
Jym Withawye |

Other than Vark, there are no opponents left standing, right? Who else is still alive on this deck?

Kirth Gersen |

There's Vark and two prone followers still. The prone guys are terrified of Uro; they fumble to reload their crossbows, hoping to shoot him before he comes back and kills them both:
1d20 + 0 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 0 - 2 = 171d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 81d20 + 0 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 0 - 2 = 01d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
He's hit! 8 damage

Jym Withawye |

I'm going to have to see what Uro, Korynne, and Tombrose do, first. I'll try to check back frequently.

Jym Withawye |

I'm going to have to see what Uro, Korynne, and Tombrose do, first. I'll try to check back frequently.
So... I stopped checking back *frequently* two days ago.

Uro Taraka |

If Uro can reach on of the downed thugs without crossing the grease, he lashes out at the one who hit him with the bolt. Turning his axe a bit to just knock him out.
Non Lethal Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Damage: 2d8 + 11 ⇒ (1, 8) + 11 = 20
With some annoyance that these outmatched fools won't just leave, Uro shouts out to the prone thugs. "Flee and keep your lives, stay and die!!"

Kirth Gersen |

Uro strolls over to the prone would-be sniper and clobbers him upside the head with the flat of his axe. The thug sags into unconsciousness.
Meanwhile, the last of Vark's gang, still prone in the grease, attempts to slide on his belly, penguin-like to the railing, with the obvious intent of jumping overboard.

Korynne the Well Read |

With Vark drooling and the last scallywag sliding toward the ship's side, Korynne quickly darts toward the stairs to the lower deck, trying to surreptitiously peep in and see if there are any other threats lurking in ambush.
Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Kirth Gersen |

A bedraggled-looking tropical bird flies out as Korynne peeks down into the hold, startling her. As her eyes adjust to the dim light, it's clear the need for stealth is past. There is a large wicker cage, suitable to hold the bug-thing; the door to this cage sags ajar with a broken latch. There are dozens of other, smaller cages in the hold -- some with frightened, shrieking wildlife, some broken open and containing the remnants of their former contents, evidently torn apart by the bug's palps and jaws.

Jym Withawye |

Letting his fiddle fall silent, Jym states, "Let the thugs go. If we can secure, Vark, I can convince him to see the error of his ways! Well, the error of one of his ways. The 'error of his way?'
"Anyway, singular.
"Anyways, singular?"

Jym Withawye |
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Jym slays Stuffy Grammarian. One foot on her corpse's head, he raises his fiddle into the air and roars.

Jym Withawye |

Korynne is a linguistic descriptivist, and recognizes both forms of the word as natural permutations of the language. :D
Dang, Jym needs to get that feat.
Anyway, I'm assuming we're letting the other two thugs go?

Jym Withawye |

"Sure, sure, take a moment. Back in Greenfields, we used to take moments all the time! Why, my dear old Auntie Uncleroy was known for her moments! She would take a moment and keep them in a special pocket in her apron. Pass them around to the children during the holidays. Those moments will rot your teeth, if you let them. Make sure to brush your teeth, Uro. When this grease clears, we need to tie Vark up. Preferably out of sight from the shore."
My plan is to hypnotize Vark into telling the harbor master that the Blue Nixie is actually paid off. But the spell auto-detects targets with the lowest HD first, so if anyone else is around, it might affect them, instead. Everyone else needs to be at least 25 feet away.

Uro Taraka |

Uro Taraka wrote:Can Uro "Take a breather" or is that just in combat? [/ooc]Yes, he can, but only once until the next combat.
Uro will go ahead and use it to gain back 5 HP. He'll also wait out his rage induced fatigue.
Once he's caught his breath and the grease is cleared, Uro nods to his companions, pulls a bundle of rope from his bag and uses an end to tie up the unconscious Vark. While effortlessly slinging the criminal over one shoulder, the orc starts down below deck.
"So, you know of this one Tombrose?"

Korynne the Well Read |

"Uh, who, me?" the librarian asks in response to Uro, still trying to recover her stomach from the sight of the blood and unsure who the orc is talking about. "Well, I talked to Jym there at the library, finding some maritime law sorts of things...and I just kind of figured something was up. Kind of an intuition thing. Read how to do it in an old novel. Anyway, I'm Korynne. Whatcha looking for? Exotic pets?"

Tombrose |

"Ah, he was referring to me, miss. The name's Tomas Bernard Rose. Tombrose, to those who insist upon calling a fellow by nick instead of proper names. And, yes, Uro, I know this Vark bastard. He's blacklisted at sea, and has a nasty reputation. Most likely he was given the job of impounding the Blue Nixie and decided to move in- and help himself to lady Vanderborn's payment while he was at it. He probably even used some of her money to hire some of these lowlife scum to help him keep the Nixie - the only way he'd ever be allowed on a ship is if he stole one for himself- or if the captain was as black-hearted as he." Tombrose scowls down at the unconscious fiend as he tells what he knows about the man's molestation of a cabin boy.

Jym Withawye |

"He sounds like a rich and fully-developed character.
"Let's tie him up!"
Since, Jym doesn't have any rope, he'll start searching around for some on the deck. If anyone else produces some rope, he'll yell "Hooray!", and help tie Vark up.

Jym Withawye |

"Hooray! Ok, when he wakes up, go over by the object that's 30 feet away!"
Jym takes out his water skin and starts to splash water on Vark's face.
"Come on, come on... wake up!"

Kirth Gersen |

Vark sputters and chokes a bit, but Uro hit him pretty hard, and you're thinking it make take a couple minutes longer before he regains full consciousness.
You're on a ship, so there's rope all over the place. Tombrose cautions you not to cut off any rope that seems to be attached to sails or anchors or whatever, but aside from that there are coils of rope just sitting on the deck. A lot of them are coated in tar -- for reasons that to Tombrose are second nature, and that to Jym are inscrutable.

Uro Taraka |

Uro nods to Korynne, "I am Uro. Your intuition is good. I thank you for the assistance."
The orc spits on the deck when hearing Tombroses accounting of Vark's misdeeds. "We must see to it that proper justice is served. I would execute him here, but I am unsure of this city's laws."
Looking to Jym "I don't think he will wake for some time. Let's check out below deck, make sure this is all of Vark's gang?"

Jym Withawye |

"Actually, we need to let him go!" Jym chirps, as he tries to drag Vark to the stairs that Korynne was just checking out.
"After I convince him to tell the harbormaster that his ship is paid off, of course. That's what Lady Vanderboren asked us to do, if you recall.
"Ooh! Maybe we can let her know that we've completed her task over dinner! Or a nice brunch! Maybe she'll pick up the tab!"

Uro Taraka |

Uro grunts in disapproval but doesn't argue. He then repeats this action, only forrealz this time.
Once he's caught his breath and the grease is cleared, Uro nods to his companions, pulls a bundle of rope from his bag and uses an end to tie up the unconscious Vark. While effortlessly slinging the criminal over one shoulder, the orc starts down below deck.

Jym Withawye |

Whoa, completely missed that. Sorry!

Kirth Gersen |

Uro sees what Korynne did:
There is a large wicker cage, suitable to hold the bug-thing; the door to this cage sags ajar with a broken latch. There are dozens of other, smaller cages in the hold -- some with frightened, shrieking wildlife, some broken open and containing the remnants of their former contents, evidently torn apart by the bug's palps and jaws.
There's also the remnants of a dead thug, minus one arm of course.

Kirth Gersen |

Vark carefully steps out of the grease, positioning himself so he can charge next round. He shows a smug flash of teeth. "I know a thing or two about you wizard-types," he sneers, "And once you've blown your load, you can't use the spell again for another day!"
I was so hoping you'd immediately blast Vark with the same spell again, just to make him look like even more of an idiot.

Jym Withawye |

"Nice sleuthing, team!" Jym praises as he admires the ring. "Should we search the ship? Maybe there's some evidence lying around that Lady Vanderboren did pay the fines to get her ship back. It will give me, er, us something to do while we wait for lazy Vark to wake up. Unless somebody knows how to wake him up in a hurry?
"I don't have a Greenfields story about waking up in a hurry. There's never been any need to do that."

Jym Withawye |

By now, Vark starts moaning weakly, so he's coming to. Another bucket of nice bracing sea water ought to do the trick.
While Uro is going through Vark's wallet, Jym finds a bucket of seawater and splashes it into Vark's face. If that does the trick, he'll ask Uro, Tombrose, and Korynne to move out of spell range, ineffectually pushing them, if necessary.

Jym Withawye |

He looks especially imposing because Jym is trying (and failing, probably) to push him at least 25 feet away.