DM Mego's - Skull and Shackles

Game Master Megolopolis

Then maybe Charlotte could use my line instead?

Still talking Scoundrel decides to try and sweeten the pot"Or I don't suppose I could pay you instead to smooth over any bad feelings?"
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"Aye Aye Mr. Plug. Though I think it would be shared duties, not stolen jobs, that I would be looking at." Janus will quickly head down to the galley to start his new assignment.

@Iggy

Master Scourge smiled at Iggy's respectful nature, "Once ye give me yer name, scab, I'll show ye the lay of the ship, then yer gonna be running messages back an' forth. This here be the Middle Deck," Scourge points to a single door along the back wall.

"That there be the Galley and the Quartermaster's, after ye see the Lower Deck, yer ta report ta the Quatermaster, Cut-Throat Grok, ta see if she's got any work fer ya. Ye'll also be in charge of reporting to the Poop Deck when supper is ready. Check in with Mr. Plugg and myself when if ye are done runnin' messages fer them. I better not 'ave ta come lookin' fer ye."

Scourge eyed Iggy's mark for a moment, "Blessed by the Sea Wench, eh? Ye know what they say, she shows 'er love in trials. See that ye don't get yerself killed. Captain an' the officer's cabins are off limits."

@Scoundrel

What are you attempting to do with your first diplomacy check? When making a skill check, please state what the skill check is for, if you have any modifiers, and then roll the skill check. We'll determine your first skill check before discussing the 2nd. Also for the 2nd skill check you didn't specify what it was for. I can assume diplomacy again?

Both are attempting to avoid the bloody hour beating and yes, both are diplomacy.

@Scoundrel, according to the diplomacy rules the NPC must at least be indifferent to the PC to be able to make a request. Since the NPC is Hostile towards you, you cannot make a request. If you were to temporarily try to increase his attitude with Diplomacy, you can only do this once in a 24 hr period and fail with the first Diplomacy check. Most actions that allow you to Influence NPCs do not allow for you to try again if you failed the first. Diplomacy Rules

@Janus

The Middle Deck is mostly empty of cargo, save for a few pigs that seemed to have gotten out of their pins. In the forward section lies two flights of stairs; one set climbs upwards into an unknown area of the ship; a second set of stairs descend into the Lower Deck.

Chained to the Foremast, and trying to grab one of the pigs is a hulking brute of a man, with a shadow of stubble on his head, marred only by a single jagged scar along his the side of his scalp and covered in tar and feathers. He seems to have little interest in Janus for the time being.

On the aft side of the Middle Deck lies another set of stairs that climb upwards to some uncertain area, a small cabin, and an open door along the aft wall; from which panicked squeals beckon and boisterous laughter bellows. "Aye, I've got 'em now, Grok! Come're lil' piggy, hic!"

A horse, gravelly voice answers, "Ambrose, I've told you to keep your stock out of my store!"

@Scoundrel and Iggy

Master Scourge rolled his eyes at Scoundrel's yammering, "Ye sure 'ave a lot of energy ta go with that mouth o' yers. I got just the job fer all that energy." He guided Iggy and Scoundrel deeper into the ship, down onto the Lower Deck. "Scared now scab? Ye better be, don't look like ye made a good impression on Mr. Plugg." He chuckled, quite pleased with himself.

Rows of hammocks fill most of this area, a few pirates milled about and make quick to look busy with Scourge there. One of the pirates, a short but fierce looking woman with long, curly brown hair, and a large golden earring decorating each pointed ear. She had more muscles than most of the other men moving ropes and sails about, and her angry gaze closely followed Scourge as he moved about the Middle Deck. She sat atop a barrel, sail and stitch in hand. A fellow sailor called out to her, "Rosie, almost done with that sail?"

Rosie snorted, "I'm done when I'm done. Not before."

