Aboard the Embargo

Tenoch makes a low sweeping kick at his foe that he combines into a second kick from the ground up into where the undead would have had his soft bits.

The first attack cracks the skeleton’s femur but it manages to remain standing, Tenoch’s follow up attack is ineffective.

Seeing the shortsword from his earlier defeated foe lying next to him, the monk picks it up just as the hissing undead animated pile of bones makes a savage attack with its weapon... The skeleton’s rusty blade sinks deep into Tenoch’s shoulder eliciting a cry of pain from the young monk.

As he also gets freed, Caprio attempts to make a show of puffing up his collar. Apparently the rag clothes does not have a collar, but he still maintains his air of snobbish dignity as he attempts to side step the frantic skeleton's swing of its sword.

Unfortunately, the skeleton managed to draw blood from the vampire, much to his displeasure.

Caprio is angered enough that he thought for a moment to bite the skeleton's neck, but then remembers that it has no flesh or blood. "You'll soon pay for that, my bony friend!" He then attempts to continue running pass the skeleton with the crowd towards their stolen equipment.

Tenoch decides that discretoin is the better part of valor as he disengages from the skeleton and flees with the escaping prisoners.

Hurkor backs up for a moment, and, as the skeleton approaches, its foot gets caught in one of the chains holding a cage in place. The leg shatters, the skeleton falls to the ground and it dies. Hurkor shrugs, then proceeds to the forward hold. He searches a while before finding his longsword and his mace, twirling them a bit. As he calms down a bit, he starts to call out. "Linfar? You here?" Not hearing an answer, he finds the nearest person and starts to ask if they've seen someone who looks like Hurkor, but is smaller than him.

Itzel puts on her armour and grabs her weapons and gear.

Darastrix that led other pirates past the skeletons hunt down to their equipment. Quickly armed Darastrix looks for a means to burn down this boat and instructs the other pirates to help exact this revenge.

With the realization of freedom dawning upon her, Aglaophones shakes off the chains of despair that had been weighing her down. She becomes the embodiment of but one idea: to revenge herself upon Chainfist; to manifest the thousand curses she had uttered against his hated name.

In a blur of movement that those around her perceived as if in slow motion, Agla tore through the skeletons before her, clawed hands tearing at bone with insurmountable force, vile words spewing forth from her mouth. When not cursing skeletons to an eternal peace, Agla's words filled the hearts of those humans, vampires and other creatures around her with burning hopes of freedom exceeded only by fiery thoughts of revenge.

Reaching the cache of the detainees' equipment, Agla found that which was hers, quickly donning her leather armor, readying her rapier and crossbow. And, surrounded by a host of captives that moved as one vengeful body, she mounted the deck ready to fight.

Amongst the bustling crowds, Caprio tries to find his treasured weapon... His violin! Obviously nobody bothered to steal it, but as he attempts to test it out, the music causes either awe or annoyance to the other escapees. "Could do a little tuning..."

He then quickly gets dressed in a leather armour he found, and grabs a rapier, a dagger, and the bag he found to be his. "Nice! Now, time to punish some of these bloodless bastards..."

A few of the armed prisoners are fending off the few remaining skeletons in the prison hold. Caprio comes in to "save the day", magically singing a verse of the Dusk Legion's anthem, before stabbing his target in the sternum. Unfortunately, the skeleton saw the attack coming and parried it with its shortsword.

Tenoch, clutching his wounded arm stops in the forward hold to grab a spear that had been cast aside. His eyes flit over the lessened pile of packs and supplies that had belonged to the slaves and he spies his woven satchel. Wincing he slings it over his wounded shoulder and follows the crowd of fleeing slaves to the main deck.

Jergen smiles a cold smile as he enters the equipment room. It takes a few moments, but he eventually locates his armor, weapons, and backpack.

With a practiced ease, Jergen slides into his armor and secures his weapons and gear. Walking out if the room, Jergen follows his fellow prisoners out onto the top deck.

Finally freed from her chains, Lyra stretches languidly and dispatches the skeletons guarding her cell. She follows the stream of other prisoners to where she assumes they are grabbing their equipment. She finds her own gear, her fanged smile showing her pleasure at seeing her possessions unspoiled.
With her pack secured and her shortsword brandished, she charges with the others towards the deck of the ship, eager for revenge.

Seeing one of the prisoners clutching a wounded arm, Itzel steps close and casts a healing spell. There is the warmth and light of the evening sun and the wound is healed.

Caprio curses his bad luck, and yelled out to the others to fall back. He continue to follow the crowd to the ship's deck.

Hurkor walks to the deck of the ship and begins yelling and howling "Take the ship! Rekill the undead! We go back to the mainland tonight!"

And burn the ^%&%^%^ ship. Leaving nothing for &^E% chainfist. she urges the pirates and anyone else. Arg Lets do this. They look for anything burnable lite it.

Agla, who knows Darastrix from her pirating adventures (although she's not sure if Darastrix will remember her), pulls Darastrix aside. "When Chainfist is dead, shall we not keep this ship? She fair flies over these waters. And we could make a pretty penny together". Alga holds out her clawed hand.