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[jeremiahvedder]

Meanwhile: Faolan, Pinky and Chanoc are still out by the ship, treading dangerous water and tempting the pirates to fire on the flotilla again, and the Weasel is blatantly lying ... I mean, doing his best to charm ... the mysterious earthy smelling, weird atmosphere captain-in-the-dark.

You guys on the flotilla (Tommas, River & Sabo, Inc.), you got any big plans out of this pickle?

[bkthomson]

Meanwhile: Faolan, Pinky and Chanoc are still out by the ship, treading dangerous water and tempting the pirates to fire on the flotilla again, and the Weasel is blatantly lying ... I mean, doing his best to charm ... the mysterious earthy smelling, weird atmosphere captain-in-the-dark.

You guys on the flotilla (Tommas, River & Sabo, Inc.), you got any big plans out of this pickle?

I turn to River or Tommas, whomever that the pirates have not seen leave the group and tell him to stab me in the chest, and make it look real. Under his breath Sabo goes "Trust me on this, if they see that this was not planned but everyone maybe they'll think otherwise if it looks like I'm dead, and shows you've dealt with me."

I'm chancing the portal will allow the stabbing to go through unharmed? And from that distance it may look real enough if I fall on my stomach to not to give too much impression of bleeding.

[misac]

You lose your grip about halfway up the chain and land with an incredibly conspicuous splash. Your stomach hurts from the impact and you realize that there's no hiding now. They know your location and a net will be on you in moments if you can't pass a Swim check (DC 15).

(Sorry about that action point, man. Bummer. The Hide didn't work, either, as I had to adjust the DC to account for your falling.)

(Since they saw him were we all spotted?)

[misac]

Swim back in defeat.

I guess I'll do the same.

Swim

misac rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6

+4

Hide

misac rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6

+2

[misac]

Damn dice. . .

[jeremiahvedder]

I'm chancing the portal will allow the stabbing to go through unharmed? And from that distance it may look real enough if I fall on my stomach to not to give too much impression of bleeding.

It will, indeed. The Hole's magic begins functioning normally after leaving the Dark Water's immediate area (10 ft., to be exact) so you can use it in any kind of ruse you dream up. I'll give you a bonus for quick thinking, taking advantage of what already appears to be negative sentiment against you, and using the magical device for a total of +15. So roll a Bluff check (DC 25) and see what happens. (You do have an abundance of spyglasses and possibly scrying devices aimed at you, which are difficult to fool.)

[jeremiahvedder]

(Since they saw him were we all spotted?)

They know you and Pinky are out there but not Faolan, not so far. Your Hide checks weren't up to par. So until you turn up again, they'll probably keep looking for you (and possibly shooting at the flotilla).

[bkthomson]

It will, indeed. The Hole's magic begins functioning normally after leaving the Dark Water's immediate area (10 ft., to be exact) so you can use it in any kind of ruse you dream up. I'll give you a bonus for quick thinking, taking advantage of what already appears to be negative sentiment against you, and using the magical device for a total of +15. So roll a Bluff check (DC 25) and see what happens. (You do have an abundance of spyglasses and possibly scrying devices aimed at you, which are difficult to fool.)

Ok, but before I make the roll I need to be sure someone is willing to do it. (Not that at this point there would not be a LINE to take a stabbing at me). Hmm. . if there was a way to give the girl a knife to attack me again. . hmm. . . how to work that out without being seen.

[jeremiahvedder]

I guess I'll do the same.

Swim

Original post: misac rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6

+4

Hide

Original post: misac rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6

+2

They watch you swim back with your tail between your legs.

[jeremiahvedder]

Ok, but before I make the roll I need to be sure someone is willing to do it. (Not that at this point there would not be a LINE to take a stabbing at me). Hmm. . if there was a way to give the girl a knife to attack me again. . hmm. . . how to work that out without being seen.

It's quite possible River wants to legitimately stab you after endangering Weasel's life.

It's the Epic Fail on the Charisma Save that Never Ends!

[bkthomson]

It's quite possible River wants to legitimately stab you after endangering Weasel's life.

It's the Epic Fail on the Charisma Save that Never Ends!

Ok, I'll need to wait on the others to see how this plays out, but if I can tell one of them the idea to use the girl all the better to convince people.

[S.F. Jude Terror]

Roll your Bluff. You'll have to beat the mysterious captain's Sense Motive, though.

Original post: jeremiahvedder rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5

+8 natural + 8 Skill bonus

EDIT: (DC 21)

The Weasel closes his eyes (he can't see anyway) and hopes for the best. He is feeling a bit off since he can't feel his familiar or speak with his Trenchcoat or Blanket.

S.F. Jude Terror rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16

+8

[S.F. Jude Terror]

The Weasel opens his eyes to the blackness, and the disgusting grin creeps back across his face.

[jeremiahvedder]

The Weasel opens his eyes to the blackness, and the disgusting grin creeps back across his face.

It's then that a swarm of fireflies explodes to life above your head, like miniature stars under the cabin roof, and begin revealing foliage and that small stream you heard in the cavernous darkness. At your feet, an apparent cliff leading down where the fireflies can't reach, turning the stream into a tiny waterfall. (It's a good thing you didn't take another step forward. In your mind's eye, imagine one of those in-door natural habitats at the zoo.)

Bathed in flickering, yellow light, you find yourself surrounded (impossibly) by the forest -- a living thing full of bushes, bugs and birds. The place isn't displaced in any parallel dimension like the Aria was; the captain's quarters merely take up the entire rear of the boat. And rising up out of the ravine, a ten foot gap of air between you, stands the captain.

Or, more accurately, grows the captain. He appears to be an ancient treant and the Dark Water was molded and shaped and grown around him, a very part of his being. His roots are grounded in darkness but you can see where his uppermost branches turn into hull and ceiling, and the blank pupils in his eyes betray him to be blind.

You're smart enough that the obvious question occurs to you: What in the Blue Hell does a treant like this, who was either tortured into this shape or masochistic enough to ask for it, want with the life of a pirate captain?

"What ... can this Weasel do ... for It?" the captain asks, slowly, wearily.

[S.F. Jude Terror]

It's then that a swarm of fireflies explodes to life above your head, like miniature stars under the cabin roof, and begin revealing foliage and that small stream you heard in the cavernous darkness. At your feet, an apparent cliff leading down where the fireflies can't reach, turning the stream into a tiny waterfall. (It's a good thing you didn't take another step forward. In your mind's eye, imagine one of those in-door natural habitats at the zoo.)

Bathed in flickering, yellow light, you find yourself surrounded (impossibly) by the forest -- a living thing full of bushes, bugs and birds. The place isn't displaced in any parallel dimension like the Aria was; the captain's quarters merely take up the entire rear of the boat. And rising up out of the ravine, a ten foot gap of air between you, stands the captain.

Or, more accurately, grows the captain. He appears to be an ancient treant and the Dark Water was molded and shaped and grown around him, a very part of his being. His roots are grounded in darkness but you can see where his uppermost branches turn into hull and ceiling, and the blank pupils in his eyes betray him to be blind.

You're smart enough that the obvious question occurs to you: What in the Blue Hell does a treant like this, who was either tortured into this shape or masochistic enough to ask for it, want with the life of a pirate captain?

"What ... can this Weasel do ... for It?" the captain asks, slowly, wearily.

"Anything you like, noble sir. But first, we must deal with my flock, who have likely been dismayed by my absence. While most of them follow me devoutly, there are two who are troublemakers, one a filthy rogue who calls himself Sabo, and the other a fool with the name of a Faolan, a fool's name. The two are no doubt plotting right now to assault this ship, despite my warnings that they stay behind. Of course, they will find the vessel unassailable, but they should still be dealt with."

'But how?' thinks the Weasel.

"Their biggest weakness is an absurd desire to protect others, so rather than waste effort in attacking them, simply fire on the raft, and they will retreat or surrender quickly. You may need to kill a few, but they will simply blame the rogue and the fool for disobeying my orders. The rest of the survivors will willingly wear your shackles and do whatever you bid. Some can be ransomed for some value, and others can perform labors, and such they will do with enthusiasm, for they will view you as their savior rather than their captor."

"After that unpleasantness is done, I can regale you with the tales of my heroic adventures on the Aria, and what occurred to sink such a ship," says the Weasel, still deciding what exactly to tell of this particular story. "And when you tire of that tale, we can deal with the traitors, Sabo and Faolan. Perhaps you would enjoy seeing them walk the plank."