Scourge paid her little mind, and guided them to a small hatch nestled between two rows. "Ah, thar it be." He looked up at Scoundrel with apparent glee. "Down thar be the bilges, they need ta be pumped and cleaned." Master Scourge opened the hatch and stepped back as heat and a pungent stench wafted up from the hole in the floor. "Welcome ta the Wormwood." He beamed, gold teeth flashing.

Scoundrel looks down into the bilges, is anyone else down there because isn't it a 2 man job?
"I've had worse. I'll get right to it Master Scourge." Scoundrel's tone is more respectful to indifferent now. At least I'm away from everyone else down here. Fools. If they were smart they'd put me somewhere they could watch me.

I'd suspect Scourge and Plugg are hostile to everyone. Which is why Charlotte's little Diplomacy roll only got their lewd attentions
If scoundrel is alone down in the bilges he will search it as soon as Master Scourge is gone.
Perception check for search: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

@Scoundrel, the bilges is not inherently a 2 man job, although sometimes 2 PCs may be assigned to the bilges at the same time. Currently there is one other sailor in the bilges, and there are a few sailors on the lower deck that he could frequently talk to while working, (one being Rosie) or other swabs that may come by in the area throughout the day.

"Oh, I have certainly had my fair share of trials. My name is Ignatius Hank, son of Esmerelda Hank." He remains quiet after that, allowing the name to sink in. The name of one of the Shackles most notorious Free Captains and an accomplished priestess of the Pirate Queen followed him everywhere, and there was no reason to leave it out.

"I am sure that I will accomplish the task to satisfaction."

Is it possible to take 10 on the Intimidate on Scourge?

Oh so you get on me for the name dropping and then you do it. :-p So what of my search check?

"I'll give it some thought," Charlotte declares noncommittally, suppressing her disapproval of Plugg's invasion of her personal space.

There was much to gain with using his attraction to, so to speak, get him in her pocket, but she wasn't entirely convinced she couldn't trust him to keep his sleazy hands off of her in private.

@Scoundrel, Searching around the room you find leather armor, 3 heavy maces, a buckler and 12 sp.

The air is damp and moldy, the floor lies beneath a foot of brackish, dark water. A simple ladder lowers down into the bilges; to the stern lies a single pump. Along the forward section are six sets of manacles, five sets are empty, and one set imprisons an older sailor.

Cobwebs encompass the entire ceiling, and shiver slightly as if something was moving about them. It is dark in the bilges, the only light that shines in is from the trap door in the ceiling.

There are a few crates, and storage lockers here. Most of it is moldy or soaked, but there are some treasures here to be found.

@Iggy, yes you can.

@Charlotte

Mr. Plugg settles back, looking quite smug. "Ye can think it over in the crow's nest. Ye'll be taking the lookout ta'day." He looks upwards, towards the crow's nest resting 60ft above the deck. Her duties assigned, Mr. Plugg goes back to his regular duties watching over the whole of the crew.

The red-headed lass with the mop moseys her way over to Charlotte, "You won't want to take him up on his offer. I hear he's a mean one." She offered Charlotte a sympathetic smile, "Sandara. Sandara Quinn. I got picked up in Port Peril same as you, not three days before."

Sandara reached down into her bucket and slipped a dagger in Charlotte's boot. "You'll want that for protection. I picked it up from Grok, the Quartermaster. She's got all your stuff. Captain's now she claims. I got what I could, but it'll take more work to get the rest. A bit superstitious that one, if you can fancy up a good tale about curses or something."

Due to Scoundrel's Tiefling heritage, he has darkvision and can see in the dark up to 60ft, I believe it is in black and white though. Are there spiders in the cobwebs and is the older sailor alive or dead?
"Hello?"

"I appreciate the warning," Charlotte smiles back. "Nice to see a friendly face."

Seeing the dagger, Charlotte waves her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that, I have my own." She answers, holding up what only looks like well-manicured nails but, on closer inspection, reveals itself to be as sharp and deadly as the offered dagger itself.

"I'll see about paying the quartermaster a visit; I much appreciate your help."

I'll go for the take 10 option then, which will be an Intimidate of 22 against Master Scourge.

@Iggy

Master Scourge seemed a bit rattled by Ignatius' latest reveal. It certainly spelt trouble for him and Mr. Plugg in the days to come. Bastard children of pirate lords were the worst though, as if they didn't know the life. A wife in every port and a woman in every bed, harlots never put on such airs.

Still, it all unsettled him. "Ignatious?. I'll mark ye down in the Captain's log. If ye can get any sense out of that scab in the bilges, report to Mr. Plugg for the book."

Scourge looked around nervously, spotting Rosie and the others near by. "Yer no scab, I trust ye ta know yer way about." He muttered low and hurried away, back up the stairs to the middle deck.

Once Master Scourge was out of earshot, Rosie spoke with a slow draw, "You've made him all jumpy, that can't be good for your health."

@Scoundrel, yes and yes.

The old salt slowly lifted his head, squinting in the dark to see who was there. "It ain't time yet..." His voice was coarse and cracked, "Who's there?" He sat up a little, yawning a big wide yawn, and smacked his lips. "Ain't got anythin' ta wet the whistle, do ya?"

@Charlotte

Sandara shrugged and slipped the dagger back into the bucket. "Dagger must belong to one of the boys then." She added absently, looking contemplative. "The red one seems to love trouble," she added with a lopsided grin.

Sandara looked behind her to see where Plugg and the other officers were, and turned back to Charlotte, "I don't want to get you in trouble by keeping you long, so we can talk more tonight. Just do your best to stay out of the Scourge's sights." She added quickly, talking in a low whisper, "Plugg's got an ear for him."

@ Everyone, Your daily tasks have been assigned. You can now choose your Daytime Action. And go ahead and make the required rolls for the Daily Tasks assigned. We will still RP out the various scenes and introductions of various NPCs. Once the has been some RP, I'll let you know when to draw the day to a close and when the evening starts.

@ Ignatious, as a swab, you have been assigned to Runner. You'll need to make an acrobatics check and a constitution check.

@ Charlotte, as the rigger, you have been assigned to Lookout. You'll need to climb up to the crow's nest DC 10 Climb check. And make a Perception check.

@Scoundrel, as a swab, you have been assigned to Man the Bilges. You'll need to make a Strength check and a Constitution check.

@Janus, as the Cook's Mate, the captain is celebrating a special occasion today, Kroop will need help with the pig. You'll need to make a Profession (cook) or Survival check. Kroop seems to be sober enough to do the cooking today.

I'm going to talk to this guy first. I dont think you can take 10 on a intimidate, persuasion or bluff check unless you've got some feat or ability btw, otherwise come on, that's a little too easy.

"Who are you and why are you down here?" Scoundrel says looking at the man closely. I take it he can't see Scoundrel's demonic features too well given the lack of light and that he's human? Scoundrel will search the area now btw seeing as the man is chained up and can't do anything.

@Scoundrel, I already listed what you found in the above post. I'll repost it. "Searching around the room you find leather armor, 3 heavy maces, a buckler and 12 sp."

The man grunted, shifting around the grind of metal against metal rings throughout the small area. "Jakes Magpie." He paused for a moment, barely able to see in the darkness, Jakes was a little cautious. "Got me finger's caught in the cookie jar....what's yer name?"

Janus peaks his head around at the hulking man. Now why would they chain this man here? "Hello there, my name is Janus. Who are you oh chained one?"

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17
Daily task I am going to do an influence action. Probably on either this hulk of a man or the cook depending on how the rp goes.

"Scoundrel. I'm new on this ship. Can you tell me anything about it?"

@Janus

The brute made one last lunge, grasping the pig around the waste and tucking it against his chest. He looked up at Janus with a wide grin, "HOG LOB!", the man cried, tossing the pig past Janus into some crates across the way then laughing loudly as the pig squealed violently and fled back through the open door. "Me, Owlbear. Hog Champ."

@ Scoundrel & Iggy, We'll go with taking 10 for now. But I'll look into RAW and RAI. I know you can't take 10 with certain skills and in certain situations, but it wasn't stressful or combat, so by RAW it seems like you can. I can see where it wouldn't necessarily make sense. I made a quick judgment call, but I will return tomorrow with a definitive answer for the rest of the campaign.

@ Scoundrel

Old Magpie chuckled which turned into a hacking cough. Once the coughing subsided he responded with a bit of morbid levity, "Ain't no one save the Capt'n an 'is mates can tell ye. Most everybody's been press-ganged. If'n ye don't want ta end up 'ere wit' me, I'd keep yer head down." He motioned around the room with his nose, "All dis be the Capt'n's." He coughed again, it was a deep wracking cough. "Besmara's eyes. She done curse dis ship."

"Sounds good to me. I'll see you tonight. Oh! Almost forgot. Name's Charlotte. Nice to meet you; just wish it was in a better place."

Nodding to Sandara, Charlotte takes to the rigging, climbing up best as she can.

Taking 10.

As she climbs the ropes up to the crow's nest, an observant eye would find them rippling in strange ways, as though a second climber was present.

Reaching the crow's nest, Charlotte looks out to sea, for anything unusual. She smiles at the sight of the waves stretching out far around.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Well, I may be stuck here, but at least you're here with me, old friend. She thinks, to the sea's attention. See if you can knock some of these fools overboard, would you? It'll be a good laugh.

@Charlotte, what Daytime Action are you taking today? You can find a list of them on the Campaign Info tab. Additional Rules: Ship Actions

Influence: Once her duties are done, Charlotte will meet back up with Sandara, and see what she has to say about the crew.

"Surely you must know at least a little?" Scoundrel says.

I'd like to take 10 on Diplomacy check with the old sailor. That would make it a 17. Can I work diligently and still talk with Magpie?

"Hog champ huh. You seem to have a lot of fun with that." Janus sizes up the man, not knowing what to make of him. "Always good to know the champ, you seem to be a strong arm."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17 Taking it he is a bit on the slow side of things.

@Charlotte, you can make a Survival or Knowledge (geography) check. Also daily tasks are to show a full 8 hours of work, most of the day is spent in the crow's nest, but there are breaks so one can stretch their legs, use the privy, ect.

The ocean is calm as far as you can see. In the distance, thin shadowy strips lay across the horizon. In a few days, keeping this heading, the land should come into view, perhaps cluing into to just where Captain Harrigan is taking the Wormwood.

The hours pass quietly in the crows nest; as below Charlotte can hear Plugg and Scourge barking orders every once in awhile. Below on the main deck Charlotte can see the crew move about like ants. One gruesome site does catch her eye, hanging from the Mizzenmast on the Poop Deck is a ghastly cage containing the decaying body of some sailor. Perched a top the iron cage is a small colorful parrot that frequently flies in and out of the cage.

About midday, Charlotte is given a brief reprieve from her duties by a muscular, tanned woman with long, straight black hair, most notable for her bare feet, she introduced herself as "Barefoot Samms Toppin. Mr. Plugg wants to see you." She said little else before settling into the crow's nest.

@Scoundrel, you can only take one daytime action. You can work diligently, and still talk with Magpie, but you can't influence his attitude because that is another daytime action. Though small chit chat is acceptable.

Magpie shrugged, "I may...you got a light, Scoundrel? So dark in here I can't see me own nose." The old sailor let out a long sigh, "Do ye smoke, son?"

@Janus, your sense motive confirms your suspicions. He is just simple minded and was trying to be friendly, and make you laugh. Also all those 17s! Nice rolling. :)

He smiled a big goofy grin, "Owlbear strongest." He rose up to his full height and beat his chest loudly, "STONGEST!", he called out as loud as he could. Just as Master Scourge topped the stairs from the lower decks.

"Stupid oaf." Scourge muttered, stalking over to Owlbear and striking him with the whip across the legs. Owlbear huddled back against the mast. Scourge turned to face Janus, "Best ye get ta catchin' the Capt'n's swine, an' not meddle. If'n the crew not happy with the grub, ye and that fat-ass Fishguts will get a beatin'."

