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<[DM]_Hatter> The clouds roll in over the skies above the boat, blotting out the sun's rays and turning the area into a false night like no other has seen. The waves crash up abit as the wind blows heavily, the boat sails slowly away from the Island on an aimless direction being pushed by the wind alone.
* [PC]_Lystos lays on a hammock, stretched between two support posts in the galley, with a mug of ale near him, half-neglected.
* [PC]_Alecs sits atop a barrel below deck, nibbling on a hunk of cheese, chatting away with the floating skull. She is still anxious, but has calmed down a bit from last night. At the moment, her stomach is slightly queasy from the unsteady ride.
* [PC]_Cyenen looks over the bow of the ship, and lets the motion of the boat rock her mind into utter obliviousness. The storm calmed her wracked nerves.
* [PC]_Alecs finishes off her hunk of cheese, then sighs. She still didn't think this was going to be a good idea, but she couldn't run away. Not this time. She hopped off the barrel, dragging Mr. Bones along behind her in the air, then made for the deck of the ship, finding Cyenen, "Um...I need to talk to you...and Lystos, I guess."
<[PC]_Cyenen> "what is it little one?"
<[PC]_Alecs> "Well...if we're going to be together, I don't think we can stay near any towns. Or forests. Or...well, you know. And...ah, Mr. Bones...ah, I'll tell you and Lystos both. I don't like repeating myself."
<[PC]_Cyenen> "Thats fine Alecs. Just keep your.. Friend, under control, ok?"
* <[NPC]_Anverius sighs heavily "Familiar, not friend. Big difference. I can still bite into your chest and Alecs would still have me a familiar." he laughs heavily.
* [PC]_Alecs heads below deck with Cyenen to find Lystos, "He'll behave. Probably. No, no, he'll be good." She walked into the room, "Hey! Important meeting time, so nap time is over."
* [PC]_Cyenen chuckles slightly "No offense meant Anverius"
* [PC]_Lystos slowly turns his head. cracking one eye open. "Mmm. I trust that you have something important to say, Alecs, as you feel the need to interrupt my dreaming."
* [PC]_Alecs nods, "I do. Mr. Bones wasn't the only one getting ready for a war. Last night, he told me of someone else who was up to the same thing."
* [PC]_Lystos sits straight up, with a worried look on his face. "More sorcery?"
* [NPC]_Makal lets out a loud snort in her sleep, not too far away from Lystos. She was still heavily intoxicated and in a sort of drunk coma.
<[PC]_Alecs> "No necromancy this time, but someone is putting together an army in some place called Bern."
* [PC]_Lystos climbs off of his hammock. "Bern is a stalwart ally of Ostia, to the south, over the Talon mountains... If there is a plot there, the king most likely does not know."
* [PC]_Alecs shrugs, "Well, I was going to go there anyways, but if you guys are going too...we can, ah...go together..." Heat rises in her cheeks.
* <[NPC]_Anverius stares at Cyenen, mostly chest level with a red glow from his eye sockets and what seems to be a large grin showing from the skull.
* [PC]_Cyenen looks back at him "Come and get me then. Walk over here, and come and get me."
* [PC]_Lystos shrugs. "That's fine by me. The more, the merrier, I say." He turns to the floating skull. "Cyenen... why does the skull watch your chest?"
* [PC]_Cyenen crosses her arms over her chest "Not sure Lystos."
* [PC]_Alecs looks down and briefly pats her own chest, frowning, "Doesn't matter! He doesn't even have eyes anyways..."
<[NPC]_Anverius> "Hm... These abilities of mine are limited but some of these... non-component spells... I didn't realize elves had such..." the red glow flickers as if he was quite enjoying the view.
* [PC]_Alecs uses her mage hand to drag him back, then pokes a finger from each hand into his eye sockets, "Such what?!"
* [PC]_Lystos rolls his eyes at the skull, and turns back to the party. "So, will we be off to Bern, then, or shall we continue trying to contemplate the skull's perversion?"
<[PC]_Alecs> "Both! I mean...we should do some shopping before we get there." She begins beating the skull like a drum, "No offense, but you guys could use all the help you can get."
* [PC]_Lystos nods. "There are many shops in Ostia, but I believe that my friend Valen - Cyenen's met him - could help us once more."
