Rackham just keeps staring at the bulkhead.

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Ryor looks around for something he can perhaps pick his locks with...Perception(Search,spot etc)1d20+5=13

It contains ribs to keep it from distorting when pulled tight - you've seen them while visiting houses of ill repute.

Jon see the Chelaxian girl and notices that Ryor is also looking at the girl. The smile on Ryor's face does not look like lascivious,but weird. Jon tries to talk to the guys around. To Ryor "Nice girl,huh?"

Rackham Pulsifer wrote:

Rackham just keeps staring at the bulkhead.

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The Chelaxian girl screams as if burnt.

Cordoba now considers the possibility of picking the lock of the manacles.

Narlok, the Deceiver:

Can I reach out with my hands or feet?

From the beautiful Chelaxian girl in a corset who was raped this morning:

"What are you looking at?"

Nobody has talked with the girls much since their captures; they cry frequently and comfort each other.

Can I reach out with my hands or feet?

"What are you looking at?"

Ryor looks about the woman cells any of the girls from the Sea Lust here?

"Where the hell are Nerelas, Eanwulf,Theg and Lamonsten? wonders Ryor to himself. There is no way they caught Slippery Ketta?" perhaps she is hiding?"Ryor wondering where his mates from the Sea lust are?

Ryor wondering where his mates from the Sea lust are?

Some whispering passes between the girls.

"Ok, just a minute," Katella hisses.

The girls next to her pull out as many ribs as the men ask for (Ryor gets one, The Deceiver?). They kick them across the room making a clatter.

Making lock-picking tools out of the whale bone is going to take all night, and must be done very surreptitiously. Please describe any strategies you plan to use to keep your work from being discovered.

Escape Artist 10
Slightly more alert now, Nerius begins loudly belting out a rather poor rendition of a popular opera from Magnimar to cover the sound of the corset rib sliding across the floor.
Nodding in response to Narlock promising to kill Book, Nerius says "We'll make a puppet out o' him!"

The Deceiver makes a grab for one of the whale bones. He takes care to make no noise or as little noise as possible. After getting it, he looks for suitable objects or surfaces he can use to erode the bone into the proper shape. He tests the sound the whalebone would make when he worked on it by rubbing the bone against a surface once. Then he hides the bone and observes Mooj and his reaction. If there is no reaction, the Deceiver continues his silent work patiently. He matches each of his movement to the movement of the ship and waves.

If any other member of the crew comes down, then the Deceiver immediately stops his work and hides the whalebone.

Ryor keeps his bone hidden whenever anyone is down here near the hold. He'll work on when he knows no one is watching.He has hidden the bone in a space in the floor boards he uses the filth in the cell to hide the bone and he places his bucket over it.

The Deceiver and Narlok begin their work. Each piece can be broken in half and then shaped into a pair of picks. You can scrape them against the chain links or the cuffs, it's a very slow process, by necessity you take 20, but then you don't have anything else to do.

After about 15 minutes of giving the lovelorn sow a good rooting, Mooj sneaks back with a glazed look in his eyes. He picks up the crossbow and smiles at you - a wide rotting picket fence grin.

ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Mooj falls asleep.

Syd whispers to the busy prisoners, "'Ere wotchew doin' then? You gonna ge' us out of dis?"

The Deceiver takes a moment from his busy schedule to intone a silent prayer to the Goddess of Fate.

You think the lockpicks are ready?

Ryor looks around outside the cell for weapons or things that look like could be used as weapons when the time comes

Perception (Search/spot looking for weapons and or things to used as weapons outside the hold 1d20+5=18

... Also what kind weapons does Mooj wear on his person.

... Also what kind weapons does Mooj wear on his person.

No improvised weapons can be found in the cell.

The girls whisper quietly, on a table in the middle of the hold some of the sailors begin some late night drinking and gambling with some loud cursing and bragging, the game proceeds loudly by candlelight.

Before the lockpicks are done, several hours after Mooj falls asleep, another guard comes and wakes Mooj up and curses at him, some of you have seem him before.

Kicks Mooj.

"Mooj yous poon, book finds hout yous sleep yous get bora. Kamada not stupid. Run mooj before Kamada slips yous bora bora."

"Don't be stupid Kamada. I be the cook, you wants me te piss in yer food?"

Mooj slinks away.

Ryor throws up in his bucket!

Outside the cell area is there anything I can see

Ryor throws up in his bucket!

Outside the cell area is there anything I can see

One of them jokes, "this is a great way to lose weight."

Barrels, crates, sacks. A powerful man could turn a crate into improvised clubs for everyone in about 30 seconds, maybe a minute. Empty a sack and put something heavy in it, and you have a pretty nasty improvised weapon.

Pulsifer, Narlok, Bohdan:

What's standard crew size for a ship of this size?

What's standard crew size for a ship of this size?

You've counted 20 different faces since you came onboard.

16-25

You've counted 20 different faces since you came onboard.

Kamada has replaced Mooj as the guard?

The sounds of racous laughter slowly filters through the haze in Bohdan's head.
After a little while getting used to the slow throbbing ache in his head Bohdan slowly opens his eyes. The dim light provided by the gambling table makes it easy to adjust to the surroundings and his keen eyesight easily pierces the darkness of the rest of the hold.
Feeling sluggish from both the blow to his head and the strange mixture Book administered, Bohdan nevertheless tries to get a handle on the situation. He notices the girl from the beach across the room, but not all the men are there. A motley crew of men is gathered on his side of the hold and just as he wakes up it seems as if there's a change in the guard watching the prisoners.
The manacles around his wrists chafe and they seem fairly solid, not a weak link, but perhaps the chain itself? Bohdan tries to get a feeling for the condition of the chains, maybe a weak or twisted link is to be found.

Any weak links or such? Normal break/burst DC for a chain is 26

Any weak links or such? Normal break/burst DC for a chain is 26

How many has the Deceiver seen? He's been aboard longer.

Kamada has replaced Mooj as the guard?

If you guys talk numbers, you'll find out that Pulsifer and Bohdan each killed one of these idiots.

The Deceiver:

Morning - Pharast 23rd, 4708

The tools are finished.

You feel yourselves shifting against the hull as the ship's rolling becomes more vigorous; The Intractable groans like a shanked mark in a back alley; the hold fills with a portentious cool draught as the next crew member begins his watch at sunrise, his eyes darting around the hold. You can all feel it: something wicked and awesome approaches.

The motion of the boat, combined with the saffron drug, are too much for Rackham's frail body. He vomits explosively, a bit of blood mixed with the acid. Shuddering and gasping, he sits back against the hull of the ship, still staring into nothingness.

He speaks in a croaking, raspy voice.

"Something... Something wicked this way comes..."

"Something... Something wicked this way comes..."

He gets up and looks around at the prisoners. The nervous rattling of the gate stops only for a moment while he grips the bars.

"Don't give no troubles now slavies and sit tight, we gots a bit o' stormin' about."

Hagnoose turns and goes back to the sacks; he watches you fitfully, seems distracted.

"Yep, I sorta gavvered that." Syd mutters to himself.

Syd:

"And it ain't natural." he adds in a worried aside.

You hear Book shouting commands and men dashing across the deck above you as men lash down the rigging. Ropes tattoo against creaking hull. Everyone recognizes the bracing vapor that precedes a rain - the smell of Pulsifer's vomit clears - the ships rolling increases steadily.

One of Book's trusted crew members, Mannick, is checking the webbing on the cargo behind Hagnoose.

"...and as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil..."

Nerius looks vaguely ill as the ship rocks back and forth in the waves. "Unnatural ya say?" he queries apprehensively of the large half-orc "What makes you think it so?"

Jon wisperers to Ryor and Deceiver "Are u gonne to get us out of here?
u need my help. There are more than 10 corsairs. I can take care of some of them. i know the Tian Doctor when i'm in hometown, i guess he will help us and give us some medcine to cure the sick spellcasters."
" what's plan? when are u gonna to take the action?"

"I say we wait until Mooj the pig sticker comes on duty, thats the time to act. Are any of you good with that crossbow he has"? I guess it's me with the 18 dex

Midday - Pharast 23rd, 4708

The storm does not abate - the ship groans under the strain. The appointed hour for daily poisoning arrives and Book appears flanked by Sujahayak and Righty. The unlock and enter the cell. Righty and Sooj have daggers drawn, and brace themselves against the rocking ship by holding the beams above their heads. Hagnoose kneels outside the stockade and a man you've seen only a few times stands behind, Zahn, the ship's mage.

Book pulls out the slender pipe and jar of yellow powder. Righty will put a knife against the throat of each of the casters in turn while Book administers the poison (let's call it a readied sneak attack, trigger is you struggle).

"Watch yer tongue today, Octopus. Sooj is a little cranky."

Bends down in front of Pulsifer to drug him.

"Ol' Book has some tasty for you, white hair."

"Asfar gun ter wavrack."

Perception roll

DC 20

Kruelaid, I'd rather not post my roll. It's so low I'm embarrassed.

The Deceiver thinks to himself that now while the storm is raging is the best time to mount an escape. Kill the top dog and you become the top dog.

I got a six on Perception check.
Nerius wisely doesn't resist as the poison is blown into his nostrils.