Irritated with himself and the way the battle seemed to be favoring thier opponents, Ori moves to the man with a spear in him. Ori removes the spear and looks back at the probable captin and the to the one who put out the fire. "Put this out." He hurles the spear at the magic man.
Attack with disadvantage due to range: 14 for 9 damage.
With their numbers dwindling, breaking the morale of the attackers seems more urgent than ever, especially given their inability to set the marauders' vessel ablaze. Cainneach again focuses and takes aim at the massive mage (assuming Ori didn't fell him, otherwise aims at the Captain).
Irritated with himself and the way the battle seemed to be favoring thier opponents, Ori moves to the man with a spear in him. Ori removes the spear and looks back at the probable captin and the to the one who put out the fire. "Put this out." He hurles the spear at the magic man.
Attack with disadvantage due to range: 14 for 9 damage.
With their numbers dwindling, breaking the morale of the attackers seems more urgent than ever, especially given their inability to set the marauders' vessel ablaze. Cainneach again focuses and takes aim at the massive mage (assuming Ori didn't fell him, otherwise aims at the Captain).
Thrown impossibly far by Oris strength the spear thudded into the deck before the huge man, moments later Vardis arrow landed in front of the captain to his right....then Cainneachs shaft bristled in the war priests chest and he coughed a little blood then spat and grinned and roared at the sky in glee.
(sorry for the long AFK ... I've been basically the main person with both time and functional energy to see to it the solstice holidays went well for self. friend and mom ... just let me catch up a bit and see if I can't come up with somethng more useful and interesting for Famh to do.)
Famh has been too busy with her plans to serve as an improvised arbalest to notice the floating jellyfish up to now; but she happens to be turning to get another stone just as they flush purple; and she is immediately overwhelmed with a wave of compassion for the poor creatures, dragged so unnaturally from their natural home to hover in such a strange position. She reaches out her hand, cooing softly, “Och, ye puir things … ”
(presuming they react as expected given the creature being homebrewed over; otherwise ignore following until re-edited to fit actual circumstances )
(DC 10 DEX save to dodge jellyfishes' spray attack 22; if missed, I'll edit in new dice rolls for her subsequent actions to reflect the disADV) As soon as Famh has somewhat recovered from her initial shock and dismay at the distinctly unfriendly display of these wee bonnie jellyfish that she failed to notice in time, her face quickly flushes to match the fiery colour of her hair and her e’en to burn with an outraged ire. Had she still thought herself the only combatant on the field who could wield the powers of sorcery, she might have been able to reason out that they had come in response to one of those strange fey currents that stir the air in Tir na n’og which lies just beside and slightly askew to this mortal world; and remember that her magic had been alternately plagued and blessed by just such strange and crack-humoured happenings ever since she discovered the Gift. But given Cainneach’s recent warning and the subsequent evidences that there is a warlock among the foe, she has no reason to suppose that the creatures were not summoned by him. She even imagines that had her flaming stone not forced them to reveal themselves prematurely, they might have reached the Baron with their insidious vapours as their attacker had surely intended. And if they hadn’t reached him, then they mught have sprayed their horrid miasma all over the mast and bulkheads and disabled everyone aboard the Avocet with nausea.
An inadvertent sniff before she can fully stop her nose brings certain unpleasant memories from the retinue’s journey north flashing across her mind, and she mutters a brief and fervent prayer: “Och, Laird Gatanades, nae!” Then, after a brief pause, “Or at the least, Laird, grant me that the cure will no prove the same; I could niver front the task o’ skinnin’ ane o’ those slimy things for soup … !“
But the purity and serenity of Famh’s soul in prayer is quickly overcast again by the sin of anger as her eyes fix on the huge baldhead in a resentful glare. “Ye think ye’re sae clever, dinna ye?,” she mutters between clenched teeth. “Weel, twa can play at yon game, as ye’re soon tae find!” She is briefly brought to pause by the reflection that she doesn’t actually know any glamours to summon creatures from the deep; but a subsequent thought brings the sparkle and snap back into her countenance again, and even to summon an impishly mischievous look as her glance drifts sideways slightly to take in the massing reivers as they prepare to cross the ever-narrowing gap between their ship and the Avocet… >;*D In the meantime, though, she sees no reason to express her displeasure with the enemy war priest in a more direct fashion ...
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Action this round: [spell]Chaos bolt]/spell] at the war priest 8, at 2nd lv. Damage - bl**dy complicated LOL ... 2d8 (rolled separately bc. the first one determines damage type for this spell)6 + 7, plus 2d6 (one for the basic spell and one for the extra spell slot) 4
Held action until just before the drakkar’s crew tries to board the Avocet: minor illusion of the mighty arm ofAegir reaching up from the depths to drag the boarders down in his crushing fist, while Famh departs from her usual practice and loudly chants incantations in which the name of Aegir is artfully and conspicuously inserted in a way that will not mar the magic; placed so that it bursts from the depths just far enough from them that they would not expect to feel the spray and thus will not detect its illusory nature by touch.
(OOC: probably won’t hold up to inspection very long when/if she does cast it; but Famh’s purpose isn't to halt them permanently so much as to scare and startle them long enough to make them freeze and hopefully let the party have a free round of shots at them before they figure it out and resume their advance /// … perhaps with a certain RED in their eyes as they figure out how Famh’s befooled them)
Thatch’s mouth hangs open in disbelief as the burly mage plucks the arrows from his chest like they were nothing and roars at the sky. “By the all the gods, how is he still standing?”
Glancing around the wave tossed ships, Thatch notices the jellyfish floating away from Famh and tries to press them into service as reluctant allies. He rubs the burnished metal of his ring and images and words in an unfamiliar language spring into his mind as he speaks to the jellyfish, urging them to swarm against the oncoming raiders. “They are after you, they are after all of us. Drive them back! Protect yourselves!”
The weirdly floating jellyfish begin undulating towards the drakkar even as its oarsmen put on a burst of speed and its draconic prow crashes into the stern of the Avocet.
The enemy captain roars and bites the inside of his cheek filling his mouth with blood and moving far faster and further than his crew leaps up onto the prow at astonishing speed surprising Father Cadfael as he swings his axe at the priest twice.
Captain Jarv vs Father Cadfael- Attack: 12 Damage: 10
Captain Jarv vs Father Cadfael- Attack: 9 Damage: 14
The archers shift their aim to Baron Aldred and his men.
Attack vs MaA: 20 Damage: 11
Attack vs Baron: 17 Damage: 5
Attack vs MaA: 26 Damage: 16
Attack vs MaA2: 8 Damage: 5
Attack vs MaA2: 19 Damage: 7
The rest of the enemy crew press forward but are not as nimble as their captain so must wait until the ships are truly joined....
The huge shaved headed storm witch festooned with injuries looks to the bow and reaches out a hand....the wooden draconic head of the drakkar animates and bites down on the Avocets stern holding the two ships joined together.
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( Likely 2 more rounds.)
Irritated with himself and the way the battle seemed to be favoring thier opponents, Ori moves to the man with a spear in him. Ori removes the spear and looks back at the probable captin and the to the one who put out the fire. "Put this out." He hurles the spear at the magic man.
Attack with disadvantage due to range: 14 for 9 damage.
With their numbers dwindling, breaking the morale of the attackers seems more urgent than ever, especially given their inability to set the marauders' vessel ablaze. Cainneach again focuses and takes aim at the massive mage (assuming Ori didn't fell him, otherwise aims at the Captain).
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Vardi sighted on the enemy captain and loosed another arrow.
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
Thrown impossibly far by Oris strength the spear thudded into the deck before the huge man, moments later Vardis arrow landed in front of the captain to his right....then Cainneachs shaft bristled in the war priests chest and he coughed a little blood then spat and grinned and roared at the sky in glee.
( Famh is up)
Famh continues holding her dweomer until the enemy draws closer....
( Thatch is up)
(sorry for the long AFK ... I've been basically the main person with both time and functional energy to see to it the solstice holidays went well for self. friend and mom ... just let me catch up a bit and see if I can't come up with somethng more useful and interesting for Famh to do.)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Famh has been too busy with her plans to serve as an improvised arbalest to notice the floating jellyfish up to now; but she happens to be turning to get another stone just as they flush purple; and she is immediately overwhelmed with a wave of compassion for the poor creatures, dragged so unnaturally from their natural home to hover in such a strange position. She reaches out her hand, cooing softly, “Och, ye puir things … ”
(presuming they react as expected given the creature being homebrewed over; otherwise ignore following until re-edited to fit actual circumstances )
(DC 10 DEX save to dodge jellyfishes' spray attack 22; if missed, I'll edit in new dice rolls for her subsequent actions to reflect the disADV) As soon as Famh has somewhat recovered from her initial shock and dismay at the distinctly unfriendly display of these wee bonnie jellyfish that she failed to notice in time, her face quickly flushes to match the fiery colour of her hair and her e’en to burn with an outraged ire. Had she still thought herself the only combatant on the field who could wield the powers of sorcery, she might have been able to reason out that they had come in response to one of those strange fey currents that stir the air in Tir na n’og which lies just beside and slightly askew to this mortal world; and remember that her magic had been alternately plagued and blessed by just such strange and crack-humoured happenings ever since she discovered the Gift. But given Cainneach’s recent warning and the subsequent evidences that there is a warlock among the foe, she has no reason to suppose that the creatures were not summoned by him. She even imagines that had her flaming stone not forced them to reveal themselves prematurely, they might have reached the Baron with their insidious vapours as their attacker had surely intended. And if they hadn’t reached him, then they mught have sprayed their horrid miasma all over the mast and bulkheads and disabled everyone aboard the Avocet with nausea.
An inadvertent sniff before she can fully stop her nose brings certain unpleasant memories from the retinue’s journey north flashing across her mind, and she mutters a brief and fervent prayer: “Och, Laird Gatanades, nae!” Then, after a brief pause, “Or at the least, Laird, grant me that the cure will no prove the same; I could niver front the task o’ skinnin’ ane o’ those slimy things for soup … !“
But the purity and serenity of Famh’s soul in prayer is quickly overcast again by the sin of anger as her eyes fix on the huge baldhead in a resentful glare. “Ye think ye’re sae clever, dinna ye?,” she mutters between clenched teeth. “Weel, twa can play at yon game, as ye’re soon tae find!” She is briefly brought to pause by the reflection that she doesn’t actually know any glamours to summon creatures from the deep; but a subsequent thought brings the sparkle and snap back into her countenance again, and even to summon an impishly mischievous look as her glance drifts sideways slightly to take in the massing reivers as they prepare to cross the ever-narrowing gap between their ship and the Avocet… >;*D In the meantime, though, she sees no reason to express her displeasure with the enemy war priest in a more direct fashion ...
===***===
Action this round: [spell]Chaos bolt]/spell] at the war priest 8, at 2nd lv. Damage - bl**dy complicated LOL ... 2d8 (rolled separately bc. the first one determines damage type for this spell) 6 + 7, plus 2d6 (one for the basic spell and one for the extra spell slot) 4
Held action until just before the drakkar’s crew tries to board the Avocet: minor illusion of the mighty arm of Aegir reaching up from the depths to drag the boarders down in his crushing fist, while Famh departs from her usual practice and loudly chants incantations in which the name of Aegir is artfully and conspicuously inserted in a way that will not mar the magic; placed so that it bursts from the depths just far enough from them that they would not expect to feel the spray and thus will not detect its illusory nature by touch.
(OOC: probably won’t hold up to inspection very long when/if she does cast it; but Famh’s purpose isn't to halt them permanently so much as to scare and startle them long enough to make them freeze and hopefully let the party have a free round of shots at them before they figure it out and resume their advance /// … perhaps with a certain RED in their eyes as they figure out how Famh’s befooled them)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Famhs witchflame flies over the enemy crew drawing the large mans eyes to her small frame as someone to note.......
( Thatch is up)
Thatch’s mouth hangs open in disbelief as the burly mage plucks the arrows from his chest like they were nothing and roars at the sky. “By the all the gods, how is he still standing?”
Glancing around the wave tossed ships, Thatch notices the jellyfish floating away from Famh and tries to press them into service as reluctant allies. He rubs the burnished metal of his ring and images and words in an unfamiliar language spring into his mind as he speaks to the jellyfish, urging them to swarm against the oncoming raiders. “They are after you, they are after all of us. Drive them back! Protect yourselves!”
The weirdly floating jellyfish begin undulating towards the drakkar even as its oarsmen put on a burst of speed and its draconic prow crashes into the stern of the Avocet.
The enemy captain roars and bites the inside of his cheek filling his mouth with blood and moving far faster and further than his crew leaps up onto the prow at astonishing speed surprising Father Cadfael as he swings his axe at the priest twice.
Captain Jarv vs Father Cadfael- Attack: 12 Damage: 10
Captain Jarv vs Father Cadfael- Attack: 9 Damage: 14
The archers shift their aim to Baron Aldred and his men.
Attack vs MaA: 20 Damage: 11
Attack vs Baron: 17 Damage: 5
Attack vs MaA: 26 Damage: 16
Attack vs MaA2: 8 Damage: 5
Attack vs MaA2: 19 Damage: 7
The rest of the enemy crew press forward but are not as nimble as their captain so must wait until the ships are truly joined....
The huge shaved headed storm witch festooned with injuries looks to the bow and reaches out a hand....the wooden draconic head of the drakkar animates and bites down on the Avocets stern holding the two ships joined together.