Airship Pirates! #game-ic 4/21/2017

DiscoDude: **---BEGIN SESSION---**
DiscoDude: **Session logging commenced**
Kalos: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Slowly, you all awaken., your heads each killing you more than the last- Brice and Joris were greeted with a  sight of a moonless night sky- the layers above you unperturbed by clouds- the rest of the had the luck to see a glorious sight: the wooden floor of the ship below you- it's dark, but it's there-

Something happened last night, something hard to recall... But nothing hurts. except your heads, that is.
Cylle: _rubs her head. She hasn't felt like this since that one time she washed down an entire pouch of her special "pixie dust" with a bottle of the strongest ale she could find._
Kalos: All of the lamps are off as well.
Brice fridge: Brice with a headache not entirely unlike any time in the past he has been clobbered on the head or drank too much. He remembers something scary beside the ship before getting knocked out so he will begin looking for a way inside, less it be lurking in the dark.
Cylle: _starts looking for a lamp to light._
Joris: _stays mostly still on their back, slowly reaching up to hold their head, ow. Falling asleep on the deck of the ship isn't too unusual for them, but, lack-of-memories and painful headache is new.  They scrabble up when they start to recall screaming and monsters, wings flapping loudly in the darkness. Ohgod._
Kalos: Cylle: you remember there should be one on the mast, just in front of the wheel.
Roger: *Roger try stand up on legs and have no idea what happens in darkness of the ship or even why it so dark, but present is more important for him now. So instead doing something dramatic he yells from his position* **"Hey there, anybody can hear me?"**
Cylle: (who should be able to hear that?)
Kalos: Others can all hear roger shout.
Cylle: _makes her way towards the mast. "Someone turn the lights on, if ye can," she says. "Methinks we've been attacked..."_
Cylle: "...now I know it for sure. On your guard, men..."
Cylle: _draws her saber and looks back and forth between the damaged parts of the railing, as if expecting another attack from those directions._
Kalos: Cylle managed to light a lantenr on a higher point of the mast.
Joris: _shouts back to Roger! Very loud. "I hear you!"_
Joris: _shouts again! "Shit! Dead guy!"_
Kalos: Dead guy looks familiar... maybe?
Kalos: Who were they again?
Kalos: You can't remember his face, Joris.
Cylle: "Who is it?" she shouts. "Roll call, men!"
Roger: *draw his Edge rapier from belt* **"Ssso how bad we are then? My sssword is ready. And that'sss me, Roger"**
Joris: _points down at the corpse, staying well away._
Cylle: "The devil happened here..."
Cylle: !g 10
DiscoDude: <@Cylle> rolled 7 (degree 3; success)
Joris: _heads off to nervously scan over the sides of the ship. Remembers something big._
Kalos: The man seems to have died to arcane wounds directly on his soul- You way his pallor changed. A lesser first aidman would have guessed he simply had a heart attack.
Cylle: "Murdered by magic. A foul way to go."
Joris: _checks theirself for wounds. Hopes it's not their blood, they don't have a whole lot to spare._
Cylle: "Poor soul looks like he dropped stone dead of fright."
Cylle: "From the looks of all this blood, I would think it was watching the death of someone else that did him in..."
Brice fridge: "Magic did this, poor sob had his soul attacked by somethin" he will stop examining the corpse. Looking towards the others "best not dwell too long on him, who knows how many others died".
Cylle: "So we've got a sorceror afoot?" Cylle scoffs. "Bad enough we haven't a clue what damaged this ship without having *magic* to worry about as well."
Cylle: "But whose blood *is* all this, then?..."
Roger: *after lighting that lamp, Roger decided check what in the boxes. Maybe something usefull for him now will help*
Joris: _turns away from the rails to look at Cylle. "I don't remember a sorcerer... Something scarier. I can't tell."_
Kalos: He has a sword scabbard, but the blade itself is missing
Kalos: originally a saber of some sort.
Kalos: (from length and curve of the scabbard)
Cylle: "'Scarier,'" Cylle repeats, mockingly. "You a bat or a batling, man? Whatever did this should be scared of *us*."
