Respar hesitates only a moment, still wondering if this is an elaborate illusion, but decides he has come this far. He climbs a few more feet, then draws his rapier and attempts to stab whatever the snow void is revealing...
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Eya hears Kiven yell to Jesla about something off in the distance, but she is determined to hit this invisible *******. So she lets him go about his business then loads her crossbow and fires again. She glares impatiently at literally nothing.
The hound growls in annoyance then goes for another bite at the elemental.
Jesla laughs as the creature is felled. Her laugh is interrupted by Kiven yelling about changing the ships course to avoid something. Knowing that he is scrawny and unlikely to be able to manage the tiller by himself, she moves rapidly to join him. After asking which way they needed to turn the ship she joins in trying to wrench the tiller in time to save the ship possibly. Once again she laughs as the excitement of the moment is intoxicating.
Eya misses again, and Respar's blade only bites air. "Yehehe! That one almost tickled! Time for me to go I think, but first, I think you need to cool off!" The rogue's world goes white briefly as a plume of super chilled air hits him from above. Fortunately, he manages to both shield himself from the worst of it and keep his grip on the mast. The creature speaking is finally revealed. Like the elementals, its body appears made of ice, but the shape is quite different, it is considerably smaller, gaunt, and rather imp like.
The creature starts flying away, Respar tries to slice it out of the sky, but misses. It calls out, "I'll see you again soon enough, you're doomed already! Haha!"
At the rear of the boat, Grumblejack and the hellhound finish off the last of the elementals. Jesla and Kiven work together on the tiller, but it seems to be stuck. No, that's not right, it seems like something is pushing back in the other direction... Either way, the ship remains on a collision course in spite of their efforts.
Jesla curses as the tiller won't budge. " Damn it....Something is fighting us over this. " She glances over her shoulder and sees the icy creature fall. " Grumblejack, help. I need your help or the ship might sink. " She looks at Kiven and says," Good job on noticing this. We need more brute force though. " Jesla will tell the ogre which way they need to turn the wheel if he comes to help her. She turns the tiller with all she has in her.
"Don't force it too much, something is resisting! Turning either direction will do it!" At that Kiven rushes to the stern of the boat and looks over into the water at where the rudder should be to see if anything is physically pushing back or if there is a magical aura present.
Kiven looks over the stern to see a massive ice elemental the size of Grumblejack holding the rudder in place. He calls out for assistance and fires two more arrows. "Another elemental, holding the rudder! Devil woman, we need your fire!"
Eya hears Kiven call for help regarding their unwanted passenger. She runs as fast as she can next to him and peers over the stern to see what's going on. As she runs past, she calls out to the hound and says, "Figarin, am buta tokor."
The hounds rushes past Jesla and peers it's head over the edge. It inhales deeply, and unleashes a buffet of flame.
Run x4 action for Eya to come up beside Kiven at Y7.
She tells the Hell Hound to incinerate the creature but careful to not hit the boat. The creature will need to make a DC 14 Reflex save though it is still holding the boat so...
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Respar curses as the ice creature flits away. He momentarily considers switching to his bow, but considering his position and the weather, decides he has already pushed his luck. Despite their being thin he is grateful for his gloves as he slides down the rope to the deck.
The rudder groans as Jesla shoves, and even more when both Grumblejack and the captain add their strength to it, but it is the elemental that gives way. The rudder shifts, and the boat begins to turn away from the looming iceberg.
An all too familiar and rather shrill voice is heard, "Stop that! You're ruining everything!" The Ice mephit, on seeing your success, turned and is now hovering over those at the rudder, a moment later, he breathes a plume of frosty air over you all.
All PCs (including the hound) save for Respar need to make a DC 13 reflex save vs 7 cold damage and the sickened effect for three rounds. A success halves the damage and negates sickened. (Sickened imposes a -2 penalty on all d20 rolls)
Eya runs up next to Kiven and witnesses the ice elemental gripping the rudder for the first time. She grits her teeth in frustration. But before she's able to say anything, she's blasted by a cool breeze that wafts over her from above.
She glares at the mephit with an unamused expression.
Then, she snaps back to the elemental situation. Using her tail, she reaches into her bag and grabs a bottle. Eya opens the bottle and rubs her hands with a green, viscous substance that pours from it as she mutters some arcane words. The substance disappears as the words are muttered and the ice elemental is covered with a slick layer of green grease. She smirks, "Good luck holding on now, Frosty the *******."
Eya is casting Grease using a bottle of Alchemical Grease as an alchemical power component. This consumes the bottle. With her Conjuration Spell Focus, that makes the Reflex save DC 18.
The hell hound will get in position to attack the Mephit with it's bite if it happens to drop from the air for whatever reason. Daishain, feel free to move it wherever it makes since for it to be able to bite the mephit.
