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Things seem to have died here so it may not matter but, unfortunately I am no longer able to participate in the game. I hate doing this. There really isn't a nice way to say it but my wife is jealous of the time I spend gaming. Sorry to just leave like this, but my marriage is more important to me than the game. I took a break several months ago for the same reason, but I guess taking a break wasn't enough. Sorry for the inconvenience my departure causes, and hope you all have a good game. Thanks.

me neither

I am getting the feeling that real life has captured our GM.

If you can't reach the keys, then there is not much we can do tonight but rest. Ben replies and settles back in his cage. I am not sure how we will be able to help those swabs as long as we are locked up in here, and we we have no way to get out of here.

hooray!

Been awhile since the Gm posted. I hope things are okay.

I will see what I can do about getting stuff back if I ever get out of this cage.

Those keys may let us out of here, but getting out right now will just get us a beating and get us thrown back in these cages. But no one says we have to stay in here all the time. Ben thinks to himself as he eyes the set of keys.

Oi, Brutis mate, do you think you can reach that set of keys there. Ben asks pointing out the keys to the Big man. Those may be the keys to these cages. If we have them then we can get out of these cages, though we have to be careful if Plugg and Scourge find us wandering around when they haven't let us out they will lock us up again, but if we can get out we can look for you hammer. I heard they put all my stuff in the quartermasters store. I will bet your hammer is there too.

stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

If Brutis is able to get the keys and they are able to get out of the cages Ben goes to the galley to see if he can get into the quartermasters store and look for his things and Brutis' hammer. If he can't get into the quartermaster store he searches the galley for useful items, as well as food and drink. If kroop is in the galley, and wake and semisober, Ben spends some time talking to him, then returns to his cage. hopefully with some food and drink for himself and brutis.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

If I get out of here soon I will see if I can find your hammer and what kind of shape it is in. I don't think anyone is getting off this ship for awhile yet. Unless of course the captain is a complete fool. He won't put into port anywhere for awhile. Half his crew would jump ship on him if he did. Of course that's what you get when you press gang your crew. . . .So what did this hammer of yours look like?

Nice to meet you mate. Ben says reaching out of his own cage to shake the mans hand. These bilge rats are pretty deperate for crew. They grabbed me and a bunch of others out of a tavern in Port Peril a couple days ago. If you plan on killing Plugg I won't try to talk you out of it. That is one low bastard that surely deserves killing. Most ships aren't like this one. This Captain Harrigan is going to have a mutiny on his hands if things keep on as they are. The bastards stole everything I own when they pressganged me. Even my spare cloths if you can believe it. No, most ships aren't like this one, but even this ship is better than being a slave again. So who is Hamma?

I doubt those bastards can hear me all the way down here. I was mostly singing for my own amusement. Ben replies and leaves off his off key singing. The names Ben. . . It was trying to help you out that got me tossed in here. Who are you? and what was all that up on deck before we got tossed in here?

Ben slept late into the day, but he also spent a while making up songs about Plugg, and Scourge. In the songs he accused both Plugg and Scourge of having carnal knowledge of the galley pigs, each other, and each other's mothers and any other deviant act he could think of. He even included a verse about Plugg and Scourge's manhoods deficiencies and the diseases they carried. He then sang the songs off key at the top of his lungs for the entire ship.

perform sing: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

So can I get some information on where Ben is confined? is he chained up or free to move around the space he is confined in?

so locked up in the bilges, or in the box on deck? Is there anyone else around, the big man for example or is Ben all alone?

Fatigued 9/9 HP -2 for fatigue
This is going to get me another beating. I just know it is. Ben thinks as he joins the scuffle around the big man. Ben sucker punches one of the pirates trying to drag the big man off but isn't able to get much force behind the blow.

attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
damage: 1d2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
sneak attack: 1d6 ⇒ 1

3 damage to one of the minions.

Thanks for the warning. Ben says to Sandara. This won't be the first time I have whipped, probably won't be the last either. Say you wouldn't happen to have a set of picks (thieves tools) I could borrow for a day or two would you?

Even slacking off most of the day Ben is near exhausted by bloody hour and when his name is called he just wearily shakes his head. Ben strips off his jacket and shirt revealing back and shoulders already crisscrossed by lash scars.
Would you mind holding these for me love? He asks Rosie Cusswell with a wink and a smile.
As they are tying him to the mast Ben calls to Plugg This isn't really about the fight this morning is it. This is about what I did with your mother in Port Peril isn't it. The first lash feels like fire across his back. Haven't felt that in a while Ben thinks as he hisses through his teeth from the pain.
Mistress Scourge! I know why your angry with me. Plugg's mother told you my "harpoon" was bigger than yours didn't she? Scourge's whip cracks again and another line of fire traces across Ben's back.
Gah! Alright that time was a little better lassie. I actually felt that one.
Oh good. I won't have to feel the next four. Ben thinks as he begins to sink into unconsciousness. A surge of energy and a splash of seawater jerk him back into consciousness and he looks up to see Sandara give him an apologetic smile. The third and fourth lashes are more sound than substance and Ben barely feels the whip.
Your losing your touch Lassie! Ben calls to Scourge. Your not following through with your wrist enough. Gah! Ben screams as the fifth lash cuts his back.
Okay, you've got it figured out now. Well done. Ben pants as leans against the mast. Ben screams again as the sixth lash leaves a trail of fire across his back then slumps unconscious.
Another bucket of seawater brings consciousness back and Ben finds himself lying face down on the deck. He wearily drags himself to his feet then goes in search of Rosie Cusswell and his clothing. So, how did I do? He asks as he retrieves his clothing from the girl.
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Ben has to force himself to eat the evening meal, when the rum is brought around he surreptitiously dumps it over the side. He is just sitting leaned against a coil of rope feeling drained when he hears the big man's challenge. He again drags himself to his feet and moves to where he can get a better view. This might be interesting he says to no one inparticular as he watches Plugg square off with the big man.

There were four pirates. Kashmyk was fighting Jape I was wondering who pirate number 3 was

Does you know who that big lump I was fighting with was? I think I would like to avoid him in the future. Ben says to Rosie Cusswell as they are going on deck to get their days assignments.

sailor: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
constitution: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
shirking
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Ben slacks off during the day he gets his work done but spends some time looking around the crew quarters

GM is out until monday look under the all spoiler in his last post on the gameplay board.

HP6/9 you never said whether you were gonna change the first attack to a hit or not.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

the punch from the larger pirate makes Ben see stars and sets his ears ringing. Can't take many of those and stay on my feet. He thinks to himself. Ben again dodges between the man's legs and runs back to where Risam has been hanging back out of the melee. Oi Mate! Time to get in the fight. he yells to the ratfolk sailor

Drak, Ajani you can post your actions anytime.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
damage: 1d2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Ben ducks between his opponents legs and punches the pirate hard in the left kidney. Now on the opposite side of the pirates blocking the way Ben steps back towards the stairs up to the main deck.

acrobatics to move through opponents square
Attack on pirate 3
Five foot step

They took our armor when they brought us on board right? If so then my AC is 14 not 18 and I got hit by that attack. I don't think it would change my actions eiter way so if you want to leave things as they are I am fine with that and if you want me to take the hit I am fine with that too. Sorry about the confusion.

I posted my actions earlier, but here they are again

Ben takes a short run and leaps at one of the pirates kicking out at his right knee with both feet.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
damage: 1d2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

I am just wondering what the captain plans on doing with Ben's spare cloths. There aren't many people on board that they will fit. I what my stuff back. =(

If the lashes came from brawling the other pirates wouldn't be starting anything with us they would be going for strait intimidation. Besides the first mate and the Bosun are buttheads. The will give us lashes for being late.

I think we are all gonna get lashes for being late, and Ben is probably gonna catch a beating.

Welcome Kashmyk! as you can see we are just about to get in a brawl with some other members of the crew. I'd say roll for initiative and post some actions.

looks like a fight has started. so Chaenath and Ajani are up

This here works pretty well for making very simple maps. you can adjust the size of the map, and Paint the tiles how you want. to put in a character drag and drop a picture into the map. There are no instructions on how to use it so you just gotta fiddle with it. A lot of people use google doc drawings to do combat maps.

If a fight does get started
sense motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
What could they possibly gain from this? We've nothing to steal. Making us late will get us the lash but won't gain them anything, unless they are all sadistic bastards like that rat Plugg. Ben thinks to himself. normally I would draw a blade and see how far they want to take this, but I don't have my blades right now.

Ben takes a short run and leaps at one of the pirates kicking out at his right knee with both feet.
acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
damage: 1d2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Ben opens one eye and looks at Kuuthros. Kobold. He says. My name is Ben and I would thank you to not call me Munchie ever again. He looks down and sees the chest. You stole that chest from the quartermasters store. . . . I could probably open it, but I don't have my tools, and I am tired and little drunk. Take it back where you got it, maybe I can take a crack at it tomorrow.

how is Kuuthros managing to haul around a chest with everyones gear in it? I don't think he is strong enough to move a chest with that much stuff in it, let alone do it with out being noticed by anyone

After chatting with the ships cook "Fishguts" Kroop for a little while Ben finds himself getting sleepy so he excuses himself explaining that the rum was a bit too strong for someone his size and he is starting to feel it's effects. He goes to the crew area and finds a free hammock. He spends several minutes cursing the thieving bilgerat of a captain he has been stuck with, but eventually manages to fall asleep.
I need to find this Grok tomorrow and see about getting my things back. he thinks to himself as he drifts off.

ready to move on to the next day

Items found onboard the ship are all assumed to be sized for medium creatures?

perc: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
constution: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Ben watches the Keelhauling with his face set in an expressionless mask. He doesn't fail to notice the look on Plugg's face. The poisonous bastard enjoyed that. He thinks to himself when the bleeding shredded wreck that was Jakes Magpie is dumped overboard to the sharks.
Ben accepts the cup of rum with the intention of drinking it, then he catches a wiff of the potent liqueur. Not drinking that strait. he thinks to himself. Ben mixes water into the rum to dilute the harsh drink. He takes his fish stew and grog and sits with the other swabs. He notices the exchange between the Risam and the red haired human.

You said your name is Sandara? I'm Ben. he says offering her his hand. You know where our belongings are? Ben asks. You seem to know what is going on on this ship. Who can we trust and who should we watch out for?
Ben eats his food and drinks his grog. He discovers that he didn't water the rum enough and immediately regrets drinking it. That stew was suprisingly good. I think I will go meet the cook. I hope it wasn't that crazy kobold. While chatting with the cook Ben looks around the Galley for anything that might be useful.

perc: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Diplomacy on Fishguts: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

profession Sailor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
constitution: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Ben has no trouble with the day work having spent his entire life onboard ships. As he goes about his task he introduces himself to Risam and to the other small sized members of the crew.
The names Ben, Ben Sandlock. Quite the welcome aboard we got. I am doubtful that the distribution of loot on this ship will be fair considering the first thing they did was steal all our belongings.

Influence Rosie Cusswell
diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

I sent the kobold a PM with a link to the Gameplay thread. You may need to pick someone else though GM.

Ben wasn't happy with being press ganged and the captains little speach didn't do anything to ease his concerns over the matter. When the bald Mr. Plugg imperiously ordered them up to the lookout while most of them are still groggy from the drugs used on them the night before confirmed it.
Ben my lad. he said softly to himself as he moved to the ratlines. You have fallen in with bad company. He doesn't try to hurry as he climbs. He is a little slow getting started and slips several times on the way up but eventually manages to reach the crow's nest.

Ben looks around with interest as he clambers out of the hatch onto the main deck. He makes note of how many crew are visible, what species the different crew members are, and the general layout of the ship.

perc: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

sorry I am a little ocd about immersion breaking stuff like that. I am not saying they can't have Lucerne Hammers just that they wouldn't be called Lucerne Hammers because there is no Lucerne Switzerland. They would have to call them something else. lol

Ben does a slight double take at the monkey like man. Then gives him a broad grin. Nutmeg is what I taste too so you must be right. We don't have a choice but to go along with them. they took all our weapons. Ben replies is a low voice.

Inn, tavern No, I do not ever remember letting you off the ship. You should know better then that.
Oh come now! Ben thinks when he hears the bearded man's obvious lie. No one would believe that. This bilgerat is stupider than he looks. Probably stupid enough to be dangerous. best be careful.
He's a vicious sod too ain't he. Ben thinks as the bearded pirate slashes at one of the crew members with his whip.
I wonder what it is they gave me to knock me out?Ben thinks as he climbs the narrow ladder to the upper deck after the other small crewman. I can't say I care for the headache and the aftertaste. Tastes like nutmeg.

shanghaied is the wrong word there is no such place as shanghai on Golarion, just like they can't have Lucerne Hammers because there is no Lucerne on Golarion. Kidnapped, pressganged, or simply pressed is probably the best we can do.

I didn't drink enough last night to feel this bad. Ben thinks as he rides out the pain pulsing through his skull. Panic grips him for a moment as he notices absence of the familiar weight of his weapons. No chains and I still have my cloths. Not a slave then. Not yet anyway. He thinks as he forces down the panic. Someone drugged me or I wouldn't feel like this. I am on a ship, but Port Peril doesn't have a navy. I couldn't have been press ganged? could I?

"Still abed with the sun over the yardarm?! On your feet, you 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!"

Well that answers that. Ben thinks as he climbs to his feet. He surreptitiously checks for to see if his captors missed any of his belongings when they searched him. Specifically the set of thieves tools he'd had hidden in the folds of his sash. As he follows the others up on deck to report to the "Cap'n" Ben looks around curiously, studying the faces of the people around him to see if he recognizes anyone from the night before.
perc: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

So where are our chef and the Swashbuckler?

So the impression I am getting is that we are going to RP the night before we all wake up on the ship. and we are going to start doing that in a couple of days?

I am ready to go. Excited to be aboard.

got to say Iogorian comes across as a right bas#@€d.

I know all about real life gettiing int he way. I am coming back from dropping everything for three months because of real life issues. So I completely understand. Hope everything worked out this weekend.

I think the waiting after submiting a character is the hardest part of applying to a game.

Thank you for pointing those things out Krumthi everything should be fixed now.