Hit twice by both the wave of sound and shot, Augustus grimaces and weaves in among the front facing foes, trying to take one or more down to get at the true danger in the hallway - the riflemen! He strikes out at the closest of the foes again, the flickering fire on his sword casting strange colours as he parries, thrusts and slashes. After successfully pinking the thief, he blocks counterattacks to move through a nearby doorway, seeking safety from the riflemen.
Casting Green Flame Blade and put the Attack on the South guy - Attack: 18 Damage: 11 Plus 7 for Sneak Attack. 1 point on the middle foe nearby. Movement - Disengage Bonus and move into the room North , out of sight of all foes, and safe from the ranged weapons.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
The magical torrent of air died as suddenly as it had appeared as Varel fell backwards from the force of the gun blast. His form was still upon the floor save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.
the leader falls to the ground dead and upon seeing this the thug in the middle swings at Roarken once again now more determined to Bring him down Attack: 24 Damage: 6
top of the round you see the shotgun-wielding thug stand in the doorway once more when another gunshot is two gunshots are heard and the thug drops on the other side of the door. the rifleman turns and stands in the doorway facing south before four more shots are heard and four blossoms of blood sprout from the thug's chest he slides down to the floor loosely holding the rifle. a woman walks stands in the doorway reloading her pistols.
The north thug attacks Roarken tying to bring him down Attack: 19 Damage: 7
Roarken roars in triumph as the leader drops to the floor, and barely acknowledges the attacks from the other two. But he turns to focus on the one that struck first. "You wish to play as well, eh? On your own head be it!" He swings at that pirate in the middle...as he shifts his attention, the ghostly figures around him move to his next target...
Hearing the fusillade of shots, Augustus moves out of the room and reassesses the situation. See what he considered the greatest threats on the floor, he assumes the newcomer is an ally and surges in against the remaining thugs. Again energizing his blade with green magic, he thrusts into the foe at the corner, prepared to move past him if he falls. The rapier slides in smoothly - like a needle through fabric - as it impales the body of the thief, that annoying little fire jumping across to singe the other embattled foe. Seeing the other downed passenger, he shouts "Someone get to that passenger and stop the bleeding! I'll handle this one!"
Casting Green Flame Blade - Attack: 19 Damage: 10 plus sneak 9 plus 1 point to the other thug. If he goes down, I will use dash bonus and regular move to move past him and get to the second foe's back.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
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Sarisa, seeing there is a thug within her line of sight. (Ref to map). She, is also out of melee range. She gets out her light crossbow loads a bolt aims and fires.
Finnegan felt slighly annoyed at being distracted from the satisfying crunch of the leader's bones as he hit the floor. He barked at his happenstance ally while slashing at one of the thugs still left standing:
as the last thug falls the ship shakes again "The monarch is under attack and we need to get to the bridge" she tosses a bag with four vials of red liquid in front of you "drink these." She pours a similar vial down the throat of Varel 19
everyone who drinks gets 2d8+5 of healing
"Drink and let's go we get to the bridge before this thing goes down."
The woman picks up the rifle that is loosely held in the thug's hands turning to Sarisa she says "ever used one of these if not time to learn" then tosses the rifle to her.
As you all run through the halls to the bridge the ship rattle and shakes around you. As a massive explosion rocks the ship you all fall to the ground and begin sliding down the hall towards the stairs to the bridge. as you climb up the stairs you see the ground approaching rapidly, "OH SHIT!" Shouts the woman. A Loud explosion and the sounds of twisting and crunching metal is heard before you are all knocked unconscious.
you all awaken to the sounds of birds and a gentle breeze on your faces. you all lay in cots with bandages covering your various injuries. a red-headed woman hears your stirring and walks over. "Be careful none of you have fully healed from the injuries you all sustained in the crash."
Racing back to his room, Augustus quickly grabs up his primary gear and potion storage, then gulps down the offered potion as he races up to the bridge. As he gets to point where the imminent impact is about to occur, he thinks to himself *I should have gone to the wizards school, after all*
Waking to the ministrations of the red-headed nurse, he groggily asks “Did you save my wardrobe? How did we even survive? The ground is pretty hard.”
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Varel groaned as he opened his eyes. "Well that was rather unfortunate," he muttered as he glanced around. He winced at the movement, but he was feeling surprisingly good all things considered. Naturally had he not been stuck in the confines of the craft as it crashed he would have been able to figure something suitably amazing out, but such was not the case. "Also, where exactly are we?" He added to what his fellow patient was asking.
Finnegan opens his eyes. Assesing the situation, he begins thinking.
"Ok, I'm not hungover. Which means somethiing knocked me unconchious. Which is bad, but not terrible. Hmm.... Wait... Something's not right. I'm not classy."
Looking at himself, he notices the abundance of bandages, and the absence of clothes. He looked around in confusion. He looked to the doctor.
"What happened to my clothes? Did you steal them?"