Kiven ducks as the ice mephit returns and breaths cold on everyone, managing to avoid some of the effects. As he stands again and slings his bow over his shoulder he mutters something sarcastic about "this should be fun" and then speaks some sort of arcane trigger in Elven. A red glow permeates the leather on The Prince's left arm, as does the potent smell of burning flesh. Kiven winces and grabs his outstretched forearm with his right hand as as a cone of bright colors erupts from his left, engulfing the one who seems to enjoy taunting the party so much. Through gritted teeth he calls out "Tigress, Grumblejack, catch him!" hoping his target does not simply fall into the water. He'd rather watch these savages tear the creature to shreds on the deck, or simply flatten it as may be the case with their ogre companion.
The mephit emits a squawk as it is enveloped in shifting rays of color from Kiven's hand. It fall out of the air, unconscious. Eya's hellhound catches it in its jaws and bites down before flinging it off to the side where it crumples like a broken puppet.
The big elemental at the stern punches at the join of the rudder, apparently having decided to break the mechanism if it can't control it. But before it can get a second hit in, it turns slippery, and loses its hold.
It glides through the water back to the stern, but its hands slip again trying to get purchase. It seems to give up after that, watching the ship move off, turning away from the iceberg.
Kiven grins as his spell takes hold and someone, or something, assists by catching their prey. "Tie it up. It poses little threat now, unless it breaths on you again, that is." The elf has stopped wincing and pulls the vambrace off of his left arm, then rolls up his sleeve. Another small waft of burning flesh is released but Kiven finds no visible wounds to his skin nor lingering pain where his spell emanated from. He grins and nods in approval of this new type of magic. The Prince is not fond of pain, but his appreciation of arcane magics and power in general trumps that concern.
Eya nods, seemingly satisfied with the effect the grease had on the elemental. Her satisfaction turns to elation as she sees her hound toss the mephit like a rag-doll. She turns to Kiven and Jesla with a wide, toothy grin, "I told him he'd be dogfood, the little shithead. Let's tie him up, I want the first thing he sees to be my grinning face."
Eya assists with tying the mephit up. She has the hell hound loom over it's tiny body in an intimidating fashion, bearing it's teeth and growling. Once everything is ready, she gets in real close and taps the mephit on the face with two fingers, "Rise and shine, snowflake."
Odenkirk's crew are more than a little frazzled by the attack, but gather back together and assess the damage. The downed crewman, a fairly quiet man by the name of Gells, is dead where he fell. The captain orders him wrapped up in a bit of sailcloth for the moment as people get back to other things.
Most of the ship is intact, but the rudder took some damage. A splint for the worst of it is quickly assembled and applied, and Odenkirk declares it good enough to hold until the ship reaches a safe port. Soon enough, the Frosthamar is once again on its way, leaving the iceberg far behind.
The crew gives Eya and her hound a wide berth as they go about their business. The mephit stirs, and tries to blink its eyes clear. Looking up at Eya and the hound, he simply says, "Well shit..."
"Now listen here you little shit, you have the next few seconds to explain to me exactly why you did this before I feed you to this hound. So tell me your name, who sent you, and why," Eya demands of the mephit.
In about three seconds flat, the creature blurts out, "Kiliketz, the Ice Queen, I don't know I think it was a random whim."
He goes on to to quickly explain in very nervous tones, "At least she calls herself the Ice Queen, I never caught her name if she has another one. I bet there are a lot of so called Ice Queens out there. She looks like the spirit of a bound mortal. I think she's a *****, but its hard to find good bosses, y'know? Anyways, she just told me to crash the next ship that came by onto her iceberg. Hoo boy did I pick the wrong target. No hard feelings right? I mean I guess I can understand hard feelings, but I was just acting under orders, and its not like you guys would've really died, your kind have those weird backup selves, souls or whatever you call them. Please don't hurt me anymore."
Jesla looks in shock as Kiven causes the strange creature to fall. She looks to say something but shuts her mouth. Seeing that the situation is in hand she stays back by the tiller to listen to the interrogation.
There is a pause as Eya glares into the mephit's soul.
"You have two options, snowflake. Option one, work for me and do whatever I tell you. I can be kind if you are obedient. Or option two, turn into burnt dog food after I torture you for a while."
Respar hesitates only a moment, still wondering if this is an elaborate illusion, but decides he has come this far. He climbs a few more feet, then draws his rapier and attempts to stab whatever the snow void is revealing...
50-50 on a d4 4
Attack 15
Damage 7
Second attack 10
Reflex 25
Eya hears Kiven yell to Jesla about something off in the distance, but she is determined to hit this invisible *******. So she lets him go about his business then loads her crossbow and fires again. She glares impatiently at literally nothing.
The hound growls in annoyance then goes for another bite at the elemental.
Concealment: 1
Eya Attack: 16
Eya Damage: 8
Hound Attack /w Flanking: 27
Hound Damages: 8 piercing, 2 fire
Jesla laughs as the creature is felled. Her laugh is interrupted by Kiven yelling about changing the ships course to avoid something. Knowing that he is scrawny and unlikely to be able to manage the tiller by himself, she moves rapidly to join him. After asking which way they needed to turn the ship she joins in trying to wrench the tiller in time to save the ship possibly. Once again she laughs as the excitement of the moment is intoxicating.
Strength check: @Kyrroeth game_die
Result: 1d20 (10) + 4
Total: 14
She moves to Z9 to help Kiven.
Eya misses again, and Respar's blade only bites air. "Yehehe! That one almost tickled! Time for me to go I think, but first, I think you need to cool off!" The rogue's world goes white briefly as a plume of super chilled air hits him from above. Fortunately, he manages to both shield himself from the worst of it and keep his grip on the mast. The creature speaking is finally revealed. Like the elementals, its body appears made of ice, but the shape is quite different, it is considerably smaller, gaunt, and rather imp like.
The creature starts flying away, Respar tries to slice it out of the sky, but misses. It calls out, "I'll see you again soon enough, you're doomed already! Haha!"
At the rear of the boat, Grumblejack and the hellhound finish off the last of the elementals. Jesla and Kiven work together on the tiller, but it seems to be stuck. No, that's not right, it seems like something is pushing back in the other direction... Either way, the ship remains on a collision course in spite of their efforts.
Respar takes 3 cold damage
Jesla curses as the tiller won't budge. " Damn it....Something is fighting us over this. " She glances over her shoulder and sees the icy creature fall. " Grumblejack, help. I need your help or the ship might sink. " She looks at Kiven and says," Good job on noticing this. We need more brute force though. " Jesla will tell the ogre which way they need to turn the wheel if he comes to help her. She turns the tiller with all she has in her.
Strength check: @Kyrroeth game_die
Result: 1d20 (20) + 4
Total: 24
Critical Hit!
"Don't force it too much, something is resisting! Turning either direction will do it!" At that Kiven rushes to the stern of the boat and looks over into the water at where the rudder should be to see if anything is physically pushing back or if there is a magical aura present.
Kiven looks over the stern to see a massive ice elemental the size of Grumblejack holding the rudder in place. He calls out for assistance and fires two more arrows. "Another elemental, holding the rudder! Devil woman, we need your fire!"
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4
8
6
Eya hears Kiven call for help regarding their unwanted passenger. She runs as fast as she can next to him and peers over the stern to see what's going on. As she runs past, she calls out to the hound and says, "Figarin, am buta tokor."
The hounds rushes past Jesla and peers it's head over the edge. It inhales deeply, and unleashes a buffet of flame.
Run x4 action for Eya to come up beside Kiven at Y7.
She tells the Hell Hound to incinerate the creature but careful to not hit the boat. The creature will need to make a DC 14 Reflex save though it is still holding the boat so...
Hound Breath Weapon: 2 fire damage
Respar curses as the ice creature flits away. He momentarily considers switching to his bow, but considering his position and the weather, decides he has already pushed his luck. Despite their being thin he is grateful for his gloves as he slides down the rope to the deck.
Climb down 17
The rudder groans as Jesla shoves, and even more when both Grumblejack and the captain add their strength to it, but it is the elemental that gives way. The rudder shifts, and the boat begins to turn away from the looming iceberg.
An all too familiar and rather shrill voice is heard, "Stop that! You're ruining everything!" The Ice mephit, on seeing your success, turned and is now hovering over those at the rudder, a moment later, he breathes a plume of frosty air over you all.
All PCs (including the hound) save for Respar need to make a DC 13 reflex save vs 7 cold damage and the sickened effect for three rounds. A success halves the damage and negates sickened. (Sickened imposes a -2 penalty on all d20 rolls)
Eya runs up next to Kiven and witnesses the ice elemental gripping the rudder for the first time. She grits her teeth in frustration. But before she's able to say anything, she's blasted by a cool breeze that wafts over her from above.
She glares at the mephit with an unamused expression.
Then, she snaps back to the elemental situation. Using her tail, she reaches into her bag and grabs a bottle. Eya opens the bottle and rubs her hands with a green, viscous substance that pours from it as she mutters some arcane words. The substance disappears as the words are muttered and the ice elemental is covered with a slick layer of green grease. She smirks, "Good luck holding on now, Frosty the *******."
Eya Reflex: 23
Hound Reflex: 16
Hound Breath Weapon Recharge: 5 rounds
Eya is casting Grease using a bottle of Alchemical Grease as an alchemical power component. This consumes the bottle. With her Conjuration Spell Focus, that makes the Reflex save DC 18.
The hell hound will get in position to attack the Mephit with it's bite if it happens to drop from the air for whatever reason. Daishain, feel free to move it wherever it makes since for it to be able to bite the mephit.
Hell Hound Attack: 18
Hell Hound Damages: 6 piercing, 3 fire
Kiven ducks as the ice mephit returns and breaths cold on everyone, managing to avoid some of the effects. As he stands again and slings his bow over his shoulder he mutters something sarcastic about "this should be fun" and then speaks some sort of arcane trigger in Elven. A red glow permeates the leather on The Prince's left arm, as does the potent smell of burning flesh. Kiven winces and grabs his outstretched forearm with his right hand as as a cone of bright colors erupts from his left, engulfing the one who seems to enjoy taunting the party so much. Through gritted teeth he calls out "Tigress, Grumblejack, catch him!" hoping his target does not simply fall into the water. He'd rather watch these savages tear the creature to shreds on the deck, or simply flatten it as may be the case with their ogre companion.
Saved against the cold in Discord, thus 4 damage.
DC15 Will vs Color Spray
The mephit emits a squawk as it is enveloped in shifting rays of color from Kiven's hand. It fall out of the air, unconscious. Eya's hellhound catches it in its jaws and bites down before flinging it off to the side where it crumples like a broken puppet.
The big elemental at the stern punches at the join of the rudder, apparently having decided to break the mechanism if it can't control it. But before it can get a second hit in, it turns slippery, and loses its hold.
It glides through the water back to the stern, but its hands slip again trying to get purchase. It seems to give up after that, watching the ship move off, turning away from the iceberg.
Kiven grins as his spell takes hold and someone, or something, assists by catching their prey. "Tie it up. It poses little threat now, unless it breaths on you again, that is." The elf has stopped wincing and pulls the vambrace off of his left arm, then rolls up his sleeve. Another small waft of burning flesh is released but Kiven finds no visible wounds to his skin nor lingering pain where his spell emanated from. He grins and nods in approval of this new type of magic. The Prince is not fond of pain, but his appreciation of arcane magics and power in general trumps that concern.
Eya nods, seemingly satisfied with the effect the grease had on the elemental. Her satisfaction turns to elation as she sees her hound toss the mephit like a rag-doll. She turns to Kiven and Jesla with a wide, toothy grin, "I told him he'd be dogfood, the little shithead. Let's tie him up, I want the first thing he sees to be my grinning face."
Eya assists with tying the mephit up. She has the hell hound loom over it's tiny body in an intimidating fashion, bearing it's teeth and growling. Once everything is ready, she gets in real close and taps the mephit on the face with two fingers, "Rise and shine, snowflake."
Odenkirk's crew are more than a little frazzled by the attack, but gather back together and assess the damage. The downed crewman, a fairly quiet man by the name of Gells, is dead where he fell. The captain orders him wrapped up in a bit of sailcloth for the moment as people get back to other things.
Most of the ship is intact, but the rudder took some damage. A splint for the worst of it is quickly assembled and applied, and Odenkirk declares it good enough to hold until the ship reaches a safe port. Soon enough, the Frosthamar is once again on its way, leaving the iceberg far behind.
The crew gives Eya and her hound a wide berth as they go about their business. The mephit stirs, and tries to blink its eyes clear. Looking up at Eya and the hound, he simply says, "Well shit..."
"Now listen here you little shit, you have the next few seconds to explain to me exactly why you did this before I feed you to this hound. So tell me your name, who sent you, and why," Eya demands of the mephit.
In about three seconds flat, the creature blurts out, "Kiliketz, the Ice Queen, I don't know I think it was a random whim."
He goes on to to quickly explain in very nervous tones, "At least she calls herself the Ice Queen, I never caught her name if she has another one. I bet there are a lot of so called Ice Queens out there. She looks like the spirit of a bound mortal. I think she's a *****, but its hard to find good bosses, y'know? Anyways, she just told me to crash the next ship that came by onto her iceberg. Hoo boy did I pick the wrong target. No hard feelings right? I mean I guess I can understand hard feelings, but I was just acting under orders, and its not like you guys would've really died, your kind have those weird backup selves, souls or whatever you call them. Please don't hurt me anymore."
Jesla looks in shock as Kiven causes the strange creature to fall. She looks to say something but shuts her mouth. Seeing that the situation is in hand she stays back by the tiller to listen to the interrogation.
There is a pause as Eya glares into the mephit's soul.
"You have two options, snowflake. Option one, work for me and do whatever I tell you. I can be kind if you are obedient. Or option two, turn into burnt dog food after I torture you for a while."