Well, bottoms up.
Seadreamer quaffs the rum in a single gulp.
Ah my uncle made stronger stuff than this, As for this turpentine, what might that be
Abel's glazed blue eyes travel over to Seadreamer. He suddenly reaches behind his safe coil of rope, bringing out a banjo....
I had a bad experience back in my youth playing sports...
Abel replaces the banjo, sits back down, and just grins at the group.
And that is why we don't use turpentine in youth athletics.
Sandara smiles and says with a slightly slurred voice, Cut-Throat and I are on good terms. Its who you know here.
"Why aren't you a sociable gal." The platinum blonde giggled in response before surveying the field of sailors like a predator."So who else has a shot of convincin'? I can be rather charming when I need to be."
"That boy Scrimshaw is a bit fond of me," Ellie puts in. She decides not to mention what she thinks of him in return. "I think I can consider him an ally. I'd like to talk to more of the crew, I bet they aren't all against us."
Seadreamer looks at Abel with puzzlement.
What has gotten into you lad
Lily asks Seadreamer, "Ye want me ta smack him again?"
Lily lets the others decide who to talk to. She wasn't good at it, she was better at scaring people.
The crazy-eyed youth quickly turns his red face in the dwarf's direction. More red than blue tired eyes blink back the fuzzy scene of 4 dwarves and 4 Lilys; both scowling at his direction.
He belches.
I may be drunk.
Abel attempts to advance his vertical position; only to be so totally humbled by gravity!
Sitting slumped on the deck, leaning now on his safe coil of rope, the youth smiles up at the throng of dwarves and 1/2 orc females with pissed off facial expressions.
Bummer party, eh?
Once talk of making friends floated to his eager ears, Abel determinedly stands. He wobbles a bit in the group's more general direction. Keeping an eye on those disapproving dwarves and 1/2 orc females, the Wizard pronounces...
...well whatever the poor sorry sap was about to say seemed lost to antiquity once the vomiting began!
Abel was successful in his aim of inside his safe coil of rope!
His echoed voice carries out to the group's ears.
I may have imbibed a bit of alcohol; of which, I am not too familiar with.
The muffled sounds of strange words escape a bit from the coil of rope. Abel (not a drop of vomit, dirt, blood, snot on him) rises from his self-imposed exile to confidently faced the group.
Much better. Now, we were speaking about the possibilty of making friends. I made some progress with Aretta Bansion a Swab; although she will still need persuading.
The Wizard looks about the group and Sandara.
I would like to be introduced properly to Peppery Longfarthing the Ship's Wizard/Master of Sails.
Afore you try for ships wizard, I think you should clean up that mess, else you get some stripes from the cat.
Seadreamer looks sadly at the young wizard.
I also think that your abilities should be something held in reserve, else they look hard at you, and that means at us all.
He still grabs the mop and bucket and passes it to the still very sick young wizard.
Give it time, laddie, your sea legs will come, but next time, try to get it overboard.
"I may as well have spent my day with the mast. Man doesn't chat. He hardly talks to coordinate work. Not sure who to try to reach out to at this point, myself."
"I'm sure there's others out there you can try at your job. I've only got the cook and Cutthroat, but I already managed to get on their good side."
So my thoughts on this.
One, we bear with it, while we see where the crew sits, and try to get them to our side.
two, when that is done, we can institute a change of command.
Seadreamer pauses while he racks his memory.
Oh yes, and I got a feeling that this might take a while
He still offers the mop and bucket to the young wizard who decided to ruin a coil of rope.
Lad you need to be doing this afore you get cat'o'nine stripes
"Should also wait until it's the right moment. One where there be somethin' that pushes the odds in our favor. The captain can't be in charge unless he's right hard, aye? Otherwise why would everyone be so afraid of him? Even with half the crew on our side, we should be cautious before doin' anything." Brunhild reasoned.
Abel turns to look at Seedreamer.
Nothing to worry about, my good dwarf. Look for yourself.
There is nothing of his purging about the safe coiled rope section of the ship.
The Wizard winks.
Glancing out to the blue roaring sea as the ship continues its course, Abel replies
Well, it is looking like we will have the time. I am thinking that if we can get by without be keelhauled; perhaps...
As he speaks, he seems to lose confidence in this plan.
One day at a day; one day at a time.
as the few hours of crew time went by. The group began to get sleepy from the hard day, the rum wearing off, and the drugs still purging from their system. Sandara said This hammock is mine, and Rosie is next to me. In a few minutes the rest of the crew will be coming down. Badger and Jape sleep up with Patch and Kipper in the bow over there. Make sure you secure yourself a chest along the edge. of the ship lashed to cleats in the wall. See you at breakfast. with that she dropped a few items in a chest near her hammock and then swung into it after taking her boots off and outer clothes, getting down to a shift under her clothes.
Rosie came walking down the stairs from above saying Conch dont you Fraggin touch me again Or Ill skewer you. You dont have the damned right to put your hand on me. Right Giffer?
From up the stairs Giffer could be heard. Oh hes a horny little bugger Ill give ya that. But hes almost harmless aint ya Conch. depsite your dress, I bet ya aint never been with a woman.
Thank you for the suggestion
Then, taking advantage of the suggestion, Seadreamer puts his axe into a chest right beside the hammock he has be assigned, and climbs in.
Now to figure out who we can get on our side.
And with those thoughts, he drifts off to sleep.
Terry considers his meager current possessions, and ignores the chests, for now, choosing to keep everything with him in the hammock.
Prior to the remaining crew coming down; using the arcane power of his Spellbook, Abel cast Waterproof on his person.
Abel gratefully climbs into an unobtrusive hammock, pulling the blanket over his exhausted head....
It was fun while it lasted. While she felt more comfortable with the crew after her drink, the consequences of her actions hit her hard soon afterwards. By the time the hangover hit, she was ready to head in. She nodded to Sandara in a small thanks before putting her kit in the chest closest to her quarters. Afterwards, she entered her cabin... and saw that there were only two beds. She turned her head back and forth between Kroop and Grok before finally settling on an answer.
"I can sleep on the floor. I'll just need a bed and blankets."
Ambrose looks up half drunk and half asleep and says...Oh have hammock unhooked right there. just hook it up.
sleep claims everyone ...and too early they get awoken and prepare for the day. making the way upstairs to the main deck to get their assignments . On the way they get a plate of biscuits and gravy.
Mister Plugg and Master Scourge are quick to put you to work.
Riggers
Rigging Repair- Barefoot, Lily, Terry
Linework-Conch
Upper Rigging Work-Narwal, Ratline
Rope Work-Slippery Syl, Maheem
Swabs
Bilges-Badger, Scrimshaw, Ellie, Destinie
Rat Catcher-Fipps, Seadreamer
Swabbing The Decks-Sandara, Rosie
Hauling Rope and knot Work-Shivikah, Tilly, Cog, Abel, Brunhild
Runner-Jape
Repairs-Aretta, Giffer, Ming
Day 1: Swab!
When the duties of the day was called out, Brunhild's day was immediately ruined. Swab work. She had hoped that she had proven herself worthy enough the day before, but now she was being given busy work while Ming had been chosen to work on repairs. Being passed over stung, but she held her tongue. She would have time to prove herself. So she kept her mouth shut and dutifully hauled rope. Given that at her parent's business it usually fell on her to do the brute force work that nobody else wanted to do, it came easily enough for her. And once the rope was hauled, she sat and went about knotting with skilled hands.
As she worked she began to chant. It was a habit picked up from long hours working alongside her clansmen, in that when hours of work was needed, sagas of old would be chanted to pass the time and keep the rhythm. Without giving it any thought, she went about repeating the words of the saga entitled 'The Wrath of King Valthyr'
"...In swelling rage | then rose up King Valthyr,--
Seldom he sits | when he such things hears,--
And the oaths were made, | the words and bonds,
The mighty pledges | between them made.
I know of the horn | in temple, hidden
Under the deep-reaching | holy rock;
On it there sounds | with Valthyr's pledge
A mighty blast: | would you hear?
On all sides saw I | dwarves assemble,
Ready to march | to battle the orcs;
Skuld bore the banner, | and Skogul marched next,
Guth, Hild, Gondul, | and Geirskogul.
Of Herjan's chosen | the list have ye heard,
Hearthguard ready | to march o'er the earth..."
Noticing Cog looking at her she stopped. "Old working habit." She explained, simply. "Fixing broken ships takes many an hour and it passes the time. They flog for such? Seems like near anythin' will get them to draw blood here."
Didn't make it up myself. Was lifted and modified from the prose edda. Figured that viking poems would be the closest to dwarven sagas
Day 1: Swab!
Abel wakes up early. The Wizard studies his Spellbook under the covers. After an hour and a half because of the not-too ideal situation to study, Abel rushes up to join the others for morning assignments.
This gravy is not bad.
The Bookworm just nods dutifully hearing his assignment. He follows Brunhild to their work area.
So, ropes, huh? What exactly are we doing with them?
Abel follows the dwarf's lead all day. When the chance presents itself, Abel will attempt to chat up Shivikah.
Ellie wakes an hour early to pray to her god and weave a few spells, not that she's likely to need them here. Still, her ability to do so now that she has a holy symbol is a comfort. Once finished, she drags herself out of her sleeping cot and up the stairs to the main deck. She chokes down the biscuits and gravy, actually not as bad as it could've been but still not great.
"The bilges?" She had worked hard the previous day; why does she deserve this? Then again... Upon learning that Scrimshaw will be there as well, she decides there are worse punishments.
Badger is listed as Unfriendly in the crew of the wormwood section in the campaign information.
per influence others rules that give you a DC20+ badgers cha modifier which is 0 for most of the crew members.
so
you need a 20 to shift her to Indifferent.
Terry takes the time to get as much gravy on and in the biscuits as he can to help soften them up as he eats. He does his best to get every crumb and drop that he can, expecting he'll want the energy before they day is done.
Day 1: Rigger
Repairing the rigging is less physically demanding than the monkey work, but far more tedious, unrelenting, and exacting. But it is familiar work, so Terry gets to it, not wanting to be the next example . . ..
As they work repairing the rigging, restoring strngth to the various rope joins and tightening up the points where the rope has slipped or stretched, Terry tries to engage 'Barefoot' Samms in conversation, see if he can't work at making a friend.
Apparently, Terry got too involved in the conversation and slacked off pretty badly on his work . . ..
The Bilge is a foul damp place with thick cobwebs above and 1 foot of daek brackish water that sticnks abominably below. A ladder leads up to the crew deck, and you know that many of the crew have come down here to relieve themselves during the crew time and evening. A single bilge pump is set near the stern and manning the pump is just one of the jobs in the bilge. scopping buckets of foul sewage and taking it to throw overboard is another, and scraping and cleaning the mast jutting up through the decks another. 6 pair of manacles are attached to the mast attesting to the use of the bilge as the brig.
mid morning Badger turned to The three who were mucking the bilge as Badger was pumping fetid water out the ship.
Look ye scrubs. Ye'd best be outta my way. I want ye to know Ill spit ya like a pig as soon as look at ye. An If Master Scourge takes a dislikin to ya, Ill be one a the ones he sends after ye. An Ill enjoy it. Oh an Destinie Luv, it was ma pleasure to be making sure ye was a member of the crew back at the Wench when A drank wit ye. Ye are too pretty not to have be a member. If ye are lucky, Ill decide to take ye for ma own...howd ye like that girlie.?
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Fipps turned to Seadreamer as the snuck around catching bugs, and he had got ahold of a rather large roach, easily 4 inches long...he grinned and stuffed it in his mouth crunching it. then smiled at the dwarf, who saw the bug still wiggling trying to get free.
One final chomp ended its chances and he said in a voice that resounded in threat and violence Looks Here Dwarfy. Im not the friendly type. Fact bein, Ye need do as I say at all times. an ifn ye are good. Ill keep ye out of the light of the bosses. Ifn ye dont. Ill make sure dey know ye are a malingerrer. Ye got dat?
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in the hold where Brunhild and Abel were busily haulin ropes up and down, Tieing various knots. with Cog, a weaselly looking man if there was ever one..., Sevika an ebony woman whose muscles were tight and had hands wrapped in cloth. who had the appearance of a predator, and Tilly who seemd more afraid of everyone else than anything and did whatever Cog and Shevikah said. ...under the watchful eye of Master Scourge.
Scoourge nodded at Cogs and Shevikah and went upstairs for a bit and they crowded around Abel looking at him trying to tie knots...and Shevikah grinned and you could see several gold teeth ...and said Boss dont think ye are gonna make it Skinny. said for us to make sure ye knew yur days are numbers. Hes already eyein ye for the sweat box and thinkin to make an example out of ye ifn ye don show him ye can make it.
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On the forecastle Lily and Terry were repairin line with Barefoot Samms, who knew rope well.
Master Riaris was watching the three of you and started saying. Lily Im thinking ill call you Tusker. what do you think of that nickname for you? and you...Terry...of Quent, right? maybe we should just call you Quent?
Abel looks up at Shivikah, as he lifts and carries like his 20th coil of rope from this pile of coiled rope to another similar pile of coiled rope literally 12 feet 4 inches from the original pile of coiled rope. Abel knows this exact distance because he has walked it 19 times as of yet.
The Wizard smiles at Shivikah.
I f~*$ing just knew that I should have studied Evocation more!
Throughout the morning, Ellie throws out small comments to try and start a conversation with Badger-- "Hey, I think you got a bigger bucket than me," or "So when does the food get better?" All she gets for her efforts, though, is the occasional snarl. Finally she tries a more direct "Sorry, my name's Ellie and I just want to--" but she's cut off by his angry rant. She blinks, taken aback that he would be so directly hostile to crewmates. She had dared to hope that perhaps there would be a sort of comeraderie among the other swabs, even those who were not pressganged. Clearly she'd been mistaken.
She could only imagine how bad the bilge could be, and reality blew all expectations. It much fortitude not to retch up in the place at the spot. Yet she was willing to put up the necessary work so that she could get out of this dump.
And then she was with them.
When Badger mentioned her time at he Formidably Maid, she slowly looked over to Ellie while staring at her in a way that screamed 'don't you ever talk to me about that' and then she focused all her strength at the task at hand.
Try as she might, she struggled to make much progress with the pump, having to rely on others for help. Oddly enough, the smell and heat weren't nearly as bad as the embarrassment she felt being reminded of that time.
"Quent'll work, if Terry's too much to remember." He figured he would regret the reply, but he had to push back some, or the man would find something that might actually bother Terry . . .. And Quent was far better than he had hoped for.
Aye Fipps, I'll be remembering that.
Seadreamer sets to the assigned task with sullenness, but as he works, he takes the time to look around.
The Bell rang 3 times ending the work day. Everyone gradually made their way to the main deck.
Brunhilde had made headway with Cog, at lease he wasnt angry any longer he didnt seem to care one way or the other....and she had fallen easily into the work of hauling rope around.. It was tedious labor, but somewhat out of the limelight.
She arrived up top and cog moved to stand by Syl, but didnt scowl at Brunhild like he had in the beginning of the day.
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Abel had spent the day learning how to tie knots. His agile mind adapted to the task easily, and he ended the day tired but with some satisfaction that he would be on Scourges s~!! list. However he had made no headway with Shivakh who was a foul angry Mwangi woman. He had noticed though that Tilly didnt bear the grudges that Shivakh had. He found out she was a Barmaid who had been pressganged by Scourge same time as Aretta. They had been at the same bar, and only Tilly walking outside into the alley at the wrong time got her shanghaid.
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Terry, has a rough day adaptting to the knots used by the crew...some are not what hes accustomed to, and coupled with trying to repair rigging in the air while the ship is sailing is cumbersome and he botches his work several times....though maybe its because he spent more time chatting up Barefoot Samms, as she was called. An interesting plain looking woman with an easy going charm. It turns out shes been on board the ship close to a month. She was out fishing, when the pirates grabbed her off the fishing boat killing the rest of the crew, when they fought back. She had surrendered right away, not having much in the way of fighting skills...but she could work nets and rope...so as a Rigger she adapted easily. She found it easier to climb barefooted and stayed that way all the time so as to keep her callouses strong. At the end of the day Terry could tell she was friendly to him. as she had opened up quite a bit. Seems she was one of the first pressganged....when the ship only had Captain Harrigan, Peppery Longfarthing, The Stitchman, Riaris, and Patch up in Cheliax. It was strange because they had come onto the fishing boat on a jolly boat. The Wormword was tied up at a wharf in Corentym. As for working in close proximity to Riaris, he found the woman watched them keenly and kept the two strange wands always at the ready.
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Ellie scrapes barnacles, sifts through fetid water, dumps sewage with the best of them and she ignores Badgers taunts. while she focus' on what she can find out about the Bilge. There are a number of discarded broken crates and barrels and some bundles of straw. occasionally she feels something metallic beneath the water but because Badger is always watching she dare not check to see what it is...but she is certain theres a lot of gear here that could be easily taken if she could get down here alone. At one point when Badger was doing something to the pump she grabbed up a bottle with a cork in it, that was empty except two tinder twigs. After removing the tinder twigs and tucking them into her belt she put the bottle back in the crate. throughout the day Scrimshaw talked with her about his past and he seemed interested in her...
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Destinie had to fend off hostile badger more than she liked. and her day was fairly miserable because she just couldnt make the pump move. which brought about much laughter from Badger who started calling her Girlie.. She did manage to avoid being worn out when the day ended....they stunk to high heaven when they made their way up to the main deck. Scrimshaw said that the way the pirates typically bathed was to take a rope and go over the side of the ship to dip into the ocean briefly then hang onto the side while they soaped up and then dipped again and climbed back up the rope. Its also how they would relieve themselves. hang over the edge of the ships rails with a rope...
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Seadreamer has a miserable day with Fipps taunting him trying to get him into a fight every chance he can under the watchful eyes of Patch, Scourges right hand gnome...He does a good job of grabbing up beetles, and roaches and finds one rat. so noone can say he didnt do his job. he looks around a lot on the crew deck as he hunts vermin and finds that Jape, Badger, Patch, and Kipper...the Gunners Mate, all have small chest for their personal belongings in this area that is pretty dark....
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Ming seems to have done a good job repairing with Giffer and Aretta.
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Lily repairing rigging...and it appears Lily did much better job this time around.
When all but Owlbear and Cutthroat were topside the Captain announced the Bloody hour and Destinie and Terry were called out
[ooc]Destine-Stress check[/dice]
Abel of Rahadoum(!)--Fatigued-- AC:12(T:12/FF:10)CMD:11 HP:09/09 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+2 WL:+2
1st Wizard (Poleiheira Adherent) M Human (Garundi) Defenses:
Brunhild Liefdottir: AC:12(T:12/FF:10)CMD:16 HP:14/14 Saves-FO:+6 RE:+4 WL:+4
1st Shifter (Elementalist) F Dwarf Defenses: Hardy, Saltbeard, Minor Form
Destinie Nicholae(!!) AC:14(T:14/FF:10)CMD:9 HP:12/12 Saves-FO:+1 RE:+4 WL:+4
1st Oracle (Lore) F Human (Jadwiga) Defenses:
Ellie Dewblossom AC:12(T:12/FF:10)CMD:15 HP:10/10 Saves-FO:+3 RE:+2 WL:+5
1st Cleric (Theologian) F Half-Elf (Half Ulfen) Defenses: Immune to sleep, +2 on saves vs enchantment spells/effects
Lily Tuvol(!) AC:13(T:13/FF:10)CMD:17(18 vs grapple) HP:12/12 Saves-FO:+3 RE:+3 WL:-3(-1 vs fear)
Bloodrager 1 (Crossblooded:Infernal/Destined) F Half-Orc (Half-Chelaxian) Defenses:
Madame Ming AC:18(T:14/FF:10)CMD:14 HP:11/11 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+6 WL:+1
1st Rogue (Unchained-Sylvan Trickster/Tidal Trickster) F Kitsune Defenses:+2 vs. poison or drugs/+4 to avoid effects of alcohol
Seadreamer Stonebeard AC:12(T:12/FF:10) CMD:16 HP:12/12 Saves-F:+4(+8) RE:+4(+8) WL:1(+5)
1st Ranger (Trudd) M Dwarf Defenses: Poison +2 (Steel Soul)
Terry of Quent(!) AC:14(T:14/FF:10) CMD:14 HP:09/09 Saves-FO:+1 RE:+6 WL: +1
1st Rogue (Pirate) M Half-Elf (Half-Garundi) Defenses: Immune to Sleep, +2 vs Enchantments
Abel
Terry, Destine #2 failure.
She appreciated the small talk Scrimshaw gave her... but there was some information that she wished she didn't hear. By the end of it all she sniffed as she tried her best to dry herself of the stench.
There was no other way to put it; it was a bad start for her, and the stress built within her caused her to stammer once more... and her eyes went white once more to face the officers.
Don Knots in 3's Company!
How to Tie a Square Knot:
You can tie a solid square knot by lapping one rope right over left, then underneath the other, and then tying the same again in the reverse direction—left over right and then underneath. You’ll know you did it right when the working end and standing end of each rope is side by side (not making a “cross” like a granny knot).
What the f!~& is a granny knot now!
Abel repeatedly repeats the instructions that Shivakh mumbled once to him; while, Tilly actually performed for him a few times this morning.
The Wizard was a quick learner, although, after 9 hours of tying, untying, knots; the scholars nimble fingers were showing signs of mistreatment.
I used to get papercuts often, but, I am thinking this is worse.
After their time was called for end of the work day, Abel gratefully (but fatigued once again!) made his way up to the main deck along with the others for chow and rum and blood.
I wonder if perhaps we could just have poetry hour instead?
Seadreamer stands stoic for the bloody hour, internally annoyed at the spectacle that the officers of the ship are making it.
I hope to phrasma's realm that they don't hurt them to bad.
As Destinie started walking up there and began speaking in a strange language again..
Master Scourge looked at her oddly and said Ok Girlie. whats with the speech? You teched or somethin? Thats the second time I heard ya babblin on....
the crew were looking at her strange and whisperin.
The group could hear some of the whispers calling her a witch and saying shes haunted or cursed. Of course were saying she was just making it up to get outta trouble.
Ellie stuffs the tindertwigs under her clothes, resolving to find a hiding place for them when she gets back to her bunk. At least I can sink the ship if I need to, she thinks to herself wryly.
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She takes a relieving dip in the sea after such a disgusting day, praying to her patron god she doesn't get stuck in the bilges again tomorrow.
Terry frowns as he's called forth for Bloody Hour, but he moves up, knowing the pain won't really be avoidable, but there will be extra if he doesn't cooperate. He waits to see what they have in store for him, reconsidering his choice to try to make friends instead of focus on the task at hand.
"I can understand her. She's nervous and upset about finding her way up here again. I don't know why she reverts to this language when upset, though."
Destinie looks over to Terry, as if she's surprised that Terry wasn't getting the usual reaction whenever it happens to her before turning back towards Scourge.
"It's aquan. Language of the sea." Brunhild called out, and then repeated the sentence in said language. "Just a language like any other." She hoped that it would help sway public opinion. It would not do for both Terry and Destinie both to be brutally punished for just speaking a language...
Once Terry and Destinie are standing before SCourge and Plugg. The First Mate says Well Quint. Thought you had experience. Ye looked like a Swab up there today. Granted Barefoot is fair to look at. if yu dont want to see the whip, ye better start doin yur job..ye got me?
on the side, Barefoot Samms blushed and looked away.
Fipps said ahh aint that cute
The Scourge who was standing next to Plugg heard Terry then Brunhild come to her defense...he said Well well well we have a girlie who can talk to fishes. should we start callin ye Aqua-Girl?....Since ye two think she needs to be helped...ye can help with her punishment Ye gots me? The two of ye get over here...Quint, Carpenter Dwarf, take yur place beside her. not each of you face the mast. Jape? Bring me the rope. I need to do some bashin.
Jape went and grabbed a 3 foot length of rope that had been put to the flame with wax on the end of it. So it was hard and fused together for about 6 inches.
Badger come help me.
The foul smelling Badger came forward and tore the shirts on Terry, Brunhild and Destinie baring their backs from the shoulder to the the waist.
He came up and whispered to Destinie, leaning into speak directly into her ear.. Ye get 1 bash fur failin to do the job on yur second time. 1bash fur speaking to fishes. and 1 cause I think yu was mouthin off. Ye ready Aqua-girlie?
He pulled the rope back and swung it hard and it made a meaty *thwap* against her fair skin, leaving behind a foot and a half welt of reddened skin. Once more he pulled back and *thwap* this time a trickle of blood ran from where the two welts intersected. A third time he struck...and it was extremely painful.
Now he turned to Terry and handed the rope to Mister Plugg. Hes onea yurs Mister Plugg. Whoe walked forward and took the rope and swung it...then pulled back at the last minute so it barely touched Terry and he said. Sos yu know whos the boss here. I spare you the Bash. Dont speak up for her again, or anyone else...or the 2 bashes youd have gotten today, will be added to that day...with interest.
The to he handed the the rope back to Master Scourge...who walked up to Brunhilde and leaned over saying I dont like you Brunny. I think yur a troublemaker. I think you should keep yur mout shut savvy? ...Nows yu get two bashes ...tody. 1 fur thinkin yu have da right to speak up. 1 fur defending someone gettin the right duly punishment....
two rope bashes later that hurt like the dickins and bled a tiny bit.
The First Mate then reported to the Captain who turned and said Dinner time Mister Plugg the answer came back Aye Aye Capn
[ooc]each rope bash is 1 non-lethal point of damage[/dice]
Abel of Rahadoum(!)--Fatigued-- AC:12(T:12/FF:10)CMD:11 HP:09/09 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+2 WL:+2
1st Wizard (Poleiheira Adherent) M Human (Garundi) Defenses:
Brunhild Liefdottir: AC:12(T:12/FF:10)CMD:16 HP:(NL-12)14/14 Saves-FO:+6 RE:+4 WL:+4
1st Shifter (Elementalist) F Dwarf Defenses: Hardy, Saltbeard, Minor Form
Destinie Nicholae(!!) AC:14(T:14/FF:10)CMD:9 HP:(NL-9)12/12 Saves-FO:+1 RE:+4 WL:+4
1st Oracle (Lore) F Human (Jadwiga) Defenses:
Ellie Dewblossom AC:12(T:12/FF:10)CMD:15 HP:10/10 Saves-FO:+3 RE:+2 WL:+5
1st Cleric (Theologian) F Half-Elf (Half Ulfen) Defenses: Immune to sleep, +2 on saves vs enchantment spells/effects
Lily Tuvol(!) AC:13(T:13/FF:10)CMD:17(18 vs grapple) HP:12/12 Saves-FO:+3 RE:+3 WL:-3(-1 vs fear)
Bloodrager 1 (Crossblooded:Infernal/Destined) F Half-Orc (Half-Chelaxian) Defenses:
Madame Ming AC:18(T:14/FF:10)CMD:14 HP:11/11 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+6 WL:+1
1st Rogue (Unchained-Sylvan Trickster/Tidal Trickster) F Kitsune Defenses:+2 vs. poison or drugs/+4 to avoid effects of alcohol
Seadreamer Stonebeard AC:12(T:12/FF:10) CMD:16 HP:12/12 Saves-F:+4(+8) RE:+4(+8) WL:1(+5)
1st Ranger (Trudd) M Dwarf Defenses: Poison +2 (Steel Soul)
Terry of Quent(!) AC:14(T:14/FF:10) CMD:14 HP:09/09 Saves-FO:+1 RE:+6 WL: +1
1st Rogue (Pirate) M Half-Elf (Half-Garundi) Defenses: Immune to Sleep, +2 vs Enchantments
Abel
Terry (by 3), Destine #2 failure.
Brunhild kept her mouth shut as she marched her way to the front, and even managed to keep an even face as her shirt was whipped. Hearing the lashes that came before her made the wait even worse. When it came to her turn she was steeped by her sudden rush of hatred for the man. To humiliate a shipwright like this! She was of half a mind to scuttle the ship at the first opportunity. See how they liked it if she could work some hidden flaw into her repairs. Thoughts of revenge against the traitorous kinsman who brought her here and her newest tormentor got her through the lashings. Once done she pulled her shirt back up as best she could and marched off towards dinner. Not looking at anyone, she went right for the rum. As horrid as it was, at least it was alcohol.
In yet another odd twist to her, the female dwarf seemed to understand her as well, even speaking some of the word that she knew about. Not that it seemed to have helped her as her back was exposed for punishment. She gasped at each strike directed at her, with the third dropping her to her hand and knees. It was only when Bloody Hour was over that her eyes cleared and she felt normal again. She slowly got back up and looked at the crowd. Judging by the snickering, it felt so embarrassing. And with that she scurried down towards dinner.
This time around, the drink only seemed to make her feel worse, giving her a coughing fit that took a while for her to stop. Part of her wished she could have just been left alone. Yet another part realized that the pirate cleric had a point. Her best chance of survival was to make friends. And friends needed to trust each other. She made the conscious decision to walk over towards the group plus Sandara. moving behind Brunhild before speaking.
"You must be wondering what happened there. I can explain. But you must hold still first." She placed her hand softly on the dwarf's wounded back and chanted in the same language Brunhild and Terry was familiar.
After she did the same to her back, she sat down and told her own tail. "I've been able to heal people for the past few years, but a couple of years ago I started to get seizures every time I get nervous or get in a fight. When I went into a temple, they said I was touched by one of the gods as their oracle. Just not sure who..."
She had to use the table just to steady herself. "Whoever caused this, I get so shaken I can only speak in one language under some sort of trance, and everything I hear sounds like gibberish. At least that's what I thought before I heard you say it..." She pointed to Brunhild. "Aquan. Who speaks something like that?"