<strong>DM<br/>Tag: Everyone</strong><br/><br/><strong>SNAP!</strong>Went the taut rope, dropping downwards, brutalized before it's time by the pirate-barbarians axe.<br/><br/>With Meera's determinate attack cutting the rope down, two more pirates had an unwiling(if not unneeded) bath, coughing and cursing in the salty brine. Accompanied by Rovana's hearty laughter in the backround, the ships sails grew taut and the ships gangplank screeched off of the pier fully, splashing into the water.<br/>Seak's misty magic was the last straw, further, if only briefly, obscuring your retreat, as bullets whizzed past you or imbedded into the ships stern, as you set sail, the pirate-ship quickly picking up sailing. The experience was exhilerating, and you felt like this was a new chapter in your life..<br/><br/><strong>Everyone reaches level 3! Feel free to level up presuming you get a chance to rest fully!</strong><br/><br/><em>However.</em><br/><br/>The fight was not over, as something else changed about you. A curse, you'd come to embrace and appreciate.. or fight against. For now, it didn't quite matter.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Viola</div><div class="spoiler_body">Viola stared at her broken gun. She could do better! She would prove it! To herself, her new crew, her captain. She could propably take another shot and take one of those pirates down.. She had to prove she was strong and in charge, no matter what! Else.. else.. what could she do? Just submit to the others? That was out of the question.. wasn't it? She looked over all those hard-boiled pirate-gals she just went sailing with and.. well, she was not out of place! She just had to prove her place. Perhaps she should try beating up the biggest, baddest of them to show the others she ment businesss?<br/><br/><em>You have been cursed!</em><br/>You gain defiant luck as racial bonus feat. However, whenever you roll a nat 1 in a competition with another and their result exceeds yours, with or without re-rolling, you have to obey their any command (for 1 turn during battle). <br/>You don't believe there's any curse on you, ever. You just have to do what those that are clearly better than you tell you to.. for now... <br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Meera</div><div class="spoiler_body">Meera's axe slipped from her fingers and clattered to the ground as her body pulsated with an unknown feeling of euphoria. This rage felt familiar, yet better than ever before. Suddenly a mixture of pleasure and pain shoots, localized through your groin, a large, redly throbbing shaft of proud eight (and a half, latter measuring would reveal) inches swelling were once her clit used to be. And, whilest she was not blood-lusty anymore, now she was all the more.. lusty.<br/><br/>She had to get herself under control somehow.. or, well.. perhaps not.<br/><br/><em>You have been cursed!</em><br/>-You gain the Extra rage feat for free.<br/>-You cannot end your rage voluntary anymore. It instead requires a Dc 15 will save (repeatable every round) to end. If there are no enemies around you will 'attack' your allies.<br/>-You're now a masochist. This is manageable.. at least outside of rages.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Naomi</div><div class="spoiler_body">As Naomi looks behind herself, she bids that port good riddance. They'd have to bind her down to ever return.. infact, why doesn't her mind stop spinning fantasies about being tied down now? It's quite.. distracting. There's ropes dangling everywhere, but that's just the ship's natural makeup, of course.. Oh, right, perhaps binding up someone else can distract her from these strange urges?<br/><em>You have been cursed!</em><br/>-You gain the improved grapple feat for free!<br/>-You suffer a -4 penalty and don't get aoo's on all grapple attempts made against you. You can suppress this penalty for 24 hours by sucessfully grappling someone that's at least moderatly resistant.. other crew-mates count, as long as they play along...<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ylria</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ylria's teeth itched. Which was definitly weird, as she hadn't eaten anything. A quick check, a feeling finger, revealed slightly pointed canines.. well, she had to admit, more than just slightly pointed. For a brief moment she worried about turning into a vampire, after all, it was almost dark enough, but.. she felt too well, warm and alive. She also felt oddly like rolling up, taking a little nap, maybe whilest rubbing up to someone soft and strong and...<br/>These thoughts were ever stranger, weren't they? Worse, suddenly she thought back to the idea of Meera attacking her crewmates, and the images.. well, they shifted...<br/><br/><em>You've been Cursed!</em><br/>You gain a bite attack (1d6), as primary natural attack, with which you are automatically proficient and armed. You can use this in addition to weapon strikes as part of a full attack. However, whenever you are targeted with a mind-affecting spell or ability ment to ilicit your obediance or subservience, you have to roll twice and take the worse of the two results. <br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Seak</div><div class="spoiler_body">Seak.. was already plenty perverted, so she didn't feel all that different, yet. But looking over to her mates, some were acting ever so slightly different.. whilest Rovana pretended to lie there innocently and drunk on her back, pretending to be inept. Which.. she wasn't? Either that or very lucky..<br/><br/><em>You've been Cursed!</em><br/>You gain the Skill focus: Appraisal feat, but whenever asked for sex as part of a deal or bargain, you have to accept the deal. <br/></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VdfvJ72.jpg)</div>Rovana, meanwhile, lay on her back and chuckled, inhaling deeply as she mused: "Haah.. finally, once more, the freedom of the seas. Good work, all of ya, but don't be too proud.. these were small fry compared to most things on the seven seas... but more of that tomorrow, tonight, we celebrate! Heh... " She tipped her chin.<br/><br/>"Truth be told, I was kind of chancing it here. We'll need a Quartermaster ... any of you a good cook? I can do the sailing and the navigating, Joe's the lookout. What else would we need.. Oh! a main gunner, someone that at least pretends to be a doctor..." Her eyes wandered over the assorted folks, before adding. "Oh, and of course a First Mate? Any volunteers? Oh, by the way, if you feel.. ehehe.. if you feel any different, that's just the salty air of freedom on yer skin." She nodded and stood up and stretched, readjusting her bra to once more cover up (more) of her breast. To her credit, captain Rovana was an exeptional lier. You kind of wanted to believe her that there was nothing special about sailing with her, well, without direct evidence to the contrary.<br/><br/>"Welp, seems you're all a bit shaken up, I'll see if there's any rum on board..." She mused, slowly absconding if none stopped her.