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#106
07-16-2010, 09:10 PM
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He looked down below, "Shookie! Come take care of your girlfriend. She's sick." His laugh was almost annoying to hear, as it was almost constant throughout his movements. The rain drops started falling at this point, big, fat raindrops that suddenly fell without warning. The rumble of thunder sounded closer, and the waves were getting bigger at this point and anything not lashed down were now sliding about dangerously, as the ship's rocking becomes greater. Now even Corum, who had barely felt the effects of the previous waves were feeling the effects, and even Shook'ialui felt rather unstable, and while he didn't feel ready to throw up, it felt like his stomach was doing flips in these unnatural waves. A small kobold seem to almost appear next to Shook'ialui and Horath in as much shelter as it could hide under. On its back was the same mark that they had seen on Swabbie earlier, evidently proof that it belonged to the ship. This one was evidently the one that Phos had called Bookshelf earlier in the bar. They could tell this from the pile of books stacked on its head. It clung onto the books precariously, and while some of them slid slightly, it managed to somehow keep the books on his head though. "Me don't like rain. Rain make books wet. Cap'n Roberts no like that. Wet books icky." It showed no signs of being sick, just upset that the books were getting wet. |
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#107
07-16-2010, 09:40 PM
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Even as the storm got worst one voice could be heard over the roaring sea.
__________________"Come all you young sailormen, listen to me I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea, and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Up jumps the eel with his slippery tail, Climbs up aloft and reefs the topsail, and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth Saying, 'You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Up jumps the lobster with his heavy claws, Bites the main boom right off by the jaws! and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Up jumps the halibut, lies flat on the deck He says, 'Mister Captain, don't step on my neck!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Up jumps the herring, the king of the sea, Saying, 'All other fishes, now you follow me!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Up jumps the codfish with his chuckle-head, He runs out up forward and throws out the lead! and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Up jumps the whale... the largest of all, 'If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes." It was Swabbie and her singing revealed that she was more then just a kobold. Those who knew the lyrics joined her. Her voice seemed to uplift the spirits of all of the sailors. |
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#108
07-17-2010, 01:17 AM
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Horath had clearly lost his sea legs during that drought of proper sailing vessels. He would have thought that it was rather silly for a seasoned sailor like him to be nauseous over a little storm, but he was too busy wiping the spitum and the remains of a deer he had eat off his fat lips. When Shookie dragged him into cover, he was actually glad for the brief respite. The darfallan wasn't so bad.
__________________His reputation was shattered now, he would have to murder something in a very graphic way, preferably bashing its skull in. Horath hoped for a chance to board very soon. |
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#109
07-17-2010, 09:00 AM
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The trip to ends of the yard during reefing wore out Chrrsarr's last will to resist the upcoming nausea. The way down the mast takes far longer than his way up. As he outs his feet back on the deck the swaying has turned into a hardly controlled staggering. After some undecided steps Chrrsarr finally drops himself next to mast. Leaning against the mast, he starts to breath slowly. His eyes seem to focus on a point far far away.
__________________I'll be better in a moment. he hisses at the questioning look of Shook. Though he's used to the afternoon's daily rain in the forests of the steep slopes of Marasker, starting rain of this roaring storm is a completely new experience to him. The cool rain drops, as big as the seeds of the Melo-Tree, explode into a fine mist as they hit his scales. He even tastes how the fresh water starts to wash the salty taste of the sea out of the air, that cooled down within the last minutes drastically. Soon the numerous distractions, Swabbie's song and the heavy rain, and maybe the less shaking middle of the Raven, allow Chrrsarr to overcome the nausea and he joins the crew in their dry spot. Last edited by tilbert; 07-17-2010 at 09:01 AM. |
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#110
07-17-2010, 11:39 AM
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Corum's face starts to turn green as the waves chrash harder and the wind and rain picks up. "Well Shar i guess i spoke to soon." from under his armor is a hissing laugh and then Swabbie starts to sing a familiar song and Corum joins in forgetting about his illness for at least a little while.
