Bramble chuckles a little at Branch's exuberant line of questioning. "It would be pretty cool, I suppose, before we're, ah, dragged down to our doom. Hopefully the tales just remain... tales."
"Booze? Mate, if that's what you're wantin' you'll be needing to talk to to Cooke. He handles those supplies, on account that he knows how best to serve 'em."The man answers, slightly amused for the moment that he dallies in his work, but he is quick to return to it.
Elsewhere, another, less cordial crewmate is approached by two more of the passengers. "You'd best stow that kind'a talk. No. I've ne'er seen a beastie such as that, and I'd be a lucky man as to ne'er see one in all the days I've left." He pauses in his talk as he draws in a line, holding his breath unconsciously as he puts his weight into it. After a moment, he adds. "Now scram. I have work to do."
As everyone occupies themselves with annoying the crew, Zue digs in a bag behind her cloak and Murth finishes climbing the steps to the stern deck, approaching the captain. The Nevael brother who had been guarding the wagon goes back to it as Aluve departs, but the other, entrusting that the horses are secure on their own, steps into the rear cabin.
A pot-bellied crewmate lays the rope he'd been handling down as Hanson approaches, presenting a wide, reassuring smile. "Aye, don't you worry. We'll be right-as-rain. The fog rolls in near every morn'... Though, it is fairly thick tonight. Nothing we can't handle, though. Worst comes, we'll anchor just off-shore, and sneak into port with the morning light. Remember, if we're blind. So's they." He claps Hanson on the shoulder, still smiling, and gently turns him back out of the crew's way.
The words come, as if a whisper, but carried across the whole deck of the ship by the thrumming, arcane energy that springs into life at their command. It coalesces in the palm of Zue's hand, in the intricate metal work of a medallion she now clutches, having pulled it from her bag. With one swift motion, she plants it on the mast, fire leaping into being a moment later. Though it does not seem to effect her, it sputters and sparks as the medallion melts and pops into nothingness. As it does so, however, the fire catches with frightening speed on the ropes and wood of and around the mast. She whirls then on her feet, dagger in-hand, expecting to defend herself.
As the fire lights a beacon into the night air, Murth reacts according to their plan. With one strong hand he reaches out, grabbing the captain by the back of his head and smashing his teeth into the wheel. The captain falls to the deck, taken by surprise. A hatchet springs from Murth's belt, as a well-experienced hand manipulates it and readys it to sever the vital control-lines that connect the ship's helm to it's rudder.
Initiative!
2120173421 The party achieves 4 successes
518 To their one, the party has the initiative.
The Nevael brother guarding the wagon springs into action. Unaware of the sudden combat behind him, he rushes for Zue. She is quick, but he's faster. He kicks one of her legs out, causing her to fall against the mast for support. Still the flames do not effect her, but his blade finds it's mark in that opening, drawing a bloody line across her stomach despite her armour's feeble attempt to stop it.
Archibald turns to all the ruckus and is at a loss.
He draws a longsword and battle-axe with practiced speed, then running towards the woman defending herself from the clearly wicked bandit disguised as a guard.
He swings first with the axe, then the sword, using the flat of his blade for a non-lethal blow
Realizing the shit show that just started Han turns in fury to glare at the two individuals who were now screwing up his night. Focusing in on the man who downed the Captain and was nearing the ships controls he shout out boisterously “Hey! You needle dick bug ****er! Your screwing up my timetable!” Then looking out on the deck and seeing the multi armed creature(literally) he shouts “Hey big guy Think it’s time to get a bit handsy!” As he shouts he rushes toward the woman who just caught fire to the sails ready to either put out the fire or give her a bad case of the Deaths.(move up to Zue)
Aluve turns rapidly after hearing the fire erupt. He had been busy looking for this "Cooke" fellow but had not had any luck. Suddenly all thoughts of drinking where evaporated. His focus turned to the brute who had just given the captain a face adjustment. Aluve pulls his bow, draws an arrow and fires.
