Old Wounds, New Cuts
17th of Lamashan 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
"There's something to be said for having the cook owe us for our silence..." you start to the expected look of shock-soon-to-be-denial from Mina and thoughtful mind nudge on Sirim's part. "But it's the captain's ship and if this does go badly it will leave us with precious few in the way of allies on the ship. I don't know about you, but I don't fancy swimming to Almas..."
"Perhaps you should all learn to fly then," the shade jests lightly.
Cob snickers and Gorok, one suspects, is left wondering at warm-bloods, even those who do not presently have blood or veins.
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So as not to make too clear the matter of the 'goblin in the kitchen', which would be cause for alarm to the ship's crew, it is Sirim who lays out what 'he' had stumbled upon while exploring the ship. "Fair warning captain, I have no particular affinity for those who share my form, but it is odd when heads are torn from shoulders and odder still to see so many slices, a part perhaps of devotions you did not know of," he finishes politely.
At first your intrusion into her cabin had been greeted with a flat look and sharp questions, but now her expression had darkened, the faint jungle of bracelets and earrings falling into silence.
"Oh I know what this is and there will be hell to pay mark, my words!"
Sirim Diplomacy: 1d20+12 = 32 (Critical Success)
As she gathers up half a dozen of the sailors from those working topside, scared and sea-toughened folks who knew their way around a knife for more than gutting fish if you're to judge, the mood turns grim. No one knows quite what she means to do, but odds are good the man she's after won't like it.
Without prompting you and Mina decide to follow along, Sirim floating along curiously.
The fellow in question, 'Big Oka' the cook, came by that name fairly, a square sort of fellow who looks like the worst squalls won't move him one inch from where he wants to be. He turns to face the approaching group of his crew-mates and captain with a knife in one hand and the pig bone he was cleaning the meat off of in the other.
"What did you promise me, Oka? What did you promise you'd stopped doing when I let you on my ship?!"
"Mel I don't know what you're talking about..."
"Why are there dead snakes on my ship?" she asks dangerously. "Lim," she motions to one of the men with her. "Search under that counter!"
Fear and realization chase each other over the cook's broad face before settling on a kind of grim determination. "We'd have been dead back in '04 when we got becalmed in the Steaming Sea! Wind out of season? Who do you think did that, eh?"
"
You?" the captain asks scornfully.
"You know I'm no wizard," Oka answers, putting away the pig bone, though not the knife you notice, a twinge at the back of your neck, a premonition of the body instead of spirits far off. "
He doesn't ask for much, nothing we're not giving him anyway."
"I've seen what he asks and I'll have
none of it! I swore that eighteen years ago and my word I live by!" Unlike you, the recrimination is thick and bitter in the air.
"Found 'em, captain," Lim says as she takes out one of the dead snakes Cob had marked.
"You know where this goes, Oka. You were there when Perf
and Hira died," the captain continues.
"Because she was killed Mell! Killed trying to end a tyrant!"
"I don't give a shit!" the captain says, each syllable edged in venom. "We left it all behind! The Legion, the Laws! And now you bring it all back, and not just that, you bring back their dirty little secret. What was that expression they used, friends in strange places...?"
"Like the
fucking Aspis?' Oka finally seems to have lost his temper. "Is that what you want to be, their lapdog until you die?"
"The Pure Legion are the enforcers of what are called the Laws of Mortality, the code that forbids worship of a deity within Rahadun," Sirim whispers in your mind and from her start Mina's also.
"Where they can they try to spread such sentiments to other lands, I suspect the captain and most of her crew once served that function though the deaths of some of their companions soured them to the mission. I speculate further that they defected and found protection under the auspices of the consortium. Who 'he' is, alas, I could not say."
Mina Knowledge (History) (DC 20): 1d20+12 = 17 (Failure)
Sirim Knowledge (History) (DC 20): 1d20+12 = 26 (Success)
"Throw him in the brig Mr. Lim," the captain says in disgust.
Much to your surprise, Oka puts down the knife and allows himself to be lead away, though that leaves you with yet more questions. How would one man, by his own account 'not a wizard', summon winds.... and is that means still on the ship for someone to claim? If Mel doesn't want it you certainly do.
Oka's reaction: 1d100 = 96 (Allows himself to be arrested)
Almas draws near, but you have a few more days still on the ship. What do you do?
[] Speak to someone
-[] Mel about what you just heard, maybe she will be grateful enough to open up
-[] Gavhaul about his strange spell, perhaps flattery is a way to get him to lower his guard
-[] Ungor, find out more about the fiery dwarf and his apparent deep hatred of the living dead
[] Surreptitiously search the ship for any magical treasures Oka may have left here
[] Write in
OOC: That first Sirim roll was done two days ago because I did it when you did the divination. Kori was looking forward to that conversation.