Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

Aryn will motion Calypso northwest seeing the southern part of the fleet well disrupted by her brother and Mucor.  

Gaelin will tell Valeera to move her wave to face west and start at the two ships north of their location and he'll throw another fireball at the southernmost ship.  (basically I want the wave to push the front two ships into the back to if possible.)

Fireball (4th)     39

Jinara will drag the piece of iron across the water to the next closest ship in a direction that will smash into as many masts as possible. His bonus action will be to convert 1st level slot for SP.

DoomTail will shift over to another ship nearby and release his 2nd bundle on that ship. His hasted action will be to Dodge.

The southern trench begins to fill bringing up only large chunks of floating wreckage as Mucor moves north and creates a new trench beneath the two northernmost ironclads.  The front ironclad strains to climb the steep wall of water and it's heavy bow pierces the wall sending a flood of water over the deck that snaps the front mast.  The second ironclad's bow immediately dips as it teeters over the edge of the trench and sends the vessel head first to its doom as it slides down the wall of water and slams through the shallow bottom of the trench embedding itself in the ocean floor.  The hull of the ship buckles under its own weight and collapses into the water in three massive chunks.  Doomtail maneuvers over a second ship and wriggles another bundle loose onto an approaching ship.  The deck and masts erupt into flame as the contents of the bundle ignite sending flaming oil everywhere.  Jinara moves the large piece of iron and wood to the southwest smashing it into the side of a ship so hard it skids into a sister vessel.  The iron and wood bend and pieces break off from the strain as both masts of each ship are toppled over.  Slightly east Treebeard runs and leaps onto the bow of the last remaining ironclad.  The upper deck of the bow snaps from the impact and extraneous weight of the treant.  Treebeard grabs hold of a mast support and breaks it off swinging it like a club and shatters the hull on the southern end of the bow.  Water rushes into the open wound and the ship immediately begins to list and slow.

JInara make a strength check using your spell casting modifier to see if you can dislodge the hunk of material from the fallen tangle of masts and sails.

To the south, Gaelin releases a fireball that arcs across the ocean and detonates between the damaged masts, splintering the weakened wood.  The masts topple down onto the deck and crush 9  unfortunate orcs and goblins.  The doomed vessel burns as it floats helplessly towards the fleet already slowing.  Valeera moves north and adjusts the location of her wave summoning it infront of the two ships leading the charge from the center of the fleet.  The wave catches them both and sends them backwards into their rapidly advancing second line.  One ship capsizes as the wave carries them into two others dashing the vessels together dooming all four.  As the fleet advances, two more ships from the south are caught in Mucor's wave and sent helplessly into the floating wreckage and each other.  The rest of the fleet moves forward defiantly hoping to just reach the front lines so that at least one can wreak havoc on the city.  Aryn, Torq and the weretwins make adjustments to their path and continue towards the encroaching fleet.

(With all the ironclads gone, the closest line of the fleet will reach the front in 3 turns.  Aryn and Torq will reach the front in 2 turns.   Geez! Nice creative strategy on this one guys!  Y'all are taking it to em.)

Lightbringers!

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The mangled chunk of iron and wood bursts out from the web of fabric and wood and lifts into the air as Jinara maintains his grasp on it.

Mucor would point his staff back towards the wave of water to his south and with a shake of his large horned head, cause the water to settle as a large group of waves arise to the northeast of his new trench, pushing the nearby ship into the open watery grave 

Aryn will continue NW towards the remaining ships.

Torq will ride along with Aryn watching the battle unfold in front of them.

Gaelin will tell Valeera to move the wave north and slightly east to catch the two undamaged ships north of them in it's wake.  Then he'll look to the south and throw another 4th level fireball down towards the damaged ship's masts.

Fireball:    30

(Welp... that went sideways quickly for me.  Freaking dice rolls are making you guys gods.)