Joris: _scowls, wrinkly bat-face looking even wrinklier. "It doesn't look like we won, whatever happened."_
Brice fridge: "He has no open wounds, his swords is missing though, perhaps he stabbed something and it ran off with the weapon?" He will disregard this corpse moving to go inside. There is more of this ship to explore, perhaps someone hidden inside knows something...
Cylle: _raises her saber and shouts at the dark: "Out with ye, then! Come face us like the horror ye are! Or are ye a bloody coward?"_
Joris: _hops off the side of the ship. Whoosh._
Joris: !groll 13
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 13 (degree 0; success)
Cylle: _keeps an eye out for any further clues as to what happened. And their assailant, if it did indeed accept her challenge._
Joris: _barrels back onto the deck, beside Cylle. They mostly look confused. "Well, uh... We've lost a cannon. And a wall."_
Kalos: there's a soft sound of Joris' flapping as he makes a tour of the ship.
Brice fridge: Brice sees some blood over on the deck with no corpse near it far as he can tell.  He will move closer to examine it.
Cylle: "Fecking *hell.*"
Joris: _shakes their head, ears flapping noisily. "I think we all got whacked by magic, or just hit really hard. I can't remember what it looked like before."_
Cylle: "And no one remembers a thing? This thing, which killed a man, maybe others, and tore a great big bloody hole in our ship, and we all just *forgot about it?!?*"
Roger: *come closer to Brice and said* **"Well that surely not our blood, did you checked what hides inside ship?"**
Cylle: "I *swear* to the heavens I'm going to find this thing, and I'm going to skewer it in the head till its brains leak out!"
Brice fridge: Brice will simply say "not yet" and begin heading to his room.
Cylle: _frowns and starts riffling through the mystery man's pockets and personal effects. There has to be a clue on him somewhere..._
Joris: _gives Cylle a terrified look, normal irritating squeakyvoice changing to a low frightened grumble. "I think it was the beasts." It'd mean more if they didn't kind of attribute everything to skybeasts and flying monsters, their constant use of radio equipment to try to "make contact" with strange entities miiiight be well-known to the crew by now._
Joris: "We can't fight *them*."
Brice fridge: _shouts "we got a hull breech down here, needs repairing. Any of you lot decent at that"?_
Kalos: Brice by the way
Cylle: _finds a locket and watch on the man, then examines them more closely. Any engravings?..._
Kalos: went down the 'hatches'
Kalos: where there are ladders to lower deck
Joris: _will head down too, to see if there's anything they can see better from the inside._
Cylle: "Hey." Cylle calls out to Joris before he heads below decks.
Cylle: "Does 'S.D.C.' mean anything to ye?" she says, holding out the watch.
Joris: _looks intently at the watch! Then looks back up and shrugs sadly. "Don't know. Sorry. This guy's initials?"_
Cylle: "Not helpful. Bollocks..." She pockets both the locket and the watch. "Aye, let's see if there's anything belowdeck worth ponderin'."
Cylle: _follows Joris below decks._
Brice fridge: _Brice will continue searching downstairs for other survivrs._
Joris: _to the downstairs!_
Roger: **"You go, i will stay on upper deck then, Just in case"** *shoot Roger once more for all*
Joris: _says, "Shout if you see anything! I'll hear you."_
Roger: *Roger decide for more box now checking just to be sure they got some suplles there.*
Brice fridge: _Brice just looks in room questiong what he sees... "Why is there either an anchor in a bedroom, or a bed in an anchor room..."_
Cylle: "What the blasphemy is this?..."
Joris: "Told ya we lost a wall."
Joris: _wonders why someone would've stolen a cannon. Doesn't occur to them that it rolled out._
Cylle: "...right, right. I just...wasn't expecting this much damage..."
Cylle: "What the blazes could have done this?"
Joris: _whispers again, "skybeasts."_
Brice fridge: !groll 11
DiscoDude: <@Brice fridge> rolled 7 (degree 4; success)
Kalos: *Acquired 1x Dalia's rum~*
Joris: _takes the box. Probably a secret compartment._
Brice fridge: _Brice will begin going down to the lower floor. See if there is any cool stuff to ste...repossess..._
Joris: !groll 13 (airshipman, reactivate boiler)
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 8 (degree 5; success)
Kalos: You work at it for a minute or two..
