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[Dwarmin]

OOC Thread: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=150308.0
New World Map

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=Player List=

Ker Packbrother, Human Ranger (Frying Dice)
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=180516

Nigma, Changeling Rogue(Mynameismatteral)
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=180881

Natalee Chavee, Halfling Rogue (Maniac)
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=182861

Ispil Desdaea, Human Monk (UXLXQQ)
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=181629

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[Dwarmin]

The Catherine's Luck isn't the most seaworthy of vessels, but at least it's not overcrowded. You've all heard the horror stories of captains packing immigrants to the New World in every spare inch of space, even locking them in the hold to make more room...still, Captain Catherine has said she's made the trip a dozen times, and no worse for wear...

Two weeks at sea and you've yet to espy the land you've all traveled so far to find. The weather has varied between bad and worse. Right now, it's a bit worse-rain slapping the porthole windows, wind whistling through the halls, the creaking of the hull under stress as the ocean vents it's rage upon you...

Four people of no particular importance have found themselves on this vessel together, passengers together by chance.

A man who is not a man, who desires power for reasons he has never questioned.

A hooded monk who wonders about the nature of those he hunts.

A confident Halfling girl with a love of knowledge.

A rough looking hunter who dreams of wolf howls.

The small group has all been roused from their dreams, personal amusements, and nightly ruminations by the fury of the storm pounding the hull. They find themselves gathered in the ships mess hall by chance, each one possessing an odd feeling that the waiting is almost over...

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Spoiler: Loot, Experience, Quests, Rumors and Opportunities (click to show/hide)

Ker Packbrother
0/300 XP to level 2
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Nigma
50/300 XP to level 2
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Natalee
0/300 XP to level 2

"...we divided it into a hundred shares, each one priced at 200 gold...get yourself ten pearls, and I'll welcome you as a full partner-you can sit at the table with us, and decide on where we sail, what we go after. Until then, yer a stranger with no money and big ideas. Fair enough, Ma'am?"

Natalie has discussed joining the crew of the sailing vessel Catherine's Luck. Her best way is to buy her way in, gaining enough blue pearls in ship stock to join the captain and other decision makers aboard the vessel.

Clues
~Catherine has offered to sell Natalie five shares at 200 gold each.
~The rest of the crew may be willing to sell or barter their pearls as well.
~Occasionally, there is a high stakes card game aboard the vessel where pearls may be earned-and fortunes lost.

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Ispil
0/300 XP to level 2

"..."Broke? Well, in the event of complete and total mechanical failure. or the impending notion of such-as if the ship was about to sink-I'd be free to go home, and pursue a new contract. If they fixed the machine, they would have to get another Elemental to run it. Otherwise, my contract stipulates I am to power this machine until the end of it's lifecycle..."

Ispil has gathered that an Elemental being of flame named Brenna is magically bound to the vessel Catherine's Luck until it's out out of commission. His personal morals demand action.

Clues
There are several ways he can think to accomplish this.
~Close the steam pipes tightly, that regulate the pressure to the boiler. Too much pressure, and the boiler explodes.
~Throw a wrench into the works. He knows the steam powers a spinning thing (turbine). Stop the turbine, or the machine it runs, and the thing breaks down.
~Sink the ship.

~He has located the Steamworks on the ship, but they currently guarded by a teenager, and a padlocked chain fence.

"..."...It's the story of Jenny Crowlander, and her adventures in the New World. She and her friends were real heroes...back when there were real heroes, you know..."

Ispil learned some things about the legendary Jenny Crowlander which may come in handy.

Clues
~She apparently faced beings called the 'Dancing Dead'-if you make the mistake of talking to them, they will follow you relentlessly. According to the legend, they can't cross water, though.
~She also fought Giant Crabs of some sort, who seemed to lack any major weak point one could strike them for massive damage. The legend says that fire was effective against them.
~Her husband Captain Maeloc reputedly once negotiated with the Parrakoa-the green bird folk-by speaking in riddles, which apparently is the only sort of words they understand.
~Captain Catherine's Son has the book where more rumors can be found, but he seems unwilling to give it up for free. He might trade for it, however.

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Ker Packbrother (Flying Dice)
Class: Ranger
Symbol: W
12/12 HP left
Status: Healthy
Death Saves Remaining:3/3
Resting HD Remaining:1d10/1
Effects: None
Active Abilities: None

Wielding: Wolfkin Longbow (Ker carved this himself, like most of his gear-it bears not the marks of a master craftsman, but the painstaking knowledge of the trial and error had underwent to perfect it's draw to his exact specifications. Ironically, it's not the best made bow, but it fits Ker's hand better than any other weapon would.)
Wearing: Patchwork Leather Armor (No exact style of craftsmanship can be attributed to this wear-it seems to be a pathwork collection of feathers, scraps of raw leather and studded leather, thick cloth, and even small plates of metal in certain places-a collection from a dozen nations and twice as many various peoples. Like a second skin, Ker has been growing it for almost his entire life.14 AC)

Thirst/Hunger: Full
Money: 10 GP
Ammunition: 20 Arrows
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=180516

Nigma (My Name is Immaterial)
Class: Rogue
Symbol: $
9/9 HP left
Status: healthy
Death Saves Remaining:3/3
Resting HD Remaining:1d8/1
Effects: None
Active Abilities:
Changeling Shift/Current Form:

Wielding: Trophy Dagger (A simple weapon with an enormously bloody history, this simple length of well honed, unadorned killing steel was a prize taken from an early mark-though Nigma might not remember exactly which one.)
Wearing: Leather Armor (Designed with some very odd specifications-this reliable leather armor has been upgraded with a clever mix of padded buckles, pockets for padding, and leather straps that allow it to change it's configuration on the fly, to comfortably fit any number of forms it's user might choose to take. 14 AC)

Thirst/Hunger: Full
Money: 15 GP
Ammunition: 20xArrows
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=180881

Natalee Chavee (Maniac)
Class: Rogue
Symbol: X
8/8 HP left
Status: Healthy
Death Saves Remaining:3/3
Resting HD Remaining:1d8/1
Effects: None
Active Abilities:

Wielding:  ()
Wearing: ( 14 AC)

Thirst/Hunger: Full
Gold:
Ammunition:
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=182861

Ispil Desdaea (UXLZ)
Class: Monk
Symbol: %
9/9 HP left
Status: Healthy
Death Saves Remaining:3/3
Resting HD Remaining:1d8/1
Effects: None
Active Abilities: None

Wielding: Standard Issue Shortsword (Ispil's blade is half a can opener and a meat cutter, half a tool for clearing greenery and poking things he doesn't want to touch with his bare hands. It's short, blunt edge is designed for more hacking utility than warfare, but he's trained enough to use it as a weapon, if the situation warrants it. Formerly a soldiers tool, bought at a bargain price before he left port.)
Wearing: Commoner clothes and Hood (Ispil's common wear is unassuming, dull earthtone clothing, with a deep hood. Designed for ease of movement and acts of agility, he wears it as comfortably and reliably as any suit of armor. AC 15

Thirst/Hunger: Full
Money: 15 GP
Ammunition: 10xDarts
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=181629

((Now you can post. Will finish the character info fluff soon. Just Question marks for now!))

[My Name is Immaterial]

Nigma is currently using a persona called Earl for the passage. Earl is a rather average looking young man in his early twenties, with light brown hair, and tanned skin. He's in the new world looking to get away from his father, who he had had a falling out with, and start a new life.
Earl is standing, gripping a vertical beam for stability while looking anxiously out the portholes. The storm kept him from returning to sleep, so he ventured here for company. He had left his gear in his cabin, so he is just in his normal clothes. Nigma likes to wear a dagger openly, with another hidden, and tonight is no different.
If anyone seems to be unoccupied with their own thoughts, he asks "What's the first thing you're going to do once you get off this ship?"

[Flying Dice]

Ker glances at the plain-looking two-legs and utters a single growling laugh from deep in his throat before looking away. He has braced himself at the joining of two bulkheads with one hand, the other occupied with stroking something beneath his cloak.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Earl shoots a quizzical glance at the bescarfed man. He's a bit miffed, but has no interest in starting anything.

[mainiac]

If anyone seems to be unoccupied with their own thoughts, he asks "What's the first thing you're going to do once you get off this ship?"

Natalie had been sitting alone in a dark corner of the ship writing.  The language she was writing in wasn't a script familiar to any man, or any other halfling for that matter but was a tiny set of symbols of her own devising that she used to conserve paper.  It had been handy for her as a small child when she was still getting a formal education since she could fit many answers on a single unobtrusive scrap of paper.

Natalie worked on the plan, writing and rewriting it.  Step one was the ship; the ship lead to everything else.  Once she had a ship she would be able to start making inroads with the lowlifes she would need to free her father.  Once she had a ship she would be able to bait the trap for the long con on Seranko.  Once she had a ship she'd have her floating sanctuary and could start trading in favors to earn some real power.  So the ship comes first...

Well actually food came first.  Her hunger was bad enough to overcome the seasickness and make her appetite return.  Natalie tucked away the plan and went to scrounge up some hardtack.  The diminutive woman breathed through the seasickness as she walked over towards Earl.  Company would settle her stomach in a way that food certainly wouldn't.  And Earl was quite obliging by asking Natalie a question, her favorite thing in the world.

"First thing I'm going to do?  Vomit, probably, but that's neither here nor there.  Second thing I'll do is find a bar and  have a nice mug of lager.  But you humans dont care for lager, do you?  Third thing, that's the fun part, assuming I can find a paladin and enough ships captains who are interested in making boatloads of money." Natalie gave a self satisfied smile as she thought about the third part.  "Assuming of course we survive this trip.  I wonder if I shouldn't have checked out the vessel more carefully before I booked passage.  Odd ship, isn't it?"

[UXLZ]

"It certainly isn't very stable. Are ships always like this?"

Ispil is having difficulty keeping himself focused with the sickeningly swaying ship beneath his feet. It was his first time being on such a long voyage, and he still hadn't gotten used to it. Normally he wouldn't be so sociable given his mission, but he didn't see any need to be on guard here. He doubted these people had any connection with what he needed to do.

[My Name is Immaterial]

"First thing I'm going to do?  Vomit, probably, but that's neither here nor there.  Second thing I'll do is find a bar and  have a nice mug of lager.  But you humans dont care for lager, do you?  Third thing, that's the fun part, assuming I can find a paladin and enough ships captains who are interested in making boatloads of money." Natalie gave a self satisfied smile as she thought about the third part.  "Assuming of course we survive this trip.  I wonder if I shouldn't have checked out the vessel more carefully before I booked passage.  Odd ship, isn't it?"

Earl's face turns from a grin at her first comment, to a nod of agreement at her second, a raised eyebrow in confusion with the third, and a look of worry at the last part.
"I've never been on ship before. Are you suggesting that we're going to sink?"

"It certainly isn't very stable. Are ships always like this?"

Ispil is having difficulty keeping himself focused with the sickeningly swaying ship beneath his feet. It was his first time being on such a long voyage, and he still hadn't gotten used to it. Normally he wouldn't be so sociable given his mission, but he didn't see any need to be on guard here. He doubted these people had any connection with what he needed to do.

Earl just gives a small shrug, sharing in the pale man's confusion.

"My name's Earl, by the way. Not that it'll matter much if we're going to sink..."

[UXLZ]

Ispil smiled and gave his own name in turn.

"Norn."

It was a lie he had told many times before. Real names were forbidden from use outside the monastery's boundaries, lest they be used to track down down things like family members or lovers to be used as bargaining chips. Ispil had no family or spouse, but he adhered to the rules all the same.
Besides, he thought, names had a certain power to them. Better safe than sorry.

[Flying Dice]

Staring at Ispil, Ker barks out, "You feel it too, don't you? These floating houses are even worse than the other sort, nothing natural about them."

[UXLZ]

"They certainly aren't very pleasant, though I don't know about how natural they are."

Ispil was surprised to see Ker speak. He didn't seem one for small talk.

[Dwarmin]

At that moment, there's a terrible lash of lightning some where outside, very close to the ship-anyone peering out the porthole at that moment is momentarily blinded by a bright white flash, and all of you hear the terrific boom that buffets the vessel. A moment after, the floor begins an subtle, yet extremely uncomfortable cant to the left-not enough to toss you off your feet, but enough to make one want to brace against something for balance-any unattended object shifts slightly to the left. A small metal cup clatters to the floor and rolls against the wall with a *tink*.

The unstable groaning gets louder, along with a series of rapid metallic popping sounds which most of you think might be the copper rivets on the hull coming off, for those of you that wonder about such things.

[UXLZ]

Losing control of his normal calm features for a fraction of a second, Ispil shows worry on his face and braces himself against whatever is nearby and suitable.

"That cannot be a good sign."

[Flying Dice]

Ker pushes himself further into his corner, visibly tense. He seems fixated on the door.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Earl's face turns even greener and he mutters a prayer to Fharlanghn under his breath.