Post by Head Moderator on Jan 12, 2014 23:34:13 GMT -5
Tesarik One: Log On
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "Denizens of Shark Cove"
Tesarik One: Your leader is Pamela.
Tesarik One: If you have questions please IM me or one of the Moderators.
Tesarik One: Estimated time is 3 hours from when we begin.
Tesarik One: You can die on our adventures and there are consequences if you
die.
Tesarik One: Make sure your dossier is updated! If it's not on your dossier
you do not have it and this includes mundane gear.
Tesarik One: Remember when you first use something to tell me how you are
able to use it - after that you can merely state the numbers.
Tesarik One: Now state your info: Rank - Name - Class/Profession - Dice -
Hit Points - Defense DC - Healing Points if applicable. You will need to keep
up with your own self-healing points as they are used.
Tesarik One: ---end state---
psionic wanderer: Bowen Scamp, Sapphire Champion, 2d64, 38 hp, def dc 21,
ranger/support)
Tesarik One: Scout Hollander, 3d80, Ruby Shield, DC16, 47hp
I Yield to None: (Dragan, Sapphire Defender, Combat/Fighter/Support, 2D60,
39HP, 10DDC)
Tesarik One: Roll 1d20 and add QCK so I can get order.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: 7
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
psionic wanderer: (29)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
I Yield to None: (no bonus = 6)
Tesarik One: Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16]
Tesarik One: Several gypsy caravans had been camped in Shark Cove for
several days now, and even today another caravan had joined creating quite a
big gypsy celebration going on in the Faerie Forest there along the sea in
Shark Cove. But, it was
Tesarik One: winter and the cove was known for it's sharks - hence the name
- so there wasn't any swimming going on. It was chilly, and a light layer of
snow had fallen during the day around the camp, but the night had brought
lots of campfires,
Tesarik One: singing, music, food and dancing. When gypsies got together FUN
was to be had. They could enjoy each other, not worry about getting stabbed
in the back or taken advantage of, with 'family' it seemed. The vardo wagons,
and campsites
Tesarik One: were nice and close to keep everyone safe, much like wagons in
the old west would be drawn around for protection. There was enough food and
drink for everyone! (Begin RP)
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psionic wanderer: Of course fun had to be had! And he had plenty of stories
to tell. Plenty more that he'd refuse to tell of course, but mostly he
enjoyed making the children alternate between laughter and gasps of surprise.
And even a shriek of
psionic wanderer: terror here and there from the faint-hearted! That was, of
course, what he was doing, much like he did every night. Some children were
gathered around the fire he was at while he told a story of his time as a
castaway, this one
psionic wanderer: about a vicious tiger that had stalked him for days, and
his rescue at the tiny little hands of a bunch of monkeys! Was it true? Who
could say? He'd been the only one there, after all. The kids sure believed it
though! (brb)
Tesarik One: Scout was sitting at one of the larger campfires, with her
flask of rum in hand, relaxing back against a fallen log. Her belly was full,
and now she was just enjoying the night and companionship of those that had
befriended her.
Tesarik One: None of the original kumpania were even left, and she had no
idea where they'd all gone. They'd fallen off here and there, leaving her
only with a little tattoo of a spade on her hip that had once held magic and
bonded her in
Tesarik One: friendship to her now dead friend Nicohlet. But, it seemed as
the world worked, one you lost one thing you gained another... and eyes slid
over to where Bowen was telling stories to the children and she couldn't help
but grin.
Tesarik One: A childhood friend, she'd never have imagined he'd be among the
gypsies. She listened to his stories about as wide eyed as the children, just
from a little distance away, but if he happened to look her way he'd be given
a wide smile
Tesarik One: right back to him.
I Yield to None: Dragan was friendly to those around him, offering nods,
smiles and handshakes where appropriate. In one hand he carried a thick mug
of ale, both to ward the chill and to keep his senses from dulling too much.
He was a sentry to say
I Yield to None: the least, watching for external threats at all times.
Despite his connections to the "family" he was known to slip away from his
caravan for days at a time if a mark's scent was picked up. That was his
contribution to the caravan,
I Yield to None: providing protection and funds when needed. Though as a
culture they looked upon possessions in a different light, gold still make
the world turn and it was still their world for now. Stopping where two
wagons met his shirtless body
I Yield to None: of muscle and taught flesh acted as a stage for the shadows
from a nearbye campfire to dance and do battle. Taking a sniff of the air
before taking a small drink of his ale those gold eyes scanned the area
beyond the camp.-
psionic wanderer: As he came to the conclusion of his story, where the
heroic monkeys pelted the tiger with sticks and rocks and nuts until it ran
away, he got more animated of course! Had to entertain the kids. And then it
was done! As always, he
psionic wanderer: gave them a hook for the next night's story. "Tomorrow
night, I'll tell you about the time I decided to stalk the tiger for a
change." He smiled, then glanced over and spotted Scout, offering a grin and
a wave, and then he stood up,
psionic wanderer: grabbing his quiver and slinging it over a shoulder. The
bow was unstrung and tucked inside along with his arrows, of course. He
stepped over to her and then glanced back towards the kids. "I hope it was as
entertaining for you as
psionic wanderer: it was for them. I have a feeling an adult might be a
tougher audience."
Tesarik One: Scout was a bloodhound as well, and often snuck away from the
caravan she traveled with to do her work on marks she'd found nearby. Now
that her kumpania had become so small, though, she just went where the work
took her. She
Tesarik One: felt at home with these people, in some ways more at home than
she'd ever been at Hollander House where she'd been raised amidst the working
ladies. They'd treated her well, loved her, gave her everything they possibly
could to give
Tesarik One: her a good life, but she knew she wasn't really Ms. Hollander's
daughter. She had been related the story so many times, of showing up
barefooted, in a bloody dress as a small child speaking some foreign tongue.
They'd looked for her
Tesarik One: parents but could not find them so she'd been taken in, and
that strange language she'd spoken as a toddler had drifted away....
Voivan....little did she know she was a full blooded gypsy! Perhaps once she
found that out she'd
Tesarik One: understand why she felt so at home around here. She waved back
to Bowen and gave a soft laugh, "Very entertaining." Eyes flitted about,
landing upon the man that was staring out into the forest like he expected
trouble. She didn't
Tesarik One: know him, he was probably from one of the other caravans. She
glanced back to Bowen and patted the fallen log beside her, offering her
flask of rum. "It takes quite a bit more to make me foggy headed than it used
to."
OnlineHost: Tesarik Five has entered the room.
I Yield to None: Upon hearing the storyteller become much more excited he
shifted his gaze within the camp and watched it come to a conclusion. Seeing
the children's reactions did bring a smile to his face. He wasn't some
souless killer or outcast.
I Yield to None: Watching where the storyteller looked as he finished he
caught the gaze of the female who had been looking at him. Offering a nod and
a smile he would continue his walk along the wagons. He of course had seen
her look toward the
Tesarik Five: (Sadlin Grey - Emerald Defender - 2d70 - 40HP - 16DC - 44
Healing Points)
I Yield to None: storyteller and begin a conversation with him. It wouldn't
be considered rude to include himself in the conversation, they were all
"family" after all, but he wished to finish his walk of the parameter before
taking a break. Another
I Yield to None: intake of air was sampled through flaring nostrils as he
continued.
Tesarik One: There was one bad thing about having so many caravans in one
spot - not everyone knew each other. Someone could very easily infiltrate the
caravan, dressed properly, and sit at the campfire with no
Tesarik One: one the wiser that someone was there that didn't belong. Such
was the case tonight, there were strangers amongst the group! Three of them,
all three sitting at different campfires, laughing and drinking
Tesarik One: and eating along with the gypsies without anyone the wiser....
(Insight Check!)
psionic wanderer: He glanced over towards the other man when Scout took a
look and nodded to him as well, then looked back to his friend and smirked
when she offered the flask. He took it and had a sip, then offered it back.
"Well that's probably a
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
psionic wanderer: good thing, considering how little it took before." He had
a look around the combined camp then.
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
Tesarik One: (Auto Pass, but 26 total)
psionic wanderer: (Perception +3, Incredible Insight +5 = 13)
I Yield to None: (No bonus = 18)
Tesarik One: Scout & Dragan notice something "off" about two people in the
camp. Info sent via IM.
