Ok, then he opens the doors on our cell :/

(Why am I so bad at being a dm) 

the cell is open, you guys eventualy find your gear  

Mislynn stretches, her body swaying as the ship violently rocks back and forth in the storm. Despite the dangerous situation, she can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at being on the ship of the captain dead heart. After a moment of awkwardness between the prisoners, Mislynn decides to break the silence. 

“Soooo mates, how ‘bout we stick together until we can get ourselves out of here?” She uncertainly smiles at the group. “I’m Mislynn, most likely the dumbest person you’ll ever meet.”

(I think your doing fine, but I wouldn’t know since i haven't played much d&d yet)

(It’s ok, first timing is rough)

As the party gathers their gear, Sam dons his leather armor. If you spend any time looking at it, even the briefest glance, you notice that it is covered in murals and paintings. There are strange runic scripts, drawings of people, and his chest plate is a mural of a sunset. He straps a sword, also covered with runic inscriptions, onto his back.

”I agree with this idea, love.” Sam says, offering a hand forward. “I’m Sam, and I’m most likely the most handsome person you’ve ever met.” He adds with a wink.

Sebastian dusts off his wide-brimmed hat and tries to straighten its crooked feather, muttering "What have the scoundrels done to you, my poor darling."

He tips his hat towards Mislynn, replying "Yes yes. Safety in Numbers. I quite agree. The name's Sebastian, and while this Sam fellow may be the most handsome person you've ever met, once you exclude cats, I'm certain that title will fall to me."

Kotch makes quick work of adorning his leather armor, covering it with a rather worn blue jacket. He clasps his holster around his waist and examines his Pistol, ensuring there is no damage. Seemingly satisfied he flourishes the sidearm with a spin before holstering the weapon. Turning as the prisoners seemingly convene, Kotch produces a small silver flask from the inside of his jacket and takes a swig. 

"Why not? Safety in numbers is what they say." He agrees with the Proposal of teaming up.....for now. "Names Kotcherth Lancel St.Clair but ye can call me Kotch and Im likely The most confused as to why we are in cells aboard a ship person you will ever meet." He chuckles to himself from the retort. 

Mislynn fumbles and puts her armor on. She grabs her quarterstaff in one hand and shakes Sam’s hand with her other. “Nice to meet you all. Any of you nice fellows have a plan, by any chance?”

“I’m not sure, I might have to contest you for that title...” Sam says to kotch, a look of genuine confusion on his face. “I genuinely don’t remember what happened, and it’s a strange feeling. I don’t like it. Plus, it appears they shaved my arm for this blasted tattoo and it’s cold and itchy.” He says, rubbing his arm where the tattoo is on all of you guys.

”And no, I don’t really have a plan. I don’t do plans, mostly I just go where life takes me.” He says, walking towards the door, before turning to the dragonborn that let them out. “Right, we still have to deal with this beauty.” Sam walks towards the dragonborn, kisses him full on the lips, and then tears at the back his knees with one hand while simultaneously strangling him with the other.

20= attack roll

7= strength to choke

well that didn’t turn out well

Mislynn backs up against the wall, raising her quarterstaff in front of herself. Her muscles coil, as she eyes the brewing fight. 

"My name is...Oh! Oh dear..." Sariel freezes briefly at the sudden outburst of violence. She hurriedly scrambles to gather up her gear, keeping a watchful eye on the situation.

"Did we need to...is this entirely necessary?"

Roll initiative people 

Kotch looks over the rag tag group, Trying to get a general sense as to who he had aligned himself with for this particular occasion. "Well first off we should.........NO NOT-" He is interrupted by the failed attack on the Dragonborn by one of his new companions, a look of disappointment falls upon him as he pulls his pistol from its holster. "Well, so much for the quiet way." 

Initiative: 5

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Roll initiative people 

 i got 8

‘Oh come on ‘love,’ Johan says, annoyed, to Sam as he grabs his things and moves near the fight.

Int: 15

 (I'm not sure how you all feel about swearing in game, so at least for now I will use historical terms that have fallen out of fashion)

 "You Zounderkite! We could have just walked out of here. Now we have to fight our way out!" Sebastian draws his daggers, and moves towards the stairwell to cut off the Dragonborn's escape, and give himself an easy out if he needs it.

Initiative: 17

(For those of you who have been rolling on your own, in the reply box the farthest right icon is a built in dice roller you can use)

(EDIT: Also could we get a quick description of the battlefield, and where everyone is positioned relative to each other?)

Initiative:10

just know that Sam does not have the brain cell.

Sariel's Initiative: 12

Sariel's hand begins to flit through a sequence of gestures, and a mote of flame begins to crackle in her palm. Her eyes go wide; this is not the day she was expecting to have in the slightest.

Alleys initiative: 17

Alley had donned her equipment along with the rest of the prisoners. Seeing things going downhill, she dedicates her mace to her lady and moves to get in there.

Ok, so what’s the result of my terrible attempt at attacking? And what’s the order?

The order of our characters with their initiative score is:

Sariel (21)
Alley (20)
Sebastian (17)
Johan (15)
Sam (10)
Mislynn (8)
Kotch (5)