conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: IamL: The ship lurches, dips, rises, and turns beneath your feet.  You each recall how you ended up in a place such as this, a galley slave aboard the  Hades' Dagger , the third most notorious and powerful pirate crew in the world.  One way or another, you were each at the temple of Hrothogdier when it was sacked by the pirates, who took you and about two dozen others aboard the ship as galley slaves.
  
  It has been two months since that day, and things look as grim as ever.  You are always kept in chains with great iron balls on the ends, weighing a hundred pounds each.  The chains extend about thirty feet, room enough for you to do most slave tasks aboard ship without having to move beyond that.
  
  Beatings are frequent and sometimes unprovoked.  The food is terrible and the portions are very small, and the water given to you is mostly moldy and bad.
  
  You snap out of your reminiscence as you turn your attention back to your evening meal.  It consists of rotten steak, sided with a bit of turnip and potato.  The water hasn't actually gone moldy yet, which is a surprise.  All in all, this meal is one of the best you've had since being taken captive.
  
  What do you do?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: OverdrivePrime: Lukas surreptitiously sniffs at the sorry excuse for food and water, careful not to invoke the wrath of the crew. The slender young man's body is covered in welts, bruises and poorly-treated cuts, all of which serve to disguise what was once a terribly handsome - almost pretty - visage. Wincing, he shoves a bit of turnip-covered meat past a badly bruised lip, and then washes it down with a slow drink of water.
  
  He continues to dutifully eat, resenting every second of the miserable meal. His only real solace is that his tiny friend Ikelas is faring better - able to hide out in the beams of the ship and gorge himself on sea insects. The good-hearted little bat's empathic signals of goodwill and cheer in these last two months have sometimes been all that stood between the formerly upbeat young man and despair. Grimly, Lukas thinks back and few years and notes that the two months aboard  Hades' Dagger  have only been the second worst of his life.
  
  Lukas looks around at his companions at the table, trying to remember what few stories of theirs he's heard.
  
  Once he's sure none of the ship's crew are listening, Lukas whispers,  "Anyone figure out where we're headed yet?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: wisest wizard: Orion trying to digest the horrid food, leans in when he hears Lukas whisper, he also counts up the guards, and their weaponry, once again considering an escape attempt.
  Perception=  (1d20)[ 7 ] 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: TheDireWolf: Blake leant over in order to hear Lukas, and any other prisoners, talk, eating while he listens.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: OverdrivePrime: "No? Hrm..."  Lukas pokes at the rancid meat before stuffing a bit more in his mouth. He washes the nasty stuff down with more water, then whispers just loud enough to be heard by the rest of the table,  "so, everyone who's delighted with the idea of being a slave to these pirates for the rest of your life, stand up now." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: IamL: The ship is long, about one hundred and fifty meters from stern to bow, not including the masthead, which is carved to look like a devil.  The ship is bristling with cannons and guns along the length of the ship.  It also has a cannon in the crow's nest, which is strange, but so is the rest of the ship.  It sits very low in the water, and has a very strange rigging system that allows for very big changes very quickly.  There are four decks: The top deck, the cannon deck below it, the the oar deck below that, the crew and slave's deck beneath that, and the cargo deck in the bottom.  The ship is renowned for its speed, which could be upwards of eighteen knots on a decent day, not even counting oars.  If the ship had wind and current behind them, and all hundred men were pulling oars, the ship could theoretically hit twenty three.
  The ship is shaped like an assassin's blade, sleek and long, but slim.  It seems to glide through the water with consummate ease.