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Xavier watches intently as the battle swirls around him, a big goofy grin on his face. He probably shouldn't be enjoying this, but he couldn't help it. This was his happy place, and the creatures still had yet to lay a hand on him. He saw his opportunity to strike against the final two standing hatchlings. This was his chance. It would take a well placed strike on each to kill them both, but he believed. He ran at the nearest and swung a left hook at it's face, then he planted his left foot and made a sweeping kick with his right foot (on either the same hatchling if it lives and the other if not)
Xavier throws a punch that would have been lethal if the creature hadn't dodged slightly at the last moment, and the blow glances off its carapace. The dodge puts it right in the way of the elf's foot, though, and the kick lands right on its temple. The hatchling sways, bleeding sticky ichor, and looks like it's about to collapse, but there's a little life in it yet. [So close! If either of the first attack roll or the second damage roll was just one higher it'd be dead...] It bites back at Xavier in retaliation; meanwhile the other bites at Zaius.
[#3 bite at Zaius: 5 for 4 piercing damage plus 2 poison damage, and the target must succeed on a DC 10 Constitution saving throw or become poisoned for 1 minute #5 bite at Xavier: 14 for 2 piercing damage plus 1 poison damage, same save]
Two quick jabs from Roy's daggers lay waste to the penultimate hatchling!
Breeches around his ankles, Mirt crawls on all fours for his belt and rapier.
[Rel, Gloix, Zaius and Xavier are up, technically in that order, but feel free to post out of order at this point—who wants to take the final enemy's final hit point?]
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(me)
Xavier's smile was gone. That stupid hatchling was supposed to be dead already. He deftly dodged the feeble attempt from the hatchling, and saw Roy take down another hatchling. He felt like he should let someone else go for whatever reason, but he was mad now, and he wanted to end the fight. He made a left straight right to the front...ness of the hatchling. He might follow it up with a right hook should it miss.
Mirt pulls his blade from its scabbard and shouts "Ha!", turning just in time to Xavier's right hook put down the last enemy—then accidentally yanks his belt off in the process, causing his breeches to slip down again.
You begin to hear alarms sounding throughout the Bridge Quarters, followed by the thunder of booted feet as security forces converge on Mirt’s room. The security officers Rel convinced must have raised the alert. Mirt grumpily pulls his breeches up again, and glowers, "Who dares try to get me killed. Me, Mirt the Merciless! Mark my words, heads will roll when I find out who's behind this outrage! And 'afore I've even had mah breakfast! Utterly indecent, that's mah whole day ruined, that is." He continues to gripe until he gradually runs out of steam, at which point the door opens and Mister Blip enters, flanked by two security officers. It's difficult to tell, but the autognome looks worried. His bronze mustache hangs lower than usual, and his mechanical eyes have sunken in their sockets.
"With regret, Master Mirt, this attack was merely a diversion. While our forces were being drawn here, more burglaries were reported across the academy. Our thief has struck again!"
"Bah! I want all senior officers in th' conference room in ten minutes," Mirt orders. "An' get me some bacon an' eggs!" he shouts after Blip the other officers as they file out of the room. Turning to you, he lowers his voice and says, with a slightly embarrassed tone, "Ye've done me a service, an' I'd appreciate it if ye'd keep mah slight... indisposition... earlier on th' down low, as 'twere." He fishes around in a nearby backpack and draws forth a pouch, from which he digs out a handful of golden ingots. He tosses an ingot [worth 50 gp] to each of you, before ushering you out of the room.
With that, you've been dismissed for the day. You hand in the gold security helmets and head down to the Cadet Quarters for some lunch and well-earned rest!
[Feel free to RP any post-battle banter, as our camera pulls out over you eating together and fades to black as we roll credits on Episode One. You can take a long rest, recovering all hit points, expended spell slots and limited use abilities, and you are now level 2!]
Rel tries to fade into the background as he realizes that he helped the "thief" by diverting the security forces here to Mirt's quarters. Luckily, no one seems to blame him, but he's not about to remind anyone of his role. He gratefully catches and stows the ingot in his belt-pouch, and heads back to Quarters with the others, outwardly laughing and joking, but internally pondering the autognome's last words: "Our thief has struck again!"
Gloix gives a little clack of mandibles when thievery and diversion is mentioned as he listens intently but shuffled out with the others towards the cafeteria. "It seems there is more a learning opportunity here at the academy" he projects to his companions.
Xavier takes a breath, and let's his smile return. It was fine, for now. There was probably some sort of problem with the attack, but he wasn't in the mood to think to much on it. He yawns, tries to casually wipe the literal blood on his hands, and looks at the group. "Well that sure was something, I'm pretty tired, let's go take a rest guys"
Zaius follows the others back to the dining hall and their quarters, but he can’t help thinking about what happened. “What were those things and did you hear what they said? A thief has struck again, wonder what they are taking from the Academy”he asks the others, making conversation while they eat.
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Roy looks at the carcasses of the hatchlings, curiosity getting the better of him as he had never encountered anything like them before. Remembering the bite, he wonders if he can collect/harvest any of their venom.
Before Mirt herds you all out, Roy is able to prod at one of the creatures, squeezing a foul-smelling, viscous liquid out of some kind of gland, which he collects in a small vial.
Today's the day! It's the official start of your Spelljammer Academy training. Tensions are running high on the island of Nimbral, thanks to a recent rash of thefts and an attack against the academy's founder, Mirt the Merciless, but the academy's instructors have made it clear that it's business as usual for new cadets. Fresh from orientation, you and your crewmates are to report to Saerthe Abizin, the Spelljammer training officer. Before you head out, though, your first stop is the academy refectory for a hearty breakfast.
As you leave the dormitory, the duty officer pulls a few cadets aside. "There's been some shuffling of the squad assignments after yesterday's... incident," she informs you. "Cadet Erma here has been assigned to your squad. Now hurry up and get to the refectory before the food runs out, you can get to know each other over breakfast."
Found on the Cadet Quarters level, the refectory is a large communal dining hall with a patio. The room is well lit by a dozen blue-glowing orbs attached by bronze-colored rods to the ceiling. An L-shaped counter to the northwest is covered with small tools, contraptions, and alchemical tubes and containers. Behind the counter, a door bears a sign that reads "Staff Only." A stocky giff is behind the counter, preparing meals for the line of students queueing up to receive their food; between the queue and the handful of tables spread around the area, there are probably a couple of dozen students in the room.
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Erma nods grimly. "So you had an incident, did you? Adult supervision is here now and there won't be any more incidents."
She looks at each and every one of the cadets in turn, then points with her chin towards the food, "Eat and debrief at the same time. Focus on your weaknesses. I need to those to keep any further incidents to a minimum."
The grandmotherly dwarven lady then marches past them with the gleaming chain mail making almost no sounds because it's strapped on overly tightly. She dumps her warhammer and shield at the closest table and goes to grab some food.
Anyone looking and with a passive perception over (slight of hand: 14) will notice that she pours something from a small flask into her mug before she sits down to eat.
Erma points at the person who sits down across from here, "You go first."
Gloix gets his tray of food from whatever is left for options and moves to settle down at the table with the rest of the group and their newest member and his voice telepathically transmits to the dwarf, "It is good to have you with us, Erma. I am Gloix, a wizard and one of the group that can man the spelljamming helm. I think you will find the group to be less.. serious in demeanor than you are perhaps used to."
Rel rubs his hands together with glee. "Oh boy," he whispers to Xavier, "Well, you are off the hook. I've just found a new target for my practical jokes."
The satyr stands when Erma returns to the table, bowing with an elaborate flourish, and says, "Relonius Thistledown Eggplant the Third, at your service, madam. Welcome to the the team. I had no idea that they had a senior-citizen recruitment division. Here, let me get your chair for you. I'm sure you've got some great stories to share, about the old days, when spelljamming was just a theory debated by old wizards and young boys. Assuming you can still remember your long-lost youth?"
Zaius cuts the creature down. Only two remain!
[Xavier is up, can his fists finish the fight?]
