ic The Purple Dolphin Inn

[bloodsprite]

3 hours ago, joran1313 said:

Sven

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As the frog has taken his place on the stage, Sven is entranced by his song and wit. Bringing a couple of extra mugs of ale to the stage, he hands one to the frog.

"Now that is something else! A true master of wit and song. One who really knows how to use their tongue! Have a drink on me!"

 

 

 

 

With a mischievous glint in his amphibian eyes, Rib Lilysinger accepts the mug of ale from Sven with a gracious nod. "Ah, Sven, you flatter me," Rib quips with a sly grin, raising the mug in a mock salute. "But you see my friend, it's not just about the tongue; it's about the melody that dances upon it, weaving tales of laughter and adventure." Rib takes a sip of the ale, savoring the taste before continuing, "Though I must admit, a quick wit does help in navigating the choppy waters of life." He flashes a playful wink at Sven. "But enough about me, let's raise a toast to camaraderie and the joy of a well-spun tale!" With that, Rib raises his mug at the gathered potential crew in a boisterous cheer, "To the stories we will make!"
"Sven, `you have any stories to tell that I can borrow for a tune?"

Edited March 15 by bloodsprite (see edit history)

[8w_gremlin]

Manny

"A calm sea does not make a skilled sailor, nor does an easy fight make a true warrior."

In the bustling ambience of the crowded tavern, Manny's eyes finally caught sight of Althea Whirlgrazer, his old hunting partner and friend. As he navigated through the throng of patrons, a wave of camaraderie and nostalgia washed over him. Upon reaching her, his face broke into a wide, genuine smile, the kind reserved for old friends long missed.

"Ngakau o te Moana, Althea!" he greeted her with warmth, using a term from his native tongue, meaning 'heart of the sea,' a nod to their shared adventures and the unbreakable bond forged in the wilds. "It's been too long since the winds have favoured our reunion. How have the lands treated you, my fierce Bariaur companion?" His voice, rich with affection and respect, carried over the din, expressing a deep-seated joy at their unexpected encounter amidst the sea of faces.

Manny embraces Althea, pressing his forehead gently against hers in a traditional greeting of closeness and respect; they share a single breath, a moment of silent understanding before stepping back, their mutual ease and camaraderie instantly rekindled.

OOC, Mechanics

Manny would be from the Tohorā Wairua (Ghost whale) tribe

 

[rorytheromulan]

 

Althea

Althea begins chatting away in a mellow tone, the age gap between her and Manny seemingly unapparent or unrecognized. "Outside, wonderfully. In here, at times I feel like the walls are going to shrink in on us. Been here for just a day, truth be told. I spent yesterday afternoon running in the green beyond outskirts of the town. Coming here was like taking a splash of muddy water in the face, and part of me wants to trade places with Flute, but it has its charms - and good wine, to my relief. What about you? How's the Sea, how are things with the Whales?"

OOC: I think I might age her up to match my inner voice for her. "Flute" is her pet eagle.

[joran1313]

Sven

Returning the salute, he joins in.

"Ah, none that would make for a fair and happy tune. Too many a dirges and of sorrow. A song of death and revenge rarely make for an enjoyable tune for a night like tonight. We would need one of fun and whimsy to get the crowd riled up!"

 

He thinks for but a moment before a twinkle comes upon his eye.

 

"Why a hear a story when we can make one as we go? A story of love gained and lost and of ale. Now how about that for one tall tale?"

 

 

[Avaday Daydream]

 

Lastanor Nightwater

As Trask went ahead of him, Lastanor stopped on the stairs, taking in the sight of the vast crowd filling the tavern, momentarily lost for words.
After several minutes of just watching and listening, his fins twitching at a mention of his name (was that a...singing frog?), he shook his hooded head slightly and descended the rest of the way, making for a table that had just been vacated.

Seating himself down, he reached into one of his satchels, feeling around for a bit before pulling out two books, setting them on the table with some parchment and ink.
Flipping the books open, one filled with logs and annotations*Upon closer examination, it's a listing of missing Andaron ships, sunken in battle or lost at sea, and their last known coordinates., the other's pages oddly shifting before forming a map, the cloaked sahuagin studied them both carefully, before picking up a quill and starting to sketch out some kind of plan.

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[Lord Foul]

Dorian Hawkwind

With the objectionable cat moved out of his immediate vicinity, Dorian's temper quickly returns to a more normal state. That was a little too close for comfort, he thinks. Wouldn't be seemly to get into a fight with the Captan's pet while trying to gain a place in her crew.

The episode does leave him with some doubts, however. What would life at sea be like with that creature aboard? He shakes his head to rid himself of such thoughts, and looks around for something to take his mind off his concerns.

He then notices the charming bariaur Althea again, in the embrace of a big muscular fellow resplendent in tattoos. He times his approach so as not to interrupt their tender moment, but in a convenient pause he steps closer to the couple and says:

"Aha, Althea, I see you were not boasting of the prowess of your mate. Good evening to you, sir. I'm Dorian... Dorian Hawkwind. I have had the pleasure of sharing a little conversation with your charming spouse while waiting for our interviews. It is a further pleasure to meet you. Are you also looking to join the crew?" ☺️

 

 

[8w_gremlin]

Manny

"A calm sea does not make a skilled sailor, nor does an easy fight make a true warrior."

Manny, blushes, smiles, and laughs heartily at the assumption, and offers a polite yet firm correction, his voice steady and imbued with the warmth of the seas he calls home. "Good evening, Dorian Hawkwind. I am Manaia Whakatere, of the Tohorā Wairua; but many call me Manny," you notice that his surname sounds like it starts with an F sound.

"While Althea is a dear friend and esteemed hunting partner, we are not bound in matrimony. Our bonds are forged in adventure and mutual respect, not the ties of a spouse." He looks over to Althea to make sure that she is ok with what he is saying, a silent communication between them

"Yes, I am here to explore opportunities with the Captain and crew, drawn by the call of the ocean and the promise of new horizons. Your acquaintance is welcome, as are all who share the spirit of the voyage ahead." His tone, though correcting, is open and friendly, reflecting his tribe's values of honesty, respect, and the deep connections formed not by titles, but by shared experiences and trials "Are you too hunting opportunities?"

 

[Lord Foul]

Dorian Hawkwind

"Ah, forgive me for my mistake," replies Dorian. "I saw the two of you in a warm embrace and jumped to the wrong conclusion." ☺️

Dorian doesn't appear to be embarrassed by his faux pas; it's a common enough occurrence for him. There is something genuinely warm and comforting in this big warrior, though, that immediately puts him at his ease.

"Me? Yes, I've had some exciting times on the seas, but I crave more adventure... more of the thrill of the chase and the challenge of the privateer. I'm hoping the captain will see my potential and grant me that opportunity. And you... Manny... do you have much experience? I've been talking with as many people as I can and they're a really varied group of... folk. The captain certainly has a lot to choose from." 😊

"Oh my," he says suddenly, noticing a new arrival at a table nearby. "The fish has come down from upstairs. I hope there isn't going to be a scene when the cat spots him!" 🤨

 

 

Edited March 16 by Lord Foul (see edit history)

[whitelancer]

Quotara

Quotara Windswept HP: 80/80 Saves: Fort 9, Ref 15, Will 6 AC: 32, 32(touch), 23 (flat-footed), Init: +8 Speed: 40'|Climb '|Swim 70'
Skills: Bal 21, Climb 21, Hide 26, Intimidate 18, Jump 19, Geo 15, Listen 13, MS 26, Perform 16, Search 24, Spot 20, Tumble 24, Swim: 19

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Finishing her circuit of the dining area, the red haze clears from her eyes. There no spy, or they had already left. Shaking off the last of the fury clam returned. All the feelings of loss and age sunk low as an orca before the strike, biding its time. There would be a chance for a strike, to punish and take everything and more... but not now. Letting out a breathe she moves to the bar, ordering a bottle of rum and some glasses to take with her, returning towards to her more original form, hair turning pale, scales reappearing. Smiling as she returns to the upper floor, the eager excitement returns. A chance here to make new friends, tell stories, and share in the emotions of awaiting who will sail together and who will find different adventure.

 

Returning to Frenza she offers a drink. "Please forgive my rudeness for stepping away so suddenly. You had asked about my sailing experience, had you heard of either ship?"

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[rorytheromulan]

 

Althea

(Dorian & Manny)

Althea coughs nervously and touches the back of her neck and gives Manny a small nod. She glances in the direction the sahuagin, eyeing the creature with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, before answering for her buddy.

"Varied indeed. My people have overcome their apprehension of this world with our wanderlust, in recent years. I wonder if I'll meet any of my kin in my travels? But unlike me, Manny here is actually a veteran in the battles between Andaron and Iverina. Isn't that right?"

