The second day on deck was much easier for Dornin, even with little sleep, he enjoys the beautiful day with his companions unbothered by the troubles that may await them. Hearing the stories from Chandle and the laughter from Kallith made the day go by peacefully. Dornin also will share some stories, giving more information about his life back in Phandalin. When he notices Kallith peering over his shoulder to look to what he is reading from his book, he does not shy away from her. In the past, anyone else trying to read his tome would be met this a menacing stare, but he trusts her enough with his life. Odd to think that only a few days ago they were all strangers in the right place at the right time. His mother used to speak of destiny, and how the flow of time is more of a river we ride along, something that has already been predetermined by being beyond themselves. It brings Dornin comfort to know that destiny has brought them together, it shelters him.
Upon the bird arriving with news for the captain, Dornin's day becomes sour. He looks to the rest of his friends with caution in his eyes. "It seems that news travels fast, even on open water. We must prepare for what comes next." When the captain, Sheela and Molly are all out of sight in their quarters, Dornin will go to Skit, and much like he did in the courtyard with the children a few days ago, he will begin to use Minor Illusion to create images of dolphins and fishes swimming around him playfully, or even using his Disguise Self to look exactly like the captain doing a funny dance. trying to amuse him. After a few moments he approaches Skit and asks "Skit, my friend, you seem like a very smart lad and might be able to help my friends and I with some information. See, we stumbled on to your ship like goofballs! However, we need to return one of our other friends who somehow ended up on that other ship at the dock, do you remember? Somebody misses them greatly an it's our duty to make sure that young lady get home safe. What can you tell me about where we are going and who were the other men on that ship?"
The day passes quickly, the boat skips across the waves, full sail for most of the morning and into the late afternoon. Skit keeps you all on task with Sheela barking orders when the young lad dissapears below decks. Dornin is able to catch him, leaning against the rail. Gazing down into the waves, a pod of Dolphins frollick along side the swiftly moving ship. The lad looks to the Half-elf, not a naive little child, intelligence sparkles within his sea blue orbs. He smiles and replies "Ihh, heading to the Bones we are, a chain a small islands and reefs, never been myself. A town called Ritters reef. Controlled by Ritter himself, worked the lanes up and down the coast. Went to war is said against the Luskans. One of the last to keep his ship, now, he runs the reef. You need anything done in town, it goes through him. The other ship youse say. Ihh, Sirens hooked up with Captain Harg a couple a times now. Mostly raiding vessels, this ones new, escort. From what I seen, not sure what Escort means zactly. Somtin like follow the leader or some such. Anyhow, got some dangerous mens aboard they do, glad they not on the Siren."
He turns from the sea, looks to the sky and sighs, "Lookin like a storms brewing, gonna have work ta do. Captains said, now Im not supposed to knowing in all. Heard him say, we droppin them off at the Gauntlet. Its an old fort, long abandoned. And Haunted they says, why nobody goes there."
The afternoon begins to turn to dusk as the first waves crash into the side of the heaving ship. Skit has been yelling and hollering at the lot of you for over an hour now. Tie it down, batten the hatches, lower the sails, secure that rope. You can barely pay any attention to his yelling, more interested in the shouting coming from the Captains quarters. "By the gods, yer brains rattled girl. Who the hells is 'the side oh chaos'." The shouting stops, the cabin grows quiet then Molly exits, not joined by, but escorted by Sheela into the hold. The latch closes behind them.
Molly
Quiet for the first time since entering the Captains Quarters, the man looks at you with a queer eye. "Bah, I should just feed ya to the fishes. Not knowing yerself Molly, I cant trust you with this." He turns to Sheela, "Take her below, Ive got a bounty to collect."
As You and Sheela leave the cabin and descend into the crews deck, Sheela says gently, "he's got a soft place for you child, any other would be a trophy on his desk." She is referring to a small box, like a miniature buried treasure chest, sand and palm tree included. A magical device the whispers aboard have spoken about. A place for the Captain to keep his mementos, his vanquished foes. Those that have earned a place of hatred for the Captain, find themselves within its hellish confines.
"Dont make this hard on yerself, stay here with me. Let him rage and do what he must. Im starving, you want something" she says as she leaves Molly and heads to the larder.
Skit continues to holler over the waves, now tossing the insignificant boat from swell to swell. The wind howls, snapping at the loose cloth of the sails. Unsecured ropes whip by over head, threatening to tear off and snag a poor soul over board. The rigging leans precipitously over the water, as waves froth and foam over the deck. The Captain emerges, a growl on his features, a war hammer in each hand. His vest flaps in the window displaying lines of scars across his bare chest. He points at Octo, 'Your head will adorn my wall, the rest of you will fill my coffers" He doesn't hesitate, his head thrown back, his arms flayed to the side he bellows into the wind. The first drops, plump cold splatters impact the wood, then another. The sky opens as lightning snaps through the air, dangerously close to the masts of the ship.