Tesarik One: "I was a fucking child...." She laughed and poked him in the
rib. "I can't help it that my little body couldn't handle rum when I was
young. Always had a taste for it though, I'd sneak a bottle and go and drink
myself to sleep in
Tesarik One: that treehouse after..." She stopped suddenly, shaking her
head, not finishing her statement but something had caught her eye and she
tilted her head as she stared over at one of the men near her at a campfire.
He was talking to one
Tesarik One: of the young female gypsies, and as she watched they stood up
and began to walk together towards the beach. She leaned towards Bowen and
whispered, "I got a bad feeling... I .. don't know what's wrong but something
feels... really
Tesarik One: wrong. Let's follow them?"
I Yield to None: The parameter was not being encroached, at least not that
he sensed from where he stood. It was when he turned his attention inside the
camp he caught something in his sweeping gaze. He had been trained well so
only a subtle change
I Yield to None: was shown for a split second when he caught the oddity.
Absently taking a sip of his drink he began to make his way toward the fire
in question, more smiles and nods given as he approached in a leisurely way.
psionic wanderer: "I know, and if you still drank like a child I'd be
concerned that you had a less interesting adulthood than I have." He winked,
then glanced over where she was staring. He hadn't noticed anything untowards
there, but he was newer
psionic wanderer: to this way of life than most of the people here,
probably! He watched right along with her, then nodded to her whisper.
"Alright. Maybe I'll get us some dinner while I'm at it." Said mostly so he'd
have an excuse to string that
psionic wanderer: bow. If it was trouble, well..he'd prefer to be ready!
Tesarik One: The man that had rose to walk off with the gypsy female was
bald, muscular, and had a wide mouth that was grinning all the time, and
oddly enough so did the man that Dragan had noted. And there was
Tesarik One: one other man sitting at another campfire that had the same
'look' about him, bald, muscular and grinny. The man with the female was
gently guiding her in a direction on the lonely moonlit beach where
Tesarik One: those at the camp could not see.
Tesarik Five: Sadlin didn't know how he ended up in the sea, well yes he
did. But he didn't understand why the man had to toss him overboard instead
of waiting until they got to port to leave him there. After all, it was just
a little harmless
Tesarik Five: flirting with Sol. Not like it meant much. The waves of the
sea lapped steadily at the sandy beach and carried with it the body of a man,
face down, and with his fine silken clothes nearly torn right off his body
due to the reefs,
Tesarik Five: waves, and critters of the sea that he'd come across during
his time all alone. Passed out from his long stay in the water a sputter of
sea water came from his lungs while his face rested on the sand there. Oh, he
wasn't a happy man
Tesarik Five: .....That was his favorite outfit that Grayson ruined!
psionic wanderer: He was lucky he hadn't been thrown overboard with a broken
jaw!
Tesarik One: She grabbed her weapon before they began moving along behind
them, slowly sheathing it on her back for now. She'd failed to notice the
third bald guy in camp, cause there were probably quite a few bald gypsies in
camp! She stopped
Tesarik One: behind a copse of trees, and peeked out to watch the strange
"gypsy" with the female, she didn't know the female either but had at least
seen her around the camp for a few days.
Tesarik One: (Scout & Bowen, roll a Spot)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
psionic wanderer: (+5 alert, +3 perception = 20)
Tesarik One: +6 PER, +5 Alert = 18
Tesarik One: Both Scout and Bowen notice the nearly drowned man as he washes
up on shore down along the beach.
psionic wanderer: He lifted a brow and pointed out the nearly drowned man in
case Scout hadn't seen. "Shall I tend to that and you follow the others, or
vice-versa?"
Tesarik One: The man sitting in camp downed a mug of whatever it was he'd
been drinking, and caught the approach of Dragan. He gave him a nod and a big
grin, flashing too many teeth once more for a brief moment.
I Yield to None: Dragan moved the campfire and patted the back of one of the
men he had spoken to earlier in the day. He offered a smile and greeting
before moving over so Dragan could sit. Take another sip of his drink he
lifted a piece of meat
Tesarik One: She had been watching the weird man, but then something caught
her eye further down. A lump of something....a figure? Man, woman, she wasn't
sure but this WAS Shark Cove, it was probably a dead body! "I... don't know.
This isn't a
I Yield to None: from the plate near the fire and motioned toward the bald
headed smile flasher with a nod and smile. "Evening," his voice was thick and
low in general, but still held that friendly overtones.
Tesarik One: safe place... let's both go see if that body's dead." So she
started moving further down the treeline towards the body.
Tesarik One: "Evening." The bald man sharing the fire nodded again to
Dragan, and squeezed his hands into fists. It was probably time for him to
ease out, unfortunately he'd not found something to take with him so he stood
and began making his
psionic wanderer: "You sure? If there's really trouble with them, one of us
should keep an eye on it, don't you think?" He'd follow along with her
though, because sticking together wasn't really a bad idea either! He just
didn't want any trouble to
Tesarik One: way towards the beach. The third bald guy noticed him leaving,
and wrapped an arm around a lady beside him, whispering.
psionic wanderer: start if he couldn't do anything about it.
I Yield to None: Where there was one rat, there were bound to be more. He
didn't even know about the first one so he simply waved a friendly goodbye
and leaned back to wait to see if anyone else got up to leave.
Tesarik One: The first bald guy looked around, spotted no one, and quickly
wrapped his muscular arm around the lady's throat, covering her mouth, but a
small scream was heard. He began dragging her into the surf!
Tesarik One: Soon enough, bald guy 3 got up with the female in tow, acting a
little drunk and whispering to each other headed for the beach too!
Tesarik One: (Dragan, roll a Listen)
Tesarik One: (Scout and Bowen - you hear the scream!)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
psionic wanderer: Well that scream sure seemed like someone was proving him
right! He glanced quickly in that direction when he heard it and cursed under
his breath, then took off in that direction, drawing an arrow from his quiver
to have it ready.
I Yield to None: (No bonus = 2)
psionic wanderer: Soon as he got in sight he'd probably like to take a shot
at the guy dragging the poor lady away!
Tesarik One: Dragon doesn't hear the scream, but there is that one guy
heading to the beach with the female!
Tesarik One: Dragan*
Tesarik One: Roll for your shot, Bowen.
psionic wanderer: And of course he was aiming for any vital area he could
hit without hitting the lady first! He hadn't quite trained himself to aim
nonlethally yet.
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
I Yield to None: Dragan noticed a second man of similar appearance get up
and leave from another fire. Alas, the rats be leaving. He patted the man
beside him on the back as he stood, saying goodbye for now, and began to
meander his way along
psionic wanderer: (+11 quickness, +2 ranger bonus = 20)
I Yield to None: the wagons before dropping low and following along behind
the two baldies and lady from within the grass.
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 2 64-sided dice: 13 34
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 3 8-sided dice: 1 6 6
Tesarik One: 4 dmg from roll
psionic wanderer: (4 + 13 + 11 quickness +3 ranger bonus = 31)
Tesarik One: 5 DR / +8 DEF "Sharkskin" = 18 DMG
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || Shark 2 0/?? [19] ||
Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3
0/?? [19]
Tesarik One: (one sec lemme see if I can get my bot to start)
Tesarik One: Ok test-
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 20-sided dice: 1 15
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 20-sided dice: 11 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Ok proceed!)
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || Shark 2 0/?? [19] ||
Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3
0/?? [19]
Tesarik One: Shark 1-
psionic wanderer: "Let the girl go and I won't have to put another one in
you." Shouted down to the grinning man in common!
Tesarik One: The bald headed man ended up with an arrow in his thick flesh,
and that brought his attention to the attacker. He shoved the girl into the
water and spun around, shifting as he did so, his muscular body growing
bigger and thicker,
Tesarik One: and his entire head taking on the head of a ravenous shark
complete with beady black eyes and a mouth full of razor shark teeth. He
stated a word calmly, and a tattoo upon his arm disappeared and in his hand
was a trident. "Try it
Tesarik One: again, I'm ready now." He couldn't reach the archer, but he
could reach the female. He spun and slammed the trident's forks down into the
woman's stomach, causing blood to redden the sea.
