[PF] YbN1197's Skull & Shackle - Group 1

[ybn1197]

Whatever your reason for being in Port Peril, you each spent the previous night drinking at the Formidably Maid, a notorious drinking establishment in Port Peril. For James and Spud, you saw the bottom of too many bottles. For Cyrran and Zander, the skirts and eye of a pretty woman stole your heart; then her friends beat you senseless. For Ezekial, it was the cries of a damsel in distress; too late you learned that no one who needs help in Port Peril cries for it. For Samedi, it was the food and the wine; both taken a little too liberally.

You wake up the following morning in complete darkness. You all remember the night before — the ringing laughter of a wild night, the heady joy of excess, the scents of rich stewed meat and perfume lingering in your nostrils. But the joyful memories are quickly stirred away by painful reality — a pounding headache, the sickly taste of cheap wine in your mouths, the hard floor soaked in the smell of brine, a rhythmic creaking noise, and the feeling of the room swaying, as if you were still drunk. Before you can do much more than sit up, however, several pairs of heavy footsteps enter the dark room, and the harsh light of a lantern painfully spears into your eyes.

By the faint light of the lantern, seven men surrounding you. Six of them are armed with saps. The seventh holds the lantern in one hand and a savage whip in the other. An expression that might be mistaken for pain but which is clearly an attempt at a smile bruises his face as he cracks the whip in his hand and screams, “Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On your feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap’n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!"

[sirveaux]

Well, that's one way to find a new crew... Cyrran thinks as he blinks into morning.

"Breakfast, you say? A fine idea. Kippers and coffee, if ya don't mind, old boy" Cyrran leans up on his elbows, waiting for movement by his captors. His fingers lightly feel his torso for injuries or equipment...

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

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Zander’s head was pounding, but he soon realized it wasn’t because of the alcohol. Someone had clubbed him at the side of his head. The blood from the wound had mostly soaked into his bandana, but some of it had continued down his cheek and mixed with the residue of lipstick. Zander smiled for himself in the darkness – it was probably the only cheerful memory he had from the night before, and he thanked the gods for how sweet it was. But then he remembered how the lady had lured him into that trap. ”Clever wench,” he muttered for himself and clenched his fists.

It was then he realized some shuffling around him in the room, and the distinct smells and sounds – not to mention movements – of a sea vessel. Zander was so accustomed to being on a boat that he rarely gave it a second thought, but he was a little startled to realize there were others in the room.

But the freebooter hardly had time to react more to his environment as the sound of heavy boots came closer. The door into the room opened and light seeped through. Seven men entered and surrounded those inside. Six were armed with blackjacks. ”Great,” Zander exhaled under his breath as they entered. He had no trouble figuring out who had clubbed him the night before, but this was not a place to start a fight. Instead he nodded slightly to the others who had been in the room, acknowledging their common situation, as the sailors entered, but before they had taken up their positions.

The seventh man, the one holding the lantern, started screaming at the unlucky “conscripts” as soon as he entered. The man was probably one of the ship’s mates, but could also simply be one of lower rank wanting to prove himself. Fishguts was no doubt the ship’s flogger, and the captain was a certain Harrigan. None of them seemed like nice fellows, and Zander surely had had more pleasant ways of being hired. But it still was some sort of acknowledgement to his skill. Nevertheless, an opportunity for work or not, he did not like this. Zander, being a man who certainly knew how to hold a grudge, wouldn’t let this pass. But he would keep it quiet. The somewhat lucky go happy swashbuckler only had so much fondness for people.

Standing up, he retrieved his tricorne from his belt, where it had been since the night before. The young man had a proud posture, clad in dashing oranges and reds coupled with leather. A whirling tattoo is at his right cheek. He reeked slightly of sweat, blood and alcohol at this moment, but so did everyone else in the room.

”Alright, you’re the boss. Can’t argue with these guys,” he pointed at the thugs with the saps, ”at least not without my sword,” he said with a smirk and placed his hat firmly on his head. ”You know, usually I’m hired, not stolen, for duty, so I must ask: Did you at least have the decency to steal my belongings, too?”

OOC
I’ll leave the picture out and be more bandwidth-friendly in later posts

And I kinda assumed we didn't have our equipment.

[Kira_the_5th]

"Whas going on here now?" James says as he groggily gets to his feet, pain welling up behind his eyes as he adjusts to the light, and to his headache. "Who're you again? What's this about Fishgut sausages? And where's my hat?" he follows, grasping his short black hair for his favorite hat.

[unfairtosome]

Spud, half-orc wizard

Spud growls in harsh but unintelligible Orcish and draws himself up to his full 6'6" frame, his tusks gleaming angrily in the lamplight. A blur of memories and sensations strike him all at once.

My head feels like the time Gerrund and I rigged up the whirling boom trap at home and the gnome set it going before I got out of the way!

He was told at the city's gates to seek out the Formidably Maid if he wanted to find a ship to hire on with as a siege engineer. Did they send him there knowing this would happen?

Surely he was singled out for pressing because of his features, because of his race.

Spud slowly opens his eyes and looks around. Everyone else is human! His anger dulls somewhat at that realization... until he spots James. I think I recognize that one of from the tavern. Yes- yes I do. The pretty boy. Thinks he's so much better than me. An inside man?

Without thinking further, he leaps at his perceived offender. "You! You did this!"

[roll0] Grapple vs 15 CMD or 11 FCMD
[roll1] Bite vs 16 AC or 12 Flatfooted
[roll2] Damage

Spud initiates a weak grapple, but with his head whipping about, his swinging tusks come nowhere close to doing any damage to James.

OOC
Sorry Kira! With everyone else talking back to our captors, I just assumed it's "First to get flogged wins a prize" :smallwink:

[Sarone]

Groggily lifting his head up at the rough housing, Ezekial finishes sitting up. By the Healing Goddess, he thinks as he turns and starts to stand on his feet, his putting his hands up when he gets a chance to indicate surrender. Hearing the scuffling from two of the others, Ezekial looks at his belongings, checking to see what he has left. Ambushed when I went to help the woman. Don't know if she escaped or was part of this, but we'll find out soon enough.

As he takes stock of his situation, Ezekial runs through his brain of the problem as he tries to make it clear he will obey the commands of the gang leader. This is slavery, but until I know if we can escape, I might as well make the most of it.


Seeing the Healer's Kit nearby, Ezekial grabs it and puts it under his arm as he looks around for the rest of his gear.



Knowledge Local Check on Captain Harrigan [roll0]

Perception Roll to see what he recognizes of his surroundings [roll1]

Diplomacy Roll to make it clear I will obey his commands [roll2]

[Mangles]

Samedi stands tall and proud, a smirk upon his face. Finally he has been drawn to the ocean with the infinite darkness held in its depths. He only hopes Mort made it aboard the boat too, without the damned monkey he wouldn't get very far. Samedi heads for the stairs to get above before the stupid orc could hit another one of them.

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

Zander sighed. He really didn’t want to stay around and let the orc-kind have them all clubbed. ”Whoah, yeah so belongings. We’ll talk about that later, you just take care of that problem,” he waved his hands in the direction of the two brawling. ”I’ll report on deck,” he said and proceeded to do so.

[ybn1197]

Rising to your feet in whatever means possible, you all find that your weapons and equipment are missing except for Ezekial's kit. Obviously when you came aboard you were cleaned of all your valuables. As Spud attacks James, the man draws his whip back and strikes out.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] [Nonlethal]

"Save yer strength for the deck work ya cur," he laughs with the other men.

For Ezekial:
You taste the oily aftertaste of nutmeg on your tongue. As for your surroundings, it is still too dark with nothing but the lantern to show your environs, but you know you are in a ship's hold.

[sirveaux]

Sensing this is not the time for action, Cyrran holds is hands up in a submissive posture, although he maintains an intense gaze on whichever crewman makes eye contact. Keeping this same posture, slowly makes his way above deck to report for duty. Passing out of the hold, he mumbles under his breath:

"so, that's a 'no' on the kippers, eh? cheap bastards..."

[Sarone]

Noting most of his gear, weapons, and armor are gone, Ezekial puts his arm through the healer's kit strap. Damn thieves, he thinks as he make shis way past the two fighting and up the stairs towards the deck. Smart move on their part, but this is slavery. We're only going to live as long as we are useful and not a moment after. But a few of these people look like their in the same situation as I am. Might be worthwhile to get some allies.

Noting the after taste in his mouth, Ezekial tries to think of what it is. Probably a knockout drug. Again, smart move on the slaver's part. They probably done this many times before.

Once on the deck, Ezekial shields his eyes, letting them get use to the sun's glare before looking around.


Craft (Alchemy) to identify the aftertaste [roll0]

Knowledge (Nature) to idetntify the aftertaste [roll1]

[Mangles]

Samedi gets above deck and starts scanning the rigging for Mort. He tries to link with Mort to sense his feelings and convey back the urgency of the situation.

[sirveaux]

Upon reaching the open sky above decks, Cyrran surveys the ship, her masts, sails, rigging... With a deep inhalation followed by a sigh of resignation, he shields his eyes from the glare as he looks about. "Well, she's not the prettiest thing I've ever woken up to after a night of drinking, but she ain't the ugliest..." he opines absently.

[Kira_the_5th]

James sits slightly terrified for a minute, his head whirling about avoiding Spud's attack. Hatless, hungover, and hopelessly hammered, James gets to his feet a moment later. "Outside, outside would be a good place to be. Maybe there, ugh, I can get more answers and less madmen attacking me." Stepping outside, James takes a large gulp of salty air, while shielding his eyes from the sun. His eyes still blocked, he speaks out to no one in particular. "So, can anyone tell me what exactly I'm doing on this boat?"

[unfairtosome]

Guess we'll just disengage here then, since it seems no one wants to play that out :smallsigh:

Jolted from his rage by the lash of the whip, Spud stands abruptly- and somewhat shamefacedly, after allowing his "lower" instincts to take over. Still growling, he takes a more defensive position until, seeing neither more of his co-captives rising to defend themselves nor further lashes incoming, he falls into line. Making a bitter note of the lantern holder's features, the half-orc climbs out into the morning sunlight, where he stands squinting and covering his eyes with both arms.

[roll0] Intimidate as he glares sullenly at the whip-wielder on his way up
[roll1] Perception to look around
[roll2] Knowledge: Engineering to assess the ship
[roll3] Knowledge: Local to wrack his brain for information on the ship or the ship's captain
[roll4] Knowledge: Geography to figure out how far they are out of port

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

"Well, one thing's for certain," Zander replied to James, his eyes blinking to adjust for the light, "you're not here on a smooth sailing, matey," he said with a smirk.

Reaching out his arm, offering either a handshake or a warrior’s greeting. ”Name’s Zander Bannock. Figure the lot of us should stick together,” he said while the focus was still on getting them out, not what they said.

[ybn1197]

The 7 pirates herd you up a creaky flight of stairs that lead into another hold. With what little light the lantern gives off from behind you and a little bit of light from the stairwell in front of you, you can hardly tell what is in this hold but from what you see, there is very little. From outside the ring of light, you do hear animal grunts and snorts. The men continue to push and goad you up the next flight of stairs where the light of the sun temporarily blinds you and sets the pounding in your heads to beat harder.

I need Perception AND Intelligence checks from everyone.

Ezekial:
The oily nutmeg taste is a clear sign of oil of taggit poisoning. You remember indulging in some spiced rum last night and you figure the spices hid the initial taste of the taggit oil. I do not need a Perception check from you.

Spud:
The man is not bothered by your snare and glare as you walk past him; in fact he appears rather bored by your attempt. From what you can see, the ship is a solid ship and a decent size. You're not sure, but it is at least two masts. Once on deck, you can see you are many miles out of port. Port Peril and land are just a haze in the distance.

[unfairtosome]

[roll0] Perception
[roll1] Intelligence

26 Knowledge: Local and I haven't heard the name Harrigan before?

[Northman]

Perception [roll0]
Intelligence [roll1]

Also tossing in a profession (sailor) to identify the type of vessel and its usual number of crew [roll2]

[ybn1197]

26 Knowledge: Local and I haven't heard the name Harrigan before?

No, you haven't.

[sirveaux]

Perception - [roll0]
Intelligence - [roll1]

[Sarone]

Intelligence Check: [roll0]

[Kira_the_5th]

Perception: [roll0]
Intelligence: [roll1]

"Nice to meet you, Zander." James says as he extends his hand to accept Zander's handshake. "Name's James Wallace. Here's hoping we get out of this alive and well."

[Sarone]

Hearing two of his fellow conscripts intoducing themselves, Ezekial moves towards them. "An optimistic attitude," Ezekial whispers to the two, "but they did knock us out with taggit poison. The spicy food and rum helped cover it befor ewe realize what happened."

Straightening up, Ezekial puts his hand out. "Nice to meet you two, James and Zander. My name is Ezekial, field doctor, chemist, and part time cook."

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

Zander tasted his mouth, puzzingly. "No... I'm pretty sure they knocked me out with a club to the head," he touched his head. "Clubs to the head usually have that effect on you," he explained.

"But nice to meet a real cook for a change," he smiled. He had had far too many bad meals during his short sailor life.

[Sarone]

Smirking at the compliment, Ezekial shrugs.

"It comes with the territory," he says as he looks around the deck. "If no one is screaming because they gotten stabbed by a spear, or broke a leg from falling down a tree, or is trying to stop bleeding out from an animal attack, I cook. Not the greatest, mind you."

Taking stock of the other, Ezekial shrugs. "Besides, cooking is really science for hungry people."

[sirveaux]

The word "Cook" draws Cyrran's ear. He unshields his eyes, and focuses his gaze on Ezekial.

"So, you'd be the man to see about that breakfast I was promised?" He offers his hand. "Cyrran, known often by the affectionate appellation 'Cyrran the Scoundrel,' former freelancer, and newest member of the crew. Pleased to meet ya."