<[NPC]_Anverius> "She has such large breasts and it is very uncommon amongst elves! Its a rare occasion to see such large tips on them too... Heh, my vision spells are just... wonderful..." He laughs whole heartedly.
* [PC]_Alecs stops beating on Anverious, "Wait...you can cast spells? What kind...?"
<[NPC]_Anverius> "I can see traps, through clothing to an extent... Heh... I love that one..." he lets a grin slip "I can also swear at people hard enough to drive them away or give me what I want..."
* [PC]_Alecs 's face turns pink, then red, "Then why don't you look at me?! I mean...stop that, you pervert!" She slaps his jaw so hard he spins in the air like a top.
* [PC]_Lystos shakes his head, then heads for the deck to inform the crew of the new destination. "So, Ostia it is. Valen will have his hands full this time..."
<[PC]_Cyenen> "Yes, he will.."
* [NPC]_Anverius manages to stop his spin on the fourth rotation "I happen to look at you when you are not paying attention, the elf just happens to be absent minded and unattentive to perverts."
* [PC]_Alecs spends the next several moments setting Anverious on fire.
* [PC]_Lystos walks out onto the deck and lets out one of his sharp whistles again.
<[DM]_Hatter> Only the helmsman replies "What is it?! We actually going to be moving on our own or we just going to let these damned winds blow us around?!"
* [PC]_Cyenen laughs at Alecs and goes to the side of the ship watching the water
* [PC]_Lystos stares stonily at the helmsman. "...We make for Ostia, helmsman. You can find it, can you not?" He points to the mainland. "It's right over there. Can you manage to get us there, please?" He pauses, simply staring down the helmsman. "....Do it."
<[DM]_Hatter> The helmsman glares at Lystos and begins turning the wheel "You insult me with such words, I can you get anywhere you wish and yet you question if I can get you there."
* [PC]_Lystos ignores the rest of the helmsman's sass and returns below, to his hammock. He tosses himself into the hammock, only then realizing that he is still without his cloak. "Hmm... I did give it to her, didn't I? Ah, well."
* [NPC]_Makal gives a light groan in her sleep pulling the cloak tighter around herself within the clear sight of Lystos still sleeping within his presence.
* [PC]_Lystos looks at Makal and smiles. "...I'll let her keep it for awhile."
* [PC]_Cyenen looks out into the ocean and stares, lost in her own contemplative thoughts
<[DM]_Hatter> Two days of sailing pass with the sun rising on a stormy day, along the horizon of what could be seen - a small boat which looked like a small old fishing boat from the north. Six men on the deck standing with fishing poles in hand and swords & axes at their sides.
* [PC]_Alecs peeks over the side of the ship, "Pirates?"
* [PC]_Lystos stands on the deck, warily watching the small boat. He looks down at Alecs. "I do not think so, but I have been wrong many a time."
<[PC]_Alecs> "Oh well. They're pretty far away. If they sail to intercept us, I betcha they're pirates though."
<[PC]_Cyenen> "We have had our share of Pirates Alecs. I do not wish to have more expiriences again. Our last one was quite enough for my long lifetime."
<[PC]_Alecs> "I dunno. Pirates usually have lots of treasure, plus that boat is so small...hmm...maybe we should see if they're in trouble?"
<[PC]_Cyenen> "We should, but if it pirates... ah well."
* [PC]_Alecs asks the helmsman to approach the ship.
* [PC]_Lystos looks at the weapons the men are carrying. "Well, for fishermen, they are well-armed..." He looks to the party. "Be prepared for anything."
<[PC]_Alecs> "Relax. I totally rock at dealing with pirates." She draws her wand and casts mage armor on herself.
* [PC]_Lystos checks his bow's string. "It is my job to worry, Alecs. I am a guide, after all."
<[DM]_Hatter> The rickety old fishing boat floats closer to the large ship being pushed by the wind and one of the boat members gives a cry "By the gods! We are going to be rammed!" the rickety old wooden boat was made of entirely old wreckage from other boats and dried out wood.
* [PC]_Cyenen pulls her scimitar from her belt.
* [PC]_Alecs trusts the helmsman knows enough to not ram another ship, "Weigh anchor, please!" She peeks over the side, "Hiya. You guys look like you're in a pickle."
<[DM]_Hatter> The helmsman leans against the wheel with his eyes closed and a feint noise could be heard across the ship.
* [PC]_Lystos cringes at the sound. "That... cannot be good."
* [PC]_Lystos looks over the side at where the small boat should be.
<[PC]_Alecs> -r d20+3 listening
<Dicebot> [PC]_Alecs rolled d20+3 listening --> [ 1d20=16 ]{19}
<[PC]_Lystos> -r d20+7 listen
<Dicebot> [PC]_Lystos rolled d20+7 listen --> [ 1d20=15 ]{22}
<[PC]_Cyenen> -r d20+4
<Dicebot> [PC]_Cyenen rolled d20+4 --> [ 1d20=17 ]{21}
<[DM]_Hatter> The light noise that could be heard was the sound of snoring and cooing coming from the helm of the ship, feint but audible.
* [PC]_Alecs moves towards the sound and checks on the helmsman.
* [PC]_Lystos looks back at the helm. "Is he asleep?"
* [PC]_Alecs is still moving towards him.
<[DM]_Hatter> The sound grows increasingly louder as Alecs moves closer to him, realizing the Helmsman is asleep on his feet and unable to be awakened.
<[PC]_Alecs> "That's weird..." She rushes towards the wheel and attempts to turn the ship away from a collision.
<[DM]_Hatter> The wheel did not turn as the Helmsman was laying straight on it with his entire body weight.
* [PC]_Lystos runs over and yanks the helmsman from the wheel.
<[PC]_Alecs> "Guys! Some help! I weigh less than 30 lbs, in case you forgot!"
* [PC]_Lystos lays the helmsman on the ground and helps to turn the wheel. "Forgotten, never. Cyenen! Help us!"
<[DM]_Hatter> The distance between the fishing vessel and the large ship comes to be too close to even attempt to avoid it, the fishing vessel is in for a glooming day as the ship's begins to make contact slowlt.
* [PC]_Cyenen runs over to the wheel and grabs it trying to turn it in a different direction.
<[PC]_Alecs> "Guu...why did he fall asleep? Is the man ill?"
<[PC]_Alecs> -r d20+11 spellcraft check: magical sleep?
<Dicebot> [PC]_Alecs rolled d20+11 spellcraft check: magical sleep? --> [ 1d20=18 ]{29}
<[NPC]_Hatter> The sleep was quite natural but his face was quite pale and his body was thinning down, it was as if he was sickened by some form of ailment.
<[PC]_Alecs> "Did he look like that yesterday? What's going on...?"
<[PC]_Cyenen> "What is going on? There has to be a reason for this! The helmsman was FINE yesterday!"
<[PC]_Alecs> "No clue. Guy looks sick. Eww...I hope it isn't contagious..."
* [PC]_Cyenen looks at Alecs "I do not think so little one."
<[DM]_Hatter> The ship begins to rock and the rickety vessel on the receiving end of the larger one begins to shatter it was being run over by the large ship of the party's. The men onboard the rickety fishing vessel begin screaming for help and cries for their boat.
* [NPC]_Makal slowly stumbles from the bed as the boat begins to rock violently with a growl heard all over the boat as she makes her way onto the deck "What the nine hells is happening out here?!"
* [PC]_Cyenen takes a quick look around her, and calls to the crew. "ROPE! NOW!"
<[DM]_Hatter> The crew's response is unheard as portions of them lay across the deck and even the crow's nest crewman Matthias was unresponsive, the illness was amongst the crew of humans.
<[PC]_Alecs> "Eeee!!! I knew it was contagious!"
* [PC]_Cyenen searches the ship for rope quickly
<[PC]_Cyenen> -r d20+2 *SEARCH*
<Dicebot> [PC]_Cyenen rolled d20+2 *SEARCH* --> [ 1d20=17 ]{19}
<[DM]_Hatter> You find rope coiled against the mast, unused at the present moment.
* [PC]_Cyenen grabs the rope and calls to Makal "I NEED YOUR HELP!" She ties the rope around her waist tightly. "Makal. I need you to help me! You are the only one onboard strong enough for this. I need to get those men out of the water!" She throws the end of the rope to her swiftly
* [NPC]_Makal ears perk up as she rushes to Cyenen with a quirked brow "What is it, Lady Cyenen?" her eyes gaze into the water as they widen "By Pelor!" her hands begin to move as her arms begin to bulge then expand as if she was close to a transformation of some sorts. Her eyes shift into a draconic state as she catches the rope with a nod.
* [PC]_Cyenen dives over the side of the boat and into the water.
<[PC]_Cyenen> -r d20+2
<Dicebot> [PC]_Cyenen rolled d20+2 --> [ 1d20=5 ]{7}
* [PC]_Alecs watches Cyenen flounder, "Do you not know how to swim...?"
<[PC]_Cyenen> -r d20+2
<Dicebot> [PC]_Cyenen rolled d20+2 --> [ 1d20=5 ]{7}
* [NPC]_Makal pulls on the rope hard to keep Cyenen's head above the water "Swim, you damned elf, SWIM!"
<[PC]_Cyenen> -r d20+2
<Dicebot> [PC]_Cyenen rolled d20+2 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{16}
* [PC]_Cyenen sputters above water, the coldness of the waves causing her to lose her bearings. She swims over to the wreckage, untying the rope from her waist and tying it in knots around three of the sailors. "MAKAL! NOW! GET THEM ONBOARD!"
* [NPC]_Makal begins pulling on the rope, placing her feet onto the rails pulling them in slowly as they are pretty damned heavy "What are these guys?! Barbarians?!" her arms bulge from the action, showing off minor scaling in her flesh.
* [PC]_Alecs helps the first of the refugees aboard the ship, then examines them as closely as she can.
* [PC]_Cyenen calls to Makal "Hurry! The Rope!"
* [PC]_Lystos runs over to Makal. "Let me help!" He grabs the rope and begins pulling with Makal.
* [NPC]_Makal falls flat on her ass as they were jerked aboard and breathes heavily laying on the deck and her eyes beginning to flicker "I cant pull anymore... That was too damned much..."
<[PC]_Cyenen> "LYSTOS! HELP ME!" She keeps the remaining sailors above water, on the wreckage, while floundering herself, fighting the waves. "TUA AMIN!" (Help me!)
* [PC]_Lystos turns to the sound of Cyenen's voice and runs over to the railing. He sees Cyenen floating with three sailors. "Hold on! I am on my way!"
* [PC]_Lystos looks around for anything to help with Cyenen's rescue
* [PC]_Cyenen coughs and sputters, keeping the sailors above water, fighting against the waves for air
<[DM]_Hatter> The sailors pulled from the water are infact barbarians of the north, each with a different marking on them.
* [PC]_Lystos shakes his head. "Here we go..." He dives into the water after Cyenen and the sailors
<[PC]_Lystos> -r d20+3 swim check
<Dicebot> [PC]_Lystos rolled d20+3 swim check --> [ 1d20=20 ]{23}
<[PC]_Alecs> "If he's in the water, Makal is exhausted, and I'm a halfling...who is pulling them out?" She shakes one of the barbarians pulled up, "Hey, hey, time to help get your buddies out of the wet!"
* [PC]_Cyenen gasps and sputters for air, losing strength from the waves
<[PC]_Lystos> -r d20+3 swim check #2
<Dicebot> [PC]_Lystos rolled d20+3 swim check #2 --> [ 1d20=18 ]{21}
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarians remain unresponsive laying on the deck some coughing up water as they try to regain their focus and concentration on the situation.
* [NPC]_Makal stands to her feet breathing heavily while casting a final spell on herself (Divine Power) and she stands to feet with a glowing aura around her as she throws the rope out to the water near Lystos and Cyenen "Grab it!"
<[PC]_Cyenen> "Lystos! Hurry!"
* [PC]_Alecs sighs, then looks down to see what remains of the ship they were aboard.
* [PC]_Lystos grabs the rope, and pulls Cyenen and the sailors into it. "Hang on, this will be a hellride."
* [PC]_Cyenen gasps for air from the waves, and manages to keep conciousness clinging onto the rope and Lystos with her remaining strength
* [NPC]_Makal breathes heavily as she begins to haul in with the rest of her strength the group in the water
<[NPC]_Makal> -r d20+14 Strength Check
<Dicebot> [NPC]_Makal rolled d20+14 Strength Check --> [ 1d20=13 ]{27}
* [PC]_Alecs hauls alongside Makal, doing what little she can to help.
<[PC]_Alecs> -r d20-1 aid another
<Dicebot> [PC]_Alecs rolled d20-1 aid another --> [ 1d20=9 ]{8}
* [PC]_Lystos keeps himself and Cyenen above water. "We will be onboard soon... hang on."
