May 29, 2018 3:26 pm
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Hmm, I don't see my modifier added? It should be +7 so 22Pirates! The Game Thread
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May 29, 2018 3:26 pm
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Please ignore, testing rolling with modifiers. Aaah, I get it now, I was adding a space between the 1d20 and the modifier but there shouldn't be one!Last edited May 29, 2018 3:27 pm
Rolls
test - (1d20+7)
(14) + 7 = 21
May 29, 2018 3:50 pm
Hepi follows the friendly dhekdia towards the sounds. He always liked a little brawling...
He looks at the scene and says, FUN!!! Hepi rushes into the fight, and tries to tackle whoever is closer.
He looks at the scene and says, FUN!!! Hepi rushes into the fight, and tries to tackle whoever is closer.
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If only it was a 1!!! *lol*Last edited May 29, 2018 3:51 pm
Rolls
1 to attack cook, 2 to attack sailor - (1d2)
(1) = 1
Strength (Athletics ) check to grapple opponent - (1d20+4)
(2) + 4 = 6
May 29, 2018 4:01 pm
Sitting in the back of the galley a young Tiefling with grey skin and downturned horns watched the fight from a distance. She wore simple dark clothes without shoes and a purple scarf that marched the dark purple color of her hair, her face rarely displaying any emotion, resembling a look of calm disinterest unless she discovered some new knowledge of interest.
As a crowd formed around the cook and the sailor, Feral, to anyone that asked, decided there was nothing of interest happening and continued to eat her meal. It was rare to see her outside of the common cabins in her hammock, she mostly kept to herself but would respond politely if spoken to. Although she spoke politely and with manners to rival the most sophisticated person her voice never betrayed any emotion, like her face she always seemed overtly composed.
Despite her appearance and mannerisms, her thoughts were a little different, I wish they would just shut up, it's too damn loud in here. Just eat your meal and be quiet.
As a crowd formed around the cook and the sailor, Feral, to anyone that asked, decided there was nothing of interest happening and continued to eat her meal. It was rare to see her outside of the common cabins in her hammock, she mostly kept to herself but would respond politely if spoken to. Although she spoke politely and with manners to rival the most sophisticated person her voice never betrayed any emotion, like her face she always seemed overtly composed.
Despite her appearance and mannerisms, her thoughts were a little different, I wish they would just shut up, it's too damn loud in here. Just eat your meal and be quiet.
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Can I roll a perception check to see Laeren pickpocket someone?Last edited May 29, 2018 4:11 pm
Rolls
Perception Check - (1d20+1)
(5) + 1 = 6
May 29, 2018 4:07 pm
I watch the fighting, reminiscing about wrestling with my wolf brothers. I then remember this is supposed to be civilization, not the wilderness. I look at the men and my eyes turn pure white. I motion a cicrle with my hands and concure a fog cloud in the center of the fighting.
May 30, 2018 1:20 am
@Laeren: You manage to fleece 2 gold and 10 silver pieces from the distraced sailor's purse.
@ Happy: You try to grapple but one of the sailors prevents you from interfering with the fight. You can only watch between the sailor's legs.
@Feral: You don't see Laeren pick the sailor's pocket.
@Waya: After the smoke fills the room, the sailors snarl in disgust and then disperse. You have effectively broken up the fight.
@ Happy: You try to grapple but one of the sailors prevents you from interfering with the fight. You can only watch between the sailor's legs.
@Feral: You don't see Laeren pick the sailor's pocket.
@Waya: After the smoke fills the room, the sailors snarl in disgust and then disperse. You have effectively broken up the fight.
May 30, 2018 1:28 am
You spend the next week or so in a similar fashion. However, that all changes one day when you awaken to find swords at your throat. Everybody out. the sword says. You nod and slowly get to your feet. You are led up to the main deck along with several other passengers. You see Captain Sars in conversation with a very odd-looking dwarf with a red beard and a mohawk. Connected to the dwarf's belt by a large thick chain is a wizened old gnome with big round glasses on his head.
Here you are Captain Copperbeard, delivery as promised. Now for my er payment?
Ye tree deys let ya slimmy bucketa turd shite. the dwarf says in a very thick mountain accent. Ye'll get whatsa old te ye right enough. Now get these larks locketed ona Jug and then ye'll get ya feckin coin. Tell him ye good for nought else besterd son of a whorena thislte toad.
At this the wizened old gnome moves forward and bows deeply and addresses Captain Sars.
Captain Copperbeard sends his compliments and thanks you for your punctuality. Once the cargo has been transferred to our ship we will deliver the 50 gold per person as agreed.
In horror you realise the captain has sold you out. Literally! You are taken to the weirdest ship you have ever seen. For one thing it appears to have been constructed entirely out of lead or perhaps iron. You have absolutely no idea how it manages to stay afloat. Also, there are no visible sails. There does appear to be some sort of steering wheel and rudder however. The deck is filled with all manner of machines, which seem to have been slapped together and added haphazardly as if the designer had no foresight at all with regards to the ship's design. The sound of them all whirring away is quite horrendous.
You are lead to a small deck where the sword, or I should say, the orc wielding the sword, finally removes it from your throat and has you sit near what appears to be some sort of sail-less mast. wait! the voice says roughly.
After a short while you see Captain Copperbeard climbs aboard and walk up to the lot of you with his gnome translator in tow.
now ye lessen her ye slimmy skunk buckets of mucus piss. This ere is mai shi' an ye wanna et then ye bedda do whatever the feck I sey or else. Ye gedit? De jugs the onla ting I give a rats erse abou' an if ye wenna live then ye bedda be more fekin useful then de las lo'!
Then he grabs the gnome and shoves him forward.
Captain Copperbeard bids you welcome aboard our mighty ship the Jug O-Nought! He does appologize and sympathize that your position and autonomy has been somewhat compromised. However, you are now a part of the crew and here we treat the crew like family. So on behalf of the crew I would like to say welcome to the family. Think of Captain Copperbeard as your father and like any good father he provides for his children. We have prepared a welcome feast in your honour. After a short pause Copperbeard berates you
Whatcha waitin for ye lilly livereed lassies? A suk from me mudder's teat! Get the feck offin me dick!
The gnome interjects A hot meal and a berth is awaiting you below decks. We do hope that you enjoy your new life here with us. Please make haste down to the ship's galley. I do appologise if the fare is not what you are used to. We lost our last cook in our last ah, business transaction.
You make your way down to the galley where you see a disgusting looking goblin pick his nose, sniff it and then add it to a pot. It looks up at you and grins. It ladles a few bowls of "stew" and hands one to each of you. You sit down and take stock of your situation.
You have all managed to secretly hide one of your possessions but the rest have all been taken from you. Please note which possession you have on you on your character sheets and let me know in your next post.
Here you are Captain Copperbeard, delivery as promised. Now for my er payment?
Ye tree deys let ya slimmy bucketa turd shite. the dwarf says in a very thick mountain accent. Ye'll get whatsa old te ye right enough. Now get these larks locketed ona Jug and then ye'll get ya feckin coin. Tell him ye good for nought else besterd son of a whorena thislte toad.
At this the wizened old gnome moves forward and bows deeply and addresses Captain Sars.
Captain Copperbeard sends his compliments and thanks you for your punctuality. Once the cargo has been transferred to our ship we will deliver the 50 gold per person as agreed.
In horror you realise the captain has sold you out. Literally! You are taken to the weirdest ship you have ever seen. For one thing it appears to have been constructed entirely out of lead or perhaps iron. You have absolutely no idea how it manages to stay afloat. Also, there are no visible sails. There does appear to be some sort of steering wheel and rudder however. The deck is filled with all manner of machines, which seem to have been slapped together and added haphazardly as if the designer had no foresight at all with regards to the ship's design. The sound of them all whirring away is quite horrendous.
You are lead to a small deck where the sword, or I should say, the orc wielding the sword, finally removes it from your throat and has you sit near what appears to be some sort of sail-less mast. wait! the voice says roughly.
After a short while you see Captain Copperbeard climbs aboard and walk up to the lot of you with his gnome translator in tow.
now ye lessen her ye slimmy skunk buckets of mucus piss. This ere is mai shi' an ye wanna et then ye bedda do whatever the feck I sey or else. Ye gedit? De jugs the onla ting I give a rats erse abou' an if ye wenna live then ye bedda be more fekin useful then de las lo'!
Then he grabs the gnome and shoves him forward.
Captain Copperbeard bids you welcome aboard our mighty ship the Jug O-Nought! He does appologize and sympathize that your position and autonomy has been somewhat compromised. However, you are now a part of the crew and here we treat the crew like family. So on behalf of the crew I would like to say welcome to the family. Think of Captain Copperbeard as your father and like any good father he provides for his children. We have prepared a welcome feast in your honour. After a short pause Copperbeard berates you
Whatcha waitin for ye lilly livereed lassies? A suk from me mudder's teat! Get the feck offin me dick!
The gnome interjects A hot meal and a berth is awaiting you below decks. We do hope that you enjoy your new life here with us. Please make haste down to the ship's galley. I do appologise if the fare is not what you are used to. We lost our last cook in our last ah, business transaction.
You make your way down to the galley where you see a disgusting looking goblin pick his nose, sniff it and then add it to a pot. It looks up at you and grins. It ladles a few bowls of "stew" and hands one to each of you. You sit down and take stock of your situation.
You have all managed to secretly hide one of your possessions but the rest have all been taken from you. Please note which possession you have on you on your character sheets and let me know in your next post.
May 30, 2018 2:59 am
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Quick question, I used the 10g from my character background and purchased 10g worth of incense. Would that fit inside my component pouch? The incense is for find familiar, since it says that it uses up 10g of incense... since it is a spell component, I would have kept it with the spell component pouch, but I don't know if it would fit or if you would have counted it as that...Last edited May 30, 2018 3:01 am
May 30, 2018 3:49 am
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Yes, that would fit inside your components pouch. But you'll have to pick either your components pouch or your spellbook.
May 30, 2018 5:25 am
The soft face of the female elf with luscious gray hair is not present amongst the group. Instead, a new face graces your presences. A man, his face mostly covered with a wrapped turban, his black holes of eyes never leave the gaze of Captain Sars. He begins to whisper in a harmonic melody As they are lead to the galley, he turns to the gnome and gives a nod before descending down "You have my thanks for your hospitality." He gathers his bowl of slop and gives a nod to the goblin. Under the table, he grabs a pouch hanging on his belt to find solace.
[ +- ] Celestial
"You have wronged a man you shouldn't have. I will not kill you though. I will make you wish for death. I will make you lay your head on the earth and place my boot against your head because I will make you know that is where you belong, you worm. I will not kill you though."
Last edited May 30, 2018 5:26 am
May 30, 2018 5:35 am
Throughout the entire exchange, Feral hid amongst the crowd staying low and out of sight, managing to hide a small dagger between her breasts before being transferred to the strange and eccentric ship.
Following the crowd on deck, she took notice of the strange metallic design and couldn't help wanting to know more about how it stays afloat. While their new captain and his little gnome friend made their glowing speeches to the newcomers Feral found it hard to pay attention but caught one of them say something about a new family or other. Deciding that the information was irrelevant she only bothered to take her mind off the ship's design long enough to ridicule them in her head.
After following the crowd to the galley Feral sat and contemplated her situation, seeing no current way out of it she decides its best to stay quiet for the time being and wait for a good opportunity to get the hell out of there.
Following the crowd on deck, she took notice of the strange metallic design and couldn't help wanting to know more about how it stays afloat. While their new captain and his little gnome friend made their glowing speeches to the newcomers Feral found it hard to pay attention but caught one of them say something about a new family or other. Deciding that the information was irrelevant she only bothered to take her mind off the ship's design long enough to ridicule them in her head.
After following the crowd to the galley Feral sat and contemplated her situation, seeing no current way out of it she decides its best to stay quiet for the time being and wait for a good opportunity to get the hell out of there.
Last edited May 30, 2018 3:24 pm
May 30, 2018 8:36 am
Hepi, in the commotion of what happened, was not able to find his trusty battleaxe nor any of his other weapons. He did manage to hide his small tinderbox between his legs, which was covered nicely by his abnormally large...third limb.
He listens to the speeches, pissed off that this captain sold him into slavery...again.
It'll all be okay, Hepi thinks to himself. I've gotten myself out of a situation like this before. Though, it is interesting that I am not in chains. Thank goodness for that!
Now, to find something flammable.As Hepi is escorted to the mess, he is looking around for things that may be flammable enough to cause a stir in this ship. That should make for an interesting distraction...
He listens to the speeches, pissed off that this captain sold him into slavery...again.
It'll all be okay, Hepi thinks to himself. I've gotten myself out of a situation like this before. Though, it is interesting that I am not in chains. Thank goodness for that!
Now, to find something flammable.
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Just so you all know, his command of the Common language is rough, but he understands the language perfectly, though maybe not getting the nuanced innuendo and what-not.May 30, 2018 9:43 am
Theres a lot of wood about but it all looks pretty damp. You see some sailors drinking booze though. Maybe you could find the supply and burn that. Probably not a good idea to do that right now as you feel dozens of eyes follow your every movement.
May 30, 2018 12:10 pm
As soon as Zev wakes up with a sword at his throat, Coral clatters to the ground with a blanket draped over it, making as much noise as possible and blinks out of existence. Zev reaches and grabs for his spell book, placing it in the small of his back. As soon as the guard turns back he starts to act out. "What is going on? I must protest most fiercely. This is simply unheard of. I do hope you have representation because I have several solicitors on retainer that I am more than willing to bring forth if need be. This is a direct violation of the free waters act." With a quick nick at his throat to be quiet, Zev closes his mouth and follows the others. After hearing the captain sell them out, Zev's vindictive side comes out. Looking around, he quietly utters the words and motions for prestidigitation, and thinks of the ropes coiled on the deck 10 feet away, and the edges of the sail above his head, small flames start to appear, tiny insignificant flames that with just the right amount of wind and time might erupt. Zev follows the others down below, "Well if you need a new cook, I do have some experience and can make an excellent tasting stew." Zev smiles at the old gnome.
Rolls
Sleight of Hand - (1d20+4)
(11) + 4 = 15
May 30, 2018 1:15 pm
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Laeren always has a knife in their right boot, and lock picks in their left boot, long lace up boots that go up to the knees. I'm going to roll, 1 for keeping the knife, 2 for keeping the lock picks.Rolls
1 for knife 2 for lockpicks - (1d2)
(2) = 2
May 30, 2018 2:07 pm
Laeren has made a conscious decision to stay in their male form during the journey, to avoid having to explain themselves. However, this "blessing of Correlon" (or curse as Laeren views it) is still new and they don't have complete control over it. After a night of vivid dreams, they wake up to find themselves in female form. "Oh shit." she says. Then she notices the orc with a dagger. "Oh fuck."
As Laeren puts her boots on, the orc finds the hilt of a dagger sticking out of her right boot and confiscates it. Laeren sighs saying "nothing gets past you, huh?". She walks dejectedly with the other prisoners. She knows the drill, though she's never been on this side of it. As she walks, her eyes dart around sharply taking everything in, looking for any weaknesses to exploit later.
She doesn't do much to hide the look of amusement at seeing the captain and his gnome translator. As they're about to be lead away, she shouts to the translator "Hey parrot, does this translation thing you do work both ways? You can tell the captain to go fuck himself."
As Laeren puts her boots on, the orc finds the hilt of a dagger sticking out of her right boot and confiscates it. Laeren sighs saying "nothing gets past you, huh?". She walks dejectedly with the other prisoners. She knows the drill, though she's never been on this side of it. As she walks, her eyes dart around sharply taking everything in, looking for any weaknesses to exploit later.
She doesn't do much to hide the look of amusement at seeing the captain and his gnome translator. As they're about to be lead away, she shouts to the translator "Hey parrot, does this translation thing you do work both ways? You can tell the captain to go fuck himself."
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As she does that, she's looking to see if any of the captains' crew laugh at this. Trying to see just how loyal they are.Rolls
Perception check to see if any of the orc guards laugh at the captain behind his back - (1d20+4)
(19) + 4 = 23
May 30, 2018 4:38 pm
Hepi is very patient. He wouldn't burn anything just yet...
He is also looking around for someone that seems like they are interested in talking with him...
He is also looking around for someone that seems like they are interested in talking with him...
Rolls
Insight to determine if anyone wants to talk from the pirate crew or from the new slaves - (1d20+1)
(18) + 1 = 19
Perception (if you want it) - (1d20+3)
(11) + 3 = 14
May 30, 2018 6:05 pm
I awaken and calmly rise, slipping my staff underneath my clothes. There is no need for weapons, I am coming quietly. After the stew is given to me, I stare at it. I eat a few bites. and then return it to the person that gave it to me.
Jun 2, 2018 11:49 am
@Ziv: Your little work with the prestidigitation goes un-noticed but as you sail away from the Lucky Dice you don't notice any flames or anything, so it musn't have done any significant damage.
@Laeren : Several of the crew clearly snigger at your bold assault. The captain either didn't hear you, doesn't understand your accent or pretended not to hear you.
@Happy: The crew are all looking at your group. Most are giving you sympathetic looks as if they'd been there and done that but a few are looking at you with a predatory gleam in their eyes. You see a female drow look at you and give you a friendly smile. That's about as close to a friendly welcome as you gonna get.
@Everyone: After you're about three-quarters of the way through your meal the sword-bearing orc from before approaches your table, slaps the food out of your hands and introduces himself.
They call me Rotgut, but you maggots will call me either midshopman (sic) or sir. I'm the unlucky son of a bitch whose been given charge a yer. Now I unna stand that a few a yer might be haborin a little ana mosty, so lets get that oudda way first.
The he picks up the table and throws it to the side of the room scattering you and the nearest pirates alike. He pulls out two clubs and drops one in the center of your group.
One atta time or all at once. Makes no difference to me! he roars in challenge.
@Laeren : Several of the crew clearly snigger at your bold assault. The captain either didn't hear you, doesn't understand your accent or pretended not to hear you.
@Happy: The crew are all looking at your group. Most are giving you sympathetic looks as if they'd been there and done that but a few are looking at you with a predatory gleam in their eyes. You see a female drow look at you and give you a friendly smile. That's about as close to a friendly welcome as you gonna get.
@Everyone: After you're about three-quarters of the way through your meal the sword-bearing orc from before approaches your table, slaps the food out of your hands and introduces himself.
They call me Rotgut, but you maggots will call me either midshopman (sic) or sir. I'm the unlucky son of a bitch whose been given charge a yer. Now I unna stand that a few a yer might be haborin a little ana mosty, so lets get that oudda way first.
The he picks up the table and throws it to the side of the room scattering you and the nearest pirates alike. He pulls out two clubs and drops one in the center of your group.
One atta time or all at once. Makes no difference to me! he roars in challenge.
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It seems as though he is challenging you all to a fight. What do you do?load next