Truk: With the sailor who went overboard: Helping the sailor up onto deck he gives him a couple pats on the arm "Sorry about that mate, I saw you there and wouldn't have hit ya. Just like to keep in shape in ya know? Looks like we got you out just in time huh? There's some big creatures in the sea! Truly amazing. Maybe sometime you can share some stories of sea creatures with me over a pint?"
With Era earlier: Accepting the piece of fruit "Well, I'm not sure I could say you remind me of any specific animal. It was more of just a sense. I think we both like bears though. They are very noble, strong and fiercely protective"
With Gustov earlier: Feeling duly chastened for scaring the poor sailor I follow Gustov and hear him out nodding in agreement. "OK buddy. You got it! I'll be sure to keep him at arms distance."
Now: Walking with Era to dinner he recognizes the look Gustov gives him and says to Era "Think maybe the crew would tell us some stories of their time on the sea? Then Gustov could have a few more minutes of stargazing?"
Gustav stealthily avoids the gaze of the sleeping seagulls, as no one is above deck at this point. Everyone is too busy below waiting to eat their meat and potatoes, afterall it was rare that the captain let them break out the special spices! Gustav would find the door quite unlocked. The Captain apparently left it that way when he wasn't personally inside, or did he?
If Gustav chose to enter, he would be greeted by a brightly lit room, candles on almost every wall, and atop the desk. Also atop the desk were many many shipping manifests, cargo lists, and other such documents. The desk was made of the finest oak, and gilded with gold filigree. Behind it looked to be the most comfortable chair Gustav had ever laid his eyes on, it begged the weary bottom to sit upon it and relax in it's soft, magical glow. The seat was likely enchanted in some way. To the right was a wall-table, with a thick paneling on the side facing the door, a few tawdry sheets lay beneath it, as if tossed there idly, or perhaps intently, a faint magical glow could also be seen beneath them. Many pictures hung upon the walls, some of them depicting Dense Jungles, others various ports Alderlock had likely came to be at at some point. The wood here seemed to be finer than even the outside, as if many master carpenters had worked their magic here. Tucked into a hidden corner was a luxurious feather-canopy bed, it also glowed with the light hum of magic, another enchanted piece of furniture.
At the foot of the bed was a footlocker mad entirely of steel, a rarity, considering how uncommon steel was as a resource, especially out here. Large paned windows filled most of the backside of the room, revealing the dark ocean behind the ship, another soft glow of magic, though htis time was obvious, it perpetually made the view clear.. likely to aid in watching pursuers despite the weather. A few other comfy looking chairs also sat to the right of the desk, more soft magical glowing.
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Below decks, the crew waited hungrily for the guests on their ship to begin eating, as it was improper tradition, considering this was a celebration.
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At the realization Gustav hesitates at the door for at least a few seconds. 'Should I take this as another jest or a challenge, my good captain?'He thought. His smirk quickly fell as he decided to enter inside for a look around. As the door is slid just closed enough to make its openness imperceptible. 'Business has indeed been good. Too good for an ordinary transport vessel But nothing truly damning. Yet.'He thought, eyes narrowing after spying the third magically enchanted item in the room.
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His tail began to more frequently dance behind him. Scowling at first, then with a sigh, Gustav makes his choice. He keeps his distance but narrows his magical focus twice over (6 seconds each) to try and pick up the magical school's were bound to the chair and bed, then tries to slip back out, door again closed fully on his way out. Looking up to the sky, he mouths something along the lines of 'So close' before straightening his posture, brushing off any lint, and make his way downstairs.
Should nothing bad had happened in the time he was gone, Gustav smiles apologetically to all as he made his way to his seat. "So, so, sorry my friends. When the heavens answer, we Tabaxi find it hard to not heed the call."He chuckles. "I'm sure you all have your own special traditions as well." He settles in next to Truk and starts to fiddle with his fork and knife. Snails crawled faster than he did when it came to just cutting into any meat dishes. And after, he gets the feeling to ramble again, telling the story of his time getting chased by cannibal duergar in the underdark. Never once taking a bite or drink, except from his personal flask hidden in a coat pocket.
Truk after stalling all he can asking the crew for stories and trying to get Era to join in the stalling he finally see Gustov coming down. He's saved a place for his friend on his right with (hopefully) Era on his left. Rubbing my hands together in anticipation of the meal to come says "Alright! Looks like a fine feast!" nodding to the cook "Good job!"
Being totally psyched to dig in he see's Gustov pulling his paranoid routine and remembers his earlier warning and his face falls. He flashes to memories of a child not wanting to eat the various roots served with dinner and starts cutting up his meal into small pieces and pushing them to the outside of the plate so it looks like he ate something. He leans in close to Era and whispers "Be careful with what you eat and drink. Gustov has his whiskers twitching" He then nudges Gustov and hold his hand out for his flask.
"Oooh, a bear yeah! Bears are pretty sweet! I used to know this bear, her name was Tyra, and she had two adorable little cubs, Lilo and Milo, and--" She continued rambling on about bears for a good five minutes before stopping herself mid story, her cheeks going pink in embarrassment. "Pff-- Sorry, I grew up around woodland creatures, they have such interesting stories! I kinda miss them though... Anyways, I'd say you remind me of a bear too: you look a little mean, no offense, but you probably have a big heart somewhere under all that fur. You probably give great hugs too!" The genasi laughs. Their conversation would lead more into Era talking about her woodland friends that she had left behind, most notably Gus the shrew and Tod the fox before Era finishes her pineapple and readies herself to go on the top deck.
Era needs a pirate translator:
The genasi seemed very much overjoyed at the pirate man knowing her father, taking out her mothers journal and flipping it over to the back to start scribbling away at the information he was giving her. She would very much struggle in understanding as his accent was thick, but managed to get important tid-bits down (thank you brian) and thanked the sailor with a big ol' hug in appreciation!
Stargazing and dinner:
Era was none the wiser and played along with Truk, not even knowing she was playing along honestly, simply enjoying talking and learning the stories of the others who were on board the ship. As they finished up the conversations with the pirates, Era kept herself close to the giant, finding herself more comfortable with him and Gustav more than anyone else (aside from Burgee, in which wherever Burgee was she would pull them to sit next to her, if they joined everyone for dinner of course) on this ship. She very gladly takes a sit beside Truk, forcing a smile as she looked down at the meal they provided them. So much... Meat... The girl continued smiling even when the goliath had warned her of what she ate. Thank you, Truk, but I wasn't gonna eat it anyways!
She clears her throat and nervously asks a sailor nearby in a hushed tone. "I apologize if this inconveniences any of you, the food smells delicious! But, um... Would you all happen to have... Something... Not made of meat?" She gives him a crooked smile.
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As Gustav scrutinized the relaxing looking furniture, he could tell that they were enchanted with enchantment magic, the bed, enchanted with sleeping magics, the chairs were a bit charming in their enchantments. It seemed they were meant to soothe. Perhaps the captain suffered from sleeping issues, or perhaps even physical pains? Regardless, once Gustav made his way downstairs, the captain, looking moderately normal would shout Noice o' ye tae finally join us! Had to water the ocean 'afore ye came down eh? and once Gustav took his seat, the captain would shout, arms spread, and jovial expression crossing his face.
The many sailors settled down, as they all looked at the captain. A few, friendly, jabs at the captains pride were hurled as they all were waiting to eat, before Gustav finally broke the guest rule, and they all let out a cheer, and began to hungrily dig into their meals.
This 'ere be our thousandth voyage. We've been moar successful than most of our trade. We been lucky, nary a poirate attack, nor a beasty has e'er attacked and assailed our vessel. We've all amassed small fortunes, enough fer us all tae retire comfortably, in whatever form ye be choosin'! These be our final guests aboard the Black Jeager, and tis why i authorized the use of o' the spoices we bought nary a decade ago. Tonight we feast, fer there is but one final voyage after this fer me. As I be sayin, I am gonna retire in Nyanzaru, and live out the rest o me days with some dwarven whores to keep me warm at night! That elicited a mixture of laughter, and jests at the captains behalf as food hung from sailors lips, still being devoured, as mugs of ale were clattered together in a 'cheers' with each-other. No one seemed to be paying any real attention to the party. As ye all ken, our Helmsman Viktor, will be takin' over as cap'n once we reach port back the way. Another cheer rang up, as jovial hugging and masculine shoving of Viktor ensued.
The sailors had enjoyed their conversations with both Truk and Era, or just listening in, as they had never heard two people go on so long about animals in their lives. Alderlock finally shuffling down to grab his own plate, and shuffled his way to the party's table. Plopping down, his plate of course being the most grand just as Era makes her request, and he chuckled as he called out to the chef Bring out yer finest honey-apples then! Tonight is a night of celebration, but for the success of our journey this time, and the success of our crew!
It didn't take long before the request was fulfilled. A plate full of cooked, honey-apples that let off the mixed, sweet scents of granny smiths, with the wild scent of honey as it was placed in front of the Genasi. Alderlock smiled at them . Even as he began to eat himself 11 he noticed that Truk and Gustav weren't truly eating, and he seemed almost wounded. Well, y'er gonna let yer hosts food go tae waste eh? if so atleast pass me yer hamshanks. I've got enough room for that. But please! Dig in! he'd say, raching over, takign a sliced chunk of ham from Gustavs plate and devoured it heartily, as the parties food was the freshest from the oven. His face contorted in pleasure as he savored the mixture of flavors before going back to dig into his own plate C'mon now, don't ruin me retirement celebration!
Truk: Seeing the captain take food from Gustov plate and eat it, his hunger wins out over the possibility that there's something wrong with the food and he happily digs in.
Era was quite relieved at the sailors so willingly bringing her a plate of-- HONEY APPLES?! The genasi threw Truk's suggestion to watch what she eats off the ship and goes to TOWN on those apples, giving them a thank you in the most sing-song voice possible while she stuffed her face full with the fruit.
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Gustav perked up at the news. His intense interest would account for in part the slow progress in cutting into his meal. "Hm? Mn. Oh sure. I'm sorry captain. Though I hate to admit it, I've been feeling just a little under weather, as the humans like to say."He smiles plaintively then glances over to Truk. "Sorry, if my -- oh... well then."He chuckles. "Glad to see I didn't completely kill the mood for you, my boy."Gustav adds, sounding genuine for all intents and purposes before sighing and turning back to the captain.
"Not to be a party pooper on such an occasion. But if your cook can perhaps prepare something a little less rich for me, I think I can stomach it. Maybe soup?"He asks, and if request accepted, he indeed takes some tentative sips at it so long as the taste/scent is not too strong. On occasion he finds himself staring wistfully to some of the spread before muttering a complaint under his breathe about "of all the times, stomach". He tries to make up for it again by shifting his off again on again story to one of the distance past involving the grand escape from the underdark. "It was just three of us in the end. Monty the bold, and Perry... the prick. *snickers* Lost track of how many hours that we ran for dodging traps and cloakers and all kinds of strange creatures along the way..."And he goes on to say until it looks like his rambling story is less than appreciated with the captain being the man of the hour.
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The aromas of the galley reach into Burgee's dreams as he awakes and finds himself... caged and cuffed? Squawk!"Where the...?" Burgee pops up, but too high and bangs his head on the cage. He looks around. He's not alone down here, wherever down here is. Talking to some of the others he finds that the Captain had him dropped off the night before. There must have been some spell or something for all he recalls was drifting off after helping the mage calm the storm. I've got to find a way out of here, he thinks. He concentrates a moment, and says a few short words as he reaches his hands in a motion to summon Mage Hand to reach across the room to open the cabinet he sees that may contain the key. But as the hand comes into being, it smacks him in the face rather than doing his bidding. What? He looks down at his manacles and notices a slight glow. These must contain some sort of magic, he says to himself.
"So... manual labor it is," he says aloud. Reaching into his pack he grabs a lock pick from his tool set and attempts to delicately bump the pins in the lock, but with his two hands shackled together he's unable to be as nimble as he needs to open the door. (Sleight of Hand: 15)
He looks at the prisoner nearest him. "How did we get here? Are there any guards or anything that may come by? We must find a way out. I have to warn my friend."
Alderlock seemed to perk up when Truk dug-in, and brightened even more when Era began to eat her sweet-apples. Digging into his own meal, grease, and lard, and spices gettign stuck on the dwarfs beard around his mouth as he feasted. The air was Jovial, everyone was celebrating around them all, though Alderlock kept a close watch on everyone at the table even as he feasted. Eventually some broth with potatoes and a few random vegetable scraps were given to Gustav, the cook saying Sorry guv, it was all I could make wifout breaking into another barrel n' bein wasteful. The soup looked generally appealing.. not exactly a meal you'd order but would probably eat if it was offered to you, or around.
Some sailors enjoyed the cats tales, the rest seemed distracted, or anxious about something but they all dug in regardless. The feasting continues for an hour or so, before the captain stands up, heading to one of the tables, and climbing atop it.
Me fine crew, and our most esteemed guests. We welcome ye tae our foin ship. This truly is me last voyage. I've lived a long, prosperous life. Made a mountain o' gold 'nuff so twuld make even a dragon jealous! the crew laugh rapaciously as they nodded their heads Aye, some o' ye ave made quite a few coppers in y'er loives too! But I digress. We go through all this show and dance, regardless o' me retirement or not. Either way. Mister Goliath, and Mrs Gensasi. I appreciate your patronage. Perhaps if ye were of a different persuasion, we'd be business partners. But the way ye answered me questions back in Nyanzaru.. tells me yer quite against the idea o' slavery. Perhaps I could 'ave interested ye in me stock if ye were, we have quite the selection.... But alas, tis neither here nor there. I am a dwarf afterall, and we naturally ignore poisons quite well... and I've made meself immune to it over the last thirty or so years... makes it really easy tae lower your enemies guard when you eat the food they are suspicious of! Harhar! The effects should be starting to hit ye now...
Truk and Era, you may RP in response to this, and then make a DC 14 CON save. However this is a special poison that attacks the mind, so add 1 point to your DC check for every point in INT you have over 10. (EG 11 IN = +1 to the DC)
Gustav, if you ate. You have the equivalent of 2 turns and then you must make the same check with the same rules.
If you fail your check, you are both paralyzed and asleep. If someone wakes you up you can then make a saving throw per turn (in which case you'd roll initiative to determine when this occors) to attempt to break out of the paralysis.
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Below decks, soft groans echo through the ships sub-level, and cargo-bay. Burgee is in utter darkness, aside from a few distant candles that offer no light beyond their immediate area.. acting more like stars, than anything else. Burgee is now aware he is inside of a steel cage. The other captives voices are all gutteral, or exotic, lending him to believe they are all less-than-human type beings. Burgee had been close to getting the manacles undone the first time but had not quite twisted or shifted the right way. He can always keep trying.
As Burgee asks around, he notices a slight echo, meaning this room is wide, open, and hollow. From behind him, several feet away, a deep, rumbling female voice responds There are no guards.... They don't need to... I'm sure you know now, but if you cast magic, it backfires... and only hurts you, even the mundane ones that don't normally hurt... heh.. i tried to cast light once, only to blind myself... heh.. and they keep our cages apart so we cannot help eachother... Keep trying friend.. but we have already given up.. we can't seem to break our bonds.. they keep us underfed and perpetually awake... we're too exhausted...we can barely move...
With that Burgee heard a sigh of dissonance, the other party giving into their self pity.
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There was a funny feeling at the pit of the genasi's stomach, Era dropping the apple she was just about to bite into to rub a hand at her abdomen before the dwarf had spoke. She watched him with wide eyes, hazed in fear, her vision soon enough going blurry before she face planted into the plate of lies.
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"Awk, Stay positive. You can do it!" Burgee says into the darkness. He calms himself and tries again to pick his locks, but in the dim light is unable to find his way around the devices. (Sleight of Hand: 8)
Truk: I feel a small little tingle as I eat, and let out a loud burp, that I think is maybe just due to being out on the sea and the "Fine Rich Food" the captain has served us. Then I see Era face plant while leaning over for another bite of apple, her fork barely missing her soft cheek as the remaining apples go shooting off her plate. Having received his first ever Genasi hug from her, and realizing that Gustov was right once again I draw both axes, launching at the captain yelling out "You Slimy ****er! You're going to wish I had pulled off your arms!"
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Gustav loses himself partway into the story. So, it takes a few seconds before realizing the soup was for him. "'preciated, my boy.'preciated."He smiles disarmingly, and starts ladling his soup around. Noting some had been enjoying his story, he launches back into it without much thought further paid to the soup. After all, how could he abandon such a captive audience! While taking care to keep from his face, the anxious look about others too drew attention. Odd considering the good news about the captain. Unless...
The story continues but now the back of Gustav's mind is busy, and belly empty of anything but the contents of his own flask. Of the weapons on hand, only his daggers, and folded up hand crossbow could be carried on his person without being excessive. The rest of his gear, Rosebud -- all of it was back in the room. Just as his mind moved towards numbers and exits until the captain calls for attention in his own way.
"Yes, well, about that--" Close to the time it takes for Era to fall, Gustav tries to catch the captain in the gut if next to him with one dagger. Or if not, flings it a more slender, throwing dagger towards the head of the storm mage if visible from a sleeve before springing onto his own chair, then back flip off it at least a foot or two away in a disengaging maneuver. "As I've warned you, captain. I've done this song and dance before... And I was not lying before, good captain. This betrayal will not go unpunished."He calls out the dwarf as Truk moved to engage him. Meanwhile, he continues to hop from one foot to the next placing further distance between himself and the crew.
