Skulls & Shackles (Inactive)

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

Estelle tries to hand a sailor his own as swith two mighty punches, but finds they are not worth a second one. He staggers on the first and looking at his own blood falls over.

bleed: 1d4 ⇒ 1

The second one keeps standing after the blow but is swiped by the trip attempt.

Will Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
The first mate starts laughing uncontrollably.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Besmara dances through the battle to get a free throwing way to the captain of the Truewind.
Throw: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 241d4 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Striking true she demands "Order your crew to surrender or I stab you with these until they have no Captain anymore. The offer still stands: surrender the loot and live. Or don't and we'll kill ye all first before we get it anyway."

The Captain draws her rapier in a desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
But to no avail.

Give Up DC 70: 1d100 ⇒ 68

Cool cool.

Jarrus still holding down the fort takes another shot at the crossbowman that shot at him seconds ago.

Attack with Deadly Aim: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 4 = 8

"Have at it then!" he yells with glee then reloads his pistol again

Shooting from one ship to the other past all the fighting crew at the Captain is no easy thing. Too hard actually and so Jarrus misses.

I notice you're still missing Precise Shot.

Noonan, Trytton?

Noonan keeps the hits coming
Rage,PA: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 142d6 + 12 ⇒ (4, 1) + 12 = 17

Trytton keeps trying to incapacitate people Slick

Noonan and Jarrus are also missing the +2 to hit and damage from inspire courage.

The morale drops as the mate lies laughing on deck and the Captain is also cornered. No one wants to go near Noonan or Estelle anymore. Trytton transforms a serious fight into some 'dance on ice' sending members of both crews to fall on their behind.

Four of them make a last attempt to save their Captain by shielding her.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 201d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 171d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 151d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 71d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Besmara steps back and throws her knives at the sailors instead.
Dagger: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 201d4 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Dagger: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 241d4 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Felling two more of them. "I can go through all of your crew like that." Besmara states.

Give Up DC 50: 1d100 ⇒ 92
Seeing that resistance is futile the Captain throws away her rapier "Okay, I surrender stop the fighting everyone!"

"You heard your captain. All crew of the Turewind move to the bow of the ship and take a seat there." Besmara adds and picks up the rapier.

As the fighting dies down she adds "Lito, Sandara check on our crew who is wounded and patch them up. Estelle and Noonan please see to it that the Truewinds crew finds the way to the bow and stays there."

There is about a dozen sailors that fell victim to the Kraken's officers. Besides that surprisingly few lie on the deck. Three more from each crew that didn't manage to hold up in the fight.

The crew of the Truewind drop their weapons and slowly back away from the fight.

Sandara casts a spell and lays her hand on the shoulder of Estelle.
CLW: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Then she ushers all of the crew together on the battlefield and showing her flag she channels positive energy.
Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5

Which keeps everyone from dying.

Estelle nods at Sandara.

"A'right ye her the cap'n, move to the front and no one gets urt. Let's be movin' real nice like, My big friends here are a might bit twitchy."

Estelle motions towards Noonan and Owlbear

Grrrrr.

Sqwak! Listen to the woman, my friend is a powerkeg.

Ugh I knew I forgot something. Wend with Deadly Aim instead, next level precise shot for sure.

As Lito helps to get everyone upright he looks over and orders:

Conchobhar, Ratline, Maheem, gather the weapons and bring them to Trytton for inventory. We don't want any of our new "guests" hurting themselves before we fire out who's worth a ransom.

Once our crew is back on their feet and the weapons are being gathered, Lito talks quietly with Besmara.
Do ye want us to go check out what we got here before one of us addresses the crew? It would be good to know what we got here before we decide what to do with the ship and crew.

Besmara points out ten of the sailors from the Truewind and Ten from the Kraken and orders them to empty the hold and carry everything over to the Kraken.

"Captain, would you and your mate please hand over your valuables?" Besmara asks politely.

Turning to Lito she replies with a grin "Want ta be Captain of yer own ship? Please check everything that we don't miss anything magical."

Lito smiles back:
I don't know. Think ye can handle the crew without me?

Then he gives her a wink and a smile before he heads off to oversee the offloading, being sure to check everything with detect magic and pulling aside anything that is magic or particularly valuable off to the side for closer examination with the other officers.

"I'm sure I'll find someone else who can do that - even if it's not that good. But who's going to handle me?" Besmara replies.

Trytton climbs up over the side of the boat and looks at the loss of life. It saddens him, however it could have been significantly worse. Seeing the offloading in progress he goes over to Besmara, "I would like to leave them enough food and water to reach the closest safe port. There is no need for them to starve. They can spread the tale of your ship, and we may even get to rob them again, if you let them live."

"I'm after loot. Water isn't that valuable in this region. If the captain here has something special to eat or drink it's moving to my food store. But I'm not interested in the sludge they serve the crew. You're responsible for feeding us. If you don't want it, leave it to them." Besmara replies.

So far no one died. Not a single one got pushed into negatives past their Con and Sandara channeled over all - friend and foe.

Estelle and Owlbear will keep an eye over the crew who are still seated.

"Like was said nun yas move and nun yas get hurt. Ye will then get ta see yer families again. No Hard feelings."

Estelle will then smile at them trying to keep them inline.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

I thought I posted it, but either it got eaten or I forgot to send it.

The sailors are all wearing finely made studded leather armor. Every one has two daggers a composite longbow fitted for their strength with 19 arrows and a scimitar.

