[pnpgm] Update #51 - Raddok - cleaning up gore, learning Cerulean

[Bessie Hadley]

Raddok arrives on deck just in time to see the dragon crash onto the lockers and deck, into a broken, bloody (& horridly odorous) mess. The crash is reverberating & a bit stunning, and he falls back into the doorway & yells in surprise, but it now seems the emergency is over - and he missed it! However, he soon finds himself stripped down to his oldest pants, and along with the others, dragging bloody guts to the rail & helping toss them overboard. He asks Dorhak about keeping at least one claw & a tooth from the beast as souvenirs, having plans to sell one at some point, & make the other into either a pendant or part of his hat's decorations. He asks about the dragon's blood, but since it was now dead, it has no value, evidently. He tries to remove a few scales, but doesn't spend long at it …

[does this require a success throw? He would use his great sword to help peel them off]…

…, as there's a LOT of dead meat, bones & gut to throw overboard. He thinks that they might be followed by sharks for a few days, due to this mess they were tossing away. He digs rather deep into the beast's body, helping to drag the thing off to the rails with ropes, as he needs to retrieve his great sword, stored in one of the lockers the beast fell onto.


Apris 22 - Raddok continues to help clean the ship & start to repair the lockers, having finally retrieved his great sword & his quilted armor the evening before, which had been wrapped around the sword & sheath, providing some cushioning protection from the dragon's fall. 

The quilted armor is now a bit stained and filthy with seeped blood & fluids, and he spends over an hour scrubbing it with as much soap and water as he can get, to get the smell and blood out. He asks Kiet if there's a magical way to clean it, and the small amount of blood on the sword's sheath, a magical way that's better than the standard ways of scrubbing with cloth & leather cleaners. 

Despite the seabirds, he spends a fair bit of the day scrubbing at the decks & the surviving lockers, and once, when fending off a particularly obnoxious gull, gathers a few white tail feathers that get pulled out when he gives the noisy bird a toss over the lockers. He adds them to a large pocket in his pack (3 feathers). "Sorry, old fella" he says, "but I live here at the moment & you're just visiting. I don't like a slippery deck." And he tosses a bit of gut toward the bird in apology for the feather loss, then again grabs his mop to swab the deck, after using a broom to sweep a bit more gore toward the rails. 

The hard work feels good, especially since he missed the fight. From now on, he will not loosen his armor so much when he goes off-duty to sleep - it would only have to be loosened an inch or so, & that could be re-tightened quickly, even done while running toward whatever melee might have popped up. Then he remembered the dream that he had not wanted to awaken from, and blushed, feeling foolish. He was not a kid to dream about buried treasure anymore. Sighing, he realizes he still had dreams though, & a pretty, tempermental brunette in Ma'helas was among the best of them.

He asks, during the afternoon, about using the necklace to learn Cerulean, as he had started to learn that language, but left before he could complete his learning. He also, again, asks about improving his Fomorian. If there's a chance, he will use the necklace before lunch on the 23rd to learn Cerulean.

Apris 23rd. - Being an odd-numbered day, Raddok is armed with the great sword, sheathed on his left hip (for a cross-draw - it's an easier draw for the larger blade), and his leather armor. His quilted armor has been hanging from the rails near the wheel, and is still slightly damp (this is if Kiet had no way to magically clean it & the sword's sheath), but the fog yesterday had delayed its being completely dry (If Kiet did, & the armor's dry, it will be stored with his pack, which was also retrieved from the lockers), and his pack is now stored doubled-up with one of the sailor's belongings (sharing lockers now), or along the wall of surviving lockers, if there's not enough lockers for everyone to share. 

As he finishes his lunch, he notices the coming thunderstorm. It seems to be coming rather fast, so he goes to secure his backpack, shield, mace & quilted armor, tying it tightly with rope around one of the surviving lockers (this only if not already in a locker; if already in a locker, he just checks to be sure it's securely shut, storing away the slightly damp armor inside).



Bess L. Hadley