Alrighty, I'll keep that in mind.

Eesh. Grisly. Don't they deal with the dead bodies here? Wonder what that bird's up to.

As the bare-footed woman climbs up, Charlotte nods to her in a polite greeting. "Aye. Charlotte's the name," she answers the instruction before undertaking the climb down.

So, what does Plugg want this time, she mutters to herself as she seeks him out as instructed. What's that, sis? Yeah, prank him all you want, she addresses the passing figment of her spectral friend. Just make sure it looks like an accident.

"You called?" She addresses Plugg as she approaches him.

I think a part of your post is missing, "Mr. Plugg made it clear that Charlotte would have an hour to complete these tasks before returning to the solace of the crow's nest. He emphasized his request by turning over an hourglass, the sand quickly spilling into the empty glass." is completely out of context.

@ Charlotte, I think I was just rushing it along too fast. Sorry.

Mr. Plugg's lips drew up into a cold smile as Charlotte approached, "Yer name fer the Captain's Log?" His brow rose slightly as he gave her a once over again, "Have ye decided where ye'll be sleeping this eve?" He grinned.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Master Scourge" is the only response the worshipper of Besmara gives before he heads to his work.

And work, the Caldaru man does. With almost supernatural grace and endurance, Iggy moves messages around the ship with little difficulty.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Trying to find someone appropriate to influence. Someone who seems interested in his appearance.

"Sorry, no light on me. You may be better for it. I may give you a fright." Scoundrel says with a frown. "No I don't smoke. But perhaps I could get you one.."

Work diligently str check 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Profession sailor check 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

@Iggy, Cut-Throat Grok seems a bit spooked by your mark and says a prayer when she sees you. Rosie Cusswell asks you about how you got the mark. And Sandara Quinn. I'll make a list of people you met while running messages as well. Also it looks like you accidently added your bonus twice?

Cut-Throat Grok has you deliver an invoice to Mr. Plugg. Mr. Plugg sends you to check on Rosie Cusswell about some hammocks. Master Scourge has you run down to the galley to inform Fishguts that there will be seven more mouths to feed today. Fishguts informs you to tell Mr. Plugg that dinner will be ready on time. Mr. Plugg has you inform all the new recruits to collect their bedding from Rosie and set up in the crews quarters.

Apart from the 4 PCs there were 4 NPCs that were press-ganged at the same time. A female half-drow named "Black-Hearted" Yve, a Garundi male human named Koffe Masamba, a male gnome named Torgue Sparkwell, and a Chelaxian female human named Sabina Tullouse.

@Scoundrel, You'll also need to make a Constitution Check.

"Or ye could always break me out, let me swim fer it."Magpie let out a slow, defeated laugh. He sat silently for awhile, Scoundrel could see he's eye's were closed as he slouched where he stood.

"So what did you steal and did you stash any of it somewhere?"Scoundrel says with a wink.
Con check 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Guess I'm gonna be exhausted. Wait, does the +4 check add to the con check for working diligently or not? Either way its a failure.

Which roll did I double add my bonus on? Obviously no point really in trying to improve Sandara, since she's already good. I think I'll try improving Rosie's reaction to us with a bit of a over exaggeration of the tale of birth and crazy life. Trying to make it fairly believable.

Influence Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Oh, this thing? Had it since birth. Mum used to tell me that she'd prayed for someone to take over her ships once she got too old to stay on the waters, and Besmara blessed her with me, in exchange for me keeping the Queen's philosophy true in my heart. It tends to lead me into interesting places and meeting quite a wide range of folks. And of course, I will say that the rumors of those who bear this Mark...well, there's a reason why we are known as the right hand of the Banshee Queen."

If it's believable, I'll assume that I get the believable bonus, of +5, which would bump it up to 22?

@Scoundrel, the +4 can only be applied to one check. You will be exhausted in the evening, but as long as you rest during the Middle Watch you will lose the status.

