[Game Thread] Elegy of a Penal Ship (Fair Maiden)

[zevonian]

Lydak immediately ran to Simon, not caring if anyone was in the way. He leaned down and touched a bloody part of the wounded part, then spoke quietly. "Irori, grant me the strength to close this wound."

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OOC: Using the Sacred Touch trait that Lydak has to stabilize the wounded guy.

[Amos]

Hearing Tate's call, Olly pressed the makeshift bandage into the sailors hand, telling him to keep pressure on it till he returned. Turning from the wounded man, Olly rushes down the stairs and stops dead in his tracks at the sight of Simon laying in a pool of his own blood.

"Lydak, to you have it under control, or do you need my aid as well?"

[zevonian]

"I need not your help. This man is, what is word, stable. If still alive. He may need your help though."

[AlwaysCivilMike]

The actions of the group on the stairs are quick and decisive. Lydak practically leaps the last three stairs landing gracefully and bull rushes his way past those standing in his way. A possible life was in the balance and he was not about to apologize for it. The man who had been speaking stepped out of the way and moved to the side to watch. Reia follows close behind and is joined by Olly who runs downstairs after taking care of the man with the self inflicted wound.

The half orcs actions might have saved Simon’s life as he quickly administered first aid. Pulling a cloth from his side pocket he placed direct pressure on the wound while pulling out a small jar in the other hand that contained a while cream. He placed the jar on the crate next to Simon and took out a scoop of the cream with his meaty fingers. Pulling the cloth away from Simon’s head for only a moment he smeared the cream over the wound before putting the cloth back onto the wound. Though the wound was bleeding soon, the ointment would seep in quickly and the bleeding should stop. He had learned this type of field dressing during the many fights he had been in during his life.
Simon moved next to Lydak and the wounded Simon. He first asked if his new friend was ok seeing as he had blood covered hands. However, Olly knew at a glance it was all from the man lying down. So, the cleric went to work quickly checking for a pulse and seeing if there are any other injuries. Reia stood next to the two watching and hoping she could help in some way. Meanwhile Tate stood on the stairs still watching the proceeding from a distance. He noticed all of the men move in to get a better look to a point that Olly, Lydak and Reia were now surrounded. The ex-prisoners did not make any threatening moves and seemed to only want to see what was happening. The man who had spoken before who’s name you think you overheard before as being Boris said “It is a real shame that this happened. Simon was a good man.”

[zevonian]

This dressing was for show. Best they not know it takes but a touch.
Lydak stood immediately and looked at those who surrounded him, pointing to the scrawniest of the former prisoners who was mulling about the back. "You, run up top, tell Captain and First mate there is wounded man down here." He scans everyone, then settles his gaze on Boris, while speaking loud and clear enough for all to hear. "Who all has talked to Simon since dawn? Tell now if he said why he was down here, if he told you. If you not know, leave."

[Rekal]

Tate leans against the wall still a few steps up from the deck to keep the stairs clear. Crossing his arms he waits with a casual air and a carefully blank expression while watching the men and the young woman who had beseeched him.

He could see it now that he was not trying to deny it. A woman. On a penal ship. Perfect.

[Humble Athena]

Well, this isn't good. Reia thinks, looking at all the men in the hold. She's relieved to see two of her fellow non-prisoner passengers tending to the wounded man, but something about the whole 'fell on a crate' explanation doesn't ring true. She glances about at the faces of the men, looking for guilt or even just knowledge hidden in their eyes and expressions, and about the hold in general for anywhere a hastily stashed weapon might lie.

 

Perception: 10
Sense Motive: 13

[Amos]

Seeing that Lydak had the situation well in hand, Olly nodded in his direction. "Let me know if he doesn't improve soon, then I'll see what I can do for him."

His mind was distracted by the size and shape of the wound, it was nearly an inch wide and ran the length of his forehead, much like one of the ships beams would cause, but how would his head run into a beam that high up? Looking around the room, the young cleric searched for anything and everything that fit the size of the laceration, as well as any surfaces that had blood on them.

He just couldn't help how he felt, he knew he may be jumping to conclusions, but his gut said one of these men had something to do with it. "Do any of you know where he was when he hit his head?"

[AlwaysCivilMike]

Tate is almost run over by the man in the back when Lydak turned his glower towards him and ordering him to go get the first mate and the captain. It is fortunate that his great axe was sticking out over his shoulder which gave the scared man yet another thing to get away from. Tripping several times on the stairs in his mad dash to get top side the man finally reached the top of the stairs and disappeared. His voice could be heard above saying “Where is the captain?”

All eyes looked away from the stairs and back to the not so happy half orc who said:
"Who all has talked to Simon since dawn? Tell now if he said why he was down here, if he told you. If you not know, leave."

Boris had been smiling at the man who ran up the stairs tripping and stumbling but when the half orcs eyes fell on him, the smile vanished. At Lydak’s words several more men moved to the stairs while others moved to the back of the ship being quite happy to be out of view of someone who was a large as Lydak. After a few moments only Boris and four men behind him remained along with Olly, Reia and Tate at the stairs. Boris took a few steps forward and his ‘friends’ followed suit. He glanced down at Simon and shook his head saying “Like I said, it was a shame what happened to Simon. He was a good man. I was the last one to talk to him….half orc….before the lights went out. You heard me…I called him downstairs to play some cards. He was doing just fine when the lights went out. I think everyone here can vouch for that.” The men behind Boris all nodded their agreement at his words.

Just then Olly lifted his head from looking at Simon and said:
"Do any of you know where he was when he hit his head?"

Boris looked back at the others and gave a shrug and said “I suppose he was at the back of the ship where we were playing cards. Of course, it was dark for what I guess was over 30 minutes. I think everyone ended up moving around a little bit. There is no telling where he was when it happened. He could have even stumbled around for a time and then just happened to land here.” Again, the men behind him all nodded their agreement.

[Amos]

Not seeing any obvious locations where Simon could have injured himself, Olly begins to walk around the immediate area. He started going in a circular pattern from where Simon was lying and increased the scope of his search with each subsequent pass.

[Rekal]

Still with his arms crossed against the wall on the steps, Tate frowns at the back of Boris' head and then looks to catch Lydak's eye. When he does he shakes his head to the negative sharing his opinion on the matter while Boris' buddies do the opposite in front of him.

[zevonian]

Lydak was actually pleased that he had thinned out the herd of gawkers. He suspected the ones who stayed behind to be a gang of thieves, put on this ship simply because the townsfolk were tired of dealing with them, and decided it was best that Boris and his goons be sent off to some phantom zone. He noticed how quick the unfearsome foursome were quick to agree with him, but no one else was. If he fails as leader, they will settle for any replacement.

He figured Boris had referred to his breed as a childish insult, so he decided it was best to use it in a reply. "We wait for Captain to see if he want us to move Simon. Now, question for you Boris. Did you figure out I was half-orc all by yourself, or did you need your friends to explain it to you?"

[Rekal]

Tate shifts slightly on the stair, glancing up their length with his lips pressed tightly. One hand slips behind his waist presumably to adjust an uncomfortable position, but in reality he hitched his shoulders and tugged at the axe haft to insure it was clear.

Once his 'adjustment' was complete, he looks back to the former prisoners expecting an unpleasant reaction.

[Humble Athena]

Reia gives a faint gasp, and begins backing away from the immediate cluster of men. Maybe Boris was telling the truth about what happened to Simon, but she didn't like anyone who would try to use someone's race as an insult. Part of her wants to applaud the half-orc guard for his smart retort, but the rising tension and her good sense convinces her to stay as quiet and unnoticed as possible.

[Amos]

Olly paused mid search at the Half Orc's reply, silently applauding the man for not allowing the racial insult to goad him into trouble, which of coarse Boris was trying to do. But just the same, his hand slowly made its way towards the handle of his heavy mace, knowing that ruffians like this were want to cause trouble whenever possible.