Players: Nordit

Run by: Davon Timinus (3 xp)

 

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "Alright, I'm gonna set the stage."

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "Whats your resources like?"

-= OOC =- Nordit says, "One dot"

 

      You wake up to the sound of a loud bell, the breakfast bell. The ship has calmed down it seems from the storm the night before and there is little rocking about. Not that you could tell from your room down in the holds. The shipmate comes by with a loaf of bread and some runny gruel. "Here ya go, breakfast on the 'ouse", he says with a mocking curtsy and walks off to serve the other help. Sure having to sign on as crew for the voyage didn't seem like a bad idea as passage to Nexus, but ship-work never seemed this hard before.

 

Nordit tears off a chunk of the slightly-stale bread and mindlessly traces its tip through the runny gruel. His sleep the night before had been a restless one, as he constantly awoke to check on the basket he left in the cargo hold containing his pet cat familiar, Thaddeus, making sure no hungry sailors had tried to make him into a late evening snack. Nordit stuffs the oozing piece of bread into his mouth and chews it back with a chuckle to himself. "So this must be a taste of what leaving the village for a life of luxury in the big city will be like in the beginning," he murmurs to himself as he checks his papers, making sure he has his few aliases put together in order for when he arrives to look for work.

 

      When you check your papers you find everything in order but something you notice is out of place with your familiar. When you pull her out of her basket you notice something fall on the floor, something very shiny.

 

Nordit peers at the object quizzically, bending down for a close inspection. "What did you find, Thaddeus?" he mumbles under his breath.

 

      As you pick up the object it feels smooth, once you bring it up to the level of the light, you notice it is a extraordinarily intricate Jade broach. It has been made of all five types of jade and must be master crafted for it has been filigreed in yellow jade.

 

Nordit says, "Hmm, how could this have gotten in here?" and pockets the broach in his jacket, and looks about for anyone else in the hold.

 

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "You see nobody else in the hold"

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "Another thing you notice is your cats pays seem to have some green leafy particulate on them"

 

Nordit dangles his familiar by his hind legs, examining the particulate on its paws, wondering if it had gone for a midnight gallivant through some part of the ship containing plants. He sets the cat down and takes a look in a few cargo containers, doing a quick patrol of the ship to see if there are any other traces of a similar green material.

 

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "You've owned that cat for a while right?"

-= OOC =- Nordit says, "I'm in no rush"

-= OOC =- Nordit says, "Yes, many years"

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "Sigh...classic case of .... the dreaded...'Nip"

 

Nordit takes a moment to sniff the paws of his feline companion and tries to recognize the pungent aroma of the herb encrusted to its toes.

 

Nordit says, "Were you out on a bender last night, Thaddeus?"

 

      Thaddus replies: "Mrrrooww"

 

Nordit shakes his head sternly at the furry culprit. "But where on the ship could you have gotten catnip?"

 

 

      As you are nestling your cat back in his basket you hear a second bell, the work bell. Time to earn your keep as a shipmate comes down and directs you to the stairs. You are given a bucket and a hand brush "Yer scrubbin' da deck and I wanna see mah face in eit when yer done" a large surly man says to you, with less teeth than fellow crew.

 

Nordit reluctantly shrugs his shoulders and says "Aye, boss." The work seems indignifying, but the payoff at the end of a new livelihood will hopefully be worth it. He scrapes a quick sample of the green particulate to keep for later comparison, and bends down and begins scrubbing the deckboards.

 

      The work is hard, but at least is still cool out. You realized when your above deck they have gotten you up at least an hour before dawn. You toil away the hours until the untold monotony is broken up by a shriek.

 

Nordit throws down his brush and makes his way through the passages of the vessel towards the source of the noise, carefully peeking into each room before he enters to see what awaits.

 

      You hurry along at a pace of a man your age, but then again so do all the hands on this ship. Your search leads you up to the first-class cabins on top deck. And the shriek is being emitted by some young woman, resplendent in finery of her place. She is obviously a noble of House Cathak.

 

-= OOC =- Nordit says, "Are there other passengers on this boat? Or is it just supposed to be the crew?"

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "There certainly is room for other passengers, but you've not seen anyone in their rooms. Just crew, and her entourage."

 

Nordit runs up to the noblewoman to offer her aid, quickly pivoting about, eyes darting back and forth across the chambers to spot the source of her distress. "Milady, are you alright?"

 

      You start to make your way through the assembled crew when the captain and his first mates start shoving the hired crew aside. "Whats the commotion about, whats wrong ma'am" She replies in sobs and tears "Someone stole my broach, my father gave me that broach when I left Greyfalls to remember him by, and now its gone." Her face now burns bright, showing her family heritage, it is no essence flare but everyone can tell this young lady is pissed. "By my authority I want no'one to leave this boat until the culprit is found and keelhaul'd". At this point the crew behind you put their hand on your shoulder. You look back and see half or more of the assembled crew has suddenly disassemble, and the remaining ones are urging you to join them.

 

-= OOC =- Nordit says, "Urging me to join them in what, a search?"

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "I believe the phrase is "Beat feet while the princess is having her temper tantrum"

 

Nordit decides now would be a good time to take any opportunity to get away from the noble lady and ditch the broach in a decent hiding spot, at least until he can find out how it ended up in his basket in the first place.

 

Nordit heads back to his work area and as he picks up his brush, he takes a quick look around to make sure no one's watching and plops the broach into the bucket of sudsy water he's using to clean the floor.

 

      You warily continue working and with each wetting of your brush, you brush against the little ticking time bomb in your bucket. Other crew members are dragged past you towards what you can only guess is some form of interrogation. A while later they come back, many not saying anything, others shaken, some even crying.

 

Nordit continues dutifully scrubbing non-nonchalantly, trying to flag down one of the interrogated crew mates to ask of them what he should expect when it becomes his turn.

 

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "Nobody wants to seem to talk about it.

 

      As fate would have it, a bell rings and it's time for lunch. You see one of the first mates walking towards you dumping out buckets and putting them on a cart. You have time before he gets to yours.

 

Nordit quickly reaches into the bucket with his scrub brush and allows his sleeve to unroll and drop in with it, letting go of the brush long enough to slip the broach up into the cuff of his shirt.

 

      The crew assembles down in its quarters and instead of the normal cook who divvies out your food, the captain appears to address you and your fellow mates. "Alright, considering we have only had time to interrogate half of ye lot, and none of you have ratted on the others, we shall see how the honor among thieves works. You'll have no lunch and instead you will be rowing the entire time, back the way we came. This ship won't land a ground till the culprit is caught"

 

Nordit quickly takes account of as many of the crew members' reactions as he can, mentally noting any who may have shown some unusual sign of guilt or anxiety.

 

-= OOC =- Nordit says, "Can I just enter social combat with the first mate to request an audience with the captain?"

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "That you can."

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "Pose your question and then roll Join Debate"

 

Nordit storms up to the first mate, loudly expressing his outrage at the unfair conditions (rowing) the overwhelming majority of innocent members of the crew will have to face if the captain has his way, and demands to speak to him immediately.

 

Nordit says, "This is ludicrous, do you know how many of these men are likely innocent and will suffer because of the actions of one man? How can the captain know that the noblelady isn't mistaken and simply misplaced her broach? All of these men could be punished without due cause, the journey time will be almost doubled if we have to return to our last port and head off again, and the work done will be that of overdriven, undernourished sailors whom it has been clearly indicated are undervalued to the officers on this ship."

 

(Judge) Nordit rolls Wits + Awareness: [ 2 6 8 ]

Resulting in 1 successes.

 

(Judge) Davon Timinus rolls 3: [ 3 5 6 ]

Resulting in a failure.

 

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "you can gain 2 dice from that verbal assault, nice stunt"

 

Nordit says, "These men deserve to have their will known to the captain of this ship, and I wish to be their voice. Let me talk to the captain and see if we can't arrange a better solution than mindless torture."

 

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "Alright your going to roll your (Charisma or Manipulation) + Presence + 2 (for the stunt."

 

(Judge) Nordit rolls Charisma + Presence + 2: [ -1- -1- 2 2 4 6 7 7 8 <10> ]

Resulting in 5 successes.

 

The first mate seems awestruck, first at your audacity to talk to him when you should be rowing, and second at your stirring speech. "I think this has gone on enough as it is, I'll let you talk to the captain." He leads you up to the Captain's quarters.

 

-= OOC =- Davon Timinus says, "Will the young exalt finally find out why he has this broach, or why the noble is acting with such heart of flame? Tune in next time gang."