Roll - 16+3 = 19
Longbow roll - 4 Damage + 1 = 5
Aluve hits his mark, but knows it was not going to be enough to bring the big guy down.
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Branch looks disappointed as she is shunned by the crew member, but right after, she hears a rukus going on by the captains area. She looks up and sees the woman she knows as Zue, who she just was trying to talk to, facing off against others like her and with a fire going on behind her?? She hears Han yell down to the mantis-like creature and then sees him rush the woman. Fire?? This will not do. She pulls out her shortbow and taking advantage of Zue being engaged with Han, fires off an arrow.
Attack: 9 Damage: 5
(If it hits) sneak attack added to the damage: 1
She moves towards the fight a bit to get a better view of what's going on.
Unaware that Archibald has run off, Chatcho continues to shake the bottle of ink. *shake* *shake*
A sudden spike of adrenaline, prompted by Han's stirring words, breaks Chatcho's focus and alerts him to the ensuing battle. Outraged that the captain has allowed his vessel to catch fire in the middle of a lake, Chatcho rushes across the deck to complain. Assuming the Captain is conscious, Chatcho communicates the following via telepathy:
If there's a contingency plan in the event a fire, do tet/enlighten me.
If the Captain is unconscious or unwilling to open up to communication, Chatcho simply stands slouching over him, arms hanging loosely by his sides.
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"Buckets. Rope." The captain conveys, with great effort. Writhing on the ground, he continues "Fetch water, douse the flames!" Even as he speaks, a few of the more well-seasoned crew are already setting about this task, having pulled buckets tied to lengths of chord from where they'd been stored.
Reeling from the nasty blow the Nevael brother had given her, Zue stumbles as she rights herself again, lashing out wildly with her dagger but failing to contact anything as an arrow pierces the thick tanned hide on one of her arms.
Attack: 8 Damage: 4
With snapping like the report of a gunshot, the heavy lines holding the sail aloft succumb to the flames. That, and a rush of air is all the warning offered before a heavy wooden spar crashes to the deck, those nearby scrambling for safety. Quick on her feet and already on the retreat, the weight crashes harmlessly past Zue. So too does it miss Hanson but the rest are not so lucky. With a longsword knocking out his legs and the flat of an axe crashing over his dome, the Nevael brother entirely fails to notice the crashing weight. Archibald nearly makes the same mistake, as caught up in his attack as he is. The wooden support clips the both of them as it comes down, though they are saved from a quick death by the ship's deck. It absorbs the heavy impact to a chorus of splintering wood, leaving behind a hole in the deck that now exposes the small cargo hold. Despite her luck in not being crushed to death, however, Zue recognizes the peril of her situation. Wordlessly, her small blade clatters to the deck, and she falls to her knees. "Please. Mercy." She begs of Hanson, exhaustion and pain taking her.
Zue:11 Nevael:20 Archibald:4 Hanson:18
Dexterity Check DC 15: On a failure 10 bludgeoning damage and be knocked prone.
An arrow flies across Murth's vision, and he growls at the close call, almost not noticing the cut in his cheek that the weapon left behind. With a great heave of his hand-axe he brings the blade down on the exposed hempen chords that steer the ship, carving a great gash across them. Frayed and damaged, they can't take much more of this abuse.
Attack: 22 Damage: 7
As he does so, the other Nevael brother emerges from the cabin and races up to meet him. Murth, the clear veteran, deftly re-directs his blow harmlessly into the empty air. The other brother, pinned under the ship's spar, does not move.
Almost unnoticed with the chaos on deck, a lantern illuminates itself out on the water. Then another. Before long, the unmistakable shape of a ship takes form, plowing in their direction and already dangerously close. Yet, still the fog closes in, the two racing to overtake the crippled ship.
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Still reeling from the spar that nearly flattened him Han hardly notices the woman’s plea for mercy before one of the cloaked men who fell beneath the spar jumps up and knocks her unconscious. Knowing the other assailant was heading for the captain and steering components he runs to get the man in to view and shouts ”I swear if you and your accomplice were any worse at this you’d be offing your selfs for us!” Vicious Mockery: 12
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While prodding the Captain, Chatcho sees Murth slash the helm's ropes. With one arm resting on the Captain, Chatcho aims the other three, now glowing, at Murth.
