To the questions of Blackjack and Grunyak, Abasi nods.
"Well, Chelish prison ships come to take away prisoners from time to time. At its very basic, this place holds gathered prisoners of all kinds, either to be taken and tried on the mainland, or to be executed on order of the authorities.", as he rubs his neck.
"I am no sailor, but if you are offering voyage back to the mainland, i will not pass on the offer."
Abasi nods.
"Indeed. Cheliax does not look to kind on people breaking out slaves, obviously. Be it physically, or asking the wrong questions.....a thorn in their side is one too many, any day. But i cannot rest if i see that i can free someone from such abominable servitude."
He's idealistic and motivated.
"Heh. I am in no shape for fighting anyway."
His tattered sleeves only partially conceal trained forearms. Beaten, bruised and with old scars.
"Not to upset you, kind sir, unless your ship sets sail for the mainland today, i may not be in time to try prevent an exchange, further north. So perhaps our ways may even part."
Leaving Abasi to recover, you further make your way up.
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At the uppermost level, is a single 15 by 15 feet cell.
A lavish bed is all that furnishes this room, contrasting the lack of decor found elsewhere, though iron bars still adorn the windows and door. An aromatic smell of burning incense fills the air.
On the bed sits a man, early thirties perhaps, smoking a pipe.
Black hair and sharp green eyes. His outfit is that of a seafarer, but one more suitable for someone of some station on a ship.
"Well well. New faces. What're you here for?"
The prisoner looks at Blackjack.
"Ah-ah, 'Captain Caradoc'. But yes, i am he.
What business do you have with me?", he exhales a puff of smoke, watching the people on the other side of the bars with some interest.
Where'd your ship sink?
"Ah, my ship. Tell you what, you get me out of this place, and i will even take you there."
"More importantly to get out, a Chelish prison ship is to arrive within the next few days to take me for trial, and i'd rather not be here when that happens."
Unnvar makes quick work of the lock, getting the door to open with a long creaking sound.
Caradoc gets up, picking what few items he was left with.
Once out, he nods in appreciation.
"As for transport, i recall hearing that a supply ship was to arrive today. We'll have to relieve the owner of it, unfortunately for them."
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"Captain Caradoc it is"
"We already met another prisoner who has headed on his merry way, any more of them in here we need to liberate?"
"We have a ship over the horizon but we need to get to it, and the chance to liberate a vessel from the service of Cheliax is never an unwelcome proposition so we should make the most of the opportunity" Blackjack winks at the fellow.
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“The.. they were just doing their jo.. job … you didn’t have to hurt them so badly!!“ she says with a quivering voice."And we're just doing ours. They didn't spare us the sharp points of their blades, nor did they surrender when they had the chance. If they did their job better than we did then they'd be stretching all our necks by tea time, right alongside this fellow on the gallows - I only feel bad about the dogs".
She is not amused by the answer.
“I will pro.. protect you with my life Mr. Blackjack but please be more careful. You threw someone off the building?! Why was that necessary? Can you at least check on him on the back of your mighty bird?!“ she asks with a hopeful expression.
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Captain Blackjack of The Raven and The Voracious, we're looking for Caradoc. Who are you and what brought you to the noose?""My name is Abasi, and some call me a freedom fighter.
People such as myself, whom the Chelish government can't silence, are sent here. I hope to release the people of Cheliax from their infernal bonds.""Caradoc? The fancy prisoner, that one. He doesn't rot down with the average prisoners. I don't know where his cell is, but if not down here, perhaps look in the upper levels."
“Did you commit any other crimes?!“ she asks carefully.
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Where'd your ship sink?"Ah, my ship. Tell you what, you get me out of this place, and i will even take you there."
"More importantly to get out, a Chelish prison ship is to arrive within the next few days to take me for trial, and i'd rather not be here when that happens."
Unnvar makes quick work of the lock, getting the door to open with a long creaking sound.
Caradoc gets up, picking what few items he was left with.
Once out, he nods in appreciation."As for transport, i recall hearing that a supply ship was to arrive today. We'll have to relieve the owner of it, unfortunately for them."
Setare is totally nit buying the man.
“Tell us more about what exactly happened to you. What about these arti… artifacts you found??!!“ she asks him with a stern look.
In response to Setare, Abasi casually, if proud even, mentions attempting to start a protest, lobbying (unsuccessfully both), challenging slavers for slaves' freedom or paying them if he lost.
That, he did successfully.
Caradoc is surprised at the mention of artifacts.
"Hang on, what's this artifact business?"
Stabilizing: the dwarf was merely unconscious from the sum of wounds and bruises.
The man who was dropped 70ft, miraculously survived, and was only barely awake. Also too afraid as hell to even try moving as long as he knew you were around.
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Let's just say you stole some stuff you shouldn't have. Probably why your ship sank in the first place. Nasty business. But cooperate and we'll let you get back to your pirating ways. Unnvar says a look of distain on his face.
Speaking of pirating we best get to commandeering this vessel you spoke of. When's this supply ship arriving?
Those with an automatic +14 and above on perception notice a final thing when heading outside.
There is a trio of finely crafted javelins.
Speaking of pirating we best get to commandeering this vessel you spoke of. When's this supply ship arriving?
"Somewhere today."
With the newly released Caradoc in tow, you make your exit.
As if speaking of the devil, a ship has moored at the pier below.
The banner frantically waving in the wind, looks to be of red and black color, as you get to the last stairs. The precise shape on it not yet sharp. Still, you know those colors to be common for the Chelish flags.
Coming down the last stairs, you start hearing conversation, as two sailors walk back up onto the ship, a new number of barrels, sacks, and small crates now standing on the pier.
1: "Can't wait to get back to port. I've got a meeting with the tankards in The Heated Tap."
2: "Phah, you mean you're going to try and hit on that brunette that works there?"
1: "You got me there, haha!"
A female voice shouts orders over the weather.
"The sooner you two are done, the sooner we can set sail again. This is no weather to leisurely stroll around in!"
Cadaroc freezes for a moment, as does the woman's shouting, who spots the group coming down.
Cadaroc: "S@&!e, that's the captain that sank my ship and crew!"
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Grunyak keeps up with the running group as they approach the moored ship. He is still floating a few inches off the ground with his airwalk spell still active. "Good thing I still have another hammer spell. I don't have many good range options. We need to get there and board."
Grunyak prior to the group leaving and when the javalins were found takes a look at them.
"They are magic. Silly they are here, though. I'll just thow them in my havor sack."
Back on the docks, Grunyak considers his options. "Let's get'm"
With her sharp eyes also spotting Caradoc, the woman easily connects the dots, and shouts the alarm.
"To arms! Insurgents have broken out the pirate!"
Both sailors turn to look, pulling weapons.
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Johoho, round 1
Jirandiel leaves the helm, heading down to the deck.
The startled bird that was perched on her shoulder follows with a short *craaw*
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Blackjack, Grunyak, Setare
Unnvar, Ikit
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Unlucky sailors
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Setare shakes her head and moves up!
“I already hate this mission!!“ she says softly.
She moves forward and starts to crouch and turns like a crane!
Setare tries to hit the man in green clothing with a nonlethal blow!
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In case Setare is attacked, she will try to parry and riposte with a nonlethal strike.
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Blackjack also draws his sowrd as he dashes towards the ship behind Setare and begins a new 'song of his people'
Talamandor screeches a blood-curdling scream as it takes wing and bears down on the human prey
Talon
Damage
Grab or be Grappled.
The sailors, like the guardsmen, likely even less so, are having a really bad day. Instead of shore leave, they receive a beatdown most brutal.
Green gets a haymaker from Setare and, as he turns his head forward again, he is slashed and grabbed by the roc's talon.
"Waahh! Lemme go, oversized bird!!"
The other sailor's outfit is cut along by Unnvar, dealing a grievous wound to the man.
Time to surrender Captain! He barks at the women with the bird.
She replies: "The arrogance!"
Out loud: "Caradoc, you bilge rat coward of a traitor! You let everything be done by other people again, not having the balls to face your adversary in person!"Grunyak & Ikit
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Unfortunate sailors
Green (26 nl, 15 lethal, grappled)
Red (36 dmg)
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Grunyak moves to the end of the first pier stopping just at the end. He floats there for a second considering to the air walk to get to the boat, but he decides to attack the red sailor.
"Torag, for your earth give me strength." He levels his arm palm extended and a burst of liquid streeks away at red.
"I am coming soon, just clearing the way a little first." Grunyak says apologeticly to his charging allies.
Ikit casts glitterdust on the assembled enemy!
Grunyak, seeing the red sailor standing near the rails, launches an acid dart at the man. However the wooden rail provides enough an hindrance for the dart to miss.
Ikit sees Serate looking to his own left, and takes an educated guess as to where it would be safe to decorate the air in shiny dust.
The captain and the sailor close their eyes in time, but the tiny bird is suddenly blinded, letting out an unnerved *CRAW*.
Green frantically tries to free himself from the roc's grasp.
, "Was supposed to get shore leave today! Piss off!", he utterly fails in his attempt.
Red, shaking from his wound, tries a last ditch effort to save grace before he will inevitably fall. Not so much stabbing, as making Unnvar wary enough to aid his captain in attacking.
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Johoho, round 2
The captain tries sizing Unnvar up, before attacking with her rapier.
For all the failing of her crew, the captain, a young redhead elf, lands a precise jab into Unnvar's shoulder. Her second strike is much less accurate.
The bird in its blinded state, flies west, but hits the ropes, where it is semi-perched now.
Blackjack, Grunyak, Setare
Unnvar, Ikit
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Unlucky sailors
Green (26 nl, 15 lethal, grappled)
Red (36 dmg)
Green goes unconscious after the first hit.
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Blackjack arrives, sword drawn, and audibly sighs for a moment whilst side eye-ing setare then addressing the enemy captain "You could choose to parely right about now, or you could see where this goes..."
Talamandor rleases the limp fish sailor and comes screeching in to grab the sailor with the red bandana.
Death from above/PA/IC
Talon
Damage
Grab or be Grappled.
"My bird is bigger than yours, Captain, and your fellows are fallen"
He returns to his jaunty tune of revolution - vive la Galt!
The roc tears the hapless sailor another wound, and he falls to the deck bleeding.
"Pirates, the lot of you, i loathe pirates. Taking what does not belong to them, killing whomever they want, all must stand trial and pay for their crimes!!"
Ikit double moves onto the ship.
Unnvar's first attacks seem hampered by the aching of his shoulder, but then in his anger, he manages to strike at the captain, who tries to parry it, but it is not enough.
"Agh!...why you.."
Pirates? We just need a ride. We would not hurt anyone if they would just let us accomplish our tasks peacefully
"You associate with a criminal, and attacking my ship and men is far from peaceful."
Caradoc comes slightly closer to the ship.
"Jirandiel, you're not so tough when outnumbered, are you? How's it feel, eh?", he mocks her.
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Johoho, round 3
Captain Jirandiel makes a retaliation against Unnvar, the two now exchanging blows.
, and she lands a jab in Unnvar's other shoulder. The second jab comes close, but not close enough. She steps 5ft away after.
The bird still ruffles its feathers, unable to get the sparkly dust out of its eyes, while trying to withstand the weather.
Blackjack, Grunyak, Setare
Unnvar, Ikit
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"One man's criminal is anothet man's freedom fighter. It be a matter of perspective. We still just need a ride. There could be a less bloody solution."
Grunyak pauses slightly to see if his words change anything. He then shifts over to cut off the lady captain's access to aft.
"But if we must..."
He will stab out at her half heartedly.