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Pantsless Pirates [IC]
- Thread starter Lord_Red
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Inkybus
The NPC
- Joined
- Dec 27, 2019
- Location
- The EU, probably
Zahn naturally disarmed and searched all of the pirates for any hidden daggers or small, concealable blades that they could use to undo their binds. Once he was satisfied with the belief that they had no swift way to get free, the lizardfolk looked around for gags to apply to them and other bits and pieces of furniture to put them in or pin them under.
While he worked, he shot Helena a friendly look: "Yes, we can train!" He seemed excited to finally get to spar with her as well!
"We can leave. They act in cahoots with sahuagin and we know they consort with evil entities, because of that ritual stuff they possess. We can report our findings to the one who sent us: all we need is to lie if anyone sees us without a 'guide' or escort."
His eyes looked to Helena and then Joy. "I believe you can do that easily."
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"I, too, apologize for my harsh language," Joy told the others softly, bowing her head. "Terrible things are necessary in battle. I hate violence...the Lady has placed me on this world to bring pleasure, not pain."
She sniffed and sighed. "I know we didn't have a chance, but...I'm still sorry to anyone hurt by my words."
As the others got to work on the prisoners, she checked through their belongings until she found her shirt and donned it before Orin was roused.
"Maybe we won't have to!" Joy said, her voice brighter. "They were going to betray the officers, right? We know Sin suspected their plots. Perhaps others, did, too! We could tell the others, or just threaten to!"
Joy flinches as Helena's foot connects with Orin, turning her head away with a grimace. She doesn't have the stomach for this sort of business. Not for the first time, she silently thanks the Lady for guiding her to friends that can handle these ugly necessities for her.
She looks at Zahn and smiles, nodding slightly, then sits cross-legged in front of Orin. Reaching out, she runs her fingers through his hair and gazes into his eyes.
"What were you going to do to the rest of the crew, Orin?" she asks softly.
Zazutobi
Star
- Joined
- Mar 22, 2021
Nanbako shrugged saying "Alright we'll just let the ship full of right bastards go out and about their day. And not cause a massive malfunction making most of the ship scramble to fix it and not focus on us for awhile." she said shaking her head. Looking down to Orin and squatted down at his side looking over. "Suggest you start answering questions. Im far less kind than them, but im kind enough to put you back together no matter how much we take off." she said with a toothy grin.
"Orin." Joy cups his jaw in her hands, gently. "We're going to find out. One of the others will tell us, or we'll talk to the rest of the crew and put the pieces together. People have noticed you."
She swings a leg over Orin and straddles him. Her hips shift slowly back and forth over his lap.
"We'll learn, Orin, but you can decide how we learn." Her hands slide down, long the sides of his neck and over his chest. "This is the time to negotiate, Orin."
She swings a leg over Orin and straddles him. Her hips shift slowly back and forth over his lap.
"We'll learn, Orin, but you can decide how we learn." Her hands slide down, long the sides of his neck and over his chest. "This is the time to negotiate, Orin."
Charisma (Persuasion) check: 27. Of course, Persuasion is not mind control.
L1zaT
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2022
"Give up, the dopey bastard willnae tell us a thing." Helena said. She didn't shout, but certainly spoke louder than was necessary.
Helena walked over to the barrel Henry was in, and sat herself down on it, before waving over everyone else for a huddle.
"Right, knock'im back oot an wake some other cunt up. Maybe that bastard 'enry. We ask 'im questions, but make oot like we a'ready ken the answers. We make it oot like some'n a'ready snitched. Then once 'e's tryin' ta figure oot who told, we 'let slip' 'twas Orin. 'specially if'n we 'eal 'im, so it does nae looked like we 'ad to torture 'im. If 'enry thinks 'es a traitor.. ah cannae even think what 'ed do. Betrayin' under torture's one ting. But talkin' withoot it...." At that Helena paused her monologue, every word of which she'd made sure Orin could hear, but in a way that made it look like he wasn't supposed to. She gave a dramatic shudder, as though imagining all the harm Henry might inflict on a traitor who switched sides so easily.
"Might e'en sacrifice 'im like t'other poor bastards. Found a skull when ah went peekin' 'round.. doubt there'll be enough'f 'im e'en fer that." She added, just for good measure.
"Play along. I 'ave a plan. Somethin' scarier'n any'hin' we can cook up."
Helena walked over to the barrel Henry was in, and sat herself down on it, before waving over everyone else for a huddle.
"Right, knock'im back oot an wake some other cunt up. Maybe that bastard 'enry. We ask 'im questions, but make oot like we a'ready ken the answers. We make it oot like some'n a'ready snitched. Then once 'e's tryin' ta figure oot who told, we 'let slip' 'twas Orin. 'specially if'n we 'eal 'im, so it does nae looked like we 'ad to torture 'im. If 'enry thinks 'es a traitor.. ah cannae even think what 'ed do. Betrayin' under torture's one ting. But talkin' withoot it...." At that Helena paused her monologue, every word of which she'd made sure Orin could hear, but in a way that made it look like he wasn't supposed to. She gave a dramatic shudder, as though imagining all the harm Henry might inflict on a traitor who switched sides so easily.
"Might e'en sacrifice 'im like t'other poor bastards. Found a skull when ah went peekin' 'round.. doubt there'll be enough'f 'im e'en fer that." She added, just for good measure.
Like i said in ooc chat, basically trying to fuck with his head. He knows Henry, and probably thinks whatever he'll do is a lot worse than we could do... hell he might be right which is a scarier thought.
Performance for making the conversation sound like he wasn't meant to hear it. (Hey maybe it'll grant a bonus on intimidation if the dm is feeling nice
17+8 = 25
Indimidation:
6 + 8 = 14... aaand gonna reroll with my inspiration
Well, better this time:
11+8
Glad i got a social-ish character now ngl. Also so sorry for how long this took me.
Performance for making the conversation sound like he wasn't meant to hear it. (Hey maybe it'll grant a bonus on intimidation if the dm is feeling nice
17+8 = 25
Indimidation:
6 + 8 = 14... aaand gonna reroll with my inspiration
Well, better this time:
11+8
Glad i got a social-ish character now ngl. Also so sorry for how long this took me.
Keep your Inspiration-that plan's enough for Advantage.
Orin's eye goes wide. "Look-the people here are soft! Lily-livered civilians, and wallflowers, and the like. Not proper fighters. The Damnation isn't some charity house, it should be a war machine," he says quickly. "With a little work, whoever's in charge could rule whatever they wanted-but the cowards in charge aren't doing a damn thing. So, get rid of some of the people who're too weak to do a damn thing, get some partners who can help attack whatever needs fighting, and get rich doing it."
L1zaT
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2022
Helena looked over and gave a wide, mad grin.
"Oh aye? Cowards like the sort 'ho spill there guts af'er a kick?" She asked, taunting him. If words could kill, Orin would have died three times over from the utter contempt radiating from the lanky redhead.
"Acourse the 'proper fighters' 'ho could nae e'en take us down while we were oot numbered, on yer 'ome turf, an ye 'ad the element o' surprise. Aye the likes ae ye'd make a mighty pirate king indeed. Sovereign o' a sandbar mere like, an that's bein' generous." She piled on, adding insult to injury. "Mah sister ken fight be'er than all o' ye put toge'er, an' she's a bloody cleric!" Helena seemed to take personal offence at how innefectual and just... bad at piracy they were.
"But, ne'er mind all that. Since yer feelin' mere chatty, care ta tell'us 'ow many of ye bastards're in on it? Or be it only ye in this room? Ma'er ae fact, does yer cap'n ken about the sacrifices 'n communin' with the sauhagin?"
"Oh aye? Cowards like the sort 'ho spill there guts af'er a kick?" She asked, taunting him. If words could kill, Orin would have died three times over from the utter contempt radiating from the lanky redhead.
"Acourse the 'proper fighters' 'ho could nae e'en take us down while we were oot numbered, on yer 'ome turf, an ye 'ad the element o' surprise. Aye the likes ae ye'd make a mighty pirate king indeed. Sovereign o' a sandbar mere like, an that's bein' generous." She piled on, adding insult to injury. "Mah sister ken fight be'er than all o' ye put toge'er, an' she's a bloody cleric!" Helena seemed to take personal offence at how innefectual and just... bad at piracy they were.
"But, ne'er mind all that. Since yer feelin' mere chatty, care ta tell'us 'ow many of ye bastards're in on it? Or be it only ye in this room? Ma'er ae fact, does yer cap'n ken about the sacrifices 'n communin' with the sauhagin?"
Ok first I wanna say, I don't mean offence to you with the 'innefectual' thing above. This campaign's been genuinely great so far, no complaints ngl. Wanted to be clear because I realise that can come off passive aggressive and it's not my intent.
Now then. Not *actually* sure what to roll to get him to keep talking.
Thinking either intimidation or persuasion.
But i rolled a d20 and got a 1, then used my inspo and got a 5
So for intimidation that'd be a 5+8 for 13, oor for persuasion it'd be 5+11 for 16.
Now then. Not *actually* sure what to roll to get him to keep talking.
Thinking either intimidation or persuasion.
But i rolled a d20 and got a 1, then used my inspo and got a 5
So for intimidation that'd be a 5+8 for 13, oor for persuasion it'd be 5+11 for 16.
Inkybus
The NPC
- Joined
- Dec 27, 2019
- Location
- The EU, probably
Zahn listened to the proceeding interrogation of the captured pirate, while he himself kept busy by gaggin the rest of the unconscious enemies. Once they all were gagged more or less effectively, the lizardkin stood back up and crossed his arms in a contemplative stance.
"Why the rituals? What do they do?"