Skulls & Shackles (Inactive)

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

"If that goes on any longer, Plugg and Scourge will do more damage than I can heal." Sandara says worried. She gets the red jolly roger flag out and channels some more.

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5
Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8

Later that evening Grok comes along. "Hey guys. Good ta see ya up again. The Capt'n liked the reefclaws a lot. Ye can all come and get ye stuff back at me store."

When it's Lito turn to be whipped, he mutters softly:
We really can't escape the wheel can we. And here I was thinking we were on an up swing...

Then he calmly takes off his shirt, revealing a back that is positively covered with scars from the lash. Then he smiles at Mr scourge as he walks up and calmly faces the mast.

As he is whipped he stands stock still as silent tears fall.
This too I will survive.

Starting the next day not screaming in pain will require a will save DC 12 plus the damage dealt. You're not going to rob me of my fun by being stubborn.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

thats's 9 Damage he holds out for. So Ok, so he lets out a gasp as he passes out.

Lito opens his eyes to see Rosie, Besmara and Sandra all standing over him.
Umm... the last time I be waking up to see this many pretty faces was right before they ran me out of my home town. I hope ye are not about to do the same.

He grins up at them.

"I bet it weren't the pretty faces that ran ye out of town." Besmara replies.

Well there you're right. he smiles at all of them.
Their Kin on the other hand...

He stands up.
Thank you all ladies
Then he looks around for his shirt and gear to get dressed.

"Wanna come to Grok's store to get all of your stuff?" Besmara asks. "Maybe you could help me there a bit with Grok."

Then she moves on to Groks store. "Hey Grok. You know ye gave me most of me stuff already. But my armor was not in the backpack and some of me knives are missin' too."

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
"Sure. Which ones are your's" Grok asks laying out some knives she has lying around there.

"It's this nice tailored leather armor over there that snugs nicely to me waist. But the daggers look all the same ta me. Just gimme any two of them." Besmara states.

"Here take these." Grok replies and shoves two over and she also gives her the armor.

"It could be so nice here if all were as good souls as ye are." Besmara tells Grok.

"Stop schmoozin' me up already." Grok replies with a grin. "Who else has stuff t' get before I close up again?" she asks.

will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Estelle will get her stiff as well. Quiet today, not wanting to talk about yesterday.

I am tired of these men. A woman could rule the seas better en them.

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Lito comes up and leans against the door frame.
Before ye close up, can I get my pack and weapons? Ye know ye be my favorite quartermaster on this whole ship. He gives Grok his second best smile.

Noonan rages as he is whipped. WRBBBLLLLLBHHLLLL!!!! He then walks a few steps with his head held high before doing a faceplant

After he gets up and heads down to Grok's, he motions to the stores.Big sword, leather armor, backpack and stuff I had in it.

After holding Estelle for a whipping Jarrus feels particularly terrible and without a words goes to Groks and gets his stuff back and retreats to his quarters quietly.

Grok hands out all the stuff that is hold in the locker with the newbie's stuff. Not getting the the irony in Lito's compliment she smiles back at him. "Here ye are. Something else I can do fer ye!"

The day ends with mixed feelings and no more desire to elongate this day. So all are sleeping diligently.

The next morning is the same routine as always. Mr. Plugg assigns the work as always. Most of the group get mop duty on deck.

"But you" Plugg commands, pointing to Noonan. "you go to the bilge." A malicious grin on his face.

On the way to the bilge Master Scourge stops Noonan and sewrches him for weapons and takes away all that he finds. "Don't want ye ta hurt yerself." he states with an evil grin.

In the bilge Noonan works together with Aretta Bansion and Tam Tate. After an hour or so of working the bilge they suddenly draw a dagger each.
Initiative Noonan: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Initiative Aretta: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Initiative Tam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

The both hostile pirates try to stab Noonan and try flanking him.
Attack Aretta: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Attack Tam+Flank: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6

But they both miss.

WARGGHHHHH!!! Noonan 5' and tries to get his back to the wall while moving towards where the group hid the weapons, takign a swipe at Aretta.
Pow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 81d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Noonan manages to get in a corner between the hull of the ship and the crates to prevent flanking. You see a heavy mace hidden in the box. The swing misses though.

Attack Aretta: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Attack Tam: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Noonan grabs the mace(move) rages(swift) and smacks Tam
Mace rage: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 171d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Tam feels the rage and goes down with this one mighty blow.
I guess he's lucky you don't do that two handed.

Aretta tries again to stab Noonan.
Attack Aretta: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Meanwhile at deck.
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What started like a sunny day just as the last ones were suddenly gets cloudy and a strong wind comes up from the west. The sea gets rough and mop duty is called off. Everyone is needed in the rigging jobs to get in the sails and tighten the ropes. All hands but those in the bilge have to come on deck. Not all are good prepared for that and a loose sail swipes Rosie off the rigging and into the sea.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaah" Rosie shouts before she hits the water.

Trytton sees Rosie go overboard, grabs a rope and dives after her.
Hitting the water he swims to her and helps her swim, while staying safely away from the boat.

Did you check that the other end of the rope is tied to something?

Besmara takes a coil of rope and ties one end to the rail of the wormwood. The other end she throws into the sea after Trytton.
Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 5 - 4 = 6

"S+*!e."

She rolls in the rope again.

Noonan rocks and rolls as the storm hits and bashes Aretta.
Mace rage: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Aretta is hit hard and staggers and with a last attempt -
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
she sticks the dagger into Noonan and falls to the floor.

Estelle will do her best to stay standing.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

She will the move around to lover the sails as needed.

prof sailor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

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Jarrus hearing screams runs to the deck to assess the situation.

"What's happenin?"

Besmara tries again to throw Trytton the rope.
Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 4 = 19

"Yay! Hold on ta it!" Besmara shouts into the sea.

Noonan slings both Tam and Aretta over his shoulders and heads up to top deck

Sqwak! Dirty knaves, dirty knaves

As there is no one in the middle deck at the moment Noonan reaches the deck without meeting anyone. But on deck it is busy.

"Rosie went over board. Ye can help me pulling her in." Besmara tells Jarrus.

Noonan just sets them down on deck and goes to help. All this rocking and rolling could knock people overboard if they careless.

He then heads over to Besmara. Tam,Atretta tried killing me in bilge. Dumped them on deck, let storm wash em away.

"Let's see how that works out. Ye can help getting Rosie drawn back on deck here." Besmara tells.

Noonan starts pulling on the rope.

Trytton ties the new rope around Rosie Sailor: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"Great. Now all together...heave-ho, heave-ho!" Besmara commands.
Str: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

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WAGHHHHHH!!!!!
Str: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Lito is busy doing line work when Rosie goes overboard.

Sailer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

After getting the sail tied off, he runs over to help pull the pair back in.
Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13
Pull you scurvy bastards! If they stay out there they will be lost!

Jarrus runs over and grabs the rooe and starts pulling.

Strength: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

With all that might Rosie shoots out of the water and lands on deck. She coughs and spits seawater but besides that she is fine.

Besmara unties the rope around Rosies belly and throws the loose end into the water again. "I guess Trytton has no problems coming out of the sea alone again."