You're not even convinced?
Then how dare you even voting against me? The 'morale of the crew' is playing you apart?
...
If some people aren't even convinced of me being guilty, then why are we doing this again?
Dreadgrass said:
"Can't say as I'm sure on your option there, but I guess I've got to explain myself." Dreadgrass says from his seat, he quiets the marines he sits with, who were angrily murmuring at the suggestion of his guilt.
"I'm signed onto this ship as a marine, if we're attacked by pirates or chaos scum, I'm one of the first across the decks." he hefts his iron bound staff, "Breakin' heads and keeping order is part of the deal, I felt a passengers body, suspended on a hook in the center of the deck was panicing the crew, the thought of being trapped on ship with a potential murderer is quite terrifying for most, so I ordered the removal of the body and got the crew moving again. I've found the best cure for fear and panic is to give them something to do and the threat of a boot in the backside!"
he looks around the assembled men, some scared, some thoughtful, some hard to read. "I thank you, master Craken, for your faith in me, We'll be keeping an eye on y'all" he continued, gesturing to the burly men who make up the ships marines "but keep an extra sharp eye out yerselves, theres really no telling who the killer is till we've got him pinned."
Let's take a look at what words he spoke:
Iron bound staff, breaking heads, suspended on a hook, trapped, murderer, terrifying, removal, fear, panic, sharp, killer, pinned.
Still not convinced?
Dreadgrass said:
"I'd be careful with those Knives friend, you nick a rope or slice a sail, I'll have y' hide to replace 'em..." Dreadgrass stands with a slow and deliberate motion, walks to the rail and carefully taps the ashen remains of his pipes last load over the edge. "Fires a real hazard out here." he explains to those around him "Being careless with your tinder or ash is a flogging offence on the seas, whether your sailor, marine, passenger, knight or noble..." he says it pointedly but in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice that carries to all who are on deck.
With that he re-fills his pipe, and reaches into a pail set beside the rail, within which a slowmatch burns, floating in the water that half-fills the bucket. Re-lighting his pipe he heads back to his place in the shade.
One of the first words he spoke.
Again, all are against me; and back here I was just amusing everybody. And everybody seemed to like it, bar the real murderer.
Dreadgrass said:
Dreadgrass's broad shoulders filled the doorway as he emerged to the deck. Rolling his shoulders and flexing his arms in the manner of men who are accostomed to sleeping in hammocks. Sighting the gathering of passengers he walks over to them, his seasoned feet easily accostomed to the roll of a ship at sea.
Sizing up the excited group of adventurers he wondered who'd be the first to offer their breakfast over the side to the gods of the sea and excessive drink... He had to admit though, that big fella looked formidable. He wondered how much service these lads had seen... "G' Mornin Gents!" he said as he approached, "I'm Lieutenant Raynefield, but the only name you'll here me called is Dreadgrass." he pulls his pipe from his pocket and starts filling it. "I have the honour of being one of the Emperors Marines detailed to this voyage, so if a head needs cracking or some rum needs drinking, I'm your man...! Not that some of you don't look like you could crack'em yourself," he nods to KroxigorFTW, "but if you give me a holler we can keep it settled, all by the book like..."
Crack’em yourself ánd KroxigorFTW and ‘settling it’ in a single sentence. He talks nice, he acts nice. But we all know better than this.
Did I mention Dreadgrass likes to bark orders to everybody on this ship? He seems to enjoy being in command, as the commander would never do anybody harm…or would he?
Let me give you an example:
Dreadgrass said:
Seeing the emminent panic in the crews faces, Dreadgrass steps in, he points to 3 of the crew, "you, you and you, get the poor bugger down and take him below... as for the rest of you lazy Jacks!" he continues sweeping his eyes around the deck, "GET BACK TO WORK! SO HELP ME I WILL PERSONALLY PLANT MY HOBNAILED TOE UP THE BUTTOCKS OF THE NEXT MAN I SEE NOT HARD AT IT!!"
As the sailors headed back to their tasks, their fear of a knife in the dark momentarily forgotten in their fear of the huge marine, he turned to the passengers. "Your pardon gents, couldn't let the panic set in, gotta keep the boys moving or else they'll sit and stew, and believe me, the last thing the captain'll want is a bunch of sailors working their fears into a lather..."
His toe knocked against something and he looked down to see Kroxigor_FTW's spiked mace, picking it up sadly he mutters under his breath "When we find the blighters responsible for your death, I reckon we'll also find a use for this..."
First he orders, then he plays nice. Pretty classy, I have to say.
In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realize that Craken is not the assassin. No, Craken has just a bad friend. I will be changing my vote:
Vote: Dreadgrass
The more you talk, the more you just reveal yourself.
Now, this is usually the time to tell a story. Anyone interested?
The Hunted