Kalos: meanwhile
Joris: _needs that electricity to try and make contact. Will definitely work._
Brice fridge: _brice will watch him repair it for but a breif second then go look for stuff._
Kalos: Joris worked at the boiler for a minute or so, but then gets it to light again, steam starting to rise within it and begin to turn some turbines...
Kalos: *door#1 reveals some crates*
Roger: *after getting boring on guarding upper deck, Roger wanted make some clean up and after puting his sword back on belt, he wanted throw away that corpse outside ship, if he can't remmeber who is it*
Brice fridge: _Brice shall begin checking crates for stuff...and things..._
Joris: _dashes back upstairs or something, to the nearest radio, obviously has to make sure those are still working._
Kalos: Roger gets a mop and begins to clean blood.
Roger: **"Oh hey, Jorisss, find our captain or someone elssse down there?"**
Joris: _shakes their head. "It looks like nobody else is left. Didn't even see other corpses."_
Joris: "...Who is the captain, anyway?"
Roger: **"...if i could remmeber even it'sss name" said Roger and stop moping deck for a second. **"But no corpssse, that mean less clean up for usss, right?"
Kalos: all you you can recall you *weren't* the captain
Joris: _grimaces and looks down, stepping away from where Roger is mopping. "Guess so..."_
Roger: **"But anyway, we need decide what to do after night. It'sss pretty dark now and we are easssy target. There'sss food in boxes. Go and grab it."**
Roger: *after that Roger took some food from one of box and come in lower deck*
Joris: _goes to help haul off some food with unimpressive bat-strength!_
Roger: **"Don't forget about lampsss, Jorisss"**
Joris: _sets the food down somewhere that looks like it won't go sliding out the hole. Guesses the plan is to spend the night below decks where it's... "safer"?_
Joris: _stares through the deck, towards sounds that nobody else can probably hear. Looks for their earmuffs, darn bat-ears._
Joris: _puts those on. Peaceful._
Brice fridge: _Brice will begin heading back up stairs. He has finished  taking inventory and shouts "only thing I notice missing so far is a single cannon and part of a wall"_
Joris: _pulls one headphone-ear off when the quiet creaking from below-deck stops, then subtly glowers at Brice when he returns._
Brice fridge: !groll 11
DiscoDude: <@Brice fridge> rolled 16 (degree -5; failure)
Kalos: As you work with some of that wood you brought up from the crate...
Kalos: A bunch of it floats out the window. Annother good 20 pounds of it falls over the side as your structure wasn't soundly connected. rookie mistake.
Joris: _rushes to the rescue! Gets the flying bits._
Joris: !groll 9 (fix boat)
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 7 (degree 2; success)
Joris: _inspects every spare bit of wood for signs of monster-attack. Might slow them down._
Joris: _is also alone now? Oh god._
Joris: !roll 16
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 16 for 16 []
Joris: !groll 16
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 9 (degree 7; success)
Joris: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 10 (degree 2; success)
Joris: _points proudly at the slightly-smaller hole in the wall._
Kalos: -----------------------------
Kalos: The morning after, Joris proudly displays a half-fixed wall
Brice fridge: _Brice wakes early in to moring doing his routine of listening to the news through his personal radio. Gotta keep up with whats goin on in the world._
Kalos: On the radio is the usual- someone did something or another-
Kalos: There's some news about a fancy new battleship being designed by the astrasian Navy but getting major pushbacks by their legislature
Kalos: Being deplored as a humongous waste of money as a program when everyone's been at peace for 30 years.
Brice fridge: _Brice will take note of that. Especially any estimated completion date if he hears it._
Roger: *watched at the almost fixed wall and say **"Well my-my, alwaysss fixed befoe me. Good to know othersss do the thingsss here."** *after that he started eat breakfast he brough yesterday with him, just watching through that hall*
Kalos: Meanwhile in Illenos, a scientist has claimed to have discovered an entirely new way to treat rubber.
Roger: **"I bet we don't have much rum after that all thing, ssso how about play a game for bottle of it?"**
Kalos: Additional bonus: you guys weren't killed in the night
Joris: _kept lookout. Definitely._
Brice fridge: _Brice will glance at the wine..."Keep it, I have no interest in cheap booze"._
Roger: **"Come on, there is no fun of drinking it, without wining, It makesss tasste much better. It tassste of victory, but whatever"**
Joris: _looks down at the bottle. Slowly slides it to Roger._
Roger: **"Captain isss misssing for a day, that mean we need a new one, who wantsss that honnor?"**
Joris: !groll 14
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 13 (degree 1; success)
Roger: **"I mean come on, what a ssship without captain?"**
Brice fridge: _will stand and proclaim "dibs"_
Joris: _shrugs, doesn't care too much, they all seem competent! Has more important concerns, like going up to fiddle with the radio._
Roger: **"If nobody really want, let the fortune decide"** after that put dice on table **"Just roll them and the one with lowest will be new captain. Sssound like a sssolution, huh?"**
Brice fridge: !groll 11
DiscoDude: <@Brice fridge> rolled 13 (degree -2; failure)
Joris: "Good plain, captain."
Roger: "Aye, aye, captain. Love the idea of fortune waysss"
Cylle: _shrugs. "I got no ambition o' bein' captain. Leave it to chance? I can live with that."_
Joris: !groll 13 (airshipman, to head off on this random course. Getting it wrong won't hurt too much.)
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 9 (degree 4; success)
Brice fridge: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Brice fridge> rolled 14 (degree -4; failure)
Joris: _is gonna go to sleep, after spending the whole night fixing this skyboat. Lies out on the deck with wings outstretched, where they woke up before. Comfy._
Roger: *wanted to check cannons lefted on ship and make sure they WILL shoot, when they will be needed*
Roger: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Roger> rolled 8 (degree 2; success)
Joris: (I've got airshipman and sailboatery)
Joris: (Does my nap regain any FP lol)
Kalos: 2.
Roger: (Joke about women on ship)
Brice fridge: !groll 11
DiscoDude: <@Brice fridge> rolled 8 (degree 3; success)
Joris: _gives their binoculars to Cylle. Can keep watch._
Joris: _gets their binoculars, scans for signs of monster-attacks._
Kalos: You fly your ship down to the pier, and there's a few people there who come up and wonder who this person is visitng randomly,- 3 men, two teenage boys-.
Joris: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 8 (degree 4; success)
Brice fridge: !groll 11
DiscoDude: <@Brice fridge> rolled 10 (degree 1; success)
Roger: (Disturbing Voice)
Joris: _coughs and makes strange sounds, switches from horrible squeaky voice to pretty clear voice. Bam._
Kalos: one of them shouts "Heyo- Who're you lot? We got lots of delicious fish, sea and aether- Sell for hundreds sometimes at the nearby cities."
Roger: (If we have ship named red lobster, no wonderfull it has been attacked. What a delicions name we got here)
Brice fridge: _Brice will look at them and say "ah yes, we are the Rabid Lobster Crew. We stopped to resupply and possible recruit stong men in search of adventure who know how to handle a boat"._
Joris: (Rabid lobster)
Kalos: one of them scratches his chin. "We got plenty of supplies- and I can think of at least two people who want nothing more than getting off the island- Can't say they ever worked a ship, though..."
Brice fridge: "How about cannons? Or any other ya know useful skills, got all kindsa problems out there...beasts, pirates, idiots with guns".
Kalos: "Canons? nah, military don't even bother coming here to recruit anymore- only my pa's ever worked cannons before, 'sfar as I know"
Roger: *stares at captain after hearing "idiot with gun" words and just checked his pistolis still on hook, just in case*
Brice fridge: "Ah well, if there is no talent here how about those supplies then, where might I go for those"? He is slightly more disinterested with the conversation but wont outwardly show that.
Joris: _speaks up! New crew would be useful, even if they aren't cannon-ey. "Would those two learn quick, do you think?"_
Kalos: "You pay me 20 dollars, and I'll  hook you up with everyone who has what you want." he smiles.
Brice fridge: _simply smiles and says "now 20 is just too much its a small village how about 2 dollars instead afterall I can easilly talk to everyone within a day or 2"._
Brice fridge: !groll 12
Kalos: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 12 (degree 0; success)
Brice fridge: !groll 11
DiscoDude: <@Brice fridge> rolled 9 (degree 2; success)
Kalos: There's a a bit of haggling, but before long, a new price is agreed upon
Kalos: and he tells you to follow him into the village to talk to various folk.
Kalos: do you come with him? does the crew follow?
Joris: _will follow!_
Kalos: "You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were one of them weridos you hve with you." he said, a little hushed ahead of Joris with Brice
Brice fridge: _Brice will follow the man, he keeps his head up tall chest forward. Basically doing his best to look kinda cool and demanding of respect._
Kalos: but of course, Joris can hear
Roger: *will go with those two, just to make sure they will be fine*
Joris: _pretends they don't notice. Doesn't want people to know they can **hear all**._
Brice fridge: "Ah, I dont really know what you mean with that comment"
Kalos: he blinks once, and wonders if he has an idiot on his hands, or a real weirdo. or something like that. "Anyway- your money's good here- We got lots of grain and other foodstuffs here, and smoked fish if you're looking for some meat.." he takes Brice nd others into the market and through it to someone who runs a small warehouse
Kalos: what do you want to buy?
Joris: _is gonna head off to look around, see if they spot any people who look like they don't wanna be here, possible recruitment targets. Also people who aren't totally racist._
Brice fridge: _"food, and if you got it wood supplies, if you know someone who knows carpentry we got some hull damage that needs repairing"._
Roger: !groll 9
DiscoDude: <@Roger> rolled 7 (degree 2; success)
Kalos: A lot of people generally avoid Joris as he goes around- but with roger at his side...
Roger: (Not bad...except that fact we will have eat ONLY that fish. I really hope other food lefted in cargo not a fish)
Kalos: !roll
DiscoDude: Roll error: please specify skill value.
Kalos: !roll 3d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 3d6 for 14 [3d6 = 3, 6, 5]
Kalos: As you two are walking around- There seems to have been a failed attack on you two- Two younger adults with clubs  came around a corner- and realized you two weren't where they thought you were.
Kalos: So proceeeded to run away.
Joris: _considers running after them to talk, they seem like the pirating type!_
Roger: **"Like what those two idiotsss attempt to do?"**
Joris: _flies after! Whoosh._
Kalos: He takes off, and leaves rog alone, Up the street,
Joris: !groll 8
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 14 (degree -6; failure)
Kalos: Rog after about a minute
Kalos: Joris finds you again and lands
Roger: **"Ssso, did you make them cry a lot or what?"**
Joris: _shrugs. "I guess they don't want to be sailors. Just threw rocks, couldn't even aim right. Not artillerist material."_
Roger: **"Well not everyone could fight. Pitty humansss"**
Roger: !groll 9
DiscoDude: <@Roger> rolled 11 (degree -2; failure)
Joris: !groll 7
DiscoDude: <@Joris> rolled 8 (degree -1; failure)
Joris: "Couldn't find any new crew. Lots of thugs with bad aim, though."
Brice fridge: "Oh, you two are back...Anything happen on your end"?
Roger: **"Naaah, if happend, you will sssee blood on my cloth. And of courssse not mine"**
Joris: _puts their fists up in a very bad boxing sort of pose. "Nobody could lay a finger on me, though." They don't mention it's because they hid on a roof, of course._
Brice fridge: "Ah, very well...if there is no further business lets leave this town then".
Roger: **"Finger yesss, bullet maybe not. Ssso don't think too much about yourssself"**
Kalos: As you head back to the ship- no one stops you or bothers you
Kalos: You can get back on the ship unmolested- do you stay in port for the night? its near nighfall.
Joris: _votes to stay here. Isn't eager to go through monster attacks out in the open skies._
Kalos: You all stay for the night- - - -
Kalos: ===========> To be continued
Kalos: !end