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Edited March 16 by rorytheromulan (see edit history)

[KellyCat]

Erika Sanolda

The Dart Game

As the game slowly started to break apart and the challengers went in different directions, Erika took one last long drag of her beverage to empty her mug. She looked over at the half finished bottle of wine with a small look of almost disappointment that the others hadn’t finished the contents. Oh well… If I leave it out, maybe someone else will view it as a windfall. Erika thought to herself, knowing she wouldn’t touch the alcohol. It wasn’t that she couldn’t drink, or possibly that she wouldn’t drink… She did not trust herself enough when she did drink to make wise choices, and something about the eccentric batch of people who were trying out for positions on the crew suggested that she should keep her wits about her. 

Something Dorian said about a spy in the tavern suddenly sank into her mind as she closed her eyes to fight down a small moment of unease. Two decades is a long time. Surely any spy would not be on the hunt for me… They are much more likely to be after the captain than me. She pushed down her thoughts as she caught a hint of the music from the stage and made her way in that direction.

The Stage

Seeing the hardwood stage brought back many memories for Erika as she had worked on many stages like this during the days when coin was tight. When hunger had tightened its grip around her stomach she fought to keep her focus on what she was doing. Now she didn’t struggle so much, and hoped not to get that desperate again. Erika took a deep breath and made her way up onto the stage without the common fear of a first time performer, and opened the case of her violin and picked up the bow. 

 

Closing her eyes, she let her bow caress over the tight strings as she focused on the memory of a song. Letting her fingers dance along the strings as she called up a familiar tune from her homeland often sung around the fire during cold nights. Erika could almost hear the voices of her siblings as she let the warm encouraging song fill the tavern hall, bringing a genuine smile to her face. Fond memories of repairing fishing nets by firelight after their father’s return to port when life was much less complicated.  

 

As the song came to a close, she switched her performance to a classical Andaronian drinking song as she switched up the tempo and playing style to a more folkstyle performance. She tapped her foot along with the beat as she moved her fingers along the stings with familiar practice. The quick tempo made her feel younger than her actual age would suggest, and she played with a joyful enthusiasm.

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[8w_gremlin]

Manny

"A calm sea does not make a skilled sailor, nor does an easy fight make a true warrior."

Manny's expression carries the weight of a sea weathered by storms, his voice tinged with the melancholy of past battles. "Indeed, Althea tells it true. I've seen my share of skirmishes between Andaron and Iverina, having sailed under Captain Lirael Windrunner. Those experiences, while often glamorized in the tales spun in Queenston's taverns, are not something I boast about." He looks into the bottom of his tankard, you notice it's carved leather and bone, depicting several sea fae danging in the waves. You think you remember a few of the stories still told to this day about a daring sea captain and her first mate, could this be that man?

"The sea has been both my home and battlefield, and while the allure of adventure and the necessity of defence have called me to action, the reality is often far from the romantic tales sung by bards. My return to the sea, even under a letter of marque, is driven by a blend of duty and the need to make a living. It's about navigating the challenges ahead with the skills I've honed over the years, rather than seeking glory. The sea offers a future, albeit an uncertain one, but it's a path I'm prepared to tread, with all its storms and calm." He looks up, realising he has become maud and melancholy

"Bah, enough of this old sailor, let us drink and be merry, there is such talent here to amaze and delight even the darkest of heart" he calls over a serving man, and gets drinks for them all.

 

[Steel Warrior]

Gatto Von Mëoita

Gatto Von Mëoita HP: 144/144 Saves: Fort 12, Ref 10, Will 10 AC: 27, 24(touch), 23 (flat-footed), Init: +4
Speed: 40'|Climb 30'|Swim 30' Skills: Bal 17, Climb 21, Hide 28, Jump 22, MS 36, Spot 32, Tumble 24, Swim: 19
Active Invocations: All-Seeing EyesYou gain a supernaturally precise vision of the world around you. You gain the benefits of comprehend languages, albeit for written words only. Additionally, you gain a +6 bonus on Search and Spot checks. All-seeing eyes lasts for 24 hours., Call of the BeastYou gain a rapport with the beasts of the world. You gain the wild empathy ability as a druid of your warlock level and can communicate with animals as if under the effect of speak with animals. This invocation lasts for 24 hours., Devil's SightYou gain the visual acuity of a devil for 24 hours. You can see normally in darkness and magical darkness out to 30 feet., Leaps and BoundsYou invoke this ability to gain amazing agility. You gain a +6 bonus on Balance, Jump, and Tumble checks for 24 hours., See the UnseenWhen you use this invocation, you can activate great powers of vision, allowing you to see invisible creatures and objects (as see invisibility). You also gain darkvision out to 60 feet for a period of 24 hours., SpiderwalkYou can grant yourself the ability to spider climb (as the spell) with a duration of 24 hours. While this invocation is in effect, you are unaffected by webs (either mundane or magical).

