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The jellyfish float closer to the enemy Thatch pointed out but two are too afraid of the fire, one reaches out a tentacle to brush against the enemy captain.
(Did Ori get an attack of the bridge or have to use his action to dash to get into place? The Adamantine Handaxes would be crit hits against objects so Ori is trying and cut them free.)
( Oops, sorry forgot to note. Yes , in league with the bonfire Ori has done some significant damage to the rudimentary ' gangplank. If it was alive it would be 'bloody')
Thatch, unsure if his gambit with the jellyfish would work, looks on in amazement as the creatures tentatively circle around the Captain. He has little time to watch though as the ships collide and boarding party surges forward. Thatch shifts his attention to the Captain, now surrounded by the Baron’s men, and fires an arrow through the chaos.
Following his shot, he moves toward the stern of the board and ducks down, attempting to hide behind the crates and barrels.
Attack against Captain: 8 Damage: 8 plus 9 sneak attack damage.
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The two remaining Avocet archers recover themselves and move to assist the captain and other crew with readying the vessel to break away from the Drakkar.
The enemy captain takes Thatchs shaft in his shoulder and roars again bringing his axe down again on Father Cadfael.
Captain Jarv vs Father Cadfael- Attack: 13 Damage: 10
Captain Jarv vs Father Cadfael- Attack: 16 Damage: 13
The Drakkar archers continue firing at Baron Aldred and his men.
Attack vs MaA: 14 Damage: 6
Attack vs Baron: 16 Damage: 6
Attack vs MaA: 8 Damage: 5
Attack vs MaA2: 16 Damage: 6
Attack vs MaA2: 22 Damage: 8
The berserkers rush toward the Avocet across the narrow gangplank but are stymied by the presence of Ori and one of the Barons men, one of the berserkers stands fully within the bonfire the pain of his burning flesh only heightening his bloodlust.
Attack vs Man-at-Arms: 16 Damage: 14
Attack vs Ori: 10 Damage: 4
The huge shaved headed storm witch moves back toward the Drakkar archers and begins chanting. ( Aid)
(EDIT pasted from document prepared with Famishly obsessive over-meticulousness the night before; and in Famh-like fashion it proves to be useful now. My Goddess, I AM turning into my character LOL ... )
(edit; see next post for explanation of previous remark)
HELD BONUS ACTION lol:
(...actually no idea how much time it would actually take up, just drop it in whenever there’s a lull in the battle long enough for her to get off her dry little Thulish joke … but I know for a truth of Gatanades that Famh’s not going to be able to resist telling this one long, and as her poor scarred chronicler knows, Snathad gets bloody SHARP when she’s impatient … )uo
[spoiler]Famh pauses to have a word with Baron Aldred’s chaplain as and when she is able amidst the chaos of battle, reminded by the present situation of what she feels is a sacred duty too long deferred.
“Sir, lang ago on this very coast, a wee bit south o’ here, a sailor spoke tae me when ah wis a lass as haed juist left hame. Ah wis a wee bit strange-lak then,” she laughs with only a slight residual tinge of bitterness, “and this fellow probably widnae hae spoken tae me either except that he saw the holy icon Brither Cadfael gave me; and he’d been wantin’ for a lang time tae find a follower o’ Gatanades he coud feel comfortable talkin’ tae. Pure blood Mercanian, he wis, and the hammer o’ Tor as clear on his chest as Brither Cadfael’s medallion on mine … I nearly dieit o’ fear when he cam’ up tae me on road. But he only wantit tae talk. He said, ‘A wight cam’ up here ane time, a lad fresh frae ane o’ yer New God’s schools. An’ he said that yer Gatanades wid bring peace tae the whole o’ Thuland! There’d be nae mair dyin’ in raids, nae mair blood feuds, nae mair reivin’, and sic mair and sae fort’ an’ on an’ on an’ on till Ah thowt he were niver gaein’ tae stop! When Ah haed a chance tae git word in edgewise, Ah askit him.“Weel, hou are we tae mak’ our livin’ then?”An’ the whole pub wis silent as tomb, waitin’ fer his answer tae yon simple question.’
