Yohoho and a bottle of Rep! (subSPUF Skull and Shackles)

Game Master Rynjin

After deciding to be the bigger man and returning the equipment to the others without a big to-do (Because I am just so magnanimous), Slickjaw decides to take Rosie aside, and, with a flourish and a mysterious smile, offer her the fiddle.

Rosie's eyes widen.

"My fiddle! How in the world did you...? Who cares? Thank you!" she gives Slickjaw a big sloppy kiss on the top of his head and then sits down and starts tuning it.

"Hey, listen. If you EVER need a favor, just tell me, and I'll come running. You have no idea how much this fiddle means to me."

Since that didn't take long, Slickjaw decides to practice some woman-related-patience and sneak into the armory and take a peak around.

Sneak: Take10+18 = 28
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Don't make me leave until you tell me what's there, I may want to steal something.

I can't get at my books currently, so that'll have to wait a bit. Everyone else make your posts though and I can do 'em in a big lump.

The return of Cyrdic's coat was an immense relief to him. It was his sole possession, save the small stash of gold that he had hidden in a secret pocket of the coat. He had no idea how the goblin had gotten it, and he didn't want to know. Thankfully, nobody had questioned him about the fact that he was suddenly wearing the coat. After dinner, he saw a group of people playing some sort of card game. He went over, introduced himself and asked to play.

I'm gonna try gambling as my night-time action, what do I have to roll?

Lucy was surprised to find her possessions returned to her by that goblin who... had slapped one of the pirate girls they fought in the breasts. She tried not to dwell on who returned her gear, and instead be happy that she got her things back at all.

While walking around after dinner, she manages to find out the pirates often play a gambling game, and she decides it wouldn't be too much of a waste to figure out the game they played.

sign me up for some gambling too!

Being a natural hoarder, Ace was greatly relieved to get his items back.
He thanked Slickjaw.
He finds something odd, though, that nobody cared that he got his items back all of a sudden.

After dinner, he decides to explore teh ship a bit.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

I can use another roll right?

After a few moments of cautious observation - and subtly laughing his arse off at some fool making a fool of himself by telling everyone and their grandma that he could use magic Retconned, Slickjaw joins the gamblers, sitting on a higher point - half to feel not-short, and half to, ah, observe the
mannerisms of the female players.

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Ace: Nobody cares if you have stuff, it's generally assumed you found a way to buy it back from the store. Just be careful around Grok, she might recognize it if you let her get too close a look... Also you don't find jack. Also also you need to tell me WHERE you were looking, precisely. I gave a list of all the locations on the ship in the Discussion page.

Slickjaw, Lucy, and Cyrdic walk around the ship to see if they can get in on a good game of something. There are a number of different games going at any given time.

Below decks, there are two men over in the corner are arm wrestling with a pile of silver laid off to the side for the winner.

A group of 4 topside are lobbing what appears to be an iron ingot in a cleared area as far as they can manage, again with some money on the line. The pirates refer to this as the "Hog Lob".

In the dining area a large crowd has been drawn to witness what seems to be a drinking contest, called "Heave". A good deal of gold is on the line for this one.

Arm Wrestling is an opposed Str check to the other person, highest result is the winner.

The Hog Lob is a CMB check, modified with a -4 because the "hog" counts as an Improvised Weapon unless you have the Throw Anything Feat. Person with the highest check wins (tossing it a number of feet equal to their roll).

Heave is a drinking contest. You take a drink (half a pint of rum) and make a Fort save. Last man on his feet wins.

Cyrdic grins, cracks his knuckles and goes over to the arm wrestling table. Let's see how strong these guys really are...

STR Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Crap.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Cyrdic begins to wrestle his opponent, nearly overpowering him in the first second. His opponent looks at the table worriedly and exerts all his strength, putting the match back to a stalemate.

Cyrdic looks at him for a second, and then pays close attention to the table, something he hadn't done at the start.

At the edge of the "table" (really just a barrel with a plank of wood on it) are strewn pieces of broken glass and sharp metal...at prime distance to slice into the loser of the contest.

Round 2: FIGHT!

Lucretia decides to sit down at the Heave table. What's the worst that could happen...? is her first thought, followed by oh my god do not think about the worst that could happen. She takes her first half-pint of rum.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

That reminds me...what you guys doing with your rum rations this evening?

1d3 ⇒ 3

1d4 ⇒ 3

1d8 ⇒ 6

3 Con damage, and you have +3 Cha and Fatigued for 6 hours. Make sure to factor in that Con damage to your next Fort save, it imparts a -1 to Fort saves, and your max HP is dropped by 1.

The rest of the pirates look at Lucy and give her some gaptoothed grins, patting her on the back before downing their own drinks.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
1d4 ⇒ 4
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Time for another drink!

Lucretia slams down her glass and motions for another.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

1d3 ⇒ 2

1d4 ⇒ 4

1d8 ⇒ 7

2 Con damage, and you have +4 more Cha and Exhausted for 6 hours. Further -1 to Fort saves and max HP.

The other three pirates down their rum with considerably less enthusiasm this time.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Round 3. As a side note, your Cha is all the way up to 12 now. Grats, you're the most charismatic member of the team for the next 6 hours, if you choose to take advantage of it. =)

Lucretia keeps knocking back the rum, hoping to manage to be the last one standing.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Noticing the broken glass for the first time, Cyrdic decides that now would be a good time to actually win something for a change, and tries once again to overpower his opponent.

STR Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Oh bloody hell.

1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Lucy downs another rum, looking somewhat queasy but keeping herself upright.

1 more damage, 1 less Fort. Also, I almost forgot...you lose Rage rounds too until all this is healed.

The other three pirates are looking decidedly green around the gills, but they go ahead and drink.

1d20 ⇒ 13
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9

1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

At that, two of the pirates begin puking their guts out, before collapsing on the deck.

One more round will decide it...

Meanwhile, Cyrdic is having a hard time getting a grip on his opponent's sweaty hands.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

The man grins and, with a grunt of effort, smashes Cyrdic's hand down onto the table, jabbing pieces of glass and rusty metal into his hand.

1d2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

[ooc]2 damage.

1d6 ⇒ 5

The pirate looks triumphantly at Cyrdic and demands a gold piece from him.

Lucretia weakly motions for more rum.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The third pirate grabs his drink and chokes it down, before immediately collapsing to the floor.

He gasps weakly, and stops breathing, which is when you notice the other 2 pirates are dead as well.

Plugg looks up from his table when he sees them expire.

"Dammit men, no more Heave, we're too short crewed already ye rockheaded lumps. Get rid of these, and if I see anyone else playin' Heave until we get back up to a full crew I'll put ye in the sweatbox!" he cries.

A trio of burly pirates comes over and picks the corpses up and slings them over their shoulders, carrying them up to the top deck and tossing them overboard.

Lucy gathers up about 10 gold and a massive hangover for the next day.

Ability score damage heals at a rate of 1 per day. So as long as you don't take any more you'll be back up to full strength in a little over a week as long as you don't take any more. I suggest not taking your rum ration for the next few days. =)

With inconceivable subtly, Slickjaw throws his rum overboard after observing THREE PIRATES DIE FROM DRINKING IT!

How the hell do they make this stuff?

better drink this stuff or that nutter will whip me again

Ace slowly sips the rum, hoping he will be fine

fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

But he gets drunk, spews out gibberish, and just makes it to his bunk before blacking out.

[pseudo-retcon]

1d4 ⇒ 1
1d4 ⇒ 1
1d6 ⇒ 4

Eh, in essence the rum has no effect, you'll be perfectly fine by morning easily.

Grinning at the pirate, Cyrdic congratulates him on the win and flips him a gold piece, ignoring the throbbing in his hand. Grabbing his rum, he quickly drinks the liquid before motioning to Slickjaw. "Hey, doc-saw you had a medkit earlier. Think I should get this hand checked out? I slammed it in the tent door."

Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

1d3 ⇒ 1
1d4 ⇒ 4
1d6 ⇒ 6

Same deal as with Ace.

So I'm going to handle tomorrow a little differently. In order to speed things up on the uneventful days (ones where you just do your jobs, and then your actions), I'm just going to tell you to do your Day/Night actions and roll the job checks for you. If it's close enough, it's close enough.

What Lucy finds in the kitchen:

Given time to breathe and look around, Lucy notices a few things in the messy kitchen.

She finds that one of the butcher knives is actually a Masterwork Dagger, and a large cookbook hidden in the corner gives very detailed directions on cooking a variety of dishes. It gives you a +1 bonus on Profession: Cook checks if you use it. Also, I forgot to mention this earlier (it hadn't come up where it would've mattered though), the entire galley (disorganized as it is) acts as Masterwork Cook's Tools and gives a +2 on Profession: Cook as well.

On the fourth day, the crew wakes up and goes to work as normal. However, only a few hours later, a man runs up from the bilges, screaming. Perception checks, please.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Corv, do you mind if I try and trade some stuff for that dagger?

When Slickjaw sees the screaming man, he slips into the nearest hiding spot while everyone is distracted.

Sneak: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (19) + 18 = 37

Slickjaw overhears the conversation.

Plugg slaps the man to get him to calm down.

"What is it Jack? Spit it out ye bleedin' idiot!"

Jack replies with a quaver in his voice to match his ashen face.

"I was on rat catching duty and something popped out and bit me! It was way bigger than a rat's supposed to be Mr. Plugg!"

Plugg grimaces and looks around.

He points at Ace and Cyrdic, then says.

"You two, find your little goblin friend and the kitchen wench and go down to the bilges. If I don't see all four of ye down there in the next 10 minutes you'll be goin' down with stripes on your back, ye understand?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Cyrdic sees the screaming man and tries to see what exactly it was that made him scream so much. Maybe someone had a particularly bad accident? Whatever they served us for dinner yesterday definitely would've done the trick...

Damage heals 1 per day, right? Also, did Dualjay ever look at my hand? I did ask him to, so I'm kinda assuming he did? Not sure.

Yeah, damage heals at 1 per day. Also, that's up to Dual.

Damage heals 1 per day, right? Also, did Dualjay ever look at my hand? I did ask him to, so I'm kinda assuming he did? Not sure.

If I'd noticed it in your post, I would've done it, so let's say I did.

Slickjaw surreptitiously slips out of his hiding spot and carefully positions himself behind the other three.

That Heal check is no good. Cyrdic, you still have 1 damage. Lucy, your HP should be at 12.

new day, eh? Ill set my spells, hold on.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Ace follows his friends, wondering what will happen next.

Perception Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Lucretia walks with the group to investigate.

Do I have to make a check or something to grab the Dagger?

Ehhh...just do it when Kroop ain't looking if you want it.

The four make their way down to the bilges.

The first thing you notice is the blistering heat, that immediately makes you start to sweat and breathe heavily. You'll need to make at least 1 Fort save while you're down here.

The second thing is what sent Jack Scrimshaw screaming up the stairs: A bunch of giant crabs rats. Anyone with Kn. Nature can identify them.

They appear to have gnawed out of a sack of barley and are splashing around in the water looking for things to eat.

Upon your entry, they turn to look at you, and make as if to attack.

Initiative pl0x.

Cyrdic sighs. "THIS is what terrified that guy so much? Some people..."

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Ace draws out his scrimitar and prepares for battle.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Lucretia draws her falchion and readies herself for a fight.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Er, my Con's at 10 from the drinking last night, right?

And also I have Kn. Nature, so do I need a check or is it automatic?

You need a check. Unless your bonus is higher than 10 or so. Also, you're at 9 Con, not 10.

That's discounting Slickjaw. Go ahead and go Cyrdic, if Slick rolls and gets higher than you, then whatever. We'll say he delayed.

Cyrdic forms his soulblade, choosing to go for the two-handed configuration again. Grunting a bit with the effort, he swings at the closest rat.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Damage (If Applicable): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 5) + 6 = 15

I'm assuming we're in rather close quarters, so I'm hoping to hit *something*. I can take a free 5-foot step if I need to get close to one of the rats as well, right?

EDIT: Welp...never mind then.

Oops I Screwed Up Roll: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Can't five foot step, water makes it difficult terrain. Also, we're not doing the crit fail nonsense. There was only one close to you, so I assumed you took a swing at that one. The rest are having to wade through this water a little bit.

One of the rat looks at the tasty morsel swinging at his "brother" and moves in for a bite, burying its diseased teeth deeply into Cyrdic's leg.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

4 damage, and make a Fort save.

Seriously, guys, PUT A LINK TO YOUR CHARACTER SHEET IN THE PROFILE OF YOUR ALIAS. It makes it about 100x easier for me.

Sorry I can never manage to post in the mornings.

Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Slickjaw, with incredible alacrity, downs a Str Mutagen.

Okay, so, ACTUAL Initiative order:

So Lucy, then Slickjaw downs his mutagen, then Ace...then the Ratpocalypse.

bah, should have gotten a AoE spell

Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Lucetia grips her falchion with both hands. "Rats. RATS? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!! THEY SENT US DOWN HER TO KILL RATS?!" She quickly descends into a rage.

Err... I have 3 rounds of Rage, if my Con's at what it should be at. :( But hey, the con bonus puts me to... -3 con while raging. I think.

Lucretia, shouting incoherent obscenities, swings at the rat that bit Cyrdic.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

These rats count as small, right?

You should have 4 rounds of Rage, not 3, because ability damage works really weird. Drain is a lot more straightforward but you, uh, you never wanna f#~& with things that have Ability Drain.

And they are indeed small. And you failed to hit them.

Ace, you're up. Also, guys, remember...you can post your actions before your Initiative order comes up. I'll just rearrange them so they're in order. If someone's previous action invalidates your action I'll just have you switch targets or let you go again. Speeds things up a little bit when everyone's posting so far apart sometimes.

I do a simple strike on the "lead rat" with my scimitar, to test it out.

attack roll:: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Ace hits the first rat with a love tap, that nevertheless seems to enrage the rat. He chitters to the other rats and they all charge at the group.

One attacks Cyrdic, but manages to miss.

Two go after Ace, one sinking its teeth into his shin while the other flails around unsuccessfully. 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

One tries to bite Slickjaw, but he is deftly dodged.

And the final rat goes after Lucy, catching her on the arm. 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Failure.

3 damage to both Ace and Lucy, and both make me a Fort save.

Cyrdic you're up again.