As Drak settles Sunny into her bunk she gives him a thanking, friendly hug in recompense for his troubles. To show she really does appreciate his efforts.
"I bin learnin' a lot to day..." She replies quietly as they say their good nights.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
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Maheem as stotic as ever answers.
"A duel or an excuse to cut each other up but leaves enough to work the next day. That sort of thing."
Good enough then. I can work with that...If I am fast enough. The second question is how do I get my spellbook returned to me? I doubt that one will get answered in short order.
Redo turns and goes below decks with the others, knowing that tomorrow will be worse than today.
"At least we can't fall from the rigging when we are in the bilge." he says with a wry smile.
"Yah... but bilges? They in't oft bin kept... nice, like." She warns Redo.
"Takes a lot a work ta' keep every thing on'a ship all okeys. Is not somat I be thinkin' this crew be doin' all too well...." She sniffles again as her nose aches her some.
Actually, in Real Life I am suffering a heck of a bad head cold. So, in a way, I know exactly how poor Sunny feels atm. :(
Wonder how Jerieth could impress Sawib. I would have thought our characters would get along since we are both good aligned. But I shouldn't be that naive. ;P I did have someone play a gargoyle Druid and another played a half goblin paladin of ilmater! Well, let's see what the next day brings!
Jerieth mumbles in her sleep.
"Going to be captain one day, mom...Make you proud....you're not half bad yourself Sir. Those slavers didn't stand a catch...Mom...I love you..."
From her mumbling you get the impression that she and her mother were quite close. You also get the feeling that she really hates slavers and has a strong desire to one day become a captain.
Aasimar Monk 1 | HP 11/11 | Init +2 | AC 14 T 14 FF 12 | F +4 R +4 W +4
It'll take awhile. Sawib is good aligned, but he also is pragmatic. He isn't going to immediately trust someone who goes on a ship like this and is immediately talking about being a Captain. It'll be her actions in the next few days that works on impressing him, not so much her words or heritage.
Makes sense. Hoping to make her captain in this campaign. But don't worry she'll prove herself. For example if someone falls overboard she'll be the first one to fish them out! Btw what deity does Sawib worship? Just curious.
Ah makes sense actually. I am kicking myself for not putting a rank in diplomacy during character creation! Probably will take up a rank in swashbuckler and then a rank in corsair. So yeah she's going to be a magus/swashbuckler/fighter (corsair). Not a bad combination actually I think. Right? We'll need to start influencing the other crew though.
Jerieth's mumbling continues. From what she says, one can make out some of her adventures such as dueling with Orv Slavers, pirates, and sea creatures most foul. One can also make out that the undine is wishing she still had her spellbook with her.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
Redo settles into his hammock and listens to the sounds of the ship as everyone settles down for the night. After so many years of traveling, the slap of the waves against the side of the ship and the gentle sway feel as natural as anything. The only difference is that this time, he is not in control of his own destiny.
Tomorrow I need to start working on ways to regain my path. Get supplies and get back to my research. Heh. That is a long way off. Each journey starts with a small step though. he thinks, attempting to psyche himself up for the days and weeks ahead.
Interlude
A baleful glare stares at the newcomers, its owner watching their movements. Voices low and muttered in whispers speaks.
"You sure gave them a hard time didn't you? No punches pulled." Snarls one.
"You know it was necessary though the Undine is a fool." Calm.
"Aye. Ah see that. She be using her pretty face to be charming all the wrong uns. Seems Scourgey got his eye on her." Jovial.
"We leave her alone, she'll learn soon enough..." contemptous voice speaks this time.
"What do you think they'll do?" soft yet business like.
"We wait. We watch and when the time strikes, we act. There is one that seems promising....." this one seems unyielding as if made of steel.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
"....mmmm....crush them all for insolence.........you can't make me eat apples........do you like lightning bolts? you pitiful ants......cyclops..........this goose pie is excellent........"
At the crack of Dawn, The shp is up and about while those on night duty are relieved to head back to their cramped quarters to rest.
However for some of you like..........
Sawib
Before Dawn breaks, something leads you to awaken before the others and head out. It could be due to your previous training or some inner instinct that you have chosen to take heed of.
Out in the barely lited sky, you make out what seems to be Maheem shadow boxing with multiple imaginary enemies and taking them out with well placed strikes and kicks.
He rarely stays put in once place, resembling a typhoon going through his enemes and his style looks awfully similar to teh your own school's tenants of combat. His looks as if it was bsed off the more swifter aspects of wind and storm. There seems to be something fundamentally different yet his form is so like those of a higher learning back in your own training grounds.
Int DC 10:
It strikes you suddenly why his style looks so familar yet different. His forms are not fixed instead flowing through their patterns without changing to yet another fixed form. This style flows seemlessly from one strike to another. This man is no novice and somehow you know that he's already known of your presence but has not done anything to stop your observation.
The rest
Falling into place, the rest of you are given your duties which is to clean the Bilges. All except Drake and surprisingly Jerieth. A female pirate arrives to hand out special duties towards her, her beautiful features hardened by years of sea and raiding. That leaves Redo, Stoma, Sawib and Suny with Bilge duty.
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Drake
You find yourself with a barefooted halfling who seems as if born for this as both of you share duties for Crow's Nest Duties and for making sure the riggings for the sails and masts stays pinned and not loose as that could be disasterous for the ship in event of strong winds.
You notice the halfling is pretty joval and friendly to a great many of your crewmates. His smile seemingly endless.
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Jerieth
You're ordered to follow the female pirate towards the quartermaster as you've being given special duties for the day.
Sunny yawns and stretches briefly along with every one else as they awaken to the new day dawning around them.
Deftly 'flipping' out of her hammock she quickly scampers to where the water tuns are and lightly cleans herself up with a damp rag, taking a little extra care with her face and nose still tender after the previous day's 'meeting' with Mr Maheem.
Upon presenting her tanned self to their Leading Mate for duties Sunny brightly bounces to attention at his (Her?) orders, before spinning about and skipping off towards the ladders which lead below decks towards the bilges.
"Well.. look-it bein' in'a bright side... Least we in't haulin' anchor cable on'a empty tummy..." She tries to lighten the mood some.
Aasimar Monk 1 | HP 11/11 | Init +2 | AC 14 T 14 FF 12 | F +4 R +4 W +4
Int:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Observing the man for several more moments, the Garundi performs his own series of flowing movements. They are not quite as graceful; they are not quite as flowing, but there is definitely a similarity to the form.
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The scent of the bilges makes the tall man wrinkle his nose, and as he shakes his head to rid the scent, there is the slight smell of fresh ocean to the dank water surrounding him.
Despite the thrashing he took yesterday, his body seems unmarred by the "lesson." Unlike yesterday's topside antics, Sawib is shirtless in the bilges.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
Redo rolls out of his hammock and dumps himself unceremoniously onto the hard deck with a resounding thud. In a bare second he is awake and cursing.
"Blasted wretched net! I will never get used to those things!" he announces to nobody in particular, as he waves his arms wildly and gesticulates at the hammock, innocently swinging from its hooks.
Then after a moment of huffing and puffing he stops, pulls him self up straight and quiets down. Then, he leans over, pulls off first one boot, then the other, and tosses them into a corner.
"Ljos. Ljos." he says, pointing at one boot, then the other, causing them to glow with an oddly shimmering blue/green glow. "I recommend not touching them. They better be right there when I get done with the bilges." he says to nobody in particular.
light, light
Padding in his bare feet, Redo follows the effervescent Sunny down into the bilges.
Jerieth wondered why they had given her a special assignment. But still the person she figured who would have her's along with the others' equipment would be the quartermaster. The undine followed behind the female pirate.
"So what's your name, mate? The name's Jerieth."
The undine gave a friendly smile although in the back of her head she thought that this female pirate had a nice figure. "Execrise a lot I see. That's good. A sailor who doesn't keep in shape is no sailor at all."
Knowledge (Local):1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7Trying to see if she's picked up any gossip or info on the Wormwood
Diplomacy:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21Trying to influence her to be friendly with Jerieth.
Stoma awakes to the pain of his injuries, he gets out of the hammock does a few stretches and wanders forward to find some food if there is any if not he makes his way to the bilges *yawn*
"Shush Wrench. I Aretta Bansion am just here to let do your job and then be off. I trust you'd enjoy your time later though I doubt you're last long. I've seen your type. You'd mouth off thinking yourselves mistress of the sea and then? Dumped and Dead." With that last bit she laughs, the act itself giving her fine features an overcast shadow marring those features.
Any other conversation afterwards is stilted and You get the feeling that perhaps, this woman is letting on less than you think.
Perception DC 20:
With a start you realise that she's a barmaid you saw in the bar just before being shanghi'ed onto the ship!
Reaching the ship's stores proves another thing as standing there with a half filled water skin is an extremely mascular half Orc Female.
"What?" she snorts.
Nearby you see a massive double bladed headed axe leaning against the wood within arms length of this Half Orc.
Aretta steps forward.
"Grok! Master Scourge requires this one to fetch him his daily drink."
Sense Motive DC 20:
You sense that the drink being mentioned here is far more than just simple rum.
The now identified Grok squints and then nods. She heads into the stores and then returns with a small jar of rum inside.
"Here and get out of my sight. You're blocking the light." with that she turns and takes a sip out of her waterskin, a clear sign that you've being dismissed from the quartermaster.
Drak
Drak finds the halfling swiftly approaching him on the ropes, his agile feet and hands ascending and descending with the ease of one experienced in the ways of the sea.
Dressed in a simple leather jerkin and pants, his belt however holds a rapier and a brace of daggers hung about his chest.
"Ho There! Lookis like ya being fine despite taking a licking from Maheem." he laughs.
"I'm Samms, 'Barefoot' Samms Toppin usually called for riggers duty and the crow's nest on account of this eyes I have here and my speed for climbing. I've also being at sea for 10 years so if you've any questions, I can answer you. Just don't be like my last partner, didn't watch her footing, slipped and went splat.....mighty inconsiderate of her. Took us the better part of the morning to scrap out her skull from the deck." he says casually.
Perception DC 20:
Hidden beneath his jerkin, there is a bone amulet made out fish bones with tiny sea shells embedded into it as if with great force.
Jerieth wondered why everyone aboard this ship was so...unfriendly. It was enough to drive someone to suicide. Well for her anyways. And right now upon hearing that she was supposed to get Master Scourge's drink didn't make her feel any better.
Sense Motive:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Dang. I'm so picking up ranks in swashbuckler.
She got Scourge's drink and quickly took it to him. She said nothing to him but, "Here is your drink Master Scourge sir!"
I'm assuming she knocked on his door and he answered.
@GM Oops! I forgot the +1 Charisma bonus from Jerieth's moderate scar so her diplomacy check should have been 22 not 21. Not sure if it made any difference but wanted to let you know about that. Is it okay if add +2 instead of +1 whenever I make a charisma skill check since I keep forgetting to add the +1 from the moderate scar?
For the Rest of the crew, my apologies for the long updates.
Master Scourge seems to have had something against all off you as he sends the lot of you into the bilges to perform cleanup early in the morning.
You are sent upon by six large rats but due to their own emaciated states, the rats are summarily dispatched with little injuries of your own. You also manged to clear up the spider webs eliminating the little pests.
During the clean up however, you find the following:
Loot:
A rather grimy Suit of leather armor
Three heavy maces
A buckler
A masterwork handaxe
A vial of holy water
A tanglefoot bag
Two tindertwigs
21 gp & 12 sp.
However your tasks were to clean the bilges and that would take some work seeing that all of you only have between yourselves are;
2 sacks
1 broom
3 cloths
4 facemasks
Perception DC 20:
The more keen eyes among you find what seems to be a sealed crate. There doesn't seemed to be anything else remarkable about it.
Back to Jerieth
Master Scourge is in his bunk and grins as he sees the object of his desire enter with his daily drink it seems. however it seems that he has other plans for Jereth for no sooner than did she try to leave is she called back.
She racks her mind but cannot recall if there is a warrant for Master Scourge for any particular reason. Maybe she isn't try hard enough or she has not come across the information yet.
Master scourge offers her a seat and places delicate cup with sweet wine in it.
"You seemed skittish, me dear. Dink some Wine to steel your nerves or is the Daughter of a proclaimed Mere Sailor of the Andoran Navy too........afraid?" he arches his eyebrows in a provacative manner.
"Oh no sir! Not skittish at all. And definitely not afraid either. Just wishing you had given me the rigging job. But oh well if you had I might be more interested in you. But it's too late now. You have great man already doing it and it wouldn't seem right to take it away from him. And besides a certain redhead on this ship has caught my eye already"
After telling him this, she hightailed it out of their not wanting to be around for when he lost it. She hoped to find someone anyone I be with right now. Specifically the redhead she just mentioned.
Aasimar Monk 1 | HP 11/11 | Init +2 | AC 14 T 14 FF 12 | F +4 R +4 W +4
Sawib remains quiet during the assigning of their tasks for the day. Once they are in the semi-darkness of below deck, the over-sized man just shakes his head.
"He has a definite dislike for us now. I doubt these sort of assignments will change." The giant of a man speaks for one of the first few times since they've been on the ship.
He cleans simply and efficiently, until the arrival of the rats. His movements, although not as fluid and swift as Maheem's assault, are more like the crashing and thrashing of the unbreakable Eye to the north. His limbs stretch out, palms facing forward. When one of the rats approaches him, he merely twists his upper body out of the way, snatching the grossly sized pest's tail and slinging it around onto its back, returning it to the water in a most unceremonious fashion. As the creature angrily chitters at him, it seems to struggle to even lay teeth on him, its eyes crossed from the onslaught. Sawib's eyes narrow, as he drives his heel, followed by a swift knee into the belly of the beast.
Once none of the beasts stir, Sawib wipes his hands through the murky water.
"That was a much appreciated bit of practice. I will have to...thank...our taskmaster later."
When the box is found, he shakes the sweat from his brow and thinks for a moment.
Master Scourge makes no move to stop the Nervous Undine now, just as she reaches the door to the cabin.
"The redhead? Aye I know of her and if you wish to more about her I can oblige but since you're so keen to remove yourself from my presence like a scared colt then I wish you all the best in seeking her out."
Stoma steps back allowing Sawib to take the lead in the assault on the rats, he then unleashes blasts of elemental cold at the rats dispatching them into rat-cicles.
perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
"Well spotted Sunny, lets divide up the gear and stow it away it may come in useful later"
Stoma takes a heavy mace and lays it aside he then divides up the coin amongst all who are down here
Stoma will then use his purify food and drink on the water in the bilges (possibly many times) t clean it and make it easier to clean the rest of the area down here, he can also create clean water as needed.
Having helped as best she can against the ratties, with swings, blows, kicks and smackings of her own..
Sunny scratches absently at her blond mop as she examines the large crate (Where the heck did we find something the size of a room?!)
She glances to Stoma, "Here.. dun't we should be handin' every thing we's findin' over ta' tha' store person? We dun't wan'a be endin' up like that t'other feller none who got a long look down at tha' keel...." She advises.
"But I rilly would like t'know whut's in'a box. Make sure t'is safe ta' be puttin' ina' stores, with tha' rest of tha' kit an' stuffs...." She looks to the mace Stoma's loping through his belt.
"Might make near enough hammer..." She ponders.. again assessing how the crate's lid is affixed. Gesturing for Stoma to lend her said thumping instrument she goes to deft and careful work,
Craft Woodworking:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
"HA! Even saved them lil' pointy things!" She exclaims with pride as she manages to loosen the crates top. (^_^)
