stepping up to Gregor he places his hand on the man’s chest. “You are brave without doubt, but stealth is beyond you my friend. Besides, I want you here to deter the Navy from boarding my ship.” Mac gestures to Toby Hawkins, “Get in line me boy, this mission is right up your alley.”
Before long everything is set, and the landing party climbs aboard a ships boat. They heas toward the steep cliffs. Using long poles to keep the ship from being dashed apart on the sharp rocks, Toby scurries of the rock face as if it were flat ground, a rope trailing behind him for the rest. He crests the top of the cliff, and after a few seconds waves down to the rest of you.
Mac and the rest scale the rocks easily enough with a rope to brace against. Once the lot of you reach the top, you see that the majority of the island is scrub land, with plenty of bushes and small trees. The prison is silhouetted against the skyline. Embros nods to the Captain and shoulders his pack, he glances at you and moves off toward the prison.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 7, 2017 23:07:15 GMT -5
After a fond farewell to Ann (And a few stolen kisses) Orellow is swiftly up the rope and on Embros' heels. After Orellow enters the trees, something about him changes; a green energy seems to imitate from him for a moment and he disappears into the green, moving remarkably stealthily for his speed. After a moment he has returned and can tell how many guards have passed through these woods, how long ago they passed and even their size as well as any dangerous creatures that call this forest home (18+8=26 Survival. Proficiency is doubled in my favored terrain). You also note that shrubs and thorns that would've impeded your travel almost seem to bend out of the way as you move with Orellow through the woods and though you travel at the same pace, Orellow's steps seem to make no noise and his green and brown clothes that stuck out on the ship make him difficult to track when he leaves your sight line. His smile is brighter and he seems almost at peace here and though you sensed no tension on him during the voyage he seems truly in his element here.
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