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

"Aye, I certainly wouldn't mind seeing your skills in action," Zander agreed with Cyrran.

"Freelancer, eh? I'll remember that name for it. Name's Zander Bannock. I've been labelled sailor, mercenary, freebooter and on a few occassions privateer. Doesn't matter what I'm called. I'm hired and lead men on assaults and defense. Only this time I wasn't as much hired as I'd hoped," he sighed.

"You reckon they'll have us scrub or rig?"

[ybn1197]

Spud:
As you are being "escorted" to deck, you get the aftertaste of oily nutmeg on your tongue.

Zander, Ezekial, and Samedi:
As you are being "escorted" to deck, you begin to remember seeing the face of the man with the whip last night.

Cyrran and James:
As you are being "escorted" to deck, you get the aftertaste of oily nutmeg on your tongue. You also begin to remember seeing the face of the man with the whip last night.

Once on deck, you realize you are on a sizeable ship in the middle of the ocean, far from any land. Port Peril and the mainland of the Shackles are just an ochre haze many miles astern. Figures cluster around the ship’s mainmast, looking up at the higher deck on the stern, where two figures stand. One of them is a broad, muscular Garundi man with a shaven head, a long beard bound with gold rings, and an eye patch - clearly the captain. The other is a younger, balding man with a long black ponytail, wearing a long coat and carrying a well-used cat-o’-nine-tails.

You quickly realize you are not the only new "recruits" onboard. There are four others as well, easily discerned by their relative cleanliness and apparent unease over their new vocations. A dozen or so other pirates, clearly members of the crew, stand about on the deck or in the rigging.

“Glad you could join us at last! Welcome to the Wormwood! My thanks for ‘volunteering’ to join my crew. I’m Barnabas Harrigan. That’s Captain Barnabas Harrigan to you, not that you’ll ever need to address me. I have only one rule—don’t speak to me. I like talk, but I don’t like your talk. Follow that rule and we’ll all get along fine.

“Oh, and one more thing. Even with you new recruits, we’re still short-handed, and I aim to keep what crew I have. There’ll be a keelhaulin’ for anyone caught killin’ anyone. Mr. Plugg! If you’d be so kind as to make pirates out of these landlubbers, it’ll save me having to put them in the sweatbox for a year and a day before I make pies out of ’em.”

At the end of his speech, the captain walks away, leaving behind the man with the cat-o’-nine-tails. You presume that this is Mister Plugg, the Wormwood’s first mate. He looks down at you and other impressed captives and smiles unpleasantly.

Spud:
Even after his speech, you do not recognize the Captain, but you do recognize the Wormwood. The ship is known to ply the Inner Sea and Arcadian Ocean, plaguing Chelish merchant ships.

Zander:
The Wormwood is a three-masted sailing ship, 100 feet long and 30 feet wide. Minimum crew is 20.

[sirveaux]

Cyrran listens to the Captain's inspiring speech, then whispers to Zander:

"guess that answers the question. looks like we'll be setting the curve..."

[unfairtosome]

Spud skulks around the edges of the circle of introductions, not knowing how to join in or if even to bother. In the end, he distracts himself from the nearby social niceties (and, evidently, from other things he should perhaps be paying attention to) by fruitlessly wracking his mind for information regarding the ship's captain and how to deal with the straits he's found himself in. Me against the world, part deux, he says to himself.

Easy Sense Motive:
Spud seems chagrined about his actions in the hold, but doesn't know how to do anything about it.

DC 15 Sense Motive
He's obviously been in this situation before- too shy and still angry at the mistreatment he's received and the mistreatment he further expects to receive; wanting to fit in but not knowing how.

[Kira_the_5th]

"Alright, so what exactly is going on here, and what in the underworld are we supposed to be doing?"

[Northman]

"I hear ya, bucko," Zander replied Cyrran and had a look around. The three-master was scarcely populated, even with the rather large group of "volunteers" and the pirates.

"Even with all hands on deck, this lady barely has enough men to keep her going optimally," he said, perhaps mostly in reply to James, but any of the press-ganged crew members around him could hear it. "My guess? Everything," he said with a sigh. He did not look forward to the hours to be spent in riggings or scrubbing the deck "learning" to be a pirate - another term he seemingly would have to add ro his resumé.

[Sarone]

Ezekial looks up at the balding First Mate, then over his shoulder at James. "We have been pressed into the crew do to the lack there of," Ezekial says dryly, taking stock of the crew. "As for this, it's still debate on what roles they need filled in the crew. Just be wary, we are only alive as long as we are useful to the Captain and the crew."

Looking over at Cyrran, Ezekial shrugs. "Like I said, I am a part time cook. Most of the time it's patching people up, gather herbal components, and make medicines and the like."

[unfairtosome]

Spud paces the deck, trying to get a good look around for siege engines aboard the Wormwood without straying too far from Mr. Plugg's field of vision, with the assumption that there would be more orders to come and not much to do about them but learn to obey.

He also keeps an eye out for things that could be used as spell components until he finds a new pouch. Twigs and iron shavings/iron powder in particular.

[roll0] Perception
[roll1] Knowledge: local to know if the Wormwood commonly attacks with siege engines
[roll2] Knowledge: Engineering &
[roll3] Profession: Siege Engineer to identify siege engines should they be found.

[sirveaux]

Arms crossed, Cyrran looks back at Ezekial and shrugs. "Either way, I doubt your skilled hands will go idle for long."

Getting the taskmaster's attention, Cyrran apporaches non-threateningly. "If I'm to be pressed onto this skiff, let's get this show on the road, as it were"

Profession (Sailor) check to seem like I know what the hells I'm doing:
[roll0]


edit:

Seriously, a Natural frikking one!?! This is the ONE thing my guy's supposed to be good at! Damn you, probability! :smallfurious:

[Mangles]

Samedi looks dismayed not yet having seen Mort, nor the rest of his gear. With so many press-ganged crew and with no threat of death its amazing this captain can keep the ship.


perception [roll0]
int check [roll1]

[ybn1197]

As you are quietly discussing your opinions on your current predicament, Mr. Plugg approaches you. "Alright ya swabs! As the cap'n said, it's me job to turn ya inta decent pirates. An the first order of business is we need a new man ta work the rigging. So get to it! The first one of ya to the crow's nest is me new rigger." He unfurls his whip to show he's not waiting for lollygaggers. He then turns to Cyrran. "You can be staying on the deck. We can be affording to lose a single body just yet and I will be be havin' ya kill yourself on my watch. Ya think ya can be handling scrubbin the deck!"

Need a Climb check (DC10) from everyone who is climbing the rigging.

Spud:


[roll0] Perception
[roll1] Knowledge: local to know if the Wormwood commonly attacks with siege engines
[roll2] Knowledge: Engineering &
[roll3] Profession: Siege Engineer to identify siege engines should they be found.
Perception Results: You quickly see plenty of little items that could be used for components. It appears that the deck has not be cleaned in some time.
Knowledge (Local): No, the Wormwood does not use siege engines.
Additional rolls irrelevant based on Knowledge (Local).

[Kira_the_5th]

Climb check go! [roll0]

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

At the approach of Mr. Plugg, Zander stiffened up a little. After receiving the orders, the young sailor decided he might as well give it all he got. On his few earlier trips, he rarely worked the riggings, but he knew how.

"Aye, aye!" he replied swiftly and proceeded to climb.


OOC
Climb check: [roll0]
The modifier is assuming they didn't strip me from my armor (I know they took all the gear). If they did, add 1 to the result since then I won't have an armor check penalty.

Edit: Well, that was unfavorable. At least I didn't miss by 5

[ybn1197]

Yes, armor has been removed along with your other equipment. I will keep the +1 modifier in mind.

[Sarone]

Gulping as he looked up the mast, Ezekial looks back at the first mate and nods. "Oh boy. I heights," Ezekial thought as he grabbed part of the rigging and started to climb.


Climb Check [roll0]

[unfairtosome]

Spud glances skeptically up the mast. I wouldn't say I'm a bad climber, but I wouldn't say I'm a particularly good one, either. I'm sure that if I just explain my skillset there'll be an opportunity for further learning from all this.

Tentatively approaching the first mate without making eye contact, he mumbles quietly in very rusty, somewhat formal common. "I'm not much of a climber, sir, Mister Plugg, however I am good at the breaking things and also good at the fixing things. I know much about the working of... how do you say, the Engine of Sieging, Sieging Engine?" In Orc, he rattles off the names of a dozen or so instruments of war that he's moderately familiar with, including ballistae, catapults, and cannons. "And also the study of terrains, geographic lands, okay yes? I can also identify the valuability, valuation? valuing of objects and treasures with easiness; I have eyed many different things during my childhood growing."

[roll0] Diplomacy

As he trips over words and phrases in the common tongue, Spud seems somewhat resigned to scrubbing the decks with Cyrran- at least I'll be able to collect spell components without anyone noticing- but as he finishes numerating his list of skills, he glances hopefully all the way up from his feet to Mr Plugg's chin, warily avoiding glancing at the vicious whip in his hand on the way.

[Mangles]

Samedi heads for the rigging eagerly, but not very competently. If Mort is anywhere than its up here.

Climb [roll0]

[sirveaux]

Climb: [roll0]

[ybn1197]

OCC: My apologies, I need 7 more climb checks from everyone. The crows nest is 60 ft above the deck and everyone moves at 1/4 speed for climbing. I'll take the first round of rolls as the first 7 feet climbed. Just number the rolls and I will take them in order for the remainder of the test.

{table=head]Player|Character|Roll|Location
sirveaux|Cyrran|21|7 feet
Kira_the_5th|James Wallace|17|7 feet
Sarone|Ezekial|16|7 feet
Northman|Zander|7|4 feet
Mangles|Samedi|5|Fell
unfairtosome|Spud|NA|Deck
[/table]

Cyrran leads the group as he makes quick work through the rigging on his way to the crows nest. James and Ezekial are close to one another in height but are a bit behind him. Zander makes his way a slight bit up the lines but quickly gets himself tangled and falls behind the others. Samedi gets a few feet up into the lines but soon looses his grip and falls back to the deck only to be laughed and ridiculed by the rest of the crew. Mr. Plugg scowls at him and hollers, "Get ya lazy self back up into the rigging you landlubber!"
Mr. Plugg eyes Spud and then says, "Well looky here gents. We have a volunteer to be a swab. Off wit ya then. Ye need to be seeing Master Scourge!

[Sarone]

Looking down at the others, Ezekial glances over at James next to him and up at Cyrran. "This is nuts," Ezekial says as he looks back up to the top of the mast. "Just becareful, James." Ezekial says, more to focus himself than anything.


#2 Climb Check [roll0]
#3 Climb Check [roll1]
#4 Climb Check [roll2]
#5 Climb Check [roll3]
#6 Climb Check [roll4]
#7 Climb Check [roll5]
#8 Climb Check [roll6]


For what good that did, Ezekial thought as he laid on his back, the wind knocked out of him and the sun glaring in his eyes. "Damnation," cussed Ezekial in the most inelegent of terms as he stood up, bones and muscles protesting as he made his way back to the rigging. Better give a good show at least and see if I can do it again.

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

Zander was rather quick into the rigging, but also soon got stuck there. Focusing, he continued on.

Also didn't account for my Captain's Blade trait for a total of +5 out of armor aboard a ship:
2: [roll0]
3: [roll1]
4: [roll2]
5: [roll3]
6: [roll4]
7: [roll5]
8: [roll6]

[Kira_the_5th]

James Wallace

"Aye aye, Zeke, but I'd give the same advice to you." James says as he climbs quickly after Cyrran. "You don't quite seem to have your sea legs yet."


Climb check 1: [roll0]
Climb check 2: [roll1]
Climb check 3: [roll2]
Climb check 4: [roll3]
Climb check 5: [roll4]
Climb check 6: [roll5]
Climb check 7: [roll6]

[sirveaux]

Determined no to swab decks, Cyrran steels himself for the challenge:


[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]

[ybn1197]

OCC: Sorry Mangles, I'm not going to need those rolls after all. With Samedi taking a fall on the first round and the high rolls of the others throughout the test, Samedi will not be able to catch up.

At times, the climbing is close. James and Zander quickly climb past Cyrran who seems to continuously foul himself up in the lines. James takes a quick lead but Zander overpasses him near the end of the climb and reaches the crows nest first. Even Ezekial passes Cyrran after a short fall back to the deck.
Falling damage: [roll0]
Once everyone climbs back down, Plugg smirks at Zander. "Ye will be working for me."
He then turns to everyone else. "Who here amongst ye can cook?"

[Sarone]

Looking around, Ezekial raises his hand. "Sir, my name is Ezekial, chemist, doctor, and cook when I'm not healing or researching."

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

With the exception of Samedi who fell at the start, Zander had been falling behind. But he had steeled himself and darted upwards at the same tempo as James while they passed Cyrran. Zander was impressed by James' climbing - it was perhaps even swifter than his own, and Zander was raised on a boat. But Zander rarely backed down from a challenge, and his determination proved the better and he passed James at the end and climbed into the nest.

Once up, Zander moved to the side while he took a quick breath, allowing James to climb up as well. The freebooter had a quick look at the deck, hoping to catch some details, before turning to James, holding fast to a rope.A Perception roll check out the various crew positions. Even if most are still looking at us, some details about the deck and crew should hopefully be perceived. [roll0]

"Swift moves, mate," he said, patting his fellow conscript on the shoulder with his free hand. "What'dya reckon?" Zander indicated the deck - or rather the whole situation - with a slight tilt of his head.

