Skulls & Shackles (Inactive)

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

The rats are getting more and more and though Mr. Plugg doesn't care if the swabs share their bunk with them. But he doesn't want them in his food so they have to be reduced from time to time.

The rat catchers are paired up to do so and Lito has to go together with Sandara catching rats under deck.

Jarrus has to do the classic swab job - scrubbing the decks. Together with “Badger” Medlar, a half-elf woman.

Noonan has lookout duty together with Barefoot Samms Toppin a human woman without shoes. "Hey, don't ye dare sleeping on the job, ye lazy landlubber."

"You seem to be in a good mood. How do you manage that on your first day on that soul seller?" Sandara asks Lito while looking out for rats.

Besmara follows the ones who know where to go under deck. As she climbs down the ladder she sees what the bilge looks like. "What kind of s%*! bucket is that. Is this a ship or a pasta sieve? That's the water from one night?" she complains.

Maheem gives Besmara a glare but doesn't think she is worth talking to.

"Shaddup! If ye keep complanin' I can get Master Scourge to line ye up for another lashing. Ye look like ye would enjoy another session. Bwahaha." Cogward orders with a laugh and pats her on the sore back.

Besmara moans and shuts up as she doesn't feel like taking on this scum at the moment.
Str: 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 4 = 10
Con: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Pluck pecks Noonan on the head, Noonan's head being a popular perch, and Noonan shakes himself awake.

Yea. You shanghaied as well? When do we eat?

"No. I was bored of all these luxury travel so I booked something more rustic-style for a change." Toppin replies. They must have chosen him for the bird.

"Eating is in the morning and in the evening. Ye can't miss it. Now stop staring at me and watch the sea." she says searching the waters herself. "We search for land and other ships. And if ye see something tell me first before ye shout something stupid."

Estelle saddles over to Jakes, looking him up and down then nudging him.

"wha they pud you down ere for? This work down here 1 pump and all these extras is ridiculous. Someone could be doing other work."

She then waits here turn to woman the bilge pump.

Yarp. Noonan keeps watching

"That's what ye get fer tryin ta steal. Ye will see in the evening what happens with him on bloody hour." Cogward tells with a sneer.

Please put in your daytime activities for during work if you want to do some (besides working diligently). Tomorrow morning (my time) I will serve dinner, bloody hour and rum and pass on to freetime.

Lito, you got the one pirate (Sandara) who's attitude is already helpful towards you.

Simple. I'vee been in worse scrapes before. Hell, this time I ain't even in chains. As long as ye ain't swinging from a yard arm or swimming with the fishes, things can always get better.

What about ye? How did a girl like ye end up in a place like this?

He motions around the cabin before seeing a rat and diving under a hammock to grab it.

Estelle will try to influence Jakes, he is locked up for a reason and she wants to know why.

Noonan works diligently, staring real hard at the water.

Jarrus, gets in there and does the job of swab.

Constitution Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

He's been here before he thinks to himself. Way back when he was a wee deckhand. The more the thinks about it the angrier he gets. He's moved pass this grunt work and as he's about to say something he notices that he's not the only one doing this work this day.

"Aye there. Yer the one they call 'Badger' aye? Dumb luck we got getting stuck swabbin the decks. Hav'nt done this since I was a lil' rat on a ship. What be yer story?" he says half-heartedly scrubbing the deck. Whenever a crew member wanders by he scrubs with renewed vigor, till they pass then he goes back to doing it with a yawn.

@GM - Since Sandra is helpful to Lito, he would try to casually find out information about the other pirates (assuming she has been on the ship longer then him). Not going for anything specific, just trying to get an idea of the social structure on the ship and who it might to good to talk to, as well as who to avoid getting on their bad side.

"I was short on coins and that free meal yesterday evening looked almost too good to be true. Looks like it was bait and I swallowed it hook, line and sinker." Sandara replies. "My name is Sandara by the way." She puts her foot down on the rat while it flees from Lito. "One down, hundreds to go."

Badger an older elven woman who shaves her gray hair into stripes gives Jarrus a glare. "I keep out of trouble by not talking to the new ones. They tend to draw attention and get the lash. Keep scrubbing over there and shaddup." she snarls at Jarrus.

"Our new swabs have survived so far. Who would have thought. Maybe we can make real pirates of them. Because everyone who doesn't will become the ship's ho. Like you." he points to Besmara. "I've heard ye're a dead weight in the bilge. Man up or you get a special assignment where you only have to hold still while ye're entered. Jack will praise Besmara if ye got the job. The sorry lad has a sore ass already." Which causes everyone but Jack - a young lad - to laugh a dirty pirate laugh.

As the laughing settles down Mr. Plugg continues [b]"I have the pleasure now ta punish Jakes. Stealing from the Quartermaster's store is a bad idea and I'll show ye why."

Two pirates disappear under deck to get the poor lad. Jakes looks already beaten up as he appears on deck. He is then tied to a prepared rope that runs under the ship and thrown overboard. Mr. Plugg delights in pulling the other end in short jerks really slow. After a time that feels like eternity the cut to shreds remains of what was Jakes Magpie a minute ago are pulled on deck. The man is dead.

Next 'dinner' is served. Long time pirates notice that the food is a vast improvement compared to the usual scum Fishguts produces. A good looking girl fetches the food for the officers and brings it to the officers' mess.

After dinner Master Scourge and Mr. Plugg oversee the serving of the rum rations. The rum is strong but lousy quality.
Alcohol is a poison and this is a strong one. 1d3 Con damage, DC12 fortitude save for half

Info on ship actions: you have one daytime ship action during work and one night time action after your rum. And you can have up to two more night actions during bed time. But consider the consequences of getting caught.

Besmara enjoys her meal as it is the first time this day she can relax a bit. Her back still hurts from the lashes and every bone in her body hurts from the hard work. On receiving her rum ration she takes a sip and splutters it out immediately "Bwah! That tastes like paint remover!"

"Shaddup and drink. Every single drop of that!" Master Scourge shouts and hands out a lash.
whip: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Noonan winces at the keelhauling and smacks his lips as a little bile is coughed up.

The food though is a welcome distraction and he eats some.

This is good, but I don't get much. Noonan has shared with Pluck and thus his biscuit and other portion has gone quick. He would really like more since he is big and has big hungerrip and tear.

Noonan gets up with his bowl and heads over to where the stuff is doled out, his mind trying to figure out how to get more. He didn't have money and he wasn't all charming like that Besmara..

Ok. Be honest. Tell them straight.

He holds his empty bowl out to the server. I'm big. Big hunger.

Fort vs. Rum: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Besmara forces her rum ration down and moves on to get out of sight of Scourge and Plugg and out of reach of these whips.
Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Con Dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 3
Yay only 1 damage! Ye know, half. Not negate.

"Get lost." Fishguts snarls at Noonan.

*Sqwak! More food. Polly want more food please. Squeee

Day Action

"Oy oy! I didn' mean nuthin! Don't get yer keester in a tangle." Jarrus says then scrubs on for a while away from Badger.

"To t'ell's with this." He says then get and idea to go check out the quartermasters store.

Constitution Check: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 - 2 = 18

After Rum and Night Actions

When the rum and rations are served Jarrus finally has a smile on his face. "The rum's 'ere! Finally!" And then proceeds to chug one down.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Constitution Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

"Krakens beak this swill tastes like it came off the arse of that scurvy scallywag!" Jarrus says with a gasp as he nods towards Master Scourge and then winks Besmara. Then braces himself for a lashing.

For the first part of the meal Trytton is busy plating meals for the officers and only joins everyone else in the mess as the rum is being handed out.
The food tastes exceptionally bland to him, as food you have prepared always does.

As he is handed his rum ration he looks for someone who has already finished theirs. Seeing Jarrus he walks over and swaps their mugs, not being particularly discreet about it.

The quartermaster's shop is just a cramped, crowded storeroom containing
numerous barrels, boxes, and chests. The door has a superior lock and features a 3-foot-square serving hatch which is also locked when Grok is not there.

As Jarrus arrives at the quartermaster's he is greeted by Cut-Throat Grok, a tall female half ork with a large scar across her throat. "Whadda ye want here. Get to work ye lazy landlubber."

You can visit the quartermaster, but as one of the new ones you have no money to buy something, no items to trade and don't know the rules. And your GM is not very fond of playing out things that are back in time that may lead to changes in things that already happened. So try again later.

Aye aye cap'n. Yeah I was busy typing out my post when it was still day and then when it popped up a whole buncha stuff had happened. I'm a very slow typist :( Fast forward to present.

Jarrus looks at the new mug that Trytton put down and shrugs. Then swallows that down too.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Constitution Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
"Scourge, Grok, that scumbag over there doesn't like our rum." Mr. Plug tells, streching out his cat-o-nine-tails.

Grok and Scourge grab Trytton and hold him for the lashing. Which Mr. Plugg enjoys a lot.
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"And now pour him another one." Mr. Plugg grins.

Grok does as told and hands Trytton another mug.

Trytton's large hands clench during the lashing, and his teeth grind as he stares at the far wall.
Anyone looking at his face can tell it is taking every ounce of his being to not lash out at the people holding him.

Being handed the mug Trytton downs it without a word. His expression not budging.
Con: 1d3 ⇒ 2
save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

As Jarrus finishes the mug that Trytton gave him, he peers over the edge of the mug, scanning the crew for what weapons they all have, specifically to see if there are any pistols on anyone, and possibly to make sure that none of them have his pistol.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Most of the low ranking pirates have some or all of throwing axe, cutlass, dagger and sap. The officers have weapons of their choice but as they don't mingle with the others you don't see in detail what. None of them wears openly a pistol.

"Hmmm... Jarrus ponders.

Fort Save vs Rum: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
rum poisoning: 1d3 ⇒ 1

so do I take none?

"Takes like the swill me ol' dad use to buy, rudy ol' codger he was. Give me another, might make this trip a bit more tolerable."

Estelle take the cup from the person next to her. Downing it as well

Fort Save vs Rum: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

rum poisoning: 1d3 ⇒ 2

The person next to Estelle is Rosi Cuswell a female halfling who is too surprised and also no match for Estelle in a fight over the mug. But she complains loudly "The wench has stolen me rum." Not because she wants to have it, but because she doesn't want to get the lash.

"Don't ye cry lil kid. Ye can have as much as ye want." Grok jokes and hands her a new mug full of rum.

Mr. Plugg smirks. "Let's see how ye like the price of getting yer rum out of line. Face to the mast wench." he orders Estelle raising his cat.

Estelle stands up, eyeing Mr. Plugg the entire time.

"you had better pay me after this, I've men who paid for such treatment back in the shackles."

She winks really slowly at Mr. Plugg, turning around she pulls her shirt off and sensually grabs the mast.

Mr. Plugg get his wicked grin again and with the greatest joy he lets the whip dance on Estelle's back. "Ye talkin' back? That I'll beat out of ye." And so he whips her.
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Until she is out cold and even further. "Anyone else of ye new swabs? Or are ye smart ones?" he asks hoping someone will speak up so he can lash out some more.

Keep ye head down for now... If they think you are cowled...

Lito grabs his rum and downs it in one go.
Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Then he chokes after swallowing it down.

Jarrus see's Estelle slump against the mast but bites his tongue then glances over at Mr Plugg "Enjoy yer ship while ye can ye stinking bilge rat." He thinks to himself.

Estelle drops to the deck in a heap, the smile still plastered all over his face.

Noonan is bothered that he didn't get more food and all the violence going on around him. He sits down and turns anyone next to him .Not enough food, ya? Seconds would be better.

Diplomacy I guess: 1d20 ⇒ 7