Again, Julien feints, but this time with his blade, menacing the bleeding wound from his last attack:
Deception: 1d20+5
Whether because he is steeled, or because he is already drained from his wound, the masked attacker does not react as much to this feint as Julien would like.
((AC now +2 - > flat footed off))
As such, Julien now presses the point and lunges:
1d20+7
Now the assassin reacts, moving to parry Juliens rapier, but too late. The blade once again pierces him:
Damage: 1d6+1
The blade sinks deep, creating a new wound. Silent until this moment, the dark attacker lets out a groan as he expires.
((The Encounter rewritten by ChatGPT))
As the chaotic dance of blades commenced, Julien swiftly realized the futility of using the chair as a barricade against the intruder’s advance. With a flicker of determination in his eyes, he seized the chair and propelled it forward, a masterful feint to deceive his foe. The wooden missile hurtled through the air, drawing the assailant’s attention and causing him to instinctively raise his arm to deflect the oncoming threat.
In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, Julien’s rapier swiftly found its mark. With an artful maneuver, his blade slipped through the exposed opening, finding its path into the assailant’s flank. The steel bit deep into flesh, drawing forth a gush of crimson as the rapier claimed its prize. A critical wound, a testament to Julien’s skill and precision.
As the blade withdrew, Julien’s discerning gaze fell upon the grievous injury he had inflicted. Yet, there was no respite, no time to dwell on the gravity of the situation. In a display of unwavering resolve, Julien returned to a defensive stance, en garde, ready to face the consequences of his actions.
Despite the assailant’s grievous wound, the hunger for success or the fear of failure drove him forward. Undeterred by the crimson stain that marked his side, he launched a desperate attack towards Julien, driven by a singular purpose. But Julien, honed by his training and blessed with quick reflexes, parried the assault with effortless grace, turning aside the threat with little effort.
Driven to the precipice of desperation, the masked assailant sought refuge behind nearby furniture, a temporary sanctuary before launching his next offensive. Sensing his enemy’s intentions, Julien devised another feint, this time wielding his rapier with deceptive intent. He menaced the bleeding wound, hoping to provoke a reaction, but the masked assailant, whether fortified by sheer determination or depleted by his injuries, remained stoic, offering little response to Julien’s artifice.
Seizing the opportunity, Julien pressed forward with unwavering determination. His rapier lunged forth, aimed with unyielding focus. The assassin, finally awakened to the immediate danger, attempted to parry Julien’s blade, but his response was too slow, too feeble. The rapier punctured his defenses, piercing his body once more. The blade sank deep, carving a new wound, and a guttural groan escaped the assailant’s lips, his final protest as the veil of darkness enveloped him.
Silence fell upon the room, broken only by the labored breaths of Julien. His victory, hard-earned and costly, now stood before him in the form of the fallen foe. The encounter, fraught with peril and bloodshed, had come to a close, leaving Julien to reflect upon the somber realities of his chosen path.
Julien peers into the hallway. There do not appear to be any further assailants coming for him. However, he hears official sounding voices downstairs.
((MUNE Oracle asked if there were other assailants received “no, but…” reponse))
Someone is referenced as Gendarme. It must be the police! Julien fears being locked up, possibly with others who wish him dead. Best to flee and sort things later. Perhaps they would assume he had just fled from the attackers. He goes back to the window and throws it open. He grabs his belongings and slips out the window. He attempts to climb down based upon what foot and hand holds he can find.
Climb check 1d20+4
Loses his footing and slips from the ledge. As he falls he attempts to grab the edge (as reaction)
Reflex save: 1d20+9
Falling, Julien manages to catch the edge of a lower overhang above a side door of the tavern.
He takes 3 damage, but is able to lower himself from there to the ground.
((ChatGPT scene transition))
In the wake of his harrowing escape, Julien assessed the damage inflicted upon his body, a testament to the perils that had beset him. Three wounds adorned his being, souvenirs of his precarious descent. Yet, the pain served as a reminder of his resilience, a badge of survival. Casting a final glance towards the tavern that had harbored both danger and intrigue, Julien embarked upon his uncertain path, his steps cloaked in purpose, his resolve unyielding.
