lol I just did. It doesn't take long for everyone to notice a man with a trimed goatee glaring at all of you as he lounges by the rail.
He wears a blue Varisian scarf tied tight around his shaven head, dressed in studded leather, a cutlass tucked in the belt, sheathed dagger, shortbow with a quiver of arrows and a gold chain worn over his head, hanging down to the fron of his chest.
Knowledge (Religion) DC 10 after a Perception DC 20:
Silver ring with symbol of Pharasma
You can be sure if any action will be taken.............it'll be tonight.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
perception:1d20 ⇒ 7 know religion:1d20 ⇒ 11
Redo ignores the sailor by the rail and focuses on the tasks at hand.
I hope that I can find a way to make myself useful quickly...then maybe I can get my spellbook back. I need to track down the person in charge of repairs, this Habbly Quarne person...the Stitchman.
A little flattery, some fawning and hopefully I can get to a safer position.
"Sandara, I have a question. After I finish here, I would like to see if I can work with Mr. Quarne, or at least ask him if I can work for him. Where can I find him?" he asks as he continues to holystone the deck, rubbing the stone across the decking with a quiet grinding noise.
Sandara has left the stage.
Redo realizes that the first friendly sailor on board this ship has already left their presence when the questions leaves his lips.
Stoma notes that the man's equipment is fairly well made and shows extensive use.
Suny on the other hand, her efusive manner nets a snarl from the man as he turns on his heels and leaves.
"I'll see you tonight. Sunshine!"
Sunny stands for a moment, her hand left out stretched, as she blinks and watches the man turn and walk away. Slowly raising said hand to rub absently at her blond mop she wanders back to the rest of the group.
"Here.. is whut I be sayin' whut t'is I mean t'be sayin'?" She asks sounding rather puzzled.
"I were told that 'Hey-ya there' be right fer 'Hullo'. At is right, right? Or did some one go an' twist me compass?" :/ She glances towards the direction the fellow has gone,
"Din't even get me name near right... " She mutters.
The evening soon comes and the ship is tense with excitment.
Soon Mast Scourge stands up and the deck/dining hall quietens.
"Hear Ye all Ye mangy Sea Rats! We be having a challenge here! The Blood Letting Challenge! Our Crimson Fightr!" he pauses here to let his words filter in.
"Yes!!! You heard me!!! Our Crimson “Cog” Cogward is calling out to our newest swabs to the challenge. As ye all know, no others amongst the crew except for officers have beaten him over this challenge. Fea no you pathetic new swabies, we have healing provided though how much is available I do not know." at this he begins to laugh and his hanger ons joins him, inciting the crew to laugh along as well.
Bloodletting Rules:
Cut yourself for 1 dmg or raised/matched the ante by 1d4.
The challenge is to stay consious while making use of the 4 CLW potion bottles to keep yourself up before falling unconsious.
The 4 CLW potions are shared among all the contestants but draws a penalty with influencing the crowd.
For Every 2 points of dmg, you'll receive +1 bonus to Perform or Charisma checks. Healing yourself removes the bonus.
He gestures where the same man sits acroos a roughly made up table with 4 Bottles of green liquid on a plank balanced between two barrels. Eight sharp serrated daggers are placed there as well.
The now identified Crimson “Cog” Cogward stands.
"Oei Sunshine! Bring yer friends if you're too afraid to stand against me alone. The Water b##$@ would do nicely too." he grins and and the crew erupts into cheers at his words.
Male swashbuckler (inspired blade)/1, HP 11 [11], AC 17, FF 13, T 14, Fort +1, Ref, +6 Will +0, Init+4, Perc +3
Drak rolls his eyes but will follow Sunny for the challenge. "So we cut ourselves and the last one standing is the winner?" Drak asks to clarify the rules.
Is there a way to cheat? Once we have blood going can we pretend to cut ourselves?
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
I wonder if there is a way to make a passable illusion...I don't feel like bleeding out here. Redo thinks to himself as he watches his new crewmates prepare to scarrify themselves.
I would love to point out the insanity of all of this. Really, I can't understand why these sailors are so bloodthirstily insane...is it the water? The isolation? The really bad food? he thinks, looking at the slop on his plate.
I wonder who is going to cut themselves first? Probably Jerieth.
Stoma stands back just watching This is pointless, the only crew members that would be impressed by this game are to lost in bloodlust to be reasonable people anyway. . Nothing good can come of this
Cog stands and glares at the party.
"Well? All you new swabbies gutless? Looks like you're all have too much of a coward's blood flowing in your veins." he sneers and the cheers and guffaws from the surround pirates intensify.
Any other checks or actions would do. Describe and rool whatever appropriate checks you think it'll help with. That's the fun here.
Looking as Sunny steps up.
"Now Now Now girlie. It's simple we see who's able to bleed more before dropping. Dying is rare." he laughs out the last sentence.
Sunny blinks and looks incredulously at 'Cog', clearly puzzled by his offered knife.
"Whut fer I wanna go an' do that? Ye be wantin' ta see blood? All ye got'a do is bin there yesterday when Mister Maheem done borrowed me shirt." Sunny absently rubs at her still slightly sore nose.
Turning, she indicates a faint line along her side that runs from just bellow her ribs to her hip.
"When I were a Spratt? I bumped agins't some coral. Sliced me right bad. But tha' soothin' touch of our tribes healer seen me better." Sunny smiles briefly at the memory then blinks again as she focuses on 'Cog'.
"I rilly dunt see whut t'is all about.... Bully fer yerself, an' ye startin' yer tatto."
"Blood Blood Blood." the surround crew starts to chant.
Cog grins.
"Well? You can keep talking like you got some empty space between your ears but this game we're playing it goes on unless you too stupid." he pauses to look at Sunny's face.
"Here I'll sweeten the pot with 50 gold pieces." placing a coin pouch on the barrel. It kinges as he place it down.
Aasimar Monk 1 | HP 11/11 | Init +2 | AC 14 T 14 FF 12 | F +4 R +4 W +4
The towering giant of a man begins to take measured steps towards the loudmouth. Taking off his shirt, he tucks it into the makeshift belt at his waist. Putting his hand on Sunny's shoulder, he shakes his head and gently moves her aside.
"You want blood? You find you need a coward's tool for your game? Hand it here." He extends his hand.
Jerieth chose not to do it. She was however not liking how the rest of the crew were treating Suny. Even though she had only just met her the undine thought of the elf as a friend. She hated to waste a spell but still...
Crimson laughs, his laugh turning shade towards happy insanity.
"Here he goes..." he sings in an off key tone as he passes dagger towards the assimar.
Looking at Drak he grins and then swiftly cuts himself twice.
GM Rolls.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28 2d4 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6 "Matched and raised." he smiles at Drak. The crew now waits with bated breath. Above the railings overlooking the match, Master Scourge and Mr Plugg looks on with interest. Great interest.
Sense Motive DC 15:
His fast talking seems to hide something as he hands move......
Perception DC 28 only if sense Motive passed:
He seems to palm something beneath his tunic and his wounds serious as they seem to be with all that blood over his arm. They don't seem to be bleeding that seriously.
Cog glowers at both his oppponent.
"Think you two can take me on? I'm 'Crimson' for Besmara's bosom's sake!" So saying he cuts himself once again. And Again and Again.
"Think you can do better Big guy?" he taunts Sawib even as he scrunches his face at the cuts he just did.
Looking at Drake, he sneers.
"Bah! Tiny cuts." as draws a single line for all to see.
He's lying about something or hiding something but you can't really tell. As if he's fast talking to keep your attention on his words then your surroundings.
Perception DC 29 upon passing Sense Motive:
His hand keeps going back to his tunic and he still holds on to the dagger.
Jerieth had been watching Cog for awhile now and she suddenly realized something: he was lying about something! She couldn't tell what it was but the undine noticed that he seemed to be using his fast talking to keep people distracted.
She walked over to Stoma and whispered what she had learned watching Cog.
Stoma may see the spoiler for Crimson as Jerieth has aided and informed you of her suspicions. Potion users take note that the potions are unusally potent and heal additional 2 hitpoints. Cure Light Wounds potions 1d8+3.
Crimson laugh as he sees one potion being used.
Three bottles of the Liquid now stands.
"Temper. Temper." he makes shushing motions towards Sawib.
"It's never wise to show such emotions in front of so many fellow sea rats." he laughs.
Sense Motive DC 20 for Sawib:
"You would do well to look towards the mast and if you're clever enough to spot something interesting."
GM Rolls.
Bluff:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 Sleight of Hand:1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36 Dagger Cutting:10d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 3, 1, 2, 2, 4, 1, 2, 2) = 23
He grins wildly as he seems to mulitate his own arm and slams the dagger he's using point first into the plank after he's done. His arm now gushing crimson from all those cuts.
"Match this if you can."
For all Pcs Sense Motive DC 15:
"No harm in Pulling out."
The deck is silent as the watching sailors seems to sense a climax happening.
Sense Motive. DC 16:
Once again his speech is laden with multiple hidden meanings even as he skillfully uses it to distract.
Perception DC 36 +2 bonus for passing above Sense Motive Check.:
He removes swiftly his [i]hands[i] from his tunic and places it where his arm on the table is? Will Save if anyone manages this
The undine was starting to get curious. Even though she was now seeing through Cog's tricky speech she was unable to figure out what he was really up to.
Why is the perception check so high? I don't think any of us could get it without aid another.
Now leaning against the railing with Jerieth Sunny watches, frowning slightly.
Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Sense motive:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Maybe tha' DM? They put in'a wrong number, by mistake? I be doin' things like that all'a time. Even goin' back an' am lookin' fer tha' spellin' checker thingy... I dun't sometimes see tha' miss-tooks I done.
Got a point. I may have made the DCs too high. Reduce all DCs by 5. Can't make a plot hook if the DCs kill it. I got to remember I'm playing Pbf and not my normal group of Cheese Masters.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
Redo watches the action with bemusement, not seeing anything beyond the spectacle of the sailors stabbing themselves. A thought passes through his mind, with all the sailors here, he could see who was doing what, and who had what...
Curses! I wish I had memorized the cantrip to detect magic...I could have gotten a sense of who to watch out for.