Zander informed James of whatever he learned from his look and listened to a few quick comments, but soon indicated they should move down in order to not raise suspicion.Feel free, of course, to elaborate on the quick conversation, Kira - or even someone else if your characters climbs the top(?) (even though you probably won't reach the top in time to get the main points). I'm simply "moving on" on this post to reply to the whole GM post

Once they were down and Zander had gotten his comment from Mr. Plugg, Zander replied in a positive manner, obviously pleased by the accomplishment. "Aye, aye, Mr. Plugg. You got yourself a swift number two, as well," he pointed at James, showing that competition and teamwork could go hand in hand in his book. Then he stepped back, awaiting instructions.


OOC
Although I suspect rigging will be rigging, and a spotter most likely either would be one of the old crew or picked by an appropriate other test, would you rule that if Zander is posted in the nest that his freebooter's bane would reach the deck instead of simply a 30-feet radius? Or some variant? At some point I'm pretty sure it will come up.

[Mangles]

Samedi really hopes that Mort wasn't watching that, although surely he would have felt the emotional taunts of the little beast if he was around to witness that incompetent display of climbing. Where is that stupid beast?

[Kira_the_5th]

'As James climbed, all his focus seemed aimed at the crow's nest above. He didn't notice the other man swiftly overtake him until he felt a tap on his shoulder from above.

"I reckon quite a bit, not least of which that I've got some pretty good competition. As for everything else, we can talk later, once we've got a moment's time. " Before climbing down, James also takes a moment to survey the scene from the top of the mast.

[roll0]

Once everyone's back on deck, James offers Zander a congratulatory handshake for an excellent race.

[sirveaux]

Cyrran looks at his hands with equal measure of disbelief and disgust. He folds his arms and leans on whatever's handy, avoiding eye contact and seeming to swear in Aquan under his breath.

[ybn1197]

Zander:
From the crows nest you are able to get a good look at the deck. The ship has both a fore and aft castle. The forecastle is empty at the moment. The aftcastle (or poop deck) has the wheel of the ship. The wheel is decorated with some metallic inlay but you can't be sure from this distance. Above the poop deck, hanging from the mizzenmast is an iron cage. Inside the cage is the body of a man. Perched on top of the cage is a parrot.

Once the five of you return to the deck, Mister Plugg looks at Zander, "You be my new rigger. You will report to me for your duties, understand? You," he points to Ezekial, "are our new cook's mate. You will report to Fishguts in the galley. The rest of ya will report to Master Scourge for your daily duties." He looks back at Zander, "For your first task, ya need to be repairing some of the rigging."

Zander:
I need 4 Climb checks vs. DC 10 and one Profession (Sailor) check vs. DC10

Spud, Samedi, James, Cyrran and the four other press-ganged newcomers:
Master Scourge smirks at you. "Thar's rope that needs to be coiled and moved. Put yer back's into it," he laughs maniacally.
Everyone needs to make a Strength OR Profession (Sailor) check vs. DC10. Will also need to make a Constitution check vs. DC10

Ezekial:
Making your way down to the galley which you find to be a cramped and chaotic kitchen. Two wooden worktables, several wooden cupboards, and two small stoves against the port wall, as well as virtually every cooking utensil imaginable and a frightening array of meat cleavers. A score of chickens and three goats wander freely throughout the chamber. The stoves are perpetually lit, and large cauldrons bubble away atop them all times. A huge array of spices mingle with barrels of rainwater, two tuns of rum, cupboards full of ship’s biscuit and salted beef, barrels of sauerkraut, and a small supply of fresh vegetables picked up in Port Peril.
Fishguts sits in the middle of the mess. He is a large man weighing well over 200 pounds on a 5 foot frame. His apron is covered in blood and fish oil. Short bushy tufts of black hair poke out from under his hat. When he sees you approach, he lips part revealing rotted teeth as he attempts to smile. The smell of rum on his breath and person is almost overpowering. "Ambrose Kroop at your service. You must be the new cook's mate."

[Kira_the_5th]

"Maniacal laughter. That's a good sign." James whispers to the others once Plugg is out of ear's reach. Once work starts up, he begins talking a bit more openly."Anyway, looks like we're working together on this one. I was already acquainted with Cyrran, as well as the lovely orc fellow, but may I know who else I'm going to be working with for the foreseeable future?"


Profession (Sailor): [roll0]
Constitution check: [roll1]

[unfairtosome]

Unsurprised but disappointed in having some of his other proficiencies overlooked by a less-than-erudite taskmaster, Spud is otherwise fine with the opportunity for mindless activity to allow him to focus on his rich internal life and to comb the refuse-strewn decks for possible spell components. It can't possibly be as dangerous as falling from up in the rigging, though I'm probably more adept than anyone here at repairing things, and while it's no experience like playing with toys of siege warfare, it'll do in the meantime.

The half-orc glances surreptitiously around the group as they make their way to Master Scourge, his eye just narrowly avoiding catching that of James', who seems to be referring to him- as if he weren't there- in an offhand, sarcastic manner- though one, he is grateful, that seems to be without genuine malice or resentment. This, of course, makes him feel even more sheepish about his behavior in the hold.

After blinking his way through the occasionally arduous task of listening to the taskmaster's orders in Common but thinking in Orc, he follows instructions silently and with no wasted energy- no longer seeing red, as it were, regarding his press-ganging and turning inwardly in the meantime for mental fortitude. The time for action will come, but the time for reflection and paying attention is always now.

Strength [roll0]
Constitution (1d20+1)[9]

[sirveaux]

Profession (Sailor): [roll0]

Con Check: [roll1]

Edit:

Man, I am just NOT that good a sailor! :smallredface:

[Mangles]

"You'd be surprised how powerful some maniacal laughter can be. I might show you sometime, if we get something good to laugh about. I'm Samedi."


prof sailor[roll0]
con [roll1]

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

Zander nodded at Mr. Plugg. "On it!"

Before he returned to the riggings, however, Zander turned to his other press-ganged fellows - especially those he had earlier conversed with. "Catch you mateys later. Hopefully to catch a game of dice or cards, eh?" He then proceeded to climb up and repair the riggings.Climb: [roll0]
Climb: [roll1]
Climb: [roll2]
Climb: [roll3]

Profession (sailor): [roll4]
EDIT: If you need a new roll for that 7, even though it didn't miss by 5+, simply roll it.

[Sarone]

Taken aback by the chaos, Ezekial nods and shakes the cook's hand. Is he drunk, Ezekial thinks as he takes stock of the cook. "Yes sir, I am the new cooking assistant. My name is Ezekial."

Looking around a bit, Ezekial start figuring out where to put the various items in an organized manner. "Just wondering, haveyu been with the crew long? The ship seems to be lightly staffed."


Diplomacy Check to change Fishguts attitude towards Friendly/Helpful [roll0]

[ybn1197]

On deck
It is a long, hot, and arduous day in the sun, moving and coiling the rope that helps keep the ship moving. Everyone works under the scrutiny of Master Scourge who is never fearful of unfurling his whip and cracking it in the air to remind everyone that rest is for the sick and dead. By the end of the day, you have all worked up a good sweat and muscles that you didn't know you had ache. James and Spud are so tired from their work that they feel the effects of fatigue creeping into their muscles and they long for little more than the cold comfort of sleep. Meanwhile, Samedi, who faced many troubles and trials with the back-breaking work and was more concerned with the fate of Mort, suffers the wrath of Master Scourge's tongue for not pulling his own weight.


In the rigging
Zander spends his day fixing the lower rigging and making sure the sails catch the wind properly. He finds himself under the watchful eye of Mister Plugg who seems concerned with Zander's difficultly moving about the rigging but also seems pleased with the end result that Zander provides.

In the galley
"Long?" Kroop says. "Aye, long enough. It’s poison, this ship, but don’t let anyone hear you say it aloud. The hull listens, see, and the cap’n hears it all. Poison the Wormwood is, though, rotten to the core. You’ll not meet a more nasty, sour piece of work than Cap’n Harrigan in all your days at sea, and his crew’s the same, ’specially the first mate, Mr. Plugg. Vicious little sod, he is. He’d take his own mother’s liver to the butcher to make pies with, he would. But they leave me alone, mostly. They know I can’t ’arm ’em."

[Sarone]

Nodding his head, Ezekial starts checking the out he various items. "Poison? Hmm, interesting," Ezekial says as moves around, trying to avoid the animals. "Still, it makes sense, especially for someone who enslaves people. I know quite a few of my fellow country men who would try to fight it out. Not smart, especially in this situation, but we can make the most of it."


Quick Perception Roll to see what is in the area


Noting the various items, Ezekial looks back at the cook. "Sir, I was wondering, who do I talk to about getting my gear back? While there's quite a few items that I don't need, there is some items that I can use that will help me be a better assistant to you. It might even gain more respect from the crew."


Diplomacy roll to ask who to talk to about getting my gear back [roll]1d20+6

[ybn1197]

There is far too much clutter to do an exhaustive search in the time you have. However, a quick look around nets you the discovery of a very nicely crafted dagger that is currently being used as a butcher's knife.

"Your gear matey is now the property of Cap'n Harrigan. You have to prove yourself to him before ya even get a smiggen of a chance to get something back, if you're lucky."

[Sarone]

Nodding, Ezekial looks around some more. "Understandable," Ezekial says. "Still, Master Kroop, I believe it would be prudent for me to get at least the gear that will most definetely help the crew. And, unless the Captain personally oversees it, then there should be some one else to go through. A quartermaster, for example? In any case, it's just two items, nothing dangerous, and would be quite beneficial. Especailly in regards to me being your assistant."

Taking a look at the pots on the stove, Ezekial looks over at Kroop. "But regardless, that should be for another time. What will my duties be? I figure it will be to help prepare food as well a gather resources in addition to cleaning."

[Northman]

Zander Bannock

Although Zander felt a little shaky at times while working the riggings, he kept his cool and did his job. A slight toss of the ocean wouldn’t knock him down that easily. When Zander was done with the repairs for the day, he climbed down on deck, ready for a bite in the mess. Hopefully Ezekial was a good cook, because the nickname Fishguts sure didn’t strike Zander as a good name for a chef.

[ybn1197]

Ezekial:

Nodding, Ezekial looks around some more. "Understandable," Ezekial says. "Still, Master Kroop, I believe it would be prudent for me to get at least the gear that will most definetely help the crew. And, unless the Captain personally oversees it, then there should be some one else to go through. A quartermaster, for example? In any case, it's just two items, nothing dangerous, and would be quite beneficial. Especailly in regards to me being your assistant."

Taking a look at the pots on the stove, Ezekial looks over at Kroop. "But regardless, that should be for another time. What will my duties be? I figure it will be to help prepare food as well a gather resources in addition to cleaning."
"The quartermaster... That would be Cut-Throat Grok. Iff'n you're wise, you'll be staying on the good side a her. Now, I need ya to be gettin' the stew ready. We have the fish already caught, ya just need to be preparin' em."

At the end of the work day, everyone gathers on deck for the evening meal. Prior to serving of the food is "Bloody Hour," the time when disciplinary actions are done for everyone to see.
Master Plugg calls out, "Bring Jakes Magpie up from the bilges." A couple of minutes pass as some of the crew members go down into the ship to the bilges and bring up Jakes Magpie. He is brought before Master Plugg who says, "For the crime of stealing from the quartermaster's store, you are sentenced to be keelhauled, Mr. Magpie. May the gods have mercy upon your soul, for we surely do not." Magpie is then bound by hand and feet and cast over the bow of the ship where the handlers of his ropes pull him to the stern. In all, it is less than 2 minutes before they are hauling him back on board, but what they pull back up is not a man anymore. His body is cut to shreds and ribbons from the keelhauling.
At that time, Ezekial and "Fishguts" Kroop come up on deck with dinner and the rum rations for the evening.

James:
The day's work was specially hard on you. You are currently Fatigued.

See the OCC for Ship Actions following dinner.
__________________

[unfairtosome]

Spud barely makes it through dinner and falls exhaustedly into a deep sleep as soon he is released from his obligations, fatigued beyond sense from his first day of manual labor in a long time.

[Sarone]

Wonder what is going on up there, Ezekial thinks to himself as he hears some yelling from above deck. Oh, well, it can wait.

Helping Master Kroop take the fish stew above deck, Ezekial quickly notices the smell of blood and the sight of the mangled man causes Ezekial to quickly put the stew down at its spot as quickly as possible. "By the Judge and Healer, what happened to this man," Ezekial asks, looking towards Zander, James, and Cyrran.


Heal Check to see if the man is alive as well as his condition [roll0]

[Kira_the_5th]

"Well, so much for 'barely enough crew to keep this boat running.'" James says, looking over to the others with a look speaking half bemusement, half fear. Turning to Zander, he cracks a smile. "So how was the view up there?"

Any odd looks from what just happened are greeted with a slightly exhausted "Just trying to lighten the mood..."

[Mangles]

Samedi looks down at the broken man before him, hoping the same fate would not befall himself. He takes his plate and eats quickly, saving as much time as possible to talk with the crew. He seeks out a game of dice, but chooses to watch not to play, trying to gain the trust of those playing. Mainly trying to find out if Mort is aboard the ship.

[ybn1197]

Heal Check to see if the man is alive as well as his condition [roll0]

As for his condition, the man is clearly deceased. You don't know whether he died from the wounds or the drowning though.

As Samedi walks over to where the crew is gambling, he gets some glances and glares from the crew members but no one argues when he takes a place among them. As the dice are passed from one man to another, Samedi is offered a turn to join in. Passing on the offer, he is given some friendly deriding as the rum flows and the sailors warm up to the evening events.

((OCC: Need a Perception check from Samedi))

Ezekial:
Later in the Galley
Following the serving of dinner and the procurement of his rum rations, Kroop has retired to his quarters insensibly drunk, giving Ezekial time to clean and organize the galley as best as he can. Over the course of the five hours he spends there, Ezekial is able to re-cage the goats and strengthen the bonds on their cages. He also is able to clean the counters and organize the mess, in the process finding a pair of handaxes that have been used as meat cleavers, 11 knives scattered throughout the workspace, a short sword that was used to skewer a rack of meat, and a vial of holy water. The job, as a whole, is only half way complete.

[Mangles]

Samedi watches the game closely. "Maybe next time I gamble with you, but I have nothing to bet with yet."


[roll0]

[Sarone]

Shaking his head, Ezekial looks around the group. "I suggest we cut him down and lay him to what ever peace he is allowed," Ezekial says. "Judging by what killed him, and if nothing else, it'll prevent him from coming back to get his revenge on us."

Taking a bowl of stew, Ezekial eats silently, then once every has ate, takes the pots down to the galley and starts cleaning the galley up. Place can use a good cleaning. It'll prevent the spread of disease, sickness, and filth.

After cleaning the area and securing the goats as best he could, Ezekial sets seven of the knives up on the counter, securing them and the other blades so it doesn't move if the ship hits rough weather. The he grabs four peieces of cloth that can be used for makeshift sheathes for the four daggers.

Satisfied, Ezekial puts the blades in one of the cabinets, then goes back to work cleaning the galley for another hour.



Perception [roll0] Profession (Cook) [roll1]


Satisfied with the cleaning, Ezekial goes over to the cabinet with the four sheathed knives. Carefully putting three knives into his pants and under his shirt, Ezekial puts the fourth into his belt.

[ybn1197]

Spud:
As Spud heads down to the lower hold to grab some rack time, he is approached by a red-haired woman with tattoos covering her arms. She smiles at the half-orc and says to him in a low voice, "On a pirate ship, its not what you know but who you know that helps you get by. Friends help each other out, enemies cause trouble." She slips you your spell-book and the casually walks by without another word."

Ezekial:
In the last hour of cleaning, you find a good lock hanging unused off a pantry cupboard. Satisfied with the nights work, you head below to get some shut eye before the next day.

Samedi:
The game goes on through most of the evening and before you know it the shadows are getting longer and everyone, filled with rum, turns in for some sleep before the next work day. In the middle of the night, you are awoken by someone poking you on the forehead lightly. Careful not to cry out, you open your eyes to see Mort balancing on the top part of our hammock.

In the morning, you awake to the tolling of the bell, alerting all crew to start the day on deck, get your grub and report to your stations. As you roll out of your berths and make for the stairs, four of the crew stop before you and block your way. "In a hurry?" one of the asks, pushing James in the chest.

[Mangles]

"We aren't, but out stomachs are. Need to get some grub into them before we start the day."

[Kira_the_5th]

"Now now, no need to get violent, lads. We're all part of one big, unhappy family now, right?" James says as he stumbles back slightly, looking to the others to help back him up. "What seems to be the problem?"


I'm going to try and roll Diplomacy to calm down the situation. I take it I'm still without my hat, so that's accounted for in the roll.
[roll0]

[Sarone]

Waking in the morning, Ezekial stretches and then gets out of the hammock. I hope Master Kroop is up today, I need to clean that galley, Ezekial thinks as he pulls out the three sheathed blades from his rolled up vest that he used a pillow. And get these to Zander, Cyrran, and James before trouble happens.

Noticing the commotion, Ezekial sighs, realizing trouble might have found them already. Making sure his blade was secured up front and in plain view of everyone, Ezekial approaches from the rear of his group of friends and compatriots.


Dex Check to be stealthy [roll0]


Taking one of the blades in his right hand, putting it so that the sheathed blade was pointing down with his thumb over the handle, Ezekial approaches from behind and to the left of Cyrran. "I believe that we are trying to not be late," Ezekial says, putting his right hand and knife on Cyrran's back. "After all, we are members of the same crew," Ezekial smiling in an attempt to get the rival crew members on him for a few seconds.


Dex Check for Sleight of Hand [roll1] to get the blade to Cyrran as quickly as possible.

[sirveaux]

Cyrran, who had been sulking over the previous day's events, feels the blade pressed into his back. As Ezekial passes, he nods recognition.

Dex Check to receive the blade:[roll0]
OOC - Do you want a Stealth or Sleight of Hand to hide the blade?

[ybn1197]

Dex Check to receive the blade:[roll0]
OOC - Do you want a Stealth or Sleight of Hand to hide the blade?

Sleight of hand

[sirveaux]

Sleight of Hand: [roll0]

[ybn1197]

"We're not getting violent, are we chaps?" Sy says sarcastically to the others. "We just don't like the cut of his jib."

Pirates' Perception check to notice hand off of knife from Ezekial; DC 20 (Ezekial's sleight of hand) + 5 (Distraction) = 25
Aretta Bansion: [roll0]
Fipps Chumlett: [roll1]
Jaundiced Jape: [roll2]
Slippery Sy Lonegan: [roll3]

Pirates' Perception check to notice hand off of knife to Cyrran; DC 8 (Cyrran's sleight of hand) + 5 (Distraction) = 13
Aretta Bansion: [roll4]
Fipps Chumlett: [roll5]
Jaundiced Jape: [roll6]
Slippery Sy Lonegan: [roll7]

Jape grabs Aretta's arm and points at which time Aretta cries out "Watch it mates, that one there got himself a pig poker," and nods at Cyrran.
"I'm not afraid of 'em," Fipps replies drawing his dagger, "not one little bit."

[Mangles]

Samedi glares at Fipps, drawing his dark magics into his eyes.


Casting Evil Eye on Fipps, dropping his attack rolls by 2, will save to make it one round instead.

[Sarone]

Looking at the man with drawn dagger, Ezekial steps around Cyrran, looping a finger under his belt next to his own dagger. "My 'friend', he is just making sure his knife is in place," Ezekial says, before nodding towards the exit. "I should remind you that keelhaul is the punishment for murder, maybe even assault. Shall I describe what happened to the Late Magpie as he was tossed over and then brought back up?"

Looking at James, Zander, the hald orc, and finally the guy with the monkey on his shoulder, Ezekial raises an eye brow as the man seems to stare at the man with the knife. Magic, by the looks of it, Ezekial thinks as he looks back at the pirate in front of him.

"That being said, I believe you are out numbered, out weaponed, and, by my guess, out classed," Ezekial says, keeping a tight left hand on his healing kit, the healing aget hanging off his left shoulder. "Though I do believe I can put you back together quick enough before First Mate Plugg or Master Scourge has to pass judgement on any of us. A friendly warning, judging your odds."


Diplomacy Check to get him to realize that fighting all of us isn't a good idea [roll0]

[Kira_the_5th]

"My friend here's right, you know." James steps in, seeing Ezekial struggle a bit with his warnings. "None of us have anything to gain from being late, or being dead. Let's all just head up to deck, have some breakfast, and maybe share a few stories or shanties. Whadda ya say?"

Diplomacy: [roll0]

[ybn1197]

Aretta, Jape, and Syl retreat to the stairwell at the sight of the knife in Cyrran's hand. Once it becomes apparent that Fipps is hopelessly outnumbered and out-weaponed, he slides the dagger back into its' sheath and backs away as well. "This won't be forgotten," he says to you as the four of them run up the stairwell to deck.

Once on deck, you grab your breakfast and prepare for another day of hard labor. Mister Plugg assigns Zander to line work; hard work hoisting and lowering sails, requiring a DC 10 Profession (sailor) or Dexterity check. You must also make a DC 10 Constitution check to avoid being fatigued at the end of the shift. Ezekial finds himself assisting Kroop in preparing the day’s meal. Kroop drinks throughout the morning and afternoon, but maintains enough clarity to do most the work himself, only occasionally needing Ezekial's help. Master Scourge assigns the rest of you to swab the decks; backbreaking work mopping the decks and scrubbing them with sandstone blocks called holystones, requiring a DC 10 Strength or Constitution check. Failing either check results in the you being fatigued at the end of the shift.

[sirveaux]

Cyrran nods his appreciation to his newfound mates for their assistance. He resolves never to be caught without the dagger, should things turn ugly.

Con check [roll0]

[Sarone]

Once the man leaves, Ezekial turns to James and Zander and hands them both a sheathed knife. "Tried to get these to you guys earlier," he says, then turns to Samedi and Spud and thrusts out his hand in gesture of friendship. "Thank you for the assistance. My name is Ezekial. I'll see if there's anything I can get for you from the galley I'll try to get something, but be mindful of what we're on."

Once introductions are made and requests are mentioned, Ezekial nods and heads into the galley, where he sees Master Kroop. "Morning Master Kroop. I hope you are happy with the cleaning," Ezekial asks as he moves to start helping Master Kroop with today's meal.

[ybn1197]

Ezekial
"Excellent job mate," he says swaying slightly. "You not be bucking for my job are ye?" he says good naturedly. "We have plenty of supplies for the here and now, so I only be needing you to help me get the evening stew ready today. If'n ya like, ya can finish with tidying up in here."

[Kira_the_5th]

"Thanks for the backup there, mates." James tells the others as they walk up onto the deck. "For a second there, it looked like a scuffle would have been the best thing that could have happened to us. Let's put in a decent day, so that we can have some good times tonight, at least." Sheathing the knife at his side, James gets to work, hoping to figure out where his hat and heirlooms had run off to at the end of the day.

Str check to avoid fatigue: [roll0]

[Mangles]

Samedi shrugs off the thanks from the others. "Another dagger would go along way to keeping ourselves alive." He heads out to scrub the deck after wolfing down breakfast.


con check [roll0]

[Sarone]

Smiiling and nodding his head, Ezekial starts prepping the the stew. "Nah, it's just a hobby of mine," Ezekial says, as he looks around. "My main calling is to heal people and help make them better, if they choose to. In order to do that, I study life, plants, animals, and other such things in order to better understand it and their reaction to those around them. To be truthful, I as much as I like cooking, I'm a doctor first and foremost. So you won't have to worry about me going for your position, Master Kroop."

Looking around, Ezekial looks back at Mast Kroop. "Also, thank you for letting me borrow a knife. This morning my friends and I were about to be attacked by four other crew members. I'll return it as soon as I get my gear back, or at least my own dagger back."

Getting back to work, Ezekial decides to make small talk with Master Kroop, trying to get to be friends with the ship's cook and learn from him.


Diplomacy Roll to improve Master Kroop's attitude [roll0]

[unfairtosome]

ybn:
[roll0] Knowledge (local)
[roll1] Knowledge (history)
[roll2] Knowledge (arcana) check to identify the woman's tattoos.

During the confrontation:

Spud watches anxiously from behind the confrontation as the situation escalates. Just before he makes a few gestures and snaps a twig to Break (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/b/break) Fipps' knife, the cowardly band of pirates slinks off. Shrugging and grunting, he continues to follow his own small group above. At Ezekial's introduction, he hesitates and follows up with his own. "'M'Spud," he asserts, tapping his chest unconsciously to make his meaning clear, then feels foolish and self-conscious for doing so. They're not stupid, I just don't speak the common language quite as well.

As they break off to their separate tasks, the wizard keeps his eye out for possible spell components, and pockets anything he can find as surreptitiously as possible.

[roll3] Perception (take 10/20 if possible)
[roll4] Sleight of Hand

Unfortunately, his concern with stealth seems to draw more and more attention to himself any time he bends down- stubbing his toe and yelping, or dropping a piece of detritus as he tries to slip it into his pocket. He grimaces and glares around every time this happens.

If he has been able to scrape up some iron filings, Spud casts Enlarge Person on himself before setting himself to the task of scrubbing the decks.

[roll5] (+2 STR mod if filings found, +1 CON mod otherwise)

As he goes about his duty, he keeps an eye out for his new flame-haired lady "friend," and for structural weaknesses aboard the Wormwood.

[roll6] Knowledge (Engineering) (sweet!)

[ybn1197]

Toiling away on the deck proves tough for James and Samedi. Though no one invokes the wraith of Master Scourge, they both feel the weight of their work and will have to return to the billets after dinner for rest or suffer consequences tomorrow.


Smiiling and nodding his head, Ezekial starts prepping the the stew. "Nah, it's just a hobby of mine," Ezekial says, as he looks around. "My main calling is to heal people and help make them better, if they choose to. In order to do that, I study life, plants, animals, and other such things in order to better understand it and their reaction to those around them. To be truthful, I as much as I like cooking, I'm a doctor first and foremost. So you won't have to worry about me going for your position, Master Kroop."

Looking around, Ezekial looks back at Mast Kroop. "Also, thank you for letting me borrow a knife. This morning my friends and I were about to be attacked by four other crew members. I'll return it as soon as I get my gear back, or at least my own dagger back."

Getting back to work, Ezekial decides to make small talk with Master Kroop, trying to get to be friends with the ship's cook and learn from him.


Diplomacy Roll to improve Master Kroop's attitude [roll0]


The day passes quickly in the galley. Master Kroop follows the conversation as best he can, imbibing as much alcohol during the afternoon as a couple of crew members would after rations are passed out. When you mention the knife, it seems as though his eyes clear, at least momentarily, and he nods his head "Yeah, yeah. Life onboard can be dangerous, specially for new crew. I trust no one was overly harmed?"


ybn:
[roll0] Knowledge (local)
[roll1] Knowledge (history)
[roll2] Knowledge (arcana) check to identify the woman's tattoos.
There is nothing out of the ordinary about the woman's tattoos. They are fairly common and often found on pirates and sailors.


As they break off to their separate tasks, the wizard keeps his eye out for possible spell components, and pockets anything he can find as surreptitiously as possible.

Unfortunately, his concern with stealth seems to draw more and more attention to himself any time he bends down- stubbing his toe and yelping, or dropping a piece of detritus as he tries to slip it into his pocket. He grimaces and glares around every time this happens.

If he has been able to scrape up some iron filings, Spud casts Enlarge Person on himself before setting himself to the task of scrubbing the decks.

[roll5] (+2 STR mod if filings found, +1 CON mod otherwise)

As he goes about his duty, he keeps an eye out for his new flame-haired lady "friend," and for structural weaknesses aboard the Wormwood.

[roll6] Knowledge (Engineering) (sweet!)

You are able to find some iron filings and cast your spell. ((Need a DC 10 Strength or Constitution check)) As you go about your work, you notice the woman is also working on deck as a swap.
There are no visible structural weakness on deck beyond the normal ones a ship of this size would have.

[sirveaux]

Cyrran appears to be in a better mood, though obviously still wounded over his ineffective efforts from the previous day. He chats amiably with any who make conversation.

[Sarone]

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Besides Master Kroop and myself, who else goes through the Galley? Aslo, could I get a map of it as well?


Nodding, Ezekial assists with dinner. "Almost, but the fact hat he was outnumbered and out equipped was in our favor." Looking around, Ezekial looks at some other stuff. "Just wondering, do you have a cookbook or something that can help with my duties. I'm normally cooking on land with stuff I can scrounge up supplies, not on a ship."

[Mangles]

Samedi heads out to rub elbows with the local gamblers again. Still without anything to bet he doesn't play. He tries to get one of the guys alone at some point and use his magiks to help ply him to Samedi's cause.


changing my actions because I don/'t have to work now.
Casting charm person during my try to befriend people attempts.

[ybn1197]

Cyrran

Cyrran appears to be in a better mood, though obviously still wounded over his ineffective efforts from the previous day. He chats amiably with any who make conversation.
As the day wears on and the toiling work wears on you, you find yourself spending a lot of your time working next to a female halfling. As the day goes by and you have time to chat, you learn her name is Rosie Cusswell and she was press-ganged into the crew, same as you but only a day earlier.

Ezekial

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Besides Master Kroop and myself, who else goes through the Galley? Aslo, could I get a map of it as well?

Most of the time, it is just the two of you, no one else normally enters the galley. There are two exceptions. The quartermaster (Cut-Throat Grok) is in the store during the day. Once dinner is called, she locks the store up and normally does not return till the following morning. The other is "Caulky" Tarroon, the captain's cabin-girl. She arrives in the morning and evening to sample the captain's dinner and then deliver it to him.
A man of the Middle Deck can be found here (http://www.baydragons.com/mediawiki/images/a/ac/Middle_Deck.png). A8 is the galley. A9 is the Quartermaster's store.

Nodding, Ezekial assists with dinner. "Almost, but the fact hat he was outnumbered and out equipped was in our favor." Looking around, Ezekial looks at some other stuff. "Just wondering, do you have a cookbook or something that can help with my duties. I'm normally cooking on land with stuff I can scrounge up supplies, not on a ship."
"A cookbook! HA!" Kroop laughs. "Wach ya be thinking boy? That the crew be wanting some fine dining tonight? These scallywags take wach ya be given' them and their happy for it. A cookbook!" He mumbles to himself as he wanders across the galley only to stop at one of the tables that you have not cleared yet and exclaims, "Well I'll be pickled in brine! I do have a cookbook here!" He pulls a cookbook out from under a pile of cutlery. "Here boy. Might as well be using it since I have it."

Samedi

Samedi heads out to rub elbows with the local gamblers again. Still without anything to bet he doesn't play. He tries to get one of the guys alone at some point and use his magiks to help ply him to Samedi's cause.


changing my actions because I don/'t have to work now.
Casting charm person during my try to befriend people attempts.

After dinner, you find a group of swabs gambling away what little possessions they have. You watch for some time and realize the one they call "Barefoot" Samms is losing quickly. Before long, she gives up gambling and calls it an early night. You are able to quickly catch up to her as she makes her way across the deck to head down into the hold. Casting Charm Person you are quickly able to sway her to your side.

[Sarone]

Nodding, Ezekial takes the cookbook in hand and looks at the cover. "Thank you, Master Kroop," Ezekial says as he takes a moment to skim the book for various recipes. "I'll see if there's anything interesting, quick, and easy to fix. Besides, I'm pretty sure you could use an easy day and let someone else handle the cooking."



With yesterday's cleaning do I get any bonuses for cleaning tonight?

#1 Perception [roll0] Profession (Cook) [roll1]
#2 Perception [roll2] Profession (Cook) [roll3]
#3 Perception [roll4] Profession (Cook) [roll5]
#4 Perception [roll6] Profession (Cook) [roll7]
#5 Perception [roll8] Profession (Cook) [roll9]
#6 Perception [roll10] Profession (Cook) [roll11]


http://www.baydragons.com/mediawiki/images/a/ac/Middle_Deck.png

A8 is the Kitchen and A9 is the Quartermaster. What is Areas A6 and A7?

Also, what am I looking at for modifiers to cooking tests for both the kitchen and the cookbook and do they stack?

[Mangles]

Samedi speaks with Barefoot into the night, trying to gather as much information as he can about her, what she is capable of, any friends she has aboard, and how to get himself some wealth so he can join in the gambling. He also tells her about the confrontation with Fipps "He's a bully, yes, but a dangerous one. We need something to turn the tables on him for more than just a morning."

[Sarone]

As he is cleaning, Ezekial starts singing a Andoran tune, one talkng about the sea and freedom. Wonder how the others are doing...


Perform (Singing) [roll0]

[Kira_the_5th]

After finishing his work for the day, James returns to his bunk, exhausted. "Don't remember this work being this tiring before. Musta been all that time spent up in the riggings." James takes a moment to touch his old necklace, only to remember it isn't there anymore. "As soon as I can, I'm going to need to get that back..." he says to himself as he collapses into his bunk, keeping his new knife close.

[ybn1197]

Ezekial


With yesterday's cleaning do I get any bonuses for cleaning tonight?

#1 Perception [roll0] Profession (Cook) [roll1]
#2 Perception [roll2] Profession (Cook) [roll3]
#3 Perception [roll4] Profession (Cook) [roll5]
#4 Perception [roll6] Profession (Cook) [roll7]
#5 Perception [roll8] Profession (Cook) [roll9]
#6 Perception [roll10] Profession (Cook) [roll11]


A8 is the Kitchen and A9 is the Quartermaster. What is Areas A6 and A7?

Also, what am I looking at for modifiers to cooking tests for both the kitchen and the cookbook and do they stack?


1. No, no extra bonuses for having cleaned the night before.
Throughout the night of cleaning, you find 2 pounds of soap, 4 empty waterskins, and a barrel of wine.
A6 is the primary hold. It is relatively empty at this time as the ship hasn't plundered anyone yet. A7 is Cut-Throat and Kroop's cabin.
As for cooking, you get a +2 circumstance bonus for the galley acting as masterwork tool set and a +1 circumstance bonus from the cookbook. [ref (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/basics-ability-scores/glossary#TOC-Bonus-Circumstance-)]

As he is cleaning, Ezekial starts singing a Andoran tune, one talkng about the sea and freedom. Wonder how the others are doing...


Perform (Singing) [roll0]


As you are working, singing your song, Cut-Throat (http://www.baydragons.com/mediawiki/images/8/8d/Cut-Throat_Grok.jpg) pops her head in. She reeks of rum and she is swaying side to side far more than the rocking of the boat would explain. "That's a fine little diddy you're singing. Does it got a name?"

Samedi

Samedi speaks with Barefoot into the night, trying to gather as much information as he can about her, what she is capable of, any friends she has aboard, and how to get himself some wealth so he can join in the gambling. He also tells her about the confrontation with Fipps "He's a bully, yes, but a dangerous one. We need something to turn the tables on him for more than just a morning."
Talking to "Barefoot" you find her to be a very friendly person. She gets along with most of the crew except for Fipps and his cronies, "Narwhal" Tate, and Master Scourge. She herself is assigned to be a swab like yourself so she knows enough about the ship to get around. For wealth, she tells you you have to have some to make some. Either use your personal effects are wait till there is some plundering.

James

After finishing his work for the day, James returns to his bunk, exhausted. "Don't remember this work being this tiring before. Musta been all that time spent up in the riggings." James takes a moment to touch his old necklace, only to remember it isn't there anymore. "As soon as I can, I'm going to need to get that back..." he says to himself as he collapses into his bunk, keeping his new knife close.
James quickly falls asleep and sleeps the whole night through. In the morning, he awakes to the sound of the ship's bell calling all hands to deck for breakfast. Starting to rise, he feels a sleight but noticeable weight on his chest

[Sarone]

Looking up at the voice, Ezekial smiles and nods at an appreciative audience. "Just an old song, sung by the veterans, and children there of, who fought for Taldor and Cheliax, as well as the mercenaries who fought for other lands," Ezekial says as cleans out a pot, thens starts singing the first part again.


"They say mother earth is breathing
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
For to open twilights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o'er us all the while
And her heart it is in Andoran
Deep within the Emerald Isle

"We are forty against hundreds
In someone else's bloody war
We know not why were fighting
Or what we're dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die

'"Andoran I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Andoran"


Finished, Ezekial looks back up at the half-orc. "My name is Ezekial, Ma'am, assistant cook to Master Kroop, and a former field doctor, alchemist, and guide," Ezekial says as he walks over and puts his hand out in greeting. "It's good to hear some one has an appreciation for good music. What's your name, Ma'am?"


Diplomacy Roll [roll0]

[Mangles]

Samedi leaves the girl and heads to his own bunk, trying to get as much sleep as possible for the new day.

[unfairtosome]

As Spud works vigorously, pumped by his spell-found strength, he mulls over the interactions he's had aboard the Wormwood thus far.

"It's not what you know but who you know that helps you get by. Friends help each other out, enemies cause trouble." flashes through his head again and again, and he looks up from his work to glance over at the flame-haired woman every time they rise unbidden to his mind.

His first interaction, tackling a fellow captive, jumps out at him again, and he cringes. Thankfully there don't appear to be hard feelings, though I really must find some way to make amends beyond apology. I'll have to keep watching James for something I can do to assist him. Not quite friend-not quite enemy.

The second interaction, the whip, the cruel orders, the implications of the keelhauled man's punishment. Spud grunts softly to himself as his face hardens and his fist clenches over his rags. The less about that, the better. In the enemy camp, for sure. That begat a grudge that wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

The most recent interaction, beset by Fipps and his gang- more enemies for sure. He couldn't quite make a reason for the aggression, but the interaction reminded him of his stepmother's bitter treatment, for no reason he could gather other than the fact that he was a constant, underfoot reminder of his father's previous lovers. On the plus side, it made him feel closer to the others captured at the same time as he.

Then the matter of this tattoo'd woman with red hair, slipping him his spellbook. Curious. Why had she done that? To put him in her debt? To secure more of a position of strength for herself? It no doubt put her at personal risk, and he couldn't envision a pirate being anything other than self-motivated. But then, others had been press-ganged as well, hadn't they?

ybn:
Sense Motive with regards to why she gave retrieved his spellbook for him. If I can take 20/10 by taking my time and mulling over all the reasons, I do so. Otherwise, feel free to make a hidden roll.

Perhaps that would be a good next step, then, instead of busying himself with the architecture of the ship- it really is quite a boring ship with no big onboard weaponry, anyway- He could try to find a moment with her. A friend, an ally, someone to look out for him. And if she has a connection to the cache where our former belongings are stored, perhaps that will be my "in" as an apology to James, as well.

"Friends help each other out, enemies cause trouble." Indeed.

ybn:
Sense Motive with regard to if she seems to be approachable or if she'd prefer to keep their budding acquaintance more under wraps. Another hidden roll, I assume. He keeps an eye on her all day to look for the best time- if there isn't an obvious "best" time (best meaning either "subtle" or "obvious opportunity to help," ie a tool that she's using breaks) he eventually goes for it anyway.

As he begins his approach- immediately diverting course if he senses that she'd prefer he didn't- he keeps an eye out for two things specifically: if there is any way he can aid her via his spelled strength, or if there is any way he can aid her via a spell to mend something. If this needs a perception roll as well, feel free to roll that for me. There are no modifiers on either roll, unless circumstantial.

[ybn1197]

Spud

ybn:
Sense Motive with regards to why she gave retrieved his spellbook for him. If I can take 20/10 by taking my time and mulling over all the reasons, I do so. Otherwise, feel free to make a hidden roll.
After mulling over it, you still feel no closer to an answer than this morning. You do feel that she was sincere when she told you "Friends help each other out, enemies cause trouble."

ybn:
Sense Motive with regard to if she seems to be approachable or if she'd prefer to keep their budding acquaintance more under wraps. Another hidden roll, I assume. He keeps an eye on her all day to look for the best time- if there isn't an obvious "best" time (best meaning either "subtle" or "obvious opportunity to help," ie a tool that she's using breaks) he eventually goes for it anyway.

As he begins his approach- immediately diverting course if he senses that she'd prefer he didn't- he keeps an eye out for two things specifically: if there is any way he can aid her via his spelled strength, or if there is any way he can aid her via a spell to mend something. If this needs a perception roll as well, feel free to roll that for me. There are no modifiers on either roll, unless circumstantial.
She is busy swabbing the deck and generally cleaning. You do get any feeling that she is not approachable and you think your enhanced strength would greatly assist her in her duties.

Ezekial

Finished, Ezekial looks back up at the half-orc. "My name is Ezekial, Ma'am, assistant cook to Master Kroop, and a former field doctor, alchemist, and guide," Ezekial says as he walks over and puts his hand out in greeting. "It's good to hear some one has an appreciation for good music. What's your name, Ma'am?"
Swaying, she looks at your hand suspiciously before giving up and grasping it firmly in her's. "Grok. You talk funny for a sailor."

[Sarone]

Shrugging as he went back to work, Ezekial smiles. "I'm Andoran, Lady Grok, and a student from the University." Taking a slight break, Ezekial looks around at the galley. "Good place to cook. Was a bit disorganized, but not too bad. I would have preferred better circumstances for coming aboard, but that's fate for you."


Diplomacy Roll to put Grok at ease talking with me [roll0]

Knowledge (Nature) to figure out what kind of wine it is [roll1]


Looking at the barrel of wine, Ezekial points at that. "Just wondering, do we have any place to put alchohol like this wine? I have an idea of what it is, but just the idea of a bit of variance might tempt some crew to try and grab it."

[unfairtosome]

Spud looks over at the red-haired woman for perhaps the hundredth time between the morning and the afternoon. It'd been a long time since anyone had gone out of their way to help him- probably since one of his half-brothers took the rap for an experiment gone awry, knowing that they'd be punished far less than he would for the same "crime." Yes, he acknowledged, she intrigued him- all the more so for his inability to intuit her motive.

He had been hoping a tool would break in her hand and give him a solid reason to approach her, and had, for the past hour or so, had fantasies of a "tool" like Fipps (he grins as he puns skillfully in Orc) approaching her and making threatening motions whereupon he would come to the rescue, ham-fists and tusks a'blazin'...

Unfortunately, nothing of the sort was to happen. He'd have to create his own opening.

Tentatively at first, and then more confidently, Spud made his way up next to her, scrubbing his way until, to outside observance, it could have been coincidence when he arrived at her side- which he did silently with a shy but tusky smile.

Then stalled. After making brief eye contact, he quickly returned his gaze to his rags.

ybn
I've got more, just wanted to see if she'd initiate or if she'd make him do it.

[ybn1197]

Ezekial

Shrugging as he went back to work, Ezekial smiles. "I'm Andoran, Lady Grok, and a student from the University." Taking a slight break, Ezekial looks around at the galley. "Good place to cook. Was a bit disorganized, but not too bad. I would have preferred better circumstances for coming aboard, but that's fate for you."
Looking at the barrel of wine, Ezekial points at that. "Just wondering, do we have any place to put alchohol like this wine? I have an idea of what it is, but just the idea of a bit of variance might tempt some crew to try and grab it."
Grok chuckles at you as you describe the galley and the means by which you came here. "You have a good way of looking at things. Most people would be sour over there enlistment here." As you point out the wine barrel (which is a common variety wine and a poor one at that), her eyes light up. "Wine? We don't get much other than rum. You can store it in the storeroom. I will make sure no one messes with it."

Spud

Spud looks over at the red-haired woman for perhaps the hundredth time between the morning and the afternoon. It'd been a long time since anyone had gone out of their way to help him- probably since one of his half-brothers took the rap for an experiment gone awry, knowing that they'd be punished far less than he would for the same "crime." Yes, he acknowledged, she intrigued him- all the more so for his inability to intuit her motive.

He had been hoping a tool would break in her hand and give him a solid reason to approach her, and had, for the past hour or so, had fantasies of a "tool" like Fipps (he grins as he puns skillfully in Orc) approaching her and making threatening motions whereupon he would come to the rescue, ham-fists and tusks a'blazin'...

Unfortunately, nothing of the sort was to happen. He'd have to create his own opening.

Tentatively at first, and then more confidently, Spud made his way up next to her, scrubbing his way until, to outside observance, it could have been coincidence when he arrived at her side- which he did silently with a shy but tusky smile.

Then stalled. After making brief eye contact, he quickly returned his gaze to his rags.
The woman watches Spud as he nonchalantly approaches, pausing in her work to rest a moment and smile. "My you are a bashful one," she says to him as he casts his eyes down.

[unfairtosome]

Grimacing his communication frustration over his vigorous scrubbing, the half-orc introduces himself quietly in the common tongue, carefully choosing and enunciating his words in such a way that showed familiarity with the language as it exists formally, but with a marked discomfort in speaking casually.

"I am hoping that we get a chance to talk more later where we are not observed, but for now I am wishing to ensure that I express my gratitude for your, erm, retrieval. So: thank you. I am Spud."

The wizard pauses to allow the woman to respond before tugging surreptitiously at his nosering and directing a spell toward her, duplicating his own enhanced strength. He grins and briefly surveys his work before giving a friendly wink- feeling himself for the first time in a while as he demonstrates some of his innate playfulness- and moseys off to work on a distant section of the deck. Not before, however, he delivers some parting words:

"Friends help, yes. I am hoping we are talking some about ways and methods tonight, after our topside duties have been discharged."

Enlarge Person on the woman via Arcane Bonded nosering.

[Sarone]

Nodding, Ezekial helps Grok with the wine. "Thank you, Lady Grok. Pharasma might know our fate, but until our destiny manifest, we have to do what we can for our own," Ezekial says as he helps straighten the barrel.

"Actually, I was wondering if I can make a request. I came aboard with a book and a satchel with a bunch of vials in it. I was wondering if I can get that back so that I can help Master Kroop with cooking. I might even be able to help with maybe making something different on occasion as well."


Diplomacy check to get my formulae book and alchemist kit from Quartermaster [roll0]

[ybn1197]

Spud

"I am hoping that we get a chance to talk more later where we are not observed, but for now I am wishing to ensure that I express my gratitude for your, erm, retrieval. So: thank you. I am Spud."
The woman smiles and says, "I'm Sandara, and it was my pleasure. Shall we meet below deck after the evening meal?"


Ezekial
Moving the barrel of wine over to the Quartermaster's Store, Grok pulls out a key ring from her belt and unlocks both locks on the door (it is a split door, the top and bottom open separately), throwing it open a little too forcefully. ((Perception check)) The two of you move the barrel inside which is cramped and crowded with numerous boxes, barrels, and chests.

"Actually, I was wondering if I can make a request. I came aboard with a book and a satchel with a bunch of vials in it. I was wondering if I can get that back so that I can help Master Kroop with cooking. I might even be able to help with maybe making something different on occasion as well."
Grok thinks a moment to herself and then turns to a large wooden locker. Once again, she pulls out the keys and unlocks the locker. Rummaging around inside, she pulls out your book and satchel. "I don't see why not. After all, if its for the good of the crew... These are yours, right?"

[unfairtosome]

Spud

The woman smiles and says, "I'm Sandara, and it was my pleasure. Shall we meet below deck after the evening meal?"

Spud acquiesces and moves ahead with the actions described above.

[Sarone]

Perception Roll [roll0]


Bowing his head when Grok hands him his formulae book and alchemist kit, Ezekial smiles. "Thank you, Lady Grok. If I find any more alcohol in the galley, I'll let you or Master Kroop know first. We don't want the good stuff to be taken by the crew and get too drunk on it while on duty."

Once he finishes with the cleaning, Ezekial consults with his formulae book for a few minutes and looks over some extracts that can help in the next few days. Deciding on a few, Ezekial quickly mixes them, putting the book in a cupboard that he can reach, then heads to bed with his satchel and newly mixed extracts.

[ybn1197]

Spud acquiesces and moves ahead with the actions described above.
She is quite surprised when the spell takes hold of her. Turning her head to you, she smiles and winks before returning to her duties. The remainder of the day slips by uneventfully and before long Ezekial is serving dinner and Cut-Throat Grok is serving the rum rations for the evening. As the shadows get longer and the crew gets intoxicated with their rum, you are able to slip off unnoticed and head down below decks to meet with Sandara. You find yourself in the hold alone but not waiting long before you see her coming down the stairs. She guides herself down with her right hand, her left holding her tavern pipe, smoke coiling from the bowl. She takes sight of you and smiles bringing the pipe to her lips for a puff.

[unfairtosome]

ybn:
More sense motives on the interaction and, if possible, the first interaction as Spud continues to reflect during the day. Wish I could do some of this with intelligence, given that he's trying to logically deconstruct her motivations rather than intuit them!

Spud seems relieved, greeting Sandara eagerly and teasing her immediately upon arrival, complete with a subtle reference to his earlier spellcasting. "It is being good to see you again, Sandara, though something has changed since I last was seeing you." He pretends to think it over. "Have you changed your hair? No, perhaps it is that you are seeming to have shrunk a little!"

He makes small talk for a time, making references to people aboard the ship to gauge her feelings [Fipps' gang, Mister Plugg, Master Scourge, and those pressed into service with him, in particular].

[ybn1197]

Spud seems relieved, greeting Sandara eagerly and teasing her immediately upon arrival, complete with a subtle reference to his earlier spellcasting. "It is being good to see you again, Sandara, though something has changed since I last was seeing you." He pretends to think it over. "Have you changed your hair? No, perhaps it is that you are seeming to have shrunk a little!"
Sandara laughs at the joke. "A sense of humor for a shy fellow."


He makes small talk for a time, making references to people aboard the ship to gauge her feelings [Fipps' gang, Mister Plugg, Master Scourge, and those pressed into service with him, in particular].
You talk for some time and learn that Fipps' gang are flunkies for Master Scourge. Fipps does whatever Scourge tells him to do and the rest do whatever Fipps tells them. You also learn that Sandara despises Master Scourge. In fact, he made a pass at her a couple of days prior and she slapped him for it, earning herself his ire. With this information you assume she is out to make friends among the crew just as you and the others are. As for Mister Plugg, you get the idea that she gives him a wide berth and is happy to keep it at that.

((OCC: For the sake of moving this along, please send me any other conversation pieces via PM. I want to get the others moving in the game and I doubt your conversion with Sandara will have any influence on the game till the next morning at the earliest anyway.))

[ybn1197]

You awake the next morning to the ship's bell ringing, signaling the start of your third day aboard ship. Unlike the previous morning, no one hinders your way to deck. That is not to say that people are making way for you, only that some of the crew have accepted you as one of their own. Breakfast is served by Ezekial, followed by work assignments.

James, Cyrran, Spud, and Samedi approach Master Scourge for their work assignments, but before they can be given Mister Plugg approaches you. "Seems your friend Zander is too ill to perform his duties. Mr. James, you will take his place. I need you handling the ship’s ropes, including coiling them, stowing them, and securing them to cleats and single and double bollards" (requires a DC 10 Profession (sailor) or Dexterity check.)

Master Scourge looks to the rest of you. "The lot of ya will be runners today. You will be passing messages to the crew and officers throughout the ship" (requires a DC 10 Acrobatics check AND a DC 10 Constitution check. Failing the Constitution check results in the PC being fatigued at the end of the shift. A PC with the Run feat automatically succeeds at this task.)

After breakfast, Ezekial returns to the galley to find Kroop plastered. The cook is far too drunk to work, placing the cooking detail on Ezekial by himself (DC 10 Profession (cook) or Intelligence check.)

[Sarone]

Nodding t the crew that is friendly to him and the others, Ezekial isn't as surprised as he should be when he sees Master Kroop in the state he's in. "Sir, you look terrible. Take a bit off your feet. I got the galley covered today."

Making sure he has the cook book Master Kroop showed him yesterday, Ezekial gets going with setting up for the day's evening meal, doig his best to get the basic stew down. Once he is certain it the stew is coming along nicely, he asks Master Kroop, Lady Grok, and any other guinea pigs. Ahem, I mean hungry volunteers, Ezekail thinks as he cracks a smile. As long as no one is allergic to the food it should be alright.


Profession (Cook) [roll0] (1 skill rank+3 class skill+2 Wisdom+2 From Galley+1 from Cook Book)

Diplomacy Roll for Lady Grok [roll1] to get her help and impression of the meal

Diplomacy Roll for Master Kroop [roll2] to get his help and impression of the meal

[Kira_the_5th]

James awakens and immediately investigates the strange weight on his chest, before quickly heading onto deck, looking to avoid any other confrontations on the way in. Hearing his new assignment, James quickly takes to the riggings. "Finally, something I can be good at." he says, climbing up from the deck.

After my shift's over, I'm going to do more investigation on whatever was left on my chest, more info once I know what it is.

Also, Profession (Sailor): [roll0]

[Mangles]

"I'm starting to think I was not built for the sea. All these tasks are so different to what I am used to."


Con: [roll0]
Acrobatics: [roll1]

[ybn1197]

Ezekial

Nodding t the crew that is friendly to him and the others, Ezekial isn't as surprised as he should be when he sees Master Kroop in the state he's in. "Sir, you look terrible. Take a bit off your feet. I got the galley covered today."

Making sure he has the cook book Master Kroop showed him yesterday, Ezekial gets going with setting up for the day's evening meal, doig his best to get the basic stew down. Once he is certain it the stew is coming along nicely, he asks Master Kroop, Lady Grok, and any other guinea pigs. Ahem, I mean hungry volunteers, Ezekail thinks as he cracks a smile. As long as no one is allergic to the food it should be alright.


Profession (Cook) [roll0] (1 skill rank+3 class skill+2 Wisdom+2 From Galley+1 from Cook Book)

Diplomacy Roll for Lady Grok [roll1] to get her help and impression of the meal

Diplomacy Roll for Master Kroop [roll2] to get his help and impression of the meal

Grok raises one eyebrow to your request, looking from the stew to you and back again. "No one has ever asked my opinion. I'm not sure I want to try it now." Reluctantly she tries the stew tentatively. Smacking her lips, she smiles at you. "Very good. Guess it was a good think I gave you your stuff back." She thumps you strongly on the back in a congratulatory manner. "Good show Zeek."
With Kroop, it goes nearly the same. Attempting to focus on you while you ask for his help, he lets out a belch and then tries the stew only without the reluctance that Grok showed. "Well done mate. A stew even the captain will be proud of."

James

James awakens and immediately investigates the strange weight on his chest, before quickly heading onto deck, looking to avoid any other confrontations on the way in. Hearing his new assignment, James quickly takes to the riggings. "Finally, something I can be good at." he says, climbing up from the deck.

After my shift's over, I'm going to do more investigation on whatever was left on my chest, more info once I know what it is.