"We found you all unconscious in the wreckage with your friend. she told us what happened and the mayor had you all brought here. Your friend has been staying in the tavern while you all rest and recover." the woman hands each of you a glass of water. "My name is Caroline and I'm afraid weren't able to salvage much from the crash." Caroline gets a few plates of food and gives you each a plate and then sets a fresh pair of clothes on the table beside each of your beds.
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Roarken grabs the potion presented by the charming blond woman with the two small boom-sticks. He recognizes the color as something the shamans from home used to brew, so he quickly quaffs it down, then follows her towards the...bridge, did she say? When the airship heels over they all slide every-which-way, he does his best to hang on and prepare for the impact with the ground...
Potion 8
Upon waking he sits up gingerly and listens to the redhead calling herself Caroline. When the food is handed to him he freezes for a moment, then recalls he is not in his homelands. Here, offering food is considered kind, rather than insulting. He briefly recalls nearly killing a man who offered him food the first time in these southern lands and shakes his head. He says to her, "Thank you for your generosity, Caroline. Where I come from one is only responsible for feeding them selves and their family. So when I am able, I shall pay you back somehow. Perhaps I can perform some chores for you. But for now I, and my empty belly, thank you most kindly."
"Thank, you very much Caroline for your kindness and hospitality. Where exactly are we now? and what happened to me,"? She said a little dazed and sore. She looked and saw a plate of food and fresh clothing a the end of her bed.
She, waited for Caroline to leave then pulled shut the curtains to her cubical. Then slipped out of the bed clothes and changed into the new clothes that were provided.
Eating heartily, Augustus puts off dressing in these sorry excuses for clothes as long as possible. Finishing the last of the food, he sighs loudly and starts dressing, looking like someone putting on fish guts instead of fabric. “I know what my first purchase will be, after I’ve inventoried what I’ve lost. Fellow fallen friends, I am Demilord Augustus Greenridge, second son of Lord Daverious Greenridge and Lady Gamresia Starrynight, keepers of the Eastern Pinewoods, guardians of the Moon Mythal, and heir to the Shortlive Burdenmost. Nice to meet you all. Were you all on your way to Gearport, or had you intended a further destination? I do hope the rapscallions who brought down our means of passage met with a far harder impact than ours!”
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
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Hit twice by both the wave of sound and shot, Augustus grimaces and weaves in among the front facing foes, trying to take one or more down to get at the true danger in the hallway - the riflemen! He strikes out at the closest of the foes again, the flickering fire on his sword casting strange colours as he parries, thrusts and slashes. After successfully pinking the thief, he blocks counterattacks to move through a nearby doorway, seeking safety from the riflemen.
Casting Green Flame Blade and put the Attack on the South guy - Attack: 18 Damage: 11 Plus 7 for Sneak Attack. 1 point on the middle foe nearby. Movement - Disengage Bonus and move into the room North , out of sight of all foes, and safe from the ranged weapons.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
The blood hunter could feel his internal organs rumble as the blast went through them. Slashing away at the leader, he said:
"Can'cha go down?"
OOC:
19/25(28)
Attack: 10 Damage: 11
The magical torrent of air died as suddenly as it had appeared as Varel fell backwards from the force of the gun blast. His form was still upon the floor save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.
Death saving throw: 17
the leader falls to the ground dead and upon seeing this the thug in the middle swings at Roarken once again now more determined to Bring him down Attack: 24 Damage: 6
top of the round you see the shotgun-wielding thug stand in the doorway once more when another gunshot is two gunshots are heard and the thug drops on the other side of the door. the rifleman turns and stands in the doorway facing south before four more shots are heard and four blossoms of blood sprout from the thug's chest he slides down to the floor loosely holding the rifle. a woman walks stands in the doorway reloading her pistols.
The north thug attacks Roarken tying to bring him down Attack: 19 Damage: 7
Roarken roars in triumph as the leader drops to the floor, and barely acknowledges the attacks from the other two. But he turns to focus on the one that struck first. "You wish to play as well, eh? On your own head be it!" He swings at that pirate in the middle...as he shifts his attention, the ghostly figures around him move to his next target...
Attack w/Adv 22 7
Damage 15
Death saving throw: 12
Hearing the fusillade of shots, Augustus moves out of the room and reassesses the situation. See what he considered the greatest threats on the floor, he assumes the newcomer is an ally and surges in against the remaining thugs. Again energizing his blade with green magic, he thrusts into the foe at the corner, prepared to move past him if he falls. The rapier slides in smoothly - like a needle through fabric - as it impales the body of the thief, that annoying little fire jumping across to singe the other embattled foe. Seeing the other downed passenger, he shouts "Someone get to that passenger and stop the bleeding! I'll handle this one!"
Casting Green Flame Blade - Attack: 19 Damage: 10 plus sneak 9 plus 1 point to the other thug. If he goes down, I will use dash bonus and regular move to move past him and get to the second foe's back.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Sarisa, seeing there is a thug within her line of sight. (Ref to map). She, is also out of melee range. She gets out her light crossbow loads a bolt aims and fires.
light crossbow att#11
light crossbow dam#9
Finnegan felt slighly annoyed at being distracted from the satisfying crunch of the leader's bones as he hit the floor. He barked at his happenstance ally while slashing at one of the thugs still left standing:
"Go get em yourself! I'm no healer!"