The night concealed him as he melted into its folds, a figure of shadows etching his destiny in the face of adversity.
Julien, a formidable adversary in his own right, had forged a reputation for tenacity that echoed through the veins of Port Royal. His pursuer, Captain Redhand, remained a mysterious specter whose motives eluded him. Yet, in the face of imminent danger, such inquiries became inconsequential, relegated to the realm of idle musings. For now, assassins shadowed his every step, their lethal intent hanging like a dark cloud over his existence. And with the constabulary poised to unleash their hounds of inquiry regarding the lifeless body left in his wake, Julien found himself at a precipice, desperately in need of an ally or an escape from the clutches of Port Royal’s treacherous grip.
Amidst the bustling streets, where the air pulsed with the scent of salt and adventure, Julien’s gaze darted from tavern to tavern, his footsteps tracing the well-worn path along the docks. His singular purpose was to seek out Marcus, the swordsman he could call friend amidst the chaos that engulfed his world. With the weight of urgency urging him forward, Julien cast his eyes upon the seedy establishments and weathered vessels that lined the waterfront, hoping to catch a glimpse of his elusive ally.
Days drifted past, like shadows dancing upon the waves, before fortune finally smiled upon Julien. The sun had barely kissed the horizon when he spotted Marcus, locked in a tumultuous struggle with the unforgiving dock lines of a ship approaching the port. The ropes twisted and gnarled, threatening to unleash havoc upon the vessel and all who dared stand in its way. In the midst of this orchestrated chaos, Julien discerned an opportune moment. He reasoned that amidst the tumult and clamor, a helping hand would seamlessly blend into the symphony of efforts, unnoticed and unquestioned.
With a flash of determination, Julien threw himself into the fray, his sinews straining as he grappled with the stubborn lines alongside Marcus. The duo’s concerted efforts merged into a synchronized dance, their actions harmonizing to preserve order and avert catastrophe. The commotion acted as a cloak, veiling Julien’s identity from prying eyes.
Though fatigue gnawed at his bones, Julien pushed forward, each sinewy exertion propelling him closer to the salvation he sought. The strain upon his body was an insignificant price to pay for the freedom that beckoned beyond Port Royal’s treacherous shores. With each knot unraveled and every line secured, the weight upon their shoulders lightened, if only momentarily.
Through the chaos, Julien stole a glance at Marcus, his eyes filled with gratitude and an unspoken understanding. As the last echoes of struggle faded into the background, Julien felt a flicker of hope reignite within him, fueled by the knowledge that he was not alone in this treacherous dance of survival.
With a renewed sense of purpose and a flicker of hope dancing in his eyes, Julien confided in Marcus, recounting the harrowing encounter with Captain Redhand’s hired mercenaries. The words spilled forth, carrying the weight of desperation and the need for assistance. Seeking solace in Marcus’ friendship and the wisdom he possessed, Julien implored for his aid.
As the tale unfolded, Marcus’ countenance mirrored a mixture of concern and intrigue. The weight of the situation settled upon his shoulders, and he nodded solemnly, acknowledging the gravity of the predicament. The mention of Captain Blood, Marcus’ esteemed mentor, prompted a flicker of recognition in his eyes. A fleeting glimpse of understanding danced within their depths.
Julien’s request hung in the air, laden with vulnerability and a yearning for liberation. The desire to escape the clutches of Captain Redhand and the treacherous embrace of Port Royal permeated his every word. With a measured breath, Julien dared to voice the audacious question, asking if he could find refuge and respite aboard one of Captain Blood’s storied vessels.
Marcus fell silent for a moment, his gaze drifting towards the distant horizon where the sea met the sky. Thoughts swirled within his mind, weighed down by the gravity of the decision at hand. The camaraderie they shared, forged through the crucible of their past encounters, ignited a spark of loyalty within Marcus’ heart.
Finally, turning his gaze back to Julien, Marcus spoke with a quiet determination. He pledged his unwavering support and vowed to facilitate the meeting with Captain Blood. In that moment, the seeds of hope sprouted anew, and the prospect of embarking upon the open seas as a member of Captain Blood’s crew offered a tantalizing glimpse of freedom from the clutches of Captain Redhand.
Marcus leads Julien through the labyrinthine alleys of Port Royal, their steps guided by whispered rumors and clandestine contacts. The scent of salt and adventure hung in the air as they neared their destination - the renowned haven of sailors and misfits, the raucous tavern known as “The Salty Dog.”
The sound of raucous laughter and shanties spilled forth from the tavern’s open doors, drawing passersby like a siren’s call. Julien and Marcus stepped into the dimly lit interior, their eyes adjusting to the smoky haze that filled the room. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, conversations murmuring beneath the clinking of tankards and the shuffle of cards.
Amidst the chaotic tapestry of seafarers, Julien’s gaze fell upon a figure seated at a corner table, his commanding presence accentuated by the scars etched across his weathered face. Captain Blood, the legendary buccaneer, held court with an air of authority that demanded respect.
Marcus guided Julien through the maze of tables and patrons, their path parting like waves before the prow of a ship. Eyes darted towards the newcomers, curiosity mingling with caution, but none dared to interfere with the fateful encounter unfolding before them.
Approaching Captain Blood’s table, Marcus cleared his throat, drawing the captain’s attention. The veteran pirate’s piercing gaze locked onto Julien, measuring him with an astuteness honed by years of navigating treacherous waters. The room seemed to hush, as if the very air held its breath, awaiting the captain’s verdict.
With a nod of recognition, Captain Blood acknowledged Marcus, a silent understanding passing between them. Marcus introduced Julien, recounting the tale of his plight, the pursuit of Captain Redhand, and the desperate yearning for sanctuary upon the captain’s formidable ships.
Captain Blood listened intently, his eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and calculation. The weight of his decision hung heavy in the air, an unspoken test of Julien’s resolve and the veracity of his story. Moments stretched into eternity before Captain Blood finally spoke, his voice resonating with the authority of a seasoned seafarer.
“Ye seek refuge from the clutches of Redhand, and ye crave the freedom of the open sea,” he uttered, his words laced with a subtle hint of admiration. “I’ve heard tales of yer mettle, young Julien, and if ye be willing to face the perils that lie ahead, I may have a place for ye among my crew.”
“Thank you Captain. I am willing and will do my best to be of service among your crew.” replied Julien.
Looking at Marcus and smiling, Captain Blood seems pleased, “Ah! A young man who is to the point and knows his place. There may be hope for this world yet. Put him aboard the Crimson Corsair.”
The ship, its name whispered in awe across the Caribbean, was renowned for its speed, agility, and a crew that matched its captain’s legendary reputation.
With its sleek, black hull and scarlet sails billowing in the wind, the Crimson Corsair stood as a symbol of Captain Blood’s dominance over the seas. Julien’s heart swelled with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he laid eyes upon his new home, a floating fortress poised to conquer the waves.
Joining the crew of the Crimson Corsair, Julien found himself immersed in a vibrant world of seasoned sailors, each with their own tale to tell. From the boisterous mariners who manned the rigging to the seasoned gunners who guarded the ship’s cannons, he was to become part of a tightly-knit brotherhood bound by the unyielding code of the sea.
But first he would have to find his place among the crew. Captain Blood offered several positions to the young sailor:
- Gunner: As a Gunner, Julien would play a vital role in managing the ship’s cannons and artillery. He would work closely with the Master Gunner to ensure the weaponry is in optimal condition, loaded correctly, and fired with precision during battles. Julien’s focus would be on operating and maintaining the cannons, aiming at enemy ships, and unleashing devastating salvos upon their adversaries. This position requires a steady hand, a keen eye for targeting, and the ability to handle the explosive power of the ship’s armament.
- Quartermaster: As the Quartermaster, Julien would take charge of managing the ship’s supplies, provisions, and crew morale. He would be responsible for rationing food, distributing supplies, and maintaining discipline among the crew. This position requires organizational skills, diplomacy, and the ability to navigate the delicate balance of maintaining order aboard a pirate ship.
- Navigator: The role of the Navigator would see Julien take command of charting the ship’s course, reading the stars, and guiding the Crimson Corsair through treacherous waters. With his knowledge of navigation and the skill to navigate by both map and celestial observation, Julien would be crucial in ensuring the ship reaches its intended destinations safely and efficiently.
- Boatswain: As the Boatswain, Julien would oversee the deckhands and sailors, responsible for their training, supervision, and assigning duties. He would ensure that the ship’s rigging, sails, and other essential equipment are maintained in optimal condition. This role demands leadership, a strong voice, and the ability to command respect from the crew.
- Lookout: The position of Lookout would place Julien at the highest point of the ship, scanning the horizon for potential dangers, such as other ships, storms, or hidden obstacles. His sharp eyes and vigilance would serve as a crucial early warning system, enabling the crew to react swiftly and avoid potential threats.
Which will Julien choose?
Julien chooses to serve as Boatswain.
Captain Blood encourages him to check out the ship, both to test him and to see if Julien can suggest any improvements.
Julien makes a careful study of the ship (Investigate via Recall Knowledge - Sailing Lore: 1d20+3)
Before he relays his findings he considers that it is important to gain the confidence of the crew and not put them in a bad light, thus he attempts to use his observations to make a good impression upon the crew - 1d20+5
Success on finding something amiss on the ship
Failure on Making an Impression with the crew
As Julien assumed the role of Boatswain, he took Captain Blood’s directive seriously and embarked on a thorough inspection of the ship. His keen eye and diligent nature led him to discover a subtle but concerning issue with one of the ship’s winches. The winch, vital for hoisting heavy cargo and operating the sails, showed signs of wear and slight misalignment in its gears.
Excited to demonstrate his competence to Captain Blood and earn the respect of the crew, Julien gathered his findings and prepared a detailed report. He approached the Captain, who stood near the helm, his experienced gaze surveying the vast expanse of the open sea.
“Captain Blood,” Julien began, his tone respectful yet assertive, “during my inspection, I discovered a matter that warrants immediate attention. The starboard winch exhibits signs of wear in its gears, which could compromise its efficiency and pose a risk during crucial operations. If left unaddressed, it might lead to costly delays or potential accidents.”
Julien’s voice carried a note of concern, his words carefully chosen to convey both his expertise and dedication to the ship’s well-being. He continued, “To rectify the issue, I suggest disassembling the winch, inspecting the gears for damage or misalignment, and replacing any worn components. With a thorough overhaul and proper lubrication, we can restore its functionality and ensure the smooth operation of essential tasks.”
Though Julien’s suggestion was sound and his demeanor confident, he couldn’t help but notice a distinct indifference among the crew members who happened to be within earshot. Their attention remained fixed on their respective tasks, seemingly unimpressed by his findings and proposal.
Undeterred, Julien maintained his composure and turned to Captain Blood, awaiting his response. The seasoned captain shifted his gaze from the horizon to Julien, his expression thoughtful. Without a word, he nodded, acknowledging Julien’s discovery and recommendation.
“Very well, Boatswain Julien,” Captain Blood finally replied, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “See to it that the necessary repairs are carried out promptly. Your attention to detail is commendable.”
Captain Blood is able to quickly fill the remaining slots in the crew.
Tobias Flintlock, the seasoned Navigator, is a weathered and experienced sailor with a keen sense of direction. He possesses a stoic demeanor and a sharp mind honed by years of navigating the treacherous seas. His salt-and-pepper beard and weather-beaten face tell tales of countless voyages. Tobias is known for his exceptional skill in charting courses, reading the stars, and interpreting the ever-changing elements. He carries a well-worn brass compass and a collection of nautical charts that he guards with great care.
Amelia Blackwood, known by her moniker “Raven,” assumes the role of Quartermaster aboard the ship. With her piercing eyes and commanding presence, she exudes an air of authority and confidence. Raven is a skilled administrator, managing the crew’s provisions, supplies, and finances with remarkable efficiency. Her black hair cascades down to her shoulders, often adorned with a bandana, and her hands bear the callouses of countless tasks performed on deck. She is known for her strict discipline and no-nonsense approach, ensuring order and accountability among the crew.