Xavier watches intently as the battle swirls around him, a big goofy grin on his face. He probably shouldn't be enjoying this, but he couldn't help it. This was his happy place, and the creatures still had yet to lay a hand on him. He saw his opportunity to strike against the final two standing hatchlings. This was his chance. It would take a well placed strike on each to kill them both, but he believed. He ran at the nearest and swung a left hook at it's face, then he planted his left foot and made a sweeping kick with his right foot (on either the same hatchling if it lives and the other if not)
To hit: 26 Damage: 7
To hit: 23 Damage: 7
Xavier throws a punch that would have been lethal if the creature hadn't dodged slightly at the last moment, and the blow glances off its carapace. The dodge puts it right in the way of the elf's foot, though, and the kick lands right on its temple. The hatchling sways, bleeding sticky ichor, and looks like it's about to collapse, but there's a little life in it yet. [So close! If either of the first attack roll or the second damage roll was just one higher it'd be dead...] It bites back at Xavier in retaliation; meanwhile the other bites at Zaius.
[#3 bite at Zaius: 5 for 4 piercing damage plus 2 poison damage, and the target must succeed on a DC 10 Constitution saving throw or become poisoned for 1 minute
#5 bite at Xavier: 14 for 2 piercing damage plus 1 poison damage, same save]
[Roy is up next!]
Roy, gets up, shakes his head to clear it, give a quick nod to Rel and attacks the hatchling closest to him with his daggers.
Attack 1: 22 Damage: 4
Attack 2: 21 Damage: 4
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Two quick jabs from Roy's daggers lay waste to the penultimate hatchling!
Breeches around his ankles, Mirt crawls on all fours for his belt and rapier.
[Rel, Gloix, Zaius and Xavier are up, technically in that order, but feel free to post out of order at this point—who wants to take the final enemy's final hit point?]
(me)
Xavier's smile was gone. That stupid hatchling was supposed to be dead already. He deftly dodged the feeble attempt from the hatchling, and saw Roy take down another hatchling. He felt like he should let someone else go for whatever reason, but he was mad now, and he wanted to end the fight. He made a left straight right to the front...ness of the hatchling. He might follow it up with a right hook should it miss.
To hit: 10 Damage: 6
To hit: 18 Damage: 6
Mirt pulls his blade from its scabbard and shouts "Ha!", turning just in time to Xavier's right hook put down the last enemy—then accidentally yanks his belt off in the process, causing his breeches to slip down again.
You begin to hear alarms sounding throughout the Bridge Quarters, followed by the thunder of booted feet as security forces converge on Mirt’s room. The security officers Rel convinced must have raised the alert. Mirt grumpily pulls his breeches up again, and glowers, "Who dares try to get me killed. Me, Mirt the Merciless! Mark my words, heads will roll when I find out who's behind this outrage! And 'afore I've even had mah breakfast! Utterly indecent, that's mah whole day ruined, that is." He continues to gripe until he gradually runs out of steam, at which point the door opens and Mister Blip enters, flanked by two security officers. It's difficult to tell, but the autognome looks worried. His bronze mustache hangs lower than usual, and his mechanical eyes have sunken in their sockets.
"With regret, Master Mirt, this attack was merely a diversion. While our forces were being drawn here, more burglaries were reported across the academy. Our thief has struck again!"
"Bah! I want all senior officers in th' conference room in ten minutes," Mirt orders. "An' get me some bacon an' eggs!" he shouts after Blip the other officers as they file out of the room. Turning to you, he lowers his voice and says, with a slightly embarrassed tone, "Ye've done me a service, an' I'd appreciate it if ye'd keep mah slight... indisposition... earlier on th' down low, as 'twere." He fishes around in a nearby backpack and draws forth a pouch, from which he digs out a handful of golden ingots. He tosses an ingot [worth 50 gp] to each of you, before ushering you out of the room.
With that, you've been dismissed for the day. You hand in the gold security helmets and head down to the Cadet Quarters for some lunch and well-earned rest!
[Feel free to RP any post-battle banter, as our camera pulls out over you eating together and fades to black as we roll credits on Episode One. You can take a long rest, recovering all hit points, expended spell slots and limited use abilities, and you are now level 2!]
Rel tries to fade into the background as he realizes that he helped the "thief" by diverting the security forces here to Mirt's quarters. Luckily, no one seems to blame him, but he's not about to remind anyone of his role. He gratefully catches and stows the ingot in his belt-pouch, and heads back to Quarters with the others, outwardly laughing and joking, but internally pondering the autognome's last words: "Our thief has struck again!"