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#111
07-20-2010, 08:27 PM
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Horath's ugly smile turns even uglier. It gives Shook'ialui a shudder; the monk hopes he never truly learns the cause of such a dark glee. Fortunately, his attention is drawn by a pattern of laughter, cast out by First Mate like a fisherman casts chum behind him. Similarly obnoxious to the palate, too.
"Oy! Furball! At least aim out to the water if yer gonna vomit!" Phos laughs before swinging over to the Hadozee. He looked downwards: "Shookie! Come take care of your girlfriend. She's sick." Shook'ialui Kastraidies cannot decide which is most base: that the man utilized a name he'd been quite clearly instructed to avoid, or that he'd implied a repulsive relationship between the two monks. Shook'ialui growls. Then chokes the anger, and looks away. Rain starts to fall. Fat raindrops. Thunder. A mop handle rolls amid deepening pools of rolling water; a bucket scrapes by, falls down. Someone's satchel rumps, lumps, thumps past. In a moment, Shook'ialui's stomach goes from peaceful to engaging in unnatural flips and jumps. The towering Darfellen's frustrated gaze comes across the dusk kobold as, after an uncertain step, the small figure kneels beside the Raven's mast. The lizard breathes slow, controlled. Eyes on the distance suddenly snap to the monk. "I'll be better in a moment," he hisses. Shook'ialui pulls back. He hadn't meant to pry, but there it was, and the stranger had snapped at him for it. Still, following a brief respite, the unusual kobold soon joins Horvath and Shook'ialui in their "dry" spot. This at the same time that the one called "Bookshelf" appears. As the latter complains about the impact of rain on books, Shook'ialui briefly ponders the scarring upon the little one's back. The weak, servant to the strong. A fundamental element of nature... yet even that which is natural can be taken to extremes. One can drink water until they become ill, eat until they become fat... lash a slave until they become a monster. Shook'ialui's trim shoulders undulate. He does not have the time to resolve the kobold's predicaments, literary or otherwise. Up above, Kasha hangs like a shaggy blanket thrown roughly over the rigging of the ship. The Darfellen contemplates his best approach to her as a crystal voice breaks out over the thunder. It is Swabbie, and her strange tune washes over Shook'ialui as he stands there. "Come all you young sailormen, listen to me I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea, and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes." The song reaches up, up, to where Kasha clings, limply, to her optimism, and to the remaining contents of her stomach. She looks around blearily. "Up jumps the eel with his slippery tail, Climbs up aloft and reefs the topsail, and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes." Shook'ialui steps out into the storm. Rain a cavalcade, thunder the drums beneath. "Then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth Saying, 'You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes." He smirks. The mention of sharks seems more than just coincidental to the Darfellen, even if that's all it is. Shookie wades through the waves, the singing, and the heaving, lurching pitch of the deck. "Up jumps the lobster with his heavy claws, Bites the main boom right off by the jaws! and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Up jumps the halibut, lies flat on the deck He says, 'Mister Captain, don't step on my neck!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes." As the melody comes on stronger and stronger, additional voices joining in, light enters Kasha's eyes. She wobbles a bit, but starts to hum the tune, best she can. "Up jumps the herring, the king of the sea, Saying, 'All other fishes, now you follow me!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes." Not especially graceful in this moment, Shookie has nontheless finally achieved his goal -- the base of the rigging closest to Kasha. He begins to climb. "Up jumps the codfish with his chuckle-head, He runs out up forward and throws out the lead! and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes." She's got the tune now. Kasha smiles, if weakly. The rigging below her jiggles and jostles. She leans back, eyes closed, smiling face to the sky. "Up jumps the whale... the largest of all, 'If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!'" There's no sound as she falls. No cry. Scarcely a quarter the way up the rigging now, Shook'ialui struggles with his next foothold. His head is down. A motion over his head, something unexpected, pulls his gaze back up... just in time for him to see a flash of fur, a blur, failed wings flapping, and then finally sound, a soft wet whoosh of air past him. "Ka-sha?" "Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes." "No! No!" The young Hadozee lies still on the deck of the Crimson Raven. It is an uncomfortable stillness. The stillness of death. "Kasha!" "Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes." Last edited by cyranojoe; 07-20-2010 at 08:28 PM. |
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#112
07-24-2010, 10:19 PM
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Phos sighs. Not a good way to start off. If she was dead then she would have to be thrown overboard, regardless of the wishes of her companion, corpses rot, and then they stink, and bring diseases with them. He adeptly climbed down in a quick manner. He leaned down over Kasha's limp body. She was still alive, unconscious, injured, but still alive. "Damn, where's a healer when you need one?!" A few of them knew some rudimentary field bandaging, but he had been unable to find a doctor to replace the last one who had died in a siege of the ship.
__________________He looked at those around him. "Well! Don't just stand there! Carry her down below!" He said in an authoritative tone. He cleared his throat and glanced away. "If she's bleeding, bandage it, otherwise, put her in a hammock, and we'll see what we can do after this storm!" The storm only seemed to get worse around them, as if to say, pay attention to me! I'm still here! The flashes of lightning were more rapid, and the rumbles of thunder were nearly deafening, while the waves were getting higher, a several of them crashing over the deck. Last edited by Iriel2010; 07-24-2010 at 10:19 PM. |
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#113
07-25-2010, 04:56 AM
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Spell Points: Wu-Jen: 11 / 11 ••• Spirit Shaman: 7 / 8
The cold rain slowed Chrrsarr's metabolism down far enough, that it takes several seconds until the small lizard folk realizes what happened and what dropped on the deck only few feet away. As the crew quickly gathers around now motionless Kasha, he is hardly able to catch a glimpse at the broken, unnaturally twisted body of the usually vivid Hadozee.
__________________Step aside, sailors. he hisses as pushes through the crowd. Passing Shook'ialui Chrrsarr he tries to calm the Darfellan. I'll have a look at her. I do have some experience with injuries of all kind. Kneeling down next to Kasha he Dice heal:
Chrrsarr, the Lesser Vigor: fast healing 12 roundschant of vitality. It works for any kind of living creature... Rrrraaazzzssszzzsssrrraaasss hisssss Rrrraaazzzsssrrraaasss Chrrsarr joins his Spirit Guide with the mantra only he can hear and gently lays his hands on the furry body. She should do better soon, Shook. |
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#114
07-25-2010, 11:41 PM
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Horath tracked the falling ape with a disinterested eye, expecting it to catch the rigging with one of its appendages. He was surprised enough to let out a small "heh" when she compacted against the soaked flooring, crumpling into a small,dark shape in the rain. The voyage just got a bit more tolerable. Not knowing any healing methods, he continued his slow work, he wouldn't want to dispense them to such an annoying wretch if he did anyhow.
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08-02-2010, 12:23 PM
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"Oy! I said carry her down below!" Phos said, glaring at the new people around him. "That means you guys! Everyone else is busy doing what they should be doing!" He glances at Horath who not only was doing nothing but was avoiding going near the limp Kasha. "You!" He pointed at him. "I don't care what 'medical expertise' you have, get her down below!" He turned and looked just as a massive wave crashes over the deck, pushing several of the people on deck around.
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08-02-2010, 12:54 PM
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"Do I look like a nursemaid?!" Horath roared over the din over the storm. Still, he obeyed his superior, moving to carry the useless ape down below. The ocean had other ideas, and a massive wave of briny water crashed onto the deck, washing people over crates and siding. Horath braced himself, Reflex +5
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08-03-2010, 11:33 AM
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Welcoming the chance the to leave the rolling deck, Chrrsarr grabs Kash's ankles and nods at Shook'ialui. "You, take her shoulders and be careful." He has merely finished the sentence as a wave hits the hull forcing the small lizard to
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#118
08-06-2010, 04:33 PM
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It's his fault. He should have been watching her. He should have been with her. Standing below, something, anything... they never should have joined this worthless pirate ship! They were doomed the minute they walked aboard. Awash with recriminations, Shook'ialui is frozen. First Mate arrives beside Kasha well before he takes his first step. "Damn, where's a healer when you need one?!" the man shouts.