Among the newly recruited green sailors is young Samuel “Swabbie” Smith, a wide-eyed lad eager to prove his worth on the high seas. With sandy hair and a perpetual grin, Swabbie is enthusiastic about learning the ropes and gaining experience under the guidance of seasoned sailors. Though lacking in experience, his eagerness and willingness to learn endear him to the crew.
Another green sailor is Isabella “Squall” Ramirez, a fiery and determined young woman who has embarked on this adventure seeking freedom and adventure. Her dark curls frame a determined face that belies her petite frame. Squall is eager to prove herself and is already showing promise in her ability to climb the rigging and handle ropes. Her determination and natural agility make her a promising addition to the crew.
Last, but not least, Julien meets Magnus McAllister, lovingly nicknamed “Sizzle,” the ship’s Cook. With a jovial and larger-than-life personality, Sizzle brings warmth and good cheer to the crew. His stocky build and bushy red beard give him the appearance of a jolly pirate straight out of a tale. Sizzle’s culinary skills are legendary, capable of turning even the most meager ingredients into mouthwatering feasts that lift spirits and nourish weary sailors. He possesses an encyclopedic knowledge of spices and flavors, creating dishes that are both satisfying and comforting, no matter the conditions at sea.
After several hours, the Crimson Corsair is ready to depart.
As the Crimson Corsair set sail for the infamous haven of Tortuga, Captain Blood estimated that the voyage would take them three to four days, a journey fraught with both peril and opportunity.
Julien found himself drawn to the eager young sailors, Swabbie and Squall. His inspection of the ship had already revealed the expertise of the veteran crew, and now he saw an opportunity to pass on his knowledge and skills to the newcomers.
Approaching Swabbie, Julien clapped him on the shoulder with a reassuring smile. “Ahoy, lad! I see the excitement in your eyes. Fear not, for you have stepped into a world of adventure and freedom.”
Swabbie’s eyes widened with enthusiasm. “Aye, Julien! I’m ready to learn everything about life at sea. Teach me the ways of the pirates, so I can be a true member of this crew!”
Julien chuckled, appreciating the lad’s spirit. “Well said, Swabbie! We’ll start with the basics of seamanship. First, let me show you how to tie a proper knot.”
Throughout the day, Julien patiently guided Swabbie and Squall through the intricacies of sailing. He demonstrated how to tie various knots, hoist and lower sails, and handle ropes with precision. His interactions with them were a mix of encouragement, guidance, and playful banter.
“Now, Swabbie, remember that the bowline is your best friend,” Julien advised. “It’s a reliable knot that won’t slip, no matter how fierce the winds may be. Try it again.”
Swabbie nodded, attempting the knot once more, and this time he succeeded. His face lit up with pride as he showed Julien his handiwork.
“Well done, lad!” Julien praised him. “With practice, you’ll be tying that knot in your sleep.”
As the sun began to set, Julien sat with Swabbie and Squall on the ship’s deck, sharing stories of their past adventures and dreams of the ones yet to come. Swabbie listened with wide-eyed wonder as Julien recounted thrilling tales of daring raids and epic battles on the high seas.
“And what about you, Squall?” Julien turned to her. “Tell us your story. Why did you choose the life of a sailor?”
Squall’s eyes sparkled as she spoke, her passion evident in her voice. “I wanted to break free from the confines of the shore and seek my destiny on the open sea. Here, I can prove my worth and be part of something greater.”
Julien nodded approvingly. “Aye, Squall, you’ve chosen a life of freedom and adventure. Embrace it with all your heart, and the sea shall reward you well.”
In the bustling port of Tortuga, Julien gathers Swabbie and Squall, forming an impromptu team to explore the lively markets and taverns. The air is filled with the aroma of exotic spices and the sounds of merchants haggling. Together, they navigate the crowded streets, seeking provisions and perhaps a bit of adventure amid the colorful chaos.
You rolled a 7. The team encounters a wealthy nobleman seeking their assistance with a delicate matter that requires discretion and expertise.
You rolled a 1. The matter involves espionage. The team is tasked with a covert mission by the wealthy nobleman, embarking on a secretive adventure in the bustling port of Tortuga.
