Still need to sort out starting gear and theme Music, but otherwise Morgan Rackham, Human Sea Singer Bard is ready to go.
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Me too, I am starting to get into the groove of how Morgan thinks and acts, so would be willing to stick it out. However, if you feels that life issues will take up too much of your time in the near future, then I say make sure you take care of yourself first Val, no point in continuing to GM just for the sake of us players.
GM Valmoon:
Thinking that was cracking the woman's tough exterior, Morgan smiles as well before letting out a "woof" of surprise and pain as the woman's blow takes Morgan to his knees. Any of the individuals that had confronted Morgan in the bilges snickers at the man's pain.
Taking a few moments to recover, Morgan mutters, "Well, that be her answer then, what kind o' man would I be ta push tha issue," as he goes about the celebration. Hearing his name called, Morgan simply gives a small shrug, though he would still be under the command of Pluggs and Scourge, he would at least be off the Wormwood. Depending on who else goes aboard with us, this might be just the opportunity that we need, Besmara be blessing us fer sure, he thinks to himself as he gathers his gear, slipping on his armored coat, buckling on his cutlass and plopping his tricorn hat on his rag covered head. Once he is ready, Morgan spends the remaining time taking inventory of who he would be sailing with on the Man's Promise.
Well, I think the only player form the new group that is with us still was Eugeni. I am still around and waiting to see how the four nights of celebration went.
I am here and eager to continue. My next post really is reliant on the results of the rolls outlined in the 4 days of partying.
With the apparent disappearance of a few of the other PCs, what do you all think about splitting the booty between who is left. If so, then it would be 125 gp each. Otherwise, we could say then took their booty and ran.
That is okay with me. As the more heavily armored and partial to his cutlass "Bessie", Morgan will stick with the gold as well.
At the end on the day on day 2, besides taking his rum ration and chatting with Sandara, Morgan goes to bed early to sleep off the fatigue from any possible fatigue and con damage from Night 1
Night 1 Throwing himself right into the festivities, Morgan throws back his rum ration before challenging one of the sailors to arm wrestling, "C'mon ya lubber, show me what ya got."
Night 2 On the second night, Morgan continues to enjoy his rum, drinking deeply one more while chatting with Sandara, listening to anything she might say about Besmara, still wanting to learn more about the blessing she has placed on him.
Night 3 Once more taking his rum ration, he saunders up to Shivikah, saying, "Hey there...I think we got off on tha wrong foot. Tha name'z Morgan, nice ta meet ya!"
Night 4 Deciding to give Hog toss a try, Morgan puts down 2 gold before taking his greased bar and lobbing it as far as he can after taking his customary rum ration.
Taking Tevyn's offered hand in his own calloused grip, he says, Tha pleasure be mine. While we got this time ta ourselves though, I want ta know where ye all stand. Are ye anxious fer a life under tha first mate's cat o' nine tails or are ye looking ta sail tha open seas tha way tha Lady Besmara intended?"
One of the last sailors crumpling under his sap and the others seeming to give up, Morgan looks around, "Well, pretty clean capture o' this ship is I do say so myself. Smart tactic in getting the prisoner's loose and equipped to help take the ship." Turning to the newcomers, Morgan says, "Ye look like an able sort. Be have a few words and an offer fer ya all to contemplate. Most likely, ye are gonna be recruited ta the ship's crew and facing the whip of those scurvy Plugg and Scourge! Tha name's Morgan, and ye got a friend in me." To those that had sailed with Morgan, they would notice a new boldness to the man. Seems his time in the sweat box has instilled a new determination in the man.
Seeing No-Eyes down the enemy he was on, Morgan moves down the stairs to end up near the enemy Tevyn is on. Lashing out with his sap, he attempts to take the man down.
Wanting to put the men down as soon as possible, Morgan continues his assault on Rahadoumi #3.
The wizard collapsing to the ground, Morgan focuses on his next target, one of the riflemen. Rushing up the stairs, Morgan lashes out with his sap.
Slumping against the banister at that last blow, Morgan breathes a sigh of relief as the cleric goes down but was ready to sit the rest of the fight out until No-Eyes bestows some of his healing. Slightly reinvigorated, Morgan smiles as he says, "Thanks mate!" before charging the wizard and in an attempt to stop the wizard swings at him with his sap.
Seeing an opportunity as the cleric's size warps, Morgan takes an attack of opportunity on the cleric.
Realizing the situation he found himself in, Morgan presses forward, swinging his sap at the cleric in an attempt to hinder the cleric's spell casting. However, taking a m
Hi all, it has been a hectic week or so, sorry for the lack of posting. I will get something posted right now. Also, I am currently in transfer for an academic trip to China that will be happening over the next two weeks. Though I will have access to internet, the professors have lined up a really full schedule and I might not be able to post reliably over these next two weeks. Please feel free to DMPC me if it helps to speed things along.
Looking that the Rahadoumi swordsman for an instant, he exclaims, " T'row ya blade down! Ye better be sure and NOT have a change o' heart matey, O' me and ol' Gertrude here will have ta pay ya a visit!" Morgan says this as he indicates the cutlass hanging from the scabbard at his hip. After the swordsman drops his blade, Morgan pushes past the rahadoumi, Moving closer to the nearest caster.
Grunting at the hit, Morgan nonetheless smiles as he sees Renzuran appear behind the swordsman. Taking advantage of the priest's strategic location, Morgan strikes out again with his sap.
THe explosion of the guns startling Morgan a bit, he grips as he shouts, "We pay ta be paid ya lubber! Now go ta sleep like a good little boy." Gripping his newly bought sap, Morgan swings in an attempt to knock the swordsman out.
Rushing off to catch Grok, Morgan fishes out a coin to get a sap. Returning to his position, he charges onto the rahadoumi vessel, headed for the sterncastle of the ship, Morgan charges the stair, lashing out with his newly procured sap at the sword wielding Rahadoumi.
Hearing that the Captain wants prisoners, Morgan glances at his cutlass before speaking up. "If tha Captain wants us ta be takin' prisoners, ya think we can get a few saps ta knock 'em out instead o' riskin' guttin' them on our blades?" Morgan says this while he limbers up a bit, attempting to get the stiffness out of his muscles
Still upset at being thrown in the sweatbox, Morgan simply nods his head in confirmation before heading to his bunk to sleep. He wasn't really sure why the Captain had let him off with no further punishment, maybe he had realized that to sack a ship while a man laid in the sweatbox was foolish. Whatever the reason, Morgan would swallow his anger for now and follow the Captain's orders. Sandara's healing allows him to have enough energy to wake early, before the rest of the crew. Moving to the bunk of each of his friends, he wakes them individually. Whispering Kroop's message to each of them, he will then go about his task of helping the Wormwood get closer to the other ship. Sometime during the day, he makes sure to stop by the Quartermaster's shop, picking up his items and putting them on. Still uncertain of the fate of Syl and Fipps, Morgan keeps his eyes open and sticks close to either Sandara of his friends when possible. Glad to feel the weight of his armor and the familiar grip of his cutlass once more, Morgan slips his blade into its sheath as they prepare to attack. Before the attack commences, Morgan makes sure to steal a quick kiss from Sandara, saying with a mischevious grin, "Ta get a bit o' Besmara's luck."
Unable to get comfortable in the sweatbox, Morgan grimaces in pain while he fumes about the situation he has found himself in. Being on this ship was getting to him more and more. Pluggs and Scourge didn't care about keeping a healthy crew, but just wanted to execute their own vicious pleasures. And while the Captain seemed to be the voice of reason so far, Morgan wasn't sure whether the man cared what happened to his crew or not. Laying his head against the metal of the box, the world started to feel like a daze as he thought on the way things were going on this ship.
Morgan grimaces at his sentence as well as the occasional stab of pain that he felt in his shoulder and his side, time in the sweat box might be just as bad as getting keelhauled in his current state. However, while he had no respect for Plugg and Scourge, Morgan reminded himself that Harrigan was the captain, and that of the three, he seemed the more sensible so he went along without further complaint.
If it makes your task easier, I'm cool with it.
Slouching his shoulders in pain after slapping the dagger into Fipps hand, he looks up as Scourge busts through the door into the Bilge area. "I'm in trouble fer this? It's Fipps that should be needing some discipline. Right out attacked me he did. Was pushin' on Syl as well. Poor lass got the business end of the dagger she did. Bloke even gave me some unwarranted punishment as ya can see." Morgan yells this out as Scourge pushes him out towards the deck. The swab looked in bad shape for those that could see him as he came out on deck, his vest and pants were dirtied with blood and a mean stab wound was evident on left shoulder with a cut on his side forcing his vest to cling to his side. He limped slightly as he was pushed along.
As the two exchange attacks which the other dodge, Morgan snickers a bit at the hilarity of the situation. Even so, he had a plan to get out of this, he wasn't sure if it was going to work, but it was his best option at this point, because one more hit and who knows what the woman would do to him. Stabbing out, he hoped to put the woman down for good.
Should the woman go down: Morgan will put the dagger he is weilding into Fipps hands. Making it look like Fipps attacked Syl and him.
Panting, Morgan found himself in a tough spot, either risk being gutted by this woman or kill the woman who was continuing to attack when most other people would have fallen. Still gripping his dagger in a death grip, Morgan wearily says, "I gotta admit, ya are on tough lubber. Any other day and I wouldn't mind sacking a ship together. But ya are keepin' me from my duties and I plan ta leave this place alive." With that, he lashes out once more, intent on ending the woman's threat.
Shoulders sagging, the many cuts and loss of blood was beginning to take its toll. "I've had jest about enough of ya!" Desperate to end the fight, Morgan stabbed out with the blade of the dagger, taking a gamble in trying score a telling blow that would but the woman down but could also potentially kill her.
Fipps going down had bought him a bit of time, But if he wasn't able to knock out Syl soon, then he wasn't sure if he could hold back anymore. No, I may not like this woman, but a death on my hands on this ship don;t make for a good ending fer me. "By Besmara's cutting blade! Ya ain't too bright are ya." Morgan says as he brings the fist gripping the dagger hilt around in a haymaker that Morgan hopes will end this fight
Grunting in pain as the dagger tears into his shoulder, ripping through muscle and glancing off bone, Morgan lets out a stream of curses in pain that slowly becomes directed to the parentage of those fighting him.
Lashing out once more with the pommel of his dagger, Morgan attempts to clock Syl and take her down.
If he can re-position himself to have both in attack range and hits Syl, he executes his Deck Fighting ability which acts as Cleave without the AC penalty to attack Fipps as well.
Now holding the dagger, Morgan says, "No way am I gonna make it easy fer ya, ya bootlickin' dogs!" as he strikes out with the pommel of the dagger.
Seeing that Syl is just a little slower, Morgan focuses his attention on her. If these scurvy dogs were going to draw blood, he would do his damnedest to do the same. Giving a short prayer to the Pirate Queen, one that spoke of weather that favored the ship and the debilitation of enemy cannons, Morgan grabs for Syl's dagger arm, hoping to trap it long enough to pry the dagger from her hands. In an attempt to help his situation, Morgan calls out, "If I am a land pig then ya are a lice-infested landlubber! I spit on ya and ya scurvy stricken master too!
Plugg's and Scourge's intent clear once he saw who he would be working with, any humor he had before is replaced with a serious expression. Once daggers were drawn, Morgan simply smirks, By Besmara's tricorn, it looks as if the mangy dogs are leapin' ta their Master's bidding. C'mon then!" Putting up his fists in defense, Morgan throws a punch at Syl.
Shrugging, Morgan replies, "Your the boss." Fer now. The last part Morgan thinking to himself. He had been rather compliant to this point. However, the sever whipping coupled with whatever scheme the two men were plotting for him were starting to grind on Morgan's nerves and he was beginning to wonder if the Captain wanted this crew to be successful or not.
Fortunately, his getting to bed early helped Morgan feel refreshed and even the rum ration had only lift a mild headache the next morning. So besides the lash wounds which had scabbed over, Morgan was in okay shape. Being singled out almost as soon as he had gotten onto deck, Morgan frowns slightly. "I ain't got any o' the stuff I had when I came aboard. So unless ye be wanting to cop a feel, no need fer anything like that." Morgan says nonchalantly as he attempts to gauge Plugg's and Scourge's motives.
His back still cut though no longer bleeding, even after Sandara's healing touch, Morgan starts off the night fuming with Renzuran and grimacing with certain movements he make that unintentionally stretch his wounds. "That blight Scourge is getting more fierce with his whippings. Ne'er have I lost this much blood ta his thirsty whip. With each drop he spills, the more I look forward to returnin' on ta him ten fold," Morgan whispers to Renzuran and the others that he often spends time with. However, not familiar with turning down a drink, Morgan begins to liven up after throwing back his rum ration. Eventually, that just made the man even more tired as the alcohol worked to worsen the fatigue that the day had taken on him. As such, he heads to bed shortly after properly checking in on Tilly Brackett.
Offering a hand once Tilly is within reach, Morgan helps Tilly back on board and was about to say something to the young woman until he was cut off by Plugg's piercing yell. Offering a shrug to the woman instead, he gets back to work. However, his tasks form before and pulling against the ferocity of the waves caused him more fatigue that he was aware of as he found himself woken harshly by a boot to the ribs from Scourge. Morgan gives the man an evil look as Scourge walked away. Save one o' tha crew and get no respect from ya because of it...you might have me as yer whippin' boy during the Bloody Hour, but ye'll regret that ye did, Morgan thinks to himself as he continues about his duties.
"Ya heard the man! Let's get little Tilly back on board! Morgan shouts over the rain, once more pulling with all his fatigued might.
"C'mon! Ya all wanna be taken fer land lubbers!? PULL! As he shouts pull, Morgan draws back on the rope. However, his foot slips against the sea soaked planks of the ships deck and Morgan isn't able to get his full strength behind his effort.
Grabbing a coil of rope long enough to reach Tilly, Morgan ties a loop at the end to catch Tilly with and, holding the coil in his right and the untied end in his left, Morgan lets the rope fly, hoping to snag her before she gets too far out
Edit: oops, lest try that again
Seeing that she had the rope, Morgan starts pulling her in as he shouts, "C'mon ya maties! Let's get her back on deck!"
Working hard, Morgan felt the fatigue coming over him he continues to work even as Scourge passes by as the knot that Morgan had just tied came undone. Knowing that he would be getting the lash, he enjoyed the respite that the storm provided and hoped that the storm would continue, making any whipping impossible. At the shout of man overboard, Morgan dashes and slides to the side of the ship Kroop is on peering through the heavy rain in an attempt to spot the fellow sailor who fell over. Her's hopin' that it be Scourge or one o' his mates and not any o' the sailors friendly ta our little band.
Getting jostled out of his hammock, Morgan moves as he clears the fog form his eyes. Slipping his boots on as he hits the main deck, he looks at the storm and mumbles "We'll show ya what we are made of Bessie" as he sets to work. Smiling as he hears Morgan's encouragement, he makes for the ropes, thrilled to be able to finally do what he was good at.
Reaching the crow's nest in record time, scans the horizon, however, it seems that the storm was blocking his view of the horizon, shouting what he sees to the people below, he spends the time for his first task there, enjoying the rain on his face before making down the ropes once more. As soon as his feet reach the deck however, Scourge is hin his face, demanding Morgan to lower the main sail to protect it from the wind before raising it once more to catch the wind as it moves in the direction they need to go.
The entire time, Morgan concentrates and moves quickly to complete the task, though a smile is seen every once in a while, as if the man was actually enjoying his tasks.
Sitting down next to Renzuran, Morgan has a silly grin on his face that seems to contrast sharply with the cleric's as he too sips at his rum. Listening to the priest's words, Morgan responds with, "Heya, don't think we been introduced. Tha name's Morgan, been on this here tub fer a good few months now. I know ye'er thinkin' that thinks look a little bleak. But jest remember that Scourge and his crones are jest blowin' off steam at this point. If ya let them see that their games are gettin' to ya, then you are lettin' them know that they won. Yer friend is right too, Scourge ain't the Captain. Harrigan may be one son o' a sea snake, but he knows how ta bring in the booty. That and stirrin' up trouble now will jest bring the Captain's eye on ya. Ya all seemed to be making friends on this ship though, I say keep at it and look at the bright side o' tha pirate life." With that, Morgan raises his cup for a cheers to all gathered around before throwing back the rest of his rum. Afterwards, wanting to get in good with a few of the riggers, Morgan moves over to Barefoot Sams and takes a seat, attempting to strike up conversation.
Morgan rubs his cheek a bit in surprise, "Geez, just tryin' ta be friendly," he mutters, more to himself than to Shivikah who had already stormed off. He had thought that his words had been friendly. After a moment, the surprised look vanishes as Morgan shrugs his shoulders as he thinks Something else must have that woman's jib in a twist. When dinner is finished, he heads below deck to get some early rest, tired from today's work.
And the rest seems to do the man good as even the fatiguing effects of the rum are not evident as the man goes topside to receive his duties. Glad to be given a task that makes use of his sailing experience, Morgan sets about his work with a smile on his face as he makes jests with those around him. "Hey Badger, ya hear tha one about tha sailor who was heavy in his drink when the bartender said 'Well, I'll be, ain't that a man who can't hold his rum, the drunker he gets, the more of him is in the mug.'" With that, Morgan starts busting out laughing at some joke that was hard to identify. Though the joke was a horrible one, Morgan's boisterous attitude coupled with his willingness to talk with others seemed to make the joke almost funny. When Morgan passes Doreen, he gives a wide grin to the gunslinger, sometime coupled with a sound pat on the shoulder as they went about similar duties.
His time on the ship had gotten him use to the occasional whipping, he still didn't enjoy it though. Muttering under his breath during his punishment, he says something to the effect of mis-distribution of tasks while he thought of how he would enjoy feeding that whip to Scourge someday. He does his best to hid a snicker as one of Scourge's lashes goes far wide of its mark. When Sandara heals the wounded, Morgan gives Doreen a hearty pat on the back in encouragement and, whispering when Scourge's back is turned, says, "I hear that that one gets his jollies with the whip 'cause he can't get his jollies in the sack." With that, he gives a friendly grin and a wink as he move to collect his rum ration. Though his words are full of enthusiasm, Morgan looks haggard and ready for some sleep. However, instead he throws back his rum, taking a deep gulp.
Making a sour face as the rum goes down, he will continue to talk with Doreen as the food is being served. "You are one o' them new swabs, ain't ya? I heard the recent group has been causin' a stir and gettin' Scourge's and Plugg's feathers in a'ruffle. Gotta say, I man has gotta respect that. Tha name's Morgan, at yer service." With that, Morgan extends his hand in greeting. After chatting with Doreen for a bit, he excuses himself and heads over to talk with Shivikah, one of the swabs he had seen around for a while but had never had the chance to talk with. Plopping down next to the woman, Morgan says, "How ya doin'? Crisp sea air and a solid deck under our boots. Ain't it a loverly day fer sharing a bit o' rum among shipmates?" With that, he extends his mug in salute.
Garbed in the layered clothing of a sailor, the only distinguishing features of Morgan's garb is the brown and red rag that covers his head. His tanned skin and slightly sun bleached garb suggest that the man was rather accustomed to the life of a swab, though his strong shoulders hint that he much prefers climbing through the ropes than scrubbing the deck. Though he has been pressed ganged before and had been upset about that, Morgan was actually settling in pretty well and was glad to have found something in Port Peril besides the bottom of a cup. As Morgan sets to his task, he seems to eye the new meat with a little interest whenever they pass. Sandara had approached them before about getting to know the freshly pressed ganged pirates, however, remembering what happened to the last group that had been so vocal, Morgan thought it better to not heed the woman's words. However, it had been some time since someone had been so headstrong against Scourge and Mr. Plugg and they were actually making friends as a result. Whenever his route takes him past Eric, he passes a few words regarding the new meat and what his take on them was. "Look at them new meat, eh? Haven't seen someone go around Scourge like that since Jeckems was on board. Too bad 'e went and got caught, no? Gettin' keel hauled fer talkin' to Peppery was harsh." Strength check for duties: By the end of the word day, his arms and back are sore and he is fatigued, however, a smile still graces the man's face as he wearily pushes himself to his feet and puts the holystone away.
Hi all, Morgan Rackham checking in. I am looking forward to adventuring with you all. By the way, I was thinking that Morgan and Erik could be the last remaining members of a previous press ganged group and have been keeping their heads down to some extent, until they see the things that the other PCs are doing and decided to team-up.
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