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Session summary 8/10/2016

They have taken to calling me "Scales".

Just after my father dropped me off at port Peril, I made my way to the nearest tavern to offer my services to whatever sort of ship I could be a part of. I had no intention of being picky, (after all, money was never made by having high standards) however, to my surprise, it seemed my decision was made for me as I awoke a few hours later after being drugged by some scrawny human, on board a vessel known as The Razor. My flail was gone, much like most of my things, and I figured the only way I might get them back was to do as these ignorant “officers” say. One of them, a teifling by the name of Necria, interests me quite a bit, she is a ruthless and cruel bosun, and if I can play my cards right, I would like to have her job, it would fit me quite well.They had me doing menial tasks like repairing rope and running messages around the ship, nothing I wasn’t used to, but it was no more fun, but while I worked I noticed that Mazer, the captain, was most assuredly a cut above the normal human meat who think that they are in charge. He will make taking over this tub alot more difficult.

c.
Soon after I finished my work, a man by the name of Eric Adams approached me, at first I was prepared to demonstrate my power to the rest of the crew, but when he presented me with my fail, I thought better of it, he explained to me how important friends are to people such as myself, and told me to make a few. In addition I met a few other members of the crew, who were presumably picked up in the same fashion I was, Eric also returned a few of their things. Boothroyd, a clown who seems to take nothing seriously, amuses me quite a bit. He seems to have talents that will serve me well, despite how annoying he can be, I believe he shall prove to be a valuable ally in the fight to come. After I conversed with Eric a bit, he explained that sometimes the crew would head down to the lower levels and gamble, I thought this would be a great opportunity to make a little coin, and maybe some friends.
c.
I noticed a gnome getting beaten badly at arm wrestling against a man who looked half dead. I approached, and offered myself as an opponent, he accepted, and I beat him badly, all the while that clown was playing announcer as we wrestled. He raised the stakes by spreading nails across the barrel we were on, offering all his money and his cutlass for half of my flail. Despite my flail being worth over 5 times what he was offering, I accepted, and beat him easily, nearly breaking the barrel and his arm. I took his money and taunted him as the ship surgeon patched him up, I don’t think he likes me very much. We ate our evening meal, and I found myself still hungry after dinner, so I caught a few rats and ate them, they were lithe and delicious. Just like home.
c.
Later, after sleeping in some guys hammock, I awoke to the sounds of a bunch of thugs threatening Boothroyd. I took out my flail, and tried to scare them off, but one of them was stupid enough to pull a dagger. She was on the ground unconscious, with her arm torn off a moment later. In exchange for helping him, Boothroyd helped me escape punishment by telling Necria that it was a bilging accident. She proceeded to tell off the other thugs, and whip them. I couldn’t help but smile. That day, Boothroyd and I thought best we focused on our work. Later, I went down to the gambling deck, and played in a game of hog lob against Jape, one of the meat sacks who had the misfortune of facing me in combat. I lost the first two games on purpose, just to give him a little confidence, then I intimidated him into letting me when after we both had some “special” nutmeg, and I found myself 60 gold richer. I think he will prove a valuable pawn in the fight to come.
c.
The following day, I spoke to a fellow swab named Ronan. He is a merman, I’ve tasted their flesh before, it was succulent, but this one will be more useful to me alive. He seemed honest, relatively speaking, so I let him borrow my new cutlass. My flail is a finer weapon, but he seemed grateful. He will be a fine ally as well. Then I might revisit eating him. That evening I visited Mr. Adams after eating my rations. He explained a bit about how the ship works, and a little about himself. He has been trapped on this ship too long, when I am bosun, I will see about ensuring him comfort.
c.
The following day, I spoke to Mr. Adams some more, and as we spoke, we were interrupted by a flesh bag who called himself Moro. He is also planning something it seems, he wanted me to forgive the whores who assaulted Boothroyd and I, in exchange for the return of my equipment. I honestly had already forgotten them, but I figured if he is trying to earn favors, then the least he could do is get my things. Just then, a small morsel ran up on deck, complaining that something had attacked him while he was working the bilges. I volunteered to eradicate the creatures myself, after all, if I am to run this ship, I will need to show some initiative to the soon to be replaced officers. Ronan, Boothroyd and one other creature volunteered as well. We found the ship infested with large rats, and made quick work of them, and I managed to scarf a few down after they were killed. They had a certain flavor to them, disease perhaps? Ah well, it can only make me stronger. We found a bit of loot for the taking as well, I helped myself to gold, a few maces, and a finely crafted axe. They will come in handy I am sure.
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That evening, I spoke to Owlbear, a large, yet stupid man who the captain tortured with tar and feathers for him own amusement. I pity him, and I made friends with him, his strength may come in useful. I also spoke to a man named Crimson cog, another temporary pawn for me, as well as more gold. A moment later, the quartermaster called thief, and Necria came running. I listened as Moro talked his way out of it, the quartermaster was obviously very drunk. Moro will be a fine ally in the days to come, but he may be too smart to be a pawn, I look forward to seeing his next move. Necria shouted a bit, but soon afterward, I was called over and given my things. I made myself scarce and put on my armor. I feel whole again, as I lay in my hammock, spooning my flail. I dreamt of mutiny, and glorious combat, ready for the next day.

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