* [NPC]_Makal continues to the pull even without the aid of the halfling with groans "Damned be me!" her growls begin to come deeper as they sound more draconic with the passing seconds
* [PC]_Lystos turns to make sure the sailors are still on the rope.
<[NPC]_Makal> -r d20+14 Strength Check
<Dicebot> [NPC]_Makal rolled d20+14 Strength Check --> [ 1d20=5 ]{19}
* [NPC]_Makal gives a final jerk on the rope bringing the rest of the crew onboard, and falls back against the mast breathing heavily sliding down the mast.
* [PC]_Cyenen hits the deck and falls limp, coughing up water then passing out
<[PC]_Alecs> "Jeez...no time to relax." She begins slapping the healthiest looking barbarian, "Hey, hey! Just as we get close to your ship, our entire crew falls into a coma. I want answers!"
* [PC]_Lystos sits on his knees, breathing heavily, looking at Cyenen and the sailors; lives he just helped to save. "I believe... I've done... my good deed... for the day..." he pants.
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarian being slapped raises from the ground and sits down "We... did nothing to your people..." his eyes trail off onto the crew "Its exhaustion, you do not let your crew rest enough..."
<[PC]_Alecs> "Right. And they just happened to take a break, all at once, the moment we came close." Flames begin to sizzle in the air around her and dance across her fingers, "Try again."
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarian glares at the halfling "Listen, tiny one... I speak the truth, it looks as if these men have not slept in days and they must be exhausted. They likely contracted an illness from the weather as well from being so damned exhausted."
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarian rises to his feet standing at a hefty 7'8" with a warhammer firmly attached to his back "Now, tiny friend. I thank you for your help in saving my crew..."
* [PC]_Alecs rolls her eyes and searches for Aniverius
* [PC]_Lystos turns to Makal. "Thank you... Makal... you saved us all...I would've... been... overwhelmed... without that rope..." he pants.
* [NPC]_Makal doesn't respond as she slowly closes her eyes feeling the power slowly drain from her body and all of her muscles at once retract to normal as they go limp.
* [PC]_Lystos rises to his feet, looking at Makal. He smiles warmly and runs a hand through his hair, sweeping it back. He turns to check on the other two barbarians. he checks the other two barbarians and finds them to be in stable condition. He then notices the elf, passed out on the deck. "Oh, no." He dashes to check on Cyenen. He rolls Cyenen on her side, to help her cough up the water she swallowed. "Cyenen! Wake up!" He hits Cyenen on the back, to induce coughing.
* [PC]_Cyenen continues to loll on the deck, her body writhing as she coughs up water, gasping for air "Lys...Lystos... tua...lle...." (Help them)
* [PC]_Lystos looks at Makal. "She's alive." He looks back down and nods. "Makal, help her. I must see to the other barbarians."
* [PC]_Cyenen tries to push off the deck, gasping for air, continuing to gag and choke on the water from her lungs.
* [NPC]_Makal remains motionless and unresponsive to his command as she laid against the mast with her eyes closed, her entire body limp and all of her spells that kept her strength up gone.
* [PC]_Lystos does the same to the other barbarians as he does to Cyenen, reviving them. He then notices Makal.
* [PC]_Lystos walks over to her, and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Makal?... Are you all right?"
* [PC]_Alecs continues looking for Anverious. If the barbarians really didn't do anything, he is her next suspect.
* [NPC]_Makal doesn't respond, her body was slightly cold to the touch and her cheeks were slightly red. It was as if she had drained the last of her energy to get them onto the boat.
* [PC]_Cyenen summons her strength, praying to Selune for help "Selune, my moonmaiden, help me." She pushes off the deck, and crawls to Makal and Lystos, continuing to gasp "Ma..Makal.. MAKAL!"
* [PC]_Lystos holds Makal in his arms. "She is spent..." he says to himself. He looks down to Cyenen. "Pelor help me."
<[PC]_Cyenen> "She... she must rest.."
* [PC]_Lystos nods to Cyenen, helping her to her feet, while holding Makal.
* [PC]_Cyenen looks to the barbarian on the deck "Please.. we need rest.. we cannot sail the ship.. please.. can you help us? Please.. can you sail...our ship... we cannot.."
