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Diabolito and Nissa both connect with their quick attacks, while Malak swings wildly. Thankfully, none of these pirates seem any better trained in unarmed combat than those three, or it could have gone very poorly.
Seeing that the group seems to have run into an unfriendly bunch, he digs one of the vials back out and drinks it. As he finishes downing it, a slightly translucent barrier appears in front of him.
Feeling better protected, Doc rushes into the fray.
The pirates then take their opportunity to assault the new pressganged members of the crew.
Syl runs up and swings at Aramis after she throws a punch at Aretta, who also throws a punch Aramis's way.
Fipps, having taken a firm fist from two of the group, picks on Diabolito.
Jape stands dumbstruck.
"Two on one? Ne'er mind, I'll take ye both!" Aramis manages to weave out of the way of Syl's blow, but Aretta's punch catches her in the jaw, causing her to stumble. Her bravado never falters, as she wipes the blood from her lip and grows a quick jab back at Aretta. Unfortunately, her hangover causes her to miss again.
"C'mon, ye daughter of a sea hag, 's tha' all ye got?!"
If Fipps is still awake, Nissa will punch him again. Otherwise she would punch the closest knave. If none of these jerks are still standing, then she will continue to the deck.
Aramis is in the spell's effect as it goes off, Sleep hitting the area, but she shakes off the effects, but the same cannot be said for Jape and Aretta, who both fall unconscious.
Doc closes with Syl, and reaching back to his bag, he pulls out a small portion of sand he keeps in a side compartment for just such an occasion. "I'd apologize in advance for doing this to a lady, but you don't look like one who takes apologies, or like much of a lady for that matter!"
He takes the sand and flings it at Syl's eyes.
"Oops, looks like you've got something in your eye there miss, might want to do something about that," he says with a chuckle.
Seeing Syl successfully shield her eyes, Doc laughs and shrugs, saying "Well, you're certainly quicker than you look!"
As the two back pirates drop into slumber, Maera presses forward behind Malak. "Sleep that one off," she mutters, and sets her sights on Syl. "Odds don't look so good for you now, huh?" She begins singing to bolster her allies so that they might finish or rout them.
Poor Syl clutches at her eyes, screaming in murderous rage, "You lard-filled b@st@rd..."
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"The wonders of a sea lass's charm, eh?" malak says over his shoulder with a wink. Malak steps up to stop Syl from reaching Maera and draw him off Aramis. "I think you all brought this fight to me, you made a poor choice. You should be watching me you scurvy idiots not swinging on her." The huge half-orc lets out a threatening howl as he brings a haymaker to strike Syl while he is blinded.
Diabolito's quick swing is enough to finish off the poor brute he who had bitten off way more than he could chew. The dwarf's height throws the pirate off and as he goes to swing, Diabolito's fist connects right into his kidney, causing him to drop, out of the fight.
Syl takes the blow directly on her jaw, the big half-orc does nearly enough to drop her in one swing, and it certainly sends her reeling.
Seeing how bad the situation has become, Syl takes off running. Inexperience with fisticuffs leaves all of your stunned as she runs up on deck as quick as she can go and you are left with three unconscious pirates on your hands.
Maera stops her song, and regards the unconscious bunch. "Leave 'em, and let 'em have their lashes, if they wanted to see some so badly." And without anything further, she sweeps her skirts, and starts heading above deck.
"I concur, Maera. We have wasted enough time on them already."
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Malak nods in agreement of Maera. Seeing that the rest of the opponents are incapacitated he lets himself relax. Slipping out of his rage Malak slows down his breathing and pounding heart. The tension in his muscles goes away and his mind is no longer clouded. Malak pops his knuckles and looks around. "She has a point, since these lollygaggers are done let us avoid any lashes. We work to do and they dreams to have. I think we made a point...don't push a half-orc in the morning." Malak walks over the slumbering scumbags, paying no mind to stepping on their hands as he makes his way up to the deck behind the bard.
Aramis sucks in her cheeks, then spits a thick mass of blood and other fluids on the deck. She wipes the corner of her mouth on her sleeve with a grin. "Well. Nothin' like a nice brawl ta start th' morning, is there?" She heads up to the deck with the others, clapping a hand firmly on Malak's shoulder. "And ey, thanks fer helpin' me out there, lad. I could've taken 'em, but I think th' rum got ta me a wee bit last night." She calls over to the doctor, 'An' you too, Doc. Tha' was a mighty fine trick ya pulled there, if a dirty one. Sure seemed ta 'elp, eh?"
Nissa cleans the blood off of Aramis and the dung from the doctor. Let no one say that I am a rani that doesn't care for her subjects.
With a vicious smile, Nissa comments, "In war, there are no dirty tricks -- only successful and unsuccessful gambits. Success, we should prize above all means."
In a quieter voice, Nissa whispers to Aramis to preserve her honor, "Do you need healing or aid?
Diabolito clears his throat loudly. "No time for checking below deck, lads and lasses. Up on deck, or else we'll see what happens to people who are late." And with that, the dwarf begins to corral his companions up the steps.
Doc turns to Aramis and says "I think I could do without the morning brawl, but it certainly does get the blood flowing! I imagine I could've stayed back and you all would've done just fine without me though."
With Diabolito shepherding the group towards the deck, Doc takes one look back at the three poor sods on the floor and adds quickly, "I reckon that lot will think twice before startin' anything again. And perhaps some of the others will take a shine to us for not being cowed by the likes of these."
"Nay, lass, 'm fine," Aramis grins at Nissa, dabbing at her bleeding mouth again, finding the bleeding has almost stopped already. "Save it for someone who needs it more, eh? If we get the cat, it's like ta be more'n one of us."
To Doc she says, a bit louder, "Tha'll give 'em pause, I'll bet. An' I 'aven't had a brawl like tha' in far too long. Feels weird fightin' without me gun." She allows herself to be shepherded up to the beck by Diabolito as she speaks.
As the group arrives on deck, they are each given their work assignments.
Malak: Mainsail Duties – Profession Sailor/STR check (DC 10) + CON DC 10 to avoid fatigue
Diabolito: Bull Session – drink an extra Rum Ration but can make an additional ship action (Meaning you can take two)
Aramis: Repairs – Profession Sailor/DEX DC 10
Nissa and Maera: Rat Catcher – Stealth/Survival/DEX DC 10
Doc and Ossok: Swab the Decks – STR/CON DC 10 to avoid fatigue
As you head to start your jobs, you notice Master Scourge's eyes never leave your group, a look of maliciousness upon his face.
The whole time they are given their assignments she glares at Syl, as if daring her to say something, but as the former combatant is cowed into silence, her eyes stray toward Master Scourge. So that's how it's to be, eh? We'll see. You win far more flies with honey than vinegar.
Heading down into the hold, down in the dark and quiet where the rats like it best, Maera finds it a little curious that they don't have a competent mouser on board. A ship cat will take care of your rat problem good and proper, and it never hurts to have the little extra luck they bring. Well, if you don't have a good mouser, you can always fake one... "Let's put the fear back in you blighters," she grins, using the cantrip Ghost Sounds to mimic the noise of a cat on the hunt to help flush the rats out of hiding. The rest comes easy.
Diabolito notices the eyes on him but pays it no mind. Sharks are sharks, above or below the water. They strike when they will, and there is no denying their strike, so why worry.
The dwarf chuckles, starting on the Bull session, he grins at the cook. "So, what got you on here? Obviously it must be something more than folks that met us below deck today!" He laughs heartily, obviously not phased. His knuckles crack reflexively, as he looks at the man.
Kroop chuckles, "I needed to find a place to be that wasn't Port Peril and this ship happened to be about to leave port and still needed a cook. Now, I stay because I have to." He simply leaves that part at that. "Did you have something go on below deck?"
While Kroop is not completely drunk today, he has been drinking and he is sipping on rum now. He, oddly enough, has a rooster sitting on his shoulder, which is fitting since chickens seem to have their rule of the galley, running all about, as do a few goats.
After having his conversation with Kroop, he smiles. "We ought to have a feast at some point, if we can get some folks to help us fish. Know of anything?"
And a bit later, he'll head up on deck, taking a bit of extra rum to Tilly. "I hear that you're the lass on the ship that likes rum. Doesn't seem like there's many that can stomach strong stuff. Name's Diabolito. Since ol' Kroop is sober today, I figured I'd bring a celebratory bit of rum to someone who could appreciate it."
Nissa is disgusted by the idea of catching rats. It is beneath her station. Needless to say she does not do the work particularly diligently. Luckily for the spoiled noble, her natural reflexes see her through.
She is however very friendly with Maera, "Your magic was quite helpful earlier. You are a woman of many talents."
Tilly on the other hand thinks that you are trying to get her drunk so you can take advantage of her and gives you a slap for good measure, before storming off.
"I try to be, or at least make the best use of the tools I've got. Certainly, I'm no good at climbing," she adds with a small, self-deprecating laugh. "And I doubt I'd have been of much physical help in that fight... Normally, I like to avoid that kind of thing, but if it's something we'll be dealing with on a daily basis... well, best I adapt quickly."
The dwarf grumps at what seems to be just a not-good day for the young, angry individual. Failing at that, he heads back to the galley, mumbling something about ungrateful folks.
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"Hehe, 'course lassie! Sure there'll be more times we'll be in a bind. But I gladly will enjoy any chance to make people fear me, or us."
Malak does his rigging dutifully and with ease. While working he tries to keep on eye on Maheem in case he needs help and Syl in case she makes a move. While there's a break in time he'll approach Syl, trying to prevent another incident. The looming half-orc approaches the pirate wench he had drilled earlier that day with a massive punch. "You really should pick fights better. I'm surprised you're even still standing tah be honest. Next time ye won't be lucky. And I can make sure oh that. Best you not forget, I didn't come here by will but I am not gonna kill somebody who can help me. Now, are you going to be of help? Or will I need to finish this later? People saw ye four lose, ye will look weak. Better ye work with me than' gainst me now. In case you need help or protection. Who put ye up to it? They will be looking to correct you for failing.? " Malak tries to keep her from going anywhere while berating her. Letting Syl know who the dominant one is while standing over her and rolling his shoulders at any mention of the fight. He locks his eyes on her letting it be know his ferocity and intention to turn an enemy into an asset.
Aramis sees Scourge glaring at herself and her companions, and she can't help flashing him a wide grin, singing another bawdy sea shanty as she walks by him. Anything to prove she wouldn't be broken.
Aramis works diligently - if the brawl was any indication, the rum got to her last night, and she couldn't afford to distract herself by sneaking around. She carries out the various repairs assigned to her, working hard, but not without her usual cheer and bravado, still singing loudly (and not too well) at any officer's approach, and keeping an eye out for anything interesting going on between the crew members.
Doc notices Scourge's glare and finds himself pleased that Scourge's day just got a bit worse.
Receiving his duties for the day, he sets off to begin swabbing the decks. While doing so, he strikes up a conversation with Ossok to help the time go quicker.
"How are you feeling today? Did you manage to heal up your wounds from the fall yesterday? I saw you mend Diabolito's wounds from his fall, I wanted to extend my gratitude for that."
Doc pauses for a moment, leaning on his mop, and continues, "It's hard being unable to do anything in that sort of situation, normally I'd have potions to heal the wounded. I'd normally deny this, but some days I really envy the ability of those who use magic to rely solely on themselves, or their gods I suppose, for healing."
With the fight over, Ossok pushes past the thugs, growling just faintly behind his mask as he marches up deck.
Ossok continues at his job of deck swabbing, minding his own business until approached by Doc.
"Ossok do what spirits guide him to do. Ossok still little bruised for day before, but will be okay. Do not fret. Each person has different usefulness. Ossok lucky to be reunited with mask," he says while slightly tapping it with his hand. "You will also find what you need soon, Ossok sure of it."
The day goes by with few events, though Ossok feels exhausted while Doc doesn't have any problems with the hard work.
Nissa and Maera have great success catching rats.
Diabolito feels like he wants another rum and that he might need it to better talk to people.
Malak certainly has the most success through the day, easily working his tasks while making a point to show Syl who's boss. She gets it.
Some point in the day, her rat bag gets heavy and Maera heads up top to dump the lot over the side for the lack of anything else to do with them. She still would rather not eat them, and can't see the quartermaster having a use for them. Along the way she crosses ways with Crimson “Cog” Cogward, a man she noticed last night paying more mind to Malak's arm wrestling than her own performance, and she thinks she's found one of his interests.
"So, did you happen to catch this morning's performance, perhaps? It's not my usual set, but my co-performers certainly made it memorable. I could give you all the gritty, gory details, if you like," she adds with a winning smile.