Braided Quarterstaff
This magical quarterstaff is made of a tightly knit length of braided rope. As a bonus action, you can speak the weapon’s command word to release its knotted form and loosen it into a 50-foot length of hempen rope. Speaking the command word again causes the rope to tighten back up into the quarterstaff. If a creature is restrained by the rope when you speak its command word, the rope tightens around the creature but does not crush it. Once tightened in this way, the restrained creature or an adjacent ally can use an action to escape following a successful DC 15 Strength or Dexterity check (their choice).
Tying an object no larger than six inches on a side to the end of the rope does not prevent it from reforming into the quarterstaff. The rope can only be broken by magical means. If broken, the rope cannot be transformed back into a quarterstaff.
"Hey. You. Jackass. Wake up." He felt a sudden kick in his side as he began to regain consciousness. Bradley DeChaude came to a bleary state of wakefulness. His head throbbed and he couldn't move. Slowly, he mustered the strength to survey his situation. He was in a dingy ship cabin, lit only by a handful of oil lamps, with a rather belligerent human woman standing over him. She held a dagger in her hand and pointed it at him. "Talk, idiot. Tell me what you were doing on my ship," she said. "That's Sire Idiot, to you miss. I happened to have fought in the dragon wars," said Sire Bradley, a smoldering smirk curling on his bloodied lip. "Oh, what an honor," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. Her arms were now crossed, but the dagger still glinted at Bradley in the cabin's dim light. The woman muttered a single word that he couldn't fully understand, and the ropes around him began to tighten. He coughed from the strain. "I was simply looking for a place to spend the evening, and your bed seemed like the perfect place to do it." Bradley took a wheezing breath before continuing, "I meant no harm by it. In fact, I'd think you should be excited at the suggestion. Most are." The woman's disgusted look turned to a scowl before softening into an insincere, apologetic expression. "Oh! Well, I'm so sorry, Sire! Here I thought you were here to rob me blind. Here, let me untie you." Much to his surprise, the woman began to untangle his restraints. She held a single end of it, spoke another word, and the rope uncoiled the rest of itself from him and into her hand. It looked like the staff she had hit him with from before. She helped him stand to his feet, dusted his coat off, and continued. "Lucky for you, Sire, we only keep persons prisoner on this ship, not pigs. So, we'll be lettin' you go." She gave a fake smile and adjusted her hand on the quarterstaff's grip. Bradley was aghast. "What? I'm sorry, miss, I think you misspo-" A familiar crack to the side of his throbbing head cut him short, and darkness reclaimed him.