Adam deflects the slash from Firebeard with a longsword parry and bats away the swipe from the Cyborgon his shield. The wound from the Beholder begins to burn and causes his muscles to stiffen. Adam soon realizes his fighting prowess is no longer in his prime condition and begins to seethe in anger.
"Is that all?" he snarls through gritted teeth. "IS THAT ALL THE FURY YOU CAN MUSTER!?" he snaps at Firebeard, the Cyborg, and... to himself.
"AGAIN!" he barks a command at the two as he bangs his longsword against his shield and resumes a defensive stance.
Plan: To keep Firebeard(Flanked?) and Cyborg(Faerie Fire?) focused on me in melee combat and their backs to the party.
Muck forms a hole in his torso as the arrow passes through, "Nice try meatbag, this is how you do it."
Then he aims back at the Reaver that shot at him.
Shortbow: Attack: 9 Damage: 7
TO hit if this is a Reaver that is affected by Faerie Fire: 23
Sneak Attack if I get it (Faerie Fire or next to a friend): 3
The ship rocks too much as it throws Muck's aim off, the arrow hitting the ship instead. The mute reaver taunts with a few gestures as it readies another handaxe.
Mirelda did not plan to get to melee, at least not so soon. But had to work with what she got. "Did your groom run away? Not surprised but this is not my fault!" She did not mean anything by the insult, was just venting frustration.
BA: moving the Tentacle to attack the bride: Attack: 17 Damage: 9
The Bride laughs manically, oblivious to the tentacle's approach. Noticing it once it rams into his side, nearly knocking him over. He stands with the help of his maul as he responds to Mirelda, "I be married to the rancor of violence, and he's always with me."
Adam deflects the slash from Firebeard with a longsword parry and bats away the swipe from the Cyborgon his shield. The wound from the Beholder begins to burn and causes his muscles to stiffen. Adam soon realizes his fighting prowess is no longer in his prime condition and begins to seethe in anger.
"Is that all?" he snarls through gritted teeth. "IS THAT ALL THE FURY YOU CAN MUSTER!?" he snaps at Firebeard, the Cyborg, and... to himself.
"AGAIN!" he barks a command at the two as he bangs his longsword against his shield and resumes a defensive stance.
Plan: To keep Firebeard(Flanked?) and Cyborg(Faerie Fire?) focused on me in melee combat and their backs to the party.
And before Zaridil could act a thunderous explosion shakes the ship, filling the air with splinters of wood. Bodies are hurled into Wildspace—and then everything stops. Wreckage hangs motionless. Reavers freeze in the middle of their attacks. Even the stars stop twinkling.
The illusion of Wildspace melts away, and you find yourselves in one of the magical chambers of the Simulations Deck, your memories slowly fitting back into place. You recall being warned that your first experience of a Wildspace simulation would be disorienting—to test your ability to function under pressure.
A hulking figure emerges from the center of the explosion: a hadozee with a missing wing flap wearing a military uniform bristling with medals. The air around her smells like cigar smoke. “As you can see,” Boatswain Tarto growls, “the battle of H’Catha didn’t go so well for Captain Sardax and her crew. But her last battle makes a good testing ground for new recruits. End simulation!”
Warren holsters his crossbow and laughs, "Well, I can't say that was my best shoot'n out there, but I dare say the rest 'o ya'll did a mighty fine job."He grins at his fellow trainee's. "Can't believe i thought that were real."
He looks back to the hadozee, "Now what boss? Got anythin' else you wanna throw at us?"
Beshlog twirls his staff with a proud smile, remembering Firebeard crumpling under his blow.
"Damn it, that was a thrill," he says. "As much as I love my magic, sometimes you just got to whack a bastard upside the head. Respects to the poor Cap'ain and crew, though."
Zaridil folds slightly, chuckling under his breath. He traces a finger across his ear... no bleeding. Tarto, you old bastard... he muses to himself ...it felt so real. The sting of the wound, the dust which choked...
You bastard.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
"Where do you think... Oh..."Mirelda blinked a few times getting back to reality. "Good magic right there! I too really believed we were sailing for days."She laughed happily. "We did show those sea slimes not to mess with us."
The laughter died, however when she fully processed the boatswain's words. "They really died there, did they? The crew looked quite capable and yet..."She sighed but then shook her head and smiled again. "Let's make sure it won't happen to us. Who else is up there besides those weirdos?"
Zaridil leans back against the wall, grinning. “Besides them? Only benign souls like pixies or flowerpot men, Mir…” he teases, “no weird, tentacular entities like you”
Bellona gives a smile of excitement as she realizes it was all just a training test. This was only the beginning and it was already exceeding her expectations. The real thing, now that would be quite something.
"Amazing simply amazing! If I had not experienced I would not have thought such a thing was possible short of breaking the mind. Anyone ever done that before or first time for us all?"
You all start to remember how you actually got here. Each of you arrived this morning on Belligerence, a chartered galley out of Waterdeep, which picked up passengers and crew in the Moonshae Isles, Baldur’s Gate, Candlekeep, and Port Nyanzaru. You’ve come to seek fortune and glory at Spelljammer Academy: a secret enclave of spellcasters and swords-for-hire on the mysterious isle of Nimbral.
The academy is carved into a two-thousand-foot-high column of rock that juts up from the cliffs of the island’s west coast, its multiple levels connected by stairs, ramps, and magical lifts. After docking in a sea cave at the base of the column, you marched to the Simulations Deck midway up the academy spire. Leading you to now, Tarto chews on her cigar as she goes over a ledger of sorts.
"Overall your group performed well. You all showed no hesitation on who the enemy was and tried to stay together to cover each other. Despite it being a sudden battle and it drastically getting worse, you all kept your composure. The simulation helps sort out those that can handle that kind of pressure and those that can't. But I can't just be giving praise, have to point out some mistakes or what you can do better, here to learn after all."
"Warren, good on you for noticing that hard hit on Bellona but don't forget enemies close to you as well."
"Muck, you sought for those in a melee to do more damage but you lost focus for a moment when that mute one attacked you. You could have attacked those in a melee with the other crew."
"Beshlog, you did good by taking cover and shoring up your defenses. Only thing I can fault you on is your cantrip choice, but it is what you had at the time so can't fault you for that."
"Mirelda, you kept up the offense even when getting into a melee with a reaver. Can't see what you can do better, only hope to see that our academy can expand it."
"Adam, what you did was reckless...but effective. You've kept attention away from some of the spellcasters while also preparing yourself for the reavers by getting ready to dodge. The spellcasters can attune to the helm and possibly fly the ship to safety or distract reavers to have the crew attack them. It is what it is, reckless but effective."
"Bellona, you did good by staying with the crew and letting them know you can heal. But you're also in the same boat as Mirelda, academy hopefully expanding your abilities."
"Zaridil, good support for the crew. Only thing I can say is faerie fire helps attackers and keeps track of them, but I'd prefer entangle as it can help at attacking the reavers and preventing the reavers from attacking"
"But as I said, I'm just nitpicking your battle. It helps some cadets to either focus more or broaden their horizons. Now, I'll carry on with the orientation if there's no questions."
Beshlog beams with pride at the praise, and quickly pulls out a notebook into which he scribbles a note to find some better cantrips for close-quarters combat. Somehow, he suspects that he's going to need such spells not-so infrequently in the future.
"Thank you much," he says with an almost childlike grin.
DM Roll: 14
Muck forms a hole in his torso as the arrow passes through, "Nice try meatbag, this is how you do it."
Then he aims back at the Reaver that shot at him.
Shortbow: Attack: 9 Damage: 7
TO hit if this is a Reaver that is affected by Faerie Fire: 23
Sneak Attack if I get it (Faerie Fire or next to a friend): 3
Reroll if Bellona’s target was affected by Faerie Fire
11 damage would have been 3
Adam deflects the slash from Firebeard with a longsword parry and bats away the swipe from the Cyborg on his shield. The wound from the Beholder begins to burn and causes his muscles to stiffen. Adam soon realizes his fighting prowess is no longer in his prime condition and begins to seethe in anger.
"Is that all?" he snarls through gritted teeth. "IS THAT ALL THE FURY YOU CAN MUSTER!?" he snaps at Firebeard, the Cyborg, and... to himself.
"AGAIN!" he barks a command at the two as he bangs his longsword against his shield and resumes a defensive stance.
Plan: To keep Firebeard(Flanked?) and Cyborg(Faerie Fire?) focused on me in melee combat and their backs to the party.
Movement: None
Action: Dodge
BA and/or Free Action: None or 15 Intimidation Roll? Maybe?
Reaction: [Opportunity Attack] on any creature leaving my melee range
“the opportunity of defeating the enemy is provided by the enemy himself.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War
The metallic one ducks as they stay focused on Bellona. Warren's bolt flies overhead as the reaver before him laughs, "Can't aim for now can ya?"
The ship rocks too much as it throws Muck's aim off, the arrow hitting the ship instead. The mute reaver taunts with a few gestures as it readies another handaxe.
Firebeard curses at Adam, not noticing the Goliath behind him. With solid thud upon his head, he falls down, knocked unconscious.
The Bride laughs manically, oblivious to the tentacle's approach. Noticing it once it rams into his side, nearly knocking him over. He stands with the help of his maul as he responds to Mirelda, "I be married to the rancor of violence, and he's always with me."
5
The cyborg elf seems to stagger at the brazen astral elf, raising her pincer in almost a defensive matter.
The robotic reaver parries Bellona's blade with her spear. It seems to respond by a high whistle coming from it.
And before Zaridil could act a thunderous explosion shakes the ship, filling the air with splinters of wood. Bodies are hurled into Wildspace—and then everything stops. Wreckage hangs motionless. Reavers freeze in the middle of their attacks. Even the stars stop twinkling.
The illusion of Wildspace melts away, and you find yourselves in one of the magical chambers of the Simulations Deck, your memories slowly fitting back into place. You recall being warned that your first experience of a Wildspace simulation would be disorienting—to test your ability to function under pressure.
A hulking figure emerges from the center of the explosion: a hadozee with a missing wing flap wearing a military uniform bristling with medals. The air around her smells like cigar smoke. “As you can see,” Boatswain Tarto growls, “the battle of H’Catha didn’t go so well for Captain Sardax and her crew. But her last battle makes a good testing ground for new recruits. End simulation!”
(Any spell slots or abilities used are regained as are hitpoints lost in the encounter.)
Warren holsters his crossbow and laughs, "Well, I can't say that was my best shoot'n out there, but I dare say the rest 'o ya'll did a mighty fine job." He grins at his fellow trainee's. "Can't believe i thought that were real."
He looks back to the hadozee, "Now what boss? Got anythin' else you wanna throw at us?"
Beshlog twirls his staff with a proud smile, remembering Firebeard crumpling under his blow.
"Damn it, that was a thrill," he says. "As much as I love my magic, sometimes you just got to whack a bastard upside the head. Respects to the poor Cap'ain and crew, though."
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Provide feedback!
Zaridil folds slightly, chuckling under his breath. He traces a finger across his ear... no bleeding. Tarto, you old bastard... he muses to himself ...it felt so real. The sting of the wound, the dust which choked...
You bastard.
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
"Where do you think... Oh..." Mirelda blinked a few times getting back to reality. "Good magic right there! I too really believed we were sailing for days." She laughed happily. "We did show those sea slimes not to mess with us."
The laughter died, however when she fully processed the boatswain's words. "They really died there, did they? The crew looked quite capable and yet..." She sighed but then shook her head and smiled again. "Let's make sure it won't happen to us. Who else is up there besides those weirdos?"
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Zaridil leans back against the wall, grinning. “Besides them? Only benign souls like pixies or flowerpot men, Mir…” he teases, “no weird, tentacular entities like you”
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
Bellona gives a smile of excitement as she realizes it was all just a training test. This was only the beginning and it was already exceeding her expectations. The real thing, now that would be quite something.
"Amazing simply amazing! If I had not experienced I would not have thought such a thing was possible short of breaking the mind. Anyone ever done that before or first time for us all?"
You all start to remember how you actually got here. Each of you arrived this morning on Belligerence, a chartered galley out of Waterdeep, which picked up passengers and crew in the Moonshae Isles, Baldur’s Gate, Candlekeep, and Port Nyanzaru. You’ve come to seek fortune and glory at Spelljammer Academy: a secret enclave of spellcasters and swords-for-hire on the mysterious isle of Nimbral.
The academy is carved into a two-thousand-foot-high column of rock that juts up from the cliffs of the island’s west coast, its multiple levels connected by stairs, ramps, and magical lifts. After docking in a sea cave at the base of the column, you marched to the Simulations Deck midway up the academy spire. Leading you to now, Tarto chews on her cigar as she goes over a ledger of sorts.
"Overall your group performed well. You all showed no hesitation on who the enemy was and tried to stay together to cover each other. Despite it being a sudden battle and it drastically getting worse, you all kept your composure. The simulation helps sort out those that can handle that kind of pressure and those that can't. But I can't just be giving praise, have to point out some mistakes or what you can do better, here to learn after all."
"Warren, good on you for noticing that hard hit on Bellona but don't forget enemies close to you as well."
"Muck, you sought for those in a melee to do more damage but you lost focus for a moment when that mute one attacked you. You could have attacked those in a melee with the other crew."
"Beshlog, you did good by taking cover and shoring up your defenses. Only thing I can fault you on is your cantrip choice, but it is what you had at the time so can't fault you for that."
"Mirelda, you kept up the offense even when getting into a melee with a reaver. Can't see what you can do better, only hope to see that our academy can expand it."
"Adam, what you did was reckless...but effective. You've kept attention away from some of the spellcasters while also preparing yourself for the reavers by getting ready to dodge. The spellcasters can attune to the helm and possibly fly the ship to safety or distract reavers to have the crew attack them. It is what it is, reckless but effective."
"Bellona, you did good by staying with the crew and letting them know you can heal. But you're also in the same boat as Mirelda, academy hopefully expanding your abilities."
"Zaridil, good support for the crew. Only thing I can say is faerie fire helps attackers and keeps track of them, but I'd prefer entangle as it can help at attacking the reavers and preventing the reavers from attacking"
"But as I said, I'm just nitpicking your battle. It helps some cadets to either focus more or broaden their horizons. Now, I'll carry on with the orientation if there's no questions."
Beshlog beams with pride at the praise, and quickly pulls out a notebook into which he scribbles a note to find some better cantrips for close-quarters combat. Somehow, he suspects that he's going to need such spells not-so infrequently in the future.
"Thank you much," he says with an almost childlike grin.
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Provide feedback!