<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VdfvJ72.jpg)</div><strong>Captain Rovana, Unknown crewmate. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299038.msg14627219#msg14627219)</strong><br/><strong>The Docks -&gt; Boarding the Red Whore</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Everyone</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Naomi</div><div class="spoiler_body">You do recall a pirate Captain named Rovana, titled The Reaver, she's more myth than fact however, said to have either lead, or defeated an army of demons, hide her soul in her parrot so that she may never die and despite there being a parrot, Naomi was kind of suspicious this wasn't <em>that</em> Rovana. She lacked in.. mythicalness, plus, her ship was the Red Dawn, not the Red Whore. Slight distinction!</div></div><br/>Given Viola's reaction, Rovana had stopped her fondling with a distinctive pinching for her efforts and an innocent grin. "Sure I got me a ship." She had grinned. Joe, the Parrot rawked happily, seeming to be intelligent enough to enjoy Viola's gushing over him. It did eye Naomi's albino with a suspicious, one-eyed glance at the other hogging the attention.. but it still dutifully circled the skies.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4a/3e/7d/4a3e7d7aaba9f74a48cdd32d54c978b6.jpg)</div>"Obviously I'm part of the captains crew, what ye on about lass?" The black haired pirate mused. Then however, he tilted his head, at both Meera and Naomi's words. "Oi, what are you two on about?" He asked.<br/><br/>"This is Captain Draco's ship an-" As he tried to explain the situation, Rovana had shifted behind him, pulling up her decorated blade with a fluidity of motion that was unfitting to her drunken state.. and she whacked the handle down on the back of his head. "UGH! OWWW What the?" He shouted out, struggling and stumbling forwards, only to be hit in the back of the head again, and then, unceremonously kicked over the reeling, landing with a loud splash in the seas below.<br/><br/>"He'll live." Rovana commented, before there were a few blubbering noises of bubbles rising to the surface.<br/>"Propably.." She looked each of you over, readjusting her blade to hang loosely in a belt-sash. "You've got a long, long way te go. Luckily, you've got a good teacher about." She mused, her eyes wandering over each of you in turn. "Welp, no time to waste, they've propably heard that inside the tavern and I am not going to let two bloody days of.. let's call it gatherin' intel on the captains here go to waste." She raised her waterskin, taking a deep sip before exhaling hotly.. as if that thing was entirely filled with an alcoholic beverage.<br/>Standing there before you without waving her hands drammatically or rushing about you'd realize that Rovana was smaller and looked far more fail than she had -felt-, just physically, she was about the same size and seemed as imposing as Viola, but just by the way she stood ontop of the wooden deck of the medium-large ship, she looked as if she was ready to take on anyone, dirty drunk and messy as she was, even in comparison to Ylira who had just.. indulged herself.<br/><br/>Then after taking each of you in closer and watching the reaction to her disposing of the guard-pirate, Rovana grinned, her eyes filled with an unseen fire burning right behind them.. "At attention ye sorry excuse for a crew! Ye can chat and fuck about once you bloody lot figured out which end of this ship drives us outta this shitty harbour!" She declared pointing to the anchor-chain. "You there, Blonde and confident, get those muscles pulling the anchor up high. Don't ask me why that dumbass set anchor rather than hoiled ropes in a fecking harbour." Her eyes wandered on.<br/><br/>"Two of you that actually know how to tell back from starboard, hoist the main-sail!" Rovana commanded towards.. Naomi and Ylria it seemed, her eyes alight with the confidence of a captain, even as her steps swayed on their way up to the bridge, reaching out and touching the ships steering wheel with gentle adoration.<br/>"And if ye're standing about wondering 'errr, 's.. so what should I be doing?" Rovana went on. "Face starboard, that's towards the shitty tavern we just popped out of, aim yer gun or spell or whatnot about five feet away from the entrance, keep it steady! There'll be a bunch of angry pirates coming for us outta there soon, with dellusions of me ship being theirs, likely on account of it having been, until today. BWA HA HAR HARRRR! Hold tight me hearties!" Rovana laughed .. heartily.<br/>"Oh and while at it, Hoist our colors high! Some piece of shit pirate-weasels hide them to sail close to merchants and only reveal them last second. Let none doubt who or what we are!" Rovana added to her command, grinning and lifting her waterskin high and letting some liquid splash into her mouth and over her chin.<br/><br/>Even as there was a shouting from the now opening Taverns door: "Hoi, Captain, something's fucking off at the ship!!" "Rawwwk! Trouble on high seaaas! Weeewoooo!" Joe commented, whilest Rovana just laughed more. "Do your duties! Don't worry about 'em, with the black sky above, and our Kingdom beneath, the only thing you should be fearing, is disappointing me!"<br/>On consideration, she seemed to be a lot crazier than Ylira's prior captain, to try and take this size of a ship with such few people, moreso, some lacking crucial experience. That said, it was a little late to literally jump ship and not be named a co-conspirator, right now...<br/>However, Rovana's charisma was oddly encouraging, floating somewhere in a socially skilled limbo of being inspiering with her determinatin and making you concerned for what might happen if you failed her.<br/><br/>(Hoisting the Sails is a profession: Sailor check. Lifting the Anchor a Strength check. You somehow gain +2 on each of these checks whilest Rovana is standing there, watching you work all drunkenly.<br/>Aiming proper, spells or guns, will get you a +4 to the next attack roll.)