Kithranna will approach Antal.
Antal, I see you getting along with most of the crew quite nicely. And well I don't know if you notice but I am not. Since we arrived together and you stood with us when those thugs wanted to make trouble, I thought maybe we could help each other out, I'll have your back in any scrape.
Well think on that.
After Kithranna will go to bed.
After listening to Kithranna, Antal responds, "Of course, I believe we will all need to come together if we are to survive Harrigan and his lackies. I am working on getting our equipment back, but it is slow going. Maybe tomorrow we can work with Ondir and anyone else willing to help to acquire some more of our possessions. I will let you know. Goodnight, friend."
After finding out about the crew and officer positions, Antal retires for the night. I must speak with Ondir and Riffelan first thing tomorrow.
It seemed like the Lucky Sea B*tch had been waiting for hours. She always got excited when a decidedly exciting plot came to mind. More over a chance to punish the guiltily stupid cravens of the world always had the same effect upon her. So it was a pouncing, joyful, and dancing woman that Grok laid eyes on when she finally came to the supply room.
Calm down you idiot, this one isn’t all for bubbly joy, she can cleave you just as easy as that fool Elf. Gozreh, Besmara, bloody hell Asmodius thank you, whoever, gave him the idea to back off. A thousand praises that he used good judgment then.
Calming down, smoking the leavings of another’s cigar Riffelan nodded at the Quartermaster.
Good to see you again Grok. Chopped any trees lately? smiling with the jest.
You will find the money I promised you in the tan calf skin purse with the red drawstring. It should be attached to the inside of a quiver with arrows felted in hawks feathers. she said knowing Grok was probably wanting to get to business.
She waited patiently for Grok to fetch her items, taking a peek around the supply room.
Grok smiles at Riffelan, if one can call that what she does an attempt at smiling.
Good to see ya, b1tch. Here is your stuff. Buddies of mine get it for free and thanks for the five gold. Have fun with the weapons and gut some landlubbers for me.
She gives Riffelan her complete original equipment.
Landlubbers, and the weak minded. Oh Grok how much for that dagger? No the, cinquedea, yes that one. Oh and that knife there on the left?
The Lucky Sea B*tch shells out what is asked for the blade.
One more thing Grok, would you happen to have any Oil of Tagget? smiling with a very mischievous grin.
Daggers are 2 gold. As for the poison... let me think about it...
regular skill bonus, plus CHA bump from rum still in effect as far as I know.
Riff certainly buys the daggers. Smiling that dastardly smile she slides them in her sash, hand returning with the gold.
Grok offers Riffelan a single dose of oil of taggit for 90 gold pieces.
But be careful girl. The officers' meals are always tested by the captain's cabin maid... just in case you want to play some tricks on certain whip-wielding ar5eh0les...
As you go after your daytime's work, young Jack Scrimshaw rushes onto deck and whispers something to Mister Plugg.
After that, Mr. Plugg gathers volunteers from all over the ship. With an evil grin, he adresses a certain group of newbies: Antal, Ondir, Valen, Riffelan and Kithranna.
You guys. Thank you for volunteering. You will go down in the bilges and not come out until whatever is there is dead. Pun intended.
Visibly proud of his witty comment, he seems to wait for your ever so slightly sign of disobedience...
Work: Upper rigging
Climb
P. Sailor
Perception
Hmmm, something dangerous in the bilges. Jack there says he got bit by something big while hunting rats, we might need weapons for this. Mr Plugg intends to send us down there, supposedly unarmed? I though keeping crew alive was important, yet he seems keen to get us killed. Ondir turns towards Mr Plugg and says, "Aye aye sir, down to the bilges to kill something. One thing sir, how do ye expect us to be killing it? The quartermaster is holding onto our gear. We could try to serve it some of Antal's cooking, but it'll probably survive and be mad at us for it. Maybe if we had clubs or something, I wouldn't have to talk it to death."
Work Hauling rope and Knot work
Work diligently
Strength Con
Perception
Damn these infernal ropes. I really hate working on these damn ropes. I mean how do they go from being coiled all nice and neat to a hang man's noose. If something exciting doesn't happen soon. I am just going to have to find a way off this bloody boat. I still need to get my father's bow and my mother's book first.
Aye, Aye Mister Plugg. I shall go to the quarter master immediately, and request the gear needed for such an endeavor.
Kithranna will start to head to Grok with an evil grin on his face.
Finally something exciting, something to kill. It has been what a week since I have felt the felt the blood on some creature on my hands, hear it cry out in pain as the death throes take it. This will be, dare I say, FUN!
@Grok
Em, thanks for the warning. I suspected as much. Keep it safe for me I will be back later and pick it up. Thank you again my friend. I shall think on and remember some more stories and songs for tomorrow eve.
Departing from the Supply Room she heads to bed.
On the following morning.
Perception
Work Hunting Pests, Dexterity Check
Gather Infromation Timehours, Diplomacy increase the latter by 1 if they are men.
As of getting assigned the extra duties.
Ah, bloody hell! What’s next, cheese making. These cretins need to drown choking on there own bile. This feels like a trap. Smile on dogs, we will smash this trap.
There is a flickering of doubt on her face. The doubt deepening on her face to a frown of worry.
Bluff
She turns to Kithrana seeing him leave.
Hey Kith! she yells, light on her feet she catches up.
Grok isn’t fond of you if that’s where yer going. Never-the-less I got this for’ya, if it does you well. I would hope that you never hesitate with it. Call it a making up for my harsh words last night.
Planting a kiss on his cheek, she slides a blade into his palm, more shortsword than dagger really.
Besides I am useless with a hunk of iron such as that.
Antal wakes up feeling better for the lack of rum in his blood. If Ambrose is awake, I will go talk to Grok about getting some equipment back for my companions. Then we can talk about what's to be done about our situation.
Ambrose's sobriety
Seeing Ambrose slumped over the galley table, snoring loudly, Antal shakes his head and looks for his daily instructions.
Cook's mate duty
"Whew! Just some roasted veggies with salt pork. I can do that."
Profession cook check w/ shopping
Well, I would not pay money for it in a slop house, but it will have to do.
Antals throws the ingredients together in a stock pot hurriedly then heads for the quartermaster's store.
"Grok! How is my favorite half-orc doing today? Hey, I have acquired some coin finally. What would you say to five gold each for my, Ondir, and that half-elf's gear? Yeah, he's got a temper on him but I might need his capacity for violence. Plus, 15 gold can make you forget a lot, eh?"
Diplomacy check with 1st Adaptable Luck
Mr. Plugg puts on a false grin as Ondir asks him. You can go to the storage and get yourself a board from the repair-supplies. Use it to smash those things down there to bloody pulp.
As Riffelan and Kithranna meet at Grok's Store, Antal joins them.
"My lady! Kithranna! If you two would mind waiting a few while I speak with the quartermaster."
Antal speaks with Grok and retrieves the gear for all but Valen.
"I hear we have an exciting new assignment. This equipment might give us the edge that Scourge hopes to keep from us."
"Aye, Aye sir. Beat it with a board. I'll get the others and head down right away." Ondir says as he's heading down. Just don't think me defenseless, stupid cur. I just hope the others had better luck than I had. He catches up on his way down, seeing the others on the mid deck. "Ahoy mates, looks like mister Plugg thinks a board to be the right weapon. I don't agree, but I'll work with whatever I have. Any luck? We best be going down to kill these beasties soon though, I think mister Plugg is looking for a reason to whip us."
"Friend, I do believe these are yours. As soon as we get outfitted we can see what awaits us down below."
Ondir accepts the bundle of his gear. A quick glance is all it takes to look over his gear, meager as it is. "Aye, this be all that I had before. It wasn't much but it's good to have it back. Thank ye Antal, and ye too Grok. I feel better about going down and killing these beasties properly equipped."
He steps out to the main hold of the mid deck and takes about a minute to don his armor and settles his weapons at his side. "I've missed the feeling of a rapier at my side. I'm all set if the rest of ye all are." He stows the rest of the stuff into his backpack and slings it over his shoulders. I'll have to see about getting a locker, and probably a better lock later.
Looking at her ‘crewmates’ such as they are Riffelan couldn’t help but giggle a bit By the way they are fawning over there gear you would think they were making love to it
Boys, boys, had I only known this was what got your blood pumping I would have helped you out. I think we should take a minute to discuss where our strengths lie. I for one can heal a wound or two. I can even shoot with some skill. I am much better at inspiring others for great deeds as I myself am no hero. Toe to toe with an enemy I am useless. Aside from that, I smell a trap. With our ‘masters’ itching to beat someone who is to say what really awaits us. I am sure all we’re going to find is a bull rat grown vicious from drinking rum, but let’s be careful.
Riffelan helps buckle on armor and what not, completely unashamed, as these men are near strangers.
"Well, my dear, it is not the actual equipment that excites me but a feeling of control. Something we have had little of since we were press-ganged in to the service of our honorable captain. Regardless, once we are down there I will stick to the shadows. When it comes to actual battle I prefer to choose my spots, usually aiming for the flanks of our foes for precise attacks."
Fluttering her eyes.
Direct aren’t you. I like your tone littleman. Though honorable is streching the truth so far, I can't even get it down. And I swallow everything. Ondir tells me that he is a holy man, but I have never seen a man of faith with such a slim blade as that on his hip. The ‘devoted’ I a familiar with are either up to there noses in drink or wielding some fancy club. So why the blade my friendly fish?
"I don't know much about the captain but some of his officers certainly aren't. Though I agree it's been the lack of control, the gear is just one simple aspect of it and one small gain in that." He turns towards Riffelan and says, "You clearly know little of the Pirate Queen and preferable combat in and on the sea. The Pirate Queen's favored weapon is a blade such as this, thus I will wield the same. My fighting style leans in that direction as well, those fancy clubs are bulky and troublesome. Especially fighting under the waves or in tight quarters one would want a thrusting weapon such at this or a stabbing weapon like a dagger. The sea resists the force one would put into a swinging weapon like other sword or clubs. Though I imagine breathing might be more pressing for some people." Ondir grins as he makes that remark and comments, "I don't have a problem with that particular issue of fighting underwater."
Ondir looks over both Antal and Riffelan and continues, "I'm fine with getting into the fray, but I'm not as hardy or well armored as some are. I have some healing ability, but not as much as a normal priest. There is one thing that's hard to explain, you'll see the effects of it for sure, but be aware that I don't make idle threats of my patron's judgements. I am one of her enforcers and have some authority in those matters."
He turns to look towards Kithranna, "How about you?"
Well met Antal. I thank you for your kind service and I always pay my debts. Kithranna will put 20 gold in Antal's hand. I believe I owe Mister Plugg a debt as well and I will surely pay him back at the appropriate time.
Kithranna gladly accepts Riffelan's help with the armor.
Riffelan I would like nothing more than to practice thrusts and parry's with you at a later time.
For me in a fight I prefer my bow. But I will stand up and be the front of our team when there is killing that needs to be done.
I say let's be done with this quickly. I would like to have more of that piss water they call rum. So far it has been the only thing worth doing on this boat, except possibly Riff.
The bilges are heated up by the sun and breathing is troublesome here. The stink of brackish, salty water fills the air. The bilges are, at a glance, dark and silent.
Antal will go in first once someone else has secured a light source. With dagger in hand, Antal slowly climbs down the ladder to the bilges. He stops at the bottom to get a better look at the situation. I hope whatever is down here does not have a taste for Hin meat.
Perception check
"Anyone got a light, I don't need it but ye others might." Ondir looks around to see if there are any light sources in the lower hold where the crew bunks. Once we figure that out he'll follow Antal down. He'll step away from the ladder to allow other people down and draw his rapier.
Perception check
Emm, interesting fishman. They put a blade in your hand you become quite the arrogant pr*ck.
Kithranna’s words bring an honest smile to Riff’s face, and the final jest is rewarded with a snorting funny little laugh. Laying her head on his shoulder from behind Riffelan gives a little hug then smacks the elf on the butt, hard.
Up and att’em boys let’s get down there.
Riffelan pulls out her whip. Perception
Looks like I owe you something later to Riff
On the way down to the bildge area Kithranna will grab a lantern.
After he is down the stairs he will keep the lantern in his left and draw his Axe with his right.