Tesarik One: Bowen-
Tesarik Five: (Test, to make sure I'm still here.)
psionic wanderer: He clenched his teeth when the bastard stabbed that woman
and immediately drew another arrow, not hesitating int he slightest before
sending it at his chest. He also started advancing. Better to draw the shark
thing's attention onto
psionic wanderer: himself in case the lady was still alive and could be
saved!
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: (Well that's a miss)
Tesarik One: Miss!
Tesarik One: Shark 2-
Tesarik One: The second man had reached the beach just in time to see what
was going on with his wereshark pal and his prey. He came in behind the
group, his trident forming as well as he shifted into half man-half shark,
and came up behind
Tesarik One: Bowen, sending his trident into his back.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Crit Fail!)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Trip and fall, lose a turn!)
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || *Shark 2 0/?? [19] ||
Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3
0/?? [19]
psionic wanderer: Come now, he was a ranger! It'd be harder than that to
sneak up on him! He darted to the side, but the man just tripped and went
face first into the sand anyway. Ha!
Tesarik One: Dragan-
I Yield to None: Dragan narrowed his gaze upon seeing what was happening on
the beach and immediately put two and two together with the pair in front of
him. Moving quickly but as silently as possible he leapt into the air at the
last second with
I Yield to None: his arm raised above his head. Throwing his one leg back he
brought his first forward and attempting to brutalize (shark 3) from behind
with a set of knuckles to the head.
I Yield to None: (Power Attack skill, Strength used toward strike)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Crit Hit!)
I Yield to None: (+12 = 32)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 2 60-sided dice: 36 13
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
I Yield to None: (+12 strength = 22)
I Yield to None: (punkass dice)
Tesarik One: 5 DR, +8 DEF = 9 dmg
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || *Shark 2 0/?? [19] ||
Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3
9/?? [19]
Tesarik One: Scout-
Tesarik One: Two of them? Wait, three.... possibly three because she saw the
gypsy man attack the third guy. They were weresharks on the prowl it seemed!
Scary! No wonder this was called Shark Cove. "Oh fuuuuck that." Her weapon
was drawn and
Tesarik One: she moved out of the treeline towards the shark fellow that had
fallen into the sand, with far greater speed than a small thing like she
should have. Blade readied, she leaped that final bit of distance and brought
Tesarik One: her flamberge sword up using both hands, and then down to
skewer him right through the back of his chest, along with her flourish being
yelled, "Think you're tough, do ya!?" (Combat Maneuver - Lunge and Skewer -
DC28 - Attack +16
Tesarik One: DMG)
Tesarik One: (vs Quickness btw)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (18)
Tesarik One: Failed DC, proceed with roll.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 80-sided dice: 71 5 60
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 22 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +21 (STR 12, 2-Handed Wpn 6, Dance Partner 3) +16 (Maneuver) =
59 dmg
Tesarik One: +5 DR/silver, +8 DEF = 46 - Dead!
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 0/39 [10] ||
Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 9/?? [19]
Tesarik One: Sadlin (Can post at will)
Tesarik One: Shark 3-
Tesarik One: The third shark was just moving along with his girl, hadn't
even shifted into half-shark, when he got slammed in the head, sending him
down to one knee. He shot up, and lunged for Dragan, wrapping his thick arms
around his waist as
Tesarik One: he slammed him down into the ground, and even in human form he
had way too many teeth in that mouth of his, and sharp too... he bit down
into Dragan's neck and shoulder, trying to rip flesh from bone.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 16 - Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 70-sided dice: 65 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 11 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +11 = 25 dmg
I Yield to None: (No defense)
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 25/39 [10] ||
Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 9/?? [19]
Tesarik One: Shark 1-
psionic wanderer: Well if she'd taken care of that second shark man, he'd
pick up his pace towards the first! Maybe he could get in melee range now!
Tesarik One: Shark 1 left the girl bleeding in the water and began to march
along the shore towards Bowen. Between Bowen moving for him, and him moving
for Bowen they'd quickly be in melee range! He was faster in water, but still
quick on land
Tesarik One: with two feet and had taken up a run with his trident lifted
with intent on jamming it right into the shoulder of the arm that was holding
the bow primarily.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 18 - Miss!
Tesarik One: Bowen-
psionic wanderer: He brought up his bow and slapped that trident aside
before it hit him, his other hand smoothly drawing an arrow and nocking it,
and while practically still touching that trident he drew back the arrow and
fired it point-blank,
I Yield to None: Dragan let out a growl of pain as he was bear hugged to the
ground and bitten. It at least could have been a sexy female wereshark, but
noooo, he had to be necking with a guy. Just great.
psionic wanderer: aiming to put the arrow right down the nasty thing's
throat!
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: (+13 = 25)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 2 64-sided dice: 47 18
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 3 8-sided dice: 7 8 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: (8 + 20 + 11 quickness +3 ranger bonus, +2 point blank
shot = 44)
Tesarik One: The arrow went down his throat and foul blood erupted as he
fell to the side, dead.
Tesarik One: Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 25/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] ||
Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 9/38 [19]
Tesarik One: Dragan-
psionic wanderer: And then he darted out into the surf to see if that woman
could still be saved!
Tesarik Five: Sadlin gave a deep groan as his body started to shift and move
in the sand. Those brown eyes of his slowly opening up as he looked to see
nothing but sand in front of him. Taking a moment to gain his senses he
finally pushed himself
Tesarik One: She was almost dead between drowning and bleeding, but if he
got help soon she'd live!
psionic wanderer: He could give her one of his full heal potions! Or pick
her up and run her to a healer. Latter'd probably be best, in case he needed
that potion later!
Tesarik Five: up to roll onto his ass, sitting up and trying to get his head
together.
I Yield to None: Two could play at the biting game and after hopefully
successfully prying his arms free he would pummel the sides of the guys head
before biting into its neck as well. Ah, young love.
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: Oh yeah, there was the washed up guy. Well he'd have to
check on him next! A glance showed he was moving at least. So it was off to a
healer with the lady. (brb)
I Yield to None: (+12 = 27)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 2 60-sided dice: 24 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
I Yield to None: (+12 = 14)
Tesarik One: +5 DR /silver, +8 DEF = 1 dmg
Tesarik One: Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 25/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] ||
Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 10/38 [19]
Tesarik One: Scout-
Tesarik One: "Holy fuck!" She tugged her blade out of the thick hide of that
wereshark and glanced around, in time to see Bowen take down another one.
Further back, another gypsy man was rolling around on the sand
Tesarik One: with one, though he'd not shifted yet. Damn, what to do!? She
ran back towards the other gypsy and reached down, grabbing him by the scruff
of his shirt and pulled him off Dragan, "Need some help?"
Tesarik One: Then she sent the hilt of her blade up against the back of the
wereshark's head, she had some questions and wanted one of them alive if
possible!
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +15 (12 QCK, 3 Dance Partner) = 26
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 80-sided dice: 23 41 69
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 19 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +21 = 40
Tesarik One: - DEF = 27
Tesarik One: Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 25/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] ||
Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 37/38 [19]
Tesarik One: Shark 3 is knocked the hell out!
Tesarik One: --End Combat--
I Yield to None: Dragan felt his body leave the ground as the guy didn't let
go until he was knocked the fuck out. He then fell back to the ground with a
wince before reaching up and cupping his neck. "Thanks" would be said
genuinely before he sat
I Yield to None: up with a groan.
Tesarik One: She yelled to the lady that had been with him to run and get
her rope from camp, which she did and soon came back with rope which was used
to tie the final wereshark up. This had brought a lot of the gypsies to move
around and watch
Tesarik One: whispering to each other. Scout waved and smiled, "It's taken
care of, though perhaps we should think about carrying onwards. It's not
called Shark Cove for no reason, so we've found out!"
psionic wanderer: Oh good, more gypsies showing up! He'd be bound to find
the injured lady a healer. Then it was back to the beach. Seeing the third
was taken care of, he went out to check on the washed-up man. He hadn't
unstrung his bow yet, but nor
Tesarik Five: Finally able to push himself up to his feet he gave a low
sigh, looking around he blinked just a bit to see all the ruckus that'd taken
place , that alone drawing a shake of his head. Off the boat and into the
ocean so to speak.
psionic wanderer: was he threatening Sadlin with it either. "Suppose if
there is a lucky time to wash ashore, you picked it" He offered his free hand
to help the man to his feet.
Tesarik One: Couple of burly men grabbed the wereshark that hadn't died,
unless Dragan wanted to take control of him and Scout smiled and winked to
Dragan. She ran back along the beach to find Bowen, and yes several had come
to help the poor
psionic wanderer: Or he got up all on his own! Well that was a good sign.
Tesarik One: lady, someone's sister and daughter! She knew the healers of
the caravans would help her, so she headed down to where Bowen was talking to
the man that washed ashore. He looked rough. "You might want to see a healer
too... let's
Tesarik One: get you to camp, get you warmed up, full belly, some dry
clothes. I bet you've got quite a story to tell." She moved to one side and
put an arm around Sadlin.
Tesarik Five: Luckly enough for him it'd been taken care of, only to hear
someone else talking to him. Oh! Someone was talking to him! "Ugh...More like
thrown to shore." His clothes in tatters it was a miricle that they hid all
the important bits
I Yield to None: No Dragan had no issues with others taking the remaining
wereshark back to the camp. He got to his feet and looked to his bloodied
hand before reapplying pressure to the wound. It would heal soon enough and
as he stood there he
Tesarik Five: of his body. Then that woman wrapped her arm around him,
causing him to lean against her just a bit as he coughed again. The salt
water having burned his throat and lungs just a bit, causing that voice of
his to be a bit horse. "
Tesarik Five: Thanks.....But where's my stuff?" He knew it was with him, and
it wasn't until he tried to take a step that he noticed the rope tugging at
his ankle, and the large chest attached to the other end of it. "Oh....There
it is."
I Yield to None: offered a wink in return to Scout before looking to the
others as they went to work, his gaze falling on the man who seemingly washed
up on the beach. He then brought up the rear, though he had done the least
damage that night.
Tesarik One: "Dear gods.." She saw the chest attached to his foot, and moved
down, tugging and cutting the rope off. "Someone try to drown you with your
own things?" She moved to the chest and lifted it up with ease, she was
rather strong after
Tesarik One: all, and left Sadlin to be helped by the two men as they headed
for the caravan camp. Oh, and while she was at it, she searched the two dead
wereshark's bodies and grabbed the three tridents too! Cause, you know, LOOT.
psionic wanderer: He was glad that Scout was there, this whole situation
with washing up on shore gave him too many bad memories! So she could do the
talking. He unstrung his bow and slid it into his quiver, then offered Sadlin
his shoulder to help
psionic wanderer: him get to the camp where he could rest, and get some food
and water and all that good stuff!
Tesarik Five: With a shoulder to lean on and the chest full of his things
taken care of he limped his way toward the camp. He didn't say anything else
just yet, mostly because he was still trying to make sense of it all, but
also because he was
Tesarik One: (Loot Sent)
Tesarik Five: just to damn tired. Either way he was helped to the camp where
he took the first seat he could find and plopped himself down. "Ugh." He had
to look odd there, what with his half held together fine silken clothes, that
perfect face
Tesarik One: She carried all the stuff and set it down, she'd found some
boots, and a ring, a pair of gloves and a wand in the weresharks belongings.
Plus, they had tridents now, though she wasn't sure what she'd ever do with a
trident - sell
Tesarik Five: and body, not to mention the silver hair. But hey, if you
didn't look strange then you didn't look right there....Right?
Tesarik One: it! One of the men went and got a set of clothes for Sadlin to
put on, and let him go change behind a wagon while food and drink was brought
to him. Scout plopped down beside the loot she'd found and started looking
through it
Tesarik One: better. "So, what's your name? I'm Scout."
I Yield to None: Dragan watched in silence, casting a gaze toward the beach
every so often. He then smirked upon hearing Scout talking to the beach....
wash-ashorer? Peppy little thing wasn't she? He held up a hand of thanks
toward someone who came
I Yield to None: toward him to tend his wound, shaking his head with a
rueful smile before nodding his thanks, "I'll be fine shortly, thank you."
(d)
psionic wanderer: Oh, loot. Once he'd safely seen Sadlin to either clothes
changing or a seat, he moved over to Scout to see what she'd found, glancing
down at it, and then having a seat nearby to clean off the arrows he'd used!
He'd retrieved them,
psionic wanderer: of course, except the one he missed with, since that
sucker just went out to sea forever!
Tesarik One: She pointed to Dragan, "You're wounded terribly, and you're
going to tell the healer you'll be fine shortly? Tsk, tsk, one of those type
of men hm?" She grinned. Thankfully she'd not taken any wounds, good thing
because osmething
Tesarik One: was wrong with her body and it didn't heal very well, which was
why she tried to avoid being wounded if she could!
Tesarik One: She pushed the boots over towards him that she'd taken off one
of the dead weresharks. "These look well made." She tossed the wand to
Dragan, and then offered the ring to the nearly drowned handsome fella.
Tesarik Five: With clothes in hand and a bit of help getting around to
change he put them on before a very audible groan was heard coming from
behind that wagon. He took the time to use a little of his healing touch to
make himself all better as
psionic wanderer: He took one of the boots and held it up to his foot to
compare sizes, then shrugged and nodded. He'd try them on properly later, but
for now he set them aside nearby and continued cleaning off his arrow. That
one that'd gone down
psionic wanderer: the shark man's throat would take a bit more work than the
other.
Tesarik Five: well before he came back out, moving over to stand near those
that had helped him before he sighed. Dressed in those colorful clothes of
greens, browns, and yellows, looking more like he'd just wrapped himself up
in a textile mill
I Yield to None: Dragan flashed a grin toward Scout and simply nodded. "Of
course I am," he then caught the wand and looked it over. It too would be
checked later. He motioned toward Scout after placing the wand in his back
pocket. "No harm to your
I Yield to None: pretty self is there?" (d)
Tesarik Five: than put on clothes. "These clothes will never work........"
He almost looked sad by having to wear them! But alas unless he wanted to
walk around nude he had little choice, not with all his things soaked as they
were. "Sadlin Grey
Tesarik Five: the name, piracy and seductions the game." He gave a wink to
Scout with that said..Ugh...He was loosing his touch! It had to be the recent
long swim he took. Yeah, that's it. Shaking it off he blinked at the ring and
lifted it up to
Tesarik Five: look it over for just a moment before shrugging and slipping
it on his finger. "Well. Guess piracy's not on the menu anymore sense I was
thrown off the boat. I mean, you smack the captians ass one to many times,
and tell her you'd
Tesarik Five: bed her in the birds nest and it gets you thrown over." For
shame.
Tesarik One: She grinned seeing Sadlin in those colorful gypsy clothes,
probably had a fine silk sash with it too in some bright color. "Now don't
you look handsome. Oh psh...they work just fine. Might want to see what's
salvageable in your
Tesarik One: chest and get some things hung up to dry. I doubt we'll be
staying here too much longer." She grinned towards Dragan and gave a shake of
her head, "Nope, just fine, thanks." She blinked a little and stared at
Sadlin, then began to
psionic wanderer: "Just as well that pirate's not on the menu. I'd hate to
have to put an arrow in you so soon after helping you out." He almost sounded
like he may have been joking, but it was hard to tell. He looked to Sadlin a
moment, then nodded.
Tesarik One: laugh, but quickly caught herself and clapped her hand over her
mouth, Bowen had seen her do such a move before!
psionic wanderer: "Name's Bowen." And that self-introduction stood for
Dragan too since he was nearby! He finished off the arrow cleaning, then eyed
the arrows to make sure they were still in good working condition before
tucking them back into his
psionic wanderer: quiver.
I Yield to None: "Women...." He said absently, agreeing with the oddity of
Sadlin's situation. I mean really, who didn't like a good slap on the ass and
a romp under the stars?
Tesarik One: Tonight they'd be on high alert for any other weresharks that
might creep out of the cove into their camp. They'd all (except Sadlin of
course) be asked to help with taking shifts to protect the area, and there
were no incidents the
Tesarik One: whole night.
psionic wanderer: He'd take two shifts! Mostly because he had trouble
sleeping anyway.
Tesarik One: --- end quest!
