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Da'Kal swings at the creature with a mighty blow, but at the last fraction of a second it launches itself at Yaris, and the thri-kreen's axe passes just behind it!
[#8 bite at Yaris: 7 for 3 plus 3 poison damage, and the target must succeed on a DC 10 Constitution saving throw or become poisoned for 1 minute]
Meanwhile, the other remaining hatchling bites at Da'Kal's turned back, moments before Icarus lays an electrified hand on it; it wails in pain and a stench of burning chitin fills the air but it stays upright.
[#1 bite at Da'Kal: 16 for 4 plus 5 poison damage, blah blah con save]
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Da'Kal takes a nasty bite from the hatchling behind her. [If I'm doing my maths right, she's at 1hp?]
Yaris nimbly dodges the other's bite, and returns the attack.
[Quarterstaff at #8: 25 for 7 bludgeoning damage]
[That's a miss (or it was, before I edited this in, sigh). Two hatchlings remain, #1 with only a couple hp left, #8 is undamaged, and it's Zoide's turn]
Da'Kal takes a nasty bite from the hatchling behind her. [If I'm doing my maths right, she's at 1hp?]
Yaris nimbly dodges the other's bite, and returns the attack.
[Quarterstaff at #8: 18 for 6 bludgeoning damage]
[That's a miss (or it was, before I edited this in, sigh). Two hatchlings remain, #1 with only a couple hp left, #8 is undamaged, and it's Zoide's turn]
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Da'Kal splatters the one that almost took her out all over the floor. Mirt's rug is going to need so much cleaning to get all the ichor and shards of chitin out.
The last remaining hatchling bites at Yaris.
[#8 bites at Yaris: 4 for 2 plus 1 poison damage, save etc]
[Icarus is up again, can his magic end this fight?]
Bolts of magical energy slam into the final hatchling and it keels over. All the enemies have been defeated!
Mirt pulls his blade from its scabbard and shouts "Ha!", turning just in time to see nothing left to attack—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. Somebody must have heard the commotion and 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 will 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!]
[@DM - Icarus would like to go back to the Quartermaster. At 2nd level he has chosen the Bladesinging Arcane Tradition and needs to pick up light armor and a Rapier. ]
Da'Kal shakes her companions enthusiastically with all four arms. The fact that the academy is having other problems is a minor detail compared to the victory they have won!
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
[@DM - Icarus would like to go back to the Quartermaster. At 2nd level he has chosen the Bladesinging Arcane Tradition and needs to pick up light armor and a Rapier. ]
It probably takes a while for the commotion to die down after the thefts and the attack on Mirt, but eventually Blip opens up the stores again and is happy to sell you anything you need.
[In case it wasn't obvious, the ingots Mirt handed out are fully fungible, you can just treat them like 50gp in cash each]
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. "Cadets Da'Kal, Icarus and..." she squints at her paperwork slightly, "nine-four-jay-dash-zero? I believe you all know each other," she gestures to a thri-kreen, an astral elf and an autognome. "And these are cadets Wisefire, Eris and Princess, who also went through orientation together," she indicates a human, a tabaxi and another elf. "The six of you are a team now. 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.
"Woah! I've never knew that there were places like these! If only captain and the others would've love to explore this with me...!" A tall, well endowed tabaxi was standing next to the newbies like her as she attempts to familiarize herself with the locations inside the academy since she's only spent a few weeks here. Her captain did give her the go-for-it signal to see what i's all about, but to her though... the thought of leaving her crew behind made her senses tingle a little. I wonder what captain and the others would think about those weird ships she thought. They way they are piloted is way out of all our feline senses... She then curls her tail in excitement at gazing towards some cadets of races that she has never seen before."Oh wow! So many different life forms I haven't seen before! You must be the current cadets I'm grouped with am I right?" she exclaims before giving a modest bow and curling her tail."Pleased to meet you all. My name is Eris!"
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Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
Seeing cadets new to her, Princess grins at the introductions. “Wots ‘ew mates? Princess’s wot me mate calls me, ye luk loik a shiny bunch.” Her speech is at gross odds with her appearance which is quite clean and put together, everything in its place as it were.
The insect-like woman says while taking and eating food in the line.
*mmm try this green thing, it is much better than space rations*
"Huh? Green thing? Who was that? Who spoke in my head?!" Exclaims Eris as she frantically swivels her head in search for the life form that telepathically communicated with her. She knows that no one opened their mouths when she heard it, but she has no idea that the Thri-Kreen could use telepathy.
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Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
“Wot’chu ne’er seed a chitty afore?” Princess jabs a thumb at Da’Kal. Turning to Eris, Princess pats their shoulder. “The chitty’s be gud sorts, and I ain’t knowin, but I ain’t think they c’n tumble yet brain fer much.” She says reassuringly.
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Da'Kal swings at the creature with a mighty blow, but at the last fraction of a second it launches itself at Yaris, and the thri-kreen's axe passes just behind it!
[#8 bite at Yaris: 7 for 3 plus 3 poison damage, and the target must succeed on a DC 10 Constitution saving throw or become poisoned for 1 minute]
Meanwhile, the other remaining hatchling bites at Da'Kal's turned back, moments before Icarus lays an electrified hand on it; it wails in pain and a stench of burning chitin fills the air but it stays upright.
[#1 bite at Da'Kal: 16 for 4 plus 5 poison damage, blah blah con save]
Da'Kal takes a nasty bite from the hatchling behind her. [If I'm doing my maths right, she's at 1hp?]
Yaris nimbly dodges the other's bite, and returns the attack.
[Quarterstaff at #8: 25 for 7 bludgeoning damage]
[That's a miss (or it was, before I edited this in, sigh). Two hatchlings remain, #1 with only a couple hp left, #8 is undamaged, and it's Zoide's turn]
Unconscious!!
SAVED!!!
OOC: Thanks!
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Mirt pulls on his belt and breeches, with much huffing and puffing.
No sooner has Da'Kal hits the deck unconscious, than a spell from Zoide brings her back, and she leaps back into action.
[Da'Kal's turn!]
A little dazed from being knocked out, Da'Kal advances on the closest bad thing.
*Hyah!*
Attack: 17 Damage: 8
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Da'Kal splatters the one that almost took her out all over the floor. Mirt's rug is going to need so much cleaning to get all the ichor and shards of chitin out.
The last remaining hatchling bites at Yaris.
[#8 bites at Yaris: 4 for 2 plus 1 poison damage, save etc]
[Icarus is up again, can his magic end this fight?]
Icarus casts magic missile at the last one.
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D&D since 1984
[Yes. Yes it can]
Bolts of magical energy slam into the final hatchling and it keels over. All the enemies have been defeated!
Mirt pulls his blade from its scabbard and shouts "Ha!", turning just in time to see nothing left to attack—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. Somebody must have heard the commotion and 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 will 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!]
[@DM - Icarus would like to go back to the Quartermaster. At 2nd level he has chosen the Bladesinging Arcane Tradition and needs to pick up light armor and a Rapier. ]
D&D since 1984
*HAHA!* That was well done my friends!*
Da'Kal shakes her companions enthusiastically with all four arms. The fact that the academy is having other problems is a minor detail compared to the victory they have won!
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
It probably takes a while for the commotion to die down after the thefts and the attack on Mirt, but eventually Blip opens up the stores again and is happy to sell you anything you need.
[In case it wasn't obvious, the ingots Mirt handed out are fully fungible, you can just treat them like 50gp in cash each]
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. "Cadets Da'Kal, Icarus and..." she squints at her paperwork slightly, "nine-four-jay-dash-zero? I believe you all know each other," she gestures to a thri-kreen, an astral elf and an autognome. "And these are cadets Wisefire, Eris and Princess, who also went through orientation together," she indicates a human, a tabaxi and another elf. "The six of you are a team now. 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.
"Woah! I've never knew that there were places like these! If only captain and the others would've love to explore this with me...!" A tall, well endowed tabaxi was standing next to the newbies like her as she attempts to familiarize herself with the locations inside the academy since she's only spent a few weeks here. Her captain did give her the go-for-it signal to see what i's all about, but to her though... the thought of leaving her crew behind made her senses tingle a little. I wonder what captain and the others would think about those weird ships she thought. They way they are piloted is way out of all our feline senses... She then curls her tail in excitement at gazing towards some cadets of races that she has never seen before. "Oh wow! So many different life forms I haven't seen before! You must be the current cadets I'm grouped with am I right?" she exclaims before giving a modest bow and curling her tail. "Pleased to meet you all. My name is Eris!"
Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
“Hi, my name’s Icarus “
D&D since 1984
*Greeting all! I am Da'Kal!*
The insect-like woman says while taking and eating food in the line.
*mmm try this green thing, it is much better than space rations*
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Seeing cadets new to her, Princess grins at the introductions. “Wots ‘ew mates? Princess’s wot me mate calls me, ye luk loik a shiny bunch.” Her speech is at gross odds with her appearance which is quite clean and put together, everything in its place as it were.
"Huh? Green thing? Who was that? Who spoke in my head?!" Exclaims Eris as she frantically swivels her head in search for the life form that telepathically communicated with her. She knows that no one opened their mouths when she heard it, but she has no idea that the Thri-Kreen could use telepathy.
Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
“Wot’chu ne’er seed a chitty afore?” Princess jabs a thumb at Da’Kal. Turning to Eris, Princess pats their shoulder. “The chitty’s be gud sorts, and I ain’t knowin, but I ain’t think they c’n tumble yet brain fer much.” She says reassuringly.