<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3885afa6-b34e-48eb-9c0a-52ef2371bd54/ddyyrwg-8a0f4b1e-289d-40a2-b0a6-4d97abc13f77.jpg/v1/fill/w_1920,h_2716,q_75,strp/ximen___human_wizard_by_silkynoire_ddyyrwg-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjcxNiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzM4ODVhZmE2LWIzNGUtNDhlYi05YzBhLTUyZWYyMzcxYmQ1NFwvZGR5eXJ3Zy04YTBmNGIxZS0yODlkLTQwYTItYjBhNi00ZDk3YWJjMTNmNzcuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTE5MjAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.91r2kMXDZG75yeG03Rb21ZaIaTmrqI-U5FC8ENB6Jm8)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Thomas Harper (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2478261)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>12<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Curva Sacră, Nessa of the Lash, Jassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, Doxie<br/><strong>Temporary effects:</strong>AC is 10<br/><hr/><br/>Obviously he wasn't one to get comfortable with a bunch of men whom hadn't seen a bath for months. Fortunately with his magic that kind of issue wasn't a problem, and he was a decent fucking cook so he was more or less improving quality of life aboard the ship for the trip. And as for pleasurable company, there was quite the number of options for those with more peculiar tastes. Anything that the girls couldn't provide with their lovely charms, Harper was capable of summoning some measure of entertainment for the lonely soul. Usually they get their freak on in private whilst he was reading in another room to keep concentration for however long it took for the summoned creature to finish the task of fucking a sailor.<br/><br/>Captain Harrow had easily sniffed out the more obvious spell caster which was Thomas. So he wasn't just bound but gagged just to make sure he couldn't get himself free via magic. He didn't understand how Doxie could be so aloof about this situation since it seemed quite hopeless even to a person with divination at their fingertips. Meanwhile they got to witness what was going to be happening to them one by one. Mentally swearing to himself, and that this was bad, he was scrambling in his mind to try and figure a way out of his ropes.<br/><br/>Ironically his odd relationships with fate seemed to kick in. For when the commotion was starting, with the sudden array of cannon fire, this gave them the chance to get away. Thomas was trying to vigorously free himself but the ropes are far too strong for him to break and his head was trying to shake the gag off his mouth. Then Captain Harrow was suddenly blasted out of his boots. Good. He wasn't too keen on being keelhauled himself and the scum frankly deserved worse. He resumed trying to get himself free but he wasn't able to do it.<strong>"hmm MMMmmm!!!"</strong>He was needing some help.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Nothing of note