Perception
Initiative check
Initiative check
Initiative check
As the four new recruits clamber down into the bilges, everything is silent at first. The terrible heat down there makes the skin sticky from sweat, but it seems, that there is no time to complain about temperature.
Through the knee-high water, half a dozen furry things scuttle around and start to attack, hissing and splashing.
1: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
2: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
3: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
6: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
5: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
4: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
K-nature
Attack number 4 Axe, Boarding To hit; Miss Chance; Dam if hit
K-nature
Ondir watches as the rats ambush him, but they don't score a hit. "Beasts should know their place, I call down judgment upon ye rats." Ondir uses a swift action to begin Judgment, selecting justice.
Attack number 6 with rapier. To hit; Miss Chance; Dam if hit;
Ondir strikes towards the rat but just hits the water next to it as the light reflects on the surface of the water.
"Filthy creatures! I really loathe Scourge right about now."
Antal stabs at rat number 1 with the dagger in hand while fighting defensively.
Attack:
Antal growls in frustration from missing the damnable vermin.
Ouch, you little f*cker. Snapping her arm back unable to avoid the buckteeth of the horrible vermin. The beast was dragged out of the water not wanting to let go. Ondir’s blade slashed the water where it had been a moment ago. Shaking her arm vigorously the rat dropped back in the water.
Fortitude Save. I am not sure if they actually have filth fever, some Dire Rats do not. To save time here it is. Onset days.
Draping her whip across her shoulders she draws her dagger and in one fluid motion stabs at the accosting rat.
Stabbing Number 6 , Miss Chance , Damage
2: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
6: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
Antal moves to flank rat number 3, provoking attacks of opportunity from rats 1 and 2. Then he lunges at rat number 3 trying to pierce the little devil's heart.
"Hah! First blood is mine, lady and gentlemen!"
Loosing sight of the rat he just attacked as it bobs under the glare of the water Ondir turns toward the other rat just in time to see Antal score a fine hit on it. His distraction rewards him with a bite to his leg. "I think the rats got first blood, but good move there Antal."
Fort save
Ondir glances between rats 3 and 6 deciding which to strike.
Seeing Antal move into flanking and scoring a good hit, Ondir will attempt to put one of the rats down for good so he focuses his attack on rat number 3 as well.
Hoping to return the hit, he once again strikes out at rat number 6, who is being flanked by Riffelan.
To hit with judgment and flanking; miss chance; damage if hit
Bite again 5 of 8, Riffelan begins to wonder if she should run for the door.
Tries to hit 6 again, flanking or not I am adding flanking for now. , miss chance , for
She yells at Kith
Step to your right, in front of me!
If he does Riff, deftly moves to the square he as in previously.
Acrobatics tumbling, but with this its more in like dancing
If Kith does not, then the same thing but right in front of 5, between it and the Elf.
No need to yell little miss, I got you.
Fort Save
Attack number 4 Axe, Boarding To hit ; Miss Chance ; Dam if hit
Tumble to the square above Riff
Acrobatics
Ondir help Antal, I don't like how he backed himself into a corner.
Antal
Antal moves through the high-water, but the liquid slows him down that much, that the dire rats in front of him use the opportunity to sink their horrible teeth into soft halfling meat:
1: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
2: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
As Antal sticks his blade deep into the rat's maw, it tries to bite him with its last breath, fighting like devil. Its two packmates join the dying beast:
1: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
2: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
3: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
After this, the wounded rat rears up in one last spasm and then finally collapses.
4: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
5: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
6: attack , damage if hit: , confirmation if threat , additional damage if success:
With Besmara's aid, Ondir delivers a cruel cut using his rapier to a rat (3 hp left).
Kithranna, most experienced warrior of the four, swings his axe fast and hard and hacks right into a dire rat's neck. The beast goes down instantly, his last sound being a hiss. Blood sprays forth as the axe nearly decapitates the animal, leaving Kithrannas face red with gore.
Riffelan, moves as above,Fighting Defense, AC 18. Please move her to the square to the left of Kith.
5 of 8 HP
Riffelan, moves as above,Fighting Defense, AC 18. Please move her to the square to the left of Kith.
5 of 8 HP