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Post by Dungeon Master on Apr 30, 2018 5:53:39 GMT -8
After a couple of days of preparation, the team has made themselves at home on board the Black Fire, on their sailing back to the ports to release the prisoners (if the players use the ship a lot, I will eventually set up its own category). The ship seems to sail fine, with no issues. Jack's handy commands as captain anticipate all the little issues that arise.
Rabbit settles comfortably on the aft deck beside the aft mast and captain's station. She pulls out a book and begins a bit of relaxation, occasionally watching the crew on deck go about their business.
RABBIT
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Post by Reggie on Apr 30, 2018 16:09:31 GMT -8
Glorion looks considerably out of sorts in common sailor's clothes as he unsteadily navigates the deck, legs wobbling as the ship rocks on the relatively gentle swells. He passes through the newly-hired sailors, attempting to pass along words of good cheer and blessings. Ultimately his appearance seems to be better for morale than anything, the high-elf landlubber who looks like he might hurl at any moment. Unexpectedly he lurches to one side of the deck and almost goes overboard with his lunch. A resounding cheer goes up from the main deck as a few of the nearby deckhands rush over to keep him from going totally over the side.
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Post by wolsey on Apr 30, 2018 17:56:56 GMT -8
Luke looks on with amusement. He keeps his amused smile to himself, though. He doesn't have any spells for sea sickness, and hopes the poor elf get's his sea legs sooner than later.
He spends his days looking after the children and trying to figure out which ports each the children go to. The children from the Warrens he knows, and he assures them he talked to their parents, and that they are waiting for them to come home.
He does his best to give Sekhment's blessings to the poor and wretched that were forced into the ship.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Apr 30, 2018 18:53:52 GMT -8
Rabbit watches the high elf as he meanders across the deck, a small look of concern, especially with the hurling. She almost gets up to give a hand but watches the crew race to the elf and settles back down. A grimace of empathy crosses her face at the almost loss of Glorion. She then opens a journal, watching the interactions she begins sketching quickly
RABBIT
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Post by Reggie on Apr 30, 2018 20:10:45 GMT -8
Glorion hauls himself back from the edge with the help of the crew, several clapping him on the back as they wipe unexpected tears of mirth from their eyes. He leans unsteadily up against the railing and surveys the freed prisoners, grinning in spite of his queasiness. This was the first time travelling by such a means, and the Paladin was not sure he enjoyed the experience. However, seeing the downtrodden commoners who had so very recently been on the verge of death, slavery, and other unspeakable terrors so quickly recovering was reward enough for him to stomach the rolling of the deck. Glorion makes his way unsteadily to one of the water barrels and takes a small cup of water to his lips as he plops to the ground in an uncharacteristically undignified manner. He grunts in discomfort and closes his eyes, sinking back against the barrel. A few moments later he begins softly singing an old Elven melody: "An Elven-maid there was of old, A shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, Her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Arborlon the fair."
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Post by Keyleth on May 1, 2018 6:13:11 GMT -8
Key comes up from the decks below with an apron over her cloths obviously having just finished cooking. She pauses for a moment listening to Glorian. She has a soft almost sad expression on her face as she listens to him sing.
“That’s beautiful Glorian. You have a lovely voice. It reminds me of home.”
She looks around to see who else might be on deck, then speaks to everyone when she says: “There is food prepared down in the galley if anyone is hungry.”
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Post by Reggie on May 3, 2018 9:47:25 GMT -8
Glorion grimaces at the mention of food, his stomach growling loudly in spite of his seasickness. "I think it might be a good idea to see if i can manage to keep anything down."
He hauls himself to his feet, lurching forward towards the aft section as the deck rolls gently in a swell. He hoped he would adjust to this infernal ship sooner rather than later
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 3, 2018 16:09:58 GMT -8
Rabbit listened to Glorion as he sung, her face blank but her head cocked intently listening. Once he finished and Key offered food she realized her stomach was still grumbling, so quickly she jumped to her feet and headed after Glorion and Key.
"You should come eat some food Luke". She says to the Tiefling as she walks by him.
RABBIT
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Post by Keyleth on May 3, 2018 16:20:49 GMT -8
A worried look flashes over Key’s face at the sight of Glorians green deminor. “Yes, everyone should eat a little something. Glorian I can purée something for you so its easier on your stomach.”
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Post by Keyleth on May 14, 2018 6:42:07 GMT -8
Key looks around at the silent faces around her. “I know Im not the greatest cook, but, all you have to do is say ‘no thank you’ I wouldn’t be offended.”
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Post by Reggie on May 15, 2018 16:40:42 GMT -8
Glorion coughs and stands up, wobbly legs propelling him forward as he heads towards the stern of the ship. On his way he bellows out for the others "Team! Our Lady Key has requested our presence in the galley at once!" He glances around for Rabbit and, not seeing her, shrugs as he assumes she has already headed inward. "Come on Luke, you scoundrel" Glorion says as he throws an arm around Luke's shoulders and half drags him, half leans on him for support.
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