Jakes stirred, grumbling a bit. "Now tha'd be a fine thing, eh? Sorry, son, my stash was found, hence the chains." He jangled the manacles. "Now, how is it ye can work in all this darkness?"

@Iggy, nvm. I just forgot how to read the rolls for a moment. Sorry. I'm silly. For influencing an NPC it allows the use of all 3 but as per the rules via Diplomacy for shifting the NPCs disposition. You do get a +2 because Rosie likes tall tales.

Rosie listened intently, putting aside her stitch-work for a moment. "Have ye ever seen 'er?" She scoots to the edge of her barrel top, "Do ye have any...powers?" She asked, wringing her hands anxiously.

Iggy smirks and rubs a bit of grit from his cheek.

"That's like asking if I've seen the wind. I've seen what she's done and how she influences things, but I have a few more years yet to see her in person." He leans a bit closer. "Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeves. Nothing too flamboyant yet, but I will say this...I've taught more than a few that it is a bad, bad move to get on my bad side. It opens many doors."

He laughs and extends a hand.

"Ignatius Hank. And you're...Rosie, yes?"

"I'm a tiefling is how. I can see just fine down here, minus some color. Sure you didn't stash SOME away? In any case it seems you're doomed. Is there something I could do, I guess its a keelhauling for you. Maybe there is something I could give you to make your death less painful or make you half dead already. Such a terrible fate for stealing I think. Like you haven't suffered enough being chained up in what is basically the toliet.." Scoundrel says with a bitter laugh.

"Catch pigs, or a get beat... can I do both? I don't think you have had much dealing with followers of the Lord of Pain? One should never take up the gift if one does not expect the gift to be turned back upon them." Janus swirls around once pulling a small scalpel from his pants, quickly he brings it up to his cheek and pulls it slowly a crossed from the tip of his nose down to the base of his neck. "Pain flows forth as a blessing, be careful not to provoke his dark lords ire by lacking the understanding that should come with the torturers arts."

Janus then smiles at scourge and walks his way to see his new boss and whatever creature was making that beautiful noise, like someone who might intimately know what pain truly was.

"Charlotte," the changeling answers curtly, irritation causing her Varisian accent to come out particularly strong. "And I'm afraid I haven't. I've been up in the crow's nest right about since you lot snatched me off the coast, so I haven't had time to look."

@Iggy

Rosie takes Iggy's in a firm grip and gives a single, solid shake. "Rosie Cusswell. You got damn good ears." She grinned. Her nut-brown eyes widened as an idea hit her, "Mayhap, you could help me with a little problem I have? When they grabbed me in Port Peril a few days ago, they took my bloody fiddle. That scrawny-bucktooth wench, Grok, won't give it back. I bet you could convince her to give it back. Spook her a bit."

@Scoundrel Random Encounter: 1d100 ⇒ 40

"Stash? I got caught red-handed in the Quartermaster's store. Quite a few nice things there..." His words trailed off in thought. Old Magpie sighed, "It is a s&&! bucket down 'ere ain't it?" His boots sloshed around in the water a little. "Tiefling eh? Ain't seen't many a'fore. Had one in Quent, nice lil whore house thar." Jakes hummed, "Got any poison? Good stuff. None o' that spider piss."

@Janus, I left it open in case there were any parting remarks, if not I'll continue and describe the galley.

Master Scourge scowled at first; but as he continued to listen to Janus it drooped into a frown. "What black hell did ye come from?" Scourge muttered under his breath, visibly paling as he watched Janus cut himself. "You're a few cards short of a full deck eh?" He asked, shaking his head. Scourge kept his eye on Janus until he had left, before continuing on to the upper deck.

@Charlotte, sense motive!

Plugg leaned in so that only Charlotte could hear, "Day's nearly over, I'll only ask once more." He waved her off, "Report ta the Lower Deck, a swab by the name o' Rosie. Finish up down there an' report back 'ere in an hour." He emphasized his request by turning over an hourglass, the sand quickly spilling into the empty glass. "Don't dally." He added with a sinister grin.