‘That younker he jist went pale-loike as he lookit aroond and seeit hoo many greet burly men were aboot him an’ hou many’o’ em hauldin’ breath an’ waitin’ fer his reply lak it wis summat matterit tae thaim.’After a great quaff of ale out o’ flask at his side … and he niver offerit me aught, the bugger! … , he wint on,“If iver ye meet thic young priest, … tell him we’re still waitin’! ‘ ”
Famh’s face is very serious as she concludes, “Sin’ ye’re a priest o’ Gatanades I thowt I haed a duty tae Him tae pass on thic tale tae ye, e’en thouch it wis sae many years ago. After aw, ye might ken the priest he wis talkin’ aboot; the mair especially as I find ye as easy to talk tae as yer namesake sae many years agone. But mostly I tell ye this to reassure ye, in case ye didn’t ken, that thic tendency tae turn reiver lak yon folk that haev attackit us, isnae aught new for this part o’ world.”[/spoiler]
(edit: the more I look at this one the more I see this story being told just AFTER the fight when there's not the risk of the distraction getting someone killed ... but at least the flashfore of this glimpse into a near future where everyone survived in good enough condition for Famh to be in any mood to tell jokes, will serve as an amuse-bouche of light humour in the meantime ..)
Ori roars at the oncoming lot of barbarians, hand axe in each hand, as he stands on the makeshift bridge. He wanted the other to focus on eliminating the pirate captin while Ori played bouncer to the ship, but he was appreciative of the flames and the man-at-arms. Ori knew he was a hard man to blindly follow into danger, Ori seemed to find his way right to the middle of it. But the man helped keep the horde at bay for a second longer. Ori raises the axes again and slams them down again on the bridge in front of him, letting the axes bite deep, he was going to have to thank Fahm again when this is over. Kicking himself for not bringing the club, he could simply knock the oncomers overboard as they tried to cross. Sea sickness must be messing with his brain. Ori will hold his line as he batters the planks.
Looking up as she hears the deep-voiced roar above all chaos of surf and battle, Famh sees that Ori has taken post on the makeshift bridge to defend the Avocet against any would-be boarders, using the bristling wooden spine for purchase as he hefts his axes. She grins and calls out to him, ""Aye, thon's a hero's post ye fill well, my Laird of Market Cross! Hauld there a bit and let's see if we can't break their gangplank between the twa of us!" Turning her attention back to the magical bonfire she has summoned, she modifies its shape slightly to better suit the strategic needs of the situation. One ear is always kept alert for Cainneach's call of need, naturally, but so long as she does not hear any signs that he is in trouble she will continue to wield her magic fire against the drakkar that dared attack her new family and friends.
---***===
Action: maintain concentration on create bonfire; adjusting the area of effect in towards the mainmast as it kindles the heavily pitched oak of the figurehead*, but always leaving a narrow band in front of Ori by the length of his longest axe stroke, (@1 = 1 1/2' in width and stretching all the way across the figurehead's neck to help the big-hearted Armiger in his efforts to sever it ... one hopes, leaving the head still clamped onto our side ... :-0 ... ;
... she also wants to keep a rectangle of fire under the boarders that are trying to cross the bridge; but all the rest of the AOE is stretching out towards that **** mainmast in a narrow band beginning at the first rectangle of fire and heading straight towards it in a 1' wide path. All flames are also reduced in height from the original 5' (based on a 5' cube AOE) to 1' in order to gain still more length until this **** drakkar is burning along its spine from stem to stern if she can do it.
My grandfather was Captain Guy C., USN Ret. and still on the bridge, so to speak, until the day he died. We are NOT losing this fight. Famh wil dive overboard and swim over to tear out their keel personally with her bare hands if she has to. )
* (i.e. taking the AOE from those places and adding it on to the narrow band stretching towards the mast:
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Cainneach is stunned by the resilience of the storm witch, his last arrow fully lodged in the man's forehead, if he is indeed a man at all. Still, the fellow did stagger, thus he must fall. A quick glance at the cluster of combatants on the boarding bridge reveals that Ori and Famh's efforts might just hold the raiders back, while Thatch's arrows are taking a toll on the captain. Thus, Cainneach will let loose another arrow on the storm witch, hoping to finally fell the man monster. Salt continues to agitate to be let loose to join the fray, but the forester strains to keep him back until the situation appears slightly less perilous for the empowered hound. They'll both remain under some cover of the crates.
Between Ori's swift and punishing blows and Famhs manipulation of the summoned flames the 'neck' of the Drakkar is severed sending the barsark attackers plummeting into the sea below as the Avocet and the Drakkar are suddenly freed of each other and separate.
Cainneachs arrow strikes the huge man in the chest and he crumbles to the deck without a word. The enemy archers cease firing and the two remaining barsarks stare hungrily at the Avocet.
The Drakkar captain dropped his weapon to the deck and laughed, " Vell, Du har mig.......will it be chains, blade or ransom?"
Baron Aldred kicked the axe further away and his men moved in to secure the prisoner.
Ori stood back upright after the splitting of ships, watching a few of the pirate Sailors splashing into the water. Hearing the quick change of heart and lack of remorse from the newly captured captin, Ori spins on his heels and storms up to the man, still fire flowing through his veins. After returning the hand axe from his main hand to its holster, Ori crashes a masive fist into the man chin to knock him out, not to beat him unconscious but just make the man sleep for a few hours, maybe need to eat through a straw for a while. "Watch for more fire, thier archers are still back there and deadly, keep a steady fire on them while in range, and let's get some fire on that ship so they have something else to occupy themselves with then continue pursuing us. Don't be wasteful but let's give them more reasons to forgo pursuit. Somebody tie that man up until we decide his fate. Let's pull back our dead and wounded and patch up who we can." With that, the fire in Ori's blood settles back out, clearing the way for a clearer headed Ori, unfortunately it allowed for a clearing of Ori insides again as the ships swaying sinks back into Ori's awareness. Back to the side of ship he goes and resumes his role of adding chum to the water. He holds up the axe in his off hand as his heads still over the side "They work good Famh."
Cainneach and Salt both flinch as Ori's fist slams into the raider captain's jaw, dropping him to the deck. A decisive act of leadership, practical though primitive. The man certainly deserved it, if not for the crimes already committed, then certainly for the ones he would have led against the Baron and the Avocet had their raid been more successful. Given how much damage the Avocet's crew absorbed in the initial onslaught, and how much damage the storm witch took before being dropped, it was a small miracle the party was still intact and the ship still under their control. However, they were perpetrators of a growing list of "miracles" across their various adventures.
In the present, Cainneach will heed Ori's words and keep his bow trained on the drakkar, ready to fire should it remain a threat. The forester stays mindful of his stock of arrows, given the various threats they might face on the rest of their voyage down the coast.
Baron Aldred simply crooks a slight smile as Ori lays out the already restrained prisoner.
Ropes were thrown down from the Drakkar to the forms in the water, the shock of the frigid water seemingly having shaken them from their rage......
Vardi and the two Men-at-Arms continued firing arrows over towards the Drakkar but those on the oars were too busy backing off and the archers were engaged retrieving the men from the waters.
Baron Aldred headed over to the Avocets captain and the remaining crew and conferred with him regarding their situation.
(Famh's response is ... not quite so calm LOL ... )
As soon as Famh sees the dragon figurehead’s neck part under the combined force of Ori’s mighty axe blows and her own magic fire, she spins gracefully (>? - Acrobatics 22 <) on her heel and yells at the top of her quite capacious lungs, “Steersman – get us tae windward of yon drakkar!!!”. Since she has only recently become sea-seasoned enough upon this voyage to emerge occasionally from her refuge under Cainneach’s sheltering arm, she actually has no idea who the steersman is or if the Avocet even has a large enough crew for one sailor to be dedicated exclusively to the helm; and so she bellows her polite suggestion in the general direction of the remaining mariners.
Presumably she has at least been able to observe which projecting spar does in fact steer the ship, and she moves over to stand by it ready to Help anyone who responds to her cry. But she has better sense than to try and do anything herself without trained assistance. So she is standing still enough to overhear at least some of what the raider’s captain said. She calls over to him immediately, “Information first, ye bugger! Who hireit ye tae attack us, and why – or yer canniest guess if ye werena ta’en intae yer employer’s confidence? Tell me nou, unless ye’d like tae see hou all t’other captains on Thuland’s coast will mock ye when ye come intae port wi’ a charcoal-burner’s barge under yer command; for that’s all I’ll leave ye UNBURNT above water unless ye start talkin’!” She emphasizes her threat by picking up the torch she used to light her first flaming stone and striking a dramatic pose with her other hand outstretched as if she means to sorcerously magnify the flame into a fiery tempest fit to rival the putative figurehead’s breath. And if he doesn’t seem impressed by this she will use her minor illusion spell to make it look as if the flames are in fact beginning to reach out towards his vessel. (Performance 4 to try and gain Advantage on Intimidation … 14, or 16 if her little miracle play isn’t sufficient to impress the hardened reiver)
With the black blood and bile at least temporarily relieved from her system, Famh finally realizes that the man she is threatening has already been rendered unconscious by Ori's blow. She colours for a moment and then lets out a rueful chuckle. "Well ... I haev half a hope that it WOULD haev workit ... but I can't say I feel too mic pity for the fellow. Weel stretchit, Ori. We can ask him later who sent him. And thank ye, I'm glad if they work for ye half as well as the auld anes did." With that, she turns her attention back to the drakkar to see if they seem likely to attack again, or if they are too busy licking their wounds and retrieving the swimmers to even consider any such thing (Insight 7). If she concludes that the former is more probable, she will give them another dose of magic fire as close as she can get it to their mainmast or to a well-pitched and flammable-seeming part of their vessel from which the fire could quickly spread -- or where the greatest number of enemy warriors are clustered. Only as a last resort will she resort to directly attacking the noncombatant crew.
Otherwise, she will apply some of her newfound filidhic knowledge to the comfort and succor of the worst wounded aboard the Avocet.
===(((***)))===
Held OR current action depending on her assessment; and using a 1st level spell slot in either case:
re-cast create bonfire, shaping the AOE as described above, for 3 fire damage
-OR-
cure wounds and healing word for 13 and 6 respectively, on the two companions or crew members who seem to Famh the worst wounded
It seemed the Mercanian ship had no interest in pursuing further conflict with their Captain captured and their seiðmaðr dead......the Avocet pulled away.
Between Vardi, the Men-at-Arms and the remaining crew the Avocet was able to once again pull parallel to the coast and continue her journey south as the Captain, Priest and the Baron set to laying the bodies below in sailcloth.
The prisoner was left in Oris care as things returned to their previous ways as they continued down the coast.......
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The jellyfish float closer to the enemy Thatch pointed out but two are too afraid of the fire, one reaches out a tentacle to brush against the enemy captain.
Attack: 5 Damage: 5
( Thatch is up)
(Did Ori get an attack of the bridge or have to use his action to dash to get into place? The Adamantine Handaxes would be crit hits against objects so Ori is trying and cut them free.)
( Oops, sorry forgot to note. Yes , in league with the bonfire Ori has done some significant damage to the rudimentary ' gangplank. If it was alive it would be 'bloody')
Thatch, unsure if his gambit with the jellyfish would work, looks on in amazement as the creatures tentatively circle around the Captain. He has little time to watch though as the ships collide and boarding party surges forward. Thatch shifts his attention to the Captain, now surrounded by the Baron’s men, and fires an arrow through the chaos.
Following his shot, he moves toward the stern of the board and ducks down, attempting to hide behind the crates and barrels.
Attack against Captain: 8 Damage: 8 plus 9 sneak attack damage.
Bonus action hide: 9.
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The two remaining Avocet archers recover themselves and move to assist the captain and other crew with readying the vessel to break away from the Drakkar.
The enemy captain takes Thatchs shaft in his shoulder and roars again bringing his axe down again on Father Cadfael.
Captain Jarv vs Father Cadfael- Attack: 13 Damage: 10
Captain Jarv vs Father Cadfael- Attack: 16 Damage: 13
The Drakkar archers continue firing at Baron Aldred and his men.
Attack vs MaA: 14 Damage: 6
Attack vs Baron: 16 Damage: 6
Attack vs MaA: 8 Damage: 5
Attack vs MaA2: 16 Damage: 6
Attack vs MaA2: 22 Damage: 8
The berserkers rush toward the Avocet across the narrow gangplank but are stymied by the presence of Ori and one of the Barons men, one of the berserkers stands fully within the bonfire the pain of his burning flesh only heightening his bloodlust.
Attack vs Man-at-Arms: 16 Damage: 14
Attack vs Ori: 10 Damage: 4
The huge shaved headed storm witch moves back toward the Drakkar archers and begins chanting. ( Aid)
Baron Aldred and his men fight back.
Father Cadfael reaches out to the nearest Man-at-Arms and lays a hand on his shoulder, " Steady there." ( Cure Wounds)
Aldred draws two dirks and slashes at the enemy captain.
Attack: 11 Damage: 5 +12
Attack: 23 Damage: 4 +14
His men draw their own blades and have at it.
Attack vs Captain: 15 Damage: 3
Attack vs Captain: 10 Damage: 4
Attack vs Berserker: 12 Damage: 10
Attack vs Berserker: 19 Damage: 12
The jellyfish attempt to sting the enemy captain and berserkers.
Attack: 17 Damage: 5
Attack: 6 Damage: 5
Attack: 23 Damage: 4
( Ori-, Cainneach, Famh and Vardi are up.)
(WIP, but until then WIP ...)
(EDIT pasted from document prepared with Famishly obsessive over-meticulousness the night before; and in Famh-like fashion it proves to be useful now. My Goddess, I AM turning into my character LOL ... )
(edit; see next post for explanation of previous remark)
[spoiler]Famh pauses to have a word with Baron Aldred’s chaplain as and when she is able amidst the chaos of battle, reminded by the present situation of what she feels is a sacred duty too long deferred.
“Sir, lang ago on this very coast, a wee bit south o’ here, a sailor spoke tae me when ah wis a lass as haed juist left hame. Ah wis a wee bit strange-lak then,” she laughs with only a slight residual tinge of bitterness, “and this fellow probably widnae hae spoken tae me either except that he saw the holy icon Brither Cadfael gave me; and he’d been wantin’ for a lang time tae find a follower o’ Gatanades he coud feel comfortable talkin’ tae. Pure blood Mercanian, he wis, and the hammer o’ Tor as clear on his chest as Brither Cadfael’s medallion on mine … I nearly dieit o’ fear when he cam’ up tae me on road. But he only wantit tae talk. He said, ‘A wight cam’ up here ane time, a lad fresh frae ane o’ yer New God’s schools. An’ he said that yer Gatanades wid bring peace tae the whole o’ Thuland! There’d be nae mair dyin’ in raids, nae mair blood feuds, nae mair reivin’, and sic mair and sae fort’ an’ on an’ on an’ on till Ah thowt he were niver gaein’ tae stop! When Ah haed a chance tae git word in edgewise, Ah askit him. “Weel, hou are we tae mak’ our livin’ then?” An’ the whole pub wis silent as tomb, waitin’ fer his answer tae yon simple question.’
‘That younker he jist went pale-loike as he lookit aroond and seeit hoo many greet burly men were aboot him an’ hou many’o’ em hauldin’ breath an’ waitin’ fer his reply lak it wis summat matterit tae thaim.’ After a great quaff of ale out o’ flask at his side … and he niver offerit me aught, the bugger! … , he wint on, “If iver ye meet thic young priest, … tell him we’re still waitin’! ‘ ”
Famh’s face is very serious as she concludes, “Sin’ ye’re a priest o’ Gatanades I thowt I haed a duty tae Him tae pass on thic tale tae ye, e’en thouch it wis sae many years ago. After aw, ye might ken the priest he wis talkin’ aboot; the mair especially as I find ye as easy to talk tae as yer namesake sae many years agone. But mostly I tell ye this to reassure ye, in case ye didn’t ken, that thic tendency tae turn reiver lak yon folk that haev attackit us, isnae aught new for this part o’ world.”[/spoiler]
(edit: the more I look at this one the more I see this story being told just AFTER the fight when there's not the risk of the distraction getting someone killed ... but at least the flashfore of this glimpse into a near future where everyone survived in good enough condition for Famh to be in any mood to tell jokes, will serve as an amuse-bouche of light humour in the meantime ..)
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
(on a city bus in Burlington VT, need to do quick edits and postings between the lurches LOL)
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
Ori roars at the oncoming lot of barbarians, hand axe in each hand, as he stands on the makeshift bridge. He wanted the other to focus on eliminating the pirate captin while Ori played bouncer to the ship, but he was appreciative of the flames and the man-at-arms. Ori knew he was a hard man to blindly follow into danger, Ori seemed to find his way right to the middle of it. But the man helped keep the horde at bay for a second longer. Ori raises the axes again and slams them down again on the bridge in front of him, letting the axes bite deep, he was going to have to thank Fahm again when this is over. Kicking himself for not bringing the club, he could simply knock the oncomers overboard as they tried to cross. Sea sickness must be messing with his brain. Ori will hold his line as he batters the planks.
Looking up as she hears the deep-voiced roar above all chaos of surf and battle, Famh sees that Ori has taken post on the makeshift bridge to defend the Avocet against any would-be boarders, using the bristling wooden spine for purchase as he hefts his axes. She grins and calls out to him, ""Aye, thon's a hero's post ye fill well, my Laird of Market Cross! Hauld there a bit and let's see if we can't break their gangplank between the twa of us!" Turning her attention back to the magical bonfire she has summoned, she modifies its shape slightly to better suit the strategic needs of the situation. One ear is always kept alert for Cainneach's call of need, naturally, but so long as she does not hear any signs that he is in trouble she will continue to wield her magic fire against the drakkar that dared attack her new family and friends.
---***===
Action: maintain concentration on create bonfire; adjusting the area of effect in towards the mainmast as it kindles the heavily pitched oak of the figurehead*, but always leaving a narrow band in front of Ori by the length of his longest axe stroke, (@1 = 1 1/2' in width and stretching all the way across the figurehead's neck to help the big-hearted Armiger in his efforts to sever it ... one hopes, leaving the head still clamped onto our side ... :-0 ... ;
... she also wants to keep a rectangle of fire under the boarders that are trying to cross the bridge; but all the rest of the AOE is stretching out towards that **** mainmast in a narrow band beginning at the first rectangle of fire and heading straight towards it in a 1' wide path. All flames are also reduced in height from the original 5' (based on a 5' cube AOE) to 1' in order to gain still more length until this **** drakkar is burning along its spine from stem to stern if she can do it.
My grandfather was Captain Guy C., USN Ret. and still on the bridge, so to speak, until the day he died. We are NOT losing this fight. Famh wil dive overboard and swim over to tear out their keel personally with her bare hands if she has to. )
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
Cainneach is stunned by the resilience of the storm witch, his last arrow fully lodged in the man's forehead, if he is indeed a man at all. Still, the fellow did stagger, thus he must fall. A quick glance at the cluster of combatants on the boarding bridge reveals that Ori and Famh's efforts might just hold the raiders back, while Thatch's arrows are taking a toll on the captain. Thus, Cainneach will let loose another arrow on the storm witch, hoping to finally fell the man monster. Salt continues to agitate to be let loose to join the fray, but the forester strains to keep him back until the situation appears slightly less perilous for the empowered hound. They'll both remain under some cover of the crates.
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Between Ori's swift and punishing blows and Famhs manipulation of the summoned flames the 'neck' of the Drakkar is severed sending the barsark attackers plummeting into the sea below as the Avocet and the Drakkar are suddenly freed of each other and separate.
Cainneachs arrow strikes the huge man in the chest and he crumbles to the deck without a word. The enemy archers cease firing and the two remaining barsarks stare hungrily at the Avocet.
The Drakkar captain dropped his weapon to the deck and laughed, " Vell, Du har mig.......will it be chains, blade or ransom?"
Baron Aldred kicked the axe further away and his men moved in to secure the prisoner.
( Out of Combat- for the moment)
Ori stood back upright after the splitting of ships, watching a few of the pirate Sailors splashing into the water. Hearing the quick change of heart and lack of remorse from the newly captured captin, Ori spins on his heels and storms up to the man, still fire flowing through his veins. After returning the hand axe from his main hand to its holster, Ori crashes a masive fist into the man chin to knock him out, not to beat him unconscious but just make the man sleep for a few hours, maybe need to eat through a straw for a while. "Watch for more fire, thier archers are still back there and deadly, keep a steady fire on them while in range, and let's get some fire on that ship so they have something else to occupy themselves with then continue pursuing us. Don't be wasteful but let's give them more reasons to forgo pursuit. Somebody tie that man up until we decide his fate. Let's pull back our dead and wounded and patch up who we can." With that, the fire in Ori's blood settles back out, clearing the way for a clearer headed Ori, unfortunately it allowed for a clearing of Ori insides again as the ships swaying sinks back into Ori's awareness. Back to the side of ship he goes and resumes his role of adding chum to the water. He holds up the axe in his off hand as his heads still over the side "They work good Famh."
Cainneach and Salt both flinch as Ori's fist slams into the raider captain's jaw, dropping him to the deck. A decisive act of leadership, practical though primitive. The man certainly deserved it, if not for the crimes already committed, then certainly for the ones he would have led against the Baron and the Avocet had their raid been more successful. Given how much damage the Avocet's crew absorbed in the initial onslaught, and how much damage the storm witch took before being dropped, it was a small miracle the party was still intact and the ship still under their control. However, they were perpetrators of a growing list of "miracles" across their various adventures.
In the present, Cainneach will heed Ori's words and keep his bow trained on the drakkar, ready to fire should it remain a threat. The forester stays mindful of his stock of arrows, given the various threats they might face on the rest of their voyage down the coast.
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Baron Aldred simply crooks a slight smile as Ori lays out the already restrained prisoner.
Ropes were thrown down from the Drakkar to the forms in the water, the shock of the frigid water seemingly having shaken them from their rage......
Vardi and the two Men-at-Arms continued firing arrows over towards the Drakkar but those on the oars were too busy backing off and the archers were engaged retrieving the men from the waters.
Baron Aldred headed over to the Avocets captain and the remaining crew and conferred with him regarding their situation.
(Famh's response is ... not quite so calm LOL ... )
As soon as Famh sees the dragon figurehead’s neck part under the combined force of Ori’s mighty axe blows and her own magic fire, she spins gracefully (>? - Acrobatics 22 <) on her heel and yells at the top of her quite capacious lungs, “Steersman – get us tae windward of yon drakkar!!!”. Since she has only recently become sea-seasoned enough upon this voyage to emerge occasionally from her refuge under Cainneach’s sheltering arm, she actually has no idea who the steersman is or if the Avocet even has a large enough crew for one sailor to be dedicated exclusively to the helm; and so she bellows her polite suggestion in the general direction of the remaining mariners.
Presumably she has at least been able to observe which projecting spar does in fact steer the ship, and she moves over to stand by it ready to Help anyone who responds to her cry. But she has better sense than to try and do anything herself without trained assistance. So she is standing still enough to overhear at least some of what the raider’s captain said. She calls over to him immediately, “Information first, ye bugger! Who hireit ye tae attack us, and why – or yer canniest guess if ye werena ta’en intae yer employer’s confidence? Tell me nou, unless ye’d like tae see hou all t’other captains on Thuland’s coast will mock ye when ye come intae port wi’ a charcoal-burner’s barge under yer command; for that’s all I’ll leave ye UNBURNT above water unless ye start talkin’!” She emphasizes her threat by picking up the torch she used to light her first flaming stone and striking a dramatic pose with her other hand outstretched as if she means to sorcerously magnify the flame into a fiery tempest fit to rival the putative figurehead’s breath. And if he doesn’t seem impressed by this she will use her minor illusion spell to make it look as if the flames are in fact beginning to reach out towards his vessel. (Performance 4 to try and gain Advantage on Intimidation … 14, or 16 if her little miracle play isn’t sufficient to impress the hardened reiver)
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
With the black blood and bile at least temporarily relieved from her system, Famh finally realizes that the man she is threatening has already been rendered unconscious by Ori's blow. She colours for a moment and then lets out a rueful chuckle. "Well ... I haev half a hope that it WOULD haev workit ... but I can't say I feel too mic pity for the fellow. Weel stretchit, Ori. We can ask him later who sent him. And thank ye, I'm glad if they work for ye half as well as the auld anes did." With that, she turns her attention back to the drakkar to see if they seem likely to attack again, or if they are too busy licking their wounds and retrieving the swimmers to even consider any such thing (Insight 7). If she concludes that the former is more probable, she will give them another dose of magic fire as close as she can get it to their mainmast or to a well-pitched and flammable-seeming part of their vessel from which the fire could quickly spread -- or where the greatest number of enemy warriors are clustered. Only as a last resort will she resort to directly attacking the noncombatant crew.
Otherwise, she will apply some of her newfound filidhic knowledge to the comfort and succor of the worst wounded aboard the Avocet.
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Held OR current action depending on her assessment; and using a 1st level spell slot in either case:
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(WIP)
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
It seemed the Mercanian ship had no interest in pursuing further conflict with their Captain captured and their seiðmaðr dead......the Avocet pulled away.
Between Vardi, the Men-at-Arms and the remaining crew the Avocet was able to once again pull parallel to the coast and continue her journey south as the Captain, Priest and the Baron set to laying the bodies below in sailcloth.
The prisoner was left in Oris care as things returned to their previous ways as they continued down the coast.......