Jericho Montalban
The fuck you lookin’ at greenhorn? You scared of my ugly mug? Get over here.
In his left hand a small orb of fire darts between his fingers like a coin. He beckons with his right hand staring wildly at the recruit.
The sea is Joedir’s land, and you decided to ignore the dangers his waves and wind by signing on to this old hunk of junk. You forsake his almighty divine will by existing on a floating tub, and because of that it’s my fuckin’ job to keep ol’ Joe happy.
He pauses to take a sip of ale, the fire orb hovering in his palm as he draws from the tankard.
Name’s Jericho Montalban, I’m the ship’s chaplain. Round here we pray to three, Joedir, Celise, and Jocasta. I shouldn’t need to explain why, but understand that we are in their hands at sea.
Jericho takes a final sip, tossing the tankard over his shoulder onto the deck. From an unseen pocket he procures a cigar, lighting it with the orb of fire before continuing.
Now I don’t care one bit if you are a gods loving or gods fearing man. If you are the former one trip through the shattered sea will turn you right around to the latter. Spend your nights praying for good weather and clear nights, or you’ll find our time together coming to an end real soon.
Without saying a word Jericho stands, kicks his tankard overboard, and saunters below deck playing with his fire orb the whole way.
Current Location
The Indomitable
Species
Children
Eyes
Orange red with black catlike pupils
Hair
Black boney spikes making what looks like hair
Height
5'10"
Weight
160 lbs
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