Mr. Plugg, first mate's page

Plugg curses when he hears the news and tugs at his beard, when his eyes fall on Ri'el and the rest of the group, "All right ya jacks. Ya want ta find yer friends? More'n like they swam for shore if they fell overboard. Ship needs water, so yer gonna take the cutter, and some barrels'n fill'em with water." Plugg looks thoughtful for a moment and looks at the party, "Repairs'll take a day and a half, an' then we be havin' ta wait for high tide a fore we can leave. Figure that gives ya two days. Yer late, an' we're ta leavin' ya here. Now move yer scurvy arses!"

Plugg see's Ri'el's inactivity, and glowers at the man, "Quit bemoanin' yer girl toy fallin' overboard. We be needin all hands ta fix this ship, or we'll all be sharing the same fate.

"Arguin' then? It'll be nine lashes. Keep mashin' yer gob, and it'll be lashes with the cat, or days in the sweatbox." He looks at Astein with a sneer, "Terms o' the bet were till one fighter was unconscious. By my sight, weren't neither one of the fighters knocked out." He looks at Scourge and the rest of the cutthroat crew. "Lock this good for nothin' simp in the sweatbox for a couple o' days so he can see what happens when he disobeys." With that, he picks up the bet money and pockets it as he goes updeck to where the captain and the others are.

"Get yer scrawny arse out of the ring! This was between one man and Owlbear! Ye just earned yerself 6 lashes at the post."

-4 for firing into melee brings that down to a 16.

Plugg looks up enraged, "You'd fire a deadly weapon at crewmembers?!" Several of the crew look over at Garavaen, clearly not pleased. "Ye'll be on the post fer 6 lashes. Just be glad ye didn't hit anyone, or ye'd be clapped in irons."

Owlbear lumbers after the club, which skittered out of his reach, but one of the other crewmembers kicks it back into the ring.

Plugg casts a quick glare at Scourge and then laughs as well, "Aye, but it'll be fun seein the goblin get the stuffin' beat out of him by Owlbear. Alright, runt, a fight to unconsciousness. Owlbear don't kill him!"

Owlbear lets out his grunting laugh and the yells "Dead men tell no tales!" and looks around at the rest of the crew with a smile seeking acceptance.

Initiative:
Eli: 21
Owlbear: 8
Eli gets the first strike!

"Awww it's so cute that ye all want ta volunteer to help each other. Makes me want ta shed a bloomin' tear. If ya don't figure it out in the next 5 minutes, I'll be chosin' who fights the 'Bear." He looks over Arenya and Davina with a leer, "An' I'm thinkin' ya won't be likin' my choice."

"For the victor. You win, you keep it. Owlbear wins, I keep it. Plus anyone that wagers against me." The rest of the crew chuckles at this, and Plugg looks around smugly. "So, quit beating around the bush, or I'll choose one of ya ta fight."

"Since you alls feelin' like conquering heroes an all that. I think it's time we have ourselfs some sport." You see that he holds a chain in his hand that leads back to one of the bigger men you've ever seen. A hulking brute of a man, who grins at the rest of the crew with a simpleton's grace, and yells "Shiver me Timbers!" and then laughs as the crew laughs. Although you get the distinct impression that they are laughing at the man instead of with him. In fact, there appears to be dark shiny patches on his skin with feathers stuck to them, evidence of his being tarred and feathered.

"You. The newcomers. I'll make you a wager. One of you against Owlbear, fair fight, no magic, no weapons. Last one conscious wins." He fishes out a pouch and throws it to the floor with a heavy thunk, "I'll even puts up 100 gp for the winner. Safe money, since you'll never beat him. So, who's it goin' ta be?" He looks at you all with a sneering grin.

The rest of the crew forms a fighting circle on the deck, and Owlbear looks around at it with an excited hoot, "Blow em down!" He looks around at the crew who all start laughing again, and Owlbear smiles.

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 5 The light show goes off, and Peppery Longfarthing gets a smirk on her face when she sees the display. Several others in the crew gasp and make warding signs. From several of the crew you hear muttering through the rest of the day about how the winged girl is going to bring them bad luck, and they should set her in a boat, or leave her on an island. While a very few of them seem intrigued, most seem to be actively avoiding Davina at this point.

Plugg hisses and backs off of Davina. Then he looks about at the rest of the crew and curses. "Protected are you? Well, we'll just make sure that ya spend your time in the bilges where nobody'll be bothered by ya. Out of sight, out of mind. Master Scourge, make sure the lady works the bilges fer the rest of her crewin' days. What say ye me heartys? No one lay a finger on the protected one, an this way, she's by herself, so no danger can come ta her." Scourge gulps and nods. The rest of the crew mutters and settles, unsure, but acting like this may be a compromise.

When Davina is done with the day, she is met on deck by an irate Mr. Plugg. "Swab Davina! I just went down to the bilge and it's a mess o' filth and water. That's the worst job of bilge work I've seen. I've a mind ta give you a rope bash for my trouble, but I don't want ta spoil yer looks just yet."

He grabs her shirt and pulls her in close, whispering in her ear.

Plugg looks on incredulously, "A more sorry lot of sailors I've never seen! Master Scourge, did you drink too heavily last night when you picked out this lot?" This comment is answered by a gale of laughter from the regular crew. "Alright, come on down, the only of yas what made it up there. The one in the hat is our new rigger. The rest of ye are now swabs. Scourge will see ta yer assignments. Plugg starts off, and then spins on his heels. "Wait a minute. He looks over everyone and spies out Astein, "Yer about bloody useless. Yer the new cook's assistant. Report ta Fishguts. The rest of ya, BACK TO WORK!"

fortunately, Davina, your falls almost all came before you got 10' up the rigging.

Mr Plugg watches Davina flounder trying to climb up the rigging, "Stop climbing! Watching you is causing me pain! I'm sure we can find *some* way for you to make yourself of use to the ship. The last is punctuated with a lascivious sneer.

"Alright, ya landlubbers, time ta see if ye can cut it on this ship. It's a rigger we be needin' so ya better start climbin'. If I see any slackin', ye'll be gettin' lashes durin' the Bloody Hour. Now get ta climbin'!"

Mister Plugg points to the main mast, and the crow's nest stitting 60 feet above.

Climbing the rigging requires a DC 10, or a DC 15 check to move at double speed. Remember that you move at 1/4 speed when climbing normally. Please list your climb rolls enough to make it up to the nest. A miss by 5 will cause a fall. Map for the main deck is up top, with all your tokens and some of the other NPCS