The Schooner is rocking dangerously, waves crashing over the rails. The deck is slick from the water rushing to rejoin the sea, sweeping anything lose into the water. All movement is Difficult terrain whether you are crossing the upper deck or climbing the rigging. Skit is desperately piloting the ship at the Helm at B3.
If you move 15' or more, make a Dex Check DC 10, at the 15' mark. If you fail you fall Prone to keep from sliding or falling off.
Initiative
Your group<-----Your turn, Any order (Molly is in the crews quarters, not difficult terrain below decks)
Octo smiles, doubtful if anyone can see it in the storm that is tossing the boat to and fro, but he knew it would come to his. He doesn’t hesitate, and rushes to meet the captain.
dash Should get me about halfway to his current position, assuming 5-foot squares and difficult terrain.
Dex Save: 9, 20
(Rolling advantage because of danger sense. If you feel it doesn't apply here, use the first number)
Since I dashed, if you want another roll at 30 ft…
Dex Save: 3, 19
Octo will yell, "Get behind me if you can, I think me and this ******* have some things to work out."
Sure that the all-day swearing of the captain spelt some kind of trouble, Kallith went below deck to retrieve her sling and a few hard nuts or similar orbs to use it with. Nothing that would keep her from being able to work the rigging.
In the evening, the boards beneath Kalliths feet shifted, groanded, cracked precariously. She held on for deal life aboard the vessel that had suddenly become a combat zone. As Octo rushes past her, all she can do is extend her hand and infuse whatever he was holding with magic weapon. If Octo wasn't armed yet, Kallith waits with the spell.
She moves backwards a few feet, away from the raging captain. The firbolg moves slowly, gripping the rigging to keep herself steady (10 feet towards the bow). Thick rain begins to sheet across the Schooner, seemingly at the mans command. Wiping the salt out of her eyes, she prepares a few nuts with magic stone.
Dornin starts steadily walking towards the helm to help Skit pilot, holding carefully to the rail of the ship to keep balence. On the way, he summons the inky blackness of Eldritch Blast towards the Captain.
(Attack: 13 Damage: 5/ walks 15ft towards the helm)
After being dismissed by the captain, Molly responded with a theatrical shrug. Leaning in closer to the captain, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light under the dim cabin glow, she quipped in a tone dripping with feigned disappointment as she joked, "Oh, Captain, wenn ein Gentleman can't tickle a junge tart's fancy, he at least wirft ihr ein paar coins for her trouble, eh?" Her words, light, and taunting, contrasted sharply with the oppressive gloom of the cabin. With a girlish giggle that echoed eerily like the whisper of spectral wings, Molly turned on her heel, her laughter lingering in the air as a ghostly refrain while she followed Sheela down into the crew quarters.
In the dimly lit corridors below deck, the air was saturated with the brine of the sea and the musk of ancient timber—a scent both comforting and ominously familiar to Molly. Sheela, mingling irritation with a hint of concern, suggested Molly grab something to eat. The suggestion drifted through Molly’s consciousness, barely stirring the surface. Food was far from her mind; instead, her gaze sparkled with the prospect of delving into the belongings of the departed crew. Dismissing the offer of food with a silent shake of her head, her attention was riveted on the trunks and lockers lining the walls.
As Sheela departed, leaving Molly to her solitary explorations, the Rhinemaiden’s lips curled into a sinister grin. The quiet of the lower deck was punctuated only by the ominous creak of the ship and the distant, relentless crash of waves against its hull—a macabre symphony perfect for a bout of surreptitious rummaging. Molly approached the storage of her fallen comrades with the glee of a child in a haunted fair, her fingers trembling with anticipation.
She wasn't seeking anything particular—her motives as chaotic as the whirlpool of thoughts swirling through her deranged mind. Perhaps a trinket to catch the fading light, a scrap of cloth with a peculiar texture, or maybe a secret stashed within a decrepit boot. The thrill lay not in the discovery but in the search itself, in the spectral stories that these forsaken relics whispered. Driven not by malice but by a twisted fascination with the echoes of lives once vibrantly lived, Molly began to rummage. Her actions were whimsical and erratic as she conjured the lives of the items' previous owners, each narrative as darkly vibrant as the next. Around her, the ship seemed to hold its breath, the aged wood creaking in anticipation of what bizarre curiosities she might unearth. Yet, what she found—or might find—remained shrouded in the shadows under Nettles's silent, unsettling watch, whose doll eyes seemed to glow with a ghostly light.
As Molly stood before the battered chests and weathered lockers of the departed crew, a peculiar flutter tickled her heart—a sensation not unlike the giddy excitement of a young maiden on Hogswatchnight. It was as if the air around her thinned, filled with the ghostly echoes of laughter and whispered secrets, transporting her back to those shadow-laced festivals of her youth. This peculiar collection of belongings, each piece a silent testament to a life snuffed out too soon, seemed to beckon her with the promise of hidden wonders and dark delights. With child-like anticipation veiling her sinister grin, Molly reached forward, her fingers brushing against the cold, forgotten thingamabobs as she delved into the past, eager to unwrap the spectral gifts left behind in the wake of tragedy.
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Only one Dexterity Check is required for any movement of 15' or more. (I like the use of danger sense, go ahead and use it)
Octo: Note Kallith used the ring of Magic Weapon to enhance your axe
Waves crash over the rails of the schooner, washing across the deck and dragging at your feet is it seeks to rejoin the sea. Washing the wooden planks of anything lose and threatening to knock you from your feet. The dark angry clouds above roil with anger, matched only by the hatred in the eyes of the Captain. The tempest thrashes the poor boat, tossing it from side to side. The Captain raises his hammers in his hands, a beckon to the sky as lightning lances down to strike the metal. Energy dances about the man, arcs of light lasheing out from his form.
Chandle throws a dagger, impacting with his chest and leaving a crimson line of blood to seep out. The Captains anger suppresses everything, even the pain of the minor wound. Chandle races to the front of the ship, attempting to put some distance between himself and the crackling ball of anger. Octo races forward covering half the distance, standing next to the stairs down into the hold. Kallith grips the rail, moving towards the foredeck. Dornin chooses another tact, a blast spreads from his fingers, leaping forth and impacting with the man. It splashes against his bare chest, gaining his enmity. Dornin, his hand upon the rail as he climbs the stairs up to the helm, the ship buckling beneath him, the next step rushing to meet his feet before he was ready. His chin slams against the upper stair sending dancing lights before his eyes. (Movement 15', Dex check: 10: prone)
The Captains hands are choked up next to the hammers head, held as solid metal fists. Crackling energy dances about him as he points a meaty, metal studded hand towards Dornin, "In a hurry to get somewhere dandelion eater" he snarls. Energy leaps from the hammers head to snap at the prone form of Dornin. The captain then turns to Octo, a snarl turning to a sneer, "it will look great on my wall" the other hammer raised towards Octo, a bolt of lightning leaps across the space towards the Minotaur. Witch fire dances in the rigging above.
The Captain fires a bolt of Lightning against Dornin (Prone: Disadvantage): Attack: 13 Damage: 6
The Captain fires a bolt of Lightning at Octo: Attack: 19 Damage: 7
Molly, left alone within the crew's quarters pokes around, lifting mementos, scraps of paper, a silver chain., seashells strung on twine and other trinkets of any real value only to the owners. No longer a possession of the living, she giggles as she caresses the items, evoking the memory of the man, or woman who owned them.
Initiative
Your party<----Your turn any order (Dornin is prone)
The captain, lightning dances from his limbs, an aura of power and energy surrounds him.
Octo continues his rush to the captain. The captain sends a blast of lightning at him, and he lowers his head, taking the blast square in his thick skull, and he roars, with … delight. He raises his head as the lightning lingers on his horns.
“Ha, you want my head! You can’t take my head with a hammer. But with an axe, well …”
Octo will continue his run to get to the captain (Dash). The boat rolls and the water splashes the deck, but Octo is getting his footing (Dex w/ Danger sense): 22 (nat 20) and ducks under a sail as it swings by, awry.
When he gets to the captain he says, “Molly may be our skipper, but Kallith will be our captain.” And he runs into him, horns first.
Horns: 16 for 8 damage
OOC: got the magic ring - axe, that will be next round... hopefully :)
'By the thunderhead of Thraotor, is he blessed by Memnor himself?' Kalliths mind reels at the captains abilities, seeing him wield lightning.
She keeps a careful distance, whipping out the slick leather of her sling. Placing one of the walnuts inside, she takes a broad stance for a better shot. Whipping the missile in a practiced circle, the druid lets it fly with a whirr.
Attack: 17, damage: 4 bludgeoning
The druid looks up at the snapping sails, hoping they would hold out, hoping that Skit wouldn't lose control of the rudder.
Chandle sees Kallith launch a sling just after seeing Octo lit with lightning. She hustles over to Kallith drawing her bow on the way. She takes aim and shoots.
Move dash & object interaction 50’ port side next to Kallith readying her bow on the way. Dex save 19 Action attack 23 damage 5+2 sneak attack, total 7.
”This is some kind of weak ash sand!” Spoken as a craftsman with an inferior product…
Dornin topples to the floor of the ship, feeling the cold wash up of water on the deck, he staggers himself up to make it to the top of the stairs towards the helm. He has never encountered an enemy like this before as he manages to dodge a bolt of lightning, courtesy of the fall. He grips the rail to pull himself up to his feet and stand near Skit piloting the ship. Now having an upper view of the stand-off, he summons the black magic of Eldritch Blast. It fires at extreme speed and accuracy slamming into the captain.
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The boat tosses, wind snapping at the lone sail left to catch it. Grabbing the cloth the whole Schooner dips to the side, the deck rails only feet from the crashing surf. A wave crashes into the side, slamming against the deck and shoving the boat back up and over the other way, water grabs at your feet, sloshing past. Octo charges forward, horns lowered he slams in to the large man. A small grunt of expelled air is all the indication of striking the mans chest. His anger keeps him strong, Octo feels like he just hit a stone wall. The lightning dancing about the Captain discharges into the Minotaur, the bulls muscles twitching as it flows through him.
A walnut glances off the Captains cheek, a long swell of blood begins to mingle with the rain and run freely down his jaw. The Thud of an arrow, now sprouting from his side doesn't slow him down, it only enrages him further, he seems nearly impervious to your physical blows. He raises his hammers ready to split the Minotaurs skull. A bolt of darkness slams into his back, a roar of pain escapes his lips. He turns from his intended target to glower at the Half-elf near the Helm. "Get away from there he bellows"
Skit is hollering as loud as he can, his movements frantic upon the wheel, spinning it back and forth, trying to compensate for the crashing waves. 'The sail, it needs to come down, were going over if it stays" Trying desperately to be heard he keeps repeating himself. "The knot, pull the knot or Umberlee will have us". Unable to remove his hands from the wheel, he thrusts his chin towards the main mast.
The Captain doesn't care, his rage fuels his every thought and move. He whips his arm in a flicking motion towards Dornin. A lash of lightning streams out from the hammer head. Back and forth he whips it in the air, each stroke snapping closer and closer to the Half-elf. The peel of thunder rumbles at the snap of each strike, the captain trying to entangle, and yank the Warlock forward. Still not done with Octo, his hammer comes around, aiming for the tender jaw of the bull.
Captain using the captured lightning as a whip against Dornin: Attack: 18 Damage: 5 Lightning damage
If it strikes Dornin makes a Grapple check DC: 13 or he is pulled forward 10', up and over the railing to fall upon the deck below, Make a Dex Save DC 12 or take: 4 Falling damage and end Prone.
The Captain slams the hammer into Octos jaw: Attack: 21 Damage: 8 Bludgeon damage plus: 2 Lightning damage
The main mast has a cross beam. It is 15' above the deck. The Main sail, currently at half mast needs to come down. It is attached by 2 knots on either end of the 30' cross beam. Skit is calling desperately as the cloth snaps in the tempest, the ship tossed back and forth.
Initiative
Your party<----Your turn any order (Dornin is prone)
The captain, lightning dances from his limbs, an aura of power and energy surrounds him.
It would take many minutes (10-20) for Molly to search the crews quarters. Poking through the foot lockers, retrieving items tucked, secure into nooks and crannies, stashed within the stitching of hammocks. This task would be made more difficult by the tossing of the ship as it it groans and creaks, bouncing from one side to the other.
The combat raging above will, typically take less than a minute, if even half of that. There is no way she could search the quarters, move up the stairs, past Octo and the captain raging against each other, lightning dancing in the air to make it to the Captains quarters. Never mind the desired time to cackle and giggle while searching the Captains quarters.
The last three paragraphs could not have occurred yet, do to the amount of time that has passed since the declaration of searching the crews quarters-It will take 10-20 minutes to search and only 6 seconds have passed.
With the lightning singeing the hair on his body, Octo drops into his rage and brings this great axe to bear on the captain, tuning out the storm raging around him, or perhaps channeling it a bit.
"Hold on Dornin!" Kallith shouts to Dornin as she sees him in a bad way after taking all that energy and falling on deck. Through the rain, she sends the soothing energies of Iallanis towards him [[bonus action] 3 healing and 2 temporary hp (I'm very sad at these rolls)].
Kallith then scrambles up on the rigging on the opposite side of Chandle. Assuming climbing = half speed, she first gets up to the crossbeam and then hangs on for dear life, arms and legs wrapped around the structure, inching forward. (dashing as an action to get halfway to the knot, moving at half speed for safety)
Dornin gets heavily struck by the bolt, failing to resist the pull from the energy he is launched from the helm to the main deck getting completely winded. As he debates on getting up or staying on that deck to die, Kallith shouts, giving him enough energy to get back up. Dornin stands, anger has struck his face and his eyes glow deep red like that of an infernal beast. He lets the anger speak his commanding power “Flee, you dog!” Speaks the multi-voiced Dornin.
