Skulls & Shackles (Inactive)

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

"Me not nice? Ye got that totally wrong! Ye can ask whoever you like!" Besmara objects. "Well, maybe not that dwarf, or that woman this morning. But she was not nice first. She totally got that comin'. Live and let live I say."

Estelle finds Item: 1d9 ⇒ 7 a tanglefoot bag.

"I'm not so sure. If ye had weapons it might as well be live and let die." Sandara inquires.

"Who says I have no weapons?" Besmara replies with a smirk. "But ye still haven't told me what's it with yer magic."

"I'm a follower of Besmara. It's her divine gift to me." Sandara answers truthfully.

Estelle will pocket the tangle foot bag, then move over to those in chains. She will give them some non fetid water and make sure they don't slump over and drown.

"I am not such a nasty woman, only when provoked"

Besmara gets a mischievous smile on her face. "Have you ever met your goddes in person? Because ye know - I'm Besmara. And I totally think I deserve to be treated as a goddess. I've just found no one who shares that insight and would like to become my follower yet."

"Yer kiddin me?" Sandara asks unsure if Besmara is trying to pull her leg.

Tam the dwarf gives Estelle a glare and turns his head as she offers the water. Syl even spits at her "Keep yer water b$**&. Ye will pay for that.". And Jape is still dead from the drinking contest.

"Nope. Born on a ship, proclaimed as a blessing of Besmara and named after her." Besmara replies.

"I take every blessing of Besmara I can get. Friend?" Sandara offers a hand.

Besmara accepts the hand. Seeing in the corner of the eye Scourge walk past she quickly starts moving the brush again.
Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Once Scourge is gone Sandara asks "Ye know the other new ones? I want us all ta meet tonight. What do ye think."

"I met Lito and I like the punch Estelle throws. But beyond that I have no clue." Besmara replies.

The day goes by and finally the bell rings again telling that work is over and bloody hour begins. The three from the bilge are brought on deck one after another.

First the dwarf gets his lashes. Which knocks him out again as he is still in bad shape from the drinking. Then It's Sly's turn who knows the drill and grits her teeth.

As Jape is brought back up it becomes obvious that he is dead.

Mr. Plugg rages. "Why is he dead? We're short on men. Habby, check if ye see what killed em. We'll see if one of ye scurvy bilge rats stabbed him in the back."

"He drowned in rum. Told everyone he can drink more than all of us landlubbers. The lass proved it too. Or died tryin. Didn't think he won't get up again." Besmara tells before someone makes up something to lay the blame on her.

"Shaddup. Ye talk when I ask ye." Plugg snorts.

"Can't find anything Sir." Habby the ships carpenter/doc tells after checking Jape thoroughly.
Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"Strip him of anything valuable and throw him overboard." Plugg orders.

"Ben dead all day stinking up the bilge more en normal"

Then dinner is served which is the left overs from the last few days. Then everyone gets the mug of rum and move on to their free time.
All who haven't found a way around drinking that paint remover please roll your saves

"Estelle, want ta play a game of dice under deck?" Sandara asks.

"Hey handsome. Want ta sit together and have some fun?" Besmara asks Lito.

During dinner Lito cast prestidigitation to make his food taste better. He is not bring subtle about it or hiding what he is doing if anyone asks.

However during Run time he tries to make it seem like he is slowly drinking down his rum, while really evaporating it from the glass.
Take 10 on bluff to hide drinking would give me an 18 bluff check. Or I can't take 10: Bluff to his not drinking: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

When Besmara approaches him he replies.
Of course I was just thinking about you...

When they get away from others he leans over and whispers to her:
We should get together and get a list of who we can count on in the ship. Too many of the others seem to be working together to go this alone.

Noonan finishes his work and gets his food, making sure he is ahead of Syl. She too bloody, I get her stuff. He says and takes the gruel, biscuits and rum over, along with water. Approaching her table, he puts the food and rinks in front of her. Eat, drink. Get strong. He then sits down and drinks his rum.
Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Pluck sqwaks. Eat up, eat up!

Fort Save Rum: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Con Dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Besmara gets a wide smile, which gets even wider as he says 'We should get togehter...' but fades as he continues to talk about doing politics. "Yeah that" she replies unenthusiastic. "is what we're going to do anyway tonight."

"How long you been on the boat?"

"It's been a few month I think." Grok replies and then adds louder and a wide gesture "Do I look like I count the days?"

"You obviously don't think much of the officers do you?" Trytton replies, "Keeping all the good stuff to themselves."

"But ye know that I'm an officer meself, right?" Grok replies with a smirk but evades answering the question.

After the second day you get an idea who likes you and who not.

Cut-Throat Grok doesn't care one way or the other. As does Fishguts, Toppin, Tibbs, Scrimshaw, Ratline and Brackett. But Lito managed to make friends with Scrimshaw and Besmara with Rosie. Sandara is obviously trying to make friends with the new one herself. Estelle managed to anger Tibbs and Bracket at her.

Badger and Shivikah don't seem to like you and the rest is openly hostile.
Should give you an idea about the DCs as well.

"Doesn't mean you have to like the people you share a rank with." Trytton says, "You seem to enjoy toying with us more than spending time with them."
Trytton turns and starts walking away
"A pleasure doing business with you."
Influence Grok: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 15

"Ta be the one who gets ta do the toying is more fun indeed." Grok cat calls at Trytton.
And a new friend is made.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
con dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Estelle will eye up Sandara but slowly nod her head and head below decks to play some cards.

"Why ye bein' all chummy?"

Sandara retreats to stern on the lower deck taking Estelle with her and picking up Jarrus on the way. Once Besmara arrives with Lito she starts. "I know not how many of ye have been on a pirate ship before. But ye hav ta know. It is not imporant what ye know, but who ye know. Friends help each other out, enemies cause trouble — Ye saw that in the morning. On a crowded pirate ship ye need friends ta survive."

"I want to ave ye as friend. I talked Grok out of some of yer stuff." She hands Jarrus his battered gun and Lito his spell components pouch. "She didn't know what to make of that thing and it looks broken anyway and she didn't see the value of a bag full of bat poo and such."

After dinner Trytton goes for his swim again, same as the night before, and is then off to find Sandara.
He arrives as she leaves with Estelle and follows them at a safe distance.

"Did ya get some of ma stuff too?" Besmara asks. "I really miss me daggers."

Noonan drinks his rum and perhaps also his gruel while across from Syl.Noonan, Pluck. He points to himself and his bird. Make sure to eat, you die you never egt free or revenge.

bb]Sqak! Liven well is best revenge! Sqwak![/b]

Diplo and Parrot aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Noonan takes the punch to the face as a 'no'

Rosie joins the assembly. "That wench Grok the old scurvy doxie won't give me ma fiddle back. If A eva get that quim alone on dry land A'll beat her up til she's shittin' through her teeth."

I didn't do Rosie justice with hiding through the bar brawl. She is named cuss-well for a reason and throws a harder punch than most.

As Syl has a hostile attitude to the newcomers and she got three days old luke warm scum she flips the plate into Noonans face. "F$## off." If I hav' ta see yer stupid face again I'll smash it in and pluck yer parrot."

Ye got yer extra serving :P

"Ye could have asked nice. But now you'll never get it back from her." Sandara replies to Rosie. "I got mine because I could convince her she'd get cursed if she keeps it. She is highly superstitious. But I can't talk her out of all yer stuff."

"I just need me armor back but they would be knowin', I could don't need any weapons me fists be enough."

Rum con loss: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Noonan wipes his face, shoves the porridge into his mouth and walks off.

"Ye can ask her. If she likes ye maybe she'd give it ta ye. Or ye find something to trade in. Or win some coins to buy it back. The easiest trade is booze with Grok. If ye get yer hands on something other than rum." Sandara explains. "Or if yer a dare devil ye can check if she locked the door when she serves the rum. But ye saw what happens when ye get caught. And it's enough ta know somethin' is missing and the entire ship will be searched."

Fortitude save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Con Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Jarrus manages to survive another night of rum and when Sandara takes him to the stern with Estelle, he's quite surprised and gets a bit of a naughty grin on his face till he see's the others and it quickly disappears.

He listens to Sandara quietly nodding in agreement and when she produces his broken pistol he smiles like someone planning some trouble.

"Why thank ye lass, 'tis not too broke dat I can't fix 'er right up. Now I just need me ammo and black powder an' I'll be having a talk with Master Scourge about how he done treat his fellow shipmates I tell ye."

He checks his gun then stashes it out of sight inside his clothing. "Speakin' o' makin friends, I think I can win over Barefoot Toppins. I t'ink she was warmin up to me a bit earlier."

"I found some stuff in the bilge. The water bears some treasures and in the crates I left a buckler and a mace. I have no use fer such heavy stuff but if ye want it." Besmara tells. "But someone else was searchin in there. So we should be quick about it."

Who is Besmara talking to

Estelle looks at Sandara, "Me Armor be givin me aways that I stoles it back. I dunne really needs it jusin nice to have it on. I did manage to find some stuff in bilge while down there. Some coin and a tanglefoot bag.

Estelle continues to look out at the see.

Night time duties are to rest since she is fatigued from the day

Noonan goes to sleep, resting off the effects of the rum

Besmara just informs the whole group. And I haven't seen who were there since it is as dark as in a cow's ass down there if you don't bring a light. Also I'd really be worried if Estelle could look over the sea while sitting in the lower deck. Because then the sea would come in at an alarming rate :P. Also if ye tell Sandara you're fatigued, she can fix that.

"That were you? I almost shat me pants in fear to be caught by some of these man-ho's of Scourge and Plugg."

"Dunno who of ye have a plan but I think we can work this ship, play allong and some alliances with some of the crew we be taking this ship fer our own. Do ye'all have any suggestions of who would be amenable to our situation?" Jarrus asks everyone.