(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Berianna_Brown_Face.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Beriana Brown</span></span><br/><strong>Status:</strong>Lawful Neutral Male Half-Orc Monk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On a ship<br/><strong>With:</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/Berianna_Brown_Body.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2012-07-15 07:50:38, Beriana (uid: 13913) rolls: 1d20 Result: 13 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39689) +1 INT = 14 (Success)<br/>At 2012-07-15 07:55:11, Beriana (uid: 13913) rolls: 1d20 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39690) +7 Perception = 26 (Success)<br/></div></div><br/>The rude awakening I received was similar to others I have gotten in the past.  It was only a year ago that my mother sent me to a monk temple in hopes of curbing my fighting and thieving ways.  The monks' methods were more brutal, and hence more effective.<br/><br/>I was not sure what my mother expected of me - telling me with one breath what a great pirate captain my father was, yet yelling at me in the next breath when I was caught robbing or fighting.  I supposed the bullying I received didn't help me be much of a good person, either.<br/><br/>The monks knew how to keep me in line, at least, and I realized that order in one's personal life and in one's environment was of paramount importance.<br/><br/>My teachers detected my unresolved issues regarding my orc lineage, and encouraged me to pursue it.  I figured it would help my understanding of my perpetually absent father to follow his footsteps and do research on piracy.  I learned the basics of being a sailor and the code that pirates live by, which I learned to respect as a way of putting order to the possible chaos of being on a pirate ship.<br/><br/>Although it was not my intention to join this particular ship, I looked forward to seeing whether the code in reality matched the romanticized versions I have learned of.<br/><br/>As I stood up, I looked down at the man with the whip and recognized him from the previous night, when I had been chatting up a rather fetching corsair who seemed to have a thing for "a big strong half-orc."  The last thing I remembered was leaning in for a kiss with her, but instead I had an aftertaste in my mouth unlike any I have experienced before.<br/><br/>The man with the whip mentioned a name - Captain Harrigan.  Clearly this ship used force, or the threat of force, to maintain order... an order and a method to maintain that order that I could appreciate.  I decided to avoid making mistakes or otherwise displeasing the man with the whip, especially considering that he and his men were outnumbering us and could overpower us.<br/><br/>The crony cut my bonds and I then walked up behind the man with the whip.  It remained to be seen whether obedience was rewarded, but disobedience would certainly be punished.  These were lessons I preferred to learn from the mistakes of others, instead of my own.<br/><br/>I made no introduction and offered no assistance to the rest of the captives.  They were no friends of mine at this moment, and I intended to only look out for myself at this point.  The time for alliances would come later, away from the eyes of the man with the whip.  The priority now was to get on the deck and avoid the wrath of the authority figures.<br/><br/>Four of the captives looked like sailors, if not pirates - a female half-orc, a female human, a male human, and a male half-elf.  Another female human seemed like she belonged in a mage tower.  She was being helped by her fellow female human.  I thought this would be a bad idea for them - if one of the pirates took a dislike to one of them, the other could be associated with her.<br/><br/>I subtlely checked the hidden pockets of my loose shirt and breeches and found that I had some shuriken.  They were concealable and expendable.  Although not particularly good for killing, they were great for providing a distraction or a nuisance.  Of the small arsenal I possessed, these would have the most utility.<br/>