(Wis Save:13 or must spend his next turn running away from Dornin)
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The second day on deck was much easier for Dornin, even with little sleep, he enjoys the beautiful day with his companions unbothered by the troubles that may await them. Hearing the stories from Chandle and the laughter from Kallith made the day go by peacefully. Dornin also will share some stories, giving more information about his life back in Phandalin. When he notices Kallith peering over his shoulder to look to what he is reading from his book, he does not shy away from her. In the past, anyone else trying to read his tome would be met this a menacing stare, but he trusts her enough with his life. Odd to think that only a few days ago they were all strangers in the right place at the right time. His mother used to speak of destiny, and how the flow of time is more of a river we ride along, something that has already been predetermined by being beyond themselves. It brings Dornin comfort to know that destiny has brought them together, it shelters him.
Upon the bird arriving with news for the captain, Dornin's day becomes sour. He looks to the rest of his friends with caution in his eyes. "It seems that news travels fast, even on open water. We must prepare for what comes next." When the captain, Sheela and Molly are all out of sight in their quarters, Dornin will go to Skit, and much like he did in the courtyard with the children a few days ago, he will begin to use Minor Illusion to create images of dolphins and fishes swimming around him playfully, or even using his Disguise Self to look exactly like the captain doing a funny dance. trying to amuse him. After a few moments he approaches Skit and asks "Skit, my friend, you seem like a very smart lad and might be able to help my friends and I with some information. See, we stumbled on to your ship like goofballs! However, we need to return one of our other friends who somehow ended up on that other ship at the dock, do you remember? Somebody misses them greatly an it's our duty to make sure that young lady get home safe. What can you tell me about where we are going and who were the other men on that ship?"
(Persuasion: 20- Not natural)
The day passes quickly, the boat skips across the waves, full sail for most of the morning and into the late afternoon. Skit keeps you all on task with Sheela barking orders when the young lad dissapears below decks. Dornin is able to catch him, leaning against the rail. Gazing down into the waves, a pod of Dolphins frollick along side the swiftly moving ship. The lad looks to the Half-elf, not a naive little child, intelligence sparkles within his sea blue orbs. He smiles and replies "Ihh, heading to the Bones we are, a chain a small islands and reefs, never been myself. A town called Ritters reef. Controlled by Ritter himself, worked the lanes up and down the coast. Went to war is said against the Luskans. One of the last to keep his ship, now, he runs the reef. You need anything done in town, it goes through him. The other ship youse say. Ihh, Sirens hooked up with Captain Harg a couple a times now. Mostly raiding vessels, this ones new, escort. From what I seen, not sure what Escort means zactly. Somtin like follow the leader or some such. Anyhow, got some dangerous mens aboard they do, glad they not on the Siren."
He turns from the sea, looks to the sky and sighs, "Lookin like a storms brewing, gonna have work ta do. Captains said, now Im not supposed to knowing in all. Heard him say, we droppin them off at the Gauntlet. Its an old fort, long abandoned. And Haunted they says, why nobody goes there."
The afternoon begins to turn to dusk as the first waves crash into the side of the heaving ship. Skit has been yelling and hollering at the lot of you for over an hour now. Tie it down, batten the hatches, lower the sails, secure that rope. You can barely pay any attention to his yelling, more interested in the shouting coming from the Captains quarters. "By the gods, yer brains rattled girl. Who the hells is 'the side oh chaos'." The shouting stops, the cabin grows quiet then Molly exits, not joined by, but escorted by Sheela into the hold. The latch closes behind them.
Molly
Quiet for the first time since entering the Captains Quarters, the man looks at you with a queer eye. "Bah, I should just feed ya to the fishes. Not knowing yerself Molly, I cant trust you with this." He turns to Sheela, "Take her below, Ive got a bounty to collect."
As You and Sheela leave the cabin and descend into the crews deck, Sheela says gently, "he's got a soft place for you child, any other would be a trophy on his desk." She is referring to a small box, like a miniature buried treasure chest, sand and palm tree included. A magical device the whispers aboard have spoken about. A place for the Captain to keep his mementos, his vanquished foes. Those that have earned a place of hatred for the Captain, find themselves within its hellish confines.
"Dont make this hard on yerself, stay here with me. Let him rage and do what he must. Im starving, you want something" she says as she leaves Molly and heads to the larder.
Skit continues to holler over the waves, now tossing the insignificant boat from swell to swell. The wind howls, snapping at the loose cloth of the sails. Unsecured ropes whip by over head, threatening to tear off and snag a poor soul over board. The rigging leans precipitously over the water, as waves froth and foam over the deck. The Captain emerges, a growl on his features, a war hammer in each hand. His vest flaps in the window displaying lines of scars across his bare chest. He points at Octo, 'Your head will adorn my wall, the rest of you will fill my coffers" He doesn't hesitate, his head thrown back, his arms flayed to the side he bellows into the wind. The first drops, plump cold splatters impact the wood, then another. The sky opens as lightning snaps through the air, dangerously close to the masts of the ship.
The Schooner is rocking dangerously, waves crashing over the rails. The deck is slick from the water rushing to rejoin the sea, sweeping anything lose into the water. All movement is Difficult terrain whether you are crossing the upper deck or climbing the rigging. Skit is desperately piloting the ship at the Helm at B3.
If you move 15' or more, make a Dex Check DC 10, at the 15' mark. If you fail you fall Prone to keep from sliding or falling off.
Initiative
Octo smiles, doubtful if anyone can see it in the storm that is tossing the boat to and fro, but he knew it would come to his. He doesn’t hesitate, and rushes to meet the captain.
dash Should get me about halfway to his current position, assuming 5-foot squares and difficult terrain.
Dex Save: 9, 20
(Rolling advantage because of danger sense. If you feel it doesn't apply here, use the first number)
Since I dashed, if you want another roll at 30 ft…
Dex Save: 3, 19
Octo will yell, "Get behind me if you can, I think me and this ******* have some things to work out."
Sure that the all-day swearing of the captain spelt some kind of trouble, Kallith went below deck to retrieve her sling and a few hard nuts or similar orbs to use it with. Nothing that would keep her from being able to work the rigging.
In the evening, the boards beneath Kalliths feet shifted, groanded, cracked precariously. She held on for deal life aboard the vessel that had suddenly become a combat zone. As Octo rushes past her, all she can do is extend her hand and infuse whatever he was holding with magic weapon. If Octo wasn't armed yet, Kallith waits with the spell.
She moves backwards a few feet, away from the raging captain. The firbolg moves slowly, gripping the rigging to keep herself steady (10 feet towards the bow). Thick rain begins to sheet across the Schooner, seemingly at the mans command. Wiping the salt out of her eyes, she prepares a few nuts with magic stone.
Chandle quick as a wink pulls and throws a dagger. Then 50’ towards the forward deck. “I’m with you Octo!”
action+object interaction draw and ranged attack the Captain. To hit 18 damage 3 and sneak attack if applicable 2 sneak attack, total 5 damage.
movement+bonus (cunning) action dash 50’ total 25’ over difficult terrain one save at 15’ dex 20.
Dornin starts steadily walking towards the helm to help Skit pilot, holding carefully to the rail of the ship to keep balence. On the way, he summons the inky blackness of Eldritch Blast towards the Captain.
(Attack: 13 Damage: 5/ walks 15ft towards the helm)
🥀Molly Munchausen🌊
After being dismissed by the captain, Molly responded with a theatrical shrug. Leaning in closer to the captain, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light under the dim cabin glow, she quipped in a tone dripping with feigned disappointment as she joked, "Oh, Captain, wenn ein Gentleman can't tickle a junge tart's fancy, he at least wirft ihr ein paar coins for her trouble, eh?" Her words, light, and taunting, contrasted sharply with the oppressive gloom of the cabin. With a girlish giggle that echoed eerily like the whisper of spectral wings, Molly turned on her heel, her laughter lingering in the air as a ghostly refrain while she followed Sheela down into the crew quarters.
In the dimly lit corridors below deck, the air was saturated with the brine of the sea and the musk of ancient timber—a scent both comforting and ominously familiar to Molly. Sheela, mingling irritation with a hint of concern, suggested Molly grab something to eat. The suggestion drifted through Molly’s consciousness, barely stirring the surface. Food was far from her mind; instead, her gaze sparkled with the prospect of delving into the belongings of the departed crew. Dismissing the offer of food with a silent shake of her head, her attention was riveted on the trunks and lockers lining the walls.
As Sheela departed, leaving Molly to her solitary explorations, the Rhinemaiden’s lips curled into a sinister grin. The quiet of the lower deck was punctuated only by the ominous creak of the ship and the distant, relentless crash of waves against its hull—a macabre symphony perfect for a bout of surreptitious rummaging. Molly approached the storage of her fallen comrades with the glee of a child in a haunted fair, her fingers trembling with anticipation.
She wasn't seeking anything particular—her motives as chaotic as the whirlpool of thoughts swirling through her deranged mind. Perhaps a trinket to catch the fading light, a scrap of cloth with a peculiar texture, or maybe a secret stashed within a decrepit boot. The thrill lay not in the discovery but in the search itself, in the spectral stories that these forsaken relics whispered. Driven not by malice but by a twisted fascination with the echoes of lives once vibrantly lived, Molly began to rummage. Her actions were whimsical and erratic as she conjured the lives of the items' previous owners, each narrative as darkly vibrant as the next. Around her, the ship seemed to hold its breath, the aged wood creaking in anticipation of what bizarre curiosities she might unearth. Yet, what she found—or might find—remained shrouded in the shadows under Nettles's silent, unsettling watch, whose doll eyes seemed to glow with a ghostly light.
