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Ciera surreptitiously glances over at the hut but, unable to anything where Holgur indicates, she shakes her head at him to indicate she hasn't spotted whatever he's looking at. Nevertheless she casually moves a little way down the beach (20ft.) stealing more glances the way of the hut when she can.
As they near the skeletons Ciera gulps nervously and flexes her wrists to loosen her wrist sheathes and quickly checks her other daggers. She helps the others haul the small boat onto the sand and then turns to scan the surrounding forest and huts. Perception:
Ciera looks out over the prow of the small boat as they near the shore. Peering intently at the pilings and the rounded domes. "We should definitely see what they are." she says, glancing up at the big man leaning over her. "Perhaps they're something to do with those octopus-things? We should be careful."
Ciera at Plugg's harsh words. "But we can't just leave 'em" she angrily mutters. "We could try to find 'em couldn't we? Who knows what those creatures are wantin?"
Ciera runs below with the others, searching every nook and cranny she can to see if her two friends might be hiding there. Slipping on something wet, she pales and crouches down to examine the marks and then looks up at the others. "Look here. Doesn't this look like the marks those goblin-creatures left behind? And look there, isn't that Sanadara's holy symbol?" She moves over and picks up the item, showing it to the others before securing it around her own neck. Perception:
Profession (sailor): "You might be right there Holgur."[b] Ciera whispers back to the big man. [b]"Lets see who's chosen fer the night shift."
Ciera woozily climbs to her feet rubbing the wound that Kelly's ministrations have healed. "Thanks fer that Kelly. What were those things?"
Ciera slips back avoiding the lash of the strange creature's tentacle as it attempts to trip her. However, her movement brings her into the path of its flashing spear and, as it pierces her side she stares down at the wound before collapsing to the deck.
Ciera smiles as the slimy thing drops to the ground, its tentacles still moving strangely in its death throws. She sways easily out if the way of the next creature's grab and slashes forward with her two blades. Attack:
Attack:
DM:
Ciera, surprised at the creature being taken in by her ill-timed feint, nevertheless spins and strikes at the creature with her two blades. Attack: Attack:
Ciera flicks her wrists, releasing the daggers from their sheathes. Stepping forward she stabs at the creature, pulling her blow at the last moment. Feint:
Perception: Exhausted from working through the storm Ciera can't stifle the yawn that seems to encompass her whole body.
Ciera laughs as the storm's winds lash about her, moving easily over the narrow spars and swinging easily between ropes. Her mood buoyed by being given a respite from the tedium of knot and rope work, she works hard as the rain lashes the ship. GM: Just wondering whether I might get a bonus to rigging or rope work because of my Rope Master rogue talent?.. I know its not in the rules, but it would seem appropriate??
Rope Master:(A rogue with this ability can move at her normal speed when using rope on a Climb check, can take 10 when using Acrobatics to move over narrow surfaces even when in danger or distracted, and gains a +4 bonus when determining the DC to escape bonds when she ties up a creature.)
Dex:
Ciera nervously looks at the approaching clouds and joins in with the rest of the crew to batten down the hatches and get everything ship-shape. As she works she keeps a careful eye on the hostile crew, however, in the bustle it seems that the rivalries have been temporarily put aside as they all work to prepare for the coming storm.
Profession (Sailor):
Ciera continues working as hard as she can through the next day, sure that, should she fail to perform her duties, Aretta will make sure that Scourge or Plugg will hear about it. However, tired from her trip above deck the night before, she ends her shift exhausted.
"How long do ye' think we 'av before we get there? Sounds t' me like we need t' act quick. First thing we need t' do is see 'ow many we've got on our side 'an see if we can put the rest out've action. Questions for GM: Is the hatch down to the crew quaters lockable? Are the night watch always the same? Do all the crew sleep in the same quaters? Any chance of a map of this ship?
Perception:
Ciera can't make out what's being said. She listens at the door for as long as its safe before returning below decks.
Ciera waits until the crew are deeply asleep before surreptitiously drinking the potion and heading to the deck (around 1:00am), trying to find out what Plugg's up to. She will return to her hammock before the potion wears out if possible. Stealth: (roll+skill+moving invis.)
Everyone still here?
"I'd say we've got fourteen or fifteen who'd fight with us and ten or eleven against us. The longer we wait the more I recon might've had it with Plugg's "discipline" but it also gives 'im longer t' get rid've some've us. I could try t' sneak up on t' the deck t'night. I've got this potion here that might help. Not keen on gettin' a keelhaulin though!"
"We need t' keep our heads down 'an watch our backs. If its true that Plugg's planning on slippin away from the Wormwood we should wait till we're clear before we take action - otherwise Harrigan'll just turn and get us all fer mutiny."
Ciera, still stiff after her rough treatment of the night before, sighs as the assignments are read out. Giving her tall companion a wary but friendly smile she resolves to put her head down and work, trying to avoid another beating. Profession (Sailor):
Ciera once again regains consciousness after her heavy beating. The freshly healed scars on her back forming a web with the older ones. She woozily climbs to her feet. "With Scourge and Plugg actin' like this I recon even the sailors on their side'll soon be itchin' t' get rid of 'em" she says. "I've never heard of a crew that stayed loyal fer long without grog or entertainment. I say we keep our heads down an' see if we can't work on some of the others t' see if they'll support us against the bastards. The longer we wait the more of 'em will be on our side."
I'd put my hand up for a potion of CMW since my acrobatics means that I'm usually pretty mobile in a fight. The others should go to support roles maybe? - Belor and Balsooma? possibly...? Invis potion to Balsooma so he can potentially heal? I'm sure that everyone would like the amulet - dice off?
Ciera works as hard as she can, happy to be working alongside Jack - it was lovely hat they'd made friends - just a putty that he still thought she was a boy! - well there was no way she would trust Plugg and Scourge weren't to be trusted..... Profession sailor:
Crew loyalties: FER US
AGIN' US
ARE THEY FER or AGIN' US?
"I reckon he's got some kind of plan t' git us." Ciera whispers back to Holgur and the others. "We'd best make sure we git 'im first! Stay sharp, watch yer backs, and each others' I reckon!" With that she runs down to her locker to grab any remaining gear. Stopping on her way to say a quick goodbye to any of friends that weren't selected to join the skeleton crew.
Hmmm,.. Can't afford crossbow so... Ciera returns the crossbow to Grok, with thanks. She looks over the stores and selects the masterwork theives' tools which she secrets in a small pocket sewn into her shirt. As she's leaving she spies a battered tricorn hat which she grabs as well and, struck by a sudden thought, a sewing kit.
On the first night Ciera spends her time carousing with the crew, spending her time with Skrimshaw Jack as subtly as possible. Getting quite drunk, she heads to bed and sleeps soundly through the night. She spends the next day drinking, but does remember her promise to Grok to return the crossbow which she offers to buy from the stores. That night, merry and uninhibited after a day's drinking, she performs in front of the crew, using the high lines of the ship to perform an impromptu high-wire act . If she has time between these activities she will make sure that she takes fresh water to the prisoners, checking that none are too badly hurt. Night 1: Influence NPC: Jack (Diplomacy:
Ciera replaces her daggers in her wrist-sheathes and resets the springs. Once that is done she moves over to a sailor's body and begins to search it. Looking up at their new companion So what's yer story? How is it you found herself on a Rhahadoumi ship Bein attacked by pirates?
Ciera continues to scan the deck for any new threats (readied action to shoot) and to keep an eye on Belor in case of betrayal.
Ciera, seeing that the others are all concentrating on the sailor, simply reloads her crossbow and prepares to shoot at any new threats.
Ciera steps forward and leans down to look Belor in the face. "Well maybe ye deserve a chance bilge-rat. I'm gonna untie ye but if ye so much as think about turnin' on us, yer shark-bait right?". She begins untying him, stepping back with her crossbow leveled as soon as the ropes are loose enough for him to free himself.
Ciera shouts back over her shoulder to Holgur: "'e says he was tryin' to escape 'em and'll fight the bastards. What d'ya recon, should we give 'im a chance?"
Ciera aims at the sailor and lets fly, beginning to reload her crossbow whilst the bolt still flies towards her target. Attack:
Ciera kicks at the prone figure lightly as she takes out her crossbow and loads it. "Shut-up you" she says whilst taking a step back to the top of the stairs (C19) "you just stay down an' keep out o' the way an' ye might just save yerself from the sharks."
Welcome to the game!
Ciera moves forward to the captured sailor, stowing her crossbow as she does so. Just a glace at Kelly's knot is enough to let her know it would never hold. She quickly reties it hoping to secure the man more tightly. Tie up: (BAB + rope master talent)
Sounds good to me! Whatever most appeals to him.
Ciera gives a sigh as the healing magic infuses her body and gives a quick call of thanks over her shoulder as she continues to scan the deck for any new threats
Ciera scans the boat, ready for any new threats... (Ready action to shoot at attackers)
Ciera moves quickly over to the wheel, stopping momentarily to grab her dropped knives, keeping the crossbow drawn in case of further attacks. She peers into the fog above them, trying to make out if any figures might be hiding up in the rigging.
Ciera steps forward to B19, drops her daggers, pulls out her crossbow and quickly loads it, pointing it at the sailors she yells out... "Ye give up an' we might not 'av t' kill ye! Ye keep goin' and ye'll just be shark-bait."
Quick question about the lifeboat...: what stage are they at in so far as releasing it? - Are they just about to lower it into the water (how far is the drop?) - is it in the water? Would it be possible to cut one of the lines whilst its being lowered and pitch them all into the sea?
Ciera gasps as the sailor's blade opens her old wound but steadies herself and slashes forward with her blades. Due to her fresh injury her first strike slashes wide, however her second finds its mark, biting deep into the sailor's belly. Attack 1: Miss chance: damage:
Ciera lets the sailor drop to the ground just as another moves in to take his place. She sways out of the way of the poorly-aimed strike and her knives flash forwards... The fog that had been her savior a moment ago, now proved a hindrance and both strikes meet nothing but thin air. Attack 1: Miss chance: , damage: Attack 2: Miss chance: , damage: |
