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Old 08-04-2018, 06:47 PM
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Sayyida can do nothing. She can only watch and witness what happens. She can only remember. And when the time comes, she hopes, avenge. So she does not turn her face or close her eyes.

There was no reason to be so sadistic. Sayyida couldn't understand why these pirates or their employers should fear them so much to go to such lengths to beat their spirit into submission. To shatter their will until they simply huddled in the freezing cold and abandoned all hope and desire to fight, to free themselves. But this would not work with any of them. She could tell just by the sound of her own breathing.

They could take all her fingers and toes and then her tongue if they wanted. She wouldn't kneel. So she watched them torture another soul and threaten to end her life simply to kill the song in all of them knowing full well none of them would stop singing until the breath no longer passed their lips.

She would remember this woman and what they did today. And if luck changed the wind and current in the days to come, she would exact a retribution.

 
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Old 08-04-2018, 08:37 PM
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RanaMuch of the commotion that was happening was beyond Rana's control, much like her cousin by her side. She could only flex her fingers and hope what she was plotting would work, after all it had worked on soldier's swords before, why not chains? It is not like some pirates would shackle nobles in mithral, they aren't likely being paid that well.

She lifts her head up so she can see what she is doing, she then grips the freezing chains, rather than the manacles clasped about her wrists. Just as the chill sets in, she focuses on conjuring mystical bolts, melee touch (x2)acid to her touch. She then closes her eyes to urge forth more arcane strikemagical power into her hands. Holding onto the same chain she infuses it with 2 instances of 7 acid damageacidic energy hoping some metal would give.

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Tatsuo & Rene's CellIf one could look hard enough beneath the dim light, he might catch the flicker of a frantic look in the otherwise unflappable Tatsuo. A helpless damsel is in trouble before them. His father's ways are embedded too strongly to do aught but help her. But how? ... And by some means, an answer to their prayers falls into their lap, er, hands.

Experimentally, Tatsuo flexes his freed hand in the gloom of his cell. The so called queen could be bluffing about opening her throat, but frankly he can't tell, nor is he willing to risk the girl's life over it.

He is going to have only one chance at this. Wriggling his fingers in the Spell has no verbal components.silent dark, the spy conjures an invisible force. He has to time this just right. His garbled voice shouts, "Hey, careful with that! You could slip ..." In that instant, as eyes turn to him and away from the threat, the force yanks the offending dagger If it works, it flies & clatters against the wall beside him.
If not, it just feels like someone pulled on her hand.
from her hand.

Staring intently at the mook beside the 'queen,' he rebukes indignantly, "If you are going to try to take her dagger, could you not be such a klutz and nearly get someone killed?" Turning contemptuously to the 'queen', he scoffs mockingly, "Then again, someone should care about getting their boss pissed over losing a prisoner. ... If the rest of you all don't mind losing out on more of your cut, go right ahead," appealing to the other pirates' greed to deescalate things. After he turns his head away from view in seeming contempt, the spy discretely lowers the gag with his free hand, veiling the move in the shadows. He will need his voice free, in case the crazy bitch tries to kill her again.

ActionsStandard: cast Pilfering Hand (somatic components only) to disarm flat-footed?unaware piratess' dagger
Dice Disarm CMB vs surprised CMD:
d20+8 (6)+8 Total = 14

Free: spin a yarn to blame someone else & distract attention
Dice Bluff:
d20+11 (5)+11 Total = 16

Move: stealthily lower gag
Dice Stealth:
d20+7sh20 (12)+7 Total = 19


(if piratess gets ready to stab girl with another weapon )
Immediate: cast Liberating Command on mystery girl - grants immediate escape artist check to escape with +8 competence bonus
-using Conceal Spell to hide, to notice technically, DC23 with +1 check bonusDC22 with highest of Sense Motive, Perception, or Spellcraft

 
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Anyway, if I could know whether the disarm works, I can tailor Tatsuo's response a little better.
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Raven's Den CellsThe pirate has her dagger throat when suddenly an invisible force tries to pull her weapon away. She clearly see that her shipmate has his two hands on the whip, that couldn't be the victim and certainly not Taever who is attached on the other side of the bars. Tatsuo lies just makes him Sense motive 26suspicious, it just make their host even more upset. The guards are quick to react, the bearded pirate who was already in front of Tatsuo's cell draw a pistol and aim it at him, Delay standardready to fire. Another pirate joins him and draws a light crossbow. - " Hey you, the refering to his Asian heritagehalf monkey! Are you going to shut up? You guys really want a beating today and you are going to get it!!! " The two other pirates wait in position, draw their pistols and are looking at their leader who looks major pissed right now and Delay move action, if someone screams or do something they will move toward that person.ready for anything.


 

 

 
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Tatsuo & Rene's CellThe spy hides his disappointment that his none of his artifice caught. Some mix between the cold and capture is making him sloppy. Keeping his wrists snugly in their restraints (secure or not) like a model prisoner, he offers an appeasing shrug (as much his limbs will allow) and keeps his voice in the same garbled tone. "Fine, you win. We're all convinced. She's the queen. Nothing we can do. I'll shut up," he
Dice Diplomacy:
d20+11 (15)+11 Total = 26
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René René knew when he was beat.

Sliding the wand into the sleeve of his spoiled garment, was a simple matter given the vertical nature of his arm.

What the hells was that?

René literally had no idea what had just transpired but it certainly agitated the guards.

Then the sea witch and her companions start drawing weapons. Lots of weapons.

Let’s all just take a deep breath and remember that we all want to live, and you all want lots of money. It’s mutually beneficial for everyone to just calm down…

René wasn’t a great speaker, but he knew how to make a deal – and hopefully they all saw the lives and gold on the line.
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Pacho found the heroism offsetting but it was nice to know his companions had a plan. Pacho was beginning to rethink his earlier assessment of the woman. Having a sacrifice ready was a brilliant idea but the woman escalated things too fast, he was beginning to think she was a little unhinged. A normal person wouldn't slice an innocents throat over a song, an uprising probably but not a song.

"As he said you win, if we pipe up again I will slice the woman myself" Pacho said a little more frantically than he would've liked as he cave to the adrenaline rushing his body.



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Korag narrowed his eyes. His fellow prisoners seemed to be up to something. He wasn't able to be much help, but he could provide a distraction. "You there! You, the boy with the crossbow! Do you even know how to use that, boy? Your grip's all wrong. Is using untrained children to guard us supposed to be some kind of insult?"


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The bastard watched as his simple diddy started to spiral things out of control. He was desperate and couldn't let her life be ended of his own hands. He went through his mind over all the things he knew of pirates and the ways of the sea. In one last desperate attempt for the wpmans life he called out passionately.

Wait! he called out. You claim to call yourselves seafolk so you must abide the code yes? In that case lets stop being cowards and picking on the helpless. If the song of my sea god bothers you so than lets see you back it up. I challenge you to a captains Duel! As tge code goes the victor gets the sooils in this case her life. You want to show us to stay in line than show us. Let your whip do the talking not that pretty mouth.


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Raven's Den CellsAs soon she gets the opportunity after this mysterious force tries to disarm her, she doesn't hesitate. The knife cut through the tender skin like butter, giving to Rita a second smile from ears to ears. A waterfall of blood falls from her neck, into her dress, this is an ugly sight. The light in her beautiful blue eyes slowly shut down, as her neck become loose and her body falls on the cold floor when her murderer release her. She doesn't have a smile or expression, there's nothing that transpires on the tan pirate face. Clearly, she is a psychopath. The mercenaries on their end take great pleasure at what happened with a smile on their face, clearly excited to see the blood of such a beautiful girl.

With the bloody knife in hand, the female pirate is looking right and left where there's no one, in a defensive position. - " STAY ON YOUR GUARD! There's someone invisible here, something tried to disarmed me! (Darakyan)" She ignores what the prisoners had to say, much more preoccupied with what happened. The man looks around with their weapons in hand, kicking and poking in the empty air. - " What? You sure? (Darakyan)"

The pirate with the crossbow grind and scrunched up her face at the dwarf comment. - " That's not what your dead friends had to say about that! " He quickly leaves the prince alone and begins searching for a supposed invisible attacker.

Their crazy leader investigates the cells one by one and stops in front of Tatsuo and René cells. Her face becomes twisted. - " This one is particularly noisy and arrogant with his lies, whip him until he passed out, do the same with the small one just to make sure. They could have found a way to cast. I want everybody on the floor gagged, no food and water until sunset. (Darakya) " She steps back and gives the keys to the bearded one. - " No rape or I castrate all of you myself... and leave the dead body here, that will make them think twice before playing stupid. Don't listen to them, you answer with the whip and keep four guards all day, they act like people who have a plan (Darakya). " The bearded pirate takes the key and nod. - " Yes, yes, don't worry. When is the captains meeting? " She kicks him in the leg. - " Shut up, some must speak our language, carry on! (Darakya) "

She ignores further threats and insults and leaves the room, leaving the party in the care of the four mercenaries. Who start doing what they been ordered too. The whipping derby is particularly painful to watch, proud they try to hold their screams as long they can, but every man has their limit and eventually René and Tatsuo both pass out. They make sure everybody is properly shackled and gagged on the floor, they discover that strangely one of Tatsuo limb was free. Any insults or treats is meet with the whip. Those men take pleasure in what they do and don't hesitate to enforce the silence with the scorpion whip, even taking bets on who will speak next and get punished.


At nightThe day was very long, they finally give them food at sunset. The women except Olesia are detached to eat and use the chamber pot. The men are spoon feed, only about four bites. Icy cold water is also provided. Tatsuo and René finally woke up, their back covered in blood with pieces of flesh about do detach and hanging. Strange enough, the party sees that both René and Tatsuo have the same tattoo on their back. It's a crude magic rune, freshly crafted. Sound likes it was branded with burning iron. The guards didn't go in the other room to feed someone, the place is probably empty. Finally, the cells block is a bit less tense, and the security is reduced to two mercenaries by nightfall, two of the guards went to change for warmer clothes and didn't come back yet. It's getting very cold in there again, barely over 0 degrees Celsius, just enough for them to survive. Rana, René, Tatsuo and Sayyida are beginning a pretty bad cough, their throats are very painful.

René is convinced that now is the best time to act, there are only two guards and with the kind of behavior displayed today from the crazy pirate witch and his new friends, he might not survive another day. The wizard manages to 4 charges, 2 per manacles.free up Tatsuo without attracting the attention of the two guards warming themselves near a brazier at the end of the corridor. What would be his next move? One of the two guards has the keys attached to his belt with a metallic chain.


 

 

 

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Despite the cold, Sayyida sweats. A fever begins to take her and she can barely swallow. Breathing heavily, she looks up at the guards warming themselves by a brazier. She can feel the heat of it as she languishes on the ground. It feels too hot for her skin even though she shivers. Pretending to cough and spit on the ground, Sayyida does the only thing she can think of, a last effort to try and free herself. Something that makes her stomach curl more then the fever and illness that begins to fester in her body. She sees the keys of her freedom dangling on the guard's belt.

Coughing again, Sayyida tempts the storm.

"Damn fever," she mumbles and thrashes some in her chains, the remnants of her clothing shifting until she exposes the majority of what it covers. She is somewhat tall for a woman. Her lines curve like the railings of a swift sloop. Her skin glows even more so under the effect of fever. She pretends to pass out, hanging in her chains, legs and arms sprawled and open.

Let them come. As the fever begins to build, Sayyida blearily plans to let them come for her and then strangle them with the chains that they have bound her up in. It is a desperate plan more full of danger than promise. She would not have done so earlier as she did not want to put her cousin in danger no matter what history their families may have had in the past. But its all she has to try. She doesn't expect to have the strength to hold them off by morning or try anything else for that matter.

 

 
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Raven's Den CellsThe pirates look at Sayyida who collapse and hanging by her shackles holding her hands. - " Shame... I like this one, she is hot. Ah man, I would just bang that right now, right here (Darakyan). " His brother is not as easily convinced. - " Yeah and you would lose your balls after by the boss. Anyway this one knows our ways, that could be a trap. (Darakyan) " An exchange follows between the two ugly men in Darakyan.
- " Not much she could do in those shackles, let me have a look. Already one pretty girl died today. "
- " That would be stupid, let's wait for the others to come back. "
- " Come on bro, cover me. Just call out for help if something goes wrong. "
He draws his pistol and keep watch, while the first man curious about Sayyida states investigate and unlock the cell. He moves in and carefully check if she is alive.

Meanwhile, that gives a pretty good distraction to René and Tatsuo who are up to something.


 

 

 

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René The woman’s blood spread through the cell leaking all over from her severed arteries like a stuck pig. She had been innocent, wholly, and sacrificed at the altar of pride. Pride of the men and women in this room who thought they could change their fates. They were all guilty of it, but not as guilty as the pirates.

René didn’t know if he’d ever live to ascend to any position of power, but if he ever does there will be a reckoning against their ilk – each one would hang from the gibbets or feed the crabs that live in the Camoryan reefs.

And then they came for him.

René had never known such treatment. When the ugly man approached with the whip the young man began to squirm as best he could to avoid the lashing, but it was all for naught, the reinforced leather landed on his back – and the Tiny Vicomte’s eyes went wide with pain and terror.

The hissing sound of the whip singing through the air cut through the darkness as easily as it did flesh.

CRACK.

POP.

SQUEESH.


The whip bit deeply into René’s milky white flesh over and over again.

It didn’t take long for the Tiny Vicomte to break, no longer able to suppress his screams his throat burned like fire as he coughed through the gag in his mouth. His blood soon coated the floor beneath him like a wet, sticky, warm red carpet. Tears and snot ran down the young man’s face intermingling with the light misting of blood splattered across it, making his face pink and wet.

René’s screams echoed through the stone chamber going from controlled to wet to a mixture of sobbing and chocking on his own fluids, but soon he became eerily quiet, though the sound of the whipping continued.

René was floating in the darkness.

Slowly the darkness turned into a beach. René was standing with his toes in the sand a book in his arms pressed against his small pale chest.

He could hear a snapping turtle off in the distance biting into something, something that sounded wet – a fresh fish or berries, perhaps?

His aunt was there, draped in dark brown and black furs her gnarled staff clenched firmly in her equally gnarled fist.

That’s odd, Almathea never comes to the beach.

Her black cloak and grey hair were billowing in the sea breeze.
She said something, but her voice echoed like a waterspout caught in a metal can.

She said it again, but it was muffled and so hard to hear, the boy leaned closer.

It finally seemed like the turtle was finished.

“You…will go free. You… must survive. You… must… … …awaken.”


Darkness took the beach, the boy, everything.

René awoke to a coughing fit. His throat hurt, it was burningly dry. His forehead coated in sweat. His arms sore, and his back felt so hot and so raw that the pirate scum could have warmed their hands on it like a fire. He was coated in his own fluids. Blood. Snot. Tears. Vomit.

Vomit? When did I vomit?

No time for such questions now. René needed to get out of here. They all needed to get out of here.

Is it still there?

By the outer gods it is.

René still had the wand – their salvation.

Looking at his cellmate who also seems to have managed to come back to consciousness, René gives him and icy look which could have frozen an efreet in place.

Stay Still. René whispers in their shared watery tongue.

Pointing the wand at the man, René releases his bonds, and hopes that the man doesn’t do anything to draw the guards attention.

René needed to get the other’s free, but he also couldn’t risk drawing their attention.

His own bonds were of little consequence, but the others needed to be free, but not the loud ones – they would have to wait. Stealth was paramount for now and there was no way to communicate that without defeating his own attempts.

The first one.

The one who was whipped because of the loud blonde, she barely made a peep even when whipped.

Slowly angling the wand René concentrated on the Xan’Chaforeign looking woman and whispered the
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Everything seems to go wrong all at once. The one man's ridiculous singing only seems to enrage their captor, who takes one of the nobles from another cell hostage, threatening to kill her. Xan'cha may have been able to talk her out of it, her experience as an ambassador and diplomat has taught her how to reason with the unreasonable if nothing else. But everyone jumping into action and acting with emotion rather than reason dooms the poor woman. By the time the knife is torn across her throat, there is nothing the Matoyati priestess can do for her. Her eyes narrow at the pirate though, her death would not be a pleasant one if the priestess had anything to say about it. The northerners refer to her people as savages, and while it is generally an unfair label, she was quite eager to earn it should the opportunity present itself. While the others are whipped she remains silent. It seems they are not as accustomed to pain as she is, but the "savages" of the south are nothing if not resilient.

That evening she eats what food she is offered and drinks the icy water, offering no argument when the crude men string her back up, nor saying anything when one of them grabs and squeezes her exposed chest while muttering something under his breath in his language, looking back to where the female pirate went off to. But this one would die as well, and it would be no less painful than his leader's fate. As the evening progresses there are only two guards left, and they seem distracted by the fiery woman at the end of the cell. There would be no better time, the dark-skinned woman was thinking to herself. And then there is a small pop and she can feel her hands fall free from the manacles. Magic, the blessings of the spirits, the details were unknown but at the moment they were irrelevant. There was a temptation to stretch her arms and enjoy the newfound freedom, but that freedom was a weapon - a weapon she could turn against her captors if they got too close. The spirits would have a gift for them.

But she understood the need for subtlety, and understood there were things she could do without drawing attention now that the remaining guards were preoccupied. She only had to hope the woman at the far end of the prison was willing to carry through with her sacrifice. Keeping her hands in the manacles for now, the foreign woman lowers her head in concentration.

Pain. Help.

The thoughts resonate in her mind, focused on one being in particular - one who thus far has remained hidden from their captors. Slowly a tiny, reptillian head pokes out from a pile of rags next to one of the cells where it was curled up trying to stay warm. It looks around curiously, focusing its gaze on the dark-skinned woman with a puzzled expression on its small, lizard-like face. Help she thinks, turning her attention to René. He seemed to be suffering the worst, he would be the first. In understanding the tiny reptile scurries across the floor, weaving through the bars and into the cell opposite hers. Even if the guards were to notice it in the darkness, surely it would look like nothing more than a rat with its long, thin tail snaking behind it. Once the lizard is in the cell it looks back at the woman with Olesia, who nods her head towards René. Her emerald green eyes catch the small man's and she nods her head reassuringly. In answer the tiny lizard rushes up to René and climbs onto him, the creature's tiny claws gripping the rags of his clothes until it stands on his shoulder. Leaning over it presses its head against the man's cheek. A warm feeling of Using her spirit animal to deliver a hex of healing on René
Dice Healing:
1d8+4 (8)+4 Total = 12
relief washes over him. The wounds on his back weave themselves back into their proper form, the pain eases, and the faint smell of aloe drifts into his nostrils. Though still wounded, the effects of the tiny lizard's touch are undeniable. The creature pulls its head away, opens its fanged mouth in a happy expression, bounces on his shoulder a couple of times, then hops off, apparently intent on scurrying over to Tatsuo. Any more direct action from the shaman would have to wait, at least for a few moments.

 


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