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "Denizens of Shark Cove"
Tesarik One: Your leader is Pamela.
Tesarik One: If you have questions please IM me or one of the Moderators.
Tesarik One: Estimated time is 3 hours from when we begin.
Tesarik One: You can die on our adventures and there are consequences if you
die.
Tesarik One: Make sure your dossier is updated! If it's not on your dossier
you do not have it and this includes mundane gear.
Tesarik One: Remember when you first use something to tell me how you are
able to use it - after that you can merely state the numbers.
Tesarik One: Now state your info: Rank - Name - Class/Profession - Dice -
Hit Points - Defense DC - Healing Points if applicable. You will need to keep
up with your own self-healing points as they are used.
Tesarik One: ---end state---
psionic wanderer: Bowen Scamp, Sapphire Champion, 2d64, 38 hp, def dc 21,
ranger/support)
Tesarik One: Scout Hollander, 3d80, Ruby Shield, DC16, 47hp
I Yield to None: (Dragan, Sapphire Defender, Combat/Fighter/Support, 2D60,
39HP, 10DDC)
Tesarik One: Roll 1d20 and add QCK so I can get order.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: 7
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
psionic wanderer: (29)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
I Yield to None: (no bonus = 6)
Tesarik One: Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16]
Tesarik One: Several gypsy caravans had been camped in Shark Cove for
several days now, and even today another caravan had joined creating quite a
big gypsy celebration going on in the Faerie Forest there along the sea in
Shark Cove. But, it was
Tesarik One: winter and the cove was known for it's sharks - hence the name
- so there wasn't any swimming going on. It was chilly, and a light layer of
snow had fallen during the day around the camp, but the night had brought
lots of campfires,
Tesarik One: singing, music, food and dancing. When gypsies got together FUN
was to be had. They could enjoy each other, not worry about getting stabbed
in the back or taken advantage of, with 'family' it seemed. The vardo wagons,
and campsites
Tesarik One: were nice and close to keep everyone safe, much like wagons in
the old west would be drawn around for protection. There was enough food and
drink for everyone! (Begin RP)
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psionic wanderer: Of course fun had to be had! And he had plenty of stories
to tell. Plenty more that he'd refuse to tell of course, but mostly he
enjoyed making the children alternate between laughter and gasps of surprise.
And even a shriek of
psionic wanderer: terror here and there from the faint-hearted! That was, of
course, what he was doing, much like he did every night. Some children were
gathered around the fire he was at while he told a story of his time as a
castaway, this one
psionic wanderer: about a vicious tiger that had stalked him for days, and
his rescue at the tiny little hands of a bunch of monkeys! Was it true? Who
could say? He'd been the only one there, after all. The kids sure believed it
though! (brb)
Tesarik One: Scout was sitting at one of the larger campfires, with her
flask of rum in hand, relaxing back against a fallen log. Her belly was full,
and now she was just enjoying the night and companionship of those that had
befriended her.
Tesarik One: None of the original kumpania were even left, and she had no
idea where they'd all gone. They'd fallen off here and there, leaving her
only with a little tattoo of a spade on her hip that had once held magic and
bonded her in
Tesarik One: friendship to her now dead friend Nicohlet. But, it seemed as
the world worked, one you lost one thing you gained another... and eyes slid
over to where Bowen was telling stories to the children and she couldn't help
but grin.
Tesarik One: A childhood friend, she'd never have imagined he'd be among the
gypsies. She listened to his stories about as wide eyed as the children, just
from a little distance away, but if he happened to look her way he'd be given
a wide smile
Tesarik One: right back to him.
I Yield to None: Dragan was friendly to those around him, offering nods,
smiles and handshakes where appropriate. In one hand he carried a thick mug
of ale, both to ward the chill and to keep his senses from dulling too much.
He was a sentry to say
I Yield to None: the least, watching for external threats at all times.
Despite his connections to the "family" he was known to slip away from his
caravan for days at a time if a mark's scent was picked up. That was his
contribution to the caravan,
I Yield to None: providing protection and funds when needed. Though as a
culture they looked upon possessions in a different light, gold still make
the world turn and it was still their world for now. Stopping where two
wagons met his shirtless body
I Yield to None: of muscle and taught flesh acted as a stage for the shadows
from a nearbye campfire to dance and do battle. Taking a sniff of the air
before taking a small drink of his ale those gold eyes scanned the area
beyond the camp.-
psionic wanderer: As he came to the conclusion of his story, where the
heroic monkeys pelted the tiger with sticks and rocks and nuts until it ran
away, he got more animated of course! Had to entertain the kids. And then it
was done! As always, he
psionic wanderer: gave them a hook for the next night's story. "Tomorrow
night, I'll tell you about the time I decided to stalk the tiger for a
change." He smiled, then glanced over and spotted Scout, offering a grin and
a wave, and then he stood up,
psionic wanderer: grabbing his quiver and slinging it over a shoulder. The
bow was unstrung and tucked inside along with his arrows, of course. He
stepped over to her and then glanced back towards the kids. "I hope it was as
entertaining for you as
psionic wanderer: it was for them. I have a feeling an adult might be a
tougher audience."
Tesarik One: Scout was a bloodhound as well, and often snuck away from the
caravan she traveled with to do her work on marks she'd found nearby. Now
that her kumpania had become so small, though, she just went where the work
took her. She
Tesarik One: felt at home with these people, in some ways more at home than
she'd ever been at Hollander House where she'd been raised amidst the working
ladies. They'd treated her well, loved her, gave her everything they possibly
could to give
Tesarik One: her a good life, but she knew she wasn't really Ms. Hollander's
daughter. She had been related the story so many times, of showing up
barefooted, in a bloody dress as a small child speaking some foreign tongue.
They'd looked for her
Tesarik One: parents but could not find them so she'd been taken in, and
that strange language she'd spoken as a toddler had drifted away....
Voivan....little did she know she was a full blooded gypsy! Perhaps once she
found that out she'd
Tesarik One: understand why she felt so at home around here. She waved back
to Bowen and gave a soft laugh, "Very entertaining." Eyes flitted about,
landing upon the man that was staring out into the forest like he expected
trouble. She didn't
Tesarik One: know him, he was probably from one of the other caravans. She
glanced back to Bowen and patted the fallen log beside her, offering her
flask of rum. "It takes quite a bit more to make me foggy headed than it used
to."
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I Yield to None: Upon hearing the storyteller become much more excited he
shifted his gaze within the camp and watched it come to a conclusion. Seeing
the children's reactions did bring a smile to his face. He wasn't some
souless killer or outcast.
I Yield to None: Watching where the storyteller looked as he finished he
caught the gaze of the female who had been looking at him. Offering a nod and
a smile he would continue his walk along the wagons. He of course had seen
her look toward the
Tesarik Five: (Sadlin Grey - Emerald Defender - 2d70 - 40HP - 16DC - 44
Healing Points)
I Yield to None: storyteller and begin a conversation with him. It wouldn't
be considered rude to include himself in the conversation, they were all
"family" after all, but he wished to finish his walk of the parameter before
taking a break. Another
I Yield to None: intake of air was sampled through flaring nostrils as he
continued.
Tesarik One: There was one bad thing about having so many caravans in one
spot - not everyone knew each other. Someone could very easily infiltrate the
caravan, dressed properly, and sit at the campfire with no
Tesarik One: one the wiser that someone was there that didn't belong. Such
was the case tonight, there were strangers amongst the group! Three of them,
all three sitting at different campfires, laughing and drinking
Tesarik One: and eating along with the gypsies without anyone the wiser....
(Insight Check!)
psionic wanderer: He glanced over towards the other man when Scout took a
look and nodded to him as well, then looked back to his friend and smirked
when she offered the flask. He took it and had a sip, then offered it back.
"Well that's probably a
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
psionic wanderer: good thing, considering how little it took before." He had
a look around the combined camp then.
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
Tesarik One: (Auto Pass, but 26 total)
psionic wanderer: (Perception +3, Incredible Insight +5 = 13)
I Yield to None: (No bonus = 18)
Tesarik One: Scout & Dragan notice something "off" about two people in the
camp. Info sent via IM.
Tesarik One: "I was a fucking child...." She laughed and poked him in the
rib. "I can't help it that my little body couldn't handle rum when I was
young. Always had a taste for it though, I'd sneak a bottle and go and drink
myself to sleep in
Tesarik One: that treehouse after..." She stopped suddenly, shaking her
head, not finishing her statement but something had caught her eye and she
tilted her head as she stared over at one of the men near her at a campfire.
He was talking to one
Tesarik One: of the young female gypsies, and as she watched they stood up
and began to walk together towards the beach. She leaned towards Bowen and
whispered, "I got a bad feeling... I .. don't know what's wrong but something
feels... really
Tesarik One: wrong. Let's follow them?"
I Yield to None: The parameter was not being encroached, at least not that
he sensed from where he stood. It was when he turned his attention inside the
camp he caught something in his sweeping gaze. He had been trained well so
only a subtle change
I Yield to None: was shown for a split second when he caught the oddity.
Absently taking a sip of his drink he began to make his way toward the fire
in question, more smiles and nods given as he approached in a leisurely way.
psionic wanderer: "I know, and if you still drank like a child I'd be
concerned that you had a less interesting adulthood than I have." He winked,
then glanced over where she was staring. He hadn't noticed anything untowards
there, but he was newer
psionic wanderer: to this way of life than most of the people here,
probably! He watched right along with her, then nodded to her whisper.
"Alright. Maybe I'll get us some dinner while I'm at it." Said mostly so he'd
have an excuse to string that
psionic wanderer: bow. If it was trouble, well..he'd prefer to be ready!
Tesarik One: The man that had rose to walk off with the gypsy female was
bald, muscular, and had a wide mouth that was grinning all the time, and
oddly enough so did the man that Dragan had noted. And there was
Tesarik One: one other man sitting at another campfire that had the same
'look' about him, bald, muscular and grinny. The man with the female was
gently guiding her in a direction on the lonely moonlit beach where
Tesarik One: those at the camp could not see.
Tesarik Five: Sadlin didn't know how he ended up in the sea, well yes he
did. But he didn't understand why the man had to toss him overboard instead
of waiting until they got to port to leave him there. After all, it was just
a little harmless
Tesarik Five: flirting with Sol. Not like it meant much. The waves of the
sea lapped steadily at the sandy beach and carried with it the body of a man,
face down, and with his fine silken clothes nearly torn right off his body
due to the reefs,
Tesarik Five: waves, and critters of the sea that he'd come across during
his time all alone. Passed out from his long stay in the water a sputter of
sea water came from his lungs while his face rested on the sand there. Oh, he
wasn't a happy man
Tesarik Five: .....That was his favorite outfit that Grayson ruined!
psionic wanderer: He was lucky he hadn't been thrown overboard with a broken
jaw!
Tesarik One: She grabbed her weapon before they began moving along behind
them, slowly sheathing it on her back for now. She'd failed to notice the
third bald guy in camp, cause there were probably quite a few bald gypsies in
camp! She stopped
Tesarik One: behind a copse of trees, and peeked out to watch the strange
"gypsy" with the female, she didn't know the female either but had at least
seen her around the camp for a few days.
Tesarik One: (Scout & Bowen, roll a Spot)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
psionic wanderer: (+5 alert, +3 perception = 20)
Tesarik One: +6 PER, +5 Alert = 18
Tesarik One: Both Scout and Bowen notice the nearly drowned man as he washes
up on shore down along the beach.
psionic wanderer: He lifted a brow and pointed out the nearly drowned man in
case Scout hadn't seen. "Shall I tend to that and you follow the others, or
vice-versa?"
Tesarik One: The man sitting in camp downed a mug of whatever it was he'd
been drinking, and caught the approach of Dragan. He gave him a nod and a big
grin, flashing too many teeth once more for a brief moment.
I Yield to None: Dragan moved the campfire and patted the back of one of the
men he had spoken to earlier in the day. He offered a smile and greeting
before moving over so Dragan could sit. Take another sip of his drink he
lifted a piece of meat
Tesarik One: She had been watching the weird man, but then something caught
her eye further down. A lump of something....a figure? Man, woman, she wasn't
sure but this WAS Shark Cove, it was probably a dead body! "I... don't know.
This isn't a
I Yield to None: from the plate near the fire and motioned toward the bald
headed smile flasher with a nod and smile. "Evening," his voice was thick and
low in general, but still held that friendly overtones.
Tesarik One: safe place... let's both go see if that body's dead." So she
started moving further down the treeline towards the body.
Tesarik One: "Evening." The bald man sharing the fire nodded again to
Dragan, and squeezed his hands into fists. It was probably time for him to
ease out, unfortunately he'd not found something to take with him so he stood
and began making his
psionic wanderer: "You sure? If there's really trouble with them, one of us
should keep an eye on it, don't you think?" He'd follow along with her
though, because sticking together wasn't really a bad idea either! He just
didn't want any trouble to
Tesarik One: way towards the beach. The third bald guy noticed him leaving,
and wrapped an arm around a lady beside him, whispering.
psionic wanderer: start if he couldn't do anything about it.
I Yield to None: Where there was one rat, there were bound to be more. He
didn't even know about the first one so he simply waved a friendly goodbye
and leaned back to wait to see if anyone else got up to leave.
Tesarik One: The first bald guy looked around, spotted no one, and quickly
wrapped his muscular arm around the lady's throat, covering her mouth, but a
small scream was heard. He began dragging her into the surf!
Tesarik One: Soon enough, bald guy 3 got up with the female in tow, acting a
little drunk and whispering to each other headed for the beach too!
Tesarik One: (Dragan, roll a Listen)
Tesarik One: (Scout and Bowen - you hear the scream!)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
psionic wanderer: Well that scream sure seemed like someone was proving him
right! He glanced quickly in that direction when he heard it and cursed under
his breath, then took off in that direction, drawing an arrow from his quiver
to have it ready.
I Yield to None: (No bonus = 2)
psionic wanderer: Soon as he got in sight he'd probably like to take a shot
at the guy dragging the poor lady away!
Tesarik One: Dragon doesn't hear the scream, but there is that one guy
heading to the beach with the female!
Tesarik One: Dragan*
Tesarik One: Roll for your shot, Bowen.
psionic wanderer: And of course he was aiming for any vital area he could
hit without hitting the lady first! He hadn't quite trained himself to aim
nonlethally yet.
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
I Yield to None: Dragan noticed a second man of similar appearance get up
and leave from another fire. Alas, the rats be leaving. He patted the man
beside him on the back as he stood, saying goodbye for now, and began to
meander his way along
psionic wanderer: (+11 quickness, +2 ranger bonus = 20)
I Yield to None: the wagons before dropping low and following along behind
the two baldies and lady from within the grass.
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 2 64-sided dice: 13 34
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 3 8-sided dice: 1 6 6
Tesarik One: 4 dmg from roll
psionic wanderer: (4 + 13 + 11 quickness +3 ranger bonus = 31)
Tesarik One: 5 DR / +8 DEF "Sharkskin" = 18 DMG
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || Shark 2 0/?? [19] ||
Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3
0/?? [19]
Tesarik One: (one sec lemme see if I can get my bot to start)
Tesarik One: Ok test-
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 20-sided dice: 1 15
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 20-sided dice: 11 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Ok proceed!)
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || Shark 2 0/?? [19] ||
Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3
0/?? [19]
Tesarik One: Shark 1-
psionic wanderer: "Let the girl go and I won't have to put another one in
you." Shouted down to the grinning man in common!
Tesarik One: The bald headed man ended up with an arrow in his thick flesh,
and that brought his attention to the attacker. He shoved the girl into the
water and spun around, shifting as he did so, his muscular body growing
bigger and thicker,
Tesarik One: and his entire head taking on the head of a ravenous shark
complete with beady black eyes and a mouth full of razor shark teeth. He
stated a word calmly, and a tattoo upon his arm disappeared and in his hand
was a trident. "Try it
Tesarik One: again, I'm ready now." He couldn't reach the archer, but he
could reach the female. He spun and slammed the trident's forks down into the
woman's stomach, causing blood to redden the sea.
Tesarik One: Bowen-
Tesarik Five: (Test, to make sure I'm still here.)
psionic wanderer: He clenched his teeth when the bastard stabbed that woman
and immediately drew another arrow, not hesitating int he slightest before
sending it at his chest. He also started advancing. Better to draw the shark
thing's attention onto
psionic wanderer: himself in case the lady was still alive and could be
saved!