As Molly stood before the battered chests and weathered lockers of the departed crew, a peculiar flutter tickled her heart—a sensation not unlike the giddy excitement of a young maiden on Hogswatchnight. It was as if the air around her thinned, filled with the ghostly echoes of laughter and whispered secrets, transporting her back to those shadow-laced festivals of her youth. This peculiar collection of belongings, each piece a silent testament to a life snuffed out too soon, seemed to beckon her with the promise of hidden wonders and dark delights. With child-like anticipation veiling her sinister grin, Molly reached forward, her fingers brushing against the cold, forgotten thingamabobs as she delved into the past, eager to unwrap the spectral gifts left behind in the wake of tragedy.
Only one Dexterity Check is required for any movement of 15' or more. (I like the use of danger sense, go ahead and use it)
Octo: Note Kallith used the ring of Magic Weapon to enhance your axe
Waves crash over the rails of the schooner, washing across the deck and dragging at your feet is it seeks to rejoin the sea. Washing the wooden planks of anything lose and threatening to knock you from your feet. The dark angry clouds above roil with anger, matched only by the hatred in the eyes of the Captain. The tempest thrashes the poor boat, tossing it from side to side. The Captain raises his hammers in his hands, a beckon to the sky as lightning lances down to strike the metal. Energy dances about the man, arcs of light lasheing out from his form.
Chandle throws a dagger, impacting with his chest and leaving a crimson line of blood to seep out. The Captains anger suppresses everything, even the pain of the minor wound. Chandle races to the front of the ship, attempting to put some distance between himself and the crackling ball of anger. Octo races forward covering half the distance, standing next to the stairs down into the hold. Kallith grips the rail, moving towards the foredeck. Dornin chooses another tact, a blast spreads from his fingers, leaping forth and impacting with the man. It splashes against his bare chest, gaining his enmity. Dornin, his hand upon the rail as he climbs the stairs up to the helm, the ship buckling beneath him, the next step rushing to meet his feet before he was ready. His chin slams against the upper stair sending dancing lights before his eyes. (Movement 15', Dex check: 10: prone)
The Captains hands are choked up next to the hammers head, held as solid metal fists. Crackling energy dances about him as he points a meaty, metal studded hand towards Dornin, "In a hurry to get somewhere dandelion eater" he snarls. Energy leaps from the hammers head to snap at the prone form of Dornin. The captain then turns to Octo, a snarl turning to a sneer, "it will look great on my wall" the other hammer raised towards Octo, a bolt of lightning leaps across the space towards the Minotaur. Witch fire dances in the rigging above.
The Captain fires a bolt of Lightning against Dornin (Prone: Disadvantage): Attack: 13 Damage: 6
The Captain fires a bolt of Lightning at Octo: Attack: 19 Damage: 7
Molly, left alone within the crew's quarters pokes around, lifting mementos, scraps of paper, a silver chain., seashells strung on twine and other trinkets of any real value only to the owners. No longer a possession of the living, she giggles as she caresses the items, evoking the memory of the man, or woman who owned them.
Initiative
Octo continues his rush to the captain. The captain sends a blast of lightning at him, and he lowers his head, taking the blast square in his thick skull, and he roars, with … delight. He raises his head as the lightning lingers on his horns.
“Ha, you want my head! You can’t take my head with a hammer. But with an axe, well …”
Octo will continue his run to get to the captain (Dash). The boat rolls and the water splashes the deck, but Octo is getting his footing (Dex w/ Danger sense): 22 (nat 20) and ducks under a sail as it swings by, awry.
When he gets to the captain he says, “Molly may be our skipper, but Kallith will be our captain.” And he runs into him, horns first.
Horns: 16 for 8 damage
OOC: got the magic ring - axe, that will be next round... hopefully :)
'By the thunderhead of Thraotor, is he blessed by Memnor himself?' Kalliths mind reels at the captains abilities, seeing him wield lightning.
She keeps a careful distance, whipping out the slick leather of her sling. Placing one of the walnuts inside, she takes a broad stance for a better shot. Whipping the missile in a practiced circle, the druid lets it fly with a whirr.
Attack: 17, damage: 4 bludgeoning
The druid looks up at the snapping sails, hoping they would hold out, hoping that Skit wouldn't lose control of the rudder.
Chandle sees Kallith launch a sling just after seeing Octo lit with lightning. She hustles over to Kallith drawing her bow on the way. She takes aim and shoots.
Move dash & object interaction 50’ port side next to Kallith readying her bow on the way.
Dex save 19
Action attack 23 damage 5+2 sneak attack, total 7.
”This is some kind of weak ash sand!” Spoken as a craftsman with an inferior product…
Dornin topples to the floor of the ship, feeling the cold wash up of water on the deck, he staggers himself up to make it to the top of the stairs towards the helm. He has never encountered an enemy like this before as he manages to dodge a bolt of lightning, courtesy of the fall. He grips the rail to pull himself up to his feet and stand near Skit piloting the ship. Now having an upper view of the stand-off, he summons the black magic of Eldritch Blast. It fires at extreme speed and accuracy slamming into the captain.