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As Gatto lay lazily on the rafter above, he opens an eye and sees that the mermaid has returned and that blonde man had gone elsewhere. Being one who enjoys pets, he casually climbs down the beam and then rubs up against the mermaid, smiling at her, "Meowdi lady of the oceans." he says, "Spy no find, maybe spy hiding now."

"Pets please!" he says boldly to Quotara. He turns his attention to Fenza and the shiny winged elf. "I have other gifts if shiny ball nots to your likings." he adds, then from a pouch, he pulls out several small stones and as he raises his paw, they begin to float around his head. They seem to be painted dull grey ioun stones with no special properties. Gatto then begins to paw at them, batting them away and watching them float back over his head.

 

[bloodsprite]

17 hours ago, Avaday Daydream said:

 

Lastanor Nightwater

As Trask went ahead of him, Lastanor stopped on the stairs, taking in the sight of the vast crowd filling the tavern, momentarily lost for words.
After several minutes of just watching and listening, his fins twitching at a mention of his name (was that a...singing frog?), he shook his hooded head slightly and descended the rest of the way, making for a table that had just been vacated.

Seating himself down, he reached into one of his satchels, feeling around for a bit before pulling out two books, setting them on the table with some parchment and ink.
Flipping the books open, one filled with logs and annotations*Upon closer examination, it's a listing of missing Andaron ships, sunken in battle or lost at sea, and their last known coordinates., the other's pages oddly shifting before forming a map, the cloaked sahuagin studied them both carefully, before picking up a quill and starting to sketch out some kind of plan.

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Rib finds himself drawn to Erika Sanolda's performance on the stage. He listens intently to the haunting melody of her violin, transported by the memories she evokes with her music. Rib's heart swells with emotion as he joins in the chorus of the Andaronian drinking song, his voice blending with the others in a joyful celebration of life and camaraderie.
Throughout it all, Rib Lilysinger remains the observant bard, taking in the sights and sounds of the tavern with a keen eye and a playful spirit, eager to see what adventures await him and his newfound companions on the high seas. 

For example, Rib Lilysinger had observed Lastanor Nightwater earlier settling down at a nearby table, flipping through his books and parchment with a focused air; Rib couldn't help but be intrigued by the sahuagin's meticulous preparations. Curiosity piqued, Rib saunters over to Lastanor's table with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his webbed fingers drumming lightly on the surface.
"Quite the scholar you are, my friend," Rib quips, leaning in slightly to better look at the books and maps spread out before Lastanor. "Planning your next conquest, are we? Or perhaps charting a course through the treacherous waters of fate?"
Rib's playful banter is accompanied by a crooked grin. His amphibian features reflect genuine interest in Lastanor's activities. He waits for a response, eager to engage the sahuagin in conversation and learn more about the enigmatic figure in their midst.

[Avaday Daydream]

Lastanor Nightwater

Lastanor's hood turned to give Rib Lilysinger a brief glance, before stopping and taking a proper look, taking in their froggy appearance.
"You were singing earlier," he observed, before a thought occurred to him, "Your name wouldn't happen to be Michigan J. Frog, would it?"

After that bizarre question, Lastanor's gaze returned to what was evidently a chart he was plotting out.
"You may look, if you wish. I am currently calculating a route to the shipwreck of the Wise Turtle. It was a sturdy ship that often sailed as escort during the war, before being sunk by the Iverinans. From what I've heard, while the captain managed to save the crew, some of his...more valuable personal effects went down with the ship." he explained.
"That is what I do; I locate shipwrecks and other ruins on the ocean floor, and I recover what there is to be recovered. Sometimes I recover the entire ship." he added, with an audible if not visible smirk.

Turning back to Rib, Lastanor reached up and pushed back his hood slightly, so his face and eyes were at least partially visible.
"What about you?" he asked, "I assume that you are applying for a position on the Swift Vengeance. What goals do you have in doing so?"

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