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Zaius turns with the Gith as it side steps around him and takes advantage of its attack against Erma to slash his scimitar across the Gith’s midsection.
Attack: 16 Damage: 7 plus 7 superiority die damage.
(Spending last superiority die for feinting attack to gain advantage.)
Dodging and weaving, slipping on his own blood, the githyanki tries to get one last attack in on Erma and Zaius before one of you inevitably connects and puts him down. [#2 vs Erma: 11 for 9 slashing damage plus 9 psychic damage #2 vs Zaius: 12 for 8 slashing damage plus 6 psychic damage]
[Party's turns again. If you've got any inspiration or other tricks up your sleeve, this might be the time to use them.]
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Zaius growls as the Gith slips and weaves, dodging his blows “We are a sorry lot, Let’s end this now!” Knocking aside the Gith’s sword with his shield, he slashes his scimitar down across the creature's chest.
And with that, the githyanki falls to the floor, and for a moment, the corridors of the cadet quarters are silent, save for the soft sobbing of Miken, curled up at Erma's feet.
[I'll say if you really want to take him alive, you could act immediately to stabilise him before he bleeds out (but I'm not sure there's much more to get out of him). Other than that, feel free to RP any post-battle interactions between yourselves or with Miken, and then we'll take a Legally Blonde-style jump forward to gradation day for the wrap up!]
Erma will definitely spare the dying. "He's dumb, but we might have use for him later, even if for a prisoner exchange or something. We'll let others figure that out."
"I'll stay here with them, go see what else is going on."
She will disarm the githyanki and put him in manacles. She considers doing the same with Miken for a moment, but decides against it.
Zaius places his scimitar point down against the floor and leans on it slightly, trying to catch his breath. He looks around sheepishly “He probably dropped out of boredom. I hope Tarto didn’t see that pathetic display. We would never live it down.” He moves over and pulls Miken to his feet “Quit yer blubbering. I won’t give a crewmate up to those pirates, but you will still have to answer to the Old Man.” Zaius pushes him down the hallway back toward the holding area.
It's been a little over a year since you first set foot in Spelljammer Academy, and your big day is finally here. A ripple of excitement passes over the assembled cadets and past graduates packed into the gymnasium as the faculty ascend to the stage and take the seats set there. As is tradition, one chair is left empty, to commemorate the fallen. This year, someone has placed Petty Officer Ryeback's favourite chowder pot under this seat.
The usual congratulatory and/or inspirational speeches follow, full of reminders of the importance of working together and the duty to embody the values of the Spelljammer Fleet.
At last, Mirt begins to read out the name of each cadet, one at a time; as each is called, they rise and cross the stage. Saerthe takes their red cadet's cap from them, and in its place crowns them with the blue cap of a full ensign. Mirt congratulates each with a surprisingly firm handshake, and then Boatwain Tarto announces their new assignment: most to various ships in the fleet, but a few to join the ranks of the academy staff itself. Pffred is given a prestigious assignment to the Mystra's Grace, a deep astral exploration vessel; Krik'Lit is assigned to the Goliath, a cargo ship trading between several important wildspace systems. Veena does her best to suppress a frown as her assignment to the Bane of Bhaal is read; while technically also classed as a cargo ship, most people agree a more accurate designation would be "garbage scow".
A handful of cadets graduate with honors, either for academic excellence or for deeds of heroism—all of you are among the latter. To these graduates Mister Blip awards an extra prize. [You receive your choice of a +1 shield, any +1 simple or martial weapon, or any uncommon magic item from the core or or Spelljammer sources.]
Looking down from the stage at the sea of smiling faces (or at least, as close to Veena ever gets to a smile), you can't help noticing one face in particular is absent. Miken Haverstance was sentenced to five years of hard labor at a penal colony on a small island off the Sword Coast. In his last letter, he seemed content with his fate, and hopes to see the characters again once he's paid his debt to society.
The academy holds one final surprise for all of you. Instead of the name of a ship, or even the academy itself, Tarto announces each of you is assigned to something she refers to only as "Special Projects". From the reaction of the crowd, it seems noone has ever heard of this assignment before, and afterwards you're pretty sure you see Saerthe wink at you conspiratorially.
Mirt makes his closing remarks, redoubling his commitment to "keep the academy runnin', n'matter wha' any big blue buggers ha'e to say abou' it." The crowd cheers, and the graduates throw their new caps in the air… [Freeze frame. Fade to black. Roll credits.]
[Thanks so much for joining me in this adventure! I hope you've all had as much fun with it as I have. You've all been fantastic players; a DM could not hope for better.
…wait, what's this? A post-credits stinger?]
Meanwhile, far above the academy's sky dock, above the clouds, above even the air itself, in orbit around Toril, a strange, mothlike ship appears. Its purpose unknown, it waits, biding its time…
I had a great time as well, thanks for running this for us! And thanks to all of the players for an engaging and entertaining ride. Looking forward to continuing the adventure.
[Thanks so much for joining me in this adventure! I hope you've all had as much fun with it as I have. You've all been fantastic players; a DM could not hope for better.
…wait, what's this? A post-credits stinger?]
Meanwhile, far above the academy's sky dock, above the clouds, above even the air itself, in orbit around Toril, a strange, mothlike ship appears. Its purpose unknown, it waits, biding its time…
Quick, do we have a big iguana like ship at our dock? :D :D
Zaius turns with the Gith as it side steps around him and takes advantage of its attack against Erma to slash his scimitar across the Gith’s midsection.
Attack: 16 Damage: 7 plus 7 superiority die damage.
(Spending last superiority die for feinting attack to gain advantage.)
Roy attacks with the ballista once more.
Attack: 11 Damage: 13
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Dodging and weaving, slipping on his own blood, the githyanki tries to get one last attack in on Erma and Zaius before one of you inevitably connects and puts him down.
[#2 vs Erma: 11 for 9 slashing damage plus 9 psychic damage
#2 vs Zaius: 12 for 8 slashing damage plus 6 psychic damage]
[Party's turns again. If you've got any inspiration or other tricks up your sleeve, this might be the time to use them.]
Erma goes again with the warhammer:
Attack: 13 Damage: 11
She uses inspiration as well to re-roll the attack:
6
She's just sad.
Zaius growls as the Gith slips and weaves, dodging his blows “We are a sorry lot, Let’s end this now!” Knocking aside the Gith’s sword with his shield, he slashes his scimitar down across the creature's chest.
Attack: 9 Damage: 10.
.
Roy…. Rinse wash repeat…
Attack: 9 Damage: 11
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Out of frustration Roy let’s loose with his crossbow.
Attack: 18 Damage: 5
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Of course the lethal one hits **facepalm**
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
And with that, the githyanki falls to the floor, and for a moment, the corridors of the cadet quarters are silent, save for the soft sobbing of Miken, curled up at Erma's feet.
[I'll say if you really want to take him alive, you could act immediately to stabilise him before he bleeds out (but I'm not sure there's much more to get out of him). Other than that, feel free to RP any post-battle interactions between yourselves or with Miken, and then we'll take a Legally Blonde-style jump forward to gradation day for the wrap up!]
Erma will definitely spare the dying. "He's dumb, but we might have use for him later, even if for a prisoner exchange or something. We'll let others figure that out."
"I'll stay here with them, go see what else is going on."
She will disarm the githyanki and put him in manacles. She considers doing the same with Miken for a moment, but decides against it.
Zaius places his scimitar point down against the floor and leans on it slightly, trying to catch his breath. He looks around sheepishly “He probably dropped out of boredom. I hope Tarto didn’t see that pathetic display. We would never live it down.” He moves over and pulls Miken to his feet “Quit yer blubbering. I won’t give a crewmate up to those pirates, but you will still have to answer to the Old Man.” Zaius pushes him down the hallway back toward the holding area.
It's been a little over a year since you first set foot in Spelljammer Academy, and your big day is finally here. A ripple of excitement passes over the assembled cadets and past graduates packed into the gymnasium as the faculty ascend to the stage and take the seats set there. As is tradition, one chair is left empty, to commemorate the fallen. This year, someone has placed Petty Officer Ryeback's favourite chowder pot under this seat.
The usual congratulatory and/or inspirational speeches follow, full of reminders of the importance of working together and the duty to embody the values of the Spelljammer Fleet.
At last, Mirt begins to read out the name of each cadet, one at a time; as each is called, they rise and cross the stage. Saerthe takes their red cadet's cap from them, and in its place crowns them with the blue cap of a full ensign. Mirt congratulates each with a surprisingly firm handshake, and then Boatwain Tarto announces their new assignment: most to various ships in the fleet, but a few to join the ranks of the academy staff itself. Pffred is given a prestigious assignment to the Mystra's Grace, a deep astral exploration vessel; Krik'Lit is assigned to the Goliath, a cargo ship trading between several important wildspace systems. Veena does her best to suppress a frown as her assignment to the Bane of Bhaal is read; while technically also classed as a cargo ship, most people agree a more accurate designation would be "garbage scow".
A handful of cadets graduate with honors, either for academic excellence or for deeds of heroism—all of you are among the latter. To these graduates Mister Blip awards an extra prize.
[You receive your choice of a +1 shield, any +1 simple or martial weapon, or any uncommon magic item from the core or or Spelljammer sources.]
Looking down from the stage at the sea of smiling faces (or at least, as close to Veena ever gets to a smile), you can't help noticing one face in particular is absent. Miken Haverstance was sentenced to five years of hard labor at a penal colony on a small island off the Sword Coast. In his last letter, he seemed content with his fate, and hopes to see the characters again once he's paid his debt to society.
The academy holds one final surprise for all of you. Instead of the name of a ship, or even the academy itself, Tarto announces each of you is assigned to something she refers to only as "Special Projects". From the reaction of the crowd, it seems noone has ever heard of this assignment before, and afterwards you're pretty sure you see Saerthe wink at you conspiratorially.
Mirt makes his closing remarks, redoubling his commitment to "keep the academy runnin', n'matter wha' any big blue buggers ha'e to say abou' it." The crowd cheers, and the graduates throw their new caps in the air…
[Freeze frame. Fade to black. Roll credits.]
[Thanks so much for joining me in this adventure! I hope you've all had as much fun with it as I have. You've all been fantastic players; a DM could not hope for better.
…wait, what's this? A post-credits stinger?]
Meanwhile, far above the academy's sky dock, above the clouds, above even the air itself, in orbit around Toril, a strange, mothlike ship appears. Its purpose unknown, it waits, biding its time…
I had a great time as well, thanks for running this for us! And thanks to all of the players for an engaging and entertaining ride. Looking forward to continuing the adventure.
Erma is both anxious and happy. Special Projects sounds like it would take a lot of her skills.
She picked Luckstone for her, it's what she needs.
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It's been fun! Thank you for running it :)
Looking forward to the next steps.
Quick, do we have a big iguana like ship at our dock? :D :D
Looking forward to the next steps as well.
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Roy selects the Bracers of Archery
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard