Calgarvin goes below to check that all of his gear is in order. He resurfaces on deck a short while later and begins wandering slowly about the ship, checking joins, etc, acquainting himself with the architecture of the vessel.[Private to DM Foxpaws: Occasionally I will check in on my animal companion (who I have yet to name), just to make sure all is well with him.

Sounds good to me, Hell, I havn't even figured out what the captain is yet...I'm thinking he's gonna be turned into a cleric, or just a straight fighter...gotta be sure I can kill Ninj4 when it comes time for battle....

 I'm justing holding the game in port until the pirates are ready to rock, and I'm busying getting ready for mid-terms so i'm putting more effort into school right now than I am into the game (have to, boss will only pay for a B or better, and I won't accept less than an A)]
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Its almost six days later that the Swyft Wynd limps its way into a port in Amn.  The captain calls his crew together, thanking them for their work on board these last six weeks as he hands each man the remainder of their pay, 25 small bags of coins is handed out to each sailor, a slightly larger bag is handed to each of the marines as the captain tells his men enjoy their leave time and to report back in a a tenday...looking back over the ship he amends that....two ten day before she'll be ready to sail again.


OOC: Looks like the pirates are getting to sail, so I'm bringing the ship in for outfitting, each of you has been paid a gold per level a day (for anyone that was luck enough to lvl up with that shark its 180, for the rest 120.  Have fun in port, once Ninj4cow starts to maraude and sink ships (a rumors get back to port).

Your in a typical sailing town, not very large but if needed you can get up to 2nd lvl scrolls and potions, and most common items.[Private to Varlath Kir'El: To save you some money, the spear is +1 spellstoring.]

Also, everyone gets 110010000 in XP....thats binary, not base 10 folks....the first one to send me what it is its another 110010 to go with it :)
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OOC:
400 XP[Private to DM Foxpaws: 50 XP for knowing]
This message was last edited by the player at 19:02, Sat 05 Nov 2005.

"You guys go get drunk..have fun. But be back here sober and ready for work as the capn said. We sail wif or wit out ya." Vraul says as he watches the crew leave.

OOC: Very good Varul, unfortunatly Valrath sent me a PM with it at 12:22....he beat ya by 2 hours I'm afraid.  BUt yes, everyone gets 400xp :)

OOC: Yaa...sure he did....Teachers pet...:)

OOC: Yeah, I know how it looks, he gets the spear, he gets the xp....but just between you and me, he's not gonna survive the town! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  Oh, don't read this Varlath....

See, I am willing to post my guess in public..what was he scared for others to see him wrong...Puny human. :)

As the men leave the ship the captain goes about checking on carpenters to repair his ship, he'll be busy for a while.  Fanning out from the ship the men all head off to whatever taverns or whorehouses they can find.  Enter into a tavern near to the dock the small group of Marines find a livly place.  The place is fairly full with sailors and ladies of less than the best reputations.  The innkeeper is behind the counter as barmaids run drinks back and forth from bar to various tables, dodging hands that reach out to grab at them.


how about a little fun while we wait in port....I'm trying to give the pirates time to have some fun and cause some havoc.  Take a seat, have some drinks, check the place out you just might find something to do while in port...
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OOC: lol Sorry. I'm working on a major in computing, binary is almost second nature to me.

Varlath smiles faintly as the ship nears the city. He was still a 'land-lubber' enough to like the feel of a city, and as such, roamed the city with relish. He went out looking for a magic supply shop, almost itching to be around another trained in the Art, and hoping they had a few items that could help him and the crew should any pirates be seen the next time they put out.

Since your leaveing the group briefly, we'll go this route for the deal...just update this message in a new color so we can figure out whats what.

Wandering the town you soon come upon a small herb shop that seems to have some other items sprinkled about.  Upon entering you are greeted by a young woman, carefully measuring powders into small flasks.  "Welcome, I'll be with you in a moment, feel free to look around! she says to you with a distracted smile.


Returning the woman's smile, Varlath takes a few moments to look around, waiting for the apparent shop owner to finish her task before speaking. "You wouldn't happen to have any mage wares would you? Perhaps a few scrolls? Or potions maybe?"

With a smile she replies "Indeed I do! though my selection is not large I carry a few items of iterest.  Here, have a look at these." as she points out a small glass case, a small selection of vials, rolled papers, and a few odds and ends are contained within.

Potions:
Cure light wounds
Endure Elements
Mage Armor
Magic Weapon

Scrolls:
Burning Hands
Comprehend Languages
Identify
Floating Disk
True Strike
(ask for others, all 0 lvl spells, most 1st and a few 2nd can be made with time)

Other Items:
Wand of magic missile (1st lvl)
Feather Token, Whip
Elixir of swimming
Bracers of Armor +1
ring of resistance +1

"See anything of interest?" she asks after you have finished looking at and asking about her wares.

"Indeed I do! Although, I do have another question. Do you buy items?" Varlath points towards the wand of magic missile and then pulls a wand of his own out from his belt pouch. "I find myself not using this certain wand, and would be more than willing to say...trade it? For the one you have. I assure you the item is full of energy, having not been used once. It allows the user to detect doors and whatnot that are hidden from view. Either way you'd like to do this, I'm also looking at purchasing two scrolls of Identify should my budget allow for it."

OOC: Planning on selling/trading Wand of Detect Secret Doors(50 charges) and buying the Wand of Magic Missile + 2 Identify scrolls.

"Hmmm....I don't think a swap would be possible, but I think perhaps I can give you the scrolls and 300 gold for the wand (ooc, wand would sell for 375, the scrolls are 125 each....good deal, she'll give you 550 for the wand basicly... But the new wand will cost list price.) but don't go telling anyone about this!" she tells you, waiting to see if the offer is acceptable to you.

"Sounds good...uh and can I get a restock of basic components?" With another smile, Varlath waits for the lady to get his 'order' together.

Humming as she collects items from here and there about the store the young woman soon arrives with a small tray of odd items which she gives you to restock your component pouch.  Once that is done she asks "Were you interested in the missile wand?" waiting to hear your answer.

"Ah, yes, I was interested in that item. So, what's the damage?" he asks with a warm smile, lifting a clinking pouch from his belt.

"Well, if I keep the 300, and it'll run you another 450gp for the wand" she says.  Holding the items expect for the wand out to you, that she has in her other hand, ready to hand over if you still want it.

"I'll take it all then, thank you." Hefting his pouch of gold from his belt, along with the one recently aqquired from the captain when they commenced shore leave, Varlath begins to sort out the required payment due, reattching his 'purse' to his belt and slipping the two scrolls into the scroll organizer he wore across his chest, the wand getting tucked in another pouch along with one from previous adventures.

Handing over the scrolls and the 300 gold pieces for your wand she agrees "Yes, 750gp it is sir." she smiles as she says this, obviously one of her better sales of the week.

"Alright then. Here ya go...your 300 back, and the rest..." Varlath passes back the woman's 300 gold along with 450 from his own stock, smiling all the while and thanking her once more before heading from the shop and back towards the tavern he'd seen the rest of the group enter.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:57, Wed 16 Nov 2005.

Grabbing a recently vacated table near the hearth the small group of Marines sit down and begin to order drinks.  Taking out a small pouch of coins that the captain always gives to Varul for just such occasions the Large warrior orders a round for the group from the captain as thanks for a good, safe, voyage.  Glacing around the inn it is a fairly normal place.  There is however an old man, a bottle sits at this table unopened, as does a small box, which looks like a writting table.  The man keeps looking at the writing table and shaking his head as he mutters quietly to himself.  The rest of the inn is filled with the usual assortment of sailors and docksmen, drinking alone or in groups, quietly or boasting it is the same as any of a thousand dockside taverns around the world, and it is comforting to back in one again.
This message was last edited by the GM at 23:07, Mon 14 Nov 2005.

"A drink ta da Capn," Vraul says raising his mug. But keeping his eyes on the old man. "Drink up boys. Ye earned it."

Calgarvin follows the crew as they enter the tavern and tentatively toasts the Captain's health when Varul does. Other than that, he remains quiet throughout proceedings.

Vraul call for another ale. Asking if they have a real size mug. When he askthat you look at his hand and it easily encompases the entire mug. If you were not looking for it you might have missed it.

Brald picked up his flagon, and makes a grandiose salute with it.   "To the Captain!"  He shouts out, agreeing with the toast.  Then he takes a mighty draught, emptying the draught in heroic, if somewhat sloppy manner.

Once he finishes the toast, he slams the mug unto the table hard, upside down, and calls for the barmaid and a refill. "Another drink!  and for my friends here, at the table, Lass!"  He addresses the comely wench, and gives her a friendly smack on the derriere.

OOC:
Not a round for the house, or even the crew, just the table.

A fresh round of drinks is brought to the table, the wench serving them careful to keep away from the large warrior at the end of the table...she doesn't like the cut of his jib!  Taking a few silver pieces from Brald she makes her way away from the table and on to another.

PM[Private to Varlath Kir'El: OOC: Ok, so its 750 for the wand, but you got 300 and the two scrolls for your wand, so that should help cover the costs.  When you get done go ahead and hop on over to the tavern where the rest of the group is....be sure to read the post about the tavern and beyond and have fun.]

OOC: Hey guys, I know I havn't posted anything, but please, talk to each other, you've just spent 3 months at sea and barely spoke there, now your going to spend 2 weeks in a bar and not speak to, come on guys!
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Brald gives the better looking of the barmaids an eye, his face in a lopsided smile.  "Hey lass!"  he coaxes, "Come here."   He attempts to swing an arm around her waist and pull her to sit on his lap.  "I've just spent three months at sea, and you're the prettiest thing I've seen in that time and more!" He bounces her on his knee.  "Care to be friendly with a sailin' man?"  He laughs, roughly and over-loud, not drunk yet, but feeling release from shipboard discipline.

Twisting away with a playful slap and a wink the barmaid slides off your lap and goes about her duties.  Not interested just yet, but who knows what the night, and a few coins, might bring.

He laughs, and matches her slap on the wrist with one of his own on her backside.  Turning to his companions, he lifts his flagon and downs most of it.  "So, what plans have ye in port, fellas?"  He asks, wiping foam from his lip with his sleeve.

Vraul yells over at the old man, "why you not drinking. If ye be a sailor come join us." And he downs another mug. He also indicates he needs more rather quickly.

Much to old to be a sailor any longer the old man looks up briefly at the large first mates call, putting a protective hand on the writing box as he does so before taking his head in his hands again, snatching it away from the box when he reliases where it is resting.  He quietly goes back to muttering "_{to late now, to old, to late, why now?}" he goes on with more of the same.

Vraul stands and faces the old man, "Hey whadda ya say? Not even answering to da drink is bad enough...but cursing us too."

"A drink, yes, that is just what I need! Thank you young ma..." the old man replies before looking up and snapping his mouth shut with an audible snap.  He recognizes the half-ogre for what he is, and the fear is evident in his eyes.  "A drink...yes....a nice peaceful drink.....whatever you say sir... he grabs the writing box as he says this, slowly getting up to go stand by the rest of Varul's group, hoping that they can keep the first mate in check should anything happen.