The officers have an elixir of swimming, potion of cure moderate wounds, a finely made chain shirt, a heavy crossbow with 9 bolts, a masterwork rapier and 30gp.

In the main hold is full with manufactured goods. (Two points of plunder)

"I guess this is going to take a while. Meanwhile you can give me a tour of your ship." Besmara tells and gestures to the Captain with the rapier to move.

The captain is not really willing but as there is no good choice she gives Besmara grudgingly a tour of the ship.

"Nothing special I guess. A ship. How about you come over to my Captain's dinner. I twill take a while until you have your ship back to operational, what do you say." Besmara suggests.

Once back from the tour she tells Lito "I invited the Captain to dinner. Are we done so far? I'll be at my cabin if someone needs me." she then takes the captain with her onto the Kraken.

"Trytton, would you start preparing a feast with Fishguts? We have a reason to celebrate."

(Please wrap up the unloading and handling of the Truewind's crew yourself.)

Sandara channels once more as there are still sailors lying on deck unconscious.
Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
As they wake up she tells them "Go over there to your companions."

Why have a meal with them? They won't be our friends.

"She won't do anything stupid while around us and it doesn't hurt to be polite." Besmara replies. "Also she is the sponsor of this meal. It's the least we can do."

Estelle will go and have a look over the back deck to check out the rudder. Motion for Trytton to follow her.

"how badly did ye wreck the rudder? Think it be fixable?"

Lowering herself down a rope Estelle will have a look at the rudder but not go in the water.

Craft Ships: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

"It was in splinters." Trytton replies

It will indeed take some new boards to make that work again.

In a pause in the unloading Lito calls over Fishguts and Trytton.

He quietly says to them:
Can you please go check the food stores here? I believe the Captain plans to negotiate giving the ship back, so leave them their water and food enough to get them back to a reasonable port.

Grab any of their good food or rum for the Kraken, and If you could make both some standard fish stew as well as the food for feast tonight, that would be most helpful. I plan on locking this crew up tonight in the hold, I'll feed them the fish stew, while our crew feasts and the captains negotiate.

Then he projects and addresses the captive crew:
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

OK you land lubbers, you have a choice. We can do this the easy or the hard way.
You saw how fast we just disabled your ship and how ineffectual your attacks were on Captain Besmara's crew. We could have just as easily killed you, but you can thank the Captain for your lives.

As a sign of your cooperation, please strip off your armor and valuables, placing them on the deck. Once that's done, we are putting you into the hold while the captains discuss terms. Your actions will have a direct impact on those discussions, so think hard before you try something stupid.

Then he watches closely to see what happens.

Ugg crappy roll. Good thing Lito is so damn charming

Noonan cracks his knuckles. Aid another: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Still facing Noonan and mostly being without weapons but daggers no one is fond of repeating this fight. So they get up drop their stuff and move to the hold one after another.

The first Mate stands there left for good by Besmara but he obviously doesn't count himself to the crew to be locked away.

Jarrus checks his pistol, loads and holsters it and stands by the wheel of the Kraken and nods, pleased with how it all went down.

Trytton heads below deck with Fishguts to inspect what food they might take on board. They select the best they can while leaving enough for their conquest to sail to port.

They get it taken back to the Kraken's galley and prepare the captains dinner, while preparing a significantly less fancy meal for their crew, and prepare a slop from the waste for their captives.

Prof Cooking: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Prof Cooking: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Prof Cooking: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

The captains meal turns out fantastic, and despite the quality of ingredients, the slop is rather tasty as well.

"Welcome to the Captains Dinner. I'm Captain Besmara and you are?" Besmara opens the meal and introduces herself to those who might not have heard it already. "And you are?" she asks her guests that didn't volunteer to be here.

"I'm Captain Portia Runescar." the half elf woman replies.

"First Mate Axen Figgs." the man replies.

All in all they behave as if they were to be fattened for the slaughterhouse.

Greatings Captain Runescar and Mr. Figs. I am First mate, Lito.
I'm sure you are wondering what the hell is going on. The captain invited you here today to discuss what we do with you and your crew. We may be privateers but that does not mean we are all uncivilized Beasts who can not recognize some impressive sailing when we see it. And what we saw from you was some mighty impressive sailing.

Now just to start things off, I give you my word of honor from one sailor to another that as long as you do not try anything violent during this dinner, for the length of this dinner you will not be harmed.

Diplomacy to put them at ease: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 37

"And I'm also not planning on harming you afterwards." Besmara adds chuckling. "We're mostly nice. The only drawback in our business is that people like you are not willing to hand over their valuables without fighting. And as we haven't found a way of stealing it from you without you noticing before it's too late we have to go through this bloody part of piracy too."

"So if you're able too I suggest you delay your mourning about your loss and celebrate with us today. Because it won't change anything if you don't."

Besmara raises her mug. "To Besmara the goddess or piracy who looked gracious on us today."

Captain Runescar sits there with her mouth open. The feelings of anger and relief are fighting inside her for the upper hand.

First Mate Figs looks at his Captain if it's all right to start with the eating.

Lito Raises his glass.
And to Gozreh, that all sailors may find fair winds and smooth sailing.

After the toast Lito says:Captain, please eat, The crew's cooks really are quite good.

Since you wisely didn't drag out the violent portion of this encounter; We really do aim to make this transaction as painless as possible for all of us.

You're sure you're a pirate and no tax collector?

For shame, I would never stoop that low. I do Pirate PR. ;)