Dagger Throw: 21 Damage: 11(sneak attack included) at the storm mage (or captain if mage not visible).
Bonus Action: Disengage & using feline agility to get 60ft away/closer to his room.
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Combat will take place in Blocks. with the players being the start/end of each block. to keep it simple, using 6 people. 3 players, and 3 enemies. if the initiative order is: Enemy, Player1, enemy enemy, Player2, Player3. this is how it would break down.
Enemy, Player1 after player 1 posts, then Enemy, Enemy, Player 2, Player 3 after player 3 posts, it restarts. I will highlight in bold text who's 'block' it is every time, to keep it simple, this was just a tutorial.
Every full round, Burgee can make an attempt to escape. Burgee can RP as much as he wishes at any point though. Melee range is within 1 hex of a target.
The captain guffaws at the threat, drawing his shortswords just as a dagger flies by his head, to slice harshly into the Mages shoulder who cries out in pain, but growls his defiance, just as the Tabaxi all but literally flies away like a cheetah How the ****... he manages to say before Gustav is already nearly back to the rooms to collect his 'things.' Gustav himself finds no true difficulty traversing the path, though he isn't anymore nimble than any other tabaxi would be in this situation as he dodges around the corners and obstacles.
17 hears the beginning of a fight, and having been tense, is far more than ready to spring into action... just as he draws his longsword, Gustav goes flying past him the Tabaxi still running by, pursues him, running just beside the Gustav as he begins to slow down from his initial burst of speed, and once in range, takes a slashing swipe at Gustav's back, both hands on the hilt.
Attack: 15 Damage: 6
The disadvantage of chasing his target allowing Gustav to just barely dodge the swing (You may counter ((remember my rules if melee misses!)) at disadvantage due to running, or shove with advantage -eg using the momentum to 'judo throw' him over you' vs his Athletics of 10-)
Alderlock, in the middle of his guffawing see's Truks attack, and attempt to Parry it, but fails, and the axe sinks deep into his hip, however his Riposte blocks the other oncoming attack with ease, his sword sliding along the axe-blade, attempting to counter-stab into Truk
Attack: 14 Damage: 7 dealing ...1 damage as it slides across Truk's arm, but is stopped by Truk's raw muscle.
The Helmsman draws his heavy-crossbow, and lines his sights for the enraged barbarian, taking the shot
Attack: 8 Damage: 52
The bolt sailing just past the captains head, causing him to shout at the helmsman to Watch where the bloody **** yer aimin, you daft shite! You lot! Go after the cat! Aldrlock shouts to those near his Helmsman, all of whom Dash down the hallway ((7, 6, 8, 9, 14, 10, 13, 12 run down the hallway))
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(Instead of a shove, can I do this instead?)
Ducking just in time to avoid the cut, Gustav's counters by using quick and nimble fingers to slip his attacker's belt right off him. (Sleight of Hand: 12, presumably still at disadvantage). Whether the slaver notices in time or not to keep from tripping up next time, he continues to disengage from the fight on one way course for his room with his prize in hand. As soon as he's passed the door frame at least, he drops the belt and pulls rosebud out from his back off to the side -- a little insurance much like his pack set to the side for such emergencies.
(Ending at 23-J, I think to be just past the door on the grid)
Bonus Action: Cunning Action: Disengage(if necessary), and if not dash instead.
Action:Dash(if necessary to reach the room), and if not ready to stab a *****. The first ***** to step into his range.
Indeed, Gustav had to dash, as the buckle falls down, knocking 17 prone, and using the rest of his movement to get back up. Gustav successfully makes it to his room, and is able to grab his things.
The storm mage now even more angry, having a dagger stuck in his shoulder, begins to channel arcane energy, wind and lightning surge around him as he casts Witch Bolt at Truk, at 5th level Attack: 18 Damage: 37
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His spell goes awry, the dagger must have dug at a nerve at just the right time in his motions, causing the spell to explode in an Area of 30 feet around him, hitting himself as well.. hitting 1, 2, 3, 15, 16, 19, Era, Alderlock, and Truk, all for 33 damage (apply resistances if any) for 33 Lightning Damage. Blasting the table into splinters, as well as the floor, walls, and roof.
The roof splinters off into the sky, as the floor collapses beneath the group, creating a massive circular hole, Slaver 11 is knocked back and impaled by multiple utensils, dying ineffectually as his body roasts over the grill. This damage wakes Era up, though she still suffers from being Paralyzed. 1, 2, 3, 15, 16, 19, Era, Alderlock, and Truk all fall through the floor, thirty feet down.
Everyone takes splinter-piercing damage of 4 (apply resistances if any)
Everyone except for Era will roll an acrobatics check (DC 13) if they pass the save, they take no damage, if they fail the save, they take 14 bludgeoning damage. Era automatically fails due to paralysis, but may make her save for paralysis again, DC 16 CON save. Above decks, an alarmed cry comes from the floor above, as the Helmsman and the two others who barely escaped look down into the dark hole filled with the trapped slaves, and cages below. Regardless of a passed or failed save, you are knocked prone (barring a nat 20)
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Th massive explosion of force is heard throughout the ship, the slaves in their cages begin to wake up, their manacles glowing faintly, Burgee, see's a bit more light in the direction of his friends, as they all fall down.
Truk: With the sailor who went overboard: Helping the sailor up onto deck he gives him a couple pats on the arm "Sorry about that mate, I saw you there and wouldn't have hit ya. Just like to keep in shape in ya know? Looks like we got you out just in time huh? There's some big creatures in the sea! Truly amazing. Maybe sometime you can share some stories of sea creatures with me over a pint?"
With Era earlier: Accepting the piece of fruit "Well, I'm not sure I could say you remind me of any specific animal. It was more of just a sense. I think we both like bears though. They are very noble, strong and fiercely protective"
With Gustov earlier: Feeling duly chastened for scaring the poor sailor I follow Gustov and hear him out nodding in agreement. "OK buddy. You got it! I'll be sure to keep him at arms distance."
