"We're wearing their clothes at the moment, aren't we?  We should be able to blend in.  There is no way a person would know and be able to recognize everyone else within a ship's crew.

It's too bad we didn't bring any poisons along with us.  I suppose we could have spiked the beer or food to cause some damage that way."

Umbril almost snarled, "If you want to blend in with these vermin, I'll guard your rear, but I'll have no part of it myself."

Hands looked optimistic, though he had no real reason to. "So you have a better idea then Umbril? Well spit it out then my friend. We have no time to spend making guesses. Do you plan to wait here while we look for an escape route?" There was no malice or disagreement in the large man's deep voice. Only a sense of urgency brought on by the need to get the job done and get out of there.

"My concern is if we start a fire in here it will draw people from every entrace; leaving us trapped in here with who knows how many pirates at one time.  A fire will also be a sign that we were here as well.  Are we prepared to suffer the consequences of that choice?  If we are then let's use the beer and wine stored here to set off the fire to burn the entire room and then move into either the tavern or kitchen area to hide and then try picking the pirates off one at a time.  Would that satify you, Umbril?"

OCC: Sorry guys didn't have internet for asweek.


Gildor just shook his head. Whatever we do we need to do it fast.

Umbril shrugged, "I'll die fighting before I dress up as one of those."

"If we need to get more of the crew to even the odds, let's do it. We got this far, we can get back and bring help.  If we can handle what's here on our own, I'm ready for that as well."

The twitch in the weight on his chain was rapidly becoming a tight circle of agitation.

The big man shook his head. ”I do not think getting more of the crew here is possible, Umbril. They have to stay at the ship and prepare for the sea battle against the pirate boats.” A pair of oversized hands clenched into fists. ”Besides, I say we can handle ‘em. Lets look around some more and see what we are up against.” Hands was ready to go though the kitchen area and check out the pirate tavern.

"Sounds like a plan to me Hands."  Following Hands line of thinking Sam makes his way to the northern set of double doors and moves through it.

Umbril smiled grimly and nodded.  He too followed Hands, his chain still swirling in tight circles at his hand.

Gildor didn't get why Umbril didn't want to dress up as a pirate but he figured it was no big deal. He skulked along with the rest to see what he could see.

Each square is 5"x5"

The tavern and kitchen area are very large rooms.  100-200 people could be served here at any one time.

The tavern room has several beer keg barrels stacked against one wall and several tables, benches, and chairs around the room for patrons to use while they are here.

The kitchen area is big enough to prepare and feed a small army.  Crates of vegetables and other food ready to be prepared are stacked in the corner of this room with several ovens lining the south wall of the room.  There are two wash basins on the north side of the room and several counterspace tables in the middle of the room with food in various stages of preparation.  You get the impression someone left in a hurry from this room.  The ovens are still on and generating heat...

At the moment there is no one is in either of these two rooms...

Sam makes his way quickly across the tavern room to a set of double doors on the western wall of the room; listening in the other side.

Hands stares up and around at the enormous room. He whistled a low impressed whistle. ”Somebody in this place asked for Sharess’ blessing. Look at the size of it.” As they passed the open crates, Hands grabbed a carrot and took a bite. ”There must be a LOT of pirates in this place if it takes a room this size to feed ‘em. We gotta be careful.” Noticing the ovens still open and hot, Karal asked, ”Think our arrival made ‘em all run out and leave the fires on?”

Umbril grinned.  "That or something bigger and meaner than we are is already on its way..."

"There are a group of people on the other side of this door off a ways.  Sounds like a brawl going on.  Shall we?" As he montions through the door and goes through the door...
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Why not? Guildor replied. He tried to put on his best Pirate swagger as they he headed towards the door.

Umbril sighed and followed after.  He glanced back at Hands and muttered, almost to himself, _{"Glad we decided to be careful..."}

"Aye my friend." The big warrior roughly patted Umbril on his shoulder in the way compatriots sometimes do. To the rest he added, "Time to see how much of the opposition we can eliminate." Karal clenched his hands into fists and rolled his shoulders to loosen them up. From the stance of his body and the expression on his face, no one would question his intent.

Umbril smiled grimly and moved to follow Hands.  This was more to his liking than all this sneaking around like... like... pirates or something.

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Each square is 5"x5"

As you exit out of the tavern/kitchen areas the group enters into a large hallway with a large group of pirates at the south end of it in what appears to be a fight of some kind.  The hallway also opens up to the south into a very large cavern area with a small underground lake and docked ocean going ships.

The doors on the west side of the hall open up into a large sleeping quarters area filled with bunk beds three high.

The doors just south of the kitchen open up into a hospital/sick bay of sorts.
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OOC: I'm not seeing the image.

Ditto.

OOC: That makes three of us. No image.

Karal is about to wade into the mass of fighting pirates and beating down as many as he can reach with his considerable grasp, but stops to see if his companions have any better ideas. "Any reason we should not jump in there?"

Umbril grinned, "None that I can think of.  We can start on the near end and leave the far end for the archers."

The swing of his chain had widened and looked almost relaxed as he prepared for battle.

OOC: If I paste just the image code out of your post, I can see the map, but there's nothing on it to tell me where we are, or where the pirates are, so my actual movements are necessarily vague.

It all seemed so easy...but then again, no plan survives contact with the enemy.

The slavers were tougher, better armed, and better motivated that would be expected.  Many hunters fell, but the slavers were brought to heel slowly, as they fought their way back, deeper into the lair...

Until Najaksef a dragon of the deepest, wickedest, black appeared...

Was he in control of the operation?  Was the operation simply a larger effort of a whole?  Hard to say, and no time to determine while the remains of the hunters fled, the drakken-fear spurring them to flight.

The ship did not have more than a league behind it when the drake pounced; they had no more chance than a mouse against a feral cat...