OOC: you can see I'm lucky when I manage to get twice a "1" in only one turn ^^
The advisor was thinking. The battle had been a disaster... Damn civilians. Fleeing instead of fighting - they did'nt even try to get in formation. And the captain Whittaker... If Shootandrun survived and managed to get back to friendly territory, the first thing he was going to do was executing the bastard. He looked around. The village was behind, the sea was in front. No possible escape on foot. In what remained on the docks, there was the gnolls ships... And two baleners! A plan was formed in the mind of the advisor. Whispering to the other prisonners, he said:
"Men... Hear me! I know I got you into trouble, but I need you to listen! See those baleners, at fifty feets? None of you can pilot them, eh?"
The others shook their heads. Of course they did'nt. They were militians or guards, for the best part.
"Well I can, and I can do it well! If we manage to get to these ships and take control of them, we could go away! But there's even better. There are oil lamps on these ships, all lit. If we use them to set their fleet on fire, they won't be able to get after us..."
The others started listening well. They wanted to get back to their families - and the advisor could help them. Shootandrun smiled, and added something.
"...And if one of you manage to set the nearest house on fire, I'll give him the rank of the captain Whittaker when we get back home!"
He had said that because if he managed to set the village on fire, he could say the battle was a relative success - after all, if everything went well, the fleet would loose only one balener, and the gnolls would have lost both their fleet and their village.
"Alright, listen to me. There are only four guards - and they have harpoons. Gnolls don't run fast. At three, we run towards the baleners, we get in the nearest and throw the guards overboard - there's only two, I don't think they like the smell - you throw lit oil lamps (as much as possible) on the near ships, and if we have a brave, he goes to the nearest house and sets it on fire - we'll wait for him. If there are weapons on the ships - harpoons, knives, axes, bows, anything - you take them and you defend yourselves against potential attackers. Every one ok with this plan? It's our only hope."
No one had objections. They were still working a little bit, but you could see they were getting ready to run.
"Perfect. One. Two. Three."