At 2012-07-15 01:19:34, Katherine Hayes (uid: 36370) rolls: 1d20m4 tn1: 10 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39681) (int check result 20)<br/>At 2012-07-15 01:22:30, Katherine Hayes (uid: 36370) rolls: 1d20m5 tn1: 10 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39682) (perception check result 11)<br/>At 2012-07-15 01:27:43, Katherine Hayes (uid: 36370) rolls: 1d20m8 tn1: 15 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39683) (craft:alchemy check result 17)<br/><br/>Katherine woke up in a haze, blinking hard and scrunching up her forehead to fight off the blinder of a headache she finds herself with.  The shouting didn't help- she couldn't make out exactly what he was saying through the ringing of her ears, but the voice sounded familiar, somehow.  She presses her hands to the deck, wincing at the aching of her wrists and shoulders.  Running her tongue through her mouth, she gathers up a wad of blood and spits it crudely onto the floor.<em>Hold on.  There was a greasy taste in the copper.  Taggit, maybe?  Sounds right.  I swear to god if I ever see that bas-</em><br/><br/>She picks herself up, rocking back and forth with the motion of the ship up to her knees, looking up.  She glares intensely at the crusty man with the whip, but remains silent.  She stands the rest of the way up in one fluid motion, smiling slightly despite her situation- she's felt the familiar weight of her boot dagger, which they must've missed.<br/><br/><em>I feel bad for the poor sods that don't have their sea legs- oh hey here's one now- press gangin's a bad way to learn.</em>She glances around at the others, and holds out a hand down to the scantily clad, slender lass (Tivalt) beside her; she doesn't seem the seafaring type, and is likely going to need help learning the ropes.