Aluve wasted no time in acting. "I need to get closer" .
He began to move, stepping over debris and bodies determined to get the Murth and confront him. As he made his way hastily across the deck a glint of silver caught his eye. A small flask was laying on the deck. It had the name "Cooke" scratched into it. Aluve scooped it up and quickly placed the flask in his cloak. He then pulled both his blades and headed straight for Murth. The Mantis creature had already made it there and seemed to be trying to defend the captain but Aluve wasn't 100% sure.
Branch follows a crew member carrying a bucket of water. As he tosses the water from the bucket on the burning mast, she casts shape water and holds the water on the fire, spreading out the water to encompass as many flames as possible.
Murth is a skilled combatant, experienced in these ways, but even he cannot withstand the sudden onslaught, as blades and cutting words break through his defenses about him. He reels, stumbling back, doing all he can to simply escape the situation. He backs up away from the group, until he can no longer, stuck between them and the railing. Roaring, he waves his hatchet wildly, forcing any who would approach back. Zue, who had already given in throws up a desperate defense in a last-ditch effort to save her life, but crumples to the floor with a resounding crack of a pommel against the back of her head. By Archibald's mercy alone does she yet draw breath.
The fog had been steadily rolling in for the last few minutes, but quickens now. As if driven by some unknown force, it coalesces in a thick blanket around the ship, restricting vision such that one could not see the whole of the ship from any position on it's deck. Nausea washes over the crew and passengers aboard, none spared from the sudden pit in the stomach of each person, a feeling of weightlessness, as if in free-fall accompanies the sound of roaring water. The ship lurches and bucks, throwing people against walls and railings. It is the captain who rises to utilize this distraction to his benefit. With a roar of his own, he charges, slamming head-first into Murth's gut. Ill-timed, however, the blow lands as the ship lurches, and sends both of them careening over the railing into the darkness below.
The ship bucks once more, hardest of all, but finally comes to rest. The fire doused with the help of Branch's magics, the deck falls into a heavy darkness, and suffocating silence. The fog remains, blotting out most of the light from the moon. Even the lantern-light of the pursuing ship has gone missing. A moment later, people begin to groan, and sound off. The crew begin to reorganize themselves, checking wounds, examining the damage to the ship.
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Chatcho wanders the ship, impassively stepping around unconscious/dead passengers, and inspecting the damage. Bardic Inspiration strikes and deepens his scrutiny.
Once the ship settles back down, Branch looks wildly at Bramble, "Do you... do you think that was one of the sea creatures from down below??" with it being dark, you can't really see her face, and the way she says it, she almost sounds more excited about it than nervous.
She then turns to one of the crew members she and Bramble were just assisting, "So, any of you know how to steer the ship now that uh, our number one has taken a dive?"
"I, uh... I've got no idea, really. I'm still processing what just happened," Bramble says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've got no experience with ships, um, so I think someone else may want to take the... the wheel."
Still reeling from the ships melee and from trying not to be throw overboard Han yells to the crew “Your captains gone over board someone light a lantern or torch see if you can spot him! One of you check the steering components make sure their still working!” As he yell out he move back to the women by the main mast and pull rope from his pack binding her unconscious form the the mast to wait till she wakes to get some answers.
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Bramble chuckles a little at Branch's exuberant line of questioning. "It would be pretty cool, I suppose, before we're, ah, dragged down to our doom. Hopefully the tales just remain... tales."
"Booze? Mate, if that's what you're wantin' you'll be needing to talk to to Cooke. He handles those supplies, on account that he knows how best to serve 'em." The man answers, slightly amused for the moment that he dallies in his work, but he is quick to return to it.
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Elsewhere, another, less cordial crewmate is approached by two more of the passengers. "You'd best stow that kind'a talk. No. I've ne'er seen a beastie such as that, and I'd be a lucky man as to ne'er see one in all the days I've left." He pauses in his talk as he draws in a line, holding his breath unconsciously as he puts his weight into it. After a moment, he adds. "Now scram. I have work to do."
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As everyone occupies themselves with annoying the crew, Zue digs in a bag behind her cloak and Murth finishes climbing the steps to the stern deck, approaching the captain. The Nevael brother who had been guarding the wagon goes back to it as Aluve departs, but the other, entrusting that the horses are secure on their own, steps into the rear cabin.
The merchant still sleeps.
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A pot-bellied crewmate lays the rope he'd been handling down as Hanson approaches, presenting a wide, reassuring smile. "Aye, don't you worry. We'll be right-as-rain. The fog rolls in near every morn'... Though, it is fairly thick tonight. Nothing we can't handle, though. Worst comes, we'll anchor just off-shore, and sneak into port with the morning light. Remember, if we're blind. So's they." He claps Hanson on the shoulder, still smiling, and gently turns him back out of the crew's way.
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"Brenna Strengr."
The words come, as if a whisper, but carried across the whole deck of the ship by the thrumming, arcane energy that springs into life at their command. It coalesces in the palm of Zue's hand, in the intricate metal work of a medallion she now clutches, having pulled it from her bag. With one swift motion, she plants it on the mast, fire leaping into being a moment later. Though it does not seem to effect her, it sputters and sparks as the medallion melts and pops into nothingness. As it does so, however, the fire catches with frightening speed on the ropes and wood of and around the mast. She whirls then on her feet, dagger in-hand, expecting to defend herself.
As the fire lights a beacon into the night air, Murth reacts according to their plan. With one strong hand he reaches out, grabbing the captain by the back of his head and smashing his teeth into the wheel. The captain falls to the deck, taken by surprise. A hatchet springs from Murth's belt, as a well-experienced hand manipulates it and readys it to sever the vital control-lines that connect the ship's helm to it's rudder.
Initiative!
21 20 17 3 4 21
The party achieves 4 successes
5 18
To their one, the party has the initiative.
The Nevael brother guarding the wagon springs into action. Unaware of the sudden combat behind him, he rushes for Zue. She is quick, but he's faster. He kicks one of her legs out, causing her to fall against the mast for support. Still the flames do not effect her, but his blade finds it's mark in that opening, drawing a bloody line across her stomach despite her armour's feeble attempt to stop it.
Nevael Attack: 17 Damage: 7
Archibald turns to all the ruckus and is at a loss.
He draws a longsword and battle-axe with practiced speed, then running towards the woman defending herself from the clearly wicked bandit disguised as a guard.
He swings first with the axe, then the sword, using the flat of his blade for a non-lethal blow
Attack: 17 Damage: 5
Attack: 21 Damage: 11
Paladin - warforged - orange
Realizing the shit show that just started Han turns in fury to glare at the two individuals who were now screwing up his night. Focusing in on the man who downed the Captain and was nearing the ships controls he shout out boisterously “Hey! You needle dick bug ****er! Your screwing up my timetable!” Then looking out on the deck and seeing the multi armed creature(literally) he shouts “Hey big guy Think it’s time to get a bit handsy!” As he shouts he rushes toward the woman who just caught fire to the sails ready to either put out the fire or give her a bad case of the Deaths.(move up to Zue)
Vicious Mockery on Murth- dis adv on next attack
Wisdom Save: 3
Psychic Damage: 4
Bardic Inspiration for the Big Bug(aka Chatcho!)
Aluve turns rapidly after hearing the fire erupt. He had been busy looking for this "Cooke" fellow but had not had any luck. Suddenly all thoughts of drinking where evaporated. His focus turned to the brute who had just given the captain a face adjustment. Aluve pulls his bow, draws an arrow and fires.
Roll - 16+3 = 19
Longbow roll - 4 Damage + 1 = 5
Aluve hits his mark, but knows it was not going to be enough to bring the big guy down.
Branch looks disappointed as she is shunned by the crew member, but right after, she hears a rukus going on by the captains area. She looks up and sees the woman she knows as Zue, who she just was trying to talk to, facing off against others like her and with a fire going on behind her?? She hears Han yell down to the mantis-like creature and then sees him rush the woman. Fire?? This will not do. She pulls out her shortbow and taking advantage of Zue being engaged with Han, fires off an arrow.
Attack: 9 Damage: 5
(If it hits) sneak attack added to the damage: 1
She moves towards the fight a bit to get a better view of what's going on.
Unaware that Archibald has run off, Chatcho continues to shake the bottle of ink.
*shake* *shake*
A sudden spike of adrenaline, prompted by Han's stirring words, breaks Chatcho's focus and alerts him to the ensuing battle. Outraged that the captain has allowed his vessel to catch fire in the middle of a lake, Chatcho rushes across the deck to complain. Assuming the Captain is conscious, Chatcho communicates the following via telepathy:
If there's a contingency plan in the event a fire, do tet/enlighten me.
If the Captain is unconscious or unwilling to open up to communication, Chatcho simply stands slouching over him, arms hanging loosely by his sides.
Bramble, caught completely off-guard by everything, follows Branch's lead and fires at her target with his longbow.
Attack: 13 Damage: 4
"Buckets. Rope." The captain conveys, with great effort. Writhing on the ground, he continues "Fetch water, douse the flames!" Even as he speaks, a few of the more well-seasoned crew are already setting about this task, having pulled buckets tied to lengths of chord from where they'd been stored.
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Reeling from the nasty blow the Nevael brother had given her, Zue stumbles as she rights herself again, lashing out wildly with her dagger but failing to contact anything as an arrow pierces the thick tanned hide on one of her arms.
Attack: 8 Damage: 4
With snapping like the report of a gunshot, the heavy lines holding the sail aloft succumb to the flames. That, and a rush of air is all the warning offered before a heavy wooden spar crashes to the deck, those nearby scrambling for safety. Quick on her feet and already on the retreat, the weight crashes harmlessly past Zue. So too does it miss Hanson but the rest are not so lucky. With a longsword knocking out his legs and the flat of an axe crashing over his dome, the Nevael brother entirely fails to notice the crashing weight. Archibald nearly makes the same mistake, as caught up in his attack as he is. The wooden support clips the both of them as it comes down, though they are saved from a quick death by the ship's deck. It absorbs the heavy impact to a chorus of splintering wood, leaving behind a hole in the deck that now exposes the small cargo hold. Despite her luck in not being crushed to death, however, Zue recognizes the peril of her situation. Wordlessly, her small blade clatters to the deck, and she falls to her knees. "Please. Mercy." She begs of Hanson, exhaustion and pain taking her.
Zue:11
Nevael:20
Archibald:4
Hanson:18
Dexterity Check DC 15: On a failure 10 bludgeoning damage and be knocked prone.
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An arrow flies across Murth's vision, and he growls at the close call, almost not noticing the cut in his cheek that the weapon left behind. With a great heave of his hand-axe he brings the blade down on the exposed hempen chords that steer the ship, carving a great gash across them. Frayed and damaged, they can't take much more of this abuse.
Attack: 22 Damage: 7
As he does so, the other Nevael brother emerges from the cabin and races up to meet him. Murth, the clear veteran, deftly re-directs his blow harmlessly into the empty air. The other brother, pinned under the ship's spar, does not move.
Attack: 23 Damage: 6
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Almost unnoticed with the chaos on deck, a lantern illuminates itself out on the water. Then another. Before long, the unmistakable shape of a ship takes form, plowing in their direction and already dangerously close. Yet, still the fog closes in, the two racing to overtake the crippled ship.
Achibald realizes the terrible mistake he's made and rips free of the fallen spar! He emerges and points at Zue
"You!"
He swings with axe and sword at her!
Attack: 14 Damage: 10
Attack: 21 Damage: 9
Paladin - warforged - orange
Still reeling from the spar that nearly flattened him Han hardly notices the woman’s plea for mercy before one of the cloaked men who fell beneath the spar jumps up and knocks her unconscious. Knowing the other assailant was heading for the captain and steering components he runs to get the man in to view and shouts ”I swear if you and your accomplice were any worse at this you’d be offing your selfs for us!”
Vicious Mockery: 12
Psychic Damage: 1
dis avg on next attack if hits
While prodding the Captain, Chatcho sees Murth slash the helm's ropes. With one arm resting on the Captain, Chatcho aims the other three, now glowing, at Murth.
9 Force Damage
Aluve wasted no time in acting. "I need to get closer" .
He began to move, stepping over debris and bodies determined to get the Murth and confront him. As he made his way hastily across the deck a glint of silver caught his eye. A small flask was laying on the deck. It had the name "Cooke" scratched into it. Aluve scooped it up and quickly placed the flask in his cloak. He then pulled both his blades and headed straight for Murth. The Mantis creature had already made it there and seemed to be trying to defend the captain but Aluve wasn't 100% sure.
Aluve attacks Murth with both his swords.
Roll:
19+3 = 23
13+3 = 16
Damage:
4+2 = 5
4+2= 5
Branch follows a crew member carrying a bucket of water. As he tosses the water from the bucket on the burning mast, she casts shape water and holds the water on the fire, spreading out the water to encompass as many flames as possible.
Bramble will aid Branch and the crew with putting out the fire while the rest focus on defending the ship.
Murth is a skilled combatant, experienced in these ways, but even he cannot withstand the sudden onslaught, as blades and cutting words break through his defenses about him. He reels, stumbling back, doing all he can to simply escape the situation. He backs up away from the group, until he can no longer, stuck between them and the railing. Roaring, he waves his hatchet wildly, forcing any who would approach back. Zue, who had already given in throws up a desperate defense in a last-ditch effort to save her life, but crumples to the floor with a resounding crack of a pommel against the back of her head. By Archibald's mercy alone does she yet draw breath.
The fog had been steadily rolling in for the last few minutes, but quickens now. As if driven by some unknown force, it coalesces in a thick blanket around the ship, restricting vision such that one could not see the whole of the ship from any position on it's deck. Nausea washes over the crew and passengers aboard, none spared from the sudden pit in the stomach of each person, a feeling of weightlessness, as if in free-fall accompanies the sound of roaring water. The ship lurches and bucks, throwing people against walls and railings. It is the captain who rises to utilize this distraction to his benefit. With a roar of his own, he charges, slamming head-first into Murth's gut. Ill-timed, however, the blow lands as the ship lurches, and sends both of them careening over the railing into the darkness below.
The ship bucks once more, hardest of all, but finally comes to rest. The fire doused with the help of Branch's magics, the deck falls into a heavy darkness, and suffocating silence. The fog remains, blotting out most of the light from the moon. Even the lantern-light of the pursuing ship has gone missing. A moment later, people begin to groan, and sound off. The crew begin to reorganize themselves, checking wounds, examining the damage to the ship.
Chatcho wanders the ship, impassively stepping around unconscious/dead passengers, and inspecting the damage. Bardic Inspiration strikes and deepens his scrutiny.
Investigation: 18
Bardic Inspiration:5
Once the ship settles back down, Branch looks wildly at Bramble, "Do you... do you think that was one of the sea creatures from down below??" with it being dark, you can't really see her face, and the way she says it, she almost sounds more excited about it than nervous.
She then turns to one of the crew members she and Bramble were just assisting, "So, any of you know how to steer the ship now that uh, our number one has taken a dive?"
"I, uh... I've got no idea, really. I'm still processing what just happened," Bramble says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've got no experience with ships, um, so I think someone else may want to take the... the wheel."
Still reeling from the ships melee and from trying not to be throw overboard Han yells to the crew “Your captains gone over board someone light a lantern or torch see if you can spot him! One of you check the steering components make sure their still working!” As he yell out he move back to the women by the main mast and pull rope from his pack binding her unconscious form the the mast to wait till she wakes to get some answers.