Confession FPT

“Uh...Erine...” he looked wide eyed at the flopping bag of sand, trying to not make any sudden movements, “Is this a regular occurrence on the magic boat?”

“Sharks usually find you,” he answered, half distracted. He was looking around their new sea-worthy vessel. Outside of the ship, it did not seem like much, but the inside was...more? He was trying to account as to why it felt this way. And he was trying to figure out why the merchant had entrusted them with a magic boat. He turned to Farley, “Don’t people who have boats usually have...crews?” He wondered for himself. Did this boat once have a crew? If so...where are they now? He then turned to Clara, “Can you do some sort of scan of what type of magic is at work here?” He could not shake this uncertain feeling. He knew through magic most things were possible, but he wanted to know the source of this magic before he made himself too much at home.

Muggy caught the scroll that was thrown to him, and had to reach a bit out of the way to catch the keys as well. He was already fantasizing. He saw it clear as day in his mind, he and Erine (what a lovely name), both pulling on ropes and tying knots in unison to save the mast against a storm. Barking sailor jargon at the other party members as they scrambled to keep up with their shipply duties. Best case scenario, during a beautiful sunset, he'd find her at the boat's wheel and he could come up behind her, put his fins on her hands and they could steer together. And, he was the only one with a dedicated room. With a bed. Which would statistically be the safest place to place their more precious cargo. If the safest place, for her, was his room, that's fate. "We won't let you down, sir!" he saluted to their benefactor, "Not one plank on your ship nor one hair on you dobber will be harmed in our care." He turned to Erine, "You'll be safe with us, young miss, I can't wait to see your father's ship to see what we are working with, tell me what is her name?"

Muggy waddled off on his own on their two hour break. He bought a bigger waterskin, one that was like 4 times bigger than the one he had. And he got some chalk, because why not? It was there and it was cheap. When the bell went off, he saw his compatriots heading toward the east entrance. He followed suit. And upon laying his eyes on their cargo, fell in love. He was moved to speechless. His pupils turned heart shaped. And he drooled a lil.

“Daughter you say?” he pondered the possibility, “So we can escort a cold lifeless object that doesn’t care if it arrives to its destination or not, or we could escort a a living being who is in need of actual protection and safe travel.” Then Corvo and Clara voiced their interest in going to the City of Elves with the young maiden, “Yes, yes, sounds like a magical place. Let us go there.”

Muggy enjoyed the travel back to the Adventuring Guild more than the travel to the camp. He had struck out with a couple of ladies on the forst leg of their adventure. But that bitterness faded as the group grew closer together. They were all getting to know each other better and pal-ing around. Like pals. He did have a lil melt down back there about the morality of their trip and what hand he played in another’s demise. But he was reassured that what happened couldn’t have been helped. Then an awful smell followed them for a bit. Then they met a new lady. She seemed nice. The he was handed five silver pieces. And as uneventful as the previous mission and they all made it back safe, mostly. He was eager to chase the glory that had eluded him all his life. “What’s the next job Drondos? Do you have any monsters to fight? What I wouldn’t give to save some folks from a pack of Grimlocks Or something.”

“So what are we gonna do?” the fishman fretted, “We’re stuck between a set of rock hard abs and a hard of hearing old man. Do we pick a side? Which side would we pick? Do they both go down? If we arrest our boss, do we stay together with no leadership?” The future was uncertain, and their time together had jus started. He was finally part of an adventuring party and he could already see it crumbling apart.

Aww sweet, when do we get to make picks?

Dumbfounded, Muggy whispered, “Drondos sent us into a highly dangerous situation that got one of us MURDERED over his domestic latrine situation?” Then the other shoe dropped. “We MURDERED someone over this! We’re chaotic evil now!”

“I don’t like them Amazonian babes,” Muggy pouted, outwardly butthurt, “I’m not inclined to do anything they say.”

As his comrade turned to leave, Muggy’s fin was still outstretched to the Red-Headed Ranger, “Looks like we’ll take our leave, bug-bye.” He didn’t turn to leave tho, he jus ever so slightly stretched his limb closer to her.

Muggy was internally shattered, but tried not to sell it on his face (poorly, but he did try). He attempted to mend their precariously perched, fledgling friendship and start over. He put the badge back in his pocket and continued, “Excuse me, Red Ranger, I believe we got off on the wrong foot, my name is Muggy and I’m a huge fan of those whole vibe you have going on here, lessbefranns.” He stick out his fin for a traditional human handshake.

I’m gonna give this five-stars for match up alone.

So, once everyone was peacefully lead inside, Muggy hurried to catch up with them. He knew it was going well because of his completely legitimate peephole, that he improvised for this very purpose. When he rejoined the group, their way was led by a very shrinking red-headed ranger, who was practically molesting Farley. With scratches behind the ears, and sweet talk. A great envy rose in him. He wanted to get pet by this wilderness trekking stunner. He began scheming ways to get her attention on him as they were lead to the boss lady’s tent. He entered and was immediately encountered with a massive, Amazonian woman. He thought she was cute too, but had nothing on their guide. While his Tortle friend spoke to the big boss. He got the attention of the red-head, “Hey, I’m Muggy, pleased to meet you, you look tough, do you want to join our Adventuring Crew?” He presented her with the spare Guild badge he obtained from Elbine’s body. (using charisma)

Muggy was a lil bored. He had received no indication that he should start a fire. He took out his crowbar and decided to carefully try to peel some of the wall away to see if he could make a looky-hole. So he can better survey the situation his party members were in. He did this for completely professional scouting reasons, not because he wanted to ogle at a hoard of lady-bandits, get your mind out of the gutter.

I HATE COTTAGE CHEESE! F!

Muggy snuck around toward the watch tower, being stealthy, using trees and line of sight advantages to keep cover.

OOC: the torch is not lit at this time, he was instructed to potentially start a distraction fire of things went south.

“Roger,” he performs a foreign looking salute, and sneaks around the perimeter of the camp, reading a torch from his backpack, ya know. Jus in case.

Muggy attempts to verify with the group that it is still the plan that he needs to do a little sneak-sneak and find a way to start a Distraction fire, if need be, for a last resort.

Muggy collects his stuff and inspects it to make sure all his items are where he left them.

Fishman stretched his fins out over his head, letting out a big yawn. “Muggy tired,” he said laying down, “Muggy sleep.” He waddled over to a nearby mud puddle. He proceeded to take off his leather tunic and folded it. He took his backpack and other loose equipment in a neat pile by the water source (didn’t want to damage his landlubber supplies in the water) and submerged himself in the cool collection of H2O. “Night franns, wake me if I need to be the next watcH.”

Pocketing the remaining two pebbles, the fishman replied, “Yeh, I’ll help out, seems like the right thing to do. We should be quick tho.”