Most of you remember it this way: You were walking in the countryside near your homes, strolling home from the tavern after a night's drinking, walking down to the river to fetch some water, or gone to visit some lass or lad in neighboring village.  And, suddenly, you heard a thrashing in the underbrush around you, and before you could turn you felt a whale of a blow to the back of your head, and everything went black.

When you awoke, you were in the dark, tiny, stinking hold of the pirate galley, shackled by your wrists to the sturdy beams of the slave bunks, bunks stacked like cordwood. There were about 40 other captured folk of the archipelago there. You were sick from the blow to your head and from the tossing of the ship, from the revolting gruel the slaver pirates occasionally fed you, and from the knowledge that you were bound for one of the western slave ports, never again to see your own home. Mockingly, the keys to your shackles were hung from a hook right by the hatch to the deck, only 5 or 6 feet from the lot of you. They might as well be miles away.

(This is your chance to RP and get to know each other.  Yes, this means you.)

In the corner a nauseated and shackled half elf was sitting, obviously angry at what had happened.
He cursed the pirates and said to the others in the stinking hold:
This is what you get with pirates. They've got no respect for decent people. Here I am, visiting my neighboring farmers, walking home, and wham, they hit me and treat me like an animal. And they treat animals very badly. Now I know how to treat an animal, I'm very good at it, I say. But these pirates, they're monsters. They're so mean and evil. They're worse than animals. My name is Jory Longarm, by the way.

It's the voice cutting through the creaking of the ship and the soft sound of waves battering against the ship that woke the young man. He had been in and out of consciousness thus far and no one was able to get much out of him save for a few grunts and groans. Dried blood from a nasty gash on his head that is already starting to heal has masked a good bit of his facial features. Instinctively he tries to reach for the wound to comfort his pain and is met by the immediate resistance of the shackles about his wrists. Dumbfounded, the young man tries again before his eyes find their way to the rusty shackles, " What? Ugh ... " Seeing as how he can't bring his hands to his head he brings his head to his hands.

Eventually he takes his head from his hands. Looking around for what appears to be the first time his eyes widen as he slowly takes in his predicament. Seeing the source of the voice that woke him he turns his attention to the man, " Ugh ... Jory? Pirates? We've been taken by pirates? " He grimaces and rests his head upon his arm, obviously still in pain from the blow he took about his head. He is young, perhaps sixteen or so. By the looks of him he has seen some heavy labor during those few years, possibly as a farmer but more likely as a porter of some sort as his build looks to have been formed by the constant weight of lifting heavy objects.

Lying nearby Tath slowly stirred as he heard voices. Keeping his eyes closed and attempting to not move his head to much, as even the slightest movement brought a throbbing pain to his skull. He slowly eased himself into a seated position, head hanging between his knees. "Aaagh, filthy pirates."

Pulling on the heavy chains, and slowly looking about "Names Tath Sua, looks like we are in quite a pickle friends."

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In the intro to this thread, it says: "... from the revolting gruel the slaver pirates occasionally fed you.." So I guess we've been on this ship for at least a day and that we know that we've been taken by pirates who want to sell us as slaves.

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Jory wondered whether the young man, who hadn't said his name so far, was seriously wounded. He seemed to be on the verge of unconsciousness all the time. I think you need medical attention, young man. You're not well, everyone can see that. Apparently they hit you very hard on the head, as you've been unconscious most of the time. Perhaps we should call the pirates and say that one of their valuable trade assets is about to loose its value.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:50, Wed 13 Sept 2017.

Another youth nearby stirs groggily, the lack of food and comfortable sleep telling that his story is the same as theirs.  When he looks up, his auburn hair, hazel eyes, and fair-skinned and freckled face are those of the tavern owner's son, Daniv Jensen.  Most times, he is seen only as he brings food from the kitchen to the bar for the servers to deliver to the tables.
As he looks about, there is a bruise and a small gash just above his left eye, and another thin cut running from the corner of that eye, to the corner of his lip that is encrusted in blood.
I would consider being angry with you lot for waking me up, if my dreams were not as bad as this filthy sty, he says with a yawn.  He looks about the hold, the bunks, the other prisoners.  Anyone have any ideas on how we can get out of here?

 And yet, another damned soul on this ferry on the Styx, made a groaning noise. A man many with flaxen hair began to sir on the top shelf of the cord wood. He had a rather nasty bump on his head, as blue eyes fluttered open. “ What…… what in the name of the Gods happened.. and what is that smell?” croaked his voice.

The tall and sturdy Lam felt anything but that as he woke from his slumber. "Still here, huh" he thought, as if his rest would free him from his shackles. He heard the voices of others as they spoke. But Lam chose not to. He waited to see what the near future would bring.

Jory realized belatedly that he knew the youth, it was Daniv from the tavern!
Hey Daniv, you here too? I hadn't recognized you before, man, you look bad, all bruised and a bit bloody. And no, I don't have the faintest idea about how to get these shackles off. If you've got muscles of steel, then go ahead and try. But I think these shackles were craft to restrain an ox or a horse! There's no alternative but to wait and hope we'll get a master who deals with his slaves in a human way, rather than this bestial cruelty we're in now.

Daniv turns as best he can to face Jory, though, from his position, it isn't very well.  He notices others from the tavern are imprisoned with the two youths.
Well, if you hadn't been making googly eyes at Elsbeth Dunnhill instead at home,  you might not be here, he says with a chuckle.  I told you that girl was going to be nothing but trouble for you.  Then again, she have been trouble for all of us.
He tests the strength of the manacles.  When that yeilds nothing of use, he begins looking around.  I, for one, have no intention letting myself be sold into slavery.  Even were it to the richest, kindest, and most beautiful of mistresses.  He is hoping to find a loose, thick sliver of wood, or loose nail, anything he might be able to use to try to pick the lock of the manacles.

Jory answers Daniv:
I wouldn't mind a beautiful and kind mistress. Perhaps I could seduce her with my good looks and take over her holdings. But I'll look around too for useful things here....

Jory also looks around for sharp nails or other things which might be used to get the shackles opened.

"I agree with Jory, I could get to like being owned by a nice and beautiful mistress. Though the way my luck goes it would be some flea bitten hag I would end up being sold too."

Tath twists around trying to gain better purchase on the chain and attempts to pull the chains loose again.

No thank you,
 Deniv responds as he finally finds a sliver of wood he can pry free.  It looks thick enough to hold up to the job, but he cannot be sure until he tries.  Reaching the locking mechanism is difficult, but he finally manages it.  Atnthe angle he has to work, he knows that success is a long shot.  But, he tries anyway.
By the Nine Hells, he mutters as the sliver breaks in the lock.  Now, he has to work to get it back out.....

Rebeccah finally rouses herself from unconsciousness and looks around the hold.  She had heard of slavers working the islands, but she wasn't aware of any hitting any settlements around her.  The boat rocked suddenly causing her to hiss in pain as the tender spot on the back of her head hit the wall.  "Ow."  She suppressed the urge to cry in front of all these strangers.

In reply to Rebeccah (msg # 14):

A swollen temple and right eye mark the one who at least managed to hear his attacker coming. He had drifted in and out since coming to the first time to the scraping of chains, the tossing of the sea, the groans and disquiet of the slaves, and the shouting of the pirates above. Now though his strength had mostly returned, though he does t move in any fashion to let anyone know he was awake. Not that sal had ever been in a cargo bay as the cargo before, but something told him to gauge his fellow slaves- no, prisoners, he corrected himself- for the ones who seem tough butewl before the Masters. So he spent some time observing. He had the one named  Daniv to his right, and Rebecca was to his left and up a row, by his feet. Now he stirred, daniv seemed like an all right fellow. He nudged Rebecca with his foot- or at least, he was going to ask her to retrieve something from his shoe- but he didn't even have shoes, anymore. So instead, he smiled kindly at the girl and nudged her with his foot anyways.  listen- its scary here, and i imagine it must be doubly so for a lady. i just wanted to let you know that, so far as im able i wont let anyone prisoner or otherwise, take advantage of you. he supposed his directness might come off suspiciously, but he really was being g honest.

Edward, who had been a healer in his village, was shocked and disgusted to find himself a prisoner on a pirate ship. Though he could tend to the wounds of his fellow villagers, he found himself unable to tend to his own bruises and cuts as his hands were shackled. All he could do is wait in solemn silence as the other prisoners spoke to one and other. Though he may look serious and dignified, in truth he was doing his best to keep the disgusting food (if it could even be called food) in his stomach.

In an attempt to keep the other prisoners' spirits up Edward finally speaks, "If this is to be our fate, let us go in dignity." Admittedly this did not sound very inspiring once it was out.

Ha!  Deniv was looking at the healer.  There have not been many, but there have been merchants with slaves come to the tavern.  My father took their coin without any thought to it.
He looks over at the girl, then at each of the other prisoners in turn.  Most were treated badly.  Forced to do things at night in their masters' room.  Made to eat from the floor.  To sleep with the horses and cattle.  Some were treated well enough, but still as property.  There is no dignity in this... life.  His voice is not loud, almost a whisper in volume.  But it carries a vehemence of one who has experienced degradation.
The peoples of Highport abhor slavery.  But, in the port cities and their surrounding lands, it is... tolerated for the sake of increased trade.
He stands as best he can in the cramped confines of the hold.  He puts his feet against the wall and he begins to tug as hard as he can manage.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:18, Fri 15 Sept 2017.

In reply to Daniv Jensen (msg # 17):



Sal nodded to the healer, agreeing tacitly, but when Daniv spoke he felt compelled to speak. Ah, rather, brother? There is no dignity in the life that they assign us to, no. But we are not only what they make of us. I am Sal Warth, degenerate lowlife with a heart o' gold I sold a long time ago to pay for my gambling habits. he grinned at himself and tipped a nonexistent hat.  he gestured around him to the chains, and above to the pirates. I am not defined by these chains, by their rules. Neither are you, Daniv. So why not play the same game you always have? don't be rash, be smart- comply as much as you need to, not an ounce more, and when there's  a chance of a solid out, then take it. What should you accomplish, by breaking free of those chains, now? gonna hop overboard? take on the whole crew? he then grimaced, saying I hope you'll forgive the sarcasm I used to crudely illustrate. I digressed a bit there, but the point is this: dignity is what you make for yourself, it is independence, and culture that is not defined by these pirates or whoever they sell us to. He spoke in a quiet voice that nevertheless carried to each that were clear eyed, punctuated by bits of passion he restrained quickly.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:21, Fri 15 Sept 2017.

Jory appreciated the wise speech of the one called Sal Warth. "Those are very wise words, master Warth. I think you're absolutely right. We don't gain anything by trying to break those manacles on our hands. We should escape at the earliest opportunity, but it has to be a good opportunity. Let fate come as it will and then we will grab our chances!"

Rebeccah looks over at Sal and gives a weak smile.  "That's kind of you to say.  I must admit to being fearful of my fate.  I can't imagine anything good coming of this."

Everyone seemed so chatty and in a general decent mood. It was hard for the boy to wrap his mind around. Even Daniv, who was younger than he, seemed to be dealing with being taken captive rather well. He knew that if he spoke he would probably loose whatever grip he had on himself. Just watching everyone talk amongst themselves was hard on him. He did manage to follow along with the conversation and was ready for whatever plan the others decided on. Even if it was to just sit and await their fate. For the time being his head swam and his ears were ringing. As such he was content to sit and watch.

Tugging on the chains to avail, Deniv finally sits down, closing his eyes in thought.  His body is tense, almost vibrating with anger.  Back at the tavern, he had always been so quiet, complacent, acquiescent, almost like he had no spirit or fire, like a whipped dog.
But not in this hold, with these other prisoners.  He falls thoughtfully silent, his fingers finding one of the fastenings of the manacles, trying to work it out though he knows he probably will be unable to get it free.

In reply to Jory Longarm (msg # 19):

He nods and grins. Well met, Jory Longarm!

In reply to Rebeccah (msg # 20):

He matches her weak smile with a sttong one. you don't, do you? Well we can sail the ocean blue or sell the ship, and the whole crew too.  he flourishes the song with a wink.

Rebeccah stared wide-eyed at the halfling.  "Uh, ok."  Maybe they hit him a little too hard.

A few days after you woke up, the ship was hit by a squall, which turned, after half a day of tossing and rolling, into a full-fledged storm which blasted spray and curses into the hold every time the hatch above was opened. Your jailer, a man named Hafkris, maybe a half-orc, it was hard to tell under all that grime and walrus ugliness, brought about half the shackled slaves abovedecks to man the oars vacated by sailors washed overboard The storm continued on another day, and Hafkris took another one-fourth of the slave cargo abovedecks He looked worried.

That was yesterday. You haven't seen any of the pirates or the slaves since then, and you haven't been fed. Early today, the shouting and cracking whips indicating that rowers were being kept in line finally faded away to nothing.

Right now, as you're waiting for some sign of life from abovedecks, there's an enormous crash, a grating, grinding noise and horrible shuddering of the ship around you as it runs aground. Abovedecks, there’s the sound of snapping spars and a great crash on the deck which you know must be the mast coming down.  You're all thrown toward the bow, but are still held fast by your shackles and suffer more bruises to your wrists.

The bow of the galley is shattered by the impact, and as the galley grinds to a halt, the bow is torn away entirely, letting in a ferocious blast of numbingly-cold air and ram; the port side of the galley is laid open by a huge boulder that the galley has ground against.

A moment later, there's once again only the sound of wind and pounding surf. Out the open bow, you can see a section of rain-pounded beach; you seem to have run aground where a cliff face meets a cove beach.

Jory had been shaken during the storm, but he had survived, so he rejoiced inwardly and said:
"I'm alive"
His wrists were still in the strong manacles, but at least he could stand up and wriggle a bit with the chains.
So he stood up and started pulling hither and tither on the chains, with all his strength and using his weight to the best advantage.
He was trying to get free.


Can we bend down to the floor and pick something up? What is the anchor to which my chains are fastened, a pole or a board or something else?
This message was last edited by the player at 10:46, Tue 19 Sept 2017.

The ordeal was horrendous and Einlian was thrilled to be alive. His whole life he had wanted to join up with a crew and sail out of his home port. Now he was just happy to see land. The half elven farmer had been lucky enough to have been freed by the crash. Looking at his shackles he was not so fortunate. Forgetting Jory for the time being he looked around to the others near him to see if anyone was hurt badly and if possibly any more had been freed in the crash, " Anyone hurt? " He yanked on his chains to try and at least free them from their mounting as the others were gathering themselves after the crash.

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Ok I'm assuming here that I was not freed of anything as it did not directly say so. If I am wrong I will edit my post.

(The front of the ship is torn away, not the side.   Otherwise you would have been torn away, too.)


Everyone is manacled separately.  You can stand up with a little bit of wiggle room.  There are chunks of wood within reach.
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:37, Tue 19 Sept 2017.

Bruised, battered, and soon to be aching, Deniv pulls himself from under another, unmoving prisoner.  He reaches dow to check the older man's breathing, and finds a a large splinter of wood protruding from his chest.  He staggers back, crab-walking slightly into the gunwale.  Ugh!
Leaning down, he inspects the chain and manacles.  The manacles are attached to a welded chain.  Following that to the gunwale, the chain is affixed to what appears to be a half-ring that goes into a plate bolted to the wall.  Picking up a piece of wood with an end broken close to a point, he shoves. As much of that end as he can into the half-ring.  When he can't push it in any further by hand, he grabs anothe rpiece of wood to hammer it.  Being barefoot at this time, having lost his sandals at some point, he decides he does not want to injure his feet by kicking it.
After about thirteen hits, he shatters his wooden hammer and has to find another to begin again.  However, two more hits pop the ring from the plate, at least freeing him from the wall.  He sits on the deck, tired and breathing heavily.  After a minute or three, he picks up the wood pieces he had used and tosses them to Jory.
Try this.  It worked for me.
I can at least move around, now.

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07:49, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 1 using 1d100.  Yay! it worked!
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 90 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 100 using 1d100.  This sucks....
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 54 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 91 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 42 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 91 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 45 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 33 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 40 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 42 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 70 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 35 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 7 using 1d100.
07:48, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 57 using 1d100.  Bend Bars.

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This message was last edited by the player at 14:14, Tue 19 Sept 2017.

Thank you, that's an ingenious method of getting the ring out of the wall.

Jory tries to use one piece of wood as a hammer and follows the same steps as Daniv to get the half-ring, to which his chain appears to be fastened, out of the wallboard.

Sal, upon finding he was alive, first spared a somber thought to all those that had not been as fortunate as he. Then, rising to his feet, he looked first at the hole in the side of the ship and to the beach beyond. Then he looked at his fellow prisoners with the beginnings of a smile; there was hope, at least, until they could figure out how to break free. which, when Daniv invented freedom, was quite soon and cause his smile to break out. he grabbed himself some chunks of deck and wall and repeated the process.

Lam moaned as he tried to gain composure. His limbs were sore; his wrists and ankles more so. The tall man tugged at his chains, but freedom would not be immediate. He looked around at the chaos from the wreck. Were there others walking around? Lam squinted. Yes, others were up. He tugged at his shackles, growling with disappointment.

Picking up more pieces of wood, Deniv began handing them to other to use to get free.  Stopping at Lam, he shows him how to use it.
Stick the pointed end into the ring on the wall.  It's half a ring, with two flattened ends holding it in the plate there.  He points to each part as he speaks.  Then, hammer the wide end until it pops loose.  You'll still be shackled, but you can move around.
He turns it over to the taller man and begins looking around the wreckage, hoping to find the keys or something else to use to open the manacles on his wrists.

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18:19, Today: Lam Durus rolled 5 using 1d100.

18:19, Today: Lam Durus rolled 23 using 1d100.

18:18, Today: Lam Durus rolled 47 using 1d100.

18:18, Today: Lam Durus rolled 69 using 1d100.

18:18, Today: Lam Durus rolled 75 using 1d100.

18:18, Today: Lam Durus rolled 66 using 1d100.

18:18, Today: Lam Durus rolled 67 using 1d100.

18:18, Today: Lam Durus rolled 34 using 1d100.

18:18, Today: Lam Durus rolled 50 using 1d100.

18:18, Today: Lam Durus rolled 87 using 1d100.

18:18, Today: Lam Durus rolled 29 using 1d100.  bend bars.

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Lam was still not lucid, but he understood that the other man wanted to help.

"Thanks" the tall man hoarsely stated as he accepted the wood. He did his best to repeat what he was shown. Initial attempts failed. Lam growled under his breath as he kept trying. What if someone on deck survived and came down below? What if there were unfriendly beings upon the beach? Lam hurried his progress.

The farmer let out a deep breath as he finally succeeded in removing the ring from its mount. Now what? He was still shackled. Lam looked at the others to see how they were progressing.

Einlian took the chunk of wood with a slight smile. He had spent his whole working life on the docks and a combination of muscle and knowledge of ships allowed him to make quick work of his bindings, " Thank the gods! " The youth looked around to the others to see if anyone was having trouble with their escape. He was in a rather good mood at the moment despite their predicament and was looking forward to freeing the others.

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I have no idea how many shots we get, but it took me four to get out.

22:31, Today: Einlian rolled 2 using 1d100.  Bend Bars.
22:31, Today: Einlian rolled 100 using 1d100.  Bend Bars.
22:31, Today: Einlian rolled 55 using 1d100.  Bend Bars.
22:31, Today: Einlian rolled 28 using 1d100.  Bend Bars.

Daniv shuffles through some of the debris and comes up with the key that had fallen off the hook in the crash.  The key easily frees all the surviving slaves in the hold.

Jory had given up after several fruitless attempts to give himself, but then, fortunately, Daniv found the keys and he was freed.

"Thank you Daniv! Let's get out of this hell hole. But I'm trying to find a weapon first."

Jory looks at all the larger pieces of wood in the slave hold to see if one of them can be used as a kind of club (weapon).

"Thanks much" Lam happily stated as his shackles were unlocked. He rubbed at the bruised spots where the metal had rubbed. He grit his teeth when he discovered that some skin had been torn away. He looked up at the hole at the ship's bow.

"Better not be any more pirates around" he muttered. Leaning over, he picked up a stiff piece of cot wood, the perfect length for a club. He stood. Lam's legs were weakened from days down, but he was sure that they would be back to strength soon. He swung the makeshift club.

"No pirates" he repeated to himself.

There are several pieces of wood that have the size to be clubs but would be slightly difficult to handle.  (-1 to hit)

A captive woman who had kept quiet during the days at sea rubs her wrists and gives thanks for her freedom.  "By the gods, I feared that there would be no release.  My father is a wwalthy merchant.  If you can get me home, I'm sure my father will reward you."

Jory picks up one of the woodpieces to use as a makeshift club.
He answers the woman: "You're welcome to stay with us. I'm not sure if we can find a ship to get you back to your island. The only thing I'm thinking about right now is survival. We can't assume that this island is safe for us. We had better be able to defend ourselves. Yes, even you, madam, should try to help in an emergency! Secondly, we need food and water. I suggest we look on deck if there's any food and water of the pirates left.

Einlian is just as thrilled as the rest to be freed from his bindings. He notices people grabbing up clubs and does the same. He gives the club a few swings as Jory outlines the need for food and water. As if the words brought it to being his stomach suddenly rumbled powerfully as he remembered he had not eaten in some time, " Food and water. On it. " With that he looked about to see if they were luck enough to still have stairs leading above deck and if not to see if he could find a way to climb up.

The slave hold runs about two-thirds of the length of the galley, from the bow to about one-third of the way to the stern. One hatch leads to the deck. When tried, the hatch is immovable.  Something heavy must be on it.  The only other exit is the huge hole torn open at the bow.  Cold wind and rain are coming through the gaping hole.

Tath gratefully accepts the keys and unlocks his manacles, "Thanks Daniv."

Following suit along with the others Tath searches for a suitable club or a decent section of chain to use as a weapon.

Rebeccah hugs the man that unlocks her manacles.  "I'm so happy I could almost cry.  I would rather die out there than stay chained to whatever fate awaited me as a slave.  I shudder to think of the horrid things I would have to endure."  She shivered as a gust of frigid air blew through the hold.  "I hope there is shelter near by.  I don't want to spend another second in this prison."

He accepts the hug with a bit of hesitancy.  Right now, shelter and fresh water are the least of our worries.  Keeping water it is a bigger concern.  So is warmth and food.  He looks around the remains of the hold.
If we find some of the bowls or buckets they used to brings us that nasty gruel, we can use those to catch rainwater.  He reaches up to tug on his ragged shirt.  If we can find more of these, we can use them to stay warm, or we huddle together.  I think our best bet is to stay here until this storm blows over.  Maybe a couple of you bigger guys could try to break that door open so we can see if there are any supplies we can use.
Still holding his manacles, he grips the end of the chain and gives the manacle end a whirl.  He would prefer a dagger or a knife, but, in a pinch, it could be used as a makeshift flail.

Looking about Tath heads for the stairs up on deck, "Most of that plan is sound Deniv, but I wouldn't advise staying on the ship longer than we have to. If the storm gets worse or the tide rises the ship may be dragged back out to sea or be smashed against the rocks."

Deniv looks thoughtful for a moment.  You have a point.  But, going out in that storm, you have a good chance of getting lost, getting washed out to sea, or just getting hurt or killed.  Visibility isn't good out there right now.  Or best bet is to stick close to each other and use what shelter we have until we can't any more.  We can take it to a vote if you want.

Jory had listened t the conversation and now added:
"I agree with Daniv, though I'm not worried about visibility so much, as about the cold. If you're wet and cold in a storm, you risk being cooled so quickly that your body can't keep up. You'll die within an hour. So best wait till the storm abates and it becomes dry again."

Sal looks at the ones discussing whether to stay or to go. On the one hand, it was the only place that they knew of that they could have shelter from the storm, and yet the storm might take the ship away from its perch on the shore. it was pretty much a tossup, as far as sal was concerned, which meant the gambler didn't have fear. Before we decide one way or other, we should at least take a look outside the ship. Get a better look at how damaged the ship is, and what potential cover there might be on the shore. Then decide. He shrugs, still rubbing his wrists to try and get the feeling back into them. He, too had kept hold of his chain for a weapon, preferring it to the makeshift clubs to be found. he gets up and walks over to the hole torn in the bow, peering up to see if it was possible for him to climb up to get to the deck.

Daniv looks around the hold but doesn't find any kind of bucket or other receptacle.  When the storm hit, they stopped bringing food down.  The only thing to be found here is wood and chains.

The chains are usable as weapons, but barely so.  (-4 to hit, 1d3 damage)

Sal takes a look through the gaping hole and sees the half-orc Halfric that had been the cruel pirate in charge of the slaves.  He is walking up back and forth along the beach, singing and staggering in drunken fashion.  He does have a nice cloak and boots, but he's armored in studded leather and carrying a broadsword.  There's no way of exiting without being seen.

It appears that the deck is reachable with a small amount of climbing.  It wouldn't be difficult but not particularly dangerous.

Jory stays in the hold and looks for a rope between the debris on the ground.
He also looks outside to see if it is still raining.
"If everything is wet outside, I suggest you use a rope to climb on deck, as the wood of the ship might be slippery" he says to Sal.

No rope.  Still raining.

Jory gets a bit frustrated as he feels hungry and helpless here in this awful slave hold.
He says: "there's no rope, but perhaps you can use the chains if you sling them around something on the deck."

Deniv moves to the gaping hole, feeling the blowing rain begin to dampen his ragged clothing.  Looking out, he sees the drunken pirate, gripping his chain tighter.
One of the pirates is out there, on the beach.  Several of us could go out and attack him.  Or we could lure him in here.  He may have things we can use to survive.  Plus, I admit, that a little revenge sounds good.

Tath looks around, "I'm going to try and climb up on deck and see what I can find. If I make it I'll see about finding a rope to lower down. If by some chance that pirate sees me and heads this way you can ambush him then"

Tath then slowly begins his climb, checking his footing and grip as he goes.

In reply to Man in Black (msg # 51):

Sal curses quietly when he sees halfric pacing up and down the shore, and that there was a path he could climb up but it was still raining and thus very slippery. Any thoughts of stealth were washed away by the storm. He backs away from the hole to say something about the pirate, but the others as joined him in looking out. He was going to suggest that he climb up(putting it as an offer because his health was no longer just his health, he was part of the team now) but then tath started to climb. He shrugs, his decision made for him, and begins to follow tath. There might be more pirates up top, he couldn't let him go alone.

Standing near the gaping hole with the chain and manacles in hand, the lad wishes that he had a knife or a dirk instead.  Working in the kitchen of his father's tavern allowed him to rather familiar with the use of a short blade.
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Tath reaches up to try and pull himself up the side of the boat, but his fingers slip.  He falls back into the hold.
02:16, Today: Man in Black, on behalf of Tath, rolled 74 using 1d100 ((74)).


Halfric stops his singing when he sees Tath trying to climb up the boat.  "Oh, ho!  Shurvivorsh!  Yeh better get back in 'fore I haff to make you.  Put yer chains back on if'n you know wha's good fer yeh!"

Melisana scrambles to the back of the hold in fear.  "Quick, someone kill that pirate!"

Jory waits for the pirate to enter the hold and says loudly: "You're dead if you think you can fight us all. Now do the smart thing, put your weapons, your armor and your clothes on the ground and start swimming to the next island. For we are free and if you come near us, we'll kill you."

"Mouthy slave!"  The half-orc grins, showing off orcish fangs.  "I'll rip yer tongue out and still profit off yer carcass!"  He draws his sword and staggers towards the ship.  His staggering gait and the knee-high water slows down the pirate as he approaches the ship.

(There is enough room for three people to stand abreast and reach Halfric at the hole.  It's group initiative so everyone post an action.)


04:25, Today: Man in Black, for the NPC heroes, rolled 2 using 1d6.  initiative.
04:24, Today: Man in Black, for the NPC Halfric, rolled 6 using 1d6.  initiative.

Jory was holding the makeshift club and nothing else, he lifted it high so that it was level with his head and he bent his knees a little, so that he could evade the pirate's sword by jumping aside. He was glad now that he had been practicing with a club in the past. The piece of wood he was holding was not a perfect club, but it would do nonetheless.
He was standing to the left as he waited for the pirate to enter the hold. As soon as the pirate entered and came in reach, Jory started to swing his club and to move quickly back and forth on his feet, in order to evade the pirate's sword swings.

20:42, Today: Jory Longarm rolled 5 using 1d6.  damage.
20:42, Today: Jory Longarm rolled 15 using 1d20-1.  attack roll with makeshift club.
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Deniv stands to the right of the opening, holding the manacles nervously in hand.  He looks to Jory, ready to swing his makeshift weapon at the half-orc pirate as soon as he aeea him enter.
He has been on the losinng end of a couple of fistfights in his life, but this is something new to him.

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12:26, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 3 using 1d3.  Damage.

12:25, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 6 using 1d20-3.  To hit pirate.

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Lam noticed that there was room for one more person at the width of the hole in the bow. He rushed forward, as much as he could with his weakened legs, and waited for the foul slaver to reach the group. As soon as he could, he swung the ersatz club.

[17:11, Today: Lam Durus rolled 10 using 1d20-1 ((11)).

I'm guessing that's a miss.]

Lam grunted, disappointed that he did not hit. He knew that the half-orc would be attacking at any moment. The farmer said a quick prayer that he would once again see his loved ones.

Einlain's grip on his club tightened, but as the others rushed into the breech he noticed there was not room for a fourth. As such he moved as close to the fighting as needed to be able to jump in should the three men not be able to take down the pirate. Hopefully that was not the case, however.

Jory gets a good hit on the half-orc, staggering him with the blow.

Lam and Daniv both have trouble hitting the orc with their unwieldy weapons.

(Round 2, New actions!)

Jory was getting into the fight, the tension of it making him very energetic, adrenaline surged through his veins as his first series of attacks had one good hit at the pirate. Jory continued his feet movements while trying to get in another blow to the staggered pirate, by swinging at his right side.


12:44, Today: Jory Longarm rolled 5 using 1d6.  damage.
12:44, Today: Jory Longarm rolled 12 using 1d20-1.  attack with makeshift club (-1 for makeshift included).

Rebeccah was no fighter, had never even thought of being one, but she couldn't just stand there and do nothing.  She picks up small chunks of wood and throws them at the pirate.  "Take that, you smelly oaf!"

Lam was beginning to anger. He had been torn from his family and now rests in a broken ship on an unknown island. The orc must pay.

[09:52, Today: Lam Durus rolled 1 using 1d6.

09:52, Today: Lam Durus rolled 14 using 1d20-1.]

Although performing better, the swing did not do as Lam desired. He concentrated and prepared for his next attempt.

Deniv tries another swing, but loses his balance and he staggers backwards.  He gives out a cry as a broken piece of the ships hull stabs into him.

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12:16, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled 3 using 1d3.
11:52, Today: Daniv Jensen rolled -1 using 1d20-3.  Attack pirate.

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The former slaves swing their improvised weapons at their former oppressor.  As drunk as he is, they still find it hard to get any kind of good hit on him.  Though staggering still, the pirate knows how to use his sword.  With an expert slash, Jory goes down.  (-1 hp)

(Next round!)

Seeing the farmer go down Einlian jumps into action with a angry shout, " Raah! " Forgoing his club, the young man attempts to grab the pirate and drag him down.

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Move into Jory's spot.
Attempt Overbearing on the pirate.
04:14, Today: Einlian rolled 18 using 1d20.  Overbearing Attack Roll.

Lam's intent on dispatching the half-orc once again was for naught.

[15:32, Today: Lam Durus rolled 2 using 1d20-1 ((3)).]

The hunk of wood swooshed past the oppressor as Lam grunted disappointment. With the falling of a fellow abductee, would he be next? The farmer's determination increased. Lam grit his teeth as he prepared for another strike.

Hurting more than he ever has, Deniv drags himself to his feet, feeling the piece of the hull pulling free.  He moves to where Jory has fallen and tries to drag his injured friend to safety.

Tath sees on of the others go down to the pirates blade, grabbing the length of chain he had he moves up to help the others.

Halfric swings at Einlian as he throws himself forward for a tackle.  He hits the half-orc in the midsection, staggering him.  Einlian slips down and is able to grab the his legs.

(Free shots on the pirate!)

Though he himself is hurt, Deniv focuses upon trying to stop Jory's bleeding by tearing the young farmer' s shirt and wadding it up to apply direct pressure.

With Einlain staggering the pirate an holding his legs, Tath joins in and attempts to tackle the pirate, hoping they can get the pirate down so he can't get a good swing at them.


08:18, Today: Tath rolled 13 using 1d20.  Tackle.

The chaos was increasing. Would the half-orc pirate ever be dispatched? Lam tried to club the foe once again. Unfortunately, the farmer's success was not to be had. What sort of blessing did this fiendish slaver have upon him?

[20:47, Today: Lam Durus rolled 8 using 1d20-1 ((9)).]

(When going weaponless, declare Pummel, Grapple, or Overbear (tackle.)  The process is significantly different from normal melee.  There are a lot of modifiers involved, so it is easier if I handle it.  If it is important for you to make your own rolls, give me 1d100 to hit and 1d100 for damage.  Just know that your opponent gets an attack on you if he is armed.)

Daniv tries to save the life of Jory, but blood loss and shock prove too much to overcome.

Lam swings several times at the pirate, but even tangled up he is able to parry away anything dangerous.

Tath dives underneath Halfric's swinging sword to tackle him.  The half-orc goes to his knees.  He then slumps over unconscious.

Jory Ranglore lay on the beach as he woke up. He coughed repeatedly, until all water was out of his lungs. Slowly he regained consciousness and became aware of the freezing cold. It was still raining, so he had to get to some place with shelter against the water from above. He stood up and looked around for a cave, a hut or something else to provide shelter. He saw the damaged pirate ship, where he had been imprisoned for so long as a slave. He would go back to the ship, to look for other survivors, especially slaves like him. But first he looked around for some kind of makeshift weapon. After all, there could still be pirates around.

He had been rowing at the oars, when a large wave threw him overboard. He tried to swim to the shore and then he must have passed out. Luckily the sea had thrown him onto the beach and he had regained consciousness.

OOC: perception check to find makeshift weapon?

Unable to help his friend, Deniv sits on the deck near the lifeless body.  His shoulders shake in silent sobs as tears stream down his cheeks.  Slowly, he stands up and turns to face where the others have downed the half-orc pirate.
Slowly he walks over, leaning down to pick up the dropped sword.  The blade is chipped with use, but well-maintained and sharp.  He swings it slowly a couple of times, testing its heft before finally taking it in a two-handed, back hand grip.    Je moves to stand over the half-orc's head. With a shout, he drives it down....
The tip of the blade thuds into the wood of the deck next to the pirate's head.  Strip him of everything, even clothes.
He pulls the sword from the wood, dropping it as he walks past.  Shackle him like we were, but both wrists AND ankles.  He grimaces as the pain of his own wound overcomes his flagging anger and grief.  Sinking to his knees, he strips off his shirt and begins to try to tend to his own injury.

Einlian wondered how a man at least a year younger than him became the leader of their group. Then again it wasn't as if he was stepping up ad taking charge. So he began stripping the half orc of his belongings. He wasn't sure which of them the armor would fit but at the moment he was more worried about the orc waking up mid way through the process and strangling him to death. The boy worked as quickly as he could. He tossed everything taken from the orc into a pile off to the side before looking around for a pair of shackles one he had finished the first part of the task set to him, " We just gonna leave him bound like this? Cause he'll starve for sure ... or maybe die of thirst first I guess. " He did not care much for the orc but he figured even a quick death would be better than a slow one.

Whether or not he has found a makeshift weapon on the beach,
Jory Ranglore runs to the ship and enters through the large hole at the bow of the ship.
He's shocked by the sight of a dead slave and a weeping Daniv beside him.
He looks better and sees that the dead slave is Jory Longarm, who was from the same island!
Jory utters a soft cry and says: "what a loss! Did he die in a fight against the pirate? Are there more pirates around?"

Jory finds nothing that looks useful until he gets to the ship.  There are pieces of wood that could be used as clubs.

The pirate has a broadsword, studded leather armor, boots for a large man, and a cloak.

Tath looks around as the newcomers climbs through the hole, relieved that its not another pirate.

Picking up the cloak he hands it to Rebeccah, "It probably smells horrible, but it will keep you warm."

Rebeccah was saying a little prayer over Jory when Tath handed her the cloak.  She smiled weakly in return.  "Thank you.  If I wasn't so cold, I would give a polite refusal first before accepting."  In truth, she felt a little guilty for taking it, but it was too cold to refuse.  "What should we do with poor Jory?  He died bravely.  It feels wrong to just leave him."

Jory Ranglore picks up a piece of wood, a makeshift club. "Jory was a man of nature, he wanted to be a druid, he told me. So let his body be taken by the sea again, so that it can be recycled by nature and it becomes part of the cycle of life again. So what I suggest is, let's carry him outside and leave him in the water of the sea.

But then we need to look for shelter. Man, I'm freezing cold, I've been in the sea very long"
Jory Ranglore takes off his wet shirt and starts to rub his torso and limbs to get some feeling back in them.

Melisana looks a little miffed.  "Maybe someone should try and get on to the deck of the ship and see if there are any supplies to be found before we die out here."

Deniv sits quietly, not even acknowledging the new arrival, as he binds his own wound with some of the dirty cloth left over from his deceased friend's shirt.  Stripes, both newly healed and old scars, criss-cross his back.  They are too broad and shallow to be from the pirates' lash.  He looks slowly up at the newcomer.  The man looks vaguely familiar.
Who are you?

Shivering badly, Jory said: "I am a hunter from Highport, Jory Ranglore, I was here until they took me up to the deck to row."

Interesting, he says mechanically.  My friend, there, was called Jory Longarm.

"He was a good man", Jory answered.
Jory noticed that nobody seemed to care about the fact that he was literally dying from the cold.
In fact, Jory had been rubbing his own body, to get it dry and stop the shivering.
He saw only one option to get warm again: the leather armor that the pirate had been wearing.
The leather armor lay to the side, so he went over and tried to put on the armor, while his hands were almost numb, to wear the armor over his bare chest.
He kept rubbing his limbs after that.
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Deniv stands up, his skin slickened by the rain when he tried to fight the pirate by the hole in the hull.  It finally gets to him and he shivers.  We don't have much in the way of clothing to keep warm.  We need to build a fire, but that is a very bad idea in here.  He looks around.  Still, I don't see much choice.
He walks over to the girl, Rebeccah.  Hi.  I'm Deniv.  What's your name?  He waits for her response before continuing.  Can you collect some of these pieces of wood?  We need two sizes.  Some no thicker than your thumb, and other, larger pieces for a longer burn.  Can you do that?  Get someone to help you.
He looks over at New Jory, Lam, and Einlan.  Search the pirates's belongings.  See if you can find a tinderbox.  If not, we'll need his sword, a rock, preferably flint or a crystal, and something that will burn fast and hot.
He turns to whom ever is left.  I need help bringing in some rocks.  We're foing to get wet and cold, but we need to build a fireplace.   Wet rocks will work, but we will need a lot of them.
Injured, but having a purpose, Deniv steps out into the rain to begin bringing any rocks he can find to use as a heatshield on the deck of the ruined ship.  He grimaces and winces as he works, but he knows they have little choice but to put some effort in if they are to survive.  He is no Ranger, but living and working in a tavern has taught him a few things, especially a tavern built on an island subject to heavy storms such as hurricanes.
Suddenly, he stops.  Gioing back inside, he looks at the body of his friend.  I'm so sorry.  I did my best, he says sadly.  Leaning down, he removes the rest of the ragged clothing from the body, then begins to drag to corpse out of the broken hull towards the stormy sea.  You were a good friend.  And brave.  If I were religious, I would do this more properly.  Might even know the right words to say.  When I see your parents again, I will tell them you died bravely.
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"I'm Rebeccah," comes her reply.  "I'll see what I can find."  She gathers up what wood she can find in and around the ship and makes a pile inside.

Rebeccah is able to recover plenty of wood, most of it is too soaked to be of any use.  There is no tinder, flint, or other supplies to be found.  A fire isn't looking likely to happen, especially with the wind blowing directly into the hole in the ship.

Jory Ranglore helps Daniv to carry the body of his friend to the sea.
Then he tries to climb onto the deck to see if there's anything there to eat, drink or to protect ourselves against the weather.

Jory scrambles up the side and on to the main deck.

Jory looks around on deck to see if there are any provisions, or dangerous pirates, or anything else of interest to him
and to the other surviving slaves.

Deniv comes back in with a couple of wet rocks that he sets down near the opposite side of the hull from the gaping hole.  Looking around, another thought comes to him.  He grabs the pants he had removed from his dead friend and ties the cuffs at the ends of the legs closed.  A bit of help would be nice, he says through chattering teeth.
Going back outside, he begins to fill the pants with wet sand, which he drags in to dump on the deck to make his firepit.

This galley is a typical Korinn Archipelago galley. It is about 60 feet long, with 10 two-man oar benches down each side. Obviously, it carries a rowing complement of 40 men plus a captain and a steersman. The galley has (had, rather) a single mast.  The sail was furled when the squall hit, and the mast snapped to come crashing down on deck mere minutes before the ship ran aground.

The galley had no forecastle or sterncastle.  Two hatches open into the holds; the forward hatch, now covered by the fallen mast, opens into the forward hold (where the slaves were chained) and the aft hatch opens into a small aft hold.

Down in the aft hold...

This hold is in no better shape than the forward hold. The collision with the boulders to starboard tore open a huge part of the galley's hull here, and the bottom of the hold is swamped in sea-water. This hold is still partly in the water.

There's not much to be found here; specifically, the following items:
Four broken barrels which have spilled wine and ale everywhere;
Dozens of sacks of grain, soaked with wine, ale, seawater, and rainwater, all useless;
Fifty quarrels ;
A heavy crossbow;
A chest. In the chest, undamaged, are the captain's log; navigational charts, and a book.

Jory carefully descends into the aft hold.
He picks up the heavy crossbow and fifty quarrels.
He gets up to the deck, again careful to prevent slipping on the wet floor.
He returns to the bow, where he asks one of the others and lowers the crossbow and quarrels to him, while he stays on the deck.
He then prepares to go back to the aft hold.

Tired from lugging wet sand and rock intonthe shipnfrom outside, Deniv takes a seat near Rebeccah to rest a bit.  He is shivering and soaked, but there is nothing he can do about that right now.
Thanks for gathering the wood, he says to her.  He rubs his hands upon his upper arms to slough off water and create heat from friction.  Some of it's wet, but it's covered in pitch to keep the water out.  If we can get a fire started, it will burn.
He falls silent for a few moments as he continues to rub his arms.  The sand and the rick should protect the deck from burning and reflect some heat up.  A couple of the stones look like they might make some good sparks if we strike them on that sword.  If we just had some tinder....  He trails off.
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Receccah rocked back and forth trying to keep warm.  "I don't know about the kindling.  I might be able to start a fire if someone gave me a torch.  If I had magic, I could light that in an instant.  I've seen wizards do it."  She stopped herself from rambling and embarrassing herself further.  She felt useless enough as it was without acting crazy on top of it.

Tath hears Jory's call and gathers the crossbow and quarrels he hands down, "You need any help up there?" As he stacks the weapon and ammo to the side in a safe location "How much of that sail can be salvaged Jory? We might be able to use it to makes some makeshift clothing or to drape over the hole and block some wind and rain."

Jory answered: "The sail is still whole, because it was furled when the storm came. So come on up on deck, then we can take it down together."
Jory lies down on the deck and stretches his hands down to help Tath climb up too.

You're more capable than you know.  They haven't broken you yet.  He indicates the slaves who are huddled together, cowering, like they are still shackled, and unable to look up at those who are walking about freely.  Their will has been... splintered.  They....
He stops what he is saying as something dawns upon him.  Splinters.  Wood dust.  Why didn't I think of it before....  He turns to Rebeccah.  Come with me.  I could use your help.
He stands up and walks over to pick up the pirate's sword then moves towards the hull where he had been shackled.  Suddenly he stops near Tath at the opening and sees the crossbow and bolts.  He holds up the sword.  You will need this.  Meanwhile, I have a use for a couple of these.  Once he hands over the sword, he grabs three of the crossbow bolts.

Tath reached up and grabbed Jory's hand and began pulling himself up. Avoiding the jgged edges of the wood as best he could.

Take the sword so you can cut the ropes of the sails.  And cut some lengths of rope, too.  He holds out the sword until someone takes it.

After helping Tath up, Jory accepts the sword from Daniv.
Together with Tath, he sets to cut the ropes of the sail and getting it down.

Leading the way to the hull near where he had been shackled, Deniv stops at one of the places where the shackles had been broken from the wall.  Hold your hands below the hole, to catch the dust and splinters, he says.
He then uses the broadhead of the bolt to dig into the hole, scraping dust and tiny bits of wood free.  The pitchbused to make the wood waterproof is flammable.  If we can get a spark to some of this, we can get a flame.  Then we can get a fire lit.

Rebeccah gets up quickly and moves close to help Daniv.  "Absolutely.  Anything I can do to help."  She holds her hands out to see what she can catch.

The sail isn't as recoverable as previously thought.  When the mast came down, it pinned a good portion of the sail under it.  Pieces of canvas can be cut free, but nothing big enough to make a cloak or blanket alone.  The rope is in similar condition, but there are a few useful pieces.  Someone with the proper skills could make them into something more useful.

Daniv scrapes out pieces of wood and dust, but gusts of icy wind conspire against him.  Much of what collects in Rebeccah's hand gets blown out.  The large hole in the ship is doing little to keep out the driving rain as well.  Those not actively working on something are starting to shiver badly.

The cold wind ruffles her thin dress even at the back of the hold.  She shivers even as she hops up and down to try and generate some heat.  "We need to go find some shelter.  The remains of this ship is not going to be enough."

Our prospects out there, unprotected in the dark, aren't any better, Deniv says glumly.  If we can survive until the storm abates, we might stand a chance.
Using the key, he makes sure the shackles of everyone left in the hold, exceptn the half-orc pirate are unlocked.  Everyone!  Gather in close!  We have to keep each other warm!  It's the only way!
He turns towards where the piratw had been stripped of clothing and gear, grabbing the wet cloak.  He wrings it out as he walks to where the others are huddling together.  He makes sure that the smaller people are on the inside of the huddle as he sirects the former prisoners together.    He sits on the outside himself, his back towards the cold, making sure that Rebeccah has a space on the inside.  Draping the cloak over the outside group towards the hole in the hull, with himself in the middle, he uses it to protect them from wind and rain as much as possible.
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(It's dark from the storm.  It's still day, though.)

Jory gets a few pieces of rope from the deck, hoping that he or some other ex-slave will be able to reconstruct a rope from the pieces.
He then goes to the aft hold, and tries to get the chest with the map etc. on to the deck and carries it to the bow, where he lowers it down to the ground. He then lowers himself down and carries the chest into the slave hold.

OOC: Jory has rope use as NWP, can he restore a rope from the pieces?
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(Yes, given a little bit of time, he can tie some knots and have a somewhat reliable rope.  )

New Jory brings a chest into the hold to share with the others.

While the storm rages, Jory ties some knots and constructs a rope.
He gets the captain's log out of the chest and hides it under the studded leather armor, that he's wearing.
When the rope is finished, he carries it in loops 'diagonally': over one shoulder and across his chest.

He approaches the wrecked ship and all of the motion. "Hello, the ship, permission to approach and enter." while moving to the ship,he kept scouting through the wreckage for any things of use.

A huge wave hits the other side of the ship, causing it to shudder.  Some of the sand holding up the ship draws away, and the ship tilts a little further towards the sea.

Jory is frightened by the shudder of the ship. He calls out: "We have to leave now! Grab what you can and get to the beach".
He grabs the things (broadsword, crossbow, remaining bolts, navigational charts, book) and jumps onto the beach himself and greets Gunnar: "Welcome, we're good folks. Do you come in peace? Will you help us?
Then, help the others get out of the ship!"

Melisana doesn't need to be told.  She's already out on the beach suffering the cold rain.

Kerkrin waits on the wet sand.  If the cold, wet conditions bother him, he doesn't show it.  Just wordlessly grunts, muttering under his breath.  He stands as tall as he can, resolute in the face of adversity.

If he sees any needing assistance out of the boat, he moves quickly to their aid.
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Gunnar enters the ship grabbing whatever looks salvageable as he tries to usher those still not moving and onto the beach."Get a move on this place is not safe as you can feel the waves are starting to take the wreck back out to sea. So unless you can survive underwater get whatever is of use and get on the beach. Chains, nails, sails, anything which we might be able to use later intact food or water barrels."

Gunnar grabs what appears to be the empty chest and tosses in anything else he see which might be of any use to him.

Looking quickly for chains, nails, wooden pegs, pieces of sail or other fabrics, any small storage containers whether items inside are good or not.

Rebeccah scurries out of the ship.  The splash of cold sea water on her feet makes her shiver as she walks on to the sand.  She was glad for the comfort of the cloak, but felt guilty while watching everyone else shiver in the rain.

Grasping the three bolts, Deniv curses under his breath.  Let's go, everyone!  Will have to find something on shore!
He heads out the hole in the hull and further ashore.

Tath grabbed up his section of chain along with what little canvas they had salvaged and head out onto the beach, "Was only a matter of time." Looking toward the cliffs and toward higher ground he scanned the area for any type of shelter.

Jory is glad that the others exited the ship of their own.
He asks: "I think the crossbow and the bolts are a powerful weapon, to be used well against enemies or as a hunting aid. So please don't burn them. But I ask: who would like to have the crossbow? Who can shoot it well? I'll fight with the broadsword."

Jory walks further toward the cliffs and tries to detect a cave or some covered corner where they can find shelter against the storm.

Deniv holds up the three crossbow bolts he had taken.  I'm going to use these to make knives for cutting, skinning, or whatever else we need.  The rest of the shaft can be use for whatever else.
He has the woolen cloak draped over his arm.  Maybe we can use that sailcloth that you recovered, the rope, and some wood to improvise shelter.  Maybe over by the cliffs so at least one wall is made for us.

The dwarf looks to the man with his arms full.  "I ken carry the bow." he says, walking towards the halfelf, his gait is a little rough.  "Doan know how well I ken shoot it 'til I try."

He looks to the listing ship.  "The boy be right.  We should make to move inland, that ship'll draw tha wrong kinda attention when when the storm clears."  He cocks and loads the weapon.  "And I ain't in the mood fer company."
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Gunnar exits from the hold with his acquired gear and anything else he could find quickly.

"We should move away and inland, if anything remains after the storm we can reexamine what remains. Now it would b a death trap to remain for to long inside or here on the beach unprotected. We might consider taking the pirate who survived as a labor source to help build a structure or other manual labor we might find that needs to be done."

And how do we control him?  Deniv leave that hanging in the air, awaiting an answer.  He then tosses the key into the sand at Gunnar's.  If you want to free him, so be it.  But he is trained in combat, unlike any of us.  That would make us easy picking for him.  One at a time, several of us, does not matter.  He already killed my friend.  I say leave him to his fate.

Kerkrin turns on Gunnar. "Yah left him alive?  and now yah want ta make him yer...  slave!" He practically slurs the last word.  His hand quivers on the end of his outstretched arm pointing at the ship.  "Makes yah none better than a damn pirate!"

Jory says, while still viewing the rocks or cliffs which border on the beach, to the others:
"I agree with Daniv. The pirate can't be saved, he must remain here. If we do well and have more than enough food in the coming days, and supposing he's still here on the beach, then we can feed him and keep him alive. Otherwise, he's just one more victim of the storm which marooned us here.
I'm going to give the crossbow to Kerkrin, as he seems to be able to handle it.
Kerkring, here's our gift to you, have it and use it wisely"

As evil as that half-orc pirate was, she still felt guilty about leaving him to die.  Still, she couldn't find the words to try and change anyone's mind about it.  She rationalized it in her mind, telling herself that there was no way they could survive while dragging him along.  It still didn't make her feel any better about it.

As long as Jory doesn't spot any caves or sheltered places, he'll continue walking up to the cliffs and search for cover.

Deniv turns to Rebeccah, holding the wet cloak out to her.  Here.  It's wet, but it's wool. It will keep you warm even wet.  He then walks ahead a little bit, as if lost in his own world.  She can see the scars striped across his back, some criss-crossing, as if he has been under the lash several times, but they are wide.  Some are still the angry pink of recent healing.
As he walks, he uses the head of a crossbow bolt to cut the remains of his shirt into strips.  One of the strips is used to tie two of the bolts together and sling them over his left shoulder, points down.  He then breaks the shaft of the third so that their is a bit more than the width of his hand attached to the broadhead.  The rest of the shaft gets wrapped loosely in strips, then tucked under his arm as he wraps a strip of cloth around his make-shift knife to give it some thickness for a better grip.  Wringing water from the cloth, he wrings it so it is tight around the shaft before tying it off.  Leather would work better, especially since it would shrink as it dries, but resources are limited.
He drops back, holding out the make-shift weapon to her.  Would you like one?  Incase you need to protect yourself?

Getting to the top of the cliffs is work, but not particularly dangerous.  There are just enough ledges sticking out that one can almost walk up the cliff.  At the top of the cliff, nearly the whole island is laid out in view.  The rain coming in thick across the island reduces visibility to a few hundred feet.  The highest and most forbidding hills are westward, running the entire length of the island from North to South.  Northward is broken terrain, passable but not easy going, while eastward the terrain seems to flatten out a little bit. However, since it's still hilly and broken even in that direction, nobody can see any sign of shelter or a human community in any direction.

There's not much green to be seen, except for some common, practically indestructible scrub growth, the island seems to be totally lifeless.

Tath looked around at what little he could see, "Well ladies and gents not much to look at huh. Anyone got preference on direction?"

Deniv glances back to see if the hulk of the ship is still there, or if it has washed back out to sea.
Not a lot to work with.  We can fashion slings out of cloth and hunt birds that way.  We can make stone tools, make shelter.  He pauses, looking once again back to the beach.  If it doesn't get washed away, we can take the ship apart to use the wood.

In reply to Daniv Jensen (msg # 142):

Standing atop the cliff, shivering from the drenching he received combined with the days mental exhaustion Man, not much here.  True, we need to keep moving and find shelter and eastward looks favorable to walk but northward probably has caves or areas of cover seeing how broken up it is. turns to Daniv Daniv, if the ship is still there tomorrow we do need to get as much out of it as we can, deck boards, mastheads, railings and so forth that can help us survive here.