Rolled 2 (1d100)

> India, the trade hub of asia

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>3714703
>London, the center of the world

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3714703

>London, the center of the world.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>(write-in) Glasgow, the prosperous Jewel of the North

(one of the biggest and richest cities in the world at the time)

>>3714769
>>3714775
>London, the center of the world.
>88 (A upper-middle class background)

You grew up in London, amidst the snarl of winding streets, the River Thames, and the heart of a mighty nation.
You enter the building, eager for the coming adventure. Inside, you find a long desk of oak, behind which sits an elderly gentleman. His moustache is grey and long, and his hat surmounted with a set of spectacles that dangle in front of his watery eyes. Still, his hand moves quickly and surely across the book in front of him, tabulating some mysterious score. He glances up as the door opens, and says "Good morning, [ ]. How may I assist you?"

>Sir
>Miss

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3714799
1 for Sir, 2 for Miss

>>3714799

>Sir

>>3714799
>Sir

>>3714821
>>3714817
>>3714804
>Sir

You step up, sure of not only your coin, but your purpose. After all, you father had been able to afford you tutors during your childhood, and your mother had been careful to ensure a proper upbringing. "I wish to join the Royal Expeditionary Force," you state as you sit in front of the gentleman. He responds, "Ah, jolly good. Let me get the forms."
He disappears into his office, set to the side, and returns bearing a series of forms for you. The first asks you to list, in order, your official phrenological and physical attributes.

>You have four stats. Brawn, Agility, Intellect, and Charisma.
>Roll 3d10+25 for each.
>Because of your upbringing, Intellect OR Charisma will receive a +10 bonus.

Rolled 2, 7, 1 + 25 = 35 (3d10 + 25)

>>3714839
Rolling brawl

Vote bonus to cha

Rolled 1, 5, 2 + 25 = 33 (3d10 + 25)

>>3714839
Rolling Agility
+10 to int

Rolled 5, 5, 4 + 25 = 39 (3d10 + 25)

>>3714839
Rolling Intellect
+10 to int

Rolled 9, 9, 6 + 25 = 49 (3d10 + 25)

>>3714839
Rolling cha

bonus to cha

>>3714847
>>3714854
>>3714861
>>3714867

>Brawn: 35
>Agility: 33
>Intellect: 39
>Charisma: 49

Need a final tiebreaking vote for the +10. Someone roll 1d2 (1 for Intellect, 2 for Charisma)

>>3714917
I vote for intellect.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3714917
Time to cast the die

>>3714923
>Charisma +10
>Final stats are as follows
>Brawn: 35
>Agility: 33
>Intellect: 39
>Charisma: 59

Filling out the form, you reflect on how well your mother had raised you in etiquette, and how your father had made sure to acquaint you with society and its pressures. The next form asks you a series of questions about your education. What did your tutors impress on you?

>Science. A solid foundation in Mathematics, Geography, Medicine, and Physics were covered, tedious at times, but necessary
>Classics. You studied the languages, History, and the great works of old. Your mind sings with the glory of civilization.
>Gymnasium. Your tutors sought to train a new man, with work towards Gymnastics, Boxing, Fencing, and Shooting forming a great deal of your education.

>Classics. You studied the languages, History, and the great works of old. Your mind sings with the glory of civilization.

>>3714942
>Classics. You studied the languages, History, and the great works of old. Your mind sings with the glory of civilization.
We /homeric/ nao

>>3714942
>>Gymnasium. Your tutors sought to train a new man, with work towards Gymnastics, Boxing, Fencing, and Shooting forming a great deal of your education.

>Gymnasium. Your tutors sought to train a new man, with work towards Gymnastics, Boxing, Fencing, and Shooting forming a great deal of your education.

>>3714942
>Classics. You studied the languages, History, and the great works of old. Your mind sings with the glory of civilization.

I presume non-specialisation does not imply incompetence, however?

>>3714967
Yes. This is just to determine specific specialization. Going to eat for a bit. Back in a couple hours.

>>3714942

>Classics. You studied the languages, History, and the great works of old. Your mind sings with the glory of civilization.

We are "The Professor" for this expedition.

>>3714942
>>Classics. You studied the languages, History, and the great works of old. Your mind sings with the glory of civilization.

>>3715153
>>3714967
>>3714955
>>3714950
>Classics. You studied the languages, History, and the great works of old. Your mind sings with the glory of civilization.

You studied the Classics, along with writing, oratory skills, and poetry. You spent many days deep in old tomes, and peering at the etchings and daguerrotypes, showing far off-lands and locales. Perhaps this is where your love for the great unknown began.

>Gained History 20
>Gained Poetry 20
>Gained Speech 20
>Gained Languages 20
>Gained Language: Latin OR Ancient Greek
>Choose TWO other languages you speak, besides English.

The third form lies before you. It asks you of prior experience. What did you do for your formative years?

>Worked for my father, a noted merchant. I was privy to many dealings.
>Sought work at the Royal Museum, as a scribe and research assistant.
>Joined the Royal Cadets, a branch designed to teach young men martial skills and officer training.
>Inquired as an cogman at the Royal Arsenal, learning the secrets and struggles of steam.

>>3715345
>>Joined the Royal Cadets, a branch designed to teach young men martial skills and officer training.

let's have at least some way of defending ourselves

I choose ancient greek

French and German

>>3715345
>Joined the Royal Cadets, a branch designed to teach young men martial skills and officer training

I hear the voices of Gilbert and Sullivan speaking to me

>>3715345
>Sought work at the Royal Museum, as a scribe and research assistant
Let's go with Latin, French and German.

>>3715345
>Latin
>Germman and french

>>3715345
>Gained Language: Latin OR Ancient Greek
Latin
>Choose TWO other languages you speak, besides English.
French and German
>Joined the Royal Cadets, a branch designed to teach young men martial skills and officer training.

>>3715417
>>3715416
>>3715411
>>3715397
Combining
>Joined the Royal Cadets, a branch designed to teach young men martial skills and officer training.
>Languages: English, French, German, Latin

The time with the cadets was most enlightening. Your body was toned, and you learned the discipline and care required when on parade. Lessons taught you the basics of tactics and strategy, and when time permitted, you were given leave to spar and practice fighting. Drilling, shooting, and drilling again became second nature to you. With the final form done, all that was left was to sign your name.

>+5 Brawn, +5 Agility
>Gained Shooting 10
>Gained Fencing 10
>Gained Tactics 10

At the bottom, you sign your name

>Alistair
>James
>John
>Henry
>write-in

and last name

>Dubois. Your family came from France following the Revolution of 1789.
>FitzWilliam. Your family can trace its line back to the time of William the Conqueror.
>McDermond. Your family came to London during the 16th century from Scotland.
>write-in

>>3715473
>First Name
William
>Fitzwilliam Your family can trace its line back to the time of William the Conqueror.
William Fitzwilliam

>>3715473
>Henry
>McDermond

>>3715473
>Alistair
>Dubois

>>3715473
>>Henry
>McDermond. Your family came to London during the 16th century from Scotland.

>>3715525
>>3715511
>Henry McDermond.

Your forefathers had come to London, to find a better life. Through hard work and perseverance, they had succeeded. Now it was your turn. You knew the Expeditionary Force would provide you with plenty of opportunity. The elderly gentleman smiles as you sign, and whisks away the papers to return with a signed document. A few moments later, you are on your feet, and moving towards the Lists, and in possession of an Explorer's Permit. The Lists are posted to the left of the desk, and detail the ships that are need of Explorers. You find several promising ventures

>The HMS Narcissus, bound for the South Americas. There have been reports of villages disappearing deep with the Amazonian jungle. Leaving in four days.
>The HMS Chiron, bound for the Antarctic. A French merchant ship reported a massive whirlpool. Leaving in three days.
>The HMS Guardian. bound for Africa. More and more, there are stories from the dark heart of that continent which speak of untold riches. Leaving in two days.

>>3715629
>The HMS Guardian. bound for Africa. More and more, there are stories from the dark heart of that continent which speak of untold riches. Leaving in two days
South Americas sound tempting too, but French and German won't do us any good there

>>3715629
>The HMS Chiron, bound for the Antarctic.
It can't just be a big, mundane whirlpool because that would make for a boring quest. I'd bet my biscuit that this Charybdis leads either somewhere or directly to further adventures. And it sounds cool.

>>3715629
between amazonian tribes of pygmies using poison darts, African apex predators and jungle disease in both I'll take my chances with HMS Terror... er Chiron

>>3715629
>The HMS Chiron, bound for the Antarctic. A French merchant ship reported a massive whirlpool. Leaving in three days

>>3715629
>>The HMS Chiron, bound for the Antarctic. A French merchant ship reported a massive whirlpool. Leaving in three days.
Are we /MountainsofMadness/ now

>>3715629
>>The HMS Guardian. bound for Africa. More and more, there are stories from the dark heart of that continent which speak of untold riches. Leaving in two days.

>>3715664
>>3715670
>The HMS Chiron, bound for the Antarctic. A French merchant ship reported a massive whirlpool. Leaving in three days.

The HMS Chiron, captained by one Mr. Jan Nordvik. You like the looks of that. During your youth, you had read many stirring tales of those brave explorers of the Arctics.

It was bound to leave in three days, giving you some time to prepare for the journey. With a final farewell to the gentleman at the Charter House, you stalked into the streets of London, ready for your new adventure.

Choose three of the following
>Visit the HMS Chiron, at the docks. Get the size of her.
>Purchase supplies for the coming journey.
>Visit your home, and bid the family farewell.
>Spend a night with your cadet friends, and see if any want to go along as well.
>Go to the British Museum, and research more on the Antarctic.
>Try and dig up more information about what the Frenchmen had seen.

>>3715726
>Go to the British Museum, and research more on the Antarctic.
>Try and dig up more information about what the Frenchmen had seen.
>Purchase supplies for the coming journey.

info and preparedness

>>3715726
>Visit the HMS Chiron, at the docks. Get the size of her.
>Spend a night with your cadet friends, and see if any want to go along as well.
>Try and dig up more information about what the Frenchmen had seen.

>>3715726
>>Try and dig up more information about what the Frenchmen had seen.
>>Spend a night with your cadet friends, and see if any want to go along as well.
>>Buy Supplies

>>3715726
>Visit your home, and bid the family farewell.

>Purchase supplies for the coming journey.

>Go to the British Museum, and research more on the Antarctic

Locking in choices.
>>3715735
>>3715775
>>3715780
>Purchase supplies for the coming journey.

>>3715735
>>3715761
>>3715775
>Try and dig up more information about what the Frenchmen had seen.

>>3715780
>>3715775
>>3715761
>>3715735
Need a roll for this one, 1d2
>Go to the British Museum, and research more on the Antarctic.
>Spend a night with your cadet friends, and see if any want to go along as well.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3715852

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3715852

>>3715867
>>3715852
it seems it's cadet friends

Confirmed.
>Purchase supplies for the coming journey.
>Try and dig up more information about what the Frenchmen had seen.
>Spend a night with your cadet friends, and see if any want to go along as well.

You first decide to purchase some supplies. The Antarctic is a fearfully cold place, and you are sure to encounter other dangers. A short jaunt by steam-carriage leaves you in a well-appointed shop, specifically noted for being a purveyor of Expeditionary Force gear.

>You have 2 pounds with which to spend. 12 pennys to a shilling, 20 shillings to a pound

>Equatorial clothing (3 shillings)
>Cold-weather clothing (3 shillings)
>Climbing gear (4 shillings)
>Maritime flare (1 shilling)
>Matheson repeating rifle (1 pound 6 shillings)
>Colt Navy, with two boxes of ammunition (10 shillings)
>The Collected Volumes of Natural History ( 10 shillings)
>Pocketwatch (6 shillings)
>write in

>>3714703
>Vienna, the baroque capital of the Austro-Hungarian Empire

>>3715966
>Cold-weather clothing
>Maritime flare
>colt Navy, with two boxes of ammunition
>Equatorial clothing
>Pocketwatch

>>3715966

>Equatorial Clothing (3 shillings)
>Cold-Weather Clothing (3 shillings)
>Climbing Gear (4 shillings)
>Colt Navy, with two boxes of ammunition (10 shillings)
>Colt Navy, with two boxes of ammunition (10 shillings)
>Maritime flare (1 shilling)
>Pocketwatch (6 shillings)
>Survival Knife (3 shillings)

>>3715996
>>3715966

I'm assuming we can purchase two pistols and 4 boxes of ammo

>>3715996
+1

>>3715996
Supporting

>>3715996
>>3716027
The knife, an endearingly American invention known as the Bowie Knife, only costs 2 shillings.

>Purchases 1 pound, 11 shillings.
>Equatorial Clothing (3 shillings)
>Cold-Weather Clothing (3 shillings)
>Climbing Gear (4 shillings)
>Colt Navy, with two boxes of ammunition (10 shillings)
>Colt Navy, with two boxes of ammunition (10 shillings)
>Maritime flare (1 shilling)
>Pocketwatch (6 shillings)
>Bowie Knife (2 shillings)

You find yourself going on a bit of a spending craze. Your Scottish ancestors would have shook their heads to see you. Still, you accounted yourself well, and gave the man at the store the name of your ship, so that some of the more dangerous pieces could be stored aboard it.

>Try and dig up more information about what the Frenchmen had seen.

Following your shopping, which took the better part of a day, you put your mind to the task of finding out more about your expedition. The merchantmen had spotted a whirlpool last April, and it was much commented on in the papers. You try your luck at the news agencies, and the wharves, hoping to find out more of what was said.

>Charisma roll, d100, Bo3

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>3716072
Nat100 God tier browsing happening below

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>3716072
hello ladies

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3716072
Let's do this

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>3716072
is this based on le demon des glaces?

>>3716085
>20 vs 59 (Success)

With your social standing, the newsmen are quick to give what they know. The French ship, by the name of the Argonaut, had seen a large pool or basin of water, with many spouts and geysers as they had rounded the Horn of Africa. The pool had seemed to move, and then disappeared over the horizon. Taking the name of the ship, you venture to the docks, and engage several French sailors in a light conversation. While considerably more earthy in tone than the news, they provided additional details. The pool of water was massive, and made a roaring sound like a dying whale. Furthermore, it waxed and waned in power, and during the night would glow with a fearsome, baleful light. Satisfied that you have learned what you need to, you retire, looking forward to the meeting with your chums from Cadets.

Your friends from the Cadets are eager to hear of your plans, and you meet at the Boar's Head, a popular inn in the West End. There, the conversation is lively, and you smile as you gaze at the men you befriended during those trying times at the school. Archibald sits in the corner, deep in his cups. He fancies himself a playwright, but is an absolute devil at the sword as well. John, as steadfast and bullheaded as a blacksmith, is engaged in a bit of horseplay with William, a Welshmen with a wicked sense of humour. Finally there is Edward, not smiling or drinking, but his eyes bespeak a warmness within.

>Try and convince one of them to join you.
>Go for them all. After all, that's what friends are for.

>>3716166
>>Go for them all. After all, that's what friends are for.
come you louts!

>>3716123
Not specifically. Just a random grab-bag of 19th century stuff.

>>3716166
>>>Go for them all. After all, that's what friends are for.
"Think Chaps, this could be the defining adventure of our lives! Why when we are old and bent we can tell our grandchildren how their pappies dared the Ice as brave as any man!"

>>3716195
wicked, convincing olde time younguns with the promise of adventure

>>3716195
>>3716180
>Go for them all. After all, that's what friends are for.
"Think Chaps, this could be the defining adventure of our lives! Why when we are old and bent we can tell our grandchildren how their pappies dared the Ice as brave as any man!"
>Charisma + Speech roll (79), d100, Bo3

>>3716166
>>Go for them all. After all, that's what friends are for.
we seem to have good charisma
>>3716185
all of that sweet juicy vernes steampunk, late 19th century is best century, but the underwater lights do suggest it isn't just a monster because that would be able to see underwater without the lights

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>3716206

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>3716206
"What could possibly go wrong?"

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>3716206

>>3716213
>56 vs 79 (Success)

You have always had a way with words, and in the cups, you are even better. Your friends listen as you paint pictures of ice and snow, of desolation and hardship, of discovery and adventure. Finally, as you reach the end, they give a great cheer! Archibald pipes up a rousing Rule Britannia, and you are swept off in the song. It seems like they all want to join. Even dour Edward, often the voice of reason, seems carried to tears. At the trembling end, you sit back and laugh loudly with your friends. This is rudely cut off by a sneering voice from across the inn. "Putain! Tais-toi! You dogs.! The matter is for le Francais, not l'Anglais." Glancing over to the table in question, you see a dark counterpoint to your merry group. Frenchmen, by the looks, and well-dressed at that. They stare directly, and the speaker stands. You stand and

>try to be diplomatic. After all, the more the merrier to the party!
>return the insult. They dare impugn on this happy moment?
>leave. Why sully the moment?
>write in

>>3716257
>>try to be diplomatic. After all, the more the merrier to the party!

we are charismatic

>>3716257
>>try to be diplomatic. After all, the more the merrier to the party!
those are probably the officers on the expeditionary ship, let's get along

>>3716257
>>try to be diplomatic. After all, the more the merrier to the party!

>>3716288
>>3716285
>>3716267
>Charisma roll (59) with French (10) (69)-nice, d100, Bo3

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>3716294

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>3716294

>>3716314
>5 vs 69 (Critical success!)
>Roll d10 for benefits!

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>3716294
the 100 year war ended long ago frog friends

>>3716338
Oh shit! Double crits! Roll an additional d10

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>3716337
double crits!

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>3716337

>>3716343
the face when frenchies are best buds now

>>3716314
>>3716338
>you pretend to like eating frog legs and say a few words in french
>+100 opinion

>>3716348
>>3716337
What have we unleashed upon the world

>>3716372
Anglo-frankish Union ACHIEVED

>>3716345
>>3716344
You stand, swaying, and in your best French, bellow "Allons enfants de la Patrie, le jour de gloire est arrivé!" A stunned silence continues, before the Frenchmen bellow back, and you join in along. Your friends are stunned, but soon your two groups make a happy table, shouting for ale, attempting to communicate, and all around having a great time. Over the course of the evening, you learn from the lead Frenchmen, a fellow by the name of Richarde, that they are also heading south to this mysterious whirlpool. They will be aboard the La Gloire, a supposedly revolutionary steamship. Richarde also demands a friendly wager of 1 pound for the first sighting, which you and your chums gladly accept. As the night winds down, and your happy group staggers to the streets, you find yourself walking and talking happily with Richarde. He is a fine fellow, although his English could use some work.

>Gained companions!
>Archibald – The poet. Hotheaded and wild, with deep moods
>John – The strongman. Solid and dependable, but slow on the uptake.
>William – The trickster. A Welshman, with quickfingers and quicker wit.
>Edward – The priest. A vicar’s son, dour in personality, but talented with the needle.
>Richarde – The Frenchman. Passionate, intelligent and personable. He is driven to succeed.

File: 1518018457133.jpg (77 KB, 720x720)

77 KB JPG

>>3716381
Are we the next Flashman??

The next day finds you standing in front of the HMS Chiron. A new ship, purpose built, and with a powerful Benzine-Steam engine. Painted white, and with sailors march with purpose atop the deck, it paints a stirring sight. Beside you, freshly signed, are your friends. Archibald, John, William, and Edward are eager to go, as are you. As you march up the gangplank, making sure to show your papers to the inspector, you make your way to the cabins. Your group, as novices, are bunked together, near the engine room. You are happy to see that your purchases arrived safely. The ship plans to leave soon, and you

>Spend time with a companion (nominate one)
>Find the captain of the ship, Mr. Jan Nordvik
>Find the sponsor of the expedition
>Spend some time exploring the ship
>write-in

Also, updated character sheet
Name: Henry McDermond

Age: 18

Upbringing: Upper-middle class
Education: Classics
Formative years: The Royal Cadets

Brawn: 40
Agility: 38
Intellect: 39
Charisma: 59

Skills:
History 20
Poetry 20
Speech 20
Languages 20
Shooting 10
Fencing 10
Tactics 10

Languages: English, French, German, Latin

Ship: HMS Chiron, bound for the Antarctic.

Equipment:
Equatorial Clothing (+20 to Survival checks in hot weather)
Cold-Weather Clothing (+20 to Survival checks in cold weather)
Climbing Gear (+20 to Climbing checks)
Four boxes of ammunition (24 rounds)
Maritime flare (Signals at a distant, lights dark environments)
Pocketwatch (+10 to Navigation)
Bowie Knife
Colt Navy 1861 x2

Money: 1 Shilling

Lore: The whirlpool of the Antarctic moves, glows at night, and was spotted off the Horn of Africa.

Companions:
Archibald – The poet, the duellist, the bastard noble. Hotheaded and wild, with deep moods.
John – The strongman. Solid and dependable, but slow on the uptake.
William – The trickster. A Welshman, with quickfingers and quicker wit.
Edward – The priest. A vicar’s son, dour in personality, but talented with the needle.
Richarde – The Frenchman. Passionate, intelligent and personable. He is driven to succeed.

>>3716407
>Find the sponsor of the expedition

>>3716407
>Find the captain of the ship, Mr. Jan Nordvik

>>3716407
>Find the captain of the ship, Mr. Jan Nordvik

File: index.jpg (7 KB, 188x268)

7 KB JPG

>Find the captain of the ship, Mr. Jan Nordvik

You head to the helm of the ship, and find Mr. Nordvik deep in conversation with another stout looking fellow. Mr. Nordvik is tall, with pale blonde hair. He turns to you as you approach the table where he stands. "Well, what is it," he says in short, clipped tones. This is clearly a man of great drive. You decide to

>inquire to the nature of your and friends duties aboard the Chiron
>ask about the first port-of-call
>ask about some of the more technical details of his ship
>offer your information about La Gloire to him
>write-in

>>3716458
>>ask about some of the more technical details of his ship

>>3716458
>>ask about some of the more technical details of his ship

>>3716471
>>3716476
>ask about some of the more technical details of his ship

"Might I inquire about the nature of this vessel, Mr. Nordvik? I have not seen it's like?"

A pause, and then a grunt. "You are that new hire, along with the other four. Very well. The Chiron is my invention. Steelhulled, for greater strength. A Benzine engine, better burning, and longer lasting. She is slower than some, sure, but tough for it. Now, leave me." His tone took you as curt, but professional. You spend the rest of the day walking its length, getting acquainted with its length and size. Some 75 men crewed it, including your group. Well-provisioned, and clearly crewed with seasoned sailors. With the tide, the ship set off, its screws driving a terrible froth behind you as you travel down the Thames. It will take you two days to travel to the next port-of-call, Brest, to take on enough fuel for the next stop, Morocco.
You decide to

>Spend time with a companion (nominate one)
>Find the sponsor of the expedition
>Spend some time exploring the ship
>Practice one of your skills
>write-in

>>3716508
>Find the sponsor of the expedition

>>3716508
>>Spend some time exploring the ship

>>3716508
>Spend some time exploring the ship
Better to know the layout

>>3716508
>>Find the sponsor of the expedition

>>3716508
>Find the sponsor of the expedition
Plenty of time to study the ship on the way to Morocco once we're done with Brest.

>>3716812
>>3716718
>>3716519
>Find the sponsor of the expedition

All expeditions have a benefactor, someone who held the purse strings and interests of the Crown at heart. Yours was no exception, and you found the benefactor at the prow of the vessel, excitedly gesticulating. He is a portly gentleman, with a pair of mutton-chops. His head, however, is totally devoid of hair, and perspiring despite the cool morning air. He is halfway through his speech, to your friends, when he spots you. "Ah, capital, the redoubtable Mr. McDermond. Jolly good, jolly good! Tell me sir, are you a relation to the McDermond Mercantile endeavour?"
You respond "I am, sir."
A fat palm fills yours, and squeezes tightly, "I knew it at once! You're the spitting image of your father. Hiram Hughes, at your service. I knew your father as of young, though I doubt he would remember me. Still, glad to see his progeny daring the waves! Now, as I was saying..." Mr. Hughes continues to expound on the nature of the vessel, his purpose, his goals, and various other sundry details in such a ribald manner that you soon find that the ship has slipped into the Channel without your notice. Later, you retire for the night, dreaming of the adventures to come.

The next morning finds you cruising across the Channel, along the picturesque coastline, and into the port of Brest. Despite claims that the Chiron is slow, you seem to fairly glide across the waters. These new Benzine engines really are a treat. You and your friends line the deck as the ship maneouvers into the port. Williams cries out, "Look, there's those Frenchies ship!" Already docked, you can see a strange cigarillo shaped hull, and the stenciled letters of La Gloire. Most revolutionary indeed.
The refueling process will take the better part of the day, giving you a chance to explore Brest, pick up supplies, or otherwise divert your time

>Spend time with a companion (nominate one)
>Spend some time exploring the ship
>Practice one of your skills
>Visit Brest and purchase supplies
>Try to get closer to La Gloire
>Try to find Richarde, your French comrade from London
>write-in

>>3716846
>Visit Brest and purchase supplies
A few crates of wine would make the trip go much faster

>>3716846
>Visit Brest and purchase supplies

>>3716846
>>Practice one of your skills

>>3716865
>>3716858

You decide to enter the town proper, and find a small mercantile district. Inside, you find several items that catch your eye.

>Pocket Difference Engine (5 pounds)
>Regional cheese (6 pennies)
>1862 Bourdeaux (10 pennies)
>French Letters (1/2 penny)
>write-in

>>3716881
Uh, how many d in an s? No wonder we ditched this abomination in '71.

>>3716891
12 pennies to a shilling, 20 shillings to a pound

>>3716881
>1862 Bourdeaux

>>3716902
That leaves us with two pennies.

>>3716881
>1862 Bourdeaux
>>3716922
Let's go gambling

>>3716903

Exactly... I don't even know why we went shopping in the first place. We gotta make the money first!

>>3716881

>Write-In: Look for an odd job to make some extra money on the side. There surely is work available in the marketplace

>>3716926
>>3716924
>Look for an odd job to make some extra money on the side. There surely is work available in the marketplace.

You head down to the dockside, abandoning the idea of shopping, considering your funds. By the docks, you spy that William has got a game of dice going with some local sailors. Trust him to find one. Edward watches over his shoulder, a disapproving look on his face.

>Join the game. Perhaps there could be some coin to be made
>Place a side-bet on your friend's talent
>Just watch, and keep an eye out for trouble
>write-in

>>3716955
>>Just watch, and keep an eye out for trouble

>>3716955
>Just watch, and keep an eye out for trouble
Gambling will lead to decadence and degeneracy.

>>3716955
>>Just watch, and keep an eye out for trouble

>>3716955
>Place a side-bet on your friend's talent

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>3716961
>>3716959
>>3716957
>Just watch, and keep an eye out for trouble

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>3716991
Oof, crit fail for William. Rolling d10 for consequences.

As you watch, you begin to here muttering from the French contingent sitting opposite of Will. The French seem perturbed by something, and glancing down, you can see why. Will is trouncing them. However, just as you begin to smile, you see that Will is switching the dice in between throws. The French dockworkers realize this at the same time, and with a snarl, one of them unleashes a mighty left hook into your companion. Will drops to the floor, bleeding profusely from his nose. The four dockworkers across the low table stand up, and one throws the makeshift table into the sea! You

>Leap into action, attacking these brutes (Brawn)
>Try to disengage, and drag Will to safety (Agility)
>Attempt to reason with the fellows (Charisma + Language: French - 30 for circumstances)
>write-in

>>3717003
>>Try to disengage, and drag Will to safety (Agility)

>>3717003
>>Leap into action, attacking these brutes (Brawn)

>>3717003
>write-in
Run off to find a guard or a copper who can break it up better than we can. In the meantime that fool can reap what he sows.

>>3717003
>Try to disengage, and drag Will to safety

>>3717003
>Try to disengage, and drag Will to safety (Agility)
We're going to have a long talk with him.

>>3717041
>>3717013
>>3717009
>Agility roll (38), d100, Bo3

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3717060

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3717060

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>3717060

>>3717063
Crit success! Roll d10 for consequences!

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>3717105

>>3717105
Low rolls = good here?

and 1-10 is crit success, 91-100 is crit fail?

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>3717105

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>3717116
Forgot to roll

Thinking fast, you grab your stricken comrade, and kick backwards. The four dockworkers advance, but then you hear a ribald voice shouting out in French. Hurtling past you, his hair flying in wild abandon, comes Richarde, followed closely by Edward. They lay about with their fists, driving the workers back. With that, the matter seemed finished. Richarde and Edward return, all smiles and rustled clothes. Richarde recommends a nearby salon for respite. Inside, you decide to

>Thank Richarde for his timely arrival, and inquire about his journey
>Harangue William for his tomfoolery
>Settle on drinking away any troubles
>write-in

>>3717116
Correct. The d10 is for the severity of success, with higher being better or worse

>>3717130
>Thank Richarde for his timely arrival, and inquire about his journey

>>3717137
>The d10 is for the severity of success
Bo1?

>>3717130
>Thank Richarde for his timely arrival.....
>Harangue William for his tomfoolery
>Settle on drinking away any troubles.....and inquire about his journey
Why not all? In order.

>>3717130
>>Thank Richarde for his timely arrival, and inquire about his journey

>>3717130
+1 to >>3717144.

>>3717137
You might want to consider reducing the crit margins, because if any of the three rolls can be a crit, almost half of our rounds will produce a crit of some sort (1-0.8^3), and one in twenty will produce both. Of course I can't tell you how to do it, but I think it would be better off without constant crits.

>>3717146
>>3717144
Sure
>Thank Richarde for his timely arrival
>Harangue William for his tomfoolery
>Settle on drinking away any troubles.....and inquire about his journey

"Richarde, I owe you a debt. My thanks."
"Aye, me as well. Those pinheads called me a cheat," ventured Will. "You are a cheat," mutters Edward. "Oh, a vicar with a sense of humour. That's a first," retorts Will. You lean over towards Will and say, "William, that was foolish of you. They weren't drunk enough." He smiles at this, and motions for the wench to bring beer. A few more, and the group is feeling more relaxed following that little venture.
"Tell me, Richarde, how fares your journey?"
A cat-like smile, and then a chuckle, "Well enough, Henri. La Gloire, it travels like a fish. This bet of ours is a good as won." It seems that Richarde is very confident.

By the afternoon, the Chiron is ready to depart. As you say your farewells, you realight the ship, and prepare for the next leg of the journey. Morocco!

You decide to spend the week (Choose 2)
>Spend time with a companion (nominate one)
>Spend some time exploring the ship
>Practice one of your skills
>Learn about seafaring from some of the more experienced sailors
>Use the library onboard to research more about your potential port of calls
>write-in

>>3717165
>Learn about seafaring from some of the more experienced sailors
>Use the library onboard to research more about your potential port of calls

>>3717165
>Spend some time exploring the ship
>Use the library onboard to research more about your potential port of calls

Seems reasonable enough. Say 96+, and 5-.

>>3717165
>Spend some time exploring the ship
>Use the library onboard to research more about your potential ports of call
>>3717173
That brings the odds down to just over a quarter, which is much more reasonable.

>>3717168
>>3717171
>>3717187
>Spend some time exploring the ship
>Use the library onboard to research more about your potential port of calls

You spend some of the time learning about the ship you travel aboard. The HMS Chiron does indeed sport two engines of the newest design, powerful things indeed. Furthermore, there is a library, salon for drinking and relaxation, a manufactorium, a bathysphere, and most surprisingly, an ornithopter. This you found tucked away in the hold, under a large tarpaulin.

You, ever the scholar, find yourself in the library. Given your talents, you are assigned to research and translate, as the intended stops for the Chiron will be Morocco and its city of Casablanca, and Cape Town. You decide to

>Dig up what you can on Casablanca
>Research more on the troubled British holdings in South Africa
>Focus on Antarctica
>Roll Intellect + History, d100, Bo3

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>3717214
>>Research more on the troubled British holdings in South Africa

>>3717232
+1, since that's where the whirlpool is and we'll see if we can dig up any weird goings-on.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3717258
Gah, I keep screwing up the roller.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>3717214

>>3717232
>>3717258
>7 vs 59 (Success)

Much of your time is spent reading on Cape Town. Acquired by the British following the Napoleonic Wars, it seems to be a lively place. It recently acquired its own parliament, and cries for independence seem to be getting stronger and stronger. Furthermore, the recent discovery of diamonds in nearby territories has created tension between the Dutch Boer's, and the Anglo settlers. Cape Town is also known for its predominant use of mechanized trawlers for sea fishing, seeing a large increase in yield. Piracy is rarely a problem, and the only thing that truly is of note is the whirlpool, which was spotted someways south of the Horn.

While you spent your time in the library, your companions found other ways to be of use. John has got in good with the mechanics, and spends much of his days helping the machinery. Archibald proves to be a dab hand at fishing and shooting, and seems to know Mr. Hughes in some capacity, and so does nothing at all. Will is up to his old tricks, but does help the salts climbing the masts, and other quick-fingered work needed around. Edward somehow managed to find himself in the company of Mr. Nordvik, and they are often spotted deep in conversation.

Casablanca finally appears over the hazy horizon, as the temperature has slowly increased over the past few days. You have heard much of this foreign locale. Casablanca itself provides much of the cotton for Britain. As you are guided into port, you notice immediately that La Gloire, Richarde's ship, is nowhere to be seen. Has something befallen them, or are they simply that much faster? Mr. Nordvik says that the stay will be some two days. You decide to

>Spend time with a companion (nominate one)
>Spend some time exploring Casablanca
>Practice one of your skills
>Try to find out more about where La Gloire is
>Shop
>Try to find some work
>write-in

>>3717312
>Spend time with a companion (Edward)
I wonder what he and the Captain are discussing.

>>3717312
Supporting >>3717321

>>3717334
>>3717321
>Spend time with a companion (Edward)

Changing into your equatorial clothes, a fine mixture of cotton, complete with a pith helmet, you decide to find Edward. You soon spot the man visiting one of the locals house.
"Edward, how are you?"
"Well, Henry. I find this journey to be most eye-opening," his cool tones would suggest otherwise, but you know Edward has a habit of understatement.
"I saw you with Mr. Nordvik, more often then not. Any great secrets from our taciturn captain?"
"None, save a crises of faith. He heard of my father and faith, and so turned to me, being none other on the ship. Think nothing of it."
Having settled that question, you decide to

>Spend time with a companion (nominate one)
>Press the matter further with Edward
>Spend some time exploring Casablanca
>Practice one of your skills
>Try to find out more about where La Gloire is
>Shop
>Try to find some work
>write-in

>>3717395
>Try to find out more about where La Gloire is

>>3717395
>Try to find out more about where La Gloire is

>>3717414
>>3717424
>Roll charisma. d100. Bo3

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3717493
That should be simple

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>3717493

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>3717493

>>3717507
>19 vs 59 (Success)

Spending the afternoon, talking with locals in a patois of broken English and French, you discover that La Gloire has already came and went. It seems like it is ahead of you by a least a day. Dejected, you head to return to the HMS Chiron.
However, as you pass through the streets, you feel a sudden chill go over you. Suddenly, the crowd around you vanishes. The hot sun and dirt mixes in the air freely. Four men surround you, holding vicious looking curved daggers. The closest one says, "Englishman, today you die!" What do you do

>Attempt to fight them (Brawn)
>Run away! (Agility)
>Hide amidst the alleyways (Intellect)
>write-in

>>3717599
>Attempt to fight them (Brawn)
Do we have our colts?

>>3717599
>>Hide amidst the alleyways (Intellect)

>>3717599
>Run away! (Agility)

>>3717606
You would not. Most civilized areas frown on openly carrying guns. However, you do have your Bowie knife.

>>3717599
>>Hide amidst the alleyways (Intellect)

>>3717610
>>3717641
Not a smart move desu
If we knew the city yeah, head for the alleys, but this is unfamiliar territory we're likely to get herded away from actual safety or cornered

>>3717638
>>3717599
A pity. Let us make like brave Sir Robin then.

>Run away! (Agility)

>>3717693
running blind seems dumber to me

>>3717734
Because running blind into an alley is so much better. At least on the street we're not as likely to be surrounded.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3717610
>>3717623
>>3717641
>>3717713
Rolling to split the tie.
1 (Run)
2 (Hide)

>>3717780
>Intellect (39), d100, Bo3

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>3717784
Big brain time

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>3717784

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>3717784

>>3717788
>8 vs 39 (Success)

You run to the side, dashing into the winding streets that make up Casablanca. Moving this way and that, you dive into a small shop, and hide amidst coils of hempen rope. You can hear your pursuers cursing as they try and find you. Restless heartbeats follow, and then they disappear.
Just as you are about to step out of hiding, you hear a low, melodic voice speak, "Well, whoever runs from the Scarab must be of interest." The speaker is a veiled women, standing at the entrance of the door. She cuts a fine figure, and her eyes seem to laugh. Still, mother did not raise a fool. "Henry McDermond, at your service. Sorry for the intrusion," you say, careful to keep your eyes on hers. "None taken. Listen, Englishman. I would hurry back to your ship. The Scarab and his men are sure to be causing mischief there too. They do not want anyone else to find out the secrets of the Pool." With that statement, she turns on her heel, and disappears. Where she stood, a scrap of paper, upon which is written the words "Look for me in Cape Town." Well, even more curious.
Still, her warning had some smack of truth about it. You rush off towards the Chiron.

Down towards the docks you run, barely hearing the shouts and cries of annoyance around you. As you emerge, you can hear panicked shouts and gunfire. The Chiron is still docked, but you can see a swarm of turbaned fellows, similar to the ones that accosted you, firing long muskets and waving swords as they make their way down towards the gangplank. You can see crewmen aboard returning sporadic fire. Worse still, you see no sign of any militia. You

>Sneak behind the nearest group, and try to take one of the blackguards out (Agility)
>Take a wide path around, and try to swim to the other side of the Chiron (Agility)
>Run for the nearby Expeditionary Forces quarters (Intellect)
>Attempt to get some local aid (Charisma)
>write-in

>>3718100
>Run for the nearby Expeditionary Forces quarters (Intellect)

>>3718100
>Run for the nearby Expeditionary Forces quarters (Intellect)
We have a lot of charisma, but I wouldn't really trust the locals

>>3718100
>>Run for the nearby Expeditionary Forces quarters (Intellect)

>>3718100
>>Attempt to get some local aid (Charisma)

>>3718085
>>Attempt to get some local aid (Charisma)

>>3718100
>>>Attempt to get some local aid (Charisma)

>>3718100
Ooh, I loves me a tiebreaker
>Attempt to get some local aid (Charisma)
We have more CHA than INT.

>>3718764
>>3718574
>>3718533
>>3718329
>Attempt to get some local aid (Charisma)
>Charisma + French (+10) - Language barrier (-15) - Danger (-10) = (44), d100, Bo3

Alright gents, I'm going to on a road trip tomorrow. I aim to update later tomorrow evening.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3719436

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>3719436

>>3719544
Wtf

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>3719544
Is this the rising? Are we a proto Lawrence of Arabia? Final roll btw.

>>3719544
I joined just in time to witness us conscript a bunch of natives into an ad hoc militia, this should be fun.

>>3720029
First our Flashman mended Franco-Anglo tensions and now crafted a rebellion out of nowhere
Based and Albion pilled

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>3719544
Might as well roll this I guess.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>3720395
gay and lowpilled

>>3720395
>>3720524
"Should we tell 'em it's a d100?"
"Nah."

>>3720612
"Hey, look at those two talking about d100, should we tell them that after a crit we have to roll a d10 to measure the intensity?"
"Nah"

File: julietelheadbang.png (77 KB, 266x359)

77 KB PNG

>>3720613
Donk. Now I look stupid.

So we rolled a crit and also got an intensity of of 10 did we just restart the French rebellion?

>>3721335
I think we unironically might have caused an actual Revolution to break out

>>3721335
sadly some cunt rolled before me so its a 3 on successlevel.

File: 264van.jpg (74 KB, 1159x989)

74 KB JPG

>>3723684
>>3721342
>>3720524
>>3719544
>mfw I leave and come back to this

I'm going to take the 1 and the 10, because it amuses me.

>>3723881
Special skill for rousing Francophones when?

>>3723881
Based QM

>>3723881
>He took my 10
”Henry Mcdermond, daring explorer, gentleman extraordinaire, and three time instigator of geopolitical upheaval at your service!”

>>3719544
>>3720524
>1 vs 44 (Critical success) 10 for consequences

The smell of black-powder. The glint of the sea. The brisk wind flowing over the swirling crowds of chaos. The hot-white intensity of the afternoon sun. These are thrown into sharp relief as you survey the scene. A group of some 40 men assail your brave vessel. Locals and colonials alike flee, and the militia is nowhere to be found. Something must be done. In a feverish moment, you cast your gaze from person to person.
You spy a small group of Englishmen, clearly on holiday. The dock-master and his assistant. A Prussian piloting a small walker. All of them, in a panic. In a flash of inspiration, you leap up to the walker, and clamber alongside the pilot. In a bright, clarion-like voice you call for calm! The crowd stops, in wonder, and turns their faces to you.

"People of Casablanca! There lies the Chiron. A vessel of Her Royal Majesty's Fleet! Are we to stand idle, and watch as the sacred bonds of fellowship are cast aside?" A shout bursts out from the English tourists.

"No! The world turns upon moments such as these! Those vile men, callous of the sacred union between the Empire and Morocco, would seek to ruin us!" A cry from the dockworkers and their master leaps from their mouths.

"Now, while they still stand, let us show them that no one shall trample the rights of free men! With me, together!"

With a final, exuberant yell, the crowd as one surges towards the stricken vessel. The men of the Scarab swarm around the gangplank, and you can see the Chiron is in desperate peril. You, still standing on the side of the walker, and shouting in German to the worker driving the automata, move in with your crowd. The Scarab's lackies are unprepared and swarmed. You see several dive into the sea in mortal fear of their lives. Some bound and gagged by of stout workers. You see the Englishmen trouncing one with walking canes. The Prussian walker uses a great claw to grasp one, and crush him into a fine meal. From the Chiron, you can hear whoops and cheers as the rescue is carried out in full force. In a short matter of moments, you command the pier. The crowd lets out a great cry, and carries you from the walker on their shoulders! You can see your friends laughing from the side of the vessel.

Suddenly, the sound of trumpets. From beyond the snarl of streets, you can see a man, greatly turbaned in silk, riding down, closely followed by a group of soldiers bedecked in finery. The local Casablancans drop to the ground, and gesture for you to do the same. Clearly, this is some notable. He approaches the scene, and calls out in quite good English.
"Peace be upon you! I heard from my estate some disturbance. What happens in my city?"
You

>Tell him the truth
>Hide the purpose of your journey, but tell him the events of the day
>Feign ignorance
>write in

>>3724136
>Hide the purpose of your journey, but tell him the events of the day

>>3724136
>Tell him the truth

>>3724136
>Tell him the truth

>>3724136
>Tell him the truth

>>3724136
>Tell him the truth

>>3724136
>lie by omission about the purpose of your journey, but tell him the events of the day

>>3724161
>>3724163
>>3724192
>>3724230
>Tell him the truth

This man is clearly a sheikh, given the deference show to him. You tell him everything as you can recall, leaving no detail out. By now, your friends have descended, and stand beside you. At the end of the story, the man claps his hands together and says, "Praise be to Allah! You have truly delivered me from an evil long-standing. The Scarab and his men were like rats in this town, infesting every corner. They even had the audacity to steal from my stores. Please, sup with me tonight. We must celebrate this joyous occasion."

And so, later that night, you found yourself sitting to the left of Sheik Saad ben Abdallah. He, surprisingly, was Oxford educated, and a gifted conversationalist. Over the course of the evening, and with the help of Mr. Hughes, you were able to establish a trade deal to be presented to the British embassy. It, in short, promised the establishment of a British quarter, and preferential trade deals. A marvelous achievement, and one to be proud of.
>Gained companion: Sheik Saad ben Abdallah
>Gained fame: Secured a trade partnership with the city of Casablanca for the British Empire

As the night went on, you learned from your new friend that the Scarab has been seen in these parts before, a shadowy figure who often leaves bodies in the wake of those who cross him. He seems intent to prevent foreign powers from gaining an edge in cities along the North African coast, and is almost impossible to catch.

The party reaches its penultimate moment. You stand with your friends, flush with triumph. Archibald dawdles a dancing girl on his knee, Will is juggling knifes to the entertainment of another, and all our merry. The Sheik claps his hands, and four servants emerge from a recessed alcove. They all hold something in their arms. Abdallah says, "Choose one of these gifts, as a token of my respect and gratitude." You take

>A highly decorated and engraved Jezail. An Afghani weapon of peerless design and range.
>A clasp, studded with a ruby. Easily worth 25 pounds or more.
>A small, wirespring automate. Shaped like an owl, and with a quartz mind, capable of following simple commands.
>A Damascus blade, no doubt of peerless historical quality.
>write-in

>>3724762
>A highly decorated and engraved Jezail. An Afghani weapon of peerless design and range.
Yes. Maybe not the most economical pick, but the coolest by far.

>>3724762
>A small, wirespring automate. Shaped like an owl, and with a quartz mind, capable of following simple commands.
>>3724775
Gun cooler than flying automaton?

>>3724762
>A Damascus blade, no doubt of peerless historical quality.

>>3724787
Jezails have intricate details and engrazings which make them beautiful, and yet remain functional weapons. We're never going to have a chance to get a good one ever again most likely, whereas clockwork marvels are probably a dime a dozen in the heart of the British Empire.

>>3724794
>engrazings
Ah, excellent.

>>3724762

>A Damascus blade, no doubt of peerless historical quality

High-quality steel over a rifle that we may not be able to obtain ammunition for or a owl automaton of dubious utility

>>3724762
>A Damascus blade, no doubt of peerless historical quality.

>>3724809
Mhm, I did overlook the ammunition issue. Switching >>3724775

>>3724762
>A Damascus blade, no doubt of peerless historical quality.
Agreeing largely with >>3724809 here, though the Jezail would've been pretty neat.

>>3724762
>A highly decorated and engraved Jezail. An Afghani weapon of peerless design and range.

>>3724809
this
damascus steel is not produced since the middle ages it's far rarer than a jezail

>>3724762
>>A Damascus blade, no doubt of peerless historical quality.
The rifle is nice i guess but we do have pistols already and the sword doesn't need ammo

>>3725004
>>3724851
>>3724814
>>3724809
>>3724790
>A Damascus blade, no doubt of peerless historical quality

With the due respect required for the situation, you accept the sword. It curves slightly, like a scimitar, and comes with a plain scabbard. The steel holds the unique pattern of Damascus, fabled for its sharpness and durability. You and your friends retired for the night, heartened by the warm hospitality shown to you.

The next day dawns, and the HMS Chiron departs. Due to the attack and resulting party, you are now two days behind La Gloire. You learned many things during your stay in Casablanca. Now, it is a straight journey to Cape Town, your last stop. You decide to

>Spend time with a companion (nominate one)
>Urge the captain to travel faster
>Practice one of your skills
>Learn about seafaring from some of the more experienced sailors
>Use the library onboard to research topics of interest
>write-in

>Updated character sheet
>As you guys will be facing more danger, you will need to specify which items you want as default equipped. Due to your training, you can carry the Bowie Knife, the Scimitar, and one gun, but not both guns. That would require modifications to the holsters.

Name: Henry McDermond

Age: 18

Upbringing: Upper-middle class in London, to a merchant family of McDermond. Your forefathers came to London from Scotland during the 16th century.
Education: The Classics. Languages, history, and the great works of old. Your mind sings with the glory of civilization.
Formative years: The Royal Cadets. The branch of the military designed to teach young men the martial skills and training necessary to become an officer.

Statistics:
Brawn 40
Agility 38
Intellect 39
Charisma 59

Skills:
History 20
Poetry 20
Speech 20
Languages 20
Shooting 10
Fencing 10
Tactics 10

Languages: English, French, German, Latin

Equipped items:
Equatorial Clothing
Bowie Knife
Pocketwatch

Inventory:
Colt Navy 1861 x2 (4 damage)
Four boxes of ammunition (24 rounds of paper catridges)
Bowie Knife (2 damage)
Damascus scimitar (3 damage, increased crit range)
Pocketwatch (+10 to Navigation)
Maritime flare (Signals at a distant, lights dark environments)
Climbing gear (+20 to Climbing checks)
Equatorial Clothing (+20 to Survival checks in hot weather)
Cold-Weather Clothing (+20 to Survival checks in cold weather)

Fame:
1. Secured a trade partnership with the city of Casablanca for the British Empire

Money: 1 Shilling

Information:
1. The whirlpool of the Antarctic moves, glows at night, and was spotted off the Horn of Africa. It roars with a strange noise, and seems to wax and wan in power.
2. A French Expedition heads south as well, in La Gloire (a revolutionary steamship). You have a 1 pound wager for first sighting with Richarde.
3. You met a strange woman in Casablanca, who asked you to meet with her in Cape Town.
4. A man known as the Scarab is trying to hinder your progress to the Whirlpool

Ship: The HMS Chiron, bound for the Antarctic. Captained by Mr. Jan Nordvik, and sponsored by
Mr. Hiram Hughes. (75 crew members, Icebreaker hull, Benzine engines, Ornithopter, Bathysphere)

Companions:
Archibald – The poet. Hotheaded and wild, with deep moods.
John – The strongman. Solid and dependable, but slow on the uptake.
William – The trickster. A Welshman, with quick fingers and quicker wit.
Edward – The priest. A vicar’s son, dour in personality, but talented with the needle.
Richarde – The Frenchman. Passionate, intelligent and personable. He travels aboard La Gloire.
Sheik Saad ben Abdallah – The ruler of Casablanca, and a trade partner to the British Empire.

People of interest:
Mr. Jan Nordvik – The captain of the HMS Chiron.
Mr. Hiram Hughes – The expedition’s sponsor.
Mysterious woman – A woman you met in Casablanca, who gave you information about the Scarab.
The Scarab – A shadowy figure, intent on stopping your expedition.

>>3725167
>Inquire as to whether or not there are any leatherworkers or tailors aboard the ship who could modify our HOLSTER

>>3725200
>>3725167
backing

Gah, also fucked up. Should be two choices
>>3725167

Also, be camping for the next two days. Will try to update when I can. I am definitely keeping this going though.

>>3725200
>>3725167
Make it happen, we gotta dual wield for maximum style points.

>Learn about seafaring from some of the more experienced sailors
As choice 2

>>3725171
>Practice one of your skills
fencing
>Learn about seafaring from some of the more experienced sailors
we gun have our own ship one of these days

>>3725200
+1, and learn sailing from the experienced sailors.

>>3725612
Supporting

>>3725200
This plus
>>Learn about seafaring from some of the more experienced sailors

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>3726556
>>3725442
>>3725309
>>3725200

As the ship heads further south along the East African coastline, you consider the various weapons of war you have collected over the past week. The Colts lie oiled and clean, with their blued steel indicating dark purpose. The Bowie Knife, rustic and American, but strong and durable. Finally, the Damascus blade. A relic from the past, and a sign of friendship. All prepared for battle. Only one problem remained. How to hold all of them on your person.

Asking around the ship, you found a likely salt who claims some skill at stitching and leather-working. You describe what you'd like, and he ask for penny, for labour. You part with it willingly, and wait to see the fruits of his labour.

>>3730992
>73 vs 50 (Failure)

Sadly, even as talented as the man seemed, his attempts came for not. He simply could not find a way to make the pistols fit comfortably alongside the length of the sword at your side. Thankfully, nothing was damaged, but you did lose a penny in the process.

>Roll Intellect for seafaring, d100, Bo3

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>3731072

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>3731072

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>3731072

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3731076
>>3731109
>>3731160
fantastic rolls lads. In any other quest that is. Seems wasted here if you ask me.

>>3731076
>74 vs 39 (Failure)

During the trip down to Cape Town, when you were not busy bartering with French merchants at small Congo-land outposts, or trying to decipher some old text, you decide to help around the ship. While the sailors and crew were certainly willing to have me, you found the talk of ropes and stays, star sightings and other nautical terms all a little of your head. You helped, to be sure, given their smiles, but didn't learn anything.

Are you there, QM? If you have to put the quest on hold for a couple of days, could you tell us so we don't think you've bunked out on us?

>>3736982
Yea, I will be out of commission until the 12th. My bad

>>3731952
>I will wrap up this thread, give out experience, and come back with a new one on the night of the 12th. Flashman lives!

The week passed. The balmy weather and coastline soon gave way to the dry heat of the Namib desert, and within a day, you found yourself sighting Cape Town. Built into a natural port, this town supports many Expeditions to the Antarctic. As you retire that night, and think about the last week, you cannot but feel like you have accomplished many things. It is with great content when yoW finally slip into the arms of Morpheus.

>Gained Trait: Gallic Charm (+5 when dealing with Frenchmen, women)
>Gained Trait: Rabble Rouser (+5 when speaking to large crowds)
>Gained 10 attribute points. 5 of them must be in Charisma.

>Well done lads, really enjoying this. Thanks for sticking around and playing.

>Back, let's do this

>Divide your 10 points to attributes of your choice. 5 must go to Charisma, due to your success in that particular field.

>>3743885

>5 into Charisma, 5 into Agility

>>3744417
>5 into Charisma, 5 into Agility

As the sun rises on Cape Town, you are on the deck, staring at the glory of the morning. The rock and sway of the ship is as natural to you as it is to walk on dry ground. Your companions find you, and as five you stand as the Chiron comes into the dock.
The streets of Cape Town are already bustling with activity. Steam walkers move heavy cargo to and fro, and you even see an ornithopter in the distance.
"Clearly civilization has come to even these far climes," drawls Archie, nursing his head from the whiskey of last night.
"The power of steam is universal. Look there, a deep-sea bathysphere," John says, pointing out a brass and steel box with many strange attachments, currently pulled onto a dry dock.
"Plenty of money here then. A man could make a fortune," chuckles William.
"Or find a way to lose his life," counters Edward. Still, you are all smiles as the gangplank is lowered, and you descend down onto dry land once again.

Joining you is many of the crew, and surprisingly, the sponsor and the captain. Mr. Nordvik pushes past you, heading deeper into the town, and moving with a surprising haste.
Meanwhile, Mr. Hughes seems to have engaged a Dutchmen in conversation, and is walking off, gesticulating wildly.

Your companions, too, have different mind of what to do. John wants to inspect the deep sea bathysphere, and inquire about town for a diving suit. William is looking for a way into the Governor's house. Edward wants to follow Mr. Nordvik, and Archie is keen to inquire about town for some boxing and "entertainment". Furthermore, there is your own appointment with the mysterious woman from Casablanca. Plus there is the many sundry chores and activities you need to do around town for the following days.

>Choose five options. The order matters.
>Spend time with a companion (nominate one)
>Spend some time exploring Cape Town
>Practice one of your skills
>Try to inquire about La Gloire and its position
>Shop
>Follow Mr. Nordvik with Edward
>Join William to the Governor's house
>Stay with John and inspect the deep-sea bathysphere
>Follow Mr. Hughes, and see if he needs help with his business
>Archie and his "entertainment" sound interesting
>Meet with the woman of Casablanca

>>3744663
>Meet with the woman of Casablanca

>>3744663
>>Follow Mr. Nordvik with Edward
The most time sensitive one judging by his haste.

>Join William to the Governor's house
Yeah I have zero faith in your abilities after that 93, we need to make sure he isn't arrested.

>Meet with the woman of Casablanca

>Follow Mr. Hughes, and see if he needs help with his business

>Try to inquire about La Gloire and its position

>>3744882
Supporting

>>3744663
>Meet with the woman of Casablanca
It's silly to choose 5 in order. Lets pick one at the time QM