"No, no poison. Why are you stealing mate, when you know what the Pirate laws are like, better to find some nice goody goody place where the most they do is throw you in jail. So how long till they keel haul you? Maybe I can get something for you in the mean time."

Scoundrel will gather up the things he found and take them straight to the quartermaster when time allows and try to sell them for his gear back and maybe a smoke or drink for Magpie

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 20 Wow, I got his number, apparently. I'll wait for the result of this before I react.

@Charlotte, from Mr. Pluggs posture and tone you can easily determine that he enjoys causing pain and suffering in others, and intends to do so to you.

@Scoundrel, the store closes in the evening, so shopping can only take place during the day and is a Daily Action. Since you worked diligently today, the soonest you can sell the goods is tomorrow during the day. You'll have to take a Shop Daytime Ship Action.

"Soon as the day is done, I reckon." Jakes tried squinting again, but in the damned darkness he couldn't make out a shadow. "Ye could do me a mercy, an' kill me now." He offered, barely a whisper.

I don't think it takes a Sense Motive check to figure that one out, hah!

"Will do." Charlotte replies, refusing to give Plugg the benefit of a reaction.

Charlotte heads below deck as instructed, seeking out the aforementioned Rosie, and keeping an eye out for a potential location to hang her hammock.

"I believe if I did that then I'd be the one in trouble. I've already got a beating coming this eve for mouthing off. Mercy killing you, well that might just get me more punishment..."

WOULD it get Scoundrel in trouble if he killed Magpie as a mercy?
Profession sailor check. 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Scoundrel will gather up the things he found and put them in his locker for tomorrow, but only after making sure noone is watching him.

The servant of Besmara grins and nods.

"We'll see what sort of blessings Besmara brings tomorrow, hmm?"

"Maybe, or I could be the only sane person you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. Things move out in the dark, only those who truly open their eyes will be strong enough to survive the coming horrors."

@Charlotte, he's trying to be sly. :P Also this scene with Rosie would be happening after she had spoken with Ignatius, but if you two would like, you can both bump into one another while setting up your hammocks.

Charlotte finds Rosie on the lower Deck stitching some sails, as Charlotte makes her way down the stairs, Rosie looks up and waves Charlotte over. "Yer belongings." Rosie jumps off the barrel she was sitting on and gathers up a bundle of sails and some rope. "Lash yourself up off of one of these posts." She turned and motioned to the rows of hammocks behind them. All were made from scraps of sails sewn together, and lashed to one of the many posts and nails. "Got a bucket and hammer here when you find your spot."

@Scoundrel, there are a few lockers in the crew area on the lower deck, there are some empty ones, but no spare locks. You would know that you have to provide your own lock if you wanted to lock the locker. To your other question, yes, if you were caught then you would be keelhauled.

Jakes sighed, "Can't blame a man fer tryin'." He looked stark, and sat quietly for a bit. After a bit he sang old sea songs, his gruff and raspy voice breaking at times as he shed a tear.

@Iggy, see my ooc convo with Charlotte if you want to create a potential RP here. Also Scoundrel in the bilges.

"Aye, we shall!" She added with a wink, and picked back up her stitch-work. "Ah, before I forget. Grab that bundle there." Rosie pointed to a bundle of sail and rope at her feet. "You'll need to lash up your hammock."

@Janus

Scourge's brow furrows, and he quietly slips back upstairs wearing the worried look on his face.

In the galley, an overweight man is wrestling with a pig. From the man's belt hangs several knives, a mallet, and a spoon. "Grok, give an ol'man a hand with this hog?" He cried out. The man's apron was covered in sweat stains and blood stains, and smelled strongly of rum.

Standing in a doorway nestled in the back left of the galley was a half-ork female; gangly and thin, missing her right tusk. Around her waist hung a row of finely crafted throwing axes. She simply shook her head at the cook, "Ambrose, why don't you wait till that new mate shows up? I've got to clean up the mess your pigs made in my shop!"