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The catian was about to aim for Qitru a second time... until she notices Miken falling unconscious in the hand of the gith; She moves 20ft forward in case her ranged attacks would miss and immediately directs her feral rage ontot the gith that struck Miken.
Lightning launcher Attack: 17 Damage: 10 + extra 3
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Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
[I think you're about 70' from Qitru, and the other is a little further away on the balcony, about 90', and maybe slightly obscured by one of the fins of the ship, so it makes sense that:]
Eris races to the starboard railing to get a better shot, and unleashes a lightning blast at the githyanki on the balcony. His body lights up with a flash electrical energy, and for a moment you could swear you can see the outline of his skeleton, before he collapses to the deck in a gently smouldering heap. Released from the githyanki's grip, Miken's unconscious form slumps across a nearby table.
Meanwhile Da'Kal continues slashing at Qitru, but the warrior is determined not to underestimate you after your last encounter, and carefully dodges the thri-kreen's blade.
Zoide flings a flash of light at Qitru, while Icarus slashes deeply across her chest, then gets under her guard and plunges his dagger deep into her throat. Silent but for a slight gurgling, she slides to the deck of the Founding, her dead, unseeing eyes facing the sky where her ship is disappearing into the void of space.
Princess recalls that the giff whose bodies you dropped into the ocean were trying to take control of the Flighty Foundling; presumably the intention was to use her to escape.
Quietly, at her feet, Miken starts to cry.
[You guys blew through that last fight faster than I expected! Any last things you want to do before we take a Legally Blonde-style cut to graduation day?]
“Oi cut ye wa’er wo’ks. Ye kenned te knoife yer mates i te spine, an ye c’n deal wit te sults wit’ou all te damn blubbin.” Princess prods Miken with a slippered toe. Her voice is neither angry nor accusatory, but she does sound mildly annoyed.
(Oi cut your water works. You kenned (thought) to knife your mates in the spine, and you can deal with the results without all the damn blubbering.)
Princess recalls that the giff whose bodies you dropped into the ocean were trying to take control of the Flighty Foundling; presumably the intention was to use her to escape.
Quietly, at her feet, Miken starts to cry.
[You guys blew through that last fight faster than I expected! Any last things you want to do before we take a Legally Blonde-style cut to graduation day?]
"Miken!"Eris calls out as she jumps off the ship's deck and lands gracefully on her feet before dashing over in tears to embrace him. "You're alive... We're so glad... we thought you'd be alien food!" She continues to hug and sob for a few more minutes before her sense of duty finally says inside her Catian head, that enough is enough; She rises onto her feet and harmlessly (but forcefully) slaps Miken in the face for the betrayal. It was something she had never done to a person like him before, but still, she did what she did.
“Oi cut ye wa’er wo’ks. Ye kenned te knoife yer mates i te spine, an ye c’n deal wit te sults wit’ou all te damn blubbin.” Princess prods Miken with a slippered toe. Her voice is neither angry nor accusatory, but she does sound mildly annoyed.
(Oi cut your water works. You kenned (thought) to knife your mates in the spine, and you can deal with the results without all the damn blubbering.)
"That aside, you need to be careful of who you decide to stab in the back next time. You're lucky that I'm not the catgirl who tears her prey without reason." Eris finishes in a grave voice before she walks off in sorrow whilst she contacts her captain about the final mounds of data she had finished collecting. "Sorry to say this but... you're on your own."
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Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
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…
The catian was about to aim for Qitru a second time... until she notices Miken falling unconscious in the hand of the gith; She moves 20ft forward in case her ranged attacks would miss and immediately directs her feral rage ontot the gith that struck Miken.
Lightning launcher Attack: 17 Damage: 10 + extra 3
Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
[I think you're about 70' from Qitru, and the other is a little further away on the balcony, about 90', and maybe slightly obscured by one of the fins of the ship, so it makes sense that:]
Eris races to the starboard railing to get a better shot, and unleashes a lightning blast at the githyanki on the balcony. His body lights up with a flash electrical energy, and for a moment you could swear you can see the outline of his skeleton, before he collapses to the deck in a gently smouldering heap. Released from the githyanki's grip, Miken's unconscious form slumps across a nearby table.
Meanwhile Da'Kal continues slashing at Qitru, but the warrior is determined not to underestimate you after your last encounter, and carefully dodges the thri-kreen's blade.
[Zoide's turn still, then Princess and Icarus.]
Icarus will advance to the Git with Da'Kal and attack with sword and dagger.
Attack: 10 Damage: 12
Bonus Action - Attack: 17 Damage: 7
D&D since 1984
You can roll with advantage due to Da'Kal's wolf totem =)
"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
Second rolls for Advantage:
Attack: 25 Damage: 10
Bonus Action - Attack: 22 Damage: 7
D&D since 1984
Seeing the other Gith well in hand, Princess starts looking for what exactly the gith thought they were going to escape on.
[Make a, let's see, Investigation or Insight check.]
Zoide flings a flash of light at Qitru, while Icarus slashes deeply across her chest, then gets under her guard and plunges his dagger deep into her throat. Silent but for a slight gurgling, she slides to the deck of the Founding, her dead, unseeing eyes facing the sky where her ship is disappearing into the void of space.
8 insight check
Princess recalls that the giff whose bodies you dropped into the ocean were trying to take control of the Flighty Foundling; presumably the intention was to use her to escape.
Quietly, at her feet, Miken starts to cry.
[You guys blew through that last fight faster than I expected! Any last things you want to do before we take a Legally Blonde-style cut to graduation day?]
“Oi cut ye wa’er wo’ks. Ye kenned te knoife yer mates i te spine, an ye c’n deal wit te sults wit’ou all te damn blubbin.” Princess prods Miken with a slippered toe. Her voice is neither angry nor accusatory, but she does sound mildly annoyed.
(Oi cut your water works. You kenned (thought) to knife your mates in the spine, and you can deal with the results without all the damn blubbering.)
I'm good
D&D since 1984
"Miken!" Eris calls out as she jumps off the ship's deck and lands gracefully on her feet before dashing over in tears to embrace him. "You're alive... We're so glad... we thought you'd be alien food!" She continues to hug and sob for a few more minutes before her sense of duty finally says inside her Catian head, that enough is enough; She rises onto her feet and harmlessly (but forcefully) slaps Miken in the face for the betrayal. It was something she had never done to a person like him before, but still, she did what she did.
"That aside, you need to be careful of who you decide to stab in the back next time. You're lucky that I'm not the catgirl who tears her prey without reason." Eris finishes in a grave voice before she walks off in sorrow whilst she contacts her captain about the final mounds of data she had finished collecting. "Sorry to say this but... you're on your own."
Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
*We're letting her go then?*
"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'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…
(Thank you so much for this awesome game! I’ve had a blast so far and I’m hoping that that ending means there might be a season 2 to play?)
OOC: Yes, this has been a very enjoyable experience. Thank You So Much!!
Sign me up for the next chapter!
"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