[Game Thread] Chapter 1: There Is No Honour

[Barark]

[Avelestar]

So Boar is now stable, and should be okay as long as someone watches over him. Cleaning his wounds wouldn't hurt either. Poking at the female smuggler, you can see that she's only just barely clinging onto life, what with a rather large arrow through her chest, and a massive graze on her arm from a spell. She won't last long however, so you better decide quickly if you're going to save her or not.

[Barark]

Herb does a dance of happiness!

[Askaran]

"Put the girl out of her misery... She wont give up any useful informatiom.." Kevots tone was even and calm as he spoke those words though he bore a frown, golden eyes staring down at the woman's broken body for a few moments before he turns and makes his way back up to the main deck, bow finding its way to his back, "I will search Sollers quarters for the ring if our friend has not looted the entire upper deck by now.."

[Avelestar]

Kevot climbs back up the ladder to the main deck, and finds Herb sitting down on a crate, cleaning his nails with a dagger. Next to him is a rather large bag, that jingles loudly when he kicks it with a wink.

[Barark]

"Not bad eh?" Herb smiles. "Ready to go then?"

[Askaran]

"Get the ring?"

[HarpyBane]

Jules shrugs, and walks back up onto the main deck, finding his Regda and stroking her affectionately.

[Barark]

"Hey, if it be worth sumthing then i'll find it!" Herb says with a smirk then just to clarify "Aye i got the ring"

[Redoak]

The sudden realization that he may be mixed up with sociopaths, or at the very least very cruel men with hearts of black iron, Hubris shred's his white silk undershirt into bandages and stabilizes the females wound's.

"Damn you all, I won't have needless death on my conscience." he states clearly and plainly unafraid who hears his convictions.

"A man who hunts monsters must beware, for he can become that which he hunts with ease" his blood-fathers words echo through his mind as he tightens a tourniquet to prevent any more traumatic hemorrhaging from the woman's ravaged form.

Now bare chested and surrounded by slaughter and wounded the wizard Hubris seems shaken to his young core, he covers his face with his hands, slumping forward onto his bent thighs. Tears flow unrestrained from his eyes, no audible sobs can be heard, just labored breathing as the stress of the situation takes it's toll on him.

[Barark]

"Did ya find anything downstairs, any loot on the folk we killed?" Herb moves to the dead foes on the deck and takes his time searching them.

[Avelestar]

Perhaps the only decent person amoung the group, Hubris tries to save the smuggler's life...however it was apparent that she had bled out long ago, or perhaps that spell had fried her brain. Whatever the cause, she was long gone, and there was no one left to question. Again, as the only decent person, Hubris stays below decks with Boar, watching over him incase he thrashed about and tore open his wounds. Cleaning away some of the blood with water from his pack.

On deck meanwhile, the more treasure oriented Herb is rifling through the bodies, in particular Soller's corpse. All the smugglers carry a rapier, buckler and crossbow, but Soller's rapier looks to be of very good craftsmanship, on about the same level as the gilded rapier at the pirate's side right now. Each person carries a few gold coins, and you find about 7gp all up on the main deck (well other than the 2000gp in that bag).

OOC: I know it's just after a fight and all, but could you lay off the one sentence posts please? 125 XP for Herb. 275 XP for everyone else!

[Askaran]

Nodding Kevot holds out a gloved hand to Herb and nods down to it, "Hand it over then... Please. I told the Lady Laviana I would ensure its safety and who knows? You might lose it while handling that excess of riches you've aquired, eh?" the Half-Elf finishes his request with a not so friendly smile, eyes coldly assessing the man.

[Barark]

Herb picks up Soller's Rapier, swinging it a little and feeling its balance he unseaths his normal rapier and places the better one in its place, he turns to Kevot with a proud grin, "I said i found it alrite! If you wan it protected you protect me, I found it, i will give it to her." Herb turns to head downstairs.

[Redoak]

Silently wiping the tears off his cheek, Hubris tends Boars unconscious form. He waits patiently for someone to come and help him move the bulky dwarf. Looking around he looks for something that can provide a stable transportation, some flat planks or the like. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, and catching the last few word's of what seems to be an argument he calls out.
"I'm down here with Boar, I need help getting him to the deck above. We must be careful his wounds might open again if we treat him roughly." he pat's the dwarf gently on the thigh, hoping he can hear he is being cared for in his unconscious mind.