[Game Thread] Chapter One: A Rude Awakening

[Allu]

Jackson: The night was like any other in port, Jackson had come in from his time aboard the ship "Golden Dawn" with a hankering to work out some aggression and spend some of the gold burning a hole in his belt pouch. As his feet carried him to the "Drunken Dragon" of their own accord he flashes a smile to the beater at the door and flips a silver across to Maria the barmaid in exchange for a nut brown, foaming tankard of beer.

Later that night after several clones of that first beer Jackson finds himself looking across at a giant orc with his fists raised ready to box. A ratty looking man walks up and whispers in his ear which causes him to grin around his fangs "Heh, fancy moves eh? Not gonna be good enough to deal with Ox me thinks." After dodging a few blows and landing some decent shots of his own Jackson sees an oncoming green fist a fraction too late to dodge:

Bob: Bob finds his way into Ademper completely uninhibited despite what he's heard of the place being a wretched hole full of evil, he even got a very cheap rate at a nice hostel, cheaper than anywhere he'd ever stayed before, likely because the bartender was a fellow worshiper. After dinner he felt the need to go for a walk around the docks so that the food will settle before he gets some sleep. Whilst on this walk Bob hears a woman screaming for help down one of the alleys. When he reaches the scream's destination all he found was a woman in a short skirt smoking a cigarette, well that and a kosh fuelled nap.

Fulix: Upon reaching his destination Fulix finds some very nice men that shake his hand and congratulate him on doing such an awesome job as gate guard. They give him a tankard of stout as thankyou for coming down to pick up the heavy crate for the Baron. Within moments of taking the ale down in one huge gulp he feels his head grow fuzzy, he's unconscious before he hits the ground:

Keln: After selling his pelts at the market square of Ademper Keln has gold jingling in his pocket and a hunger, a hunger that only grew during his six months alone hunting and trapping near the border with the elven tribes. After a few discreet questions and a bit of taunting due to his prudishness he finds the Baron's Head a place where he can find girls "of his own kind." After several hours of a swarthy young woman with slightly upswept ears "earning her pay" and several glasses of wine Keln falls gently asleep in the arms of Nalia:

Javiar: Once he had dried off in a tavern the fire of knowledge started burning inside Javiar's chest once more and he can't get Fanlaran's Tome out of his head, he found out it would be easy to find as the only man with a proper library in town is the Baron's advisor Christopher who lives in a stone house in the city proper. Within an hour he had a under the window trying to jimmy it open when he hears someone clearing his throat behind him, a noise that'd sound like a cannon report under different circumstances. As he turns he sees two half-orcs and a human in Ghitria Watch uniforms standing patiently "when your finished there would you mind coming with us" the weasel-like man manages to say with a straight face:

All: Everyone comes to when they're hit with freezing cold water, as the smell of the bilge hits their noses something similarly assaults their ears as a brown skinned Hobgoblin in a bicorne bears down upon them "Welcome to the Ghitrian navy girls and boys, thankyou for volunteering, we'll whip you into great sailors and marines in no time."
"Hah, I'm a better sailor than your whole crew put together" a musty smelling, furry orange lump in the corner of the room snorts as it unfolds to a full grown Hadozee whilst in the opposite corner a thin, mousey haired man mouths volunteer? to himself over and over again

[Huhart]

Fulix Murtalix wipes the water from his face. With extreme effort, he raises his well-oiled and sumo-like bulk into the upright position. He bears down on the hobgoblin, staring menacingly.
"I an a member of Baron Van Kampis personal guard! I did NOT volunteer for the stinking navy, nor am I likely to in the near future! You WILL return me to Ademper immediately, or I'll bash your skull against the wall 'til your brains ooze out your ears!!!" Fulix screams.

OOC Dice Intimidate Hobgoblin: d20+6 (19)+6 Total = 25

He stops for a moment, as if considering something."And in the meantime, have you got anything to eat around here?"

[tempo]

Javier shakes his head vigorously in an effort to get the water out of his hair. Sitting upright, he looks around the hold , looking at the scene with an expression that's half dissapointment, half despair.
"Aww man, I was having such a nice dream.." he mumbles.

[oogoa]

Jackson doesn't so much as flinch as the cold water stings his face. However, the angry bellow of voices was more than enough to bring him, and his raging hangover, to consciousness. Groaning loudly, he turned to see an angry half-orc screeching at a hobgoblin. The sound hit him like a sword to the forehead.

"Keep it down," he croaked, his voice like rocks rubbing together. "Some of us are trying to sleep."

At last, the hobgoblins words registered through the fog surrounding his brain. "Wait...navy?"

[Allu]

The Hobgoblin starts to loose some colour and his chuckle sounds a little hollow as he takes a step back from the titanic half-orc "Hehe, we have your signature right here my good sir and as such Ox will be sure to teach you great skills and proper respect for *he gets a bit of pep back and puffs out his chest once more* for you skipper, Wanrek Sharksbreath." With that parting shot he will step back out of the way as a giant orc comes down the rope ladder into the bilge before leaving. The greenskin pulls out a large belaying pin and slaps it against a horny fist with a meaty thunk "What's this about yelling at skip? *slap* Who amongst you needs to learn proper ship's etiquette huh? *slap,* all the new ones need some attituide adjustment *slap,* This'll hurt you a lot more than it'll hurt me *slap*."

[oogoa]

Jackson's blurry eyes narrowed. "You..." he muttered, more to himself than the grinning orc. "I remember you." He stood shakily, almost falling over more than once in the process. "You're that cheating bastard from The Dragon..." He shook his head like he was trying to get water out of his ears, and stumbled. At last, his startlingly grey eyes snap up and catch "Ox's" dead on. "I don't think I like you."

Initiative:

Dice Roll:

1d20+4

(1)+4

Total = 5

[Allu]

Ox's booming laugh doesn't sound hollow at all as he readies his weapon in both fists "Ooh Bessie, it looks like we'll get some action already." With that he'll take a big swing at the little man challenging him
Initiative

Dice Roll:

1d20+2

(20)+2

Total = 22

Attack

Dice Roll:

1d20+5

(13)+5

Total = 18

Damage

Dice Roll:

1d8+13

(1)+13

Total = 14

As Jackson drops to the ground Ox turns around and points Bessie at the Hadozee "Oi, better men than you have tried to flank me ape so I thinks ya should sit down and listen."
He puts his back to the bulkhead, his head slightly bowed to fit with the sloped deck above him "Now whilst he sleeps off his mini mutiny are there any questions? You are aboard the pinnace HIMS Grouse and will pull your weight or we will all see how well you swim. Because the skipper is a kindhearted man you'll even get to pick whether you want to be a marine or a sailor, we already have a full complement of siege engineers, not that there's much call on such a small ship."

[tempo]

"Hmph. Well, that was quite a show. If your giving us a choice, I'll gladly take the position of lookout."

Javier then proceeds to get up and shake more water off himself.

[peng]

Bob takes his time to get up, taking in as much information as he can before he decides to act. As his mind clears, he thinks to himself:

Ok. Last I remember, I was walking into an alley. And I now appear to be on a boat. And wet. Ooh. Gotta make sure to dry off my armor and weapons.

Checking to make sure that the aforementioned armor and weapons are still in good shape, Bob finds them to be missing.

...Which are gone. Great. Well, let's see what kind of company I'm in.

 

Detect evil on everyone in sight. It's a move action for each person. Starting with the big orc, and stopping when I've checked everyone or someone interrupts me.

[Huhart]

Fulix eyes up this Ox, trying to determine if he can take him, when one of the men beat him to the punch, literally. When the man lands on the floor a moment later, the half-orc sighs in resignation. So this is how it will be, submit or be pummeled. Might as well make the best of it.

He stared down the orc and speaks in the orcish tongue, "I see have no choice but to join your...crew. But I expect to be well paid...and well fed... for my services." Continuing in common, "I suppose I would join the marines, as I am ill suited for climbing rigging and tying knots." He throws a disapproving glance at the Hadozee.

"Now, where is my armor and weapon, or have you stolen that also, just as you have taken my freedom."

[oogoa]

Jackson was out before he hit the floor. As his unconscious frame crashes to the wooden floor with a thud, he was already dreaming about breaking Ox's neck. Even in his Bessie-induced slumber, he growls and grunts, clawing the floor with his bare hands. One day, his dreams whisper to him you're going to kill that orc. A particularly violent thrash accompanies that thought, leaving a very slight divot in the floor.

[Allu]

Ox nods and smiles around his tusks "Now you boys are starting to understand I see we have two sailors, a monkey and a human so I guess the rest of you will be marines, including the fist fighter here *he pokes Jackson with bare feet.* Training will begin tomorrow for those of you that need it, for those of you that don't I want you out there at first watch where I can see you."

[oogoa]

As Ox's foot touches him, Jackson thrashes about again, one hand coming into contact with the orcs sharp nails. A tiny cut appears on his hand and he moans loudly, thrashing even harder, his hands making loud percussive popping sounds on the floor. A very small amount of blood begins to well up from the cut.

[peng]

Keeping a wary eye on the orc and the man muttering in the corner, Bob picks himself up.

Might as well make the best of a bad situation.

"I do have some questions. You say this is a navy ship. Who are you fighting? Can we get our gear back? And how long will you keep us if we want to leave?"

[Allu]

Ox shrugs, "you signed a one year contract, after that you can stay on and to answer your other questions, you'll be fairly fed and recompensed whilst your gear will be returned if you can be trusted or when you have need of it. The pointed ears, painted faces and human pirates all attack shipping between us and the other civilised nations, our job is to protect trade and preemptively hit threatening targets."