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14 posts. Alias of BinkyBo.


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"Well I am not wandering through that diseased nastiness. I'm staying here until we are rescued. 80 gold to anyone who can build me suitable shelter .. and yes fresh water! In the meantime .. I am going back to sleep before it gets to be 1000 degrees again!" He retreats into the shadiest spot under the makeshift shelter, and curls up .. hat resting on top.


Ishirou unwraps the bandages on his foot enough to check on its healing progress..
..Gelik wakes up groaning and muttering.. "Ohhh still here .. and oh my head.. feels like a .. ugh.. I smell awful!" He sits up, dusts off his hat with the now wilted feather, and pulls the brim over his eyes - burying his face in his knees.


Gelik listens to you and his chewing slows for a bit .. then shrug's and keeps eating "Feems fine to me" spewing crumbs ..

Although they all seem curious .. none of the others seem to have any interest in going anywhere themselves. Aerys and Sasha take their "share" of rations and water, but wait and watch Gelik before ingesting anything.

"Look at me .. center of attention.." Gelik says as he brushes the crumbs from his shirt.

The beach where you are looks like a "U" shape, with you and the others at the bottom, and the ship beached at the top right of the "U".


In addition to your gear, you find a crate with a dozen trail rations a tinderbox and ten full waterskins. On top of these supplies is a pack filled with what looks like First Mate Alton's gear.
Gelik grabs a waterskin and starts chugging .. "Ahh .. soo much better " he then fishes around for a ration, sniffs it, then plops down in the sand munching away... "Was feeling like my organs were turning on each other .. "


Gelik opens one eye cautiously .. then sits up "Ah safe .. good work." He looks around at the others now standing and recovering .. stands and turns around, taking in his surroundings "Soooo ... "


He responds to Averin "And it matters even less to me... " Gelik then looks a "little off" while Tol speaks. He starts picking at the tip of his tongue, as if there were a hair in his food .. he responds to Tol "Not with that many of you, no .. I don't antiss .. anticipate any-" .. he slumps headfirst into his stew with a *splorsh*


"Well then its settled" he moves his outstretched hand to grasp the pitcher of ale, sensing a handshake might be pushing it. "50 gold to you Sir Tol if you keep me unharmed for one full day after we land .. that should be enough time for me to conduct my business. How you split that among the others is up to you."

First mate Alton then returns pushing a cart with your dinners, and serves them silently ..


"Hmm .. I apologize, my little seaberry, I did not think of that .. you will be in port for a few days, won't you! Splendid! I had a fear that I would be forced to call on that Tien man for assistance. There are nuances to the job that might prove .. challenging to someone who nogs it a wise course of action to resole their boot by stomping on a 3 inch rusty nail .. "


"Happy birthday you tawny minx"


they are random sailors .. just recently put on same dinner shift as you since they fell asleep on third-shift duty. You have seen them, but don't really know them..

After you toast Gelik takes a sip then speaks .. "Soo.. Tol. You're not one to shy from a good fight, eh? Protector of the people? I have a proposition for you .. When we land .. there may be a couple fellows looking for me. They are not the type to give a person a chance to explain the situation. What I could really use.. is someone like you .. to just .. be nearby to help convince them to give me that chance.. " he takes another sip "I will pay you well .. keep me alive for one day after we hit land .. and I will make sure you are well rewarded." He smiles and holds out his hand for a shake.. The sardonic Sasha snorts .. Gelik adds "What say you Sir?"


"Now offering bathing and feeding? you tawny mynx ... where does the line start?" he gives a creepy leer
".. 'Oh how wanton thoughts entice mine eye but alas I dare not trust it ..
with the dreams I've dreamed that you were in... I think Ill keep 'me bucket.'
"

"Be sure to pass that on to Aerys our resident poet..
I .. will be in 'me bunk
" these last two words, as in his poem, mimic the dwarves' accent..

Gelik bows and returns to his cabin.


"Oh yes right on cue... 'the sky is a kingdom covered in gold'..." he recites with a broad gesture ".. and here comes Sir Broadshoulder'd Mole-in-a-can, to add his little contribution..." he pinches his nose with his kerchief and leans toward the sailors repairing the sails .. "I doo wonder if he and his horse share a bucket.."


Gelik waves off Iolana's response. "Hmm .. of course you did, my dear..." He pulls out a kerchief and dabs his forehead... "Moist .. meh.. even hate the woord." He looks out in to the sea toward your destination.. "I doo hope there is enough of my ingenious brethren in this ghastly ... land of .. moist, to have devised a way to serve a cold drink.. oh what I would give..." now fanning himself...

labeled overhead view


"Oh Gods .. bright sky" as Iolana brushes past him. The gnome merchant pulls the brim of his hat over his eyes. He begins inspecting his still immaculate garments for any signs of soiling or wear. "I will require someone to dispose of the contents of last nights companion, my bucket... and she could use a bit of a scrub as well.." in response to Iolana's question.