[OOC Woohoo! Level 2!]
Gloix gives a little clack of mandibles when thievery and diversion is mentioned as he listens intently but shuffled out with the others towards the cafeteria. "It seems there is more a learning opportunity here at the academy" he projects to his companions.
Xavier takes a breath, and let's his smile return. It was fine, for now. There was probably some sort of problem with the attack, but he wasn't in the mood to think to much on it. He yawns, tries to casually wipe the literal blood on his hands, and looks at the group. "Well that sure was something, I'm pretty tired, let's go take a rest guys"
Lev 2 let's gooo. It only took, like, 6 months 🤣
Zaius follows the others back to the dining hall and their quarters, but he can’t help thinking about what happened. “What were those things and did you hear what they said? A thief has struck again, wonder what they are taking from the Academy” he asks the others, making conversation while they eat.
4 months…. But that’s the nature of PbP games. 😁😁
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Roy looks at the carcasses of the hatchlings, curiosity getting the better of him as he had never encountered anything like them before. Remembering the bite, he wonders if he can collect/harvest any of their venom.
Investigation: 5
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Before Mirt herds you all out, Roy is able to prod at one of the creatures, squeezing a foul-smelling, viscous liquid out of some kind of gland, which he collects in a small vial.
[I'll say you manage to collect the equivalent of one Poison, Basic (vial)]
Episode Two: Trial by Fire
Today's the day! It's the official start of your Spelljammer Academy training. Tensions are running high on the island of Nimbral, thanks to a recent rash of thefts and an attack against the academy's founder, Mirt the Merciless, but the academy's instructors have made it clear that it's business as usual for new cadets. Fresh from orientation, you and your crewmates are to report to Saerthe Abizin, the Spelljammer training officer. Before you head out, though, your first stop is the academy refectory for a hearty breakfast.
As you leave the dormitory, the duty officer pulls a few cadets aside. "There's been some shuffling of the squad assignments after yesterday's... incident," she informs you. "Cadet Erma here has been assigned to your squad. Now hurry up and get to the refectory before the food runs out, you can get to know each other over breakfast."
Found on the Cadet Quarters level, the refectory is a large communal dining hall with a patio. The room is well lit by a dozen blue-glowing orbs attached by bronze-colored rods to the ceiling. An L-shaped counter to the northwest is covered with small tools, contraptions, and alchemical tubes and containers. Behind the counter, a door bears a sign that reads "Staff Only." A stocky giff is behind the counter, preparing meals for the line of students queueing up to receive their food; between the queue and the handful of tables spread around the area, there are probably a couple of dozen students in the room.
Erma nods grimly. "So you had an incident, did you? Adult supervision is here now and there won't be any more incidents."
She looks at each and every one of the cadets in turn, then points with her chin towards the food, "Eat and debrief at the same time. Focus on your weaknesses. I need to those to keep any further incidents to a minimum."
The grandmotherly dwarven lady then marches past them with the gleaming chain mail making almost no sounds because it's strapped on overly tightly. She dumps her warhammer and shield at the closest table and goes to grab some food.
Anyone looking and with a passive perception over (slight of hand: 14) will notice that she pours something from a small flask into her mug before she sits down to eat.
Erma points at the person who sits down across from here, "You go first."
Gloix gets his tray of food from whatever is left for options and moves to settle down at the table with the rest of the group and their newest member and his voice telepathically transmits to the dwarf, "It is good to have you with us, Erma. I am Gloix, a wizard and one of the group that can man the spelljamming helm. I think you will find the group to be less.. serious in demeanor than you are perhaps used to."
Rel rubs his hands together with glee. "Oh boy," he whispers to Xavier, "Well, you are off the hook. I've just found a new target for my practical jokes."
The satyr stands when Erma returns to the table, bowing with an elaborate flourish, and says, "Relonius Thistledown Eggplant the Third, at your service, madam. Welcome to the the team. I had no idea that they had a senior-citizen recruitment division. Here, let me get your chair for you. I'm sure you've got some great stories to share, about the old days, when spelljamming was just a theory debated by old wizards and young boys. Assuming you can still remember your long-lost youth?"
Roy grabs his food, sits down at the teams table, nods an acknowledgement to his new teammate, and silently starts eating his food.
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard