Jasmine will move her self, so she is surrounded by as many rats as possible within a 5 ft radius of her, she then concentrates on her abilities and unleashes a lightning flash.
SU ability: 7/D
5ft radius,
DC 14, successful DC negates dazzled conditon.
Alternate action: Jasmine will use her club to wahck at dire rat.
Seijiro will move to flank a dire rat if possible. If flanking isn't possible, Seijiro will just attack the nearest rat.
Ned looks curiously at the woman that ran straight up to a big bunch of filthy rats.
Are ya that desperate to get a lovebite, Jasmine?
Ned looks curiously at the woman that ran straight up to a big bunch of filthy rats.
Are ya that desperate to get a lovebite, Jasmine?
"It's been a while since I've this much aciton at one time." she purrs.
Ned shouts, moving towards the rats:
Come on, buccaneers, they're nothin' but bilge rats! Besmara won't take kindly on losing good sea-men to filthy rats! She protects those she deems worthy for they may sail and plunder and bring glory to her name on the morrow!
Jasmine can target 3 rats without taking any attacks of opportunity, including the one already injured. Electricity spreads from her body and electrocutes the creatures, which shriek in agony, and one of them passes out from the pain.
Seijiro follows by moving with deft surety across the bilges and dodges behind one of the rats before burying his dagger into its spine. It falls into the water, unconscious.
The remaining four rats move to swarm both Seijiro and Jasmine, two on each of them and one leaves itself open to the kitsune's attacks . He pierces the rat's lungs with his weapon and it drops. One of the rats attempts to bite Seijiro, who dodges out of the way. The other two snap their teeth at the elven woman and while she avoids one of them, the other bites into her flesh painfully .
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, blasted rat, your going to end up in fishguts stew tonight for Scourge. Breathing out hard.
that is going to cause her some future problems with filth fever.
Round #2 Actions:
Jasmine lets another lightning blast shimmer from her slinky body,
Her move action is to retreat, without taking an AoO. If that is not avialable she will take a 5 ft step closer away from Scourge's dinner.
Amerdan moves to flank the rat behind Seijiro, attempting to move without provoking attacks of opportunity.
Ned smiles at Jasmine's rage.
Anger can be a powerful motivator. That may be useful in the future.
Make way filthy rats! Burn this trash fast and we may have a time to bathe before dinner!
Jasmine's electrical attack cooks the flesh from the two rats flanking her and Seijiro makes quick work of the last dire rat.
The smell of burnt fur and cooking meat mingles with the already terrible scent. The few rats that didn't die outright twitch under the bilge water, drowning.
"Let's search a little while we're down here... there might be some useful stuff we wouldn't have to pay Grok for." Seijiro smiles and lofts his eyebrows while his eyes twinkle acquisitively.
Looks like it's fried rat for dinner!, Ned says as he kicks one of the dead animals.
You're right Seijiro. We should scour this place for somethin' useful to our current situation. Let the Lady of the Water shine a light on ya to make your job easier.
Jasmine starts to do the stingray shuffle with her feet in the mucky bilge water. Looking around at the debris. "At least I can clean the stink off of us before we go up into the hold. Ned, I think I may need you to suck that wound clean that rat gave me," laughing for one of the first times since being on this dreaded ship.
Let us try to be as brief as possible. It's not as if I'm eager to return to our assignments, but the less time spent in the bilges the better. We've been fortunate that our stomachs have endured the smell thus far, we shouldn't press our luck. Amerdan takes to investigating their surroundings along with the others.
Jasmine perception check:
The pain in her left ankle is too much for her to concentrate on the search.
The group spends 40 minutes sifting through the crates, hay and the dark waters to see what they can come up with...
In the crates there is a suit of studded leather armor, 3 heavy maces, and 12 silver pieces. Searching the water takes more time but by the time you've all sifted through the murky liquid from one end of the bilges to the other, you've managed to find a buckler, a finely crafted handaxe, a vial of holy water, marked with Besmara's skull and crossbones, and a waterproof pouch containing a tanglefoot bag, 2 tindertwigs, and 21 gold pieces.
Unless anyone has anything else to do, the rest of the day is fairly uneventful. Plugg just sends you back to your respective jobs when you report your success and Scourge looks disappointed that whatever was down there didn't eat you. Jack Scrimshaw seems impressed with you guys, having been bit by the "monster" in the bilges and quickly spreads the story of how your group slew the creatures lurking below deck .
Once the sun sets and the "Bloody Hour" comes about, both Lucky Ned and Cog are slated for lashings, the former for destroying some rigging earlier in the day. Cog receives 3 lashes and is swooning with pain at the end of it, glaring death towards Scourge before he stumbles off to get his evening meal.
Ned is secured to the post and lashed into unconsciousness and unceremoniously dragged off and dropped on deck.
The next thing he knows is he feels the tingling spray of warm sea water as Sandara finishes weaving her curative magic into him . "T'was a nasty lashin'. Yer lucky t'have me aboard t'patch ye up." she says with a wry smile.
Jasmine would have stood guard becasue of her bite.
Before we went back up to the deck, Jasmine would cast prestidigitation and clean everyone up. I would leave a little dirt on the footwear and bottom on the garments so it looks like we worked.
I would have eventually sought out Sandra to ask about the dire rat bites, showing her the wound. She would ask Sandra who would parchment for scrolls, ink and quill. Grok did not have any, when asked.
Seijiro moves over and sits down next to Giffer Tibbs after the Bloody Hour and chats with her for a while, introduces himself and tells her very briefly how he was shanghaied to be on this bloody ship, and asks of her story, tries to get a feel for her leanings on the Captain and officers... How she feels about being at sea, that sort of thing.
Still groggy from the pain, Ned takes a few seconds to gain his bearings.
Besmara, is that you? Have you come to recruit me to crew the Seawraith?
He then procceeds to try and kiss the pretty lady who woke him up, not entirely hallucinating.
Jasmine tracked down Amerdan then sits next to Ned and Sandra. "Sandra do you need a heavy mace, we have a couple extra?" looking over at ned and Amerdan, "We should check to see if Cog would like one. That look in his eye was pure vengence. No better way to solidify a friendship then helping out with a weapon."Understanding the coin for selling or trading the item would help us individually, this is a much better way to make friends with some other crew members.
Sandara leans down towards him, with a playful smirk on her face and picks up a bucket, dumping its contents (thankfully sea water) over the cheeky priest's head.
"Aye, but methinks I'll be tossin' this one back t'the sea.", she looks over at Amerdan. "Poor fish be gaspin' fer seawater." she laughs in good fun and helps Ned to his feet. "Ye're a sly one Ned, thought ye were unconscious from the pain when ye were just tryin' t' steal a kiss. This ship's harder to board then that but the prize be well worth it."
She takes a look at Jasmine's wound. "'Tis infected. I can help, but I'd 'ave to keep a close eye on ye. All night." she says with a wink. She pats the cutlass on her hip "Nay, lass' but thank ye fer the offer."
Jasmine winks back at Sandra, "Watch me closely, biting her bottom lip teasingly.' She will get up and approach Cog with the same suggestion, "Cog do you need a heavy weapon like a mace? If so, I have one for you free of charge."
Finally, Jasmine will try to locate Grok and pursue parchment, Ink and quills.
I did not add the +1 trait but did add the +2 Chr bonus.
She will, also inquire as to how much he will pay for items and the type of gear he takes in.
Ned gasps from the seawater, smiling wearily all the while.
For the sake of honesty, I was unconscious until you charmed me back to life, you sea devil.
Watching the conversation between Ned and Jasmine obviously takes a toll on the poor man.
Well, since we have made some enemies on board, I can always watch over you two to make sure no one slices your throats in your sleep. You gals do not worry, I'm be your lookout.
"Gallant, 'specially fer someone offerin' to watch two lovely ladies lay." she laughs merrily and lights her pipe. "I do appreciate yer offer, the fear o' the Pirate Queen only deters most, some are jest plain mad." she shrugs.
Cog looks at Jasmine for a moment then nods.
"Thanks." he manages to say, with some obvious difficulty as he takes the heavy mace.
The night starts without much variation, besides the lashings that both Cog and Ned received, and the evening meal goes by smoothly when the group notices Plugg and four of his most loyal pirates leave the main deck and go below. A few minutes later they return, towing with them a hulking brute of a man, standing closer to seven then six feet in height. His head is shaved and he's dressed in naught but ragged pants and his skin is blotched with what looks like patches of tar and feathers.
"Well boys n' wenches, time fer a bit of sport, some more entertainment for all of ye. Owlbear here needs to be exercised. Who among you is brave enough to take on the challenge?" he turns towards your small group. "You four, new bloods, none of you have seen Owlbear in action ", The large man hoots and growls then capers around as most of the crew laugh at him, "Any of you have the guts to take him on in a friendly bare-knuckle match? I'll even make it interesting." he pulls a small purse off his belt and throws it on the deck with an audible jingle. "One hundred gold pieces if one of you can beat him." he finishes with a cocky smile, confident in his champion's skill.
"Oh, eff me for a fool, I'd surely love that purse, but I'm no good unarmed..." Seijiro whispers to the others and avoids direct eye contact with Plugg and his buddies. He keeps his eyes downcast and hopss someone else steps up wanting to play with the brute.
One hundred gold, you say?, Ned asks, as he takes a quick understanding look at Jasmine and the others.
Well that is not the type of rough housing this body was not meant for. "I fear that my involvement would not be sporting to watch, or be apart of, for me.
Seijiro watches the brute out of the corner of his eye, his glance going from Owlbear to the pouch and back again repeatedly. His fingers twitch slightly everytime he thinks about the purse. He sighs and looks at the others with a little shrug. He speaks softly. "You ladies shouldn't have to do this... and I'm no match for a brute like that... none of us is, really."
"Sandara, if I do this, will you take care of me afterward?" He gives her a little helpess shrug and a wink as well.
I can say a few blessings to ya Seijiro good lad. You look like ya gunna need'em.
Jasmine offering her bit of advice, "Hit him more than he hits you. You are lighter and quicker by the looks of things. Oh and don't let him grapple you, that looks like it would be painful."
Amerdan looks on with his usual silent detachment as he feeds crumbs to Boreas. "Spirits protect you, Seijiro. They tell me you'll need it." The witch smirks at his own last remark.
Seijiro stands, still looking mostly down at the deck, then glances up at the brute and then over to Plugg. He removes his belt with his rapier and dagger and hands it to Jasmine. "Hold these for me, please, darlin' girl."
Then he steps closer to Owlbear and says softly to Plugg... "I guess it's me. Not right for the ladies ta hafta do this."
Jasmine stands up and says, "One gold on the skinny one," anyone laying odds?
Ned takes one look at Sandara and whispers:
That boy will sure need a hand after this.
Mr. Plugg sneers. "Well well... looks like we have a volunteer, and a gentleman too. Fists only. Any magic will result in a flogging." he chuckles and the pirates begin to form a ring around the two combatants, starting to make wagers amongs each other, most of them betting on Owlbear.
"Owlbear, take care of this lubber.", finishes Plugg.
The large simpleton grins, disturbingly, like a child and capers around. "Ahm gonna beats 'im good, yes I wills, yes I wills! Then I get a treat! Yes I does!" he says in a little singsong.
He giggles, looking like this is some sort of game, and moves up to Seijiro, then swings with a powerful haymaker that cracks across Seijiro's jaw and knocks him clean to the floor, unconscious . Owlbear jumps up and down, capering like a fool. "I did it! I did it!"
Mr. Plugg sneers smugly. "Well, that was pathetic. So pathetic that I think someone else should step up and give us a show. Anyone?"
Did anyone take Jasmine up on the offer for a bet? She was looking for some odds to lay 1 GP out on.