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[Sea of Diana] Shiver Me Timbers!

Era XXV Early Winter

Gambling was a favored pass time on board the Broken King, as it was on many nautical vessels. As they were pirates, the crew of this particular vessel found themselves gambling more often than they probably should have been. Cards were not viable on the often wet environment of a ship, so Liar's Dice was the preferred game at sea. Many nights and days were spent among the crew rolling dice, winning and losing all of their hard-earned pay. This was the situation Seph was currently in under the deck of the Broken King.

Seph had his hand over his dice-cup and was shaking it with a mischievous grin on his face. The other four around the cabin mirrored the same movement. "Down!" Seph called out and the five of them slammed their dice-filled cups onto the wooden planks. Giving each other suspicious glances, everyone tilted their cups up so they could see the results of their rolls. Seph quickly glanced at his results (two 6's, two 3's, and a 1) and then began studying the faces of his mates. A little nose twitch here, a little tick in his hands, anything could reveal whether a good or bad hand was under their cups. "Three sixes." And he tossed five copper swords in the middle of the table.

It started with Seph and went clockwise, everyone raising the pot a bit more. He had been playing countless games with these people for a decade, but even as he knew their ticks, they knew his in turn. "Six threes." It was back to Seph once again and the pot was up to seventy-two swords. He looked to the man on his right, Brach, a well-meaning but less than intelligent half-orc. His eyes narrowed. "Yer lyin' aren't ye, Brach? Show yer hand, liar!" On Seph's call, all of the players lifted their cups.
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The crew off duty on the berth deck were a varied bunch. Sitting in a circle on the floor amidst the hammocks that were hung from ash poles inserted into sockets in the wooden deck overhead were the Trelorian and his shipmates: Brach the half-orc, Krinn the halfling, Feron the human, and Ophani the Medonian elfess.

The pot was sizeable and all eyes turned to Brach as Seph challenged his bet. The half-orc shrugged with a smirk and then lifted his cup in unison with the others. Four under his cup alone. Ten eyes scanned the other dice on the deck to find another two. There was only one other. “Fething Jorel and his demon minions!” The half-orc spat as the others laughed. He took one of his dice and slipped it into his pocket. Leaving him with only three. Krinn had 4 left, Freon two, and Seph and Ophani both had their 5.

“All hands on deck!”
Bellowed a deep booming voice from above. The four pirates scrambled to their feet, stuffing their winnings into their pockets and running for the stairs to the main deck where Captain Rorn was busy shouting orders as dark clouds moved quickly towards them in the sky.
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Seph and the rest of the group chortled at the half-orc's misfortune. "Ah, that's alright, Brach. I'm sure ye'll be coming out ahead with yer--" He glanced down at the remaining dice in the man's cup and put on an exaggerated grimace. "Oof, mate, only three left now." Seph was ready to rile the man up further when the bellowing orders came from above deck interrupted him.

There was no time to waste, but still Seph took the time to make sure everyone got their share of the pot. They might be amoral pirates, but honor among thieves and all that. If you couldn't trust your shipmates, who could you trust? He pounded his way up to the top of the deck and tried to turn into the well-oiled machine that the crew had to be to weather any kind of storm at sea.

The dark clouds told of a violent storm to come, and the quel worried that even if they managed to get the sails down and everything secured, the Broken King still might not be able to weather it. That was always going to be a possibility. You could do everything right, and still be torn apart by the unforgiving sea. Seph gave a brief but sincere prayer to Markalin, and scanned the deck to see what needed to be done. If the hatches hadn't been battened down, he would grab the attention of his comrades closest to him and go about securing the tarps over the hatches.
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It was organized chaos on deck as everyone did what needed to be done to secure the ship. Cannons were secured, hatches were battened down with wooden boards, and the anchor was raised. Any good sailor knew that it was best to be as heavy as possible when weathering a storm. A light ship was blown about by the wind and usually capsized. And the chances of surviving such a wreck were not good.

While Capt Rorn Stood on the quarter deck, his eyes on the skies as the dark clouds swiftly rolled in, First Mate Jibbs shouted orders. Without warning, the clouds opened up and the rain started pouring down. More than a few pirates slipped and fell on the slippery deck as the tried to run to quickly do their assigned jobs.

Jibbs caught sight of Seph once the hatches were done. “SEPH!” He barked. “You and Krinn get up the shrouds and stow the sails on the main mast." If he looked up, Seph could see some of his shipmates were already up one of the other masts and were hanging on for dear life as they worked quickly to stow the sails, lest the coming wind rip them to shreds.

Krill punched Seph in the arm, gave him a toothy grin and made for the shroud where he quickly shimmied up, careful not to slip on the wet rope.
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Seph was thinking that Markalin was in a right foul mood today. Or maybe Carmelya. It didn't much matter which deity had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, all that mattered was that the Broken King and her crew were taking the brunt of the resulting temper tantrum.

The quel patted down the wooden boards pulled over the hatches with his palm. They were as secure as they were going to be. He had done this hundreds of times. Storms at sea weren't exactly a rare event, and all these years he had seen and weathered through his fair share of tempests. That did nothing to stop the exhiliration that coursed through his veins as the Broken King began being assaulted by the pure and wild force of the storm. There was a certain kind of beauty to it. Beautiful or not, though, he certainly didn't want to get capsized.

Seph nodded to Jibbs, saluted him with a wide grin on his face, and said, "Aye, aye, Jibby!" Before following the halfling to the shrouds. The deck was indeed slippery from the rain, and Seph held onto the rigging or the handrails where he could until he made it to the main mast.

The ropes were slick, but Seph had done this a hundred times. He was confident nothing bad would happen. The Broken King had carried them safely through worse. They just had to do their part, and she would do hers. Seph patted the dagger at his belt, and began climbing up the shroud.
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The halfling was faster than his shipmate and scurried up the opposite shroud and was hanging onto the beam attached to the mast in no time. Seph took a little longer as his boot slipped a few times. But he did finally make it.

Krinn looked around as he straddled the beam and grimaced at the Quel’anthasan before putting his head down and working the wet ropes with his tiny fingers pulling the sail up and securing it.

It started to rain even harder and suddenly there was a bright light that streaked across the sky followed immediately by a loud BOOM. All the sailors on deck looked up at the sky and then moved even faster to complete their tasks, especially the ones securing the sails.

Krinn finished while Seph still fumbled with the wet ropes on his side. “Hurry up!” the halfling shouted at him, knowing he would be barely heard above the storm. He then shimmied down the beam and back onto the shroud. The others had all finished securing the sails, it was just Seph left and he was struggling.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, but farther away this time.

“SEPH!” Jibbs called from below. The Quel’anthasan would not be able to see it, but there was concern on his face. “LEAVE IT!” He yelled, but his voice was lost in the wind and the rain.
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After the third time his boots slipped off the shroud, Seph cursed himself for not taking off his boots before following Krinn up the shrouds. Even in the wake of a violent storm, Seph had wanted to beat Krinn up the shrouds and had neglected to take them off. Well, it would be vastly more dangerous to try to remove them from up here. He continued the climb.

Seph straddled the beam and began tugging and pulling at the knots. Wet and slippery, just like the shrouds. Even without the moisture and very real fear of being blown into the sea, the wind had gotten a hold of the rigging making it extra difficult to get a good grip. Lightning flashed across the sky, startling him and causing him to look up towards the light. Everyone needed to get down, preferably below deck.

Scanning the masts Seph found that everyone else had finished their tasks except him and Krinn. At least they were slowpokes together. The halfling caught his eye, and Seph saw that his side of the sail was secured. So much for that. Krinn yelled something over the storm, but it was all too loud and he couldn't quite make out what he had said. Seph just nodded and went back to his own task, now the only one left. Another flash of lightning crossed the sky.

Seph finally managed to get a good grip on the ropes. There was commotion down on the deck, but the rain obscured much of what he could see and hear. This only gave him more of a reason to quickly get the sail secured, and get back on deck to aid his comrades. He strained with his muscles attempting to pull his half of the sail up to the beam and tie the ropes around it.
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The sail was now wet and so heavy. It made pulling it up that much more difficult and Seph’s muscles ached with effort as he pulled and secured each section securely with the ropes. The rain stung his eyes as he tried desperately to see what he was doing. Eventually, his expert fingers managed to tie the appropriate knots to bind the sail to the mast. Seph then shimmied down the beam and proceeded to work to secure the final end of the sail.

Below him, even Captain Rorn had his eyes on the purple Quel’anthasan, whose vivid hue was almost lost in the dark grey of the clouds. Jibbs had told everyone to get below the deck, but the majority of the crew went reluctantly, stealing glimpses of Seph straddling the beam before slipping into the safe confines of the hull. Brach and Feron both stayed above, their eyes shielded by their hands to try and keep the rain out and keep Seph in their sights.

“He’s a fething lunatic,” Brach yelled to be heard over the storm.

“Aye,” shouted Jibbs. “He’s going to get himself killed.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than did a bolt of lightning strike Seph, entering through his shoulder and out through his opposite foot. The Trelorian could be seen momentarily going rigid before slowly beginning to fall sideways off the beam.
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The rain and wind whipped at Seph's body, threatening to carry him off of the narrow beam and into the sea. If that was all he had to worry about, simply holding on for dear life, that would have been hard enough. But there was also this fething wet sail that did not want to be secured. In the back of his mind Seph knew it was unwise to stay up this high in a lightning storm. It was asking for trouble. In the forefront of his thoughts, though, were those people down there. Even as he wrestled with the sail, he saw through the storm that figures were making their way under deck. In a storm like this you couldn't take chances with loose sails, and he would risk anything to protect his mates.

Finally, the sail was secured and the Quel'anthasan tried to shimmy his way back down the beam. There was a big grin on his face as he did so. Nothing better than risking your life to protect the crew, and coming away scot-free.

No sooner had he thought the thought, that thousands of volts of electricity slammed into Seph's shoulder. A loud yell of pain escaped his lips. His grip on the beam began to slip. He was stunned by the sheer force of the bolt. Even had he had the physical ability to keep a hold of the beam, or grab a rope, anything, he couldn't think clearly enough to react as he fell off the beam.
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“Mother fething….” Jibbs cussed as Seph started to fall. “MOVE!” he barked at Brach and Feron, who had both stood there shocked at what they had just witnessed. Both men looked at each other and then around. They needed to catch Seph somehow. If he wasn’t already dead, falling straight onto the deck of the ship would take care of it.

“The extra sail!” Captain Rorn shouted. The orc and human bolted for the crate near them, ripping the top off and yanking out the ivory sail inside. The four of them all grabbed a corner and tried desperately to keep their footing on the slippery deck as the ship heaved and lurched back and forth in the choppy water. They didn’t have to wait long as no sooner had they gotten the sail taught between the four of them did Seph land in the middle of the makeshift net.

The Trelorian was unconscious and dead weight, and the force made Feron slip and lunge forward with the momentum. He landed on top of the passed out elf. “Sorry Mate!"

“Is he breathing?” the Captain demanded of the crewman. Feron put his ear to the chest of his friend and felt the pressure of his chest against his head as it rose and fell with Seph’s breath. “He is, Captain!” he replied, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

“Get him into my cabin!”

Brach and Feron raised their eyebrows, but there was no time to question the strangeness of the order. Seph should have gone to the infirmary below decks. But another crack of lightening and it was easy to see why the Captain had chosen his closer private quarters.

The burly half-orc took Seph's arm and pulled him up over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Taking each step deliberately, but with jerky movements to ensure he didn’t fall and drop his mate, the half-Orc carried his friend to the door of the Captains Quarters. Jibbs opened the door and the four men all filed in.

“Put him there, on that couch,” Rorn ordered, pointing to a plush couch that had been bolted to the floor of the cabin. Brach lowered the Quel’anthasan onto the couch as carefully as he could.

“Good. Now, join your crew mates below decks. We’ll keep you appraised,” the Captain ordered. Both men nodded and quickly exited the room, closing the door tightly behind them.

“There’s no way to tell if he’ll live, Captain,” Jibbs said, bracing himself on the edge of the couch as the storm raged outside.

“Aye, but there is a chance and he’s one of our finest crewmen,” Rorn commented. “We’ll do what we can.”

The storm raged on outside of the cabin, while the two senior officers chatted about future plans and conquests. A few candlemarks passed before the Quel’anthasan finally stirred.

There was a burn hole in the right shoulder of his shirt and a hole at the bottom of his left boot. His shoulder was quite sore and tender. If there was any physical damage, it was not readily visible.
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Seph's vision narrowed as he fell. It felt like he was falling impossibly slow. As if he was sinking very slowly to the bottom of the sea. Garbled voices yelling down beneath him as if they too were under water. Finally his eyes closed to blackness and his mind drifted into unconsciousness.

When his consciousness came back to him, it took a moment for him to open his eyes. The first thing he did was groan in pain. Everything was groggy and sluggish, and there was a deep pain in his shoulder down to his foot. Seph squinted his eyes open, immediately recognizing the Captain's Quarters. "Cap? Did we get drunk again and..." Seph groaned again and put his hand over his eyes.

As he felt the pain more thoroughly, he knew that this was no hangover he'd ever had before. He would know, being quite the expert on recovering from journeys to the bottom of a bottle. "Oh god, what happened last night?"
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By the time Seph finally regained consciousness, the storm was starting to abate. There was no longer the bright flashes of lightening or the deep booms of thunder, but there was still the sound of steady rain pelting down on the deck above the cabin. The oil lamps around the cabin were lit and it was relatively bright in the room.

Captain Rorn and Jibbs had been leaning over a table with a map stretched out on it, talking in low voices and periodically pointing to places on the map. At the first groan of pain, both men looked up and over at the Quel’anthasan and proceeded to walk over to check on him. Each step of their boots was like a thundering in Seph’s elegantly pointed ears.

Ignoring the question posed to him, the Captain got down to business. “Seph, how do you feel? Are you alright?”

Jibbs shook his head and let out a snort in disbelief. “It’s a bloody wonder you’re still here, mate,” he said.

“I’m going to go down and fetch the healer. He’ll likely want to look him over and I’ll wager his mates are wondering if he’s survived as well. I will go and put them out of their misery,”
Jibbs continued, his attention shifting from the Trelorian to the Captain. Then the large man took his leave.

The question sounded odd to the Captain, but he said only, “Let’s just wait for the healer to arrive.”

It was no more than a few minutes than was there a couple sharp raps at the door and after being admitted by the captain, Jibbs and a spindly little dwarf who walked with a waddle carrying a black leather bag entered.

“Here we are Doc,”
Jibbs said, gesturing to the purple elf.

The Dwarf waddled over to the Trelorian and looked him over.

“How do you feel?”
he asked his voice a soft tenor, a stark contrast to the deeper more gravely tones of his kinsmen. “What do you remember?"
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“No, I feel bloody awful. Feels like someone whacked my head in with a frying pan.” His hand wasn’t doing enough to block out the light. The Quel’anthasan rolled over on the couch and buried his face into the cushions and groaned again. Did he get in a brawl maybe? Got punched in the head and knocked out. Hopefully the other guy was in worse shape than he was. He mumbled as much into the cushions.

Jibbs’ words were confusing. He pulled his face out of the cushions and sat up, squinting up at his superiors. The light was still painful to his eyes. “Whaddaya mean wondering if I survived? What the feth happened?” He watched the First Mate’s back as he retreated out onto the deck. It was raining outside, he could see. Now that his head was clearing a bit, he also started to hear the rain pounding against the ship.

The way everyone was talking frightened the Quel’anthasan. It felt as if something had happened while he slept and they didn’t want to break the news to him just yet. Seph braved the searing light and opened his eyes all the way. All of his limbs were still attached, so there wasn’t some sort of amputation while he was away. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair. Nope, not bald. Everything seemed normal.

Then there was that pain in his shoulder and his foot. He looked down to see the burn mark in the shoulder of his shirt. Just as he noticed this the short dwarf came in with his black leather bag. He looked at Jibbs suspiciously as the dwarf sidled up to him. What the feth was going on?

“Well, I don’t remember what happened. Far as I know, we got into some sort of brawl? No one’s tellin’ me nothin. And as I was tellin’ cap, it feels like my head was done in with a club. Oh and my shoulder hurts.” Seph pulled his shirt off over his head and inspected the source of the pain.
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Rorn frowned at the response he got to his question. Was that a result of the lightning strike, the fall or for Feron slipping and falling on top of him? He was no healer, so there was no way for him to know. And he didn’t want to excite the elf further, so he simply said nothing further at the moment.

No one replied to Seph’s second question. It was as if no one was listening to him, but everyone was concerned for him.

The gangly clean-shaven dwarf said nothing in response to Seph’s assertion that he had no idea what had happened but gave a guess. Considering that it was Seph, the guess was fairly reasonable, but it was not so.

Reaching forward, the dwarf took Seph’s burnt linen shirt from him and laid it over the edge of the couch before inspecting where the lightning bolt had struck.

What was found under the shirt was a surprise to both healer and Seph.

Starting from what could only be assumed was the point of entry on his right arm was a large deep purple fern leaf-like pattern that made it’s way down Sephs shoulder and bicep on his arm. Not only there, but it also splayed out across his chest, down the left side of his torso disappearing beneath his pants where, when he finally completely disrobed, Seph would find went all the way down his left leg finally ending at the bottom of his left heel.

“Ioannes above,”
the dwarf healer breathed as he marvelled at the sight. “I’ve read about these but never seen them. Lightning scars….."

“Holy feth, Seph!” remarked Jibbs, crossing his arms, his tone impressed.

Captain Rorn said nothing but watched and waited.

Gingerly, the dwarf healer reached out and lightly brushed the markings on Seph’s skin, but the marks were still quite tender and even the slightest touch was sore.


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There was pain as the rough material of his shirt brushed against the burn marks. When the scars were revealed, he jumped up from the couch despite the pain all over his body. As he got up he pushed the healer to the side, but he was a bit too preoccupied to apologize. "What the feth?" His fingers traced the scars down his arm, across his chest and stomach. He pulled off his pants to get a better look at the entirety of the scar. Nothing anyone in the captain's quarters -- the entire ship, actually -- hadn't seen before.

Balancing on one foot, Seph pulled up his left foot and looked at the exit wound. The quel'anthasan's skin was no stranger to scars. His hands had lived through quite a few rope burns and slipped knives. There were a few other scars that the dwarf healer himself had had to stitch up. But none of them compared to the massive scar that now covered the length of his body.

After inspecting the scar thoroughly, the elf turned back towards his audience in all his naked glory. "Lightning burn, did ya say?" His eyes darted over to the door to the deck. The sound of the pouring rain made something in his head click. The heel of his palm collided with his forehead. "Ah. Markalin's fething ****. Struck by lightning while stowing the main sail?"

Seph looked down at his body again, inspecting the scar. "Don't s'pose we could say I got this when I took on a coven of witches, eh?"
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