Now: Walking with Era to dinner he recognizes the look Gustov gives him and says to Era "Think maybe the crew would tell us some stories of their time on the sea? Then Gustov could have a few more minutes of stargazing?"
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
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Gustav stealthily avoids the gaze of the sleeping seagulls, as no one is above deck at this point. Everyone is too busy below waiting to eat their meat and potatoes, afterall it was rare that the captain let them break out the special spices! Gustav would find the door quite unlocked. The Captain apparently left it that way when he wasn't personally inside, or did he?
If Gustav chose to enter, he would be greeted by a brightly lit room, candles on almost every wall, and atop the desk. Also atop the desk were many many shipping manifests, cargo lists, and other such documents. The desk was made of the finest oak, and gilded with gold filigree. Behind it looked to be the most comfortable chair Gustav had ever laid his eyes on, it begged the weary bottom to sit upon it and relax in it's soft, magical glow. The seat was likely enchanted in some way. To the right was a wall-table, with a thick paneling on the side facing the door, a few tawdry sheets lay beneath it, as if tossed there idly, or perhaps intently, a faint magical glow could also be seen beneath them. Many pictures hung upon the walls, some of them depicting Dense Jungles, others various ports Alderlock had likely came to be at at some point. The wood here seemed to be finer than even the outside, as if many master carpenters had worked their magic here. Tucked into a hidden corner was a luxurious feather-canopy bed, it also glowed with the light hum of magic, another enchanted piece of furniture.
At the foot of the bed was a footlocker mad entirely of steel, a rarity, considering how uncommon steel was as a resource, especially out here. Large paned windows filled most of the backside of the room, revealing the dark ocean behind the ship, another soft glow of magic, though htis time was obvious, it perpetually made the view clear.. likely to aid in watching pursuers despite the weather. A few other comfy looking chairs also sat to the right of the desk, more soft magical glowing.
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Below decks, the crew waited hungrily for the guests on their ship to begin eating, as it was improper tradition, considering this was a celebration.
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At the realization Gustav hesitates at the door for at least a few seconds. 'Should I take this as another jest or a challenge, my good captain?' He thought. His smirk quickly fell as he decided to enter inside for a look around. As the door is slid just closed enough to make its openness imperceptible. 'Business has indeed been good. Too good for an ordinary transport vessel But nothing truly damning. Yet.' He thought, eyes narrowing after spying the third magically enchanted item in the room.
???(DC 15): 15.
His tail began to more frequently dance behind him. Scowling at first, then with a sigh, Gustav makes his choice. He keeps his distance but narrows his magical focus twice over (6 seconds each) to try and pick up the magical school's were bound to the chair and bed, then tries to slip back out, door again closed fully on his way out. Looking up to the sky, he mouths something along the lines of 'So close' before straightening his posture, brushing off any lint, and make his way downstairs.
Should nothing bad had happened in the time he was gone, Gustav smiles apologetically to all as he made his way to his seat. "So, so, sorry my friends. When the heavens answer, we Tabaxi find it hard to not heed the call." He chuckles. "I'm sure you all have your own special traditions as well." He settles in next to Truk and starts to fiddle with his fork and knife. Snails crawled faster than he did when it came to just cutting into any meat dishes. And after, he gets the feeling to ramble again, telling the story of his time getting chased by cannibal duergar in the underdark. Never once taking a bite or drink, except from his personal flask hidden in a coat pocket.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Truk after stalling all he can asking the crew for stories and trying to get Era to join in the stalling he finally see Gustov coming down. He's saved a place for his friend on his right with (hopefully) Era on his left. Rubbing my hands together in anticipation of the meal to come says "Alright! Looks like a fine feast!" nodding to the cook "Good job!"
Being totally psyched to dig in he see's Gustov pulling his paranoid routine and remembers his earlier warning and his face falls. He flashes to memories of a child not wanting to eat the various roots served with dinner and starts cutting up his meal into small pieces and pushing them to the outside of the plate so it looks like he ate something. He leans in close to Era and whispers "Be careful with what you eat and drink. Gustov has his whiskers twitching" He then nudges Gustov and hold his hand out for his flask.
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Breakfast Club with Truk:
"Oooh, a bear yeah! Bears are pretty sweet! I used to know this bear, her name was Tyra, and she had two adorable little cubs, Lilo and Milo, and--" She continued rambling on about bears for a good five minutes before stopping herself mid story, her cheeks going pink in embarrassment. "Pff-- Sorry, I grew up around woodland creatures, they have such interesting stories! I kinda miss them though... Anyways, I'd say you remind me of a bear too: you look a little mean, no offense, but you probably have a big heart somewhere under all that fur. You probably give great hugs too!" The genasi laughs. Their conversation would lead more into Era talking about her woodland friends that she had left behind, most notably Gus the shrew and Tod the fox before Era finishes her pineapple and readies herself to go on the top deck.
Era needs a pirate translator:
The genasi seemed very much overjoyed at the pirate man knowing her father, taking out her mothers journal and flipping it over to the back to start scribbling away at the information he was giving her. She would very much struggle in understanding as his accent was thick, but managed to get important tid-bits down
(thank you brian)and thanked the sailor with a big ol' hug in appreciation!Stargazing and dinner:
Era was none the wiser and played along with Truk, not even knowing she was playing along honestly, simply enjoying talking and learning the stories of the others who were on board the ship. As they finished up the conversations with the pirates, Era kept herself close to the giant, finding herself more comfortable with him and Gustav more than anyone else (aside from Burgee, in which wherever Burgee was she would pull them to sit next to her, if they joined everyone for dinner of course) on this ship. She very gladly takes a sit beside Truk, forcing a smile as she looked down at the meal they provided them. So much... Meat... The girl continued smiling even when the goliath had warned her of what she ate. Thank you, Truk, but I wasn't gonna eat it anyways!
She clears her throat and nervously asks a sailor nearby in a hushed tone. "I apologize if this inconveniences any of you, the food smells delicious! But, um... Would you all happen to have... Something... Not made of meat?" She gives him a crooked smile.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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As Gustav scrutinized the relaxing looking furniture, he could tell that they were enchanted with enchantment magic, the bed, enchanted with sleeping magics, the chairs were a bit charming in their enchantments. It seemed they were meant to soothe. Perhaps the captain suffered from sleeping issues, or perhaps even physical pains? Regardless, once Gustav made his way downstairs, the captain, looking moderately normal would shout Noice o' ye tae finally join us! Had to water the ocean 'afore ye came down eh? and once Gustav took his seat, the captain would shout, arms spread, and jovial expression crossing his face.
The many sailors settled down, as they all looked at the captain. A few, friendly, jabs at the captains pride were hurled as they all were waiting to eat, before Gustav finally broke the guest rule, and they all let out a cheer, and began to hungrily dig into their meals.
This 'ere be our thousandth voyage. We've been moar successful than most of our trade. We been lucky, nary a poirate attack, nor a beasty has e'er attacked and assailed our vessel. We've all amassed small fortunes, enough fer us all tae retire comfortably, in whatever form ye be choosin'! These be our final guests aboard the Black Jeager, and tis why i authorized the use of o' the spoices we bought nary a decade ago. Tonight we feast, fer there is but one final voyage after this fer me. As I be sayin, I am gonna retire in Nyanzaru, and live out the rest o me days with some dwarven whores to keep me warm at night! That elicited a mixture of laughter, and jests at the captains behalf as food hung from sailors lips, still being devoured, as mugs of ale were clattered together in a 'cheers' with each-other. No one seemed to be paying any real attention to the party. As ye all ken, our Helmsman Viktor, will be takin' over as cap'n once we reach port back the way. Another cheer rang up, as jovial hugging and masculine shoving of Viktor ensued.
The sailors had enjoyed their conversations with both Truk and Era, or just listening in, as they had never heard two people go on so long about animals in their lives. Alderlock finally shuffling down to grab his own plate, and shuffled his way to the party's table. Plopping down, his plate of course being the most grand just as Era makes her request, and he chuckled as he called out to the chef Bring out yer finest honey-apples then! Tonight is a night of celebration, but for the success of our journey this time, and the success of our crew!
It didn't take long before the request was fulfilled. A plate full of cooked, honey-apples that let off the mixed, sweet scents of granny smiths, with the wild scent of honey as it was placed in front of the Genasi. Alderlock smiled at them . Even as he began to eat himself 11 he noticed that Truk and Gustav weren't truly eating, and he seemed almost wounded. Well, y'er gonna let yer hosts food go tae waste eh? if so atleast pass me yer hamshanks. I've got enough room for that. But please! Dig in! he'd say, raching over, takign a sliced chunk of ham from Gustavs plate and devoured it heartily, as the parties food was the freshest from the oven. His face contorted in pleasure as he savored the mixture of flavors before going back to dig into his own plate C'mon now, don't ruin me retirement celebration!
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Truk: Seeing the captain take food from Gustov plate and eat it, his hunger wins out over the possibility that there's something wrong with the food and he happily digs in.
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Era was quite relieved at the sailors so willingly bringing her a plate of-- HONEY APPLES?! The genasi threw Truk's suggestion to watch what she eats off the ship and goes to TOWN on those apples, giving them a thank you in the most sing-song voice possible while she stuffed her face full with the fruit.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Gustav perked up at the news. His intense interest would account for in part the slow progress in cutting into his meal. "Hm? Mn. Oh sure. I'm sorry captain. Though I hate to admit it, I've been feeling just a little under weather, as the humans like to say." He smiles plaintively then glances over to Truk. "Sorry, if my -- oh... well then." He chuckles. "Glad to see I didn't completely kill the mood for you, my boy." Gustav adds, sounding genuine for all intents and purposes before sighing and turning back to the captain.
"Not to be a party pooper on such an occasion. But if your cook can perhaps prepare something a little less rich for me, I think I can stomach it. Maybe soup?" He asks, and if request accepted, he indeed takes some tentative sips at it so long as the taste/scent is not too strong. On occasion he finds himself staring wistfully to some of the spread before muttering a complaint under his breathe about "of all the times, stomach". He tries to make up for it again by shifting his off again on again story to one of the distance past involving the grand escape from the underdark. "It was just three of us in the end. Monty the bold, and Perry... the prick. *snickers* Lost track of how many hours that we ran for dodging traps and cloakers and all kinds of strange creatures along the way..." And he goes on to say until it looks like his rambling story is less than appreciated with the captain being the man of the hour.
Performance: 6.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
The aromas of the galley reach into Burgee's dreams as he awakes and finds himself... caged and cuffed? Squawk! "Where the...?" Burgee pops up, but too high and bangs his head on the cage. He looks around. He's not alone down here, wherever down here is. Talking to some of the others he finds that the Captain had him dropped off the night before. There must have been some spell or something for all he recalls was drifting off after helping the mage calm the storm. I've got to find a way out of here, he thinks. He concentrates a moment, and says a few short words as he reaches his hands in a motion to summon Mage Hand to reach across the room to open the cabinet he sees that may contain the key. But as the hand comes into being, it smacks him in the face rather than doing his bidding. What? He looks down at his manacles and notices a slight glow. These must contain some sort of magic, he says to himself.
"So... manual labor it is," he says aloud. Reaching into his pack he grabs a lock pick from his tool set and attempts to delicately bump the pins in the lock, but with his two hands shackled together he's unable to be as nimble as he needs to open the door. (Sleight of Hand: 15)
He looks at the prisoner nearest him. "How did we get here? Are there any guards or anything that may come by? We must find a way out. I have to warn my friend."
