[Bond]

Bond- The torturers get tired of your babbling and decide to leave you to regain your senses, so they can torture you some more. The thongy cloaky guy looks for any possible way he can kick you into the pit and gets pissed off. "THIS IS STILL CUBAAAAAAAAAA!" He yells at you before he too departs. You're alone now, so if its not too agonizing you can try to look at your map and the chains will allow you to move just enough to get at it in your shirt sleeve.

I turn to grab the map and pull it out, only to feel a discouragin' rumblin' in me stomach.

[Slade]

((JM, do you REALLY want to get involved in grapple rolls? I mean, if she calls out for help it will take you DAYS to figure out how to properly sort out all of the potential attacks by her crewmates.))

I pull the good Cap'n Roughknuckles aside for a moment. "Destroyed Port Royale, ye did? Bleedin' teeth. Nobody anywhere 'as mentioned that Port Royale was sacked, let alone by who. Ye'll have to fill me in later. I can' even begin ta reckon how everyone failed to mention ye at ports."

I turn an' address the good cleric with right proper english what befits a man of the cloth. "We don't want any trouble, father. We're here because there's a hurricane brewing in these waters, an' I don't mean the wrath of the sea. Everyone is talking about the rumors that the pirate Barebones Barend is back from the grave, maybe you've heard. The trouble here is that we're all quite concerned that there's much more substance to these rumors than it seems. We've found a few ships floating in the water when they should have been sleeping at the bottom of the ocean, where everyone had been murdered quite brutally, an' the ship's logs all write of unspeakable horror. How can you send a man who won't stay dead back to hell? We beseech your help, and then we'll be on our way."

[barend]

Barend- Ok now that things have settled down your men easily find the leg. They cant figure out the fancy lock, so one of them headbutts it open, shattering it. Inside you find a map written in Spanish. You cant read it, but it does point to a location in Cuba and a few of the words seem to translate well, for instance "secret" and "Jesuit" and "fort". The Lieutenant asks if he can go, and swears he knows nothing of the map, though he offers to translate it for you.

((After he translates the map, I let him go. By himself in a small boat. How many other men are there? Basic plan is to sink the ship with the captain tied to the mast))

Any of the rest of ye be in anyway useful to me? ((I say to the crew)) AS ye can all see I can be merciful to those who have something to offer.

WELL???!!

((BAsically, I shoot anyone who doesn't step forward))

This post has been edited by barend: 30 October 2007 - 06:05 PM

[Deepsycher]

I am now going to report all of you to Robbing the Ill And Accused for Capturing off possessions, you robbed illegitimate gifty holy treasures.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 30 October 2007 - 06:28 PM

[Ninja Duck]

Ninja Duck and Cobnat- Ok, your ship is going to sail towards Aruba in search of some Spanish silver that's rumored to be shipping in those waters. Cobnat, you've got the mess hall and Ninja Duck, you'll have the helm. Cobnat is going to have to make some kind of food and as for you, you'll need to keep the ship on course through a hell of a storm. The damned thing is tossing and turning and the wheel jerks with every wave as the wind driven rain stings your face, each drop like a needle.

I give thought to pulling a Tom Sawyer and tricking some poor sea cow into taking the helm for me, or lashing my wrists to the wheel so it stays its course like that guy did in Dracula, but I'm probably not too well-versed in 19th Century literature, eh?

A pirate is no stranger to pain, and I'll stay the course as long as me strength lasts. May Fortune favor me with a good meal once this ordeal is over with.

[Deepsycher]

Joke: A pirate is no stranger to pain when they have scurvy and rotting teeth in their personal time.

Good news today. I have some treasure hidden unmarked on a map. Blue clues included but it's not mappable though.

Anyone want to squabble over it?

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 30 October 2007 - 06:50 PM

[Spoon Poetic]

(((I am really lost on what I'm supposed to say here... I know how to fight, I know how to show someone else how to fight, but I don't know how to written-ly describe one person's actions in a fight where the second person's actions are as of yet unknown... I'll do my best though.)))

Um. I grapple with him. Arrr. Oh, and try to win. Dashingly. Hopefully without getting injured and stuff. Ahoy. ...

(((Okay, I tried and tried but couldn't come up with anything better. I think I lost my creative writing allotment for the month when I struggled with that swordfighting post.)))

[Slade]

((Very nice post, spoon. I couldn't describe what to do any better than you can. Maybe go for any open wounds when you can also defend yourself?))

[Deepsycher]

I mean for all you pirates out there. I am not a pirate and I don't own a sword yet but I do own something for you all to squable over.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 30 October 2007 - 07:22 PM

[TheOrator]

I consider the jungley area, and arrange for a small landing party to scout out the area to take note of the town's defenses. I consider possibilities for attacks, and also how the limequat I'm currently eating was made.

[Deepsycher]

Fine. What shall you do with an innocent dressed like civilian outside your defence?

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 30 October 2007 - 09:18 PM

[J m HofMarN]

Bond- Ok, you get ahold of the map and your stomach hurts. I rolled to see if there's some peptobismal around, but there isnt. You do have a map though. It doesnt seem to make a damned bit of sense though. It's mostly just a bunch of random seeming phrases and numbers. Even if you werent half made from torture you couldnt make it out. However you pass your knowledge test and recognize one name, which seems to be the pirate who drew the map, as Peter Arnaud. He's legendary for having been the only pirate to sneak into Barebones lare. It would seem, however, that he met his demise in torment in the very same pit you were in. It might be a good idea to hide that map.

(will psot more tonight, am having comp trouble)

[Bond]

Bond- Ok, you get ahold of the map and your stomach hurts. I rolled to see if there's some peptobismal around, but there isnt. You do have a map though. It doesnt seem to make a damned bit of sense though. It's mostly just a bunch of random seeming phrases and numbers. Even if you werent half made from torture you couldnt make it out. However you pass your knowledge test and recognize one name, which seems to be the pirate who drew the map, as Peter Arnaud. He's legendary for having been the only pirate to sneak into Barebones lare. It would seem, however, that he met his demise in torment in the very same pit you were in. It might be a good idea to hide that map.

I stash the map in me vest, then wait for someone to come around; time is on my side.

[J m HofMarN]

Slade/Otal- (Spoon's men will not interfere.) The cleric considers for a time and then nods. "Very well... But you will owe me a favor. And you'll swear by God and the Blessed Virgin. In return I'll give you weapons to help stop this threat to us all. Is that acceptable, Captains?

Barend- They failt their courage roll and every one of them offers themselves to you. They are of course mortal so theres a limit to what they can do. The captain alone protests, especially when you see the map, but the first mate draws a gun and tells him to quiet down. The captain does, and you can do whatever you like now.

Ninja Duck- In the past 20 odd years of your life you havent even learned to read, being just a tradesman. However a dutch whore read "Wenching and You, a Seaman's Guide to Where To Stick It" to you once. Thinking of that fumbling night with the one legged prostitute gets your mind off the horrid storm, but dinner seems to be coming late today for some reason, so no such luck there.

DS: RE: twenty posts you made:
Ok, you walk into a pirate hangout and announce that you have treasure, or a means to procure treasure, that you're unarmed and that you're not a pirate. It's not even a second before men with tattoos and knives in their teeth circle around you, watching eachother to see who will beat the living tar out of you, take your map, money, boots, clothes, and whatever else they can cut off as a trinket, and then leave you for dead in an alley.

Spoon... Ok I'll make a grapple check. You beat his ass and roll over on top of him, and his hands falla away from your kneck.... What in the...
Ok I don't know how to do this. You just rolled 2 natural twenties and the punchline is that the guy is already dying. So here's what happens. On your "try to win" roll you force yourself down onto him to put more pressure on his neck. He chokes to death, and at the same time your stomach hits something hard. It's your sword, which is jabbed through his sternum. BUT your sword is forced down into a latch to the captain's secret swag chamber. You fall down, cushioned by the captain's corpse. Your crew rush up to see what's happened and find you laying atop a pile of gold and jewels. PWNed

Orator- Your landing party says the fort's defenses have been roused, but they're largely focusing on the bay, the only conceivable means of attack. The jungle is swampy and nasty but a few of your men have tracking skills, being the best men in the caribbean fleet. They'll lead you through it. Also, the limequat is an abomination of nature.

Bond- No one comes but there is the rush of footsteps up and down the halls. It seems the fortress you've been taken to has gone on alert for some reason.

[Bond]

Bond- No one comes but there is the rush of footsteps up and down the halls. It seems the fortress you've been taken to has gone on alert for some reason.

I jangle me manacles to irritate the dirty buggers.