Skulls and Shackles: Overhauled and Overboard (It's Dead, Jim.) (Inactive)

Game Master DavianGrallus

The night before seems a distant dream, now.

Perhaps you had been drinking with friends in the tavern.
Perhaps you had been watching the streets for an opportunity of fame.
Perhaps you had simply been minding your own business, just about to sleep.

But that is not the case now. No, as you all stumble awake, you find yourselves weighted down to a soaking wet wood with heavy manacles on your arms, legs, torso, and neck. Each one of you is in an individual cell with steel bars, deceptively close to one another, and all of it freezing.

You feel waves crash into the boat, throwing you forward, and putting the reality into focus. You've been kidnapped, in one form or another. All of your items are missing- basic cloths replace them where your old clothes were. A disgusting taste is at the back of your tongue that you can't quite get out.

Finally, looking up, you see a man of a powerful presence before you with a line of humans behind him. Each of their faces were chiseled, proud, and noble- Chelish.

Dead in front of you stands a man you've at least heard of, an infamous and well beyond reason feared Captain of the Shackles- Captain Harrigan.

Watching each of you awaken, he grins "It's a bit late to be wakin' up, now, dontchya think? Look at 'em, scouring port peril, and they don't even know what time it 'tis that they need to wake up and start the day. Mere. Children." The men behind Harrigan laugh in chorus before stifling themselves at the clearing of the Captain's throat.

"You'll be good crew on the Wormwood. My ship. My ship. There's a few rules, though I kind of hope some of you don't follow 'em." More laughter at a bit of a lower volume.

"The main rule is you don't talk to me. You do not address me. You do not say yes-sir, or no-sir, or even scoff." Harrigan pauses for a second as a hand disappears under his cloak towards his hip for a second. A click can be heard throughout the air that makes all the men behind him instantly straighten up.

"Yar... They know the drill. And you will too, soon. Next up- you were press ganged here for two reasons. One- Mr. Plugg here has been followin' yeh, watchin' yeh. You're all quite... unique. And we like that.

Have I made meself clear?"

Harrigan nods to a man holding a nine-tails that then walks forward himself. he gives a nod to Harrigan, who steps back with a smile on his face, arms crossed.

Vicentraniriounamiolaru looks around hurriedly for his harrow cards in a panic, coming to more and more of a sense of dread as he realizes they had been taken. He looks on in horror at captain harrigan as he realizes he is completely defenseless not even able to cast spells without his cards

Tim sits up straight, or as straight as the chains would allow and nods to Harrigan. Then, turning to look at the man with the cat, he would say, "Does the same rule apply to you strong-looking gentlemen? I definitely don't want to get on anybody's bad side."

Vicentraniriounamiolaru cowers in fear at the man with a nine-tails and nods hastily to make sure he knows hes understood

Emelyne blinks to adjust to the dark hold, dank air heavy with the scent of salt and bodies. The gentle rocking of the hold tells her how true their statements were. A ship. And kidnapped. Steeling herself she could feel the weight of the manacles digging into her skin. She plants one foot first into the planks beneath her, feeling them give ever so slightly, then the other foot. Slowly she pulled her body straight up, standing and staring simply ahead.

Nash Stands and snarls at the man standing in front of him, straining against his restraints and their weight, and says "Me not sure if tiny man CAN make me any prettier. Want to try?"

A tall, lean but well built man with short black hair looks up from his position on the floor. The start of grey in his hair betrays experience that his face normally would not. Thomas Grimsby calmly looks around, taking careful note of his surroundings, feeling the weight of the manacles and the rocking of the ship. The names and positions of each crew member he's been introduced to could prove useful later. This wouldn't be the first time he's been kidnapped, but so far its certainly looking the worst. Stifling a chuckle at the though that things are looking "rather Grim", his namesake and the nature of his profession as an investigator in The Shackles.

A fairly pale, light skinned man with a bit above average build slowly rises from the ground. Tilting his head upward whilst looking about the his left, right and front.
The man's face riddled with scars, from left to right, up and down. Angled, deep and shallow. Some more healed and pale. Some more fresh and red of blood.

His eyes begin to scowl as his head turns to see more and Captain Harrigan finishes his speech. Then he puts a knee forward and pushes up with his arms to rise his body just enough to stand against the weight of the damp, cold metal.
He then hears the orc speak. His eyes widen at the statement the orc spoke and the man quickly looked at Harrigan.

The man tore the sleeve of his shirt off and wrapped it around his face, covering all but his eyes and forehead whilst saying, "Ugly as ugly comes, but there is always room for improvement of that ugly, my friend."
His voice, deep, with a bit of a raspy harshness to it.

Vicentraniriounamiolaru Looks around at the group around him and sighs as he realizes he has been assaulted with very bad luck. He tries to strain against the chains to stand up but is simply to weak. He instead simply lays under their weight miserable

The "man with the cat" approaches Tim's cell with a crooked smile, "Oh you'll be talking wit me quite a lot.... Though I don't guarantee you'll like what I say.... Fer example- you there, whatever the f$*% your newblood name is, bring that Sandara down here."

One of the proud looking men standing behind Harrigan takes off and up a ladder in the distance. Sun pours into the dark surroundings, providing a sense of false hope of escape just before the door is latched back closed over the ladder.

Mr. Plugg continues, now pacing towards the Orc as he talks,"I see some of you 'er already ready to prove yourselves... Look at this lass, standing as tall as she can! Ho ho ho! You're mighty strong aren't chya? Keep that up and ye' might be Harrigan's new cabin gurl."

Another low rumble of laughter ensues. "Now now, I do truly apologize for this kind of introduction to the greatest ship ye'll ever sail on. But you'll need ter prove yerselves before you are allowed anywhere else on the ship. These cages in the bilge 'll be your home. You won't see Sun for quite some time... Keep 'er in good shape down here, and you'll get more than a few biscuits each night. Have I made myself clear?"

The pounding in her head was one things but the taste told her a lot. Drugged. Her tongue slicked over the roof of her mouth and she watched with slightly slitted eyes as things unfolded. Keeping perfectly still as she studied the chains and the new crew members carefully.

Then her eyes moved to the ones who seemed to have control over this ship. Besmara worked in mysterious and fickle ways to bring her onto a ship.

A rattle of chains denotes her moving and her wings reach up hooking to the top of the cage as she uses it to pull herself up slowly. Her form had been stuffed in oddly and so she had to straighten herself.

Clawed feet scrape across the wood of the ship. A comforting sound around her, the sound of the waves, the creaking of the wood. This ship sang to her. Its wood strong and sturdy, waiting to be used to its full potential defying the water.

It spoke to her lightly and told her when she needed it she could call upon it.

As the door was opened her eyes closed briefly before opening into slits as she watched the man with the cat approach Tim's cell.

So they liked intimidation and a type of coercion. Good behavior got you out of the flooding bilges.

Made her wonder what they wanted out of her. Then again, Samuraian were known for being mercenaries and excellent fighters. Scanning the chains and what they were attached too.

Vicentraniriounamiolaru notices sealith and his antenna perk up as he realizes there is another character of draconian origin in the press ganged group. How odd, I have not seen many other people with scales in the shackles so far... His antennas lower as he realizes this doesn't matter with current events I suppose it doesn't matter... when they realize I have no sailing skills I'll be in trouble...

The man with the sleeve for a mask looked toward the man with the cat of nine-tails and said clearly and calmly,
"You, with the nine-tails. My name is Zarrus, Zarrus the slayer. Would you ask Captain Harrigan how much I'm getting paid for this? I don't work for free."

The man pats the nine-tails in his hands a few times before the hatch opens once more in the distance; another ray of light, another burst of joy and false hopes. All of it quickly washed away with a rock of the boat and a few hands and feet on the rungs as the woman descends.

"Aaaaaaah, Sandara. You recognize this get up? Heh heh. She was in one of these cages, just like you all are... And how'd chya say your life is now, Sandara?"

The woman sighs as she pins back her red hair, easily and carelessly sloshing through the rises and falls of the bilge water at her ankles "Just be gettin' on with whatever it 'tis you're gettin' on with and send me back up. There's men still to heal and fix, unless ye've forgotten that, Mr. Plugg?"

Mr. Plugg nods, and points to the Orc "You still got that silver mirror on yeh, Sandara?" Sandara nods in confirmation and Plugg smiles wide "Good. Make this bastard pretty, 'fore I kill 'em."

Sandara gives a small hesitation, but a grunt and click from Captain Harrigan sent her back into motion "Of... of course. This one here, then? Alright. Look into the mirror then, you ugly orc you."

Nash- you get a DC 16 Will Save against something odd and green that hits your chest as Sandara puts the mirror up to your face outside of the cage.

"Great, I get to look at me damned melted cabbage of a face again" Nash mutters as Sandara brings over the mirror.

Will Save: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (9) - 2 = 7

Grim looks intently at the mirror, wracking his brain for clues as to what it might be capable of.
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Tim also would silently cast Detect Magic on the mirror as it was presented.

Spellcraft to determine properties of magic item: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Tim DOES have Silent Spell and would use a 1st level spell slot to cast this Detect Magic spell silently. It does still have somatic components however.

Oooooh Gon

Mr. Plugg nods to Harrigan "I believe that satisfies your general request, Captain Harrigan."

"Indeed it does, and now I'll be takin' the liberties of remindin' the crew of why we do as I say."

Captain Harrigan gently pushes Sandara aside as he removes a foreign object from his hip, putting it through the bars gently and lines the shining, metal cylinder to the Orc's head. "I had but one true rule. I lied when I said a few. There only be one rule. You don't-"

A clap of thunder rings through the air as the Captain pulls a lever, firing smoke and apparently something else from the cylinder in his hand. It was loud enough to make everyone's ears ring- even some of the crew behind the Captain had to clap their hands to their ears.

Shots Fired: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (15) + 20 = 35
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

"F@~*ing."

Shots Fired: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

The cylinder clicks, but there was no resounding clap of thunder this time. Captain Harrigan sighs as he looks down at the tool "......I see. This'll still need some tinkerin' then, won't it? Mr. Plugg. Open the damn door, and finish it with the boys. If I stick around any longer, I'll be killin' all of em."

As Harrigan makes his way to the ladder and light shines down for a third time, Mr. Plugg gives a wild giggle as he acts on his orders,"Oh goodie. I was hoping we'd get to do this. I prefer the whip, but-"

With a whistle, bows and arrows are drawn, and as the cage door is opened, three arrows are fired into the Orc at a time until he collapses, and Sandara pronounces him dead.

Mr. Plugg gives the orc bit of a kick before asking the others in a dribbled, deluded sense,"Sooooooooo, what did we leaaarn?"

Vicentraniriounamiolaru cowers further away from everyone as he watches the orc get savagely murdered his eyes wide. He shakes as he thinks Oh s$*# oh s#&& oh s+** oh s%+! oh s~&~ f~~% I'm gonna die!

Tim would speak up, "Not to question or disobey our benevolent benefactors! And might I say, the way you dispatched that Orc was most impressive! I hope that we will not end up being a burden to you and the rest of the crew Mister....Plugg is it?"

Diplomacy to not die?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Zarrus presses up against the bars, gripping at them fiercely as he watches the men barrage arrows in the orc. As Sandara pronounces him dead Zarrus drops his head. Once he hears Mr. Plugg speak Zarrus lifts his head back up, his eyes watery and his brows cringed.

When he hears Tim speaking he looks over. About half way through the half-elf's first sentence Zarrus releases the bars from his tight grasp and leans his head back even further as he leans back against the cage, then after Tim is finished speaking Zarrus says,
"Are you always such a kiss-ass, half-elf?".

Then he looks at Mr. Plugg and says, "You guys have fun killing unarmed, helpless people? I always like a bit of a challenge myself, but I guess that's just me." as he shrugs his shoulders.

Emelyne could feel the cold tendrils of fear creeping along her spine. She closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, assessing her situation. The chains clinked as her hands trembled.

No

She would not die in a cage like an animal. She steeled her hands, clenching them into fists, no more trembling. Her eyes glowed like dull embers, red like her father's. She stared ahead, meeting her captors' gaze.

Tim lowers his gaze to the floor and lets his long blond hair fall over his head, covering his face from view.

Zarrus, and only Zarrus, would hear, as a faint whisper in his ear (Message) "Some of us can rely on our muscle. Those without make do with charm. I have no quarrel with you, human. In this situation, it's better to make friends than enemies. Use your head. THINK. We may die here on the whim of a madman."

He would then look back up to Plugg with a serious expression on his face.

Sealith carefully studied those along the way down in the other cages. The fact one died did not surprise her. He directly disobeyed so he was to be used as an example.

Rolling her shoulders she yawned and snapped her fangs down together as she felt the stiffness and throbbing leave her. The poison working its way through system and leaving already. Rotating her hands she would curl her claws as she stared at the birth mark on her hand. 'Besmara you are an interesting one.'

Looking at the Sandara woman as she tried to judge her along with some of the other new recruits in and out of the cage.

Thomas's eyes go wide and he's startled by the thunderous clap of the metal cylinder. At Harrigan's parting words he lowers his head, not keen on watching the proud orc die in a cage. He winces as the last arrow thuds into the orc's chest. As Zarrus berates Tim, Thomas clears his throat, the poison and cheap ale still stuck in his throat, and with a low and gruff voice you hear "The Orc was an example Zarrus, we'll not be getting out of these cages by being defiant. Now I don't know about the rest of you, but I haven't survived this long in the Shackles just to be shot in a cage for being hard headed."

With that he turns to the man with the wicked smile, "Mister Plugg? What will it take to get out of these manacles and into the crew?

"Oh-" Mr. Plugg makes his way, stalkingly and with an almost upbeat skip in his step, towards Thomas "You'll be let go of your cages regardless. Just a manner of how you want to be after. And you... Let's see here, you you you.... Third from the left.... Zarrus-" Plugg pulls out a list and licks his fingers through a few pages "Yes. I remember watching you. Glad we got you on here alive- we don't necessarily enjoy killing the help.... we don't really not enjoy it either. But the challenges are saved for the Captain. Shame that fancy new toy of his didn't show us what it can really do. He must've been usin' those cheap bullets."

Mr. Plugg nods to the line of men behind him with a sigh "We'll be sticking around in Port Peril for another damned day to find a replacement for f+!%wad over there on the ground. In the meantime, these new boys here will be freein' ya, and Sandara will be running you all on, well, what yer jobs 'll be down here." Mr. Plugg walks over to Sandara with his hand outstretched. She places a key in his hand and in return, he kisses her on the cheek with a curled smile.

Sandara blatantly does not enjoy this and pushes him off "I'll be knockin' about three times in me own way so you can let me out when I'm done givin' them the run down. Or I'll be dead. Either or probably with these lot- bettin' they don't learn too fast."

Mr. Plugg laughs as he walks away, but stops at Tim's cell to let him out and unchain him personally with a wide, open mouthed grin "You're an interestin' lad. A kiss ass, but true with your words.... Aye, you're in control of a mad man...." The last of Tim's chains fall away, the weight instantly released from his shoulders as Plugg begins to now climb up the ladder "Best you remember that. 'Specially when you deal with Sandara. COME on boys, free those damned wannabes and get your asses up on deck. There's more to do than kill a shackled man today!"

A simultaneous "AYE MISTER PLUGG!" rings through the air, most of it shouted in the captives ears, as they free all of you from your chains and binds.

The men leave, locking the top of the stairs behind them with what sounds like many, many more chains, and you all are left in the dark with Sandara- her hands on her hips and a pout on her face.

Vicentraniriounamiolaru looks at sandara hopefully "Could you kindly get all this metal off of me? Its very heavy and I'm so short if my knees give out I'm likely to drown..." his wings flutter weakly and his antenna lower in a sort of submissive manner

Grimsby shrugs the weight off with some effort and stands up straight. "Do you usually get a peck on the cheek and then locked in with a group of potential murderers recently kidnapped?" he says, cooly while stretching and rubbing his wrists. "Or is this a first for you?"

As the men unlock the chains from Zarrus he leans into the man after unlocking his chains and uses his shoulder to pull himself up.
As Zarrus stands and the chains fall he looks at the man who unchained him and says, "Thanks for being such a good dog to Mr. Plugg, those manacles were beginning to be obnoxious.".

Zarrus then stretches out his arms and legs.

Once everyone is upstairs Zarrus begins to look around heavily for any possible exit of the Bilges to be able to get back into the city.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Sealith heard the last comment and sighed softly as she stepped out of her own cage.

That probably was not the way to win any friends here.

"You know, throwing out insults to those trying to survive on a ship where they don't mind killing you is not wise. On a ship like this having more friends than enemies is a good thing." Moving to a spot she would stretch out her wings and roll her shoulders. Working the kinks out.

When all the men left and it was only Sandara she would speak.

"Sandara, can you tell us what is going on? I am guessing those men and you haven't been here that long considering his words."

After being released vicentraniriounamiolaru looks around at the new people surrounding him and the other pirates and shivers with the cold of the bilges, he rubs his arms and sort of just stares at the ground with a semi hopeless expression

Sealith would reach her wing down and wraps it partially around the partial dragon as she watched them shiver.

"Stand firm dragonling. If you give up now then you will miss opportunities to learn something new and grow stronger." Sealith said this without looking down. Sealith towered over many here standing at roughly 8 feet tall. Her wings span was 4 times greater than that.

Her claws scrapped the wood under the water as she looked around.

Sandara sighs as she looks at each person individually "You've probably only been hearin' stories about Captain Harrigan, about Free Captains. Hell, I bet someofya' thought ye were gonna become one-" Sandara snaps "Jus like that. Well I'm here to tell ya', that's not how it goes. I made the same mistake... but if yer lookin' fer a way out.... Go on up the ladder, knock four times. Plugg'll send you to a whole new plane...."

She then begins to walk farther down the bilges, waving a hand for them to follow "You can't say whatever it 'tis you want to when you're here. The walls, the ship.... Harrigan hears everything. An' I mean everything. Down to the last hard tack biscuit you stole from the cook. If yer loyal, they let chya roam free, generally speakin' of course. If you aren't- well... then yeh better get used to spending your time and days and nights slavin' away down here."

Sandara stops in front of what appears to be a much more flooded area of the bilges, the water almost up to her knees in this portion "Welcome to the Shackles, and happy to greet chya in Port Peril. Sorry to say- this is just the way it goes here. Ya' won't be sailin' as a Free Man in the Shackles any other way." Sandara gives look over of Thomas in a way that signals she is talking to him, specifically, with this answer.

Vicentraniriounamiolaru looks at sealith with a questioning but hopeful look "I'm not gonna curl over and die but I'm not a sailor, I just read fortunes with cards... I feel there is not much but pain in my future without even having to read the harrow..." his wings flutter lightly as his antenna droop along with his tail. He looks to sandara "May I have my harrow cards back? They are very important to me"

"Then find a way to be valuable. You may only read cards now but on a ship everyone has to know a little sailing to make due. For now learn. I will help how I can. We will all be experiencing the same pain."

Carefully following Sandara as she went to a deeper part of the bilges watching the water creep up to her knees.

"So how are you to teach us jobs if we are here in the bilges. Or is the first duty to learn how to work the bilges?"

"Well then we'll have to make the best of this then. Dragonling, you seem to have a firm grip on your sanity. I'm Investigator Thomas Grimsby." Grimsby wades over to the Dragonling and extends a hand. "Last I remember I had just finished a case and stopped into the tavern for a drink, next thing I know I'm watching an orc get executed" his voice trails off somberly.

As Zarrus walks around to the walls and looks deeply into the water, then walking to other spots and kneeling to staring at cracks and small holes in the wood. As Zarrus hears the female voice talking about being wise from behind him he stands up and turns his head to look where the voice came from.
Zarrus then begins to speak, changing his tone up and down erratically.
"Ah! Not wise! I see, I see. I guess I should take due note of my so called insults not being wise. Here I thought I was just stating the obvious! Even the captain himself called him a kiss ass"
Zarrus then looks at Tim and points while saying, "You even knew you were being a kiss ass, it's just your survival technique, nothing wrong with that!"
Zarrus shrugs and says, "As for myself, my way to survive is to worry bout myself and just hope that luck or fate or whatever it is goes my way. I'm not about to filter myself just cause someone threatens me. If that gets me killed, I guess that's fate."
Zarrus begins to silence and look around at everyone and says,
"Well, I'm rambling!" and then turns back around to look at a specific spot on the bilges intently and scratches his head.
Zarrus then yells out while looking at floor covered in water "Oh! By the by, there is some nice spots to potentially get out of here, if that appeals to anyone. I'm fond of waiting around to get my question of getting paid answered!"

Shortly after Zarrus hears Sandara say that captain Harrigan hears everything he would at up at the ceiling and call out, "I do wonder what we're getting paid!? Or when we will get paid!?". Looking back down at everyone he'd tilt his head and shrug his shoulders.

Emelyne glared at Zarrus. "He's just trying to survive, the opinions of blunt speaking buffoons are not necessarily a key part of that survival. Better to be a kiss ass and alive..."
She swept her hand towards the dead orc. "...Than a mouthy buffoon turned dead."
Her eyes burned like coals, deep red now rising with her emotions. She closed them to take a breath to calm herself. She could feel the darkness edging in on her thoughts waiting for her to call on it. She pushed it aside.
"Our best bet is to stick together. Working together has a better chance than ending up dead at the hands of our great new benefactor. Or perhaps you like to serve your tenure as a slave in the bilges. Or as his cabin mate..." she drifted off.

Zarrus turns back to Emelyne. "I always took myself for a sharp instrument...oh well, blunt it is. Anyhow, I figure the plain ol' truth is the best thing for this situation. The only reason that orc died is cause he went against a direct order and that is something I would never do to someone with clear power over me."
He speaks to her while looking at the eyes that seemed to change intensity as she talked before.
"Working together or not, I don't mind one way or another, as long as you are all okay with me being a blunt jackass and we get paid!"
He puts his hand over his stomach and leans back as he chuckles away.

Pending Sealith's response, I'll write out my next post and edit as necessary.
After shaking the dragonling's hand Grim makes his way over toward the woman and the slayer."Zarrus is it? I hate to disappoint but I don't think we'll be getting much in the way of pay having been drugged and press-ganged, but I could be wrong. Either way it's good to know a man of your apparent talents is among our band of misfits. And you miss? What's your name, and have you," and with this he looks about to the rest of the group,"or any of you, had much experience on the high seas? I know you said you haven't little one." Referring to Vic.

Vic looks at thomas nervously "My name is vicentraniriounamiolaru, and yes I have no experience on the oceans. I'm a simple harrower"
He looks around at the much bigger then him everyone being less then 3 feet tall

Haha I thought you were talking about Vic when you said dragonling since that's what I called him.

Looking at Zarrus her golden eyes studying him her expression not changing. "I was referring to the insult you passed to the sailor that was undoing your chains. Making allies is crucial to survival on a pirate ship. You can be a blunt jackass just know you will pay a price depending on who you are a blunt jackass too."

Turning to Thomas she sees the offered hand and it takes a moment before her clawed hand sticks out and she grasps his hand. A token human gesture of greeting. Her kinds was more a warrior's grasp.

"Thomas, I am called Sealith by your kind. The young woman with fire in her eyes is correct. Working together is more beneficial to each other. As is watching each other's back. I have sailing experience and can teach what I know. Zarrus, in case you don't know, the bilges are below the waterline and any break would mean this compartment floods first."

As Thomas talked about abilities she would kneel and touch the water a glow coming from the palm of her hand as the water started to purify and become clear.

"I have some talents gifted to me by a goddess." She stands again.

"So how much truth were they saying when they said they observed us?" She asked Sandara.

Knowledge: Local: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6 To recall details of our "captain"
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Tim would laugh at Emelyne's words. "I could not have said it better myself er....miss." He would then offer his hand to Emelyne. "The name is Tim. I've grown up as a dockworker here in the Port. Forgive my earlier lack of candor about the slaying of the orc."

In answer to Thomas's question, Tim would address Thomas, "I do have some experience on the sea, but only in a sailor's sense. I've never been upon a pirate ship before. Isn't this EXCITING?"

Now for your inspirational quote for the day: "Because when life hands you lemons, they also f++* you with them" - Reebs, 2016

Sandara looks over Zarrus "So long as you do your job, and earn your keep when the time comes, we all will be gettin' paid. What chya don't want to do is piss off the wrong person- just cause they ain' loud to kill you don't mean they can't strap you up to the mast and whip yeh half to death.... and then punish you for bein' bad at yer job until Harrigan let'sm keel haul ya'."

She begins her way over to the wall of the bilges as she sighs "As far as the Captain's powers, well.... Let's just say there hasn't been a time I've said somethin' contrary to him that he hasn't called me on within n hour or two.... I don't know what the ship's deal is, but he's a powerful one... and so is this ship...."

"Anyways, then, first off- you'll be down here. Yer job is to work the bilges- keep the rats out, keep the ship from sinkin' by makin' the water level, and overall keepin' it neat and tidy down here so the ship won't be sinkin'. As ya can see, the water on this side is a bit deep compared to where yer cells are- we're gonna be usin' these buckets to try and even it out.

Do a good job and Harrigan'll see ya'- I promise yeh, he will. Do a bad job, well, he'll be seein' that too. Includin' me. And Harrigan and Scourge and Plugg might be a couple or right t$&$s-" Sandara bangs a fist to the side of the bilge wall as she says this with a smile "But they're me captain and superiors, so don't think for a second I won't rat ya out if you do somethin' stupid- you understand me?"

Vic looks around with a dangerous curiosity as he whispers somwthing at a wall "Harrigans a butt... And waits with wide eyes

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Sealith thought they were mad to not have a pump down here but she worked diligently even if she was exhausted by the end.

Seeing big sister dragon doing work vic trys to also help struggling with his size Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Thomas will follow in suit, working diligently.
Fortitude: 1d20 ⇒ 3
And finds himself exhausted.
F@+*
Prof.Sailor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Prof.Sailor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Prof.Sailor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Prof.Sailor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Prof.Sailor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Emelyne chuckles at Tim's enthusiasm. "I'm Emelyne by the way." Grabbing a bucket to start doing some work "My friends call me Mel"

fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
strength1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
strength2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
strength3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
strength4: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
strength5: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Profession: Sailor: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Profession: Sailor: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Profession: Sailor: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Profession: Sailor: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Profession: Sailor: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"So tell me Sandara, surely you have an idea on how everything you say gets back to him. I am guessing others on the crew no doubt. Tattling I believe human children call it. So we work here until someone thinks we have been good little children then lets us up above to still do what? What was it you cast on the orc, I might as well ask while I am at it. And any other advice besides, be careful what you say?" She would look over at Vincent and helps him how she can along with anyone else that needs it.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 To see if Sandara lies or tells the truth about what transpired

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24