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[Silthuri]

Eileen inhales deeply. "I do not smell anything. But... I feel something. Like... when I cast my spells but I'm not..."

[Flying Dice]

As before, go grab the spare rapiers from "our" pile and search for someone willing to trade a shortbow.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan ventures onto the other ship, not wasting any time. He attempts to find the source of the smell.

[Silthuri]

Eileen cautiously searches for the source of what's causing the feeling.

[Nerjin]

-Ignore this-

[Nerjin]

If yes, ask around the ship for someone willing to barter a bow. Pick up one of the extra rapiers on the way.

"One o' me bows?" the heavily scarred man asks as he runs his fingers through his monsterously long beard "Aye, I could part with one. For about fourty gold."

Jernak heads to the galley with his pot and sees what he can make with what the ship has in supply.

The ships chef seems rather... Unpleased that you want to cook on his ship. Angry enough to talk to the captain about it. Maybe you should just hold onto this for now?

Vicnan ventures onto the other ship, not wasting any time. He attempts to find the source of the smell.

Eileen cautiously searches for the source of what's causing the feeling.

Vicnan and Eileen both arrived at roughly the same time to the source of the feeling. As they approached the cabin the source of the Fife music became louder and louder. Obviously, whatever was making the noise is inside the enemy ship's Captain's Cabin. At least, that's what it is on your own ship. Going to open the door you find that it is locked. Hm...

[Silthuri]

Eileen looks for another way to enter the cabin.

[Flying Dice]

Lora grins widely, "Aye, that seems fair, friend. I've got a pair o' rapiers wiv'out a home, and by my recollection they'd go fer the same sum o' coin. What say ye to that?"

[Nerjin]

Eileen looks for another way to enter the cabin.

Oddly enough, the cabin appears to have only one way in and one way out: The Door.

Lora grins widely, "Aye, that seems fair, friend. I've got a pair o' rapiers wiv'out a home, and by my recollection they'd go fer the same sum o' coin. What say ye to that?"

"Ya see, tha's part o' the problem lass. See, there's somethin' very specific I want. I cen get a rapier off many o' them corpses. But if'n ya come across a Scimitar I'd be more than happy to take it off yer hands. As well as a rapier."

[kj1225]

((Is he a Skyrim guard?))

[Flying Dice]

"Mayhap that could happen."

Search for someone willing to swap a scimitar for one of the spare rapiers.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Acid Splash the lock.

[Nerjin]

You quickly find a man willing to trade his scimitar. In fact, he seems almost eager for the trade to occur "Just ten gold and it's yours!".

[Nerjin]

The first thing you see is the source of the music. A rail-thin Half-orc who seems to have eaten only just enough to survive and dressed in tattered clothing that seems pieced together by an uneasy hand. His well groomed hair and excellently cared for fife are the most intriguing things about him. He notices the door fall and nearly stops playing in surprise but immediately starts back up when a threatening gravelly voice commands:

”Keep playing Fifemonkey lest I burn those eyes of yours out.” turning towards the source of the noise you see a tall, relatively speaking, dwarf covered in scars with a beard like flowing gold. ”So, I suppose by the looks of you, you aren’t any of my crew. A shame, I was looking forward to the promotion. I suppose it speaks well of your piss poor fighting skills that you managed to survive this long. Perhaps you’ll want to leave now before I get angry. Maybe some of my men will allow you to live.” He pauses, but a fraction of a second, before yelling in a rage ”That’s an order!”

As he stands from his ornately carved chair you notice that he seems to wield a flail and seems quite at home in his Chainmail shirt. ”You have until the count of three to get off my boat!” He shouts as he swings his flail haphazardly, causing Fifemonkey to flinch, and breaking his chair.

There is silence for a second as he stares at it.

”NOW LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!!! I’M GOING TO CRUSH YOU!”
 

Kyle – 22
Richye – 18
Eileen – 16
Ulfgar - 15
Lora – 13
Ylva - 11
Vicnan – 8
Jernak – 5
Fifemonkey – 2

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Kyle [1/8]
Richye [1/5]
Eileen [8/8]
Ulfgar [Healthy]
Lora [7/7]
Ylva [3/13]
Vicnan [4/7]
Jernak [4/12]
Fifemonkey [Healthy]

Inspire Courage
Duration: Fifemonkey stops playing + 5 rounds
Affected: Fifemonkey, Ulfgar

[kj1225]

Kyle heads towards the commotion I guess?