Round 11

Post when able. 

Eirikur's eyes widen in shock as Henry receives a devastating blow. Badly damaged and on the verge of total system failure, there is not a moment to lose. Seething with rage and having shaken off the effects of Gaelan's touch, Eirikur points to the flaming abomination and calls out to it. In his mind, he bellowed some noble challenge fit for historic scrolls. In reality though, he barely finishes his divine utterances for a spell before giving into his rage. "DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" He says, quite inelegantly, foaming at the mouth. Pulling his sword from its half-scabbard and tossing aside his shield, he charges the abomination, tip of the blade aimed for the thing's burning heart. He then yanks it free with a snarl and swings in a high arc for the thing's head.

OOC: BA Compel Duel, Wis save of 14 or disadvantage on attacking all creatures except me.

Action: Attack 1: 22 Damage 11

Attack 2: 18 Damage 13

"No wait fire! Ahgh..." Gaelan will try to lay in some blows and also touch Henry to help restore some life to his friend.

Palm Strike Attack: 25 Damage: 8 

Elbow Strike Attack: 17 Damage: 9 

Flurry

Snap Kick Attack: 7 Damage: 5 

Knee of healing 5 to Henry

*It is still poisoned, so no need to roll poison saves yet.

Seeing his friend in bad shape, Modoc will continue to attack recklessly.

Attack: 25 Damage: 15

Attack: 26 Damage: 11

Modoc 7 fire damage for both of his attacks 

Abomination Wis Save

16

The abomination crumbles into a pile of ash after such deadly barrage of attacks 

End of Combat

it looks like you saved all you could with the skipper dead. As the party heads back to the main deck and to their own boat you see the Chicago River swarming with military tugboats rescuing the other injured people. As you make it back to shore a Chicago police officer waves the party over. 

"Please come with me to the police precinct. I need all of your statements as to what you saw this night. If you saw any foreigners, please tell me immediately" 

The protestors from Verdestone are nowhere to be seen. 

Modoc scowls a little when he notices the Verdestone people are gone, but tiredly follows the officer to the precinct if the others do.

Gaelan nods to the officer and puts his gloves on, then looks to his boss for guidance.

The fires in Eirikur's belly are stoked slightly at the absence of the Verdestone people, but his bloodlust has, for the moment, been sated with the release of extreme violence and the fact that all these bloody efforts have actually saved lives. They weren't just there by coincidence, I'm sure of it. 

He nods at the officer. To his friends, he whispers. "Foreigners?" His British accent emphasized in his whisper.

"Maybe they heard about the protesters and assumed they had something to do with this? Like we initially did." Modoc whispers as he shrugs.  He also starts unconsciously sizing up the officers, an old habit from the Coyote Confederation.

Modoc sizing up reveals that the officers would be no match for one trained in the Coyote confederation. Though even the best fighter can be felled by a single bullet. 

The party follows the officer to Precinct 12

The precinct station is a sturdy brick building, its facade adorned with arched windows and a prominent sign bearing the precinct number. Located in a bustling neighborhood of Chicago, close to the waterfront, the station is a hive of activity and authority. Outside, gas lamps cast a flickering glow on the cobblestone streets, where occasional horse-drawn carriages clatter past.

Inside, the station is bustling with activity. The main room serves as a combination of office and meeting space, dominated by a large desk where the precinct captain sits, overseeing operations. The air is thick with tobacco smoke, mingling with the smell of ink and paper from the administrative desks where officers record reports by hand. Bulletin boards display wanted posters and notices of upcoming community meetings.

Officer Barnabas escorts the party to individual interrogation rooms so that the party would not have time to create a fictious story. He visits all of you one at a time asks "What were you doing on that steamboat? Tell me in exacting detail. We got word of protesters. Did you see them and if you did, please describe them."  

OOC: Eirikur glances at the wanted posters. Are there any people he recognizes? 16 Perception, if warranted.

Eirikur, alone in the interrogation room, feels much like a bear in a far too small cage.

"We were at our hotel, actually, and heard an explosion. I believe the inn is called the Pacy, on the Near North Side. My friends and I offer our services out to help people and it seemed that a great deal of people were in need of help." he says calmly. "We rushed over, borrowed a boat, and tried to save as many as we could. I can say with confidence that there are many alive today because of our decision to leave that hotel."

Eirikur pauses and tries to read the man before trying to determine how best to answer the question of protesters.

OOC: Nat 1 on the Insight. I'll assume I couldn't read the officer very well.

"There were too many people there at the docks by the time we got there and the fires... the... the screaming. I-I can't trust what I see sometimes. Sometimes I think I am seeing one thing, or... it will be like I am on some battlefield I had been on years ago... and it will be so real, so real. Modoc and Gaelan will reach me and remind me." Eirikur stops a moment and, feeling like he is perhaps saying too much, waves it away. "Heh. Ghosts of the past and hotel stew that might have used spoiled meat, I think." he chuckles.

"Well officer, it started with some kind of 'splosion. After that it was all fire and screams. My friends and I saw that there boat in flames and we did what any good folk would do. I was fixed on helping the guys on fire so I didn't see much else." Gaelan goes on to give details of their activities on the boat. 

"We were at Pacy, eating our dinner when we heard the explosions, so we went to investigate."  Modoc would describe their interaction with the Verdestone protesters and how they managed to convince them to somewhat help.  And then describe their rescue attempt on the steamboat and finding the creature that turned to ash upon defeat.

Erikur takes a look at the wanted poster and does not notice any familiar names or people. Officer Barnabas has a skeptical look. "Were you part of the Civil War? I have heard some are mentally affected by the horrors seen on the battlefield"