The man near the water's edge winces winces as a man dies, yet again to the ranger's blades, up top in glorious fashion. He kneels slowly and replies to the eladrin, "Fisher. They call me Fisher. I want no trouble." The last man standing on the platform yells out, "Stop!" throwing his scimitar to the side. The weapon clangs to the ground and over the edge to slide down the roof. It's clear he wants no more of the skeletal hand's wrath or the ranger's fury.
Eku looks to each of her companions, checking to make sure no one is too seriously injured before returning her gaze warily to the man near the dock.
As Allister reaches the deck the fighting appears to come to an end. He look at the dead bodies, then at the strane lizard creature covered in blood. He doesn’t sheath his weapons yet and yells „We have one alive up here... make that two. A guy, his pet beast inside surrendered, couple of people are drunk in there. And Sthara, one of your people might be up here. Come up, please.“ To the lizard he says „And who in the Nine Hells are you? I don’t remember your kind among them when I left.“
"All is well by the water," Nenne calls out calmly, keeping her eyes on Fisher. "I've made an acquaintance. Is anyone gravely injured?"
She keeps about fifteen feet of distance from the kneeling sailor. Her mace is now lowered, and one placating hand is out in front of her. "No further trouble is my wish as well. It would be a credit to your sincerity if you would allow me to relieve you of your weapon. Or if you would slowly place your scimitar on the sand away from you."
“Fine, barely sweating.“ He looks at the lizard thinking what to do. „Never mind, we’ll talk later.“ He grabs the remaining pirate, walks behind him with his cutlass pressed into his backbone. „Move, now.“ Allister leads him down the stairs, using him as a shield in case crossbows start firing again.
Allister guides the unnamed man towards the stairwell who is showing no signs of struggle. All seems to have gone well, but the ever vigilant fighter keeps his eyes peeled for other signs of danger. Allister spots movement across the walkway that spans over the water to the higher cliffside at the back of the cave. Four men step out of the nooks back there and one of them directs two men with light crossbows into places behind the walkway's low walls on either side of the straightaway.
A dark man brandishing a greataxe growls as he takes his place beside a mid-sized man wearing a captain's hat. Allister recognizes the captain, Worlo Seafist, immediately, though his face bears a wicked looking x-shaped scar over one eye now. The dark man adjusts his hide armor as he steps into a position blocking the walkway. Worlo's left arm can be seen wrapped in bloody rags as he stands with his hands on the low wall. When he speaks, his voice is loud and gravelly. The cave carries his words all throughout the cavern, "Stop right there. What's to be gained from this carnage and who the hell are all of you?"
Allister stops dead at the sