Cap'n Voodoo's Freebooter PBP

Game Master voodoo chili

est. 2011
PF6 Fun and Plunder in Green Ronin's Freeport, around the Shackles, and Beyond
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Male Human (Chelaxian) Inquisitor of Besmara 6+2 | HP 46/46 | AC 20/Flat 17/Touch 13 | CMD 17/Flat 14 | F+5, R+5, W+8 | IP 0 | Perc +12 | Init +6 | Move: 20ft.

the Groom passes on the tuna, instead getting a chowder.

In response to Jim's question, "I'd say this one!" the Groom slams the Sea Pact ring on the table. "The cultured gentlemen of the Chumhouse thought they strung up an elf, till they took this off of him and found they had more than they expected......They sold his nether region for tuna steaks."

He pauses to look around the group enjoying their steaks.

"I planted the image of that Stumper in the mind of their mangy dog that set it to whimpering and pissing itself in the corner. When I threatened to do the same to them, we were able to talk business. Ding here, negotiated as if speaking from the grave and we were suddenly able to come to an profitable agreement. Hergle-Hergle" Laughing, from within the shadows under the brim of his hat, he gives Dingus a wink and then pats the big crossbow propped against the table.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 42/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim will pause a moment, looking at his tuna, then set down his fork and reach for the ring. What does it look like? "Dingus, did you see if it was enspelled?"


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

Upon seeing the ring Kaul shakes his head and fires his beadies skyward;

"By Besmara's Briney Teats! Just what we'll be needin' more ju-ju junk... we'll have the Shortshanks an Asskiss Consorts breathin on us even more hur..."


"Keelhaul" Kaul wrote:
"Oh aye... an we got some good advice fer ol' Dangle Dingus here... Silk undies apparently mate... yer magic wand 'ill thank ye for it... Hur-hur"

Dingus listens closely and nods, "I prefer not to wear anything beneath my robes." "A sorcerer must be able to make many intricate motions to properly cast a spell."

Everyone can get a good look at the ring as the Groom passes it around. It is of a rather simple design; crudely beaten silver with a crossed trident and cutlass sigil pounded upon it. However, in the light the burnished silver glistens like the rippling surface of the sea.

Dingus casts a quick cantrip and peers closely at the ring.
Spellcraft 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"I think it has a transmutational aura, but I'm not sure what it does exactly." "Obviously it gave the merman legs, maybe it would give a human a fish tail?"


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

At Dingus' comments Kaul almost chokes on his tuna...

"More info than needed Dingus... although think yea've already done enough enchantin with that tail o' yours hur-hur-hur!"


Male Human (Chelaxian) Inquisitor of Besmara 6+2 | HP 46/46 | AC 20/Flat 17/Touch 13 | CMD 17/Flat 14 | F+5, R+5, W+8 | IP 0 | Perc +12 | Init +6 | Move: 20ft.

the Groom waits patiently till Dingus gives the approval to the ring. "Good to know..Good to know. Wouldn't have put it past those fishf**ckers to sell me a twist of lead. Luckily we laid the fear on them enough that they don't want to see us back."


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Dibbets enjoyment of the juicy tuna steak continues unabated despite the Groom's gruesome revelation "So we got ourselves a ring, now what do we did wi it? Ye remember any more o' what tha wet gurgler had tae say Groomy?"


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 42/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim nods in satisfaction. "That's what the professor said it looked like."

In response to Dibbets, he says, "I thought the haunt wanted the ring back, or was going to tell us something once we had the ring. Was that it?"


Male Human (Chelaxian) Inquisitor of Besmara 6+2 | HP 46/46 | AC 20/Flat 17/Touch 13 | CMD 17/Flat 14 | F+5, R+5, W+8 | IP 0 | Perc +12 | Init +6 | Move: 20ft.

"Seems he wanted to warn the Sea Lord. Not much chance that happening now. We can take him the ring tonight, and maybe that will settle him. But with the missing Priestess, I think the Merfolk have a bit more to offer this problem."


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

"We'll iffin we aint got naught else tae do durin tha afternoon watch, Kauls got a lead on the deadweight we'll be carryin when we go afloat. Anyone else care fer a peepsie at what sort o' man they are?"


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

Kaul nods as he shark bites his tuna;

"Aye. Remember hearin that Finn's got his stubby little fingers inta tha Freland Shipyard. Reckon our new tub and shipmates 'ill be bobbin' around there..."


sounds like a fieldtrip to the Shipyard.

With time to kill, Kaul leads the way to the Freland Shipyard at the far west end of Warehouse docks. The crew makes their way to the gate that provides access through the tall wooden fence. A constant buzz of sawing and hammering fill the compound and the two dry docks hold skeletal ships under construction. A pair of piers hold ships receiving minor work. It is still a busy place, if not quite what it once was.

Kaul wonders if the office would tell him which ship is Finn’s when Dibbets points out a familiar boat moored on the far pier. The crew makes their way to the former Unicorn, now stripped of the aging paint and undergoing a retrofit. Walking over to the ship you notice a youngish halfling with shaggy brown hair dressed in slops appears to be keeping an eye on things.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Addressing the whipper-snapper "Ho there laddie, how be ye this day?"


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

As Dibbets parleys with his fellow shortshanker Kaul mutters to the rest of the group as he looks in dismay at the familiar bow of the Unicorn;

"Hope ta feck they swabbed out the hull and decks good and proper - stink o' Dibbs 'ill be bad enough at sea without stink o' deader too... hur-hur-hur!"


The halfling looks your group over and returns, "Ahoy yerself, and who would you be?"


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

"Well iffin ye be plannin to be put afloat on this tub o' junk yere standin on - were tae be ye new shipmates"


"Aye? Well met then, well met, Cous'. Yer showing up on the early side. Weren't expecting ya fer another couple of days. Best enjoy shoreleave while ye can, I say! My names Nebbin Wiggins, but me mates call me "Half-hitch". I'll be aboard with ye, but what brings ye by?" the halfling favors you with an easy grin beneath his expressive green eyes.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

Kaul looms up behind Dibbet's like a harbour shark;

"Alright Half-inch... We're just checkin out our tub tae be and who'll we'll be sailin her with..."

With an anglerfish grin the thug softly asks:

"Say... Where's the rest o' the crew at? We'd like tae introduce ourselves, sort out the peckin' order hur-hur-hur"


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 42/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim reaches up to put a hand on Kaul's shoulder and murmurs to him, "Here, let's settle a point of order 'fore we sort things out, eh?"

To the young halfling, Jim smiles and says, "Well met, Master Wiggins. I'm Jim Patterson, though there's some have called me Madman Jim. The gentleman as hired us on said he'd be putting a man of his own aboard as well 'to keep an eye on things,' as he put it--would that, by chance, be yourself?"


Half-hitch grins up at the boisterous half-orc. "Ahhh, so yer anxious as to who yer bunkmates will be, eh? It's Captain's choice as they say and Dallian seems to be drawing more heavily on his kin that able seamen. Good to see yer bunch appear to have some experience as they may be lacking."

To Jim he nods, "Aye Madman Jim, I'm Finn's man. I hail out of Slipcove originally, but had to clear away on account of lady troubles, ain't that always the story. Finn seemed the safest bet outside of my homeport so I put in with the HBA. All the same, I'll be glad to be at sea again."

He pats the ship's hull, "The Unicorn seems a decent girl, a little neglected, but she'll clean up good. Wood is sound anyway, but looked to be some nasty business in her hold at some point. Capt. Dallian has been by a few times, but seems to have plenty to do in town. I don't know when he'll be around before we set sail.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 42/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim shudders a bit at the memory. "Aye, nasty business indeed. Place looked like an abattoir...seemed like a nice ship for all that, the few minutes we were aboard her 'fore the Watch kicked us landward."


Male Human (Chelaxian) Inquisitor of Besmara 6+2 | HP 46/46 | AC 20/Flat 17/Touch 13 | CMD 17/Flat 14 | F+5, R+5, W+8 | IP 0 | Perc +12 | Init +6 | Move: 20ft.

the Groom dips the brim of his hat. ""the Groom. Here to keep the Queen's Luck." He nods over to the cabin bulwark and the earlier Brand he left. "Seems she already played a marker on this tub." He gives Half-hitch an unsettling smile, and the halfling wishes he hadn't.


Half-hitch looks askew at the Groom, "Beg pardon, was that Groom or Grim? Ye look like ye went down with yer last ship. Not sure if tha's a good omen..."

"She should be done soon. We're just moving the galley to the aft an' giving her a new coat-a paint. You still staying at the Broken Mug? I might be round to gather you up once we start taking on stores."


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

Kaul nods curtly at the shortshanks question;

"Aye we are. Say - any other greyskins making the trip?"


"Keelhaul" Kaul wrote:
"-any other greyskins making the trip?"

"Jes' yerself as far as I know. As I said, Dallian looks to be making this a family outing an' I don't believe there was any savage love among his lot although who knows with that Bosun, eh?"

"Ah, if you'll excuse me now, it looks like I need to check up on the carpenters there. See you laddies soon."


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 42/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim looks after the diminutive figure as he heads back to work. "Seems a decent sort. If he's right about Dallian's half of the crew, though, we may be in for rough seas. Which do you think is more dangerous--sending a few no-accounts to the Drowner and pulling a runner on Finn, or actually going to the Cannibal Isles? The chap I talked to at the local Pilot's Guild had no charts o' the place, on account of no one surviving long enough to map them."


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

Kaul raises a scarred brow, and pulls his "thinky" face;

Hur. Cannibal Isles... compared to the pish we been threw o' late... reckon them marrow suckers 'ill be a welcome sight..."

He jabs his thumb towards Wiggins;

As fer half pint or whatever he's called... he's one o' Finn's lot... I ain't fer trustin him further than I can throw 'im..."

Kaul frowns... nah that ain't soundin right... further than...


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 Just for truthfulness of the short'un's words

Before Half-Inch leaves: "Thanks fer tha info sonny, I'm Dibbets an I'll be bobbin aroun above ye most o' tha journey. I hafta ask, Unicorn issa pretty piss poor name fer a ship - are they gonna paint over or do I need tae bring me own brush? before pondering a while and slipping his gem out from beneath his clothes.

Leaning close to Wiggins, he palms the gem to him "An make sure she's well stocked on grog." grinning mischeviously at him.

After they walk away:

"I'd be more inclined tae trust the wee halfer than I would the other mob. When we're out afloat his pull fer Finn won't count fer nuthin, and he'd likely play on our side tae stave off Dallian's mob."


Dibbets wrote:

Sense Motive: 1d20+8 Just for truthfulness of the short'un's words

Before Half-Inch leaves: "Thanks fer tha info sonny, I'm Dibbets an I'll be bobbin aroun above ye most o' tha journey. I hafta ask, Unicorn issa pretty piss poor name fer a ship - are they gonna paint over or do I need tae bring me own brush?

Half-hitch winks, "Ye can be sure Finn will put his own mark on it. I suggested the Horny Whores, but I don' think he went for it."

Peering down at the gem that mysteriously appeared in his hand the halfling nods, "I'll make it a priority." and Dibbs feels Nebbin to be a reliable mate.


Male Human Sorcerer 6/4, Cleric 1: HP 44/(44); AC-16/14/12; F+5, R+5, W+5/+4. (Spells:3: 5/5, 2:7/6, 1:7/6) IP-17

Hotel has internet issues. Should be back to posting by Friday. Thanks for keeping me going :-)


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Still baffles me how many of the hotel's I've stayed in have crappy internet. This is in SE Asia, where literally every tiny little cafe / eatery has free wi-fi that you can use that is decent.

To Half-Hitch "Glad tae hear the name'll be changed. We'll be seein ye"

Cap'n - I've still got some coin burning a hole in my pocket, so Dibbets will look to put that to buying the strongest, most foul tasting, paint stripping, half-orc poisoning, hair curling moonshine that Freeport has to offer.... preferably the sort that'll force a Fort save and cause Wisdom damage each time you take a shot.


Scurvytown probably excells at that. I'd normally recommend Dreaming Street, but being non-human may bear even more risk than the usual chance of having your throat slit. Enter at your own risk or settle for second best. Maybe you can find some home-made rotgut up in Drac's End made with spittle and rotting jungle fruit.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Cap'n - that better be good quality dog or goat spittle, not the garden variety half-orc stuff they're trying to pass off as an imitation. Completely ruins the flavour balance that...
I'm looking for a single sealed bottle (bout a pint's worth) and have up to 80gp to spend. I'll live with Drac's End vintage rather than risk a barney.


Sealed bottle? you'll get it in a old boot and like it dammit!
80gp, hell you could buy a neighborhood in Drac's End for that. are you looking for something strong and expensive or corrosive and cheap? You did mention paint thinner. If you're wanting to spend that kind of money you should go to the Old City at least and get something good.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

I'm looking for something strong, corrosive and expensive. Hillbilly's finest moonshine vintage, hand strained through the loincloth of a hill giant, fortified with satyr's piss, and that'd eat through the ship's deck if you spilt it.


corrosive and expensive are usually mutually exclusive :/ OK, I can see Dibbs finding the most godawful hooch in Drac's End and throwing his money around enabling score of wretches to move up to the Eastern District. consider it done :) (Some time he ought to get Kaul to smuggle him into Krom's Throat for a nip of Bloodgrog as well. broaden his horizons.) Anybody else have plans for the evening?


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Iffin the big mug's willin, I'll spring him for some Bloodgrog.... judging by your intimations I'll likely have cash left over from my hooch haggling.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

Aye Kaul is up fer that. We'll need tae disguise Dibb's as a runty greyskin as I can't guarentee he won't end up on the menu if he slips in as an obvious shorthshank. Could be quite the adventure if we survive!

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Kaul will try and remember where Dibb's would get a very decent disguise as a half orc. [He too has coin to spend on getting Dibb's runtified good and proper lol]


Dibbs returns from his foray into Drac’s End with three full bladders of piss pot gin: two borrowed from goats and one of his own. Sharing a nip with Kaul, the half-orc agrees that’s strong stuff, but lacks the certain je ne sais quoi of orcish bloodgrog. One thing leads to another and the pair are soon on the search for a way to sneak Dibbs into the infamous Krom’s Throat in the Bloodsalt for a sample.

Kaul:
As far as disguises, Kaul would know that there are spells and potions for disguise that might be found. A Potion of Disguise is 50 sails/ 10 minutes of effect.)
For a more mundane and cheaper approach the Old City might to have a costume shop seeing as rich folks get off having masquerades and such.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

Cap'n:

Aye perhaps a wee dip into Alchemical Oddities on the way... was thinking a potion of Disguise Self [50gp] and having a little fun with runty grayskin Dibbs with another potion to "help fortify him against the Bloodgrog" [takes it straight after - but is actually a potion of Unnatural Lust [also 50gp]...]

Have a vision of a drunk off his face Dibbs as a runty orcling rubbing against the leg o' some orc wench's or pirates leg like some mutt on heat lol.

Thoughts? I've the coin [will mean dropping my 50gp gem into the pot, but worth it should Dibb's fail... heheh. Revenge is sweet


Kaul:
Double check. A 1st level potion only lasts 10 minutes though so you might want to keep him covered up until you get near the bar.

The pair of freebooters swing by Alchemical Oddities on their way through the Eastern District and Kaul slips inside to buy a potion to aid in their adventure while Dibbets relieves himself against the wall much to the horror of the nearby middle-class merchants and shoppers.

Only one opening breaks the darkened graffiti covered wall that separates the Eastern District from the Bloodsalt. Beyond the wall is barren salt-encrusted red earth and a persistent acrid smell burns your eyes and nose. Scorched shanties and falling in lean-to are arranged haphazardly between walled compounds. It is a vision of Hell on Golarion.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm

Kaul grins down at Dibbs;

"Heh. Welcomes tae Bloodsalt Dibbs... listen keep cloaked up until we hit Krom's Throat- no eye contact with tha locals eh? Then drink this..." (hands Dibbs a potion) "...an make sure you become a runty greyskin hur-hur."

"Give yersel an Orcish name... Gribbets sounds decent enough...hur, then once ye've downed some Bloodgrog take some o' this..." (hands Dibbs a second red vial) "...trust me ye'll need it tae keep it down... hur"

His beady eyes light up, and with a nod they take their first steps into hell...

Bluff DC22:

Bluff Check on second potion1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Kaul seems a little too keen to impress that you drink the second potion after the Bloodgrog


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Dibbets takes both potions from Kaul "Thought ye were sayin we're goin tae a bar? This jus looks like a big arsed urinal." Then when they approach the bar takes the first one full down in one swallow.

"Righto, lead on then Kaul me boy, 'Gribs'll be followin ye"


Your weave south each step punctuated by the crunching of the granular red dirt and despite the heavy gray skies you feel uncomfortably hot and dry. Denizens of various levels of orcish heritage glower from the hovels and a goblin or two skitters past on some errand, bulbous head down. On the southern boundary of the Bloodsalt, Krom’s Throat crouches, black cinderblocks poorly aligned and mortared after its relocation from Scurvytown. Slipping around the corner Dibbets covertly downs the potion and returns in disguise (describe yourself, Gribbs). Then the two enter the dark windowless den.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 28/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: Bleedin' 3, Rage 2/6 & -4 with Claw arm
Dibbets wrote:
Sense Motive: 1d20+8

Damn yer wee all seeing eyes lol...

"Hur. Sorto sums it up. C'mon Gribs hur." the thug beckons him into the brutal hovel...


Kaul and Gribbets move into the dark hall. Fortunately, there are no tables or chairs for Gribbets to stumble over as even his sharp eyesight is hard pressed to make out much with only the dim light of late afternoon from the hide covered doorway. A crowd of rancorous grayskins mill through the cavernous space yelling at each other in their guttural tongue. The place stinks of alcohol, piss, and Orc.

The thickest cluster of the bestial humanoids gathers near the far wall where instead of a bar, Gribbets catches a glimmer of four large copper tanks suspended from the ceiling. A crush of orcs push and shove to get their muzzles under the fluid apparently dribbling from iron nipples beneath the tanks. Before you can make your way to partake of the orcish ambrosia, a large specimen looms near and puts his hand out for your coin.

The price being a skull for the opportunity to fight for a spot beneath the teats. You may bull rush, grapple, or trip.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Gribbets is an even more pitiful sight than Dibbets was at first glance. Appearing as though someone took a regular sized half-orc and put giant hands on either side squishing it down to half it's height. Sparse oily hair atop his head, a piggish nose and close cut bristly stubble upon his face.

Slipping a couple of coins to the bouncer (along with a couple of affirmative grunts) the boys slip inside. Turning to his guide "Now how the feck are ye supposin I get full-growns out me way so I ken suck the devil's teat?"

How much did the goat piss set me back Cap'n?


Dibbets wrote:
How much did the goat piss set me back Cap'n?

Let's say you got all exorbitant and blew 15 sails on the rotgut.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

I'm deferring to Kaul's infinitely larger experience at this point.
Only option I've got to add is scattering a smattering of copper and silver floorside so as to distract 'em a moment


When in Orc-landia...
Madman, the Groom, any plans for the afternoon and evening as these shenanigans play out?

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