A healer. That means she's still alive. Shook'ialui takes a slow-motion step forward. "Ah--" Thunder swallows his words, swallows him whole. Could he heal her? Was anything he could do worth a damn? First Mate shouts orders that Shook'ialui cannot hear. It's not the storm in the way. His ears, eyes, throat, all are simply closing up. Mind quieting. Heart dying. Finally, he moves; through molasses, senselessly, but he moves. Something touches his wrist. A beat of confusion; it is a little lizard. One of the slaves? No, the other one. He hisses something. Experience. Injuries. The lizard, Chrrsarr, kneels beside the broken doll that looks so much like Kasha, but cannot possibly be her. It's too fragile. It's too quiet. Suddenly, Chrrsarr's small voice deepens: a mantra, for that is surely what it is, thrums in the creature's long throat, and after a few seconds, Shook'ialui finds himself calling out softly the same ancient chant. "Zzzsssrrraaasss hisssss Rrrraaazzzsssrrraaasss." They are words of peace, safety, embrace. Energy, the sound of rest, of hope for the future. His tongue and mouth find them unfamiliar, but still they soothe. Tiny, gentle hands touch Kasha at neck, arm, leg. Shook'ialui, finally kneeling himself, senses a mystical warmth come from those scaly fingers. "She should do better soon, Shook," Chrrsarr says. Dimly, gratitude touches the monk's mind; he does not react, but neither is he irritated by the diminutive use of his noble name. Around them, the ship rocks. The ocean belches up its rage upon them. Shook'ialui Reflex+4 Dice Roll:
"Get yer head on, kid. She's breathin'. That won't last long if ya let every little thing get in yer way, like some storm or a bunch a' pirates. Come on, kid. Hunker down. Get a move on!" Even Torrent, his spirit guide, is more attentive to the workld around them. Shook'ialui nods. The little lizard-man takes up Kasha's wobbling, once-nimble feet into his claws. But then, as if to stress the danger, he rocks, tumbles, and rolls, shaken hard by the devil-ship's thundering and the storm's cavalcade. That's when the orc-kin stomps up. Shook'ialui acknowledges him, barely. Together, the two of them lift Kasha -- carefully, carefully. She is a porcelain puppet. A paper doll. If Horath shows less than true concern over their burden, Shook'ialui is oblivious. All thoughts are consumed with every heartbeat, every shallow breath that flutters into the monkey-girl's body. Soon, they are inside, descending the stairs, and into the quarters below. As the men lay Kasha down, Shook'ialui awakens to his duty. His fingers flick aside the crude necklaces of sharp Sahuagin teeth draped around his collar, fumbling to grasp the blue-grey coral among them. Its simple shape -- a faint curve, a slight twist -- represents nature's simplicity; its touch attunes him to his shaman roots. With a sigh more than words, he breathes out Cure Light Wounds, which of course won't workthe first OM of a familiar chant. Last edited by cyranojoe; 08-06-2010 at 04:35 PM. |
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#119
08-07-2010, 01:43 PM
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Corum watches Kasha's fall from the mast and rigging as the boat rocks and the waves crash into the sides. The salty air feels good but the waves are starting to make him sick and hes not sure he can keep his balance so he trys to make his way below deck to avoid being swept away by the storm.
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#120
08-09-2010, 06:18 PM
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As the massive wave crashes over the deck, several people are washed overboard. None of them amongst the new group, though all except Horath do slip and slide a bit. Horath, being the only one not sliding about and grasping at anything he can find to keep from sliding around, notices that the door to the captain's quarters is open, and a few possessions within are floating off with the water.
__________________Everyone notices something missing. Phos isn't laughing. Everyone, including Ralthless up above, dealing with the rigging, look around to see if they can find out what happened to the smiling man. This was to no avail, as he was not there. "Someone take the helm! We're gonna crash into the rocks ahead!" Ralthless bellowed, his position too far away to make it there in time. |
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