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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 3, 2020 21:28:32 GMT
"I don't waste good coin on bad whisky," she said. "I'll meet you on deck once I've put on a clean shirt, and cleaned my blades, and we'll see who else we can rope into drinking with us."
Silvia was too cocky to even consider the prospect of dying on the island; it simply hadn't entered her head and she didn't intend to think about it now Herneiros had mentioned it.
"I am grateful for your help with the shirt," she said, with sincerity. Then she walked out the door, not caring who saw her.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 21:31:01 GMT
Upon stepping back on deck, Herneiros bellows at the crew, "STOP THROWING MY DINNER OFF THE BOAT!!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 3, 2020 21:52:25 GMT
The crew just stared at the strange man. “You’re going to...eat this?” An elf said. “It smells awful.”
As Kjell utters her curse, she does notice a crewmen point at himself when her gaze go by him, as though it were an invitation.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 22:04:13 GMT
"All seafood smells awful until you cook it properly and add butter. Where is your sense of adventure?"
Herneiros grabs one and drags it to the galley. "Perhaps I make armor out of it too. Very fashionable attire in Mist!"
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 3, 2020 22:06:23 GMT
After changing her shirt - a process that took twice as long as usual, due to the pain - Silvia headed on deck to grab her sword, dagger and arquebus. She took them back down to clean them then returned to the deck with the precious bottle of whisky in hand. She looked for Herneiros first.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 22:12:42 GMT
He was in the galley, performing a combination of an autopsy and a dinner prep. He was singing in Elven as he cut into the creature and laid out the best bits for dinner.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 3, 2020 22:15:24 GMT
Silvia watched for a moment but she liked eating much better than she liked cooking.
"That looks interesting," she said. "Are you certain it's safe to eat, though?"
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 22:22:03 GMT
Herneiros shrugged. "It is unlikely any creature would develop both hard carapace and toxic interior. Of course, one can always be allergic to shellfish. I have already dispelled any unusual magical effects that might have existed. So now only things left are the terrible smell and ugly bedroom eyes."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 3, 2020 22:28:03 GMT
"Those eyes are horrid," she agreed, pulling a face. "I'll give it a try if you'll bring it on deck when you're done. I brought the whisky so we can have a glass while we eat. It seems fitting, drinking a toast to our victory whilst consuming the flesh of our enemy."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 3, 2020 22:41:40 GMT
As the seafood is made, the captain moves the Tranquility to get within close distance of the Odyssey. Zavier has his bauble and a skin of some strong smelling red wine. He takes a drink of it and sat down on the stairs leading up to the ship’s wheel. The butter boiled shrimp actually smells rather tasty and the crew had found some seaweed days earlier and dried it out for use as a salad.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 3, 2020 22:49:33 GMT
Not a fan of seafood, Kjell relieved the ship’s spotter in the crow’s nest to keep an eye on the waters from above.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 22:54:16 GMT
"It is not much fun being hunter if you don't receive free meal afterwards." He began cleaning the slices of meat individually.
"So what will you do after island? Return to Bastion?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 3, 2020 22:54:55 GMT
Kjell gains one experience point.
From her lofty perch, the elf can see a strange man at the point of Shipwreck Hell nearest them. He’s in a grey hooded cloak and she sees he has a wizard a staff in his right hand. He’s quite clearly watching them as well. There’s a spyglass in a container nailed to the nest.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 3, 2020 23:00:26 GMT
She picked up the spyglass and raised it to her eye to inspect the hooded figure.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 3, 2020 23:00:36 GMT
"It is not much fun being hunter if you don't receive free meal afterwards." He began cleaning the slices of meat individually. "So what will you do after island? Return to Bastion?" "Probably, yes. I'm not yet bored of living there, and I'm sure I can find something fun to do. What about you? Will you stay in the Mists or go someplace else? I thought you were going to have difficulty getting along with us all, but you don't at all. I think you could have an excellent career as an adventurer, if you wished it." |
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