Shards of Broken Emperors/Playground 1, Vvardenfell: Roots of Sve'lkreen Options

[ureniashtram]

Cyldreen woke up early in the morning in his hammock. Yawning and stretching, he jumped to his feet and glanced at his surroundings. In front of his 'bed' was the door that lead into halls, and to his right was a simple drawer.

He went to the latter, and scooped up a brown pants and a gray sleeveless tunic. He wore them on and slipped on his flip-flops, then went to the exit.

I wonder how many miles we are from Seyda Neen? Better ask the Captain on that one, I guess. And my gear, too. That smith should repair it like it was brand new, or I'm gonna use my flippy-floppies as brass knuckles!

As he passed and glanced at many rooms that held snoring prisoners, he failed to see an old, but muscled, man in his way.
They bumped on each other, and the force of it knocked Cyldreen down.

"I'm sorry good, sir, I wasn't paying attention." the Breton apologised, while at the same time hauling himself up.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Jul 30 2010, 06:48 PM

[jack cloudy]

OOC: I say stick with flintlocks and similar only. A revolver is actually quite advanced, to the point where it's not really a *primitive* firearm. Anyway....

Kaye discarded the broken bottle he'd stolen from his last foe, by tossing it at the feet of his next. As a weapon it was worse than his fists but as a bare footshredding obstacle it served quite well.
"He's out of the game." The Redguard observed as the sailor crawled away, leaving twin streaks of blood behind.

"No thanks, I think I'll stick around here to keep their attention focussed. And if you find some wine, I'll have some of that later!" He shouted at Cyldreen when he got the offer for going to raid the stores of the ship.
"Besides, there are a lot of opponents, too many to hold off while ransacking crates. I'd rather keeping the option of escape open, even though that means jumping overboard without knowing if you can swim or not." He added in his thoughts. The momentary distraction proved to be costly when someone leaped at him with a crude spear. Kaye tried to dodge but caught it on his shoulder, sending a sharp pain through the joint.
"Oh you...how's this?!" He shouted at the offender and hacked the spear in two using his uninjured arm. He then followed it up by kicking a nearby bucket at him before hitting him on the throat with his fist.
"Tsk, can't use the right arm anymore and I'm getting mighty tired. That Breton better hurry up! Now would be an excellent moment to return with some proper weapons, or with a summoned minion."

As if they sensed his injury, a group of them surrounded him quickly. Kaye tried to peer beyond the mass of bodies before him for help, but found out that the assassin and the woman were in as much trouble as he was. They were too strong for him to take on but he might be able to break through their ranks if he went in low and sweeped one of them off his legs. In such a packed formation, it could very well bring down the whole group, for a moment at least. But that would be a risky act and likely to result in more injury on his side. Instead, he might have better odds if he tried diplomacy first.
"Now listen up, fellows." Kaye said while trying to hide the fatigue from his voice.
"We could very well keep this fancy brawl going a bit longer, fine by me. But hey, you may want to consider calling it quits before you run out of people to steer this goddamn ship! Just saying."