Jasmine looks at Sandra, "Much thanks for your earlier help. I'm sure its return will be highly useful. Do I want to know how you came about it?" asks Jasmine. "So, you have a pretty good run of the ship after a day, that's impressive."
Looking around at the various folks on the deck, "So, how friendly is Grok, just wonderin' what it will cost me to get parchment, ink and a quill," laughing for the first time, "Stinky...Amerdan... seems like he will need regular cleaning, so I figure I could help out there."Giggling...it was obviously, a well intended means to break the tension.
As everyone is talking, "Cut-Throat" Grok passes by with a cask and a bunch of cups, ladling out some for everyone.
"Rum rations, mates. Drink up.", she says with a hard grin that brokers no argument.
"Easy. I convinced her that the items were cursed and needed returning.", she laughs softly at that. "Ye don't discount the words of a priestess of Besmara. Oh, and speak of the devil... Right on time, with the rum rations."
Seijiro has sworn off liquor and takes the tot of rum with a look of distaste. When no one seems to be looking, he pretends to sip his drink before he spills it out.
If Jasmine is warned by Sandra of the effects then she will try to dump the Rum, if she is not warned she drinks.
If not warned:
Jasmine took the risk of dumping the rum overboard. Her mind on retrieving Flotsam. Addressing Alyssen, "So, do you think you could help me get my bird back? Perhaps, you could suggest that eating a dodo is bad luck, when food is plentiful, as it runs the risk of angering Gozreh?"
Pausing, "Otherwise, I need to go visit the cook, tomorrow.'
For Jasmine's night time action she will try to influence a NPC, preferably Grok. She would approach Grok after she concludes pasing out rum, then touch her arm lightly, smiling, "Hello," turning on her feminine charms with the half orc.
Blinking her big blue eyes at the half orc, smiling softly "I know the shop is closed but forgot to ask you for something today...it would mean soooo much, if could get a something from you." Let out a cozy sigh.
Blinking her big blue eyes at the half orc, smiling softly "I know the shop is closed but forgot to ask you for something today...it would mean soooo much, if could get a something from you." Let out a cozy sigh.
"Cut-Throat" looks at Jasmine. "Sure, ye can get something from me. No problem at all, lass. Tomorrow, an' ye better have coin."
She seems unimpressed with Jasmine.
Jasmine blinks again, smiles "Thanks...er, how much would it cost for parchment, pen and ink? Is there even a demand for that stuff on the ship?" she asks inquisitively.
"Only with the officers, not with the rest of the crew.", she thinks for a moment. "Just got some in last night, I think. Probably was yours but it's the ship's now, lass. Standard trade prices, I got a list back at the shop. Ask me again tomorrow."
She walks away dejectedly and heads back towards Amerdan and the other's.
Seijiro has sworn off liquor and takes the tot of rum with a look of distaste. When no one seems to be looking, he pretends to sip his drink before he spills it out.
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"Don't let anyone catch ye do that, Seijiro.", she says quietly. "It's the lash fer a first offence and six touches from Besmara's fingers fer the second."
've sworn off strong drink, that I have... lost my berth on a good ship from overdrinkin' and landed here from a second bout... not goin' that route again if I can help it. Thanks for the warnin' though... I'll be cautious, he whispers his reply to her, followed by a deep, body wracking shudder as he recalls his first and hopefully last lashing.
Amerdan looks down at the rum dubiously. He gestures his cup forward to Sandara.
"Would you like mine?"
There's a redheaded lady sitting near the other people Allysen was captured with who catches her eye and nods towards her, her lips breaking into an inviting smile. She raises an eyebrow as if to say "Want to talk?"
Allysen starts to head over, but she's stopped after two steps by Grok with the rum rations. She takes the cup with a nod of thanks, but as soon as Grok is gone, she looks at the cup of liquor with disgust on her face.
I don't even like the stuff.
She walks over to the fiery-headed woman and takes a seat.
"Didn't know a keelhaulin' could be that bad." She shudders at the memory of the shredded man hanging by the rope. "Drownin's bad enough without havin' to get torn apart too."
"I lie about as well as I was climbin' today. Though I can't imagine a bird that ugly tastin' any good."
Amerdan looks down at the rum dubiously. He gestures his cup forward to Sandara.
"Would you like mine?"
"Nye, I wouldn't.", she replies. "Same punishment awaits if ye give it away, or sell it. Cap'n Harrigan and Plugg likes the crew subdued." She smiles at Amerdan and reaches into her bag, pulling out a few pouches and hands it to him. "But I do have a gift for ye."
Stealth: 1d20+3 uh-oh. The one ranger I don't put a rank in stealth with...
As Sandara is about to reply, Mister Plugg just happens to be looking in Allysen's direction and notices her throwing away her rum.
"You there, cook's mate!", he snarls in a commanding tone. "Our rum not good enough for you? To the mainmast, filthy ingrate! Don't make me drag you there or it'll be twelve lashes!" He walks over to Master Scourge and extends his hand for the boatswain's whip.
Amerdan nods his head in thanks for the pouch. He tries to conceal his disappointment about the drink and the subsequent spillage.
Stealth: .
oh, sh*t, it'll be no better seein' it than feelin' it. Wish I could go back to normal, curl up in a ball and cover my face with my tail... Hope there's no punishment for not watchin'. Seijiro buries his face in his mug and pretends to drink from the now empty vessel, making sure to pretend to swallow as well to add to the subterfuge. He draws his knees up to his chest, resting his elbows on them, head down.
He whispers to Sandara, "I was unconscious from three... what will six do to him? Will you be able to help him afterwards too?" He shakes his head in sorrow for Allysen,
Jasmine looks up as the bastar' begins to reprimand Allysen. In a cool gaze she stares toward the mainmast and the dried blood on the decking. Hmmmm, if three lashes had Seijiro passed out, 6 should kill the girl. It's hard to fight back without gear.
Quinn whispers back, "Plugg is vicious with the whip, but if she", Sandara nods pointedly at Allysen, "is a tough one, she'll be fine. Besmara's granted me some extra healin', so I may be able to patch her up some." She says this loud enough for both Seijiro and Allysen and looks at the girl with sympathy but doesn't address her directly, not wanting to risk Plugg's ire.
Allysen looks up in shock. She freezes for a second before shakily making her way to the mast.
Don't speak, don't cry, don't scream, just grit yer teeth and bear it.
By the time she makes to the mast, she's breaking out into a cold sweat and looks as pale as the foppish gnome's whit shirt.
This is not gonna be good.
With a dismissive snort,"She may be a gallow jumper after 6 whacks."
Mister Plugg nods towards Scourge who grabs Allysen's shirt and lifts it over her head for the whipping. He stops for a second in surprise and laughs. "Not a lad, but a lass, sir!" He puts the front of her shirt low enough to cover her some but leaves her back bare before tying her hands up to the mast above her head.
"This 'as already gotten better.", he says.
Oh shit!
If there was any doubt that she was scared before, it's obvious now.
No, no, NO! I will not be drowned like some rat 'cuz someone decided they wanted to f@~+ the flat-chested b$@@~!
Her teeth ache as they grind in fear and anticipation.
Seijiro looks up questioningly when Sandara calls Allysen a 'she' and cocks his head to one side. Gah, can't smell a thing in this human form, not that I'd be able to smell much on this stinky tub anyway. I shoulda known it was a girl though. Ah well, I hope she'll be okay. Never good to set sail without a gift to Hei Feng, and I've nothing really to offer him now. We are so screwed.
He looks up toward the mast then lowers his head again as if he were too drunk to lift it higher. He lets his head loll a bit as if inebriated. The urge to watch in horror is almost as strong as the need to look away and in the end, keeping his head down wins.
"Male or female is irrelevent, Master Scourge." He cracks the whip above Allysen's head, to startle her. "She'll be punished just the same, and she'll remember, won't you, cook's mate?"
He takes a few steps back and readies his whip. "Count out your lashes while you still can, girl, or I'll double them!"
Jasmine sits there thinking Father did not have the same anger in his whip, when discipline was needed. This man whips for enjoyment, not for a lesson. Looking around at the various faces, some laughing and mocking, others somber.
Seijiro flinches with each strike of the lash, recalling his own experience earlier, which he'd just as soon forget. He shivers in the cool night air and grips his knees with his hands tightly. Finally when the sound of the lash stops he manages to croak out very softly, "Sandara... does she... live?"
Seijiro flinches with each strike of the lash, recalling his own experience earlier, which he'd just as soon forget. He shivers in the cool night air and grips his knees with his hands tightly. Finally when the sound of the lash stops he manages to croak out very softly, "Sandara... does she... live?"
"Aye, she'll live.", she replies. "But she'll be needin' Besmara's mercy. Bring her here when that worm Scourge lets her down an' I'll see what I can do fer her."
As if on cue, Master Scourge unties Allysen's bonds and mocks her for passing out so quickly before walking off.
Jasmine gets up and walks toward Allysen, when she gets to her she begins to untie he ropes to lower her onto the deck.
Seijiro peers up at the mainmast and as soon as Scourge unties her, he gets to his feet. He walks with just enough unsteadiness to seem a little drunk, and heads up to Allysen. He picks her up as gently as he can and brings her over to Sandara, assuming no one else interferes. He mutters softly to himself in Minkaian as he carries Allysen.
Jasmine assists in carrying Allysen to Sandra. Pulling the back of her shirt down a bit to cover her welted flesh.
Looking up and saying to the others, "We should get her to her bunk." Continuing, "if we are going to survive, we need to discuss - how.
Sandara moves over to Allysen's unconscious form.
"Besmara, show mercy to this child of the seas on this vessel dedicated to you so that she may work the Sweet Trade as one of yours." she prays.
"That should help. Are ye alright, lass? Ye took a nasty lashing."
"Sandra, thanks ... can you direct us to crew quarters."
Amerdan looks to Sandara, his thick eyebrows knotted in a frown.
"Speaking as one healer to another, surely you cannot condone such senseless injury?"
As soon as she wakes up, she seems a little delirious.
"Don' drin' musch. Learn tha' in Ilizhmahgor'i."
After the second healing spell.
"Helluva way to spend me brithday."
The mostly horrid day seems to be finally getting to her. Her eyes water, but tears refuse to fall. A shiver runs down her spine as she pulls her shirt all the way down.
"Twelve years at sea, o' hiding me self, an' they strip it away in twelve seconds." She curls up, her hand reflexively going for the knife in her boot. She doesn't draw it, just runs her thumb along it to assure herself that it is really there. "I don' wanna drown. I don' wanna be turned into a whore. I don' wanna be knocked up with one o' these bastar's kids. I don' wanna drown."
"Sandra, thanks ... can you direct us to crew quarters."
"Aye, Jasmine. Go down to the middle hold and follow the stairs further down into the lower hold. The berths be there. Just string up a hammock. There are also lockers down there with keys available from Grok to keep yer effects."
She turns towards Amerdan. "Nye, I do not condone it, but I'm not the Cap'n, now am I? I'm already on Scourge's short list, no need to give him any other excuse to use his lash.", she scowls towards the boatswain.
"Twelve years at sea, o' hiding me self, an' they strip it away in twelve seconds." She curls up, her hand reflexively going for the knife in her boot. She doesn't draw it, just runs her thumb along it to assure herself that it is really there. "I don' wanna drown. I don' wanna be turned into a whore. I don' wanna be knocked up with one o' these bastar's kids. I don' wanna drown."
Sandara kneels down besides Allysen and speaks gently. "Don't fret, Allysen. There are no ship's whores on the Wormwood an' the crew won't lay a hand on ye like that for fear of Plugg's whip. He's a right bastard, that one is, but he follows the Cap'n's laws like they were handed down from the gods. Even Scourge's got to abide by them."
Jasmine scrunches her face up at Amerdan, It's not a matter of condoning the senseless injury... pauses thinking sometimes a lesson needs to be taught ...but we are without gear, with few friends and out matched. In essence, we are tiny fish swimming with sharks. We have little to do but work with one another, help each other get the gear we need the most for survival, and plan a wrath of vengence, if we can can.
Nodding his head in agreement, Amerdan follows Jasmine and Allysen below decks to the berths, being mindful to catch the wounded tomboy if she stumbles. He'll lock eyes with Jasmine if he can, widening them immensely in the universal innuendo of "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!"
Finding an area where we can put up 4 hammocks relatively close by. Looking around to see if I see anyone snooping by us. So we can talk a bit.
I edited the original dice roll, I typed in 1d100...oops.