holy skull and shakles (Inactive)

Game Master david barker

this is a cleric only skull and shackles



Will start tonight

The Exchange

Female N bright elf archaeologist 1/phantom thief 1 | HP: 15/15| AC: 15 (12 Tch, 13 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +1, R: +6, W: +3 | Init: +2 | Perc: +8, SM +5 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 2/2| Active conditions: None.

Yes! (dot)


Male Halfling Rogue 6| AC 20 T 16 FF 16 | HP 51/51| F +6 R +11 W +4; +2 v Fear | Init +8 | Perc +11

Checking in.


you wake up the following morning in the dark hold of the Wormwood. You all remember the night before—the ringing laughter of a wild night, the heady joy of excess, the scents of rich stewed meat and perfume lingering in your nostrils. Your head feels like there is an army marching through your head. your mouth is sticky and sour from the wine the night before. you feel the hard floor against your back, there a rhythmic creaking noise singing in the air. your would swear your were still drunk by the swaying of the room. As you all begin to sit up you hear the the sound of heavy bootsteps on the floor. as you turn to look towards the sound there is the sudden blinding flash of lantern light.
[i]Seven men walk into the room you could tell who was in charge by the room the others gave him. as your eyes adjust you make out the lead man.
“Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On your feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap’n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!”


Male Dwarf Cleric 1

Rising unsteadily, Antuok stumbles into the side of the hull.
"Cap'n Harrigan of the what?" he says as he traces the grain on the hull, getting a feel for the calibre of the wood. "She's a fine ship, thats for sure..."

The Exchange

Female N bright elf archaeologist 1/phantom thief 1 | HP: 15/15| AC: 15 (12 Tch, 13 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +1, R: +6, W: +3 | Init: +2 | Perc: +8, SM +5 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 2/2| Active conditions: None.

Elannaris sits down and massages her neck.

What has happened to me? I never felt anything like this before... I must have been drugged, since no spell wound affect me.

Hearing the man’s words, Elannaris discreetly looks around, trying to capture everything around her.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Auch, my head hurts... can't focus in anything!

Looking towards the man, Elannaris swiftly moves her holy symbol, that is on her necklace, making it fall between her breasts.

"Mr...? Can you help me to get up? All this motion is making me dizzy..."

Diplomacy, charming, perfume: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 19


Male Halfling Rogue 6| AC 20 T 16 FF 16 | HP 51/51| F +6 R +11 W +4; +2 v Fear | Init +8 | Perc +11

Laro looks around. What in the wide wide world of sports is going on here? Kidnapped!?!

He then tries to slink out of sight.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26


Female Changeling Mesmerist (Vox) 1 | HP 6/9 | AC 16, Touch 13, FF 13 | CMD 13| F +2, R +5, W+2 | Init +3 | Perception +4, Stealth +6

As Coras wakes up sees the situation unfolding before him he lets out a choice selection of curses in Tengu. Press ganged. It happened regularly to those of his kind but he never expected he'd be next.

He got up, looking the man who was in charge strait in the eye, "Needed a jinxeater? You could have just asked."


Female Elf Cleric (Ecclesitheurge) of Gozreh 1

When Yaela wakes up, she quickly gets to her feet immediately notices that she is on a ship with no memory of boarding one.
I knew I shouldn't have tried that exotic "tropical" drink last night. It must have been drugged, either that or someone cast a spell on me.
She hesitantly moves toward the men and carefully examines them to learn more about her captors.

[dice=Perception]1d20+7

EDIT: How do I use the dice rolling system?


[dice][/dice]


male Human Code name: "Black out" (soon to be Lasombra 9th generation)

Morgeym looks around in the dim light shaking his head slightly and tries to focus feeling the rocking of the boat he remains quiet trying to learn as much as possible and will move to the deck in the middle of who ever goes up

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7


Male Dwarf Cleric 1

Feeling like he isn't being heard, Antuok raises his voice a little. "Ain't no one sail on a ship with no name! Cmon ye scarvy dog! Cough it up, were both on 'er for a while!"
Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2


perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Laro slips into the shadows without being seen

one of the pirates helps elannaris up while the others circle the group. those who looked around notice that your alls gear is almost all gone. the lead pirate turns and looks at antuok.

"you be in no postion to make demends. you shall know where you are shortly now move!"


male Human Code name: "Black out" (soon to be Lasombra 9th generation)

Morgrym will follow the pirates up tp the deck remaining quiet and in the middle of the crowd thinking to himself it could not be worse then the temples lower levels

The Exchange

Female N bright elf archaeologist 1/phantom thief 1 | HP: 15/15| AC: 15 (12 Tch, 13 Fl) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | F: +1, R: +6, W: +3 | Init: +2 | Perc: +8, SM +5 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 2/2| Active conditions: None.

Ellanaris also follows the pirates, looking around, trying to learn as much as she can.


Male Dwarf Cleric 1

Antuok sullenly falls into step with the rest of the group, muttering darkly to himself.


Female Elf Cleric (Ecclesitheurge) of Gozreh 1

Yaela will also follow them, albeit cautiously, as she tries to stay as far from them as possible.

I wonder how long I've been unconscious. If we are still close to shore I could maybe swim for it. But if we are already in the open sea I shall have to bide my time. In the mean time, I guess I'll just be attentive and make the most of it. We are at sea after all!

She will look around on the way up, trying to get a feel for the layout of the ship.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

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