Posts from Peter Duff (Goeden Dag)

Polo, buccaneer. Attribute distribution: 25:10:15:10; 20:5:10:5
Skills:
1)Piracy 1: receives a bonus to power, accuracy, and intelligence at sea (+30)
2)Technology 1: allows the use of any first-level technologies.
Actions:
1)Carbine.
AP: 5, range: 12 (can be changed). Damage: 32-56 (physical), ignores 10 resistance; crit: 60 (physical), ignores 18 resistance
2)Cutlass
AP: 5, range 2 (cannot be changed). Damage: 46-62 (physical); crit: 70 (physical), ignores 6 resistance
2)Knife
AP: 3, range 1 (cannot be changed). Damage: 20-26 (physical); crit: 32 (physical)
Inventory:
1)Carbine (two-handed)
In honor of this weapon, one creator named a type of fishing gear. It should be said that this very gear is much more reliable than this rifle, although the rifle has some advantages. Not in fishing, of course.
Dodge chance -15
Initiative -13
Maximum wear: 130
2)Cutlass (two-handed)
A heavy blade, perfectly suited for cutting ropes. However, considering that such measures are resorted to only during the worst storms, it is better to hope that you will not need it.
Dodge chance -11
Initiative -22
Maximum wear: 340
3)Knife (one-handed)
This knife still smells from the previous gutting of cod.
Dodge chance -1
Initiative +7
Maximum wear: 230
4)Pipe
Elementary, Watson!
+5 to vitality, -10 health after smoking (does not recover until the effect passes)
5)Pouch of tobacco
19 puffs
6)Carbine cartridges
x39
7)Coins: 0

Current characteristics:
Health 200
Damage bonus: +30% at sea (does not apply to technologies)
Resistance: none
Dodge: 0% (in any case)
AP: 20
Mana: 20
Initiative: 117 with a knife, 97 with a carbine, 88 with a cutlass.
Experience: 600 (level 3)

Primary
power	accuracy	intelligence	vitality	will	speed	strength	concentration
25	0	0	0	0	0	10	0

The expedition in the Wild Ocean turned out to be a complete failure, as expected. On the way to the Cove, Captain Antonio was utterly disheartened. However, this return is only temporary. It sounds strange, but the expedition was interrupted due to the absence of just one person, a good acquaintance of Antonio and also an excellent expert in ancient lore. By finding him (and he is presumably on Deep Island right now), the captain hopes for greater success than he has had so far. In addition, he decided that it would be worthwhile to recruit additional crew members.

...Peter stood on the deck, leaning against the mainmast, slowly smoking his pipe and watching as 5 sailors scrubbed the deck.
- Damn that captain, - he thought. - All this fuss over statues. Fine, if they were gold, like the ones in the Haibad mountains. But these, it's almost embarrassing to say, are made of granite. And he wouldn't even let us explore the island. We're returning empty-handed. I swear to the devil, we could have searched the entire island in no more than 3 months. And if there's anything valuable there, it wouldn't have escaped us...
Peter spat overboard, knocked the ashes out of his pipe, and went to the deck, which the sailors had already cleaned. He settled comfortably near the bowsprit, took out a greasy piece of felt and a box with some foul-smelling mixture, and began to clean his sword, which shone as brightly as the armor of the National Guard soldiers. This action always calmed Peter down. And sometimes it even helped him find the right solution...

At that moment, Peter heard a loud splash and saw a sailor quickly rowing away from the ship in a boat. Two granite heads were sticking out from under the boat's cover.

- What an idiot, - Peter muttered. - Where is he going in the open sea? Well, never mind. Let's do a good deed - save the guy from certain death...
With these words, Peter put down his saber and cleaning supplies, picked up his rifle, carefully aimed, and with a precise shot, shot the fugitive in the shoulder.
Five minutes later, the wounded man and the statue were dragged back onto the deck. The cargo was locked in the hold, the wounded man was given the necessary assistance, and the captain, for some reason, dragged him into his cabin.
- On the "Black Arrow," they would have hoisted him on the yardarm without a word.
The sailors standing nearby pretended not to hear...

Usually, the host describes the characters besides your own ;) Unless it concerns the backstory, of course.
--The sea isn't so open, -- remarked Captain Antonio, who appeared from nowhere. --We'll be docking soon. And you're doing great, Peter Duff! -- he patted the skilled marksman on the shoulder and headed to the bridge, but not in a hurry, as if showing that he was ready for any conversation his crew might initiate.

- He should have expressed his praise with gold instead, - Peter thought and continued polishing his saber.

The captain turned out to be right: after a few hours, the sailors spotted a vast coastline. Antonio, a little sleepy (apparently, he had been resting in his chair for the last while), approached Peter, yawned, and began:
--Well, I interrogated him a bit; he's quite strange. And honestly, I doubted him from the start; the fee he asked for was too low, it was clear he wanted to steal something, but I didn't think it would be statues... Listen, I have something important to ask of you. I think I can entrust it to you.

Peter became wary. Almost all the unpleasant things that had happened to him started with these words. - What's the job? And what's the fee for completing it?

– Straight to the reward? I respect that! – the captain yawned again. – I’ll double your share in our expedition if you find a Dascalos, or rather a female Dascalos named Ceres. We really need her, as she’s an expert in history, antiquities, geology, and the like. She should be somewhere in the Conflux.

- No problem, sir. I need three days and twenty silver marks.

– A down payment? Well, you’re a clever one! Alright, take it, but not twenty, ten silver coins,” the captain counted them out and handed them to Peter. “I’m going to go give orders, as I should.”
And Antonio began to give commands regarding the sails, as they were now close to the shore.

- What a greedy fellow, - Peter thought. - Well, never mind, I'll have enough for cartridges, tobacco, and brandy.
With that thought, he went to his cabin to gather his meager belongings.

Soon the wind died down a bit, which meant they had entered the bay.

After landing on the shore, Peter immediately headed to the "Whale's Belly".