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19/25(28)
Attack: 12 Damage: 15
as the last thug falls the ship shakes again "The monarch is under attack and we need to get to the bridge" she tosses a bag with four vials of red liquid in front of you "drink these." She pours a similar vial down the throat of Varel 19
everyone who drinks gets 2d8+5 of healing
"Drink and let's go we get to the bridge before this thing goes down."
Pushing the healing vial into one of the empty potion belts, Finnegan says:
"Saving for later. Let's move."
Then he walks out on deck, looking around.
OOC:
19/25(28)
Sarisa, accepts one of the vials of red liquid thrown at her. Cracks it open and instantly feels the healing warmth.
Healing #18
She, immediately runs up the stairs to the bridge. To see what the problem is?
Dex #22
The woman picks up the rifle that is loosely held in the thug's hands turning to Sarisa she says "ever used one of these if not time to learn" then tosses the rifle to her.
As you all run through the halls to the bridge the ship rattle and shakes around you. As a massive explosion rocks the ship you all fall to the ground and begin sliding down the hall towards the stairs to the bridge. as you climb up the stairs you see the ground approaching rapidly, "OH SHIT!" Shouts the woman. A Loud explosion and the sounds of twisting and crunching metal is heard before you are all knocked unconscious.
you all awaken to the sounds of birds and a gentle breeze on your faces. you all lay in cots with bandages covering your various injuries. a red-headed woman hears your stirring and walks over. "Be careful none of you have fully healed from the injuries you all sustained in the crash."
Racing back to his room, Augustus quickly grabs up his primary gear and potion storage, then gulps down the offered potion as he races up to the bridge. As he gets to point where the imminent impact is about to occur, he thinks to himself *I should have gone to the wizards school, after all*
Waking to the ministrations of the red-headed nurse, he groggily asks “Did you save my wardrobe? How did we even survive? The ground is pretty hard.”
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Varel groaned as he opened his eyes. "Well that was rather unfortunate," he muttered as he glanced around. He winced at the movement, but he was feeling surprisingly good all things considered. Naturally had he not been stuck in the confines of the craft as it crashed he would have been able to figure something suitably amazing out, but such was not the case. "Also, where exactly are we?" He added to what his fellow patient was asking.
Finnegan opens his eyes. Assesing the situation, he begins thinking.
"Ok, I'm not hungover. Which means somethiing knocked me unconchious. Which is bad, but not terrible. Hmm.... Wait... Something's not right. I'm not classy."
Looking at himself, he notices the abundance of bandages, and the absence of clothes. He looked around in confusion. He looked to the doctor.
"What happened to my clothes? Did you steal them?"
OOC:
19/25(28)
"We found you all unconscious in the wreckage with your friend. she told us what happened and the mayor had you all brought here. Your friend has been staying in the tavern while you all rest and recover." the woman hands each of you a glass of water. "My name is Caroline and I'm afraid weren't able to salvage much from the crash." Caroline gets a few plates of food and gives you each a plate and then sets a fresh pair of clothes on the table beside each of your beds.
Roarken grabs the potion presented by the charming blond woman with the two small boom-sticks. He recognizes the color as something the shamans from home used to brew, so he quickly quaffs it down, then follows her towards the...bridge, did she say? When the airship heels over they all slide every-which-way, he does his best to hang on and prepare for the impact with the ground...
Potion 8
Upon waking he sits up gingerly and listens to the redhead calling herself Caroline. When the food is handed to him he freezes for a moment, then recalls he is not in his homelands. Here, offering food is considered kind, rather than insulting. He briefly recalls nearly killing a man who offered him food the first time in these southern lands and shakes his head. He says to her, "Thank you for your generosity, Caroline. Where I come from one is only responsible for feeding them selves and their family. So when I am able, I shall pay you back somehow. Perhaps I can perform some chores for you. But for now I, and my empty belly, thank you most kindly."
"Thank, you very much Caroline for your kindness and hospitality. Where exactly are we now? and what happened to me,"? She said a little dazed and sore. She looked and saw a plate of food and fresh clothing a the end of her bed.
She, waited for Caroline to leave then pulled shut the curtains to her cubical. Then slipped out of the bed clothes and changed into the new clothes that were provided.
Eating heartily, Augustus puts off dressing in these sorry excuses for clothes as long as possible. Finishing the last of the food, he sighs loudly and starts dressing, looking like someone putting on fish guts instead of fabric. “I know what my first purchase will be, after I’ve inventoried what I’ve lost. Fellow fallen friends, I am Demilord Augustus Greenridge, second son of Lord Daverious Greenridge and Lady Gamresia Starrynight, keepers of the Eastern Pinewoods, guardians of the Moon Mythal, and heir to the Shortlive Burdenmost. Nice to meet you all. Were you all on your way to Gearport, or had you intended a further destination? I do hope the rapscallions who brought down our means of passage met with a far harder impact than ours!”
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar