You wake up in pain and, for a moment, the memory of what happened on that shore escapes you. Then you remember the men you were speaking with at the tavern. Men who were a little to free with their money and buying drinks for many people. You included. You remember saying a little too much. Arguing against the men, even when others fell quite. It was a trap. And you fell for it.
Now bound and beaten, you know from the movement of your surroundings that the only place you can be, must be, is the they belonged to. A bearded man is in front of you with a wicked grin on his face as he ruts into some girl who you might have known if not for the swelling on her face. Her eyes are dead, looking at nothing. She falls limp once he is done. It must have been a few days since that horrible event. There are others around you and, even in this dark, damp place, you can see all of them are not human....
Alex awoke today as he had the past few days: sore, hungry, parched, and stuck in a cage too small for a human. For a while he doesn't bother moving. He knows it will only make the scars on his back hurt. He cried out in anger at the bearded man. Tried to break the bars. They wouldn't budge and all he got was a sound whipping for his trouble. He healed them as best he could but the scars still ached, like everything else. As his muscles grew more painful he stretched in the too small cage as best he could. He was curious about his cabinmates, demi-humans all of them, but was too tired to speak. Too sickened by what he saw.
He holds his hands together and concentrates. Water wells up from the bottom of the bowl of his hands. Clean and fresh. He partakes of the divinely given blessing and does so several more times. He has to survive for now. Survive until he can get out of here. He offers some water to the cell nearby. He might also need friends to help escape.
You wake up in pain and, for a moment, the memory of what happened on that shore escapes you. Then you remember. Sneaking through their encampment, searching for clues, seeking to end the pollution these "Purest" were causing. Grippli were sensitive to the waterways around their homes. It was time to put it to a stop. Avoiding most of the steam golems, you almost made it inside a peculiar building, when a shadow fell over you. Picked up by one leg, you dangled in the air, bottles of ointment and potions clinking together as you desperately tried to shake free. Panicking, you excrete poison from your skin, causing your captor to leg go with a yelp. You make a run for it, only to be blocked by a group of humans backed by golems. You knew this was it, this was the end. You reach into your pouch, in a last ditch effort, hands grasping at the stopper for one of your volatile concoctions, when, with a thud, one of them hits you from behind. Your whole world goes dark...
Now bound and beaten, you know from the movement of your surroundings that the only place you can be, must be, is the they belonged to. A bearded man is in front of you with a wicked grin on his face as he ruts into some girl who you might have known if not for the swelling on her face. Her eyes are dead, looking at nothing. She falls limp once he is done. It must have been a few days since that horrible event. There are others around you and, even in this dark, damp place, you can see all of them are not human....
Qwop wakes up with a startled croak. He frantically looks around in mild confusion before it sets in again; he was captured.
"These evil-doers have no tact! Putting a poor grippli in a cage like this?!"
He looks around noticing there were others in the room with him, all sorts of odd characters. He even spied what he thought was another grippli, although this one was not like those from his tribe. He must have some sort of infectious disease. He made a mental note to stay away from it.
Qwop looks over and sees a human with an outstretched arm, handing him a bowl of water.
"Many thanks human! As you may not be aware, my kind enjoy being basked in the wonderfulness of pure water. And my! This water is absolutely divine, almost as fresh as the stream beyond my hut."
Now bound and beating you know from the movement on you surrounding then only place you can be, must be that same ship you saw before you ran. A bearded man is in front of you with a wicked grin on his face as he ruts into some girl who you might have known if not for the swelling on her face, her eyes are dead looking at nothing and falls limp once he is done. It must have been a few days since that horrible event, there are others around you and even in this dark damp place you can see all of them are not human....
Waking again bruised and sore, Sharky adjusts his position to relieve the cramp in his leg, resigning himself to the fact that it won't be long before he has to swap back. The manacles weren't built for someone his size and there just isn't enough room. Feeling the movement of the ocean, he opens his soul and realises Besmara is still with him. Maybe she does still have a use for him. The girl is almost forgotten, however he makes a note of the man's tastes, it may come in handy.
Across the hold he spots the human offering water, another god blessed, he wonders which holier than thou type this one is, but makes a mental note to ask Besmara for the same blessing tomorrow.Right enough self pity, now before the guards check again, now it is time for action
"Right everyone, I am Sharky. If we are to get out of here we need to work together. Everyone have a look around and see if there is a nail or something they can reach, so that i can pick the lock on my manacles and get us out of here."
Doing the same himself, he waits for a response.
Isuri lay in her cage feigning unconsciousness. After the explosion at the beach battle she had blacked out. They must have captured her. She kept one eye half open scanning the room from beneath the obscurement of her massive tangle of black hair. Further obscuring her pale naked form was a large clump of seaweed, wrapped and coiled around her like a mantle of the sea. As she watched the man violate the girl's body she was without emotion, but within her a deep anger rose. It started to overcome her and she felt like tearing him to little pieces. She would avenge the girl, although she wasn't sure why she cared. Perhaps it was more anger at her present situation. For now though she would watch and learn of her captors, before killing each and every last one of them.
As the others around her began to waken and talk, she kept quiet, listening. Her bloated abdomen squirmed slightly at the noise. The slimy mass of vines that served as her bed and cloak, stirred slightly but she quelled it instantly with an empathic signal. No. Still
The one who called himself 'Sharky' spoke and she tried to recollect. Had she met him before? Her adopted people were Seascarred skin changers, but she recalled no one named Sharky. Perhaps from a different tribe. Maybe that one could be mildly trusted. She had no opinion of the others, or the frog men, yet.
She let her eye continue to scan the room, looking for anything this fellow could use to escape, although she had her own ideas.
She looked at the bearded man. Perhaps he had a key. It would be easy enough to strangle him or gut him if he came close enough. Perhaps she could drag him close enough....
as you all awaken you feel the swaying motion of the ocean around you yes this must be a ship but what kind you wounder
those of you with dark-vision can see the small area around you and the black and white silhouette of the man that just had his way with the girl leaning on hull taking a drink of what can only be rum...
Now bound and beaten, you know from the movement of your surroundings that the only place you can be, must be, is the they belonged to. A bearded man is in front of you with a wicked grin on his face as he ruts into some girl who you might have known if not for the swelling on her face. Her eyes are dead, looking at nothing. She falls limp once he is done. It must have been a few days since that horrible event. There are others around you and, even in this dark, damp place, you can see all of them are not human....
@Qwop: "I figured," Alex says with a strained smile looking at the frog man.
@Sharky: "And then what? Take on the whole ship unarmed?" he says with a resigned sigh. After a moment he takes another drink of conjured water then cups his hands above his face and lets it trickle down in a cool bath. It was a relaxing habit he used to do when waiting out on the sea. He then looks around at the others. "Anyone else want water? Bought all I can do right now."
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"I am Seascarred, I am never unarmed, but no that isn't my plan.
If we can take out the guard here, i can be rather quiet, and failing that i have a spell or two that might help. I will get weapons and we either fight our way out and off the boat, or we hole up in a cabin so they can only face us, 1 at a time."
he dose this most nights....
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It was a stupid plan. A four man mutiny? Unlikely. No telling how many were on the ship or how strong they were. If we proved too tough to take down quickly then they would just wait until we starved. He could keep them alive with water for maybe a week but who knows how far they were from land.
But night after night that ugly, bearded bastard raped a poor defenseless girl right in front of them. If they managed to kill him, it might just be worth it. "I'm in.
"Ooooh! A plan is afoot!" exclaims the odd frog man.
His eyes slightly bulging, he squeezes his head between the bars to better see and hear the others.
"You'll find I am not too useful in a brawl, however, I am quite the potion master. Given the proper ingredients, I can make you something that perks up the spirits and heals some nasty wounds. I can also make some rather rudimentary explosive cocktails, but with all of my bottles taken away, I'm rather useless."
For a few seconds, the grippli looks downcast.
"But fear not! I will take up arms and do what I can! This cage is rather not to my liking. A bit dingy if you ask me. Where do you think they are taking us?"
She also has the ability to create water so can keep herself quenched as well as she and her companion damp, which is preferable though not necessary.
At some point the festering anger within her is too strong. She will stand and press her naked form against the cage for the man to see. "Good sir, if you could please give me some food, you could have something a little more exciting than that limp fish." she nods at the lifeless girl he normally uses. The sea vines covering her drop to the floor of the cage and slither away into the shadows. "Just please be gentle with me, I am such a small slender and frail girl...I'm just so hungry, and I have a baby within me to feed." she pats her belly showing the man her distended abdomen.
The man walk up to the cage clearly drunk
"Ooh I do see what ye mean your whore..hehehe"
He takes a big drink from his bottle and throws the remains the cage
with the men in it
"let put on a good sh*hic* show form them girly"
and he unlocks the cage and swaggers up to Isuri
Isuri smiles at the man making small subtle hand gestures, meaningless to any but her vine which creeps closer to him. As he opens the door and swaggers in she makes a final subtle gesture (free action, DC 10 autosucceed) to direct the vine to close in behind him and attack and as she leaps on him with her claws, trying to gut him. Her hair instantly grows and attacks as well striking at the man.
+ grab (free grapple attempt no AoO)
vs grappled foe?
vs grappled foe?
vs grappled foe?
The man could not react as the vine hit him and tangled him up, simultaneously the witch jumped forward her hair elongated and struck the helpless man on the jaw the sound of bones braking is heard and the witch follows up with grotesquely sharp nails the first swipe ripped open his stomach, the second caught his intestine and threw the across the room sending flying and settling on the faces of the onlookers.
The drunk man gives a few death shakes and is now still....the animated seaweed still holding his dead body up
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Hands covered in blood and guts, she grins slightly, grabbing the key from the man. She calls her seaweed back to her where it resumes its place as a thick mantle coiled around her. Her hair drags the dead man with her as she walks to the other caged prisoners, unlocking them one at a time.
"My name is Isuri." as she greets the others.
Alex watched in stunned horror as what looked to be a pregnant woman completely savage the drunken sailor. After what he had down, Alex had little doubt he deserved his fate but still... An uncontrollable shudder passes through him. He stares at her in surprise, awe and a little bit of fear as she opens the door and offers her name.
"Alex." He looks behind her to the man still tangled in her very animated hair. "You got a little something...in your hair." he says pointing to his own. He shakes himself form his stupor and exits to check on the girl and find something to use as a weapon. His own had to be somewhere on the ship.
"These stairs here look to lead up. I see a door at the top of them. Eventually someone will wonder what happened to Beardy. We should be ready." After freeing everyone, her hair hurls the corpse of the man into one of the cages, his lifeless body thumping unceremoniously against the wall, his belly contents sloshing forth as the cadaver flops down like a rag-doll. Isuri pads quietly to join the others her bare feet leaving small bloody footprints.
Within the texts of that ancient temple there exists an order for the guardians, that the Temple Guard must periodically venture forth to the outside world so as to not lose touch with the greater world. Every 400 years or so should suffice, and those that do, rarely surface for more then an hour before returning to their duties.
It happened to fall on Maz's 32nd year of existence that he must venture forth. So he went from the depths towards the surface, and there found a boat, and within that boat humans. When he went to greet them, as was written within the ancient texts, the reaction was nothing he could expect. They greeted him with a smile, then extended a metallic stick towards him.
Bang.Maz awoke, cold, dry and sore. His shoulder throbbed and when he went to examine what he would later learn to be a bullet hole he found himself unable to move. He had been tied up and thrown into a cell of what he could only assume to be the vessel before.
In front of him, there was a man. The same man who had greeted him with a smile and hostility before, and he had just ended the life of a young female in front of him.
Anger welled up within him, and he would exact retribution on his unworthy existence, but first, there were others in the cell with him....
Maz awakens abruptly, being the latest addition to the cell party, and having only arrived the night before, this was the first time Maz had seen anyone of these other beings that were held captive.
Some he recognized, at least in form, a few humans and even one of the lesser Grippli were caged here with him. A blue shimmer immediately begins to surround Mazone of the humans perposes that he has a plan
Humph, a substandard one too, i would imagine. Sharky, is it? Maz has yet to see any reason to trust any of these people.
Then the other human, A Wimmin, i believe they were called killed their keep...
Well thats action, i suppose. Are you, human, different from those above? Maz indicates to Isuri, then to the door leading above, a whisp of a shimmer within his hand.
Appearance
Maz is a grippli, but he looks substantially different from the other grippli locked with you. He has a great many more scales and hard ridges about him, as well as a frill leading down the length of his body to the tip of his tail, another thing that the other grippli lacks.
Maz is dressed sparsely, yet he seems to have a pale blue glow surrounding him, just barely perceptible, as well as a bluish shimmer within his hand.
He also has a bullet hole in his shoulder
"Nice work love, as she lets him out of the cage, remind me not to cross you. Right as for the having a look around, my turn.
As you watch he casts a spell, focusing on the birthmark that is exposed on his arm and his features shimmer and change, suddenly before you stands a pretty close resemblance to the bearded man.
"Right, I have about 10 minutes like this, should be all the officer's quarters upstairs, should find some weapons up there. I'll scout ahead, wait here."
Morgan 'Sharky' Teach
As Morgan moves up to the next floor he realizes that the rooms in the hold you were in and this next area are made out of metal
how can this be, how is it floating on the sea magic...no how can just one spell make a ship of this size float ...you wonder to yourself , but come out of your thoughts when another man walk up to you.
"mr.cain there you are, we're have you been ...eh well never mind I'm going to give to abominations...can't let them die before we can try them for the crime of three birth...haha well you needed in the steam room mr.marly been there all day time for a swich. ..well get to it man you know what can happen if the heat dies..." and he walks off toward the door that will lead him down stairs
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Coming to attention
"Aye aye sir, although there was something i wanted to show you first sir. I have been keeping an eye on the prisoners and i have noticed something suspicious. I will make it up to Mr Marly later."
As they approach the stairs, Sharky will open the door for the man and wave him through.
As the man begins to descend the stairs, Sharky will call on Besmara again, creating a divine wave to push the man down them.
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The man follows what you say and is caught off guard as you hurl him down the steps, with the surge of divine power that you push at his back the small bit of food he had in his hands goes flying as he goes head over heels tumbling hurting and when he comes to arrest a loud snap can be heard and his body lays limp his neck twisted in a grotesque angle clearly the life is gone from this man.
A small gurgle of a scream that couldn't escape can be heard emanating from his broken shattered head his body giving a few small twitches until finally all the life is gone
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Popping back down the stairs and searching the corpse.
"Oh whoops, I was bringing a delivery, guess it got broken! If you would like to come up the stairs, I will find us a room to hide in. Come running if you hear this"
Disappearing again he will search a nearby room for space to hide the others.
Morgan comes back up and opens the door to room 10, all he finds is that the room has some water and a few crates filled with random nails a working hammers/saws and other tools need to repair a ship
when Alex goes to check on the girl she is still alive but does not respond to any of Alex's words
Qwop watches Isuri gut the drunken sailor with a shocked impression.
"What manner of wickedness have I gotten myself into now?"
He clearly wasn't used to all of this chaos. Just as he manages to compose himself again, a blast of water shoots down the stairs, followed swiftly by the recently broken body of another sailor.
"Now this is quite enough! Putting a poor old soul like me through all of this stress is not good for my complexion."
He coughs nervously.
"I suppose it is just the cost of freedom. I have not the stomach for such brutish behavior. If only I could find my supplies..."
Fixing her pale eye on the scaly frog man (Maz), Isuri responds to him cryptically, "I am not human, I am of the sea."
Waiting at the base of the stairs as Sharky scouts, she will follow into room 10 after he disposes of the second sailor. She grabs a few of the iron nails, and starts filing bits of metal off of them either by rubbing them together, or using her dagger like claws to make some iron shavings as they wait. She also shreds a pair of the sailor's boots, collecting the pieces of leather, and takes either a pouch if they have one, or creates one with cloth folding it together and tying a cord around it, her claws working like knives or shears as needed to whip together some of these makeshift items.
Pointing to the tools in room 10, "Those tools may serve as weapons if needed until we recover your possessions."
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Alex is still near the girl when another sailor comes down the stairs. He leans over her protectively only for a moment before he realizes the sailor is no threat. He catches sight of flying gruel and grimaces. "Well there goes breakfast." There was a small pang of guilt for the sailor. He might not have been like the others but they didn't have the luxury of time to find out right now. Best assume everyone is hostile.
When the supply room is opened he decides to get the young woman out of harms way while they take out the other sailors. If she doesn't respond to prodding he carries her into the room and sets her down behind some barrels. "Stay here. Stay quiet. We'll be back." He then grabs a hammer as a temporary weapon and goes to search the other rooms on this lower level.
Alex opens three doors and slams them closed be for even looking within the room
well nothing here... he thinks as he slams the last door closed just as he turns to walk back down the hall he clearly hears behind that last door. "What was that...well go see...what but ah fine but don't you go looking at my cards, you heard me...you cheat"
this man opens the door and you turn at the Same time facing him..
"whaaa..." he charges at you drawing a dagger
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Alex disengages from the sailor, holding the wound on his arm from when he tried to defend against the knife. He quickly sprints back to the others, not confident he is going to do much damage with a simple hammer. "Got trouble," he says after reaching them.
Riom finally awakens, dizzy and dehydrated, "need...water.." He said, the ships crew had given him barely enough saltwater to survive the night. "Wha-what's happening," he said watching as Isuri unlocked his cell door, "You breaking us out of here?"
Isuri nods to Riom, answering, "Gather near, the killing continues." She steps towards the hall as Alex sprints into the area, a wound in his shoulder. With a touch her seaweed slumps to the floor, leaving her bare once again. As she directs, itt crawls to a spot 2 squares east/right of Maz and flattens itself inconspicuously against the wall.
Isuri crouches ready.
Unaware of the commotion below, Sharky listens at another door.
Morgan continues to search the area after not hearing a sound from room 8 he has a look inside, upon opening the door to room 8 he sees a sleeping figure on the cot
Isuri moved up to the top of the stairs and stands ready
Alex has ran back to safety after taking a nearly fatal wound
@isuri i have placed your pet in the same square as you since as of right now you are still using it as clothing ^_^