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

Game Master Rynjin

I can just spam fireball (knowledge pool FTW) and other ranged fire attacks to set other ships on fire

I can... uh... cut off pieces of the ship so we become lighter?

So, we finish crafting and race, I guess?

Roll some sense motives for chauky dammit

bro I have +0, I probably won't do better than you

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3

Jrahk is no more paranoid of Caulky than anyone else he meets.

Or we could have our cleric cast Zone of Truth and make sure she's honest? Ixrul doesn't care enough to talk to her.

The race isn't for a while. Is there anything else you would like to do before I move on? You keep dropping plot threads left and right. =)

We can't exactly go fight Harrigan, he's pretty tough iirc. We could try to steal the wormwood if he leaves it sometime, maybe.

sabotage every other ship?

I had been hoping to do a little RP of you guys getting to know your new allies, but nobody seems interested in Caulky and you drove Pierce away, so moving on.

The next morning (a day into Ixrul's crafting) a message arrives from one Tessa Fairwind, Mistress of the city of Quent on Motaku Isle.

Mistress Fairwind cordially invites you, the executive crew members of the good ship Devil's Pallor, to take dinner with her at her Port Peril townhouse tomorrow evening. Directions are enclosed.

Kn. Local (untrained): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

Ixrul tells the others about Mistress Fairwind. take10

And we only roleplay with important people.

Hey, I was certainly NOT driving Pierce away. And I can only swallow so many plot hooks in one game-day!

Jrahk throws a tantrum in his quarters when the charm wears off, but decides Pierce probably isn't worth the trouble of killing or maiming.

The next morning, he makes it clear to the crew that what happened the previous evening did not happen.

"We go to Fairwind's dinner. Could be powerful ally one day."

You have about a day and a half until then, so anything else you need to get done in the meantime?

CRAF

Any Quest! will have to be done by ya'll until I finish CRAFting.

"So, uh, Caulky, what did you do before becoming Harringin's crew?"

Gather more Infamy, maybe? I think we can get 3 more while we're here.

You can.

"Oi didn' do much a nuffin'. Oi was a poor lil street urchin turned 'hore before 'arrigan picked me up, and I was a poor lil street urchin turned pirate 'hore after 'e found me. Didn' even learn 'ow to handle meself until he busted me ta swab after you lot took off."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that, hope he wasn't too harsh with you..."

"No hard feelings?"

Caulky shrugs.

"Past is past oi guess."

"Think Harrigan will attack us if he sees you on our ship?"

Jrahk grins. "Maybe give him letter of resignation...right through the throat."

"Oi don't think 'e gives two s%*#s about ya, to be honest. 'Ed kill ya with 'alf a chance, which is why Oi was trackin' ya down, but 'e won't go outta 'is way for a buncha small fish. No offense. Y'all is very noice fish."

Jrahk scowls. "Jrahk meant, does he cares about you enough to come get you."

He leans against the railing, looking out to the horizon.

"No matter. Let him ignore us. Give us time to gather wealth and power. Then after he forgets us completely...we crush him."

Jrahk smiles. "One day, we will be biggest fish in sea."

"Very dramatic, Jrahk. Someone go buy me some damn coffee - the trash we have on this ship is insufficient reimbursement for my incessant labor."

Ixrul gets grumpy when he has to craft all day.

Coffee is expensive.

It's yer own fault for not having the best spell in the game.

Exotic Coffee is 3 CP (priciest one listed). That's not expensive.

Jrahk ignores the sniveling spellcaster as he saunters off the ship, setting out to spin some more stomach-spilling stories of his sordid swashbuckling stunts.

(He tells Caulky to stay on the ship, for obvious reasons.)

Intimidate: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34

Exotic Coffee is 3 CP (priciest one listed). That's not expensive.

Pretty expensive for a poor person.

So, Ixrul is not coming to the dinner, correct?

1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Jrahk's crew is filled up.

Also I want to point out, you're not "telling tales", that would be Bluff. Intimidate when used to recruit crew members is...press ganging them. I thought you might appreciate the irony.

"What is this thing you call "coffee", probably should be nice to Ixrul and ask him if I could try some when he returns...

I think he's trying to gather Infamy, not crew, Rynjin.

And 8 hours of sleep, 8 hours of work leaves enough time for the dinner. Ixrul will come along - ya'll need someone with some sense.

Yeah, that was for Infamy. You've already made it quite clear that press-ganging is a bad idea.

Yeah, that was for Infamy. You've already made it quite clear that press-ganging is a bad idea.

It's not a bad idea, it's just a bit hypocritical.

Hey, I would never resort to underhanded tactics like drugs. Just good old threats of violence. Honest AND direct!

So, anyway.

Tomorrow evening comes, and you head over to Tessa's townhouse.

Her retainer greets you at the door.

"Welcome. Please follow me."

Without waiting for a response, he leads you to a comfortable sitting room with a small dining area, and a balcony overlooking the port.

Tessa Fairwind is waiting for you inside.

"Welcome, crew of the Devil's Pallor. I wanted to congratulate you on becoming Free Captains. And, to get to know you a little better. I like to get to know all of the newcomers with potential."

"I must admit, I only know the name of you, Captain Jrahk Razortusk. Would you mind introducing yourselves?"

That young lady needs to put on some clothes.

Ixrul smiles and does a slight, polite bow. "Ixrul Morcrom, ma'am."

BTW, Ixrul 7 cha comes across as your instincts say Ewww but if he opens his mouth he's got ya (INT to diplomacy and bluff). Wasn't sure if I'd mentioned that before.

That young lady needs to put on some clothes.

More like the opposite amirite huehuehheuohshittumblrisburningdownmyhouse

"Lucretia Ivera." Lucy says, taking note of Tessa's rather large... boots.

I'm going to say it probably goes a bit further than that. He's very persuasive, but he's also abrasive and probably kind of cold seeming (since his Diplomacy comes from logical arguments). But you can't help but listen to the guy when he starts on a spiel. Something along those lines.

Yeah, that's what I was going for. Had to write it on mobile.

"Just call me Ace." Ace replies, with a grin.

"Excellent. A pleasure to meet you all."

She invites you to sit at a table laden with food.

After a few minutes to allow you to settle in and begin eating, she conversationally asks.

"So, what do you know about the politics of the Shackles?"

"I know quite a lot, but we have mostly avoided... direct contact... up to this point."

+10 is my lowest knowledge, basically.

Ace shrugs "Dunno, politics was never my thing, as they don't interfere with me directly, I don't give a hoot."

"but now that we are free captains, I could try to figure things out."

would it appear strange to everyone that a giant fox is walking around and talking?

"Not familiar, but...obligated to learn."

Kitsune is an uncommon race, but it's still a race. I would assume that most people know that they exist, even if they've never seen one in person before.

"Well then Ixrul, you might know that Bonefist's influence has...waned recently? Of course, none of us could wish for his reign to come to an end, but should such a thing come to pass, it might be a good time to start gathering friends and allies."

"Especially with the recent rumors of the Chelish Empire's designs on annexing the Shackles."

"I was aware."

Ixrul leans back, a calculating glimmer in his eyes. "By your estimation, how long does he have? And were the Chelish Empire to move, how long until then?"

"Well, that is a VERY good question Mr. Morcrom."

"It's a question which I would very much like for you to find out the answer to. Unfortunately, my interests here keep me tied to Port Peril for the foreseeable future. I could use some agents to investigate matters for me."

"And I assume there is some incentive beyond merely goodwill, much though I may value your good will."

"My favor is often considered reward in itself. I can make life for you very easy among the isles of the Shackles."

She inhales deeply, and leans in, showing you all her bountiful assets.

"And very...hard...as well." she breathes.

Jrahk is starting to wonder if being a horndog is an unspoken requirement for Free Captains.