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You have just joined the crew the the infamous Captain Harrigan. The night before you are to report for duty you are all boozing at the Formidably Maid, getting to know the other pirates of the Wormwood. This is the roudiest dive you've ever seen; pirate scum everywhere. Captain Harrigan himself sits in a dark corner smoking a long pipe. Suddenly, the crew of the dishonorable Aurora O'Malley, captain of the Witch's Teet, kicks in the door. There is obviously a long history between Capt Aurora and Capt Harrigan and her pirates waste no time fueling these tensions.
Aurora's pirate 1: You there, bar wench! a stallward male fighter says to Calin Bring me some meade...
Aurora's pirate 2: Grabs one of the Wormwood's female crew members whom you just met and pulls her to his lap. C'mere honey bucket!!
Aurora's pirate 3: this one reaches up and scratches Ix behind the left ear. Nice kitty, nice kitty...
Aurora's pirate 4: this female pirate walks right up to Bucket and takes the ale right out of his hand. She downs it with one gulp, wipes her mouth with a dirty sleeve, then belches in Bucket's face. Ahhhhh!
Kaz is a gambler and scoundrel. He likes to drink, fight, and spend his money as soon as he makes it. Recently debts have grown to the need to get out of dodge level. He has lived in Port Peril all his life. You would have met him in a dive bar and found him to be friendly ,helpful, and looking to join up on a crew ASAP
Kaz will be enjoying his new crew's recent sucess by doing a little gambling.
The Undine in the corner, drinking his grog slowly begins chanting into his cups. Seawater begins to drip from his hands onto the floor.
At Pirate #2
Oi! I was talkin te her. You get ya own!
After the shock of this horrible and unjust crime went from pure shock to "Did that wench just quaff down my flagon of ale" to nerve shaking tension in every cell of muscle in buckets body. Bucket looses awareness of those around him, near him, or under him. There is only he and this rotten fish gut stinking wench of a pirate whore who is about to get the full crushing strength of Buckets off hand straight in her nose.
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Pirate #2 looses 7, count em, 7 teeth from the brass knuckles punch. He starts to bleed all over the women sitting on his lap, whom you just met.
Pirate #whore-wench sees the rage in Bucket's eyes and starts to think maybe taking that ale wasn't the best idea in the world.
Capt Aurora's pirates laugh at their fellow crew members' misfortune.
Calin Proudkin
Kaz Seaborn
Ghiv Masdara
Ix Chal
Horatio Flynn
Bucket the Black
Rage induced spittle flies from Buckets mouth. His fist is to far, his head is much closer. Oh yes, a mighty head-bash. Smash that harpies nose deep into her cranium was his instant thought. A wicked smile splits his face as he rears his head back to deliver a bucket of pain.
An odd thought went through his mind as he drove his skull forward. He didn't want to get any kind of scurvy pirate fungus disease transferred by way of skull bash.
Barbarian Rage Induced Drunken Attack
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The female pirate also looses teeth and falls down hard.
Bucket has his choice of improvised weapons with which to enjoy his time at the Formidably Maid:
1. A dusty green BOTTLE OF RUM on the card table that belongs to a small chaotic evil halfling. Said halfling is just now tipping it up to his mouth.
2. A large 3 pronged fork that is stuck in a HAM LEG on a table where a fellow wormwood crew member is sitting, a dandy with a feather plumed hat named Conchobhar Turlach Shortstone.
3. The HAM LEG itself.
Ghiv continues creating a puddle of water in which to drown his enemies.
1d3 improvised:
1 = evil mug
2 = fork
3 = ham leg
As bucket is grabbing for something to smash into the foul strumpets face he is hit bodily by two masses screaming something about him being their whore. He is ! Red blankets his vision now. He is thankful that he feels something solid, though greasy, in his hands as he wraps his fingers around it. With this mighty weapon he will prevail.
Ix Chal bends his head as if he is enjoying then quick as lighting moves his own hands up to the pirate neck so the claws rest lightly against the skin. "Thank you friend, may I return the favour?" Ix Chal says in a strong Polygot accent
, may I return the favour?
While all this is going on a beautiful raven haired women steps into the room and puts her hands on her hips. She watches the mayhem for a moment, then she strides gracefully through the frey to Capt Harrigan. The pirates of the Witch's Teet stop fighting momentarily as she passes and give a salute, calling her 'Mum'. Then continue beating the crap out of you guys.
This is obviously Aurora O'Malley, fiercest vilest and cruelest corrsair ever to sail the high seas.
Ghiv's puddle is pretty damn big now...the pirate who tossed the whisky bottle at him is starting to wonder if that was the best idea in the world.
Your crewmate being held by toothless pirate #2 continues to struggle against his firm grasp on her waiste. Unhand me brute! You two there she says pleading with Horatio and Calin help me, get this foul faced beast off me!
Toothless pirate #2 simply laughs at her struggles.
Lounging in the corner is the dapper scoundrel who was happy to sail with his companions.
Seeing the toothless pirate is manhandling the lovely lass, he swings himself up from his chair and decides to teach the scum a lesson in manners. While the pistol in his belt and rapier at his side are intimidating enough, for this riff-raff he elects to wade in with his bare hands alone...
"Hey pal, mind if I cut in?" he says with a grin and a punch to the pirate's head.
The swing goes wide, and it clearly misses his target, but at least he's woken up the bum that someone else has taken an interest in his work...
Drown in the sea from whence you came !
Ghiv sends a wave of sea water to knock down the pirate attacker.
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Pirate #5 picks up a bar stool. Simmer down, boy! He chuckes it at Ghiv! . Then starts running toward the watery man to tackle him: Arrrrg mateyyyy... You can smell his fishy breath even from here! Then your wave hits him full force! He falls down sputtering!
Bucket starts to get the upper hand on the bastards wrestling him.
Ix presses his claw a little harder into Pirate #3's skin. The flesh behind his ear starts to bleed...Awech! You fiend! He draws a rusty dagger!!
The pirate holding Sandara releases her to dodge Jim's blow. She's up like a shot and fall into Kaz's arms.
Jim's eyes flick to the other pirate who drew a dagger and his eyes narrow.
"Now you went and got nasty..." he says with a growl.
Ausk be a sea singer bard. :)
"'Ey now! Who started without me?!" The oversized, one-eyed bestial half breed makes his way back from one of the back room. His eyepatch is secured tight to his skin. The same skin that is covered in scars and tattoos that range all of his exposed skin, turning him into a bright canvas over his bark brown skin.
Flexing slightly, he draws the notched greataxe off his back and heads swiftly to the man with the rusty dagger, deciding that an axe in the back is just the kind of thing that would ruin a sailor's day. His grin is wide, and he seems to be at his favorite part of the day.
** spoiler omitted **
"'Ey now! Who started without me?!"
"Uh oh - now you woke up hellfire, mate," Jim says to the pirate he just attacked with a devilish grin as he nods his head toward Ausk who strides forward with his heavy ax...
Ghiv whirls around searching for a likely place to make a stand.
Ghiv backs into a corner and conjures up another crashing wave of salty foam.
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Harrigan: Capt O'Malley, this is getting out of hand. With your permission?
Harrigan: Mr. Plugg, if you please.
Mr. Plugg: Aye Aye capt. Then he blows a loud loud whistle. Attention you scurvy sea rats! The Capt Harrigan and Lady O'Malley say stop!!!
The pirates all stop brawling.
- Bucket stops with the leg of a pirate between his teeth, just about to bite down.
- Ix's index claw is tickling the chin of dagger boy about to slice that chin wide open
- Ghiv's waves is suspended in mid air, about to spash everyone, and it looks like it will probably wet Capt O'Malleys boots if he lets it fly!
- Ausk is just about to bashing two pirate heads together.
- James is about to smash a chair over a pirate's head
- I don't know where Calin is.
- Kav is about to accidently grope Sandara who just fell into his arms!
Reflex saves DC12. If you fail you complete your actions in violation of a direct order. Otherwise you stop just in time. Narrate the results of your saves!
The bestial singer stops just inches from the crunching of two heads into one unconscious pile. He sighs, stopping, even though he still has both of their hair firmly in their grip.
"Stop permanently, Mr. Plugg? Or just a temporary wait?"
The brawler seems ready to continue, with the right word. Otherwise, he'll slowly release, looking a bit defeated by the whole thing, muttering about how the sailors insulted his empty socket.
Jim quickly holds his move, his muscles uncoiling like a cat.
He tosses a glance aft toward Harrigan - .
His gaze turns back and his eyes gleam at the cutthroats in front of him.
"Maybe you don't know who're you're screwing with you piss-poor sod," he says in a quiet but fierce voice, his eyes on the man in front of him.
"That said, I'll tell you now: I'm the type of guy who kick's ass and takes names - but, you can just call me Jim," he adds with a dark smile.
Than he turns and tears his dagger from the arm of the man he stabbed, cleans it off on the scoundrels' shirt and sheathes it carefully with a wink.
Ghiv summons back his sea water and allows to to drain off through the floorboards.
The sea must claim her souls, if not today, then tomorrow. It is inevitable.
The sea must claim her souls, if not today, then tomorrow. It is inevitable.
James swaggers over to Ghiv and claps him on his shoulder.
"No worries, mate - we'll get 'em next time," he says with a grin.
"Now let's go see what all the fuss's about," he adds with a nod to the cadre of officers crowding around the doorway.
Slipping the weaponry back to its leather back baldric, he chuckles and grins, putting an arm over each of his nearest companions.
"Indeed. I'm sure they're in for all sorts of fun. Something just crazy must be going on."
"Indeed. I'm sure they're in for all sorts of fun. Something just crazy must be going on."
"Aye, you're gods damn right something's crazy," he says thoughtfully to the half-orc as he examines the scene before them.
Pulling out a small piece of paper from his breast pocket he taps a dash or two of shredded tobacco on it, then rolls it tightly and leans forward to light it on a candle.
Taking a long draw he blows twin streams of smoke from his nostrils as his eyes dart around the room.
Seeing a mug of ale on the nearest table he grabs it up and hands it over to Ausk with a casual though friendly gesture.
"What's the plan now, lads," he says glancing at the others, wondering what will happen next, as he takes another draw from his make-shift cigarette.
help me, get this foul faced beast off me!
Jim glances a minute at his mates, his eyes flicking past them suddenly to the young woman who called for his help earlier.
He sidles over to Sandara, and fetches a cup of rum from a table and offers it to her.
"Oye, Sandy... you alright there, lass?" he says to her with a mellow smile as he looks into her eyes, searching them carefully to see if she's really alright or just a bit shaken...
@ Jim. Why yes, kind sir she says fanning her self.
"what did I miss? Calin asks returning from the jakes still doing up his trousers
@ Jim. Why yes, kind sir she says fanning her self.
"Good... good," he says his eyes intent on hers as his lip curls in a somewhat roguish smile.
"I'd hate to think that your evening might be, unsavory..." he adds softly as he bows his head a bit before her, his eyes raising suddenly to catch her gaze.
He winks once at her, than he grins.
"what did I miss?
Jim turns his gaze from the curvaceous Sandara and glances over at Callin.
"Nothing we couldn't handle, lad," he says a superbly confident voice that belies the tension in the room.
"Fancy a drink?" he adds easily.
"I wouldn't say no to a drink!" Calin rubs his hands together eagerly
"I wouldn't say no to a drink!" Calin rubs his hands together eagerly.
Jim turns back to Sandara as he continues to talk to Calin.
"Aye, I thought you'd say that," he adds to the half-elf with a grin and he hoists another mug from an errant table to hand over to his comrade.
He taps a flick of ash from the smoldering rolled cigarette and leans back, his arm resting gently on Sandara's hip as he smiles at his friends.
Bucket hears the captains orders but since he is a bit enraged and very upset about the whole affair he takes good strong chomp out of his unworthy opponent's leg anyway, then gives a good strong kick to whomever is near his booted foot before he gets up off the floor.
"He started it" Bucket says as his rage starts to calm down.
Ix Chal shrugs and sheaths his claws. Glancing at pirate that until a moment ago he was fighting "Since we aren't aloud to fight care to have a drink?"
Ghiv shrugs off James' good natured banter.
A ship is safe in harbor, but that is not what a ship is for..
Ghiv says as he looks for his cup of grog.
A ship is safe in harbor, but that is not what a ship is for..
Jim’s eyebrow quirks a bit at Ghiv’s comments.
”Lad, with that kind of dull talk you may as well be paying for your drink with a fat purse of gold like a bloody merchant,” he says, his smile a bit crooked.
Watching the tactiturn individual before him, he attempts to explain it another way.
”A ship’s a lady, mate – you love her, and she’ll love you back no matter what way you plan on riding her, so long as you ride her well. She’ll love you like a lady would if you’re smuggling loot fast out of Orisioni ports or dodging Cheliaxian blockades to ferry guns or gear to Halfling freedom fighters; aye – she’ll even love you if you pirate another ship,” he adds blandly.
”But you’ll never get anywhere with her who you love best if you don’t have the fire inside you to ride her well; and if you plan on taking a prize – be it a ship or even a bloody capital of a mighty nation, I reckon that both your ship – and your men – will probably fail you in a pinch if they don’t see a heart they can love and follow, savvy?”
He takes another draw on his smoke and blows a quick stream of it away from him, then turns back to inhale the sweet scent of Sandara’s perfume, his eyes still on Ghiv for a moment.
”A piece of advice, mate – you may have a heart of iron; but the thing is – without real fire inside you you’ll never be able to forge that iron into steel; and steel's a hell of a lot more potent than iron ever was,” he adds with friendly nod, than turns to devote his attentions to Sandara.