(Attack:Crit Damage:17/ Dex Save:15)
The boat tosses, wind snapping at the lone sail left to catch it. Grabbing the cloth the whole Schooner dips to the side, the deck rails only feet from the crashing surf. A wave crashes into the side, slamming against the deck and shoving the boat back up and over the other way, water grabs at your feet, sloshing past. Octo charges forward, horns lowered he slams in to the large man. A small grunt of expelled air is all the indication of striking the mans chest. His anger keeps him strong, Octo feels like he just hit a stone wall. The lightning dancing about the Captain discharges into the Minotaur, the bulls muscles twitching as it flows through him.
A walnut glances off the Captains cheek, a long swell of blood begins to mingle with the rain and run freely down his jaw. The Thud of an arrow, now sprouting from his side doesn't slow him down, it only enrages him further, he seems nearly impervious to your physical blows. He raises his hammers ready to split the Minotaurs skull. A bolt of darkness slams into his back, a roar of pain escapes his lips. He turns from his intended target to glower at the Half-elf near the Helm. "Get away from there he bellows"
Skit is hollering as loud as he can, his movements frantic upon the wheel, spinning it back and forth, trying to compensate for the crashing waves. 'The sail, it needs to come down, were going over if it stays" Trying desperately to be heard he keeps repeating himself. "The knot, pull the knot or Umberlee will have us". Unable to remove his hands from the wheel, he thrusts his chin towards the main mast.
The Captain doesn't care, his rage fuels his every thought and move. He whips his arm in a flicking motion towards Dornin. A lash of lightning streams out from the hammer head. Back and forth he whips it in the air, each stroke snapping closer and closer to the Half-elf. The peel of thunder rumbles at the snap of each strike, the captain trying to entangle, and yank the Warlock forward. Still not done with Octo, his hammer comes around, aiming for the tender jaw of the bull.
Captain using the captured lightning as a whip against Dornin: Attack: 18 Damage: 5 Lightning damage
If it strikes Dornin makes a Grapple check DC: 13 or he is pulled forward 10', up and over the railing to fall upon the deck below, Make a Dex Save DC 12 or take: 4 Falling damage and end Prone.
The Captain slams the hammer into Octos jaw: Attack: 21 Damage: 8 Bludgeon damage plus: 2 Lightning damage
The main mast has a cross beam. It is 15' above the deck. The Main sail, currently at half mast needs to come down. It is attached by 2 knots on either end of the 30' cross beam. Skit is calling desperately as the cloth snaps in the tempest, the ship tossed back and forth.
Initiative
Octo: please take 5 Lightning damage as you impacted with the Captain.
Chandle runs at the beckoning of Skit to undo one or both knots which she herself may have tied…
move & dash up to 50’ worth
dex save 17
sleight of hand for object interaction and action of undoing knots nat 20 26 total!
”Not today Umberlee!”
Noted, just her delusions then...
Molly
It would take many minutes (10-20) for Molly to search the crews quarters. Poking through the foot lockers, retrieving items tucked, secure into nooks and crannies, stashed within the stitching of hammocks. This task would be made more difficult by the tossing of the ship as it it groans and creaks, bouncing from one side to the other.
The combat raging above will, typically take less than a minute, if even half of that. There is no way she could search the quarters, move up the stairs, past Octo and the captain raging against each other, lightning dancing in the air to make it to the Captains quarters. Never mind the desired time to cackle and giggle while searching the Captains quarters.
The last three paragraphs could not have occurred yet, do to the amount of time that has passed since the declaration of searching the crews quarters-It will take 10-20 minutes to search and only 6 seconds have passed.
With the lightning singeing the hair on his body, Octo drops into his rage and brings this great axe to bear on the captain, tuning out the storm raging around him, or perhaps channeling it a bit.
Attack Great Axe: 23 (nat 20), damage: 23
"Hold on Dornin!" Kallith shouts to Dornin as she sees him in a bad way after taking all that energy and falling on deck. Through the rain, she sends the soothing energies of Iallanis towards him [[bonus action] 3 healing and 2 temporary hp (I'm very sad at these rolls)].
Kallith then scrambles up on the rigging on the opposite side of Chandle. Assuming climbing = half speed, she first gets up to the crossbeam and then hangs on for dear life, arms and legs wrapped around the structure, inching forward. (dashing as an action to get halfway to the knot, moving at half speed for safety)
Dornin gets heavily struck by the bolt, failing to resist the pull from the energy he is launched from the helm to the main deck getting completely winded. As he debates on getting up or staying on that deck to die, Kallith shouts, giving him enough energy to get back up. Dornin stands, anger has struck his face and his eyes glow deep red like that of an infernal beast. He lets the anger speak his commanding power “Flee, you dog!” Speaks the multi-voiced Dornin.
(Wis Save:13 or must spend his next turn running away from Dornin)