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: (Well that's a miss)
Tesarik One: Miss!
Tesarik One: Shark 2-
Tesarik One: The second man had reached the beach just in time to see what
was going on with his wereshark pal and his prey. He came in behind the
group, his trident forming as well as he shifted into half man-half shark,
and came up behind
Tesarik One: Bowen, sending his trident into his back.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Crit Fail!)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Trip and fall, lose a turn!)
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || *Shark 2 0/?? [19] ||
Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3
0/?? [19]
psionic wanderer: Come now, he was a ranger! It'd be harder than that to
sneak up on him! He darted to the side, but the man just tripped and went
face first into the sand anyway. Ha!
Tesarik One: Dragan-
I Yield to None: Dragan narrowed his gaze upon seeing what was happening on
the beach and immediately put two and two together with the pair in front of
him. Moving quickly but as silently as possible he leapt into the air at the
last second with
I Yield to None: his arm raised above his head. Throwing his one leg back he
brought his first forward and attempting to brutalize (shark 3) from behind
with a set of knuckles to the head.
I Yield to None: (Power Attack skill, Strength used toward strike)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Crit Hit!)
I Yield to None: (+12 = 32)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 2 60-sided dice: 36 13
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
I Yield to None: (+12 strength = 22)
I Yield to None: (punkass dice)
Tesarik One: 5 DR, +8 DEF = 9 dmg
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || *Shark 2 0/?? [19] ||
Dragan 0/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3
9/?? [19]
Tesarik One: Scout-
Tesarik One: Two of them? Wait, three.... possibly three because she saw the
gypsy man attack the third guy. They were weresharks on the prowl it seemed!
Scary! No wonder this was called Shark Cove. "Oh fuuuuck that." Her weapon
was drawn and
Tesarik One: she moved out of the treeline towards the shark fellow that had
fallen into the sand, with far greater speed than a small thing like she
should have. Blade readied, she leaped that final bit of distance and brought
Tesarik One: her flamberge sword up using both hands, and then down to
skewer him right through the back of his chest, along with her flourish being
yelled, "Think you're tough, do ya!?" (Combat Maneuver - Lunge and Skewer -
DC28 - Attack +16
Tesarik One: DMG)
Tesarik One: (vs Quickness btw)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (18)
Tesarik One: Failed DC, proceed with roll.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 80-sided dice: 71 5 60
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 22 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +21 (STR 12, 2-Handed Wpn 6, Dance Partner 3) +16 (Maneuver) =
59 dmg
Tesarik One: +5 DR/silver, +8 DEF = 46 - Dead!
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 0/39 [10] ||
Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 9/?? [19]
Tesarik One: Sadlin (Can post at will)
Tesarik One: Shark 3-
Tesarik One: The third shark was just moving along with his girl, hadn't
even shifted into half-shark, when he got slammed in the head, sending him
down to one knee. He shot up, and lunged for Dragan, wrapping his thick arms
around his waist as
Tesarik One: he slammed him down into the ground, and even in human form he
had way too many teeth in that mouth of his, and sharp too... he bit down
into Dragan's neck and shoulder, trying to rip flesh from bone.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 16 - Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 70-sided dice: 65 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 11 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +11 = 25 dmg
I Yield to None: (No defense)
Tesarik One: Shark 1 18/?? [19] || Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 25/39 [10] ||
Scout 0/47 [16] || Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 9/?? [19]
Tesarik One: Shark 1-
psionic wanderer: Well if she'd taken care of that second shark man, he'd
pick up his pace towards the first! Maybe he could get in melee range now!
Tesarik One: Shark 1 left the girl bleeding in the water and began to march
along the shore towards Bowen. Between Bowen moving for him, and him moving
for Bowen they'd quickly be in melee range! He was faster in water, but still
quick on land
Tesarik One: with two feet and had taken up a run with his trident lifted
with intent on jamming it right into the shoulder of the arm that was holding
the bow primarily.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 18 - Miss!
Tesarik One: Bowen-
psionic wanderer: He brought up his bow and slapped that trident aside
before it hit him, his other hand smoothly drawing an arrow and nocking it,
and while practically still touching that trident he drew back the arrow and
fired it point-blank,
I Yield to None: Dragan let out a growl of pain as he was bear hugged to the
ground and bitten. It at least could have been a sexy female wereshark, but
noooo, he had to be necking with a guy. Just great.
psionic wanderer: aiming to put the arrow right down the nasty thing's
throat!
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: (+13 = 25)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 2 64-sided dice: 47 18
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 3 8-sided dice: 7 8 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: (8 + 20 + 11 quickness +3 ranger bonus, +2 point blank
shot = 44)
Tesarik One: The arrow went down his throat and foul blood erupted as he
fell to the side, dead.
Tesarik One: Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 25/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] ||
Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 9/38 [19]
Tesarik One: Dragan-
psionic wanderer: And then he darted out into the surf to see if that woman
could still be saved!
Tesarik Five: Sadlin gave a deep groan as his body started to shift and move
in the sand. Those brown eyes of his slowly opening up as he looked to see
nothing but sand in front of him. Taking a moment to gain his senses he
finally pushed himself
Tesarik One: She was almost dead between drowning and bleeding, but if he
got help soon she'd live!
psionic wanderer: He could give her one of his full heal potions! Or pick
her up and run her to a healer. Latter'd probably be best, in case he needed
that potion later!
Tesarik Five: up to roll onto his ass, sitting up and trying to get his head
together.
I Yield to None: Two could play at the biting game and after hopefully
successfully prying his arms free he would pummel the sides of the guys head
before biting into its neck as well. Ah, young love.
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: Oh yeah, there was the washed up guy. Well he'd have to
check on him next! A glance showed he was moving at least. So it was off to a
healer with the lady. (brb)
I Yield to None: (+12 = 27)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 2 60-sided dice: 24 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
I Yield to None: (+12 = 14)
Tesarik One: +5 DR /silver, +8 DEF = 1 dmg
Tesarik One: Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 25/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] ||
Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 10/38 [19]
Tesarik One: Scout-
Tesarik One: "Holy fuck!" She tugged her blade out of the thick hide of that
wereshark and glanced around, in time to see Bowen take down another one.
Further back, another gypsy man was rolling around on the sand
Tesarik One: with one, though he'd not shifted yet. Damn, what to do!? She
ran back towards the other gypsy and reached down, grabbing him by the scruff
of his shirt and pulled him off Dragan, "Need some help?"
Tesarik One: Then she sent the hilt of her blade up against the back of the
wereshark's head, she had some questions and wanted one of them alive if
possible!
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +15 (12 QCK, 3 Dance Partner) = 26
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 80-sided dice: 23 41 69
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 19 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +21 = 40
Tesarik One: - DEF = 27
Tesarik One: Bowen 0/38 [21] || Dragan 25/39 [10] || Scout 0/47 [16] ||
Sadlin 0/40 [16] (0/44) || Shark 3 37/38 [19]
Tesarik One: Shark 3 is knocked the hell out!
Tesarik One: --End Combat--
I Yield to None: Dragan felt his body leave the ground as the guy didn't let
go until he was knocked the fuck out. He then fell back to the ground with a
wince before reaching up and cupping his neck. "Thanks" would be said
genuinely before he sat
I Yield to None: up with a groan.
Tesarik One: She yelled to the lady that had been with him to run and get
her rope from camp, which she did and soon came back with rope which was used
to tie the final wereshark up. This had brought a lot of the gypsies to move
around and watch
Tesarik One: whispering to each other. Scout waved and smiled, "It's taken
care of, though perhaps we should think about carrying onwards. It's not
called Shark Cove for no reason, so we've found out!"
psionic wanderer: Oh good, more gypsies showing up! He'd be bound to find
the injured lady a healer. Then it was back to the beach. Seeing the third
was taken care of, he went out to check on the washed-up man. He hadn't
unstrung his bow yet, but nor
Tesarik Five: Finally able to push himself up to his feet he gave a low
sigh, looking around he blinked just a bit to see all the ruckus that'd taken
place , that alone drawing a shake of his head. Off the boat and into the
ocean so to speak.
psionic wanderer: was he threatening Sadlin with it either. "Suppose if
there is a lucky time to wash ashore, you picked it" He offered his free hand
to help the man to his feet.
Tesarik One: Couple of burly men grabbed the wereshark that hadn't died,
unless Dragan wanted to take control of him and Scout smiled and winked to
Dragan. She ran back along the beach to find Bowen, and yes several had come
to help the poor
psionic wanderer: Or he got up all on his own! Well that was a good sign.
Tesarik One: lady, someone's sister and daughter! She knew the healers of
the caravans would help her, so she headed down to where Bowen was talking to
the man that washed ashore. He looked rough. "You might want to see a healer
too... let's
Tesarik One: get you to camp, get you warmed up, full belly, some dry
clothes. I bet you've got quite a story to tell." She moved to one side and
put an arm around Sadlin.
Tesarik Five: Luckly enough for him it'd been taken care of, only to hear
someone else talking to him. Oh! Someone was talking to him! "Ugh...More like
thrown to shore." His clothes in tatters it was a miricle that they hid all
the important bits
I Yield to None: No Dragan had no issues with others taking the remaining
wereshark back to the camp. He got to his feet and looked to his bloodied
hand before reapplying pressure to the wound. It would heal soon enough and
as he stood there he
Tesarik Five: of his body. Then that woman wrapped her arm around him,
causing him to lean against her just a bit as he coughed again. The salt
water having burned his throat and lungs just a bit, causing that voice of
his to be a bit horse. "
Tesarik Five: Thanks.....But where's my stuff?" He knew it was with him, and
it wasn't until he tried to take a step that he noticed the rope tugging at
his ankle, and the large chest attached to the other end of it. "Oh....There
it is."
I Yield to None: offered a wink in return to Scout before looking to the
others as they went to work, his gaze falling on the man who seemingly washed
up on the beach. He then brought up the rear, though he had done the least
damage that night.
Tesarik One: "Dear gods.." She saw the chest attached to his foot, and moved
down, tugging and cutting the rope off. "Someone try to drown you with your
own things?" She moved to the chest and lifted it up with ease, she was
rather strong after
Tesarik One: all, and left Sadlin to be helped by the two men as they headed
for the caravan camp. Oh, and while she was at it, she searched the two dead
wereshark's bodies and grabbed the three tridents too! Cause, you know, LOOT.
psionic wanderer: He was glad that Scout was there, this whole situation
with washing up on shore gave him too many bad memories! So she could do the
talking. He unstrung his bow and slid it into his quiver, then offered Sadlin
his shoulder to help
psionic wanderer: him get to the camp where he could rest, and get some food
and water and all that good stuff!
Tesarik Five: With a shoulder to lean on and the chest full of his things
taken care of he limped his way toward the camp. He didn't say anything else
just yet, mostly because he was still trying to make sense of it all, but
also because he was
Tesarik One: (Loot Sent)
Tesarik Five: just to damn tired. Either way he was helped to the camp where
he took the first seat he could find and plopped himself down. "Ugh." He had
to look odd there, what with his half held together fine silken clothes, that
perfect face
Tesarik One: She carried all the stuff and set it down, she'd found some
boots, and a ring, a pair of gloves and a wand in the weresharks belongings.
Plus, they had tridents now, though she wasn't sure what she'd ever do with a
trident - sell
Tesarik Five: and body, not to mention the silver hair. But hey, if you
didn't look strange then you didn't look right there....Right?
Tesarik One: it! One of the men went and got a set of clothes for Sadlin to
put on, and let him go change behind a wagon while food and drink was brought
to him. Scout plopped down beside the loot she'd found and started looking
through it
Tesarik One: better. "So, what's your name? I'm Scout."
I Yield to None: Dragan watched in silence, casting a gaze toward the beach
every so often. He then smirked upon hearing Scout talking to the beach....
wash-ashorer? Peppy little thing wasn't she? He held up a hand of thanks
toward someone who came
I Yield to None: toward him to tend his wound, shaking his head with a
rueful smile before nodding his thanks, "I'll be fine shortly, thank you."
(d)
psionic wanderer: Oh, loot. Once he'd safely seen Sadlin to either clothes
changing or a seat, he moved over to Scout to see what she'd found, glancing
down at it, and then having a seat nearby to clean off the arrows he'd used!
He'd retrieved them,
psionic wanderer: of course, except the one he missed with, since that
sucker just went out to sea forever!
Tesarik One: She pointed to Dragan, "You're wounded terribly, and you're
going to tell the healer you'll be fine shortly? Tsk, tsk, one of those type
of men hm?" She grinned. Thankfully she'd not taken any wounds, good thing
because osmething
Tesarik One: was wrong with her body and it didn't heal very well, which was
why she tried to avoid being wounded if she could!
Tesarik One: She pushed the boots over towards him that she'd taken off one
of the dead weresharks. "These look well made." She tossed the wand to
Dragan, and then offered the ring to the nearly drowned handsome fella.
Tesarik Five: With clothes in hand and a bit of help getting around to
change he put them on before a very audible groan was heard coming from
behind that wagon. He took the time to use a little of his healing touch to
make himself all better as
psionic wanderer: He took one of the boots and held it up to his foot to
compare sizes, then shrugged and nodded. He'd try them on properly later, but
for now he set them aside nearby and continued cleaning off his arrow. That
one that'd gone down
psionic wanderer: the shark man's throat would take a bit more work than the
other.
Tesarik Five: well before he came back out, moving over to stand near those
that had helped him before he sighed. Dressed in those colorful clothes of
greens, browns, and yellows, looking more like he'd just wrapped himself up
in a textile mill
I Yield to None: Dragan flashed a grin toward Scout and simply nodded. "Of
course I am," he then caught the wand and looked it over. It too would be
checked later. He motioned toward Scout after placing the wand in his back
pocket. "No harm to your
I Yield to None: pretty self is there?" (d)
Tesarik Five: than put on clothes. "These clothes will never work........"
He almost looked sad by having to wear them! But alas unless he wanted to
walk around nude he had little choice, not with all his things soaked as they
were. "Sadlin Grey
Tesarik Five: the name, piracy and seductions the game." He gave a wink to
Scout with that said..Ugh...He was loosing his touch! It had to be the recent
long swim he took. Yeah, that's it. Shaking it off he blinked at the ring and
lifted it up to
Tesarik Five: look it over for just a moment before shrugging and slipping
it on his finger. "Well. Guess piracy's not on the menu anymore sense I was
thrown off the boat. I mean, you smack the captians ass one to many times,
and tell her you'd
Tesarik Five: bed her in the birds nest and it gets you thrown over." For
shame.
Tesarik One: She grinned seeing Sadlin in those colorful gypsy clothes,
probably had a fine silk sash with it too in some bright color. "Now don't
you look handsome. Oh psh...they work just fine. Might want to see what's
salvageable in your
Tesarik One: chest and get some things hung up to dry. I doubt we'll be
staying here too much longer." She grinned towards Dragan and gave a shake of
her head, "Nope, just fine, thanks." She blinked a little and stared at
Sadlin, then began to
psionic wanderer: "Just as well that pirate's not on the menu. I'd hate to
have to put an arrow in you so soon after helping you out." He almost sounded
like he may have been joking, but it was hard to tell. He looked to Sadlin a
moment, then nodded.
Tesarik One: laugh, but quickly caught herself and clapped her hand over her
mouth, Bowen had seen her do such a move before!
psionic wanderer: "Name's Bowen." And that self-introduction stood for
Dragan too since he was nearby! He finished off the arrow cleaning, then eyed
the arrows to make sure they were still in good working condition before
tucking them back into his
psionic wanderer: quiver.
I Yield to None: "Women...." He said absently, agreeing with the oddity of
Sadlin's situation. I mean really, who didn't like a good slap on the ass and
a romp under the stars?
Tesarik One: Tonight they'd be on high alert for any other weresharks that
might creep out of the cove into their camp. They'd all (except Sadlin of
course) be asked to help with taking shifts to protect the area, and there
were no incidents the
Tesarik One: whole night.
psionic wanderer: He'd take two shifts! Mostly because he had trouble
sleeping anyway.
Tesarik One: --- end quest!