Bellamy drinks deeply of the rum...
Fail! He takes Con damage.
Gain alchemical bonus to Charisma for 8 hours.
Fail! He's fatigued.
Thus fortified, Bellamy again takes the stage to make another attempt to entertain with ribald stories of his fictitious adventures.
It's a good crowd tonight, the stories of waking up drunk in amusing places is good for much laughter.
After which he hits his hammock for what rest he can get.
Unable to get comfortable in the sweatbox, Morgan grimaces in pain while he fumes about the situation he has found himself in. Being on this ship was getting to him more and more. Pluggs and Scourge didn't care about keeping a healthy crew, but just wanted to execute their own vicious pleasures. And while the Captain seemed to be the voice of reason so far, Morgan wasn't sure whether the man cared what happened to his crew or not. Laying his head against the metal of the box, the world started to feel like a daze as he thought on the way things were going on this ship.
Renzuran sips his rum tonight, not wishing to compound the fatigue he had already built up from the day's activities.
Afterwards he turns in to get some rest for what is likely to be another hard day on the rigging.
Its late at night when Morgan is released from the sweat box. Sandara, kroop, Grok and, the Captain are all there to great him as he steps out. With a nod from the Captain Sandara starts healing Morgan back to full health. 'There's a ship ahead of us and I want it taken. Get below deck and sleep well for tomorrow will be a busy day." With that the captain walks off.
"The plan is to have the crew hit hard tomorrow evening so you have some time but, be ready when the time comes." Sandara whispers.
"Tell your friends to stop by tomorrow to get all there gear back. Can't have any of you at less then full strength.' Gork states as she waves dragging Kroop off for some drinks.
The next day Every one is working hard and the distance between the ships is becoming less and less.
Still upset at being thrown in the sweatbox, Morgan simply nods his head in confirmation before heading to his bunk to sleep. He wasn't really sure why the Captain had let him off with no further punishment, maybe he had realized that to sack a ship while a man laid in the sweatbox was foolish. Whatever the reason, Morgan would swallow his anger for now and follow the Captain's orders.
Sandara's healing allows him to have enough energy to wake early, before the rest of the crew. Moving to the bunk of each of his friends, he wakes them individually. Whispering Kroop's message to each of them, he will then go about his task of helping the Wormwood get closer to the other ship. Sometime during the day, he makes sure to stop by the Quartermaster's shop, picking up his items and putting them on. Still uncertain of the fate of Syl and Fipps, Morgan keeps his eyes open and sticks close to either Sandara of his friends when possible.
Glad to feel the weight of his armor and the familiar grip of his cutlass once more, Morgan slips his blade into its sheath as they prepare to attack. Before the attack commences, Morgan makes sure to steal a quick kiss from Sandara, saying with a mischevious grin, "Ta get a bit o' Besmara's luck."
Climbing up from below deck, Renzuran cracks his neck and looks to the horizon. The targeted ship is getting closer and if he's going to be ready to board with the others, he'll need his gear.
Stopping by the quartermaster's Darber is relieved to find that he is able to retrieve his weapons without incident. Crossbow, club, dagger, and of course the rapier...he unsheathes the blade and inspects the edge. Even after all this time in storage it still carries a wicked edge, and he smiles, that lopsided grin slightly unnerving to those who witness it.
He straps down his gear, grips his holy symbol in a moment of quiet prayer for the coming pillaging, and runs to take his position for the oncoming raid.
Hardly sleeping the night before the battle, Servi wakes hardly cognizant of her surroundings. She steadies herself and maneuvers listlessly through the decks before finding the hold and creeping in. She creeps her way towards her familiar's tank, careful to not make any sounds, but as she finally reaches the tank she falls, crashing to the stained wooden floor and begins sobbing.
Stifling her cries, Servi reaches up and places her hand on the glass tank's facade. "They tell me I'm going to have to fight today. Hell, they even let me go back to Grok to get that stupid crossbow that captain... captain... blast it's only been a week and I can't even remember his name. It feels like it's been a month. That old pricey crossbow he gave me. He said it works underwater, but whatever. There's no way I'd be able to get you out of here, but I'll need your help. I'll need to survive today... so I can get revenge on the bastards who whipped me. They'll pay... they'll all pay."
1 - Frostbite, Hypnotism, Ray of Enfeeblement
After some time waiting Riaris Krine walks over to the group. Her mood foul and the words that came out of her mouth more so. "You good for nothing landy's haven't even gotten properly trained by me yet and your about to see your first pillaging. It would be best if you lot stayed out of the way. However, Cap-n wants you lot to hold the Aft deck and sterncastle of there ship. that much should be simple enough for you lot." A few moments pass and she speaks up again "Ah and don't let anyone escape the ship. We be aiming to take that ship for ourselves and will need all the crew we can get from whats left after the fight. I'll leave how you do it to you. more deaths means less profit for all. WE CLEAR!!!"
Hearing that the Captain wants prisoners, Morgan glances at his cutlass before speaking up. "If tha Captain wants us ta be takin' prisoners, ya think we can get a few saps ta knock 'em out instead o' riskin' guttin' them on our blades?"
Morgan says this while he limbers up a bit, attempting to get the stiffness out of his muscles
Servi Pipes up from the back of the group. "Who are these men we'll be "pillaging?" What flag do they sail under, or are they just brigands like yourselves?"
Renzuran leans back against a railing and merely listens to the group ask their queries. As for him, he was indifferent. A ship needed taking, aft deck and sterncastle were to be held, keep the deaths to a minimum, don't let anyone escape; seemed simple enough. Who they were boarding was almost irrelevant in his mind. Pillaging was a sacred duty in and of itself.
No-Eyes thought about the coming fight. He had no dispute with other sailors, but if he had to fight for his shipmates, he would do it.
Krine starts to walk off turning to Morgan "You'll have to go by one from Grok. With that she stalks off, her conversation finished with you all and finds another group to pass orders to. The other officers are very active as they wait for the other vessel to finally come within range. The crew is ready with all manor of boarding equipment. Peppery can be seen on the forecastle, standing there ready to act.
In time the vessel now identifiable as a rahadoumi vessel closes to within a close firing range. At exactly that moment the ship cannon go off and the opposing ship's crew open fire as well. A moment later, Peppery goes into a fury of casting and the rahadoumi ship is covered no in a blanket of fog. As the ships move closer and closer together, the rahadoumi vessel sails out of one cloud only to be trapped in another.
The ships finally come near enough that the pirates begin hooking the two vessels together. As the ships come together pirates swarm over the rails onto the other ship, Captain Harrigan at the front, all of them disappearing into the fog.
Rushing off to catch Grok, Morgan fishes out a coin to get a sap. Returning to his position, he charges onto the rahadoumi vessel, headed for the sterncastle of the ship, Morgan charges the stair, lashing out with his newly procured sap at the sword wielding Rahadoumi.
Tevyn, not remembering much of what happened thinks To survive a ship wreck and then end up captive, maybe I should've stayed in the Navy, mah, wonder when we'll be fed...
He then feels the tremor of the two ships being pulled together and gets tossed a little in on the floor, "You clowns gonna give us sum chow or what?" he says to his captors.
Hopping on the deck of the enemy ship, Servi can't help but stare around fascinated at the broiling chaos surrounding her. The screams of cries of bloodied, murdered men fills the air, the fog seeming almost a contradiction as it stands resolute and constant in the storm of violence.
"Okay, Servi, focus, you can do this. Concentrate. First priority; disable enemy healers."
Servi spies the enemy holding the religious icon in a defensive stance and Servi moves forward to try and disable him before he can do any damage. For less than a moment a red flag pops up in her mind that almost makes her falter, "Rahadoumi, but a cleric..." She regains her composure however and continues her attack, reaching out to the mind of the enemy cleric willing exhaustion and tiredness, trying to force the man into a willful sleep like so many of her previous patrons before him. Different circumstances, same concept.
Seeing Morgan charge into the vessel, Renzuran figures that he's less likely to get overwhelmed if he sticks close to somebody else. Club in hand, he follows after the fighter to the stairs, not bothering to purchase a sap from Grok as he lacks experience with the weapon.
While Morgan attacks the Rahadoumi swordsman directly, Darber sidles up from another direction and calls upon one of Besmara's gifts: a hand charged with chaotic energy that can curse his foe with misfortune.
As Morgan rushes up the Rahadoumi swordsman swings his sword in greeting. "Attack this ship will you. You bloody Pirates are going to pay dearly." However both men's weapons clash together both having done no damage to the other. The claric of the group raises his holy symbol and starts to chant however, Servi's hex reaches him first and he falls to the floor deep asleep. As Servi's target slumps down the man nest to her turns and with a few waves of his hand a needle strikes her dealing 5 points of damage.
Renzuran seeing a moment of clarity among-st the chaos rushes the second stairway casting as he does. The soldier also swings at him in greeting but, his aim is off as the ships take a sudden jolt. Sandara, Grok and Cog take the opportunity to run into the captains quarters and down the stairs...
The two marksmen on the sterncastle picked there targets and with the sound of thunder there muskets go off. However, only one bullet is felt as it passes Morgans side. There coursing of the fog reminds the lot of you of Krine as they curse and yell.
The sudden jolt of the ship makes the sailor watching over the Rahadoumi prisoners stagger into bars of the cell and then onto his sword as three unknown persons approach. The man is with in reach but, these three are armed and look ready to kill when there eyes fall on the group. "Hello hello, what have we here..." Grok growls but, her growl starts to turn into a half smile. "Prisoners or mutiners? you think? She turns to Sandara and Cog "What do you two say we do with them?...
Prisoners, me drank too much grog and well I woke up in chains... Sometimes things happens, HAHAHAHA ken ya set me free I is real good wit de drum and rapier... says Tevyn.
First, casts Shield of Faith. AC now 18.
With a yell, No-Eyes swings on a line across to the sterncastle of the other ship, landing in a convenient space next to the railing.
Once there, he draws his belaying pin and waives it about, shouting; "Avast there ye lubbers! And heave to while yer about it!"
Sitting in the corner of the cell knees up by her chest sits a girl with scraggly black hair with a single pig tail of one side and the remains of the other off kilter(apperently the band to hold it together not working so well). she is dressed in what looks like a tattered and dirty jester's tunic covered in old blood stains and black pants. she wears no shoes.
as the others come down below decks and come into view she seems to continously scan the room for something she can use to defend herself.
eyeing a cut piece of rope on the deck, that will do she thinks to herself. waiting for the right moment and if she needs to she will use that rope to her advantage.
but until then she sits and mumbles.
Just a little closer...just a little closer...just a little closer
When the Rahadoumi's attack misses him, Renzuran suddenly winks out of existence and immediately appears to his foe's left.
Hoping to bank on the man's confusion, Darber brings his club in a sideways swing in an attempt to strike the man's head, hoping to knock him out.
Servi screams in pain and staggers back a few steps. "Oh, f*** you scum!"
She staggers back and tries to find some cover. In the meanwhile, she wills the same kind of sleep to fall under the caster who blasted her.
THe explosion of the guns startling Morgan a bit, he grips as he shouts, "We pay ta be paid ya lubber! Now go ta sleep like a good little boy." Gripping his newly bought sap, Morgan swings in an attempt to knock the swordsman out.
'We be prisoners fo shor...and lookin ta git oudda deez ere cell'
The Rahadoumi swordsman aells out in pain as Morgans sap hits its mark. The man looks back at Morgan after a moment of pain his eyes seem to be glazed over in a fit of rage and swings his sword this time it finds its mark. The wizard of the group starts to wave his hand again but, this time however, is cut short as he slumps down fast asleep.
Renzuran in his grid lock with the man on the second stair well starts to gain the advantage as his weapon finds its mark and the other mans weapon doesn't find his.
The two marksmen on the sterncastle again fire off there weapons both however, miss there mark again.
two boats sit on the side of the ship both are your average long boat.
Gork gets a slight jab from Cog "Grok they be telling the truth. Look this gear looks warn down only a pirate of our lovely seas would ever use such ... things. Grok turn to look at Cog who had started helping himself to your gear... "Get out of there! She yells. "But, your point well taken. You three gear up and be ready for Sandara here to lead you back out onto deck. I think the newbees may find good friends out of these three... " They both smile and Sandara nods. Sandara then gets the keys from the dead soldier and opens the jail. "Ok you three grab your gear and get ready. You heard the quartermaster. Well be heading on deck to help capture the Aft deck and sterncastle. Any questions feel free to ask as you get ready." She smiles friendly and opens the gate wide open.
Not seeing any enemies, No-Eyes goes looking. He'll keep the railing on his right as he goes.
Getting used to the rhythm of combat now, Renzuran disappears once again as the Rahadoumi's blade fails to connect, focusing on materializing in the space in sight behind him. Starting low and putting his weight into it, he brings the club in a rising backswing, intending to strike the man across the jaw as he turns around to face him.
[dice=Perception]1d20+3
Not seeing any enemies, No-Eyes goes looking. He'll keep the railing on his right as he goes.
Grunting at the hit, Morgan nonetheless smiles as he sees Renzuran appear behind the swordsman. Taking advantage of the priest's strategic location, Morgan strikes out again with his sap.
After neutralizing the two casters, at least for a few more moments,
Seeing Renzuran twisting in the space around the Rahadoumi on the second stairwell, Servi moves into position and casts an incantation to sap the strength from the brigand.
Exiting the cell Eugeni starts to gather his equipment and put it on.
"Damn, but iz gud ta get otta da cell an strech...even better to get some payback."
Sasha is last to leave the cell still eyeing her rescuers with a touch of suspicion.
hope it isn't out of the pan and into the fire
Not to much of the equipment is Sasha's but of everything that is there she immediately grabs a small locket and puts it on. seems it holds more importance that anything else she owns.
So she says addressing her rescuers. who might you guys be? Sasha is eyeing up the recuers trying to guage why they were set free.
Tevyn scrambles to get kitted up and his beloved darbukka. Afterwards he cracks his knuckles, warming up with some flammed doubles and then says, Methanks ya kindly, lets getta outa here...
Again the Rahadoumi swordsman yells out as Morgans sap hits its mark. The man looks back at Morgan and falls to his knees. "I submit please no more! The man begs. The claric of the group again starts to show signs of life as the spells effects start to fade.
Renzuran's advantage in the grid lock with the man on the second stair starts to even out until one of the marksmen fires and hits Renzuran.
nothing else sticks out to you.
Sandara turns to Sasha "Pirates looking to tak this ship and as much of the crew as possible into our fold. You help us now and I am sure you'll get rewarded by the cap-n. As she looks around she catches 3 soldiers running up the steps. After them! can't let them excape! As she yells this they burst through the door and onto the main deck. All three make a mad dash for the side of the ship. Where two of them start to free the first of two long boats... The last man looks ready to fight off any aggressors and he moves his weapon as such.
Sasha makes her way to the main deck after the three attempting to get away.
Seeing them attempt to let go the long boat.
Sasha chants in abyssal.
oh no you don't
and immediately the rope one of the men was untieing springs to life to entwine itself around him.
With a salute to his liberators he says, "Ahrite yo ah den. Sounz gud to me."
Following Sasha to the main deck he sees her try to entangle the guarding solider. "Daz afine trick yo got der. Empressive, bud ize got atrick too."
As Eugweni speaks the air around him starts to move faster and faster, turning into a forceful wind. The wind circles him and he points at the soldiers by the long boat and the wind and cloud race towards the soldier.
[dice=Wind Blast(1st soldier)]1d20+4[/dice]
[dice=Wind Blast(2nd soldier)]1d20+4[/dice]
"Har! Got ye now!"
No-Eyes cheerfully rolls in behind a foe to flank and clubs him from behind with his belaying pin.
for a possible sneak attack bludgeoning damage (nonlethal).
Tevyn with darbukka in hand starts playing a tune(casts Inspire Courage on Sasha)
Doum ta tek,doum da doum ta tek doum.... :l
We's got da rush, we's got da feel, Sasha duhn't hear no s ill sings Tevyn in concert with his beat.[/b]
[ooc]+1 bonus on morale, attack and damage rolls[/]
"AAAGH!"
Renzuran cries out as the slug strikes him in the torso. Through sheer luck, it seemed to have glanced off of one of the studs in his leather armor and avoided doing internal damage, but it still hurt like hell.
Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, he squinted toward the shooter and made a decision.
Looking that the Rahadoumi swordsman for an instant, he exclaims, " T'row ya blade down! Ye better be sure and NOT have a change o' heart matey, O' me and ol' Gertrude here will have ta pay ya a visit!" Morgan says this as he indicates the cutlass hanging from the scabbard at his hip. After the swordsman drops his blade, Morgan pushes past the rahadoumi, Moving closer to the nearest caster.
Hearing Morgans words the man drops his weapon and stays low. The Rahadoumi swordsman and Renzuran's continue there tug of war so to speak to gain the upper hand but, neither pulls ahead so far. The cleric backs up as Morgan starts to close in on the fellow. His wizard friend however casts magic missile as he gets up aiming for Morgan. Having become very aggression on there cleric the group of gunmen turn there focus on Morgan and hit the poor Man HARD. The after shock of the shot leaves little in the way of understanding that if those gun shot hit more things could, and may turn ugly fast if not handled.
The men work on the long boats rapidly as a gust of wind knocks one backwords Tripping one up and pushing the other into the ropes of Sasha's spell tangling them both up for the moment... As the wind disperses so does one of the fog spells, at lest for know.
Perception
Among the chaos and fighting all but, Sasha and Ranzuran notice Captain Barnabus Harrigan running twords the group. what looks to be a human heart in one hand and his sword in the ather. As he gets closer one of the Rahadoumi swordsman brakes free from the chaos and starts to catch up to the captain from behind. The captain looks to be unaware of the man approaching him.
Seeing the man with a heart and sword about to be attacked from behind Eugeni quickly whips his arms around above him, bending at the waist so that his torso can follow the path his arms create. In response to his movements a small cloud begins to gather above his head. Yelling at the man being chased he throws the cloud at the pursuer. "Oye, awatch dat stern of urs der!"
[dice=Storm Burst-touch attack]1d20+3[/dice]