Bellona will look for any two cultist within 5ft of each other and cast toll of the dead which will target both.
Wis 13 saves for both 2 damage to both.
The metallic reaver clutches at their head as Bellona's spell rings in their head but the other reaver is still occupied with the sudden tentacle next to them. A loud clang sounds from the side of the ship, you see a copper pincer latch onto the rail. A high whistle sounds from it and it whirs itself, spinning to show it was attached to an elven woman. Yet there was no sign of elegance nor grace, as she looked scarred, battered, and deformed with multiple mechanical implants. The most that would draw attention is the iron jaw taking half her face and the copper pincer taking one her arms.
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Zaridil spins around, muttering a canticle. Lilac sparks dance forth from his outstretched hands, causing an eruption of faerie fire centred on the cyborgian Elven woman (he'll position the area to target as many intruders as possible).
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"Wait! You cannot leave now! You're still healing!", the young tiefling woman cried. "You won't even be able to cast a single spell! -and your wound still needs more time!", she pleaded.
[Astral Trance] Sitting in meditating under the mast of the Moonraider, Adam blinks his dark void eyes pushing past the memory. "Just- promise me." she said, looking away from him, "That you won't get into trouble. And No Fighting.".
"I cannot.", Adam replies out loud and in his memory. "I will not make a promise that I would break." The tiefling turns with a flash of anger in her teary eyes as the mast above explodes in a shower of wooden splinters. Adam slams shut his eyelids and he quickly grips the scabbard and hilt of his longsword. However, does not draw.
'The memory will pass', he tells himself. The death wails of his fellow soldiers haunt his memory as the monstrous; viscous laughter grows louder and louder in his ears. Soon, the laughter changes from a monster to more humanoid. He opens his eyes to find the ship under attack.
With a tried sigh, he stands with a shield in hand and draws his longsword. "Seems, Kelemvor shall attempt to claim me, yet.", he says to himself as he walks past a young woman in scale armor brandishing a shortsword and shield. He walks into the front group and starts dragging the tip of his longsword across the wooden floorboards of the ship in an attempt to draw the attention of the ravagers.
"Perhaps!," he shouts with a militarist command as he approaches the ravagers".
"You filth of a space swine's excrement," (Adam moves closer still dragging his sword's tip)
"-can answer the question" (moves closer)
"-of why?" (moves within 15ft then suddenly vanishes)
"War. Never. Changes?"
Adamsays from behind them enough wrath that could bend cold iron.
(On Turn)
Movement + BA: [Starlight Step] Will try to move to flank melee enemies.
Plan: I will try to give the party ranged/melee flanking attacks if possible while attracting the enemies.
"Wait! You cannot leave now! You're still healing!", the young tiefling woman cried. "You won't even be able to cast a single spell! -and your wound still needs more time!", she pleaded.
[Astral Trance] Sitting in meditating under the mast of the Moonraider, Adam blinks his dark void eyes pushing past the memory. "Just- promise me." she said, looking away from him, "That you won't get into trouble. And No Fighting.".
"I cannot.", Adam replies out loud and in his memory. "I will not make a promise that I would break." The tiefling turns with a flash of anger in her teary eyes as the mast above explodes in a shower of wooden splinters. Adam slams shut his eyelids and he quickly grips the scabbard and hilt of his longsword. However, does not draw.
'The memory will pass', he tells himself. The death wails of his fellow soldiers haunt his memory as the monstrous; viscous laughter grows louder and louder in his ears. Soon, the laughter changes from a monster to more humanoid. He opens his eyes to find the ship under attack.
With a tried sigh, he stands with a shield in hand and draws his longsword. "Seems, Kelemvor shall attempt to claim me, yet.", he says to himself as he walks past a young woman in scale armor brandishing a shortsword and shield. He walks into the front group and starts dragging the tip of his longsword across the wooden floorboards of the ship in an attempt to draw the attention of the ravagers.
"Perhaps!," he shouts with a militarist command as he approaches the ravagers".
"You filth of a space swine's excrement," (Adam moves closer still dragging his sword's tip)
"-can answer the question" (moves closer)
"-of why?" (moves within 15ft then suddenly vanishes)
"War. Never. Changes?"
Adamsays from behind them enough wrath that could bend cold iron.
(On Turn)
Movement + BA: [Starlight Step] Will try to move to flank melee enemies.
Plan: I will try to give the party ranged/melee flanking attacks if possible while attracting the enemies.
Reaction: [Opportunity Attack] on any creature leaving my melee range
"Bloody arse!" The reaver with the fiery beard shouts as Adam blinks behind him. "You're about to find your answer real soon long ears!" He answers. Another reaver joins the fray, making a shrill noise from their fish head. It bares its needle like teeth towards the party and readies its crossbow.
Zaridil spins around, muttering a canticle. Lilac sparks dance forth from his outstretched hands, causing an eruption of faerie fire centred on the cyborgian Elven woman (he'll position the area to target as many intruders as possible).
A wave of magic douses two of the reavers in magic, the one in a dress and the newly arrived fish one. It is somewhat...pretty as the magical effects flicker upon the dress and scales of the two reavers. They stare at each other before the fish one lets out what sounds like a scream and finds an arrow had pierced side. The battle on the stern grows more as another arrow comes astray and hits upon him.
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Mirelda Initiative: 23
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.
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The metallic reaver clutches at their head as Bellona's spell rings in their head but the other reaver is still occupied with the sudden tentacle next to them. A loud clang sounds from the side of the ship, you see a copper pincer latch onto the rail. A high whistle sounds from it and it whirs itself, spinning to show it was attached to an elven woman. Yet there was no sign of elegance nor grace, as she looked scarred, battered, and deformed with multiple mechanical implants. The most that would draw attention is the iron jaw taking half her face and the copper pincer taking one her arms.
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Zaridil spins around, muttering a canticle. Lilac sparks dance forth from his outstretched hands, causing an eruption of faerie fire centred on the cyborgian Elven woman (he'll position the area to target as many intruders as possible).
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Story Stuffs:
"Wait! You cannot leave now! You're still healing!", the young tiefling woman cried. "You won't even be able to cast a single spell! -and your wound still needs more time!", she pleaded.
[Astral Trance] Sitting in meditating under the mast of the Moonraider, Adam blinks his dark void eyes pushing past the memory. "Just- promise me." she said, looking away from him, "That you won't get into trouble. And No Fighting.".
"I cannot.", Adam replies out loud and in his memory. "I will not make a promise that I would break." The tiefling turns with a flash of anger in her teary eyes as the mast above explodes in a shower of wooden splinters. Adam slams shut his eyelids and he quickly grips the scabbard and hilt of his longsword. However, does not draw.
'The memory will pass', he tells himself. The death wails of his fellow soldiers haunt his memory as the monstrous; viscous laughter grows louder and louder in his ears. Soon, the laughter changes from a monster to more humanoid. He opens his eyes to find the ship under attack.
With a tried sigh, he stands with a shield in hand and draws his longsword. "Seems, Kelemvor shall attempt to claim me, yet.", he says to himself as he walks past a young woman in scale armor brandishing a shortsword and shield. He walks into the front group and starts dragging the tip of his longsword across the wooden floorboards of the ship in an attempt to draw the attention of the ravagers.
"Perhaps!," he shouts with a militarist command as he approaches the ravagers".
"You filth of a space swine's excrement," (Adam moves closer still dragging his sword's tip)
"-can answer the question" (moves closer)
"-of why?" (moves within 15ft then suddenly vanishes)
"War. Never. Changes?"
Adam says from behind them enough wrath that could bend cold iron.
(On Turn)
Movement + BA: [Starlight Step] Will try to move to flank melee enemies.
Plan: I will try to give the party ranged/melee flanking attacks if possible while attracting the enemies.
Action: Dodge
BA: Starlight Step
Reaction: [Opportunity Attack] on any creature leaving my melee range
D20: 2
Warren will reload his crossbow and aim for the metallic being. "Let's see if this'll stick in yer metallic hide."
To hit: 9 (if with advantage from Farie Fire) 12
Damage: 5
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(OOC: did you want us to roll a D20 every round or just on our first turn?)
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"Bloody arse!" The reaver with the fiery beard shouts as Adam blinks behind him. "You're about to find your answer real soon long ears!" He answers. Another reaver joins the fray, making a shrill noise from their fish head. It bares its needle like teeth towards the party and readies its crossbow.
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A wave of magic douses two of the reavers in magic, the one in a dress and the newly arrived fish one. It is somewhat...pretty as the magical effects flicker upon the dress and scales of the two reavers. They stare at each other before the fish one lets out what sounds like a scream and finds an arrow had pierced side. The battle on the stern grows more as another arrow comes astray and hits upon him.
(For now every round.)
Damage Tracker -
(Commencing enemy turns, any that took their turn before the new round may redo their turn afterwards)
(As for taking cover, the anchor grants half cover from some of the reavers, not all as they surround you.)
D20: 2
(On my turn)
As Adam appears behind Firebeard, Beshlog brings his wizard staff down on the distracted reaver's head, casting the Booming Blade cantrip as he does.
"There's more in my quarters," I say with a growle. "But I'm afraid I don't really want to share..."
Attack: 24 or 20 (if I get advantage for Adam flanking him... if not then I guess just use the first result)
Damage: 9
Booming Blade damage (on the off-chance that he triggers it by moving): 2 Thunder
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...well, if I did have advantage on that attack looks like it's a crit.
Extra crit damage (if applicable): 4
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Mirelda Initiative: 23
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.
Action: Armor of Agathys
BA: moving the Tentacle to attack the bride: Attack: 16 Damage: 5
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Bellona will use healing word as s bonus action to heal 4. (Rolled in log)
She will then try and hit the robotic one with her shortsword. 20 damage 7
”If you need healing call out to me!”