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Alderlock seemed to perk up when Truk dug-in, and brightened even more when Era began to eat her sweet-apples. Digging into his own meal, grease, and lard, and spices gettign stuck on the dwarfs beard around his mouth as he feasted. The air was Jovial, everyone was celebrating around them all, though Alderlock kept a close watch on everyone at the table even as he feasted. Eventually some broth with potatoes and a few random vegetable scraps were given to Gustav, the cook saying Sorry guv, it was all I could make wifout breaking into another barrel n' bein wasteful. The soup looked generally appealing.. not exactly a meal you'd order but would probably eat if it was offered to you, or around.
Some sailors enjoyed the cats tales, the rest seemed distracted, or anxious about something but they all dug in regardless. The feasting continues for an hour or so, before the captain stands up, heading to one of the tables, and climbing atop it.
Me fine crew, and our most esteemed guests. We welcome ye tae our foin ship. This truly is me last voyage. I've lived a long, prosperous life. Made a mountain o' gold 'nuff so twuld make even a dragon jealous! the crew laugh rapaciously as they nodded their heads Aye, some o' ye ave made quite a few coppers in y'er loives too! But I digress. We go through all this show and dance, regardless o' me retirement or not. Either way. Mister Goliath, and Mrs Gensasi. I appreciate your patronage. Perhaps if ye were of a different persuasion, we'd be business partners. But the way ye answered me questions back in Nyanzaru.. tells me yer quite against the idea o' slavery. Perhaps I could 'ave interested ye in me stock if ye were, we have quite the selection.... But alas, tis neither here nor there. I am a dwarf afterall, and we naturally ignore poisons quite well... and I've made meself immune to it over the last thirty or so years... makes it really easy tae lower your enemies guard when you eat the food they are suspicious of! Harhar! The effects should be starting to hit ye now...
Truk and Era, you may RP in response to this, and then make a DC 14 CON save. However this is a special poison that attacks the mind, so add 1 point to your DC check for every point in INT you have over 10. (EG 11 IN = +1 to the DC)
Gustav, if you ate. You have the equivalent of 2 turns and then you must make the same check with the same rules.
If you fail your check, you are both paralyzed and asleep. If someone wakes you up you can then make a saving throw per turn (in which case you'd roll initiative to determine when this occors) to attempt to break out of the paralysis.
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Below decks, soft groans echo through the ships sub-level, and cargo-bay. Burgee is in utter darkness, aside from a few distant candles that offer no light beyond their immediate area.. acting more like stars, than anything else. Burgee is now aware he is inside of a steel cage. The other captives voices are all gutteral, or exotic, lending him to believe they are all less-than-human type beings. Burgee had been close to getting the manacles undone the first time but had not quite twisted or shifted the right way. He can always keep trying.
As Burgee asks around, he notices a slight echo, meaning this room is wide, open, and hollow. From behind him, several feet away, a deep, rumbling female voice responds There are no guards.... They don't need to... I'm sure you know now, but if you cast magic, it backfires... and only hurts you, even the mundane ones that don't normally hurt... heh.. i tried to cast light once, only to blind myself... heh.. and they keep our cages apart so we cannot help eachother... Keep trying friend.. but we have already given up.. we can't seem to break our bonds.. they keep us underfed and perpetually awake... we're too exhausted... we can barely move...
With that Burgee heard a sigh of dissonance, the other party giving into their self pity.
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DC 16 Con save: 28
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Dc con 16 (if I understood correctly): 7 + Guidance (cuz I forgot I had this spell lol): 1
There was a funny feeling at the pit of the genasi's stomach, Era dropping the apple she was just about to bite into to rub a hand at her abdomen before the dwarf had spoke. She watched him with wide eyes, hazed in fear, her vision soon enough going blurry before she face planted into the plate of lies.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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"Awk, Stay positive. You can do it!" Burgee says into the darkness. He calms himself and tries again to pick his locks, but in the dim light is unable to find his way around the devices. (Sleight of Hand: 8)
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Truk: I feel a small little tingle as I eat, and let out a loud burp, that I think is maybe just due to being out on the sea and the "Fine Rich Food" the captain has served us. Then I see Era face plant while leaning over for another bite of apple, her fork barely missing her soft cheek as the remaining apples go shooting off her plate. Having received his first ever Genasi hug from her, and realizing that Gustov was right once again I draw both axes, launching at the captain yelling out "You Slimy ****er! You're going to wish I had pulled off your arms!"
Attack: 18 Damage: 8
Attack: 13 Damage: 3
Bonus action: Rage
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Gustav loses himself partway into the story. So, it takes a few seconds before realizing the soup was for him. "'preciated, my boy.'preciated." He smiles disarmingly, and starts ladling his soup around. Noting some had been enjoying his story, he launches back into it without much thought further paid to the soup. After all, how could he abandon such a captive audience! While taking care to keep from his face, the anxious look about others too drew attention. Odd considering the good news about the captain. Unless...
The story continues but now the back of Gustav's mind is busy, and belly empty of anything but the contents of his own flask. Of the weapons on hand, only his daggers, and folded up hand crossbow could be carried on his person without being excessive. The rest of his gear, Rosebud -- all of it was back in the room. Just as his mind moved towards numbers and exits until the captain calls for attention in his own way.
"Yes, well, about that--" Close to the time it takes for Era to fall, Gustav tries to catch the captain in the gut if next to him with one dagger. Or if not, flings it a more slender, throwing dagger towards the head of the storm mage if visible from a sleeve before springing onto his own chair, then back flip off it at least a foot or two away in a disengaging maneuver. "As I've warned you, captain. I've done this song and dance before... And I was not lying before, good captain. This betrayal will not go unpunished." He calls out the dwarf as Truk moved to engage him. Meanwhile, he continues to hop from one foot to the next placing further distance between himself and the crew.
Dagger Throw: 21 Damage: 11(sneak attack included) at the storm mage (or captain if mage not visible).
Bonus Action: Disengage & using feline agility to get 60ft away/closer to his room.
Acrobatics: 14.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Combat will take place in Blocks. with the players being the start/end of each block. to keep it simple, using 6 people. 3 players, and 3 enemies. if the initiative order is: Enemy, Player1, enemy enemy, Player2, Player3. this is how it would break down.
Enemy, Player1 after player 1 posts, then Enemy, Enemy, Player 2, Player 3 after player 3 posts, it restarts. I will highlight in bold text who's 'block' it is every time, to keep it simple, this was just a tutorial.
Slavers 183 - - - Helsmsman 20 - - - Captain 4 - - - Mage 18 - - - Truk 13- - - Gustav 20
Slaver AC: 10
Mage AC: 12 (15 with mage armor)
Helsman AC: 14
Captain AC: 15
Every full round, Burgee can make an attempt to escape. Burgee can RP as much as he wishes at any point though. Melee range is within 1 hex of a target.
Initiative:
17, Captain, Helmsman, 4, 15, 12, 7, 1 Gustav, Mage, Truk, 11, 13, 14, 9, 8, 10 2, 6, 9, 16, 3, 5
The captain guffaws at the threat, drawing his shortswords just as a dagger flies by his head, to slice harshly into the Mages shoulder who cries out in pain, but growls his defiance, just as the Tabaxi all but literally flies away like a cheetah How the ****... he manages to say before Gustav is already nearly back to the rooms to collect his 'things.' Gustav himself finds no true difficulty traversing the path, though he isn't anymore nimble than any other tabaxi would be in this situation as he dodges around the corners and obstacles.
17 hears the beginning of a fight, and having been tense, is far more than ready to spring into action... just as he draws his longsword, Gustav goes flying past him the Tabaxi still running by, pursues him, running just beside the Gustav as he begins to slow down from his initial burst of speed, and once in range, takes a slashing swipe at Gustav's back, both hands on the hilt.
Attack: 15 Damage: 6
The disadvantage of chasing his target allowing Gustav to just barely dodge the swing (You may counter ((remember my rules if melee misses!)) at disadvantage due to running, or shove with advantage -eg using the momentum to 'judo throw' him over you' vs his Athletics of 10-)
Alderlock, in the middle of his guffawing see's Truks attack, and attempt to Parry it, but fails, and the axe sinks deep into his hip, however his Riposte blocks the other oncoming attack with ease, his sword sliding along the axe-blade, attempting to counter-stab into Truk
Attack: 14 Damage: 7 dealing ...1 damage as it slides across Truk's arm, but is stopped by Truk's raw muscle.
The Helmsman draws his heavy-crossbow, and lines his sights for the enraged barbarian, taking the shot
Attack: 8 Damage: 5 2
The bolt sailing just past the captains head, causing him to shout at the helmsman to Watch where the bloody **** yer aimin, you daft shite! You lot! Go after the cat! Aldrlock shouts to those near his Helmsman, all of whom Dash down the hallway ((7, 6, 8, 9, 14, 10, 13, 12 run down the hallway))
((Gustavm after you make your Counterattack, it's your turn - Now I need sleep. Posting later.))
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OK, once more now, focus!, Burgee thinks to himself as he tries again to free himself from his restraints. (Sleight of Hand: 18)
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(Instead of a shove, can I do this instead?)
Ducking just in time to avoid the cut, Gustav's counters by using quick and nimble fingers to slip his attacker's belt right off him. (Sleight of Hand: 12, presumably still at disadvantage). Whether the slaver notices in time or not to keep from tripping up next time, he continues to disengage from the fight on one way course for his room with his prize in hand. As soon as he's passed the door frame at least, he drops the belt and pulls rosebud out from his back off to the side -- a little insurance much like his pack set to the side for such emergencies.
(Ending at 23-J, I think to be just past the door on the grid)
Bonus Action: Cunning Action: Disengage(if necessary), and if not dash instead.
Action: Dash(if necessary to reach the room), and if not ready to stab a *****. The first ***** to step into his range.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Indeed, Gustav had to dash, as the buckle falls down, knocking 17 prone, and using the rest of his movement to get back up. Gustav successfully makes it to his room, and is able to grab his things.
17, Captain, Helmsman, 4, 15, 12, 7, 1 Gustav, Mage, Truk, 11, 13, 14, 9, 8, 10 2, 6, 9, 16, 3, 5
The storm mage now even more angry, having a dagger stuck in his shoulder, begins to channel arcane energy, wind and lightning surge around him as he casts Witch Bolt at Truk, at 5th level Attack: 18 Damage: 37
3 - 4
His spell goes awry, the dagger must have dug at a nerve at just the right time in his motions, causing the spell to explode in an Area of 30 feet around him, hitting himself as well.. hitting 1, 2, 3, 15, 16, 19, Era, Alderlock, and Truk, all for 33 damage (apply resistances if any) for 33 Lightning Damage. Blasting the table into splinters, as well as the floor, walls, and roof.
The roof splinters off into the sky, as the floor collapses beneath the group, creating a massive circular hole, Slaver 11 is knocked back and impaled by multiple utensils, dying ineffectually as his body roasts over the grill. This damage wakes Era up, though she still suffers from being Paralyzed. 1, 2, 3, 15, 16, 19, Era, Alderlock, and Truk all fall through the floor, thirty feet down.
Everyone takes splinter-piercing damage of 4 (apply resistances if any)
Everyone except for Era will roll an acrobatics check (DC 13) if they pass the save, they take no damage, if they fail the save, they take 14 bludgeoning damage. Era automatically fails due to paralysis, but may make her save for paralysis again, DC 16 CON save. Above decks, an alarmed cry comes from the floor above, as the Helmsman and the two others who barely escaped look down into the dark hole filled with the trapped slaves, and cages below. Regardless of a passed or failed save, you are knocked prone (barring a nat 20)
11 - - - 4 - - - 8
Th massive explosion of force is heard throughout the ship, the slaves in their cages begin to wake up, their manacles glowing faintly, Burgee, see's a bit more light in the direction of his friends, as they all fall down.
Allright, Truk is up!
Era, Burgee, roll initiative.
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