A ball of flame explodes to the south from Gaelin's hand and the masts of a burning ship tumble onto the deck.  Valeera, following Gaelin's instruction summons a wave to the north that immediately capsizes both undamaged ships and carries them along with the two destroyed ships into two other ships.  The six ships collide in a horrible wrenching and breaking series of thuds, cracks and crashes.  To the east Juliana and Alexandria each make their way towards their target, Julinana heading southwest while Alexandria northwest.  They each release a bundle that falls and impacts the deck of the ships below them erupting into a spray of firery oil that sticks and burns everything within 30 feet.  Jinara moves his heap of a bow and drops it unceremoniously onto the center of a ship.  The hull buckles and a jet of water shoots up through the deck as the heavy pseudo projectile punctures clean through the ship.  Further north Mucor summons a wave that carries the new lead ship into the trench.  The helpless vessel cascades over the wall and flips over onto its side before impacting the water below scattering the ship into bits. 

Aryn and Torq watch as a volley of projectiles arc over their heads towards the final 5 ships that remain.  Three ships are immediately sunk as large stones pierce through multiple decks before entering the ocean through the bottom of the ship.  The two remaining ships evade the bombardment but are quickly chased down and dispatched.  Aryn and Torq ensure the destruction of each ship dropping bundles on some of the less damaged but motionless ships causing them to become large flaming pyres that send columns of smoke into the air.  You all circle around the fleet for the next 5 mintues as the Esterlin fleet begins to move towards you to inspect the damage and aid in the mutual destruction of the drekthar fleet.  Cheers and battle cries of joy fill the air as you make your way back to the tower.  

(End of Combat.  No point in prolonging a fight when the last two turns wiped out over half the dang fleet.  Nice work all of you!  Even Aryn and Torq...  ;)    )

You dismount and are lead to the castle where you are greeted by dozens of soldiers, General Keldrosh and City Prefect, Daestra who wait at the back of the great hall.  "Well done heroes!"  Daestra cries out as you enter the large great hall of the castle.  Her voice echoes along the walls and a general cheer from the soldiers erupts into the air.  You make your way through across the great hall meeting Daestra and the general 3/4 of the way. "Impressive coordination.  I hope we didn't ruffle too many feathers with our volleys." Keldrosh says in a deep raspy voice before Daestra brushes past the tall dragonborn and says,  "We're making arrangements for a parade in your honor.  I hope you will be able to stay long enough for us to give proper thanks."  Keldrosh sighs and clears his throat.  "The heroes probably need a bit of a rest prefect.  Especially after a battle like that.  How about we let them take their leave and we can discuss business at a later time." Daestra takes a good look at your group and realizes that you are all covered in black soot, blood, salt and smell of smoke and death.  She smiles politely and says as she wrinkles her nose a bit when Mucor goes in for a hug.  "Yes, I think a bit of rest and perhaps a bath are in store.  Please, if you'll allow me, we have some of the best bathhouses in all of Eraas.  One of my assistants will accompany you back to your quarters and you can inform her of what you'd like and we'll make the necessary arrangements.        

Lightbringers, the victory, fame and city are yours.

(You better believe Aryn dropped as many crates as she could on all those ships.)

Aryn kept to yourself most of the time, but with the cheering and celebration she decided to let her guard down, just a bit to show a slight smile.  She was thankful the general offered them an out to escape the crowed hall.  Despite the attention and praise they were getting Aryn really just wanted a nap.  The bathhouse sounded nice as well.  "Thank you for your hospitality.  We will make good use of your many amenities." She replies bowing and shaking the prefect's hand.  She gives a small nod to the general and will head back to the tower to go to her quarters.  On the way she'll say telepathically to the group, "Well that went better than expected.  Nice work with the spells Valeera and boys."

After taking off most of her gear she'll inquire which bathhouse is the best and make plans to head towards one for a short rest.

Mucor would allow a smile to spread across his face as they were thanked and cheered for their deeds. As sut and spores fell from his fur like a black snow, he'd make his way through the hall. "I suppose for your benefit, It would be good if I were to cleanup." The minotaur would say with a snort. "A parade does sound nice." He would add as he made his way towards the bath house as well. "Thank you Aryn. I have a bit of a headache from holding my concentration on two spells like that for such a long time.. but it will pass" He would say with a nod even though the person he was replying to could not see it.

"Thank you Daestra and you as well general Keldrosh.  We will take some time to rest and look forward to the celebration.  Let the celebration be for the city rather than us though.  Were it not for your help the fleet still would have reached your defenses and could have killed many.  It was a joint effort and you all deserve just as much credit for the victory."  Gaelin says eloquently before bowing and heading off to find Valeera before heading to the bathhouse with her and the others.  He'll ask Daestra's assistant, "Do they have private rooms or is it more of a communal bath?"

Decption/Persuasion?: (some mod)     18

Whatever I said it was epic.

(LOL, now they throw us two parades! Way to go! One for the victory and the second for our super amazingly powerful humility)

As we start walking back, Jinara will ask Daestra quietly "Pardon me Prefect, but I need your assistance. I am amidst important research by at our castle and need to ensure this continues while we are away. If there is a way I can continue that work here in Esterlin as if I was back there, I would be very interested."

(Nice Gaelin!)

Torq will salute the general when they reach them and extend his hand to Daestra.  "Sir, thank you for the honor.  I agree with my companions.  This was a group victory and should be celebrated as such. "  He'll take his leave with the others escorted by Alexandria and Juliana.  He'll ensure they are included in the spa treatment and make his way to the bathhouse.

"Agreed.  That could've been a lot worse for us and the Esterlin fleet. So we all heading to the (insert name of bathhouse)?"  he says telepathically. 

"Excellent work Alexandria and Juliana.  Perfect placement of your bundles.  I think you've quickly become quite adept at riding griffons." he says to the weretwins as they walk back to their quarters.

(OOC: So we going to have a star ship troopers style bath scene?)

Gaelin- Daestra and general Keldrosh are awestruck and inspired by Gaelin's words.  So much so that a tear forms on Daestra's cheek.  "Thank you for that.  It's been so long since the city was not under siege. It just feels so good to finally be safe again. "  Keldrosh coughs trying not to let his emotions show and he says, "We've lost too many good soldiers not to dedicate this celebration to their memory.  Thank you for reminding us of that."  and for the first time that any of you has seen or heard of, General Keldrosh stands at attention and salutes Gaelin, a civilian.  

 Jinara-Daestra, leans over to Jinara and replies, "I'm unaware of anything outside of teleportation that could aid in this endeavor of yours.  Perhaps one of the mages in the tower would know or be able to assist."  You get the sense that while she is an arcane user she is more of a diplomat and may even be below your level of ability.

Gaelin & Aryn-The assistant informs you that "Tranquil Waters is the highest regarded bathhouse in Esterlin and offers many amenities such as, multiple private rooms, some large enough for groups up to 12, aroma therapy, hot stone massages as well as full service care workers should you require aid in bathing. "   The assistant blushes slightly as she says this to Gaelin and continues, "I'm sure I can arrange to book the entire establishment for the Lightbringers and saviors of Esterlin so you can have some privacy from the rest of the city until the parade.  Gather whatever you need and I'll have a few carriages prepared for you in a few minutes to take you there."

Torq-Alexandria and Juliana, slightly caught up in the fanfare smile and blush as Torq praises them.  They flank him on either side and interlock their inner arm with his as he escorts them through the great hall.  (if you wanna chance it you can roll a persuasion check with advantage for the thrill of victory)

@Everyone-(You will have the entire complex to yourselves so the choice of what happens is mostly up to you.  There are two large baths capable of holding 12 people comfortably, one huge communal bath for the regulars and 4 private baths that can comfortably house 4 people. There are also 2 large rooms with 4 tables for massages and 4 smaller rooms with individual tables.)

"Might as well all start in one bath together to get the majority of the grime and blood off then move to another room for some cleaner water."  Aryn says telepathically to the group while packing her things in her quarters.  She was used to being naked in front of others from her time as a spy.  While reserved emotionally her body was nothing more than a hunk of flesh that she would use in whatever way best suited her needs.  She'd make her way down to the carriage after packing all her belongings in her bag of holding, minus the normal clothes she wore under her armor and her belt of daggers.   When she made it to the carriages she'd say, "ready when y'all are" telepathically to the group.