The nobleman who approaches Julien, Swabbie, and Squall in the bustling port of Tortuga is a striking figure that commands attention wherever he goes. He is of medium height but carries himself with an air of authority and sophistication. His attire is impeccable, adorned with rich fabrics and intricate embroidery, showcasing his wealth and status. His dark, well-groomed beard and sharp, piercing eyes reveal a keen intellect and a shrewd demeanor.
He noticed the team while they were exploring the market, likely due to their distinct appearance. Swabbie and Squall, although still relatively new to the pirate life, have a rugged charm and the unmistakable aura of sailors. Julien, with his confident bearing, also stands out in the crowd. Their presence amidst the chaotic market drew the nobleman’s attention, prompting him to approach them discreetly.
As the team meandered through the market, the nobleman’s keen eyes observed their interactions and noted their resourcefulness. He saw potential in them—individuals who could navigate the treacherous waters of espionage with the agility and adaptability that only sailors could possess. With calculated precision, he made his approach, ensuring that the team’s unique qualities did not go unnoticed.
The nobleman leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper, as he revealed the intricate details of the espionage mission he had in mind. He spoke with a sense of urgency and secrecy, making sure no one else could overhear.
Nobleman: (in a hushed tone) “My friends, I find myself in need of individuals with your unique talents. You see, there is a matter of utmost importance that requires discreet handling, and I believe you are the ones for the task.”
Julien, Swabbie, and Squall exchanged cautious glances but remained attentive.
Nobleman: “You may have heard of the renowned ‘Crimson Postage’—a secret network of couriers that operates from within the heart of Tortuga. They have been responsible for delivering sensitive messages and parcels, often containing information that could sway the balance of power in these waters.”
Swabbie: (whispering) “A secret network of couriers? What’s so important about them?”
Nobleman: “Ah, my dear lad, therein lies the intrigue. You see, a rival nobleman has been using the Crimson Postage to exchange coded messages with foreign allies, planning a conspiracy that threatens the very heart of Tortuga’s independence.”
Julien: “And what do you need from us?”
Nobleman: “I need you to infiltrate the heart of the Crimson Postage, a covert brewery hidden deep within Tortuga. It is there that they meet, disguised as ordinary brewers. You must gain their trust, uncover their secrets, and retrieve any incriminating documents or messages that could expose this conspiracy.”
Squall: (thoughtfully) “Infiltrating a brewery, posing as brewers… It’s a daring task. What’s in it for us?”
Nobleman: (smiling) “A fair question, my dear. In return for your services, I offer a substantial reward—enough gold to set you on a path to prosperity. Furthermore, I possess information that may prove invaluable to your future endeavors.”
Julien: “Very well. We accept your offer.”
Nobleman: “Excellent! Time is of the essence. The brewery operates under the guise of an ordinary establishment, but it holds the secrets that could save or jeopardize Tortuga’s fate. Go forth, my brave sailors, and may the winds of fortune be at your back.”
Julien asks the nobleman, “And how shall we relay what we discover once we are successful?”
Julien’s question hung in the air, and the nobleman’s gaze turned even more mysterious as he contemplated the matter.
Nobleman: “A valid concern, my resourceful friend. In order to relay your findings safely and discreetly, I shall provide you with a unique method. You will find a crate of rare and exotic spices within the brewery. Concealed within one of these spice containers will be a small, intricately carved seashell.”
Swabbie: “A seashell? How will that help us?”
Nobleman: “Ah, you see, this seashell is no ordinary trinket. It is enchanted with an enchantment known only to me. When you speak into it with your message, the sound will be carried through the winds and delivered directly to me. It is a method of communication known only to those initiated into our clandestine world.”
Julien nodded, acknowledging the ingenuity of the method.
Julien: “Very well, we shall use this enchanted seashell to relay our findings.”
Nobleman: “Excellent. Remember, discretion is key, and time is of the essence. Tortuga’s fate may depend on your success. I have every confidence in your abilities. Farewell, my brave sailors, and may the tides be in your favor.”
With that, the nobleman vanished into the bustling streets of Tortuga, leaving Julien, Swabbie, and Squall to prepare for their daring infiltration of the brewery.