To keep themselfs fresh maybe. And because they dont trust us to keep watch at night.
"At least we get to rest that is the most important thing to me."
* Looking to the skies and water to see if I can notice anything about the weather changing and the storm.
Bad news, especially since there aren't more experienced hands with them. Seems like they're trying to divide the crew again.
Mesdoram ponders the developments as he taps a spoon against his bowl.
Did anyone notice if any of the Rahadoumi on watch are the ones who got lashed?
What do you guys want to do?
Approach the sailors again. It's one thing to keep your heads down, it's another to keep your head down after being attacked by a sadist.
We need to have someone approach them while someone else is on the lookout for the Scourge's snitches or him or Plugg.
Jasmine gets up and boldly walks over to the Rahadoum sitting down and sits down. "It sort of sucks being defeated doesn't it?" She grins. "It actually wasn't that hard to do with my magic. Of course, I didn't really want to attack your ship, but orders are orders." She boldly eyeballs each sailor. "I'm pretty direct, the one thing you boys want to do is not cross me. I will place a fireball on your head and fry each of you, if you work against me." She smiles and looks at the sailors. "Have you ever seen flesh melt off the bone, the blistering effects, the acidic smell...it's quite terrifying or delightfully pleasing depending on your point of view." She sighs in a longing manner. "I choose to put several of you asleep last time we tangled, I won't be so kind if a situation arises and you cross me. Do we understand one another? " Her stare intensifies. "Sometimes life deals you three choices: work against me, work with me, or stay unobtrusively on the side. Two of those three choices are acceptable."
If they didn't want to deal with us before, lets hope to scare them and have them believe that I'm damn powerful. If nothing else scare them to the sidelines.
As Jasmine approaches the sailors stop eating and look at her. When she finishes one of the female sailors looks at her, We don't want any trouble with you but if it comes down to you or the captain of the ship, he has our vote every time, now leave us alone before we go get the captain. They then turn to each other and continue eating and talking, like nothing happened.
I put an intimidate roll up in case you need it. Since she was more or less having a conversation with the sailors she was being diplomatic although the underlying tone left little room for doubt.
to intimidate as well
As the sailor's start to mouth off to Jasmine, Balthe comes up and slams his drink on the table, I hope you weren't being rude to my friend? and cracks his knuckles.
No, no, we weren't being rude at all, I mean we had a difference of opinions, but I think we see where you are coming from, we ah, got to get to bed, The 3 remaining Rahadoum hurry off to the sleeping chambers.
Jasmine nods, "very well," she leans in close, "you didn't hear about the two boys sent to the Wormwood bilge to kill me? Three entered, one lives."
"They don't want trouble but align with the Captain." She smirks to Balthe. "I'm tired of coddling this scum."
Mesdoram gets back from giving Owlbear his food and puts his head in his hands when he hears Jasmine and Balthe threatening the Rahadoumi.
Balthe, remember when I said you were bad at making friends? I take it back, you're a social butterfly.
Note to self: I need a cleric. Jasmine looked far too attractive threatening to burn them to death. Well, a cleric or a brothel.
He puts together the pieces of their predicament in his mind.
They have, conservatively, twelve on their side. They also have a secure position in the cabin, with traps on both accesses so at best we have to keep some of our forces in the kitchen to prevent a flanking maneuver.
If we take the ship we need to disorient and drive them out of the cabin. If I make thunderstones and smokesticks to drive them out of the cabin that might work. If we have the goods I need to make Or we break the doors into the cabin or swing through the aft cabin windows.
So, now that we've thoroughly frightened the new sailors, what's our next move? We need to free Owlbear and figure out how to get through the doors into the cabin. Anyone know if we can use a spar or spars bundled together to use as a ram?
I knew you would see it my way Meso! Who doesn't like a good dip in the sea?
Balthe seems a little slower than he was
Mesdoram facepalms at Balthe's response.
Yes, of course I see it your way. Why solve problems when you can punch them away?
I would never just punch someone or a problem! No you pick it up and throw it into the see, or maybe body check it into the sea. You only punch it when it keeps coming back. Kind of like your cooking. The first time you get sick you send it into the sea. If it keeps coming back, then you go and punch the cook. Right? Balthe says with a huge grin and wink at Sandara
"You should write a book of philosophy!" Holgur says through heaving belly-laughs.
Hmmm. Toss Your Problems in the Sea Not a bad philosophy.
My cooking, Mesdoram snaps, has never made anyone sick a day in their life. Just because you hold your liquor like a four-year-old halfling girl doesn't mean you can blame me when you vomit all over yourself and use your estimable philosophy to remove the waste from your chest and what remains of your hair.
He points his spoon imperiously at Balthe.
Soon or late I'll captain my own ship, and when I do I'll make sure you spend your days in the bilges eating nothing but burgoo with salted pork from the filthiest, oldest cask while subsisting on the meanest rotgut liquor distilled from rotting seaweed we can purchase from the most desperate of hardscrabble islands.
He looks at Sandara with a look filled with pity.
I hope you have better luck civilizing him than I did. Frankly the night we spent together didn't seem to have helped him at all.
He sighs theatrically.
Not that he was much good. He just lay there the whole time.
I suspect your dingy won't have a bilge! he laughs
And you must not know the halfling girls I know! They can really drink!
And now he's drinking with four-year-olds. Mesdoram shakes his head sadly.
Well the conversation is better than with likes of you. Balthe walks over and wraps Meso in a bear hug, then moves into a headlock and gives him a noogey.
I'll try to use smaller words. Mesdoram lets the dagger spring into his hand from his wrist sheath and deftly cuts the ties holding Balthe's pants up.
Oh dear. Well, perhaps it's just as well you just lay there. I certainly wouldn't have felt anything from that.
lol ok
though your action sounds like a sunder to me...
init
to grapple, and I use martial flex to get improved grapple
Actually if you win init the sunder doesn't provoke w/o reflexes.
Balthe pants fall, but he doesn't care.
The world can see this bad boy! Then he succeeds in grappling Meso note my grapple CMD is now 19
Mesdoram easily slips out of the headlock that Balthe tried to put him in and he does a quick flip away from Balthe to take a bow to cheering and whooping sailors.
Thank you, thank you. Daily performances every evening with dinner.
He waves a hand at Balthe theatrically.
The floor show is extra ladies and gentlemen, so please leave one copper with my lovely assistance Four Skulls on the way out.
grapple as he tries to tumble away
grapple maintain
pin
Mesdoram slaps Balthe on the shoulder.
I give, I give. Normally I don't mind being pinned down by someone half-naked but usually they're female.
He sniffs audibly.
And they bathe. You know that big barrel of salt water is for everyone to use, right?
Consider yourself lucky I don't treat you to some tea! Balthe tickles Meso under the armpits
I will probably pay for that!
Balthe pulls up his pants and takes big sniff of his odor. Could be worse...
If you guys have finished courting each other I am going to bed. Wake me up if something needs killing. Four Skulls slowly moves to his hammock.
Balthe walks over to Meso
Jasmine watches and looks over the crew to see their reaction to the grappling. Finally she comments, "It is time for bed and rest."
Mesdoram laughs when Balthe whispers to him.
Whisper:
Well, we could soak his dreads in salt water but he'd probably wake up.
Probably better to just get some sleep, it's going to be a long day tomorrow if that storm hits.
"Just when you think a pirate ship cannot get any more undignified..." Holgur says in a mocked upper-class accent.
The night passes uneventfully with nobody bothering anybody during the night. As the crack of dawn, prior to the bell ringing, the ship starts to jerk and jar all over the place. Several of the pirates are thrown from their bed . Sailors begin to rush around helping each other up and getting their clothes on as the bell starts to violently ring. The crew rushes up the stairs, with several people falling down on their way up do to the rocking of the ship. Upon arriving on the main deck, everybody can see the massive waves hitting the boat and the winds throwing things all over the deck. Scourge and Plugg are yelling for everybody to get into the rigging, as they themselves also make their way up the rigging. You also see Owlbear chasing around the various items that are being thrown around the deck.
Balthe works as hard as he can with the rope.
Once or twice he snags a sailor that loses his footing.
Well done Owlbear, grab that keg! Balthe calls to his friend.