* [PC]_Alecs continues looking for Anverious. If the barbarians really didn't do anything, he is her next suspect. "Hum...whatever took out the crew most likely has finally gotten through to Makal...which makes me wonder how much longer till we succumb."
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarian standing up looks down at Alecs and growls "It is DAMNED EXHAUSTION! Shut your trap, you little gnome or I'll punt your ass to the icy mountains of northlands!"
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarian looks down onto the elf on the deck and sighs "We can. We are experienced... Your crew must rest and we will begin sailing tomorrow. Get to bed."
<[PC]_Cyenen> "Diola.....Diola lle" (thank.. ..thank you)
* [PC]_Lystos nods to the barbarian. "We owe you, friend." He picks up Makal and carries her below deck, to her room, and lays her on her bed once again. "You may use my cloak for a little longer." He shuts the door and walks back out onto the deck. "I believe I may be able to help you pilot the ship. I have done naught but rest for two days hence. Would you allow me to give you a hand?"
[PC]_Alecs> "Harumph. I still don't trust this lot any further than I can throw them. An entire crew does not pass out all at once just because they were tired."
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarian reaches down grabbing Alecs by the scruff of the robes and pulls her up to his face with a menacing look in his eyes.
* [PC]_Alecs returns the look with equal ill intention, "Going to prove me right? A bit early to make your move, don't you think?"
* [PC]_Cyenen shouts with the last of her strength "ALECS! SILENCE YOUR FOOLISH TONGUE!" With that, she collapses.
* [PC]_Lystos sees Cyenen fall, and runs over to her. "You, too... You are going to bed." He picks her up and carries her below, to another cabin.
<[PC]_Cyenen> "Lystos..
* [PC]_Lystos lays Cyenen down on the bed of the staterooms. "Shh. You cannot be active in your condition. Sleep now."
<[PC]_Cyenen> "Stop... Alecs... before she does... something stupid..."
* [PC]_Lystos nods to her. "I will. Now rest. You may be needed later." He walks out, closing the door behind him.
* [PC]_Cyenen closes her eyes, letting sleep engulf her tired body
<[PC]_Alecs> "There. Six against one now. If you're going to try and take the ship, I suggest you do it now."
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarian stares straight at Alecs then proceeds to hang over the side of the railing with a glare "I have no ill intent with you nor your crew, I am a well spoken and literate
<[PC]_Alecs> "I have nothing to fear from idiots. It's those that scheme that cause me concern. I don't see how I can be the only one who finds this entire situation completely surreal..."
* [PC]_Lystos makes his way above deck, and towards the barbarian and Alecs. "Please, Alecs, stop antagonizing the man, he is obviously learned enough to have rationality." He turns to the man. "Please, let the halfling go. It is not worth holding a grudge against her. She is simply... volatile." He turns back to Alecs and gives her a hard stare. "Alecs. You are not helping the situation."
<[PC]_Alecs> "I have trust issues and every instinct I have is screaming for me to jump overboard right now. So sorry if I'm on edge." She wriggles out of his grip, "I'm be in my quarters."
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarian sighs heavily "Yes, dear sir, I do believe this is a worthless argument against a paranoid halfling with a problem with accepting the fact that the crew is exhausted." he nods solemnly "I wish nothing more than to fish and sing, that is all I want."
* [PC]_Lystos nods to the lead barbarian. "I am sorry for the trouble. My name is Lystos Harken. What is yours?"
<[DM]_Hatter> "I am Jamerique Van Hasinburg the Fifth of the Northern Kingdoms of Lasdor." the barbarian nods.
<[PC]_Lystos> "Jamerique. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He holds out his hand.
<[DM]_Hatter> The barbarian takes the man's hand and bows to him slowly "It is a pleasure to be on your boat, we are permitted to fish correctly?"
* [PC]_Lystos nods vigorously. "Of course. If you are willing to pilot our boat, fish all you like!" He chuckles a bit. He continues. "As I was saying, I would like to assist in whatever way I could. I have been resting for quite some time now, and I feel as though I could do some good here."
<[DM]_Hatter> Jamerique pulls his fishing rod from his side then sits on the railing with an empty gaze out casting his small fishing line out as the boat sailed itself "We'll be good for abit..."
<[PC]_Lystos> "Oh..." he says rather dejectedly. He gazes around at the other barbarians, already bustling around the deck. "...Well, then, if you need any help, we will be below deck." He turns and heads for the stairs, and his hammock.
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