Also, Profession (Sailor): [roll0]
Waking, you find your tricorn hat resting on your chest under the blanket so as to conceal it from everyone else. How it got there though is beyond your knowledge.
As the day wears on, you make quick work of the tasks Plugg assigns you.
More info once I know what you plan to do now that you have your hat again.


Samedi

"I'm starting to think I was not built for the sea. All these tasks are so different to what I am used to."


Con: [roll0]
Acrobatics: [roll1]

Despite your misgivings, you make it through the day without any problem. Even the captain notices your work and gives you a quick nod of accomplishment if not appreciation. All this makes Master Scourge glare at you even more.

Waiting for Spud and Cyrran's rolls.

[Kira_the_5th]

Delighted at the return of his hat, James works eagerly through the day, doing with work with a bright cheerfulness of a very good mood.

"Seems you're doing quite well to me!" James shouts over to Samedi as they go about their work. "All it took was a few days to get the swing of things!

After his work is completed, James goes off to try and find where his pendant had gone off too. After all, once he had it back, maybe there'd be someone on board who could tell him more about it.

[Sarone]

Smiling and nodding at the appraisal from Master Kroop and Lady Grok, Ezekial finishes up the stew and food for dinner, checking on Master Kroop throughout the day to make sure he was ok. Once he had the stew simmering, Ezekial looks over at Grok. "Lady Grok, I was wondering if you mind staying up later on while I'm cleaning the galley? This way if I find any more items in question we can get them secured. Would you be interested?"

Once he recieves an answer, Ezekial gets dinner preppe. Once the bell is sounded, Ezekial heads topside with the stew. Once dinner has been served, Ezekial looks for his compatriots, looking especially for Spud and Samedi. "Hey, James, Spud, can you help me with this cookware and the galley tonight? Master Kroop wasn't feeling too well today and I can use some help."


Diplomacy roll to get Grok to standby after dinner to secure any more alcohol and such [roll0]

Open diplomacy for additional help from any other crew [roll1]

[unfairtosome]

The previous night

Spud slips back into the bunkroom after meeting with Sandara and pauses to collect his thoughts and concentrate on his spells for the following day. As the others slip in, he endeavors to engage them in conversation, sharing information gleaned from his conversation.

Those who engage Spud [not sure if we want to turn this into a group thing and retcon it or if individuals are coming back to the bunks at different times or what]
"I have met with a crewwoman who returned my spellbook to me. Thinking that some others are also having a desire for the return of their belongings, I probed to discover how she accomplished such a thing, and," Spud laughs despite himself, his tusks briefly gleaming, "it turns out that our quartermaster, as well as many aboard, are being of the quite superstitious sort and was told that this," he waves his spellbook about from its position atop his lap, "is being a holy book of the highest, the highest," he looks confused a moment as he gropes for a word, "the god-cursed, god-protected sort.

"Sandara," he describes her, "is having the feeling of not desiring to push her luck, but I am having the feeling that if we are clever, we are being able to use these superstitions to our eventual benefit."

Spud utters a word and makes a gesture, and a faintly glowing, ghost-like form appears in the room, then exits through the passageway and disappears.
Dancing Lights (http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/spells/dancingLights.html)

"For now, though, we should being talking about perhaps some of our goals and how we can help each other out. I for one, am not desiring of slaving every day and being fearful of being beset by Fipps and his savages one night where I am not paying of the proper attentions, nor do I wish to have at being dragged behind the ship after being accused of some shipboard miscue or another."

Spud glances around expectantly, inwardly bemused at how many words he strung together all at once, and hoping that his meaning carried through.

[ybn1197]

Once he recieves an answer, Ezekial gets dinner preppe. Once the bell is sounded, Ezekial heads topside with the stew. Once dinner has been served, Ezekial looks for his compatriots, looking especially for Spud and Samedi. "Hey, James, Spud, can you help me with this cookware and the galley tonight? Master Kroop wasn't feeling too well today and I can use some help."

Grok readily agrees and is willing to meet you in the galley afterwards. As for the others...

OCC: For the sake of moving it all along, Spud, it is the end of the next day. Just need a DC 10 Acrobatics check AND a DC 10 Constitution check.

[unfairtosome]

Rolls
[roll0] Acrobatics
[roll1] Con

OOC
Considering I'm still on the previous night, I feel like we're missing out on some vital story here for the sake of "moving it along."

[sirveaux]

Rolls:


Acro: [roll0]
Con: [roll1]


OOC

Dreadfully sorry for the obscene absence, new job, new town, and then a recent new boss to top it off. Still, embarrassing :smallredface:

[ybn1197]

((OCC: unfairtosome has a very valid point. We need to finish out the previous night. I don't think it will overly effect the actions of the next day so I will post a synopsis of the events of the day once we conclude the business of the previous evening.))

Spud

Spud slips back into the bunkroom after meeting with Sandara and pauses to collect his thoughts and concentrate on his spells for the following day. As the others slip in, he endeavors to engage them in conversation, sharing information gleaned from his conversation.
Returning to the hold where the crew slips, Spud finds that two of his compatriots have already retired for the evening. James and Samedi are already in their bunks and asleep following a grueling day for them on deck. Samedi's pet monkey however eyes you as you climb into your hammock. It is not long afterwards that Ezekial returns from the galley.

[Sarone]

(OOc: Since we're doing a flashback, I'l go along with it.)

Walking carefully into the hold, Ezekial gets to hammock when he notices the half-orc. "Hey Spud," Ezekial says quietly as he gets near. "How did your day go?"

Hearing about the Half-Orc's day and night, Ezekial crossed his arms and listens. Once the Half Orc was finished and he casts a spell, Ezekial smirks, then shakes his head. "Understandable. Superstitions can run rampant in circumstances like these. However, I would advise against going to far. You might not be the only wizard here and I will want to maximize our chances of getting our gear back."

"As for us slaving away here, we need to wait a bit more," Ezekial says, looking at the various crew nearby and within earshot. "As much we want to get free, we need to have a plan. And honestly, I can use these chances to learn more about sailing and what not," Ezekial says with a shrug. "I think I can get the Quartermaster, Lady Grok, to release some more gear to us. I already found some items that we can use to trade and possibly help us with our gear issue."

Looking at Spud, Ezekial shrugs and smirks. "At least that's my view. What do you think?"

[unfairtosome]

"Too far!" Spud mutters exasperatedly to himself in Orcish. "Why are people always repeating this to me? I am not without my own sense of caution, after all!"

The half-orc glances at his hands, then down the hall after the apparition he created, then finally at the others, still sleeping. "I don't suppose we should be waking them up to talk 'plan.' Our timeline is not being urgent right now."

Returning his gaze to Ezekial, he snuffles and narrows his eyes semi-suspiciously, taking a hard step in toward the alchemist.

"You wouldn't be advising your own cautions because you are liking this situation, no? Looking for promotions at Grok's right hand?"

He sighs and shakes his head.

"No, no, of course not. Please be forgiving my suspicions. This place, these people. I am not knowing who to trust here."
Spud pauses, briefly.

"What are your wishes, though?

[Sarone]

Raising his hand in apology when Spuds starts speaking in a different language, Ezekial gets his hammock ready for the night. "My wish is is to learn. As much as this was unexpected, fate has brought us here," Ezekial says as he takes his vest off. "As for promotion, no, that isn't in the cards. But then we'll see what fate has in store for us."

"Here's what I'm thinking: I have been organizing and cleaning the galley yesterday and today. Tomorrow I'll ask if Lady Grok will stay afterwards. If you and the group want to help me clean, it'll be a good time to see if you can get your gear from her." Shrugging, Ezekial looks at Spud.

"Not the best plan, but it's the best one have. What do you think?"

[unfairtosome]

A sit there and take it kind of guy, with no fire in his belly. Unfortunate. At least Sandara cares about freedom, even if she's afraid. "Friends to help" must need be found elsewhere, but at least the man is no enemy, nor the backstabbing sort. If I can pull enough crewman together to flee or mutiny, I would imagine he'd go along with that as well, but I can't expect him to lead or convince others...

Glumly, Spud quickly realizes that with his difficulties with the common tongue were going to make this a longer process that he wished, that a leader must be found whose gratitude he must gain, else he'd be swabbing decks for the next several years before dying of lashes, keelhauling, or a dagger in the dark. All while the alchemist sucks up to the superstitious Grok and 'learns' over a cookpot.

Regardless, it is time to retire for the evening.

Spud shrugs, covering a genuine sigh with a larger, genuine yawn.

"As long as the vile Plugg isn't working us too hard, I am not being horrifically opposed to viewing your galley, as much as I am... skepticking? ...ah, wondering with difficulties- just how you are expecting this quartermaster to give us our belongings when mere days ago we were being drugged and forcibly separated from this gear...."

Without expecting a response, the half-orc turns on his side in the hammock and closes his eyes, plotting permutations of plans as he drifts to sleep.

Disappointed that his conversation with the alchemist hadn't gone as encouragingly as he would have hoped, and with the others fast asleep or not yet in their bunk, he was regretting the words and magic he now felt he wasted when he could have- should have, perhaps- kept his own counsel and had some precious extra minutes of rest.

[Sarone]

I con't believe I'm doing this. Sense Motive [roll0]


Seeing Spud roll over, Ezekial shrugs. "It's not much of a plan," Ezekial thinks as climbs into the hammock. But until we can find a way to safely get off, we might as well make the most of it. I know I can and should learn how to sail. Besides, it's not like I'll be needing to be back in Augustana any time soon.

[ybn1197]

The Next Morning (a recap)
You awake the next morning to the ship's bell ringing, signaling the start of your third day aboard ship. Unlike the previous morning, no one hinders your way to deck. That is not to say that people are making way for you, only that some of the crew have accepted you as one of their own. Breakfast is served by Ezekial, followed by work assignments.

James, Cyrran, Spud, and Samedi approach Master Scourge for their work assignments, but before they can be given Mister Plugg approaches you. "Seems your friend Zander is too ill to perform his duties. Mr. James, you will take his place. I need you handling the ship’s ropes, including coiling them, stowing them, and securing them to cleats and single and double bollards" (requires a DC 10 Profession (sailor) or Dexterity check.)

Master Scourge looks to the rest of you. "The lot of ya will be runners today. You will be passing messages to the crew and officers throughout the ship" (requires a DC 10 Acrobatics check AND a DC 10 Constitution check. Failing the Constitution check results in the PC being fatigued at the end of the shift. A PC with the Run feat automatically succeeds at this task.)

After breakfast, Ezekial returns to the galley to find Kroop plastered. The cook is far too drunk to work, placing the cooking detail on Ezekial by himself (DC 10 Profession (cook) or Intelligence check.)

Ezekial

Nodding t the crew that is friendly to him and the others, Ezekial isn't as surprised as he should be when he sees Master Kroop in the state he's in. "Sir, you look terrible. Take a bit off your feet. I got the galley covered today."

Making sure he has the cook book Master Kroop showed him yesterday, Ezekial gets going with setting up for the day's evening meal, doig his best to get the basic stew down. Once he is certain it the stew is coming along nicely, he asks Master Kroop, Lady Grok, and any other guinea pigs. Ahem, I mean hungry volunteers, Ezekail thinks as he cracks a smile. As long as no one is allergic to the food it should be alright.
Grok raises one eyebrow to your request, looking from the stew to you and back again. "No one has ever asked my opinion. I'm not sure I want to try it now." Reluctantly she tries the stew tentatively. Smacking her lips, she smiles at you. "Very good. Guess it was a good think I gave you your stuff back." She thumps you strongly on the back in a congratulatory manner. "Good show Zeek."
With Kroop, it goes nearly the same. Attempting to focus on you while you ask for his help, he lets out a belch and then tries the stew only without the reluctance that Grok showed. "Well done mate. A stew even the captain will be proud of."

James

James awakens and immediately investigates the strange weight on his chest, before quickly heading onto deck, looking to avoid any other confrontations on the way in. Hearing his new assignment, James quickly takes to the riggings. "Finally, something I can be good at." he says, climbing up from the deck.
Waking, you find your tricorn hat resting on your chest under the blanket so as to conceal it from everyone else. How it got there though is beyond your knowledge.
As the day wears on, you make quick work of the tasks Plugg assigns you.
More info once I know what you plan to do now that you have your hat again.

Samedi

"I'm starting to think I was not built for the sea. All these tasks are so different to what I am used to."
Despite your misgivings, you make it through the day without any problem. Even the captain notices your work and gives you a quick nod of accomplishment if not appreciation. All this makes Master Scourge glare at you even more.


Delighted at the return of his hat, James works eagerly through the day, doing with work with a bright cheerfulness of a very good mood.

"Seems you're doing quite well to me!" James shouts over to Samedi as they go about their work. "All it took was a few days to get the swing of things!

After his work is completed, James goes off to try and find where his pendant had gone off too. After all, once he had it back, maybe there'd be someone on board who could tell him more about it.


Smiling and nodding at the appraisal from Master Kroop and Lady Grok, Ezekial finishes up the stew and food for dinner, checking on Master Kroop throughout the day to make sure he was ok. Once he had the stew simmering, Ezekial looks over at Grok. "Lady Grok, I was wondering if you mind staying up later on while I'm cleaning the galley? This way if I find any more items in question we can get them secured. Would you be interested?"

Once he recieves an answer, Ezekial gets dinner preppe. Once the bell is sounded, Ezekial heads topside with the stew. Once dinner has been served, Ezekial looks for his compatriots, looking especially for Spud and Samedi. "Hey, James, Spud, can you help me with this cookware and the galley tonight? Master Kroop wasn't feeling too well today and I can use some help."

Grok readily agrees and is willing to meet you in the galley afterwards. As for the others...

[unfairtosome]

During the day:

When Spud, moving about his about his normal course of duties, locates Sandara at whichever activity she has been assigned, he faces her and, ensuring he is away from suspicious eyes, whispers under his breath.

Cast: Message. "Only one person, the new cook, was being awake when I got back. I am not knowing if you've seen him, but he is the scrawniest of us newlings, though not unintelligent. He seems to be giving Grok more credit than you, and is being believing he may be having an "in" toward convincing her to reequip us. His idea was not seeming thought-out good- well?, but I am believing he is being worthy of trust.
He is being of the desire for being gathered tonight in the galley and I'm am being curious as to how this plays, though all of this running is being tired to me and I am of the fear I may not be staying in the awakened state. Perhaps I can introduce you and you can be offering to lend your hand?"

"Also, I looked last night as I came in, but was not seeing the mate with the "gift" you were mentioning about? Was it being someone I am knowledged of?"
Since this is more than a bit of talking, Spud does this over multiple passes, taking a longer path to deliver messages if she isn't at a place he would ordinarily pass often by design.


ybn (but others can and perhaps should read this):
What kind of messages are we running? Are they verbal or on paper? Are they orders? Are they personal? Do they contain any information Spud can absorb? How many, to whom, and to where are the ones assigned to Spud?

After the shift:

Spud, aching and grimacing from the exhausting day, finds his way to Ezekial and apologizes. "I am being far too tired at this time to take on another task. Perhaps I can be assisting you in the future- I am curious to be getting to more familiar with this Wormwood." He pulls in closer and, in a lower voice, continues. "Do be letting me know what you find though."

Sarone, ybn:
If ybn mechanically allows this to circumvent exhaustion, Spud could be convinced that he could rest on the periphery and thus remain involved in this scene; if not, well, he won't be convinced but I'll have something else to post tonight anyway.

[Sarone]

Shrugging when Spud mentioned being tired, Ezekial starts taking the pots back down into the galley. "Offers open to whoever is willing to help," slightly dissappointed, but not by too much. They're working hard up there. I should look at what I can create for them for breakfast or even a snack tomorrow.

With the dinner done, Ezekial start cleaning and, hopefull, last bit of organizing.


Perform Sing [roll0]

Hour #1 Perception [roll1] Profession Cook [roll2]
Hour #2 Perception [roll3] Profession Cook [roll4]
Hour #3 Perception [roll5] Profession Cook [roll6]
Hour #4 Perception [roll7] Profession Cook [roll8]
Hour #5 Perception [roll9] Profession Cook [roll10]

[ybn1197]

During the day:

When Spud, moving about his about his normal course of duties, locates Sandara at whichever activity she has been assigned, he faces her and, ensuring he is away from suspicious eyes, whispers under his breath.

Cast: Message. "Only one person, the new cook, was being awake when I got back. I am not knowing if you've seen him, but he is the scrawniest of us newlings, though not unintelligent. He seems to be giving Grok more credit than you, and is being believing he may be having an "in" toward convincing her to reequip us. His idea was not seeming thought-out good- well?, but I am believing he is being worthy of trust.
He is being of the desire for being gathered tonight in the galley and I'm am being curious as to how this plays, though all of this running is being tired to me and I am of the fear I may not be staying in the awakened state. Perhaps I can introduce you and you can be offering to lend your hand?"

"Also, I looked last night as I came in, but was not seeing the mate with the "gift" you were mentioning about? Was it being someone I am knowledged of?"
Since this is more than a bit of talking, Spud does this over multiple passes, taking a longer path to deliver messages if she isn't at a place he would ordinarily pass often by design.


ybn (but others can and perhaps should read this):
What kind of messages are we running? Are they verbal or on paper? Are they orders? Are they personal? Do they contain any information Spud can absorb? How many, to whom, and to where are the ones assigned to Spud?

Over the course of running your messages, your conversation with Sandara amounts to:

Yes, I have seen the new cook.
Grok is very straight forward and not well versed in lieing. If he has made in-roads with her then he has been more lucky than she has.
If you are asking me to join you, then I will.

The messages you are running are verbal orders and information pertaining to the operation of the ship like changes in course, changes in duties, verification of previous orders being followed through on. The system is very haphazard in nature. You get the message from an officer and pass it on to the necessary person. If that person has a message, you deliver that. If not, you simply move about till someone grabs you and has a message to be delivered. Its difficult to count the number of messages you end up delivering as there are occasions where you carry multiple messages. As for the content, there is little pertinent information to hold on to.


After the shift:

Spud, aching and grimacing from the exhausting day, finds his way to Ezekial and apologizes. "I am being far too tired at this time to take on another task. Perhaps I can be assisting you in the future- I am curious to be getting to more familiar with this Wormwood." He pulls in closer and, in a lower voice, continues. "Do be letting me know what you find though."

Sarone, ybn:
If ybn mechanically allows this to circumvent exhaustion, Spud could be convinced that he could rest on the periphery and thus remain involved in this scene; if not, well, he won't be convinced but I'll have something else to post tonight anyway.

I didn't see a DC10 Acrobatics and Constitution check so Spud may not be exhausted at the end of the shift.

[ybn1197]

Shrugging when Spud mentioned being tired, Ezekial starts taking the pots back down into the galley. "Offers open to whoever is willing to help," slightly dissappointed, but not by too much. They're working hard up there. I should look at what I can create for them for breakfast or even a snack tomorrow.

With the dinner done, Ezekial start cleaning and, hopefull, last bit of organizing.


Perform Sing [roll0]

Hour #1 Perception [roll1] Profession Cook [roll2]
Hour #2 Perception [roll3] Profession Cook [roll4]
Hour #3 Perception [roll5] Profession Cook [roll6]
Hour #4 Perception [roll7] Profession Cook [roll8]
Hour #5 Perception [roll9] Profession Cook [roll10]


You merrily sing to yourself as you straighten the galley up some more. The first hour you find 6 bottles of Chelish brandy. The second hour, 3 bottles of magnificent rum, the third hour you uncover a prosthetic leg made of wood and edged with a silver band. The 4th hour, you find 12 sp which had fallen behind a cupboard. You find nothing new the 5th hour. During the course of your cleaning, you do come across a trio of harpoons, a spear, and a grapple, all hanging on the wall in relatively plain sight. Presumably, these are used to catch fish for meals.

[unfairtosome]

ybn:
Rolls were here. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13743969&postcount=130)

As Spud moves below deck, he keeps an eye out for anyone he might chat with who is also headed to sleep early.

[Sarone]

More alcohol, Ezekial thinks as he looks at the various bottles. Can't say I'm surprised. Wonder what year it is?

After checking the date, Ezekial sets various drinks on the counter, then goes back over where he had put everything and compiles a mental list. Let's see what I have here...


very nicely crafted dagger used as a butcher's knife
pair of handaxes used as cleavers
11 knives (4 in use by the group)
short sword that was used to skewer a rack of meat
vial of holy water
good lock (w/ x keys)
2 pounds of soap
4 empty waterskins
a barrel of wine (in the quartermaster's storage)
6 bottles of Chelish brandy
3 bottles of magnificent rum
prosthetic leg made of wood and edged with a silver band
12 sp

Cookbook that provides +1 Circumstance Bonus to cooking
Master Work Galley (+2 to Profession (cook))


Setting aside three of the Bottles of Chelish Brandy and two bottles of the magnificient rum, Ezekial hands the rest over to Grok. "I'm certain I can make something with the Chelish Brandy," Ezekial says, checking the dates, "and I'm fairly certain the Captain and other officers would like to have something good."


Diplomacy Roll to improve Groks Attitude

Profession Doctor [roll[1d20+6 or Heal[roll1] to figure out how valuable/quality of the prosthetic is. EDIT Got a 21 for the Profession Doctor Roll on the OOC.


"Seems like there's some stuff here that makes no sense being in the galley. I'll ask Master Kroop tomorrow about where to put the items."

[Sarone]

Figuring how much a standard prosthetic leg would cost, Ezekial takes a closer look at it.


Appraise roll for the prosthetic leg made of wood and edged with a silver band
[roll0]

Do I get any bonuses from the roll for Profession: Doctor?


As he considers which gear to take with him, Ezekial realizes he doesn't have any where to store it just yet. "Lady Grok, how would I get access to a storage locker or an equivelent? I do not want any of the less honorable crew to steal the goods and try to ransom them off."


Diplomacy Roll to get a see chest/locker for the gear [roll1]


"And speaking of gear, when would it possible to get some more of my gear from you?"


Diplomacy Roll to see what I can do to get the rest of my gear [roll2]

[Sarone]

Smiling at the alcohol found, Grok goes over to one of the larger lockers and opens it. "With this rum and the brandy, I would need more room anyway." Searching through it, she pulls out a back pack, a crossbow and leather armor tied to it so it won't get loose. "Does this look like yours?"

Smiling and nodding, Ezekial starts sending a mental prayer to Sarenra and Pharasma. Praise be to you, Dawnflower and the Healer. This is a good turn of luck. Taking the gear in hand, Ezekial judges its weight. "Thank you for you assistance, Lady Grok. And I'm happy we are able to help each other."

Taking the ladened back pack, Ezekial grabs the unused lock as Grok heads out. "As for a place to store it, there's a area with unused lockers. You may want to check that out. Just grab one. I'm heading to bed if there' nothing else."

Waving at Grok as she head to her bunk, Ezekial heads to the bunk area, being reasonably quiet as he made his way to the area with the storage lockers. Going to the closest unused one, Ezekial opens the lock, replaces it with the good one, and sets about putting his gear inside, arranging it for more room later on. After a few minutes, Ezekial takes the empty bag and head back to the galley.

Making his way there, he hears the light puttering on the deck above him. Well, so much for that luck. Hope the rain finishes up before morning, Ezekial thoughts as he puts a pound of soap, the vial of holy water, a waterskin, the cookbook, a bottle of Brandy and a bottle of the magnificent rum inti the bag. Better grab that nice dagger as well. I'm sure one of the guys can use it.

Taking a moment to clean it, Ezekial takes his filled bag and heads back to the front one last time. Now that that's taken care of, I won't have to worry about being too defenseless.


Inside the Locker (locked with the good lock from the Galley)
Crossbow w/ 20 Crossbow Bolts
Leather Armor
Dagger
Bedroll
Ink
Parchment x5
Flask x2
Scroll Case
Trail Rations x5
Lamp
Traveling Formulae Book
Healer's Kit

From Galley:
very nicely crafted dagger used as a butcher's knife
vial of holy water
good lock (w/ 1 key)
1 pounds of soap
1 empty waterskin
a barrel of wine
1 bottles of 3-5 year old Chelish brandy
1 bottles of 10 year old magnificent rum
12 sp
Cookbook that provides +1 Circumstance Bonus to cooking

On Ezekial:
Waterskin with water
Knife
Alchemist Kit
Pouchbelt w/2 Gp, 22 Sp, 14 Cp


Happy with the way things were going, Ezekial barely gotten into his hammock and closed his eyes before a rumble was felt. "So much for a casual blow over," he said as turned over...

"GET UP YOU DOGS," Mr. Scourge says with a yell, stomping his way through the bay. "CAN YOU NOT HEAR THE STORM BREWING!"

Kicking one of the crew, he turns and makes his way back up. "ANY ONE THAT IS DOWN HERE WHEN I GET BACK WILL ANSWER TO THE CAPTAIN FOR SURE!"

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[Sarone]

Making his way up, following the rest of the crew, Ezekial's face turned to awe and fear: though the rain subsided, it was nothing compared to the strange colored thunderheads moving in. By the Godess, what is that, Ezekial thought as stumbled forward.

As though the gods went mad, a massive gust of wind shook Wormwood, howling mad as the ship plummeted down the backside of a wave and going into another. Ezekial barely grabbed hold of the railing when the water hit the ship, sending crew on the rigging scrambling to catch themselves on whatever could be grabbed, with those unfortunate going down into the deep.

"Get to the rigging, Cookie," Mr. Plugg says, trying to hold on to a piece of rope. "If we are to survive this, we'll need your landlubbered rear up there helping them."

Noddign, Ezekial takes a step forward when a bolt of red lightning arched through the clouds, hitting the main mast at top with a crash. With the screams of crew still clinging, the beams fall to the sides of the ship, bringing the sail down. And revealing the seen from the pits of the Oceanic Abyss itself...

The ocean started churning, heading in a circular motion. From the bow to the stern, the cries went out. "WHIRL POOL," yelled Captain Harrigan, himself trying to steer the ship, "CUT THE SAIL AND RIGGING, IT IS DRAGGING US IN!"

As the words left, it quickly was replaced by the sound that chilled the bone, as though a some elder crone was laughing at the situation, a cackle that was quickly assisted by multiple lightning strikes, each one hitting a crew member, adding their electrified death screams to obscene laughter, or sending wood and shrapnel into the crew.

Barely making two steps, he felt himself get flung into the air, hitting the deck. Looking behind him, Ezekial's eyes went wide as he sees Mr. Plugg's eyes go dim, the former first mate's head and back impaled by a score of wooden shard from the railing.

Looking out in fear as the ship's bow went low again, Ezekial sees it is for naught, the epicenter growing bigger as the ship strains in vain to escape.

I... I need to get my gear, Ezekial thought, thought not sure it would help him. I'm going to need my healer's kit and save those possible. Turning, Ezekial runs back down below decks.

*****

As Ezekial goes below decks, the whirlpool and storm rages. Winds and waves buffet the ship, washing over it and sweeping those unable to grab hold of anything into the see. Crimson lightning, thrown like javelins with unerring accuracy, striking down crew members, destroying the rigging, and riddling the exposed hull with lightning.

As though the insane god grew tired with toying the strickened ship, a flash from on high causes the what few crew to remain to look up, as a howling wind once more fills the air.

FINAL PART TO BE POSTED