A Paid Trip to Spellhold [D&D 4e]

[Velmont]

[SBLOCK=OOC]Insight (1d20+12=19) Cliff won't tells the first paragraph of speech below if he feel someone could repeat it to any crew member.[/SBLOCK]

"I was not sent on this ship by my employer for that purpose. But as a follower of Ilmater, I think there might be an hidden purpose to anything. I don't fear death, it is part of my nature. If an opportunity arise for me to free you, I'll take it. Until then, pray for Ilmater, he will be watching over you closely. Also, trust anyone who come in name of Enester." Using the name of the old sick man who was taking care of the chapel, the one who put Cliff on the path of Ilmater raise a few sad memories from his mind.

He then takes half the food ration he has in his backpack. "Here, take some food. The taste in not great, but it will gives you some energy." He then stands up and retreat back at the forge before someone surprise him with the slaves..

 

[Voda Vosa]

Cliff feels that the slaves, regardless of their origin are truly seeking help and won't spoil their only chance of escaping by betraying him.

The men are happy to taste food, the fist in many days.

Cliff moves to the forge and is lucky to find no one on his way. The Minotaur is working with religious zeal on a piece of armour, delivering slam after slam of his massive hammer.

 

[Velmont]

Cliff walks to the Minotaur. After making sure no one could overhear him. "You told us the Captain was not to be trusted. Such words doesn't show a good empathy with your captain and his first mate. I won't take any twisted path. Would you like to make him fall. I cannot endure the pain of the rowers. They should be freed. And I also want an item Kumar is keeping in his cabin. If we have a reasonable chance would you be part of a mutiny?"

 

[DistractingFlare]

The Minotaur does not hesitate when addressed by the shifter. He continues to slam his hammer into the anvil, creating a loud din that masks their conversation. No one listening ought to be able to hear what they have to say.

Asterion finds Cliff's tone refreshing, and addresses him forwardly.

"Sir, I will join your mutiny. We must topple Kumar's regime. He must die. By the hammer of my forge, he will fall."

Asterion stops hammering and turns to look into Cliff's eyes.

"Let me show you something."

Asterion lays his hammer down across the heavy workbench, then reaches under the table for his suit of heavy plated armor.

"I made this for just such an occasion."

The minotaur replaces the armor and goes back to hammering.

"I hope that this uprising happens sooner, rather than later. I suggest we free the rowers. The slaves outnumber the pirates vastly."

After a pause, the minotaur looks over his shoulder at Cliff.

"When it's done, I want command of the ship. These seas could use a good pirate sailing them."

 

[Velmont]

"The rower, as any slave, wish for their freedom. They would be ready to take there chance for there freedom. If we can quickly free them, if we can armed them, it will help. But I don't want to send them to a butchery. We need to have a solid plan, we need to talk to my companions too." replies Cliff. "How many crew member is there on the ship?"

 

[Herobizkit]

Sandy (Lysandros) Belmades, Halfling Bard

Sandy braced himself as he locked eyes with the skulking man. Thinking quickly, he blurted out, "Can you believe it? Someone didn't secure these barrels. I'm covered in olive juice!"

<<OOC: Normally I'd roll Bluff+9 here, but I think the skulk is another PC. How does that work?>>

 

[Voda Vosa]

As the paladin watches the minotaur hammering at the forge, his eyes fix on the huge forge hammer, and he suffers another flashback...

His surroundings turn black all the sudden, but what surprises the most is that he finds himself in the same place he is now. Asterion is there! But somewhat younger. His horns are but buds protruding from his head. He seems much more impulsive. The young minotaur is having a hard time trying to raise the hammer of the forge above his head. Cliff sees as his own hands reach out to help him, but those are not his hands, these are big sturdy hands, strong and tempered. "Firms and steady Asterion" he said in a voice so strong it could have made mountains tremble. The minotaur following his instructions, tries and succeeds in hammering at the forge. A strong feeling of joy feels Cliff heart, similar of what he felt back in his tribe, when he saw the young pups practicing fighting moves. Suddenly the vision blurs, and Cliff finds himself staring at the old minotaur, who raises an eyebrow apparently surprised by something.

Asterion makes up some quick numbers, and counts 15 men with Salmar and Kumar. There of course are some stronger pirates, used to boarding and fighting, and others that are mainly maintenance sailors.
As Asterion was making mental calculations, Cliff shakes. The forger thought he was sea sick, but suddenly, the shifter's hands reach for something invisible, and he says "Firms and steady Asterion". Asterion would have not been surprised, if those would have not been the words of Boulder, a long time ago, as he taught him how to work on the forge.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Sandy braced himself as he locked eyes with the skulking man. Thinking quickly, he blurted out, "Can you believe it? Someone didn't secure these barrels. I'm covered in olive juice!"

<<OOC: Normally I'd roll Bluff+9 here, but I think the skulk is another PC. How does that work?>>

OOC: It basically depends on Lochlan's reaction. You'll have to convince him IC, with words rather than rolls; although a roll could help to see how convincing might the halfling sound.

 

[DistractingFlare]

Asterion sets his hammer back down. At first, he seems shaken by Boulder's echoed words, but he puts them out of mind for now.

"There are around fifteen pirates, plus a handful of seasoned elites and maintenance crewmen. There are many more slaves below deck. You're lucky that I'm the armorer."

With a smile, Asterion picks up a large bundle of daggers, short swords, and other inexpensive weapons, and dumps them onto the floor.

[sblock=ooc]It would make sense for Asterion to have access to these, since he forged them, right?[/sblock]

 

[Pyrex]

Lochlan, Human Seeker 3

Insight: (1d20+10=29)

Seeing the briny halfling, Lochlan immediately surmises something is amiss; something about his story doesn't ring true, and he's got that caught-red-handed look about him.

However, even if the halfling is up to no good, Lochlan isn't exactly acting in the interests of the Captain either; and has no desire to cause a ruckus when he has more important quarry.

Lochlan sets down his bundle and walks across the hold towards him. "Our shipmates may be capable sailors, but I suspect they're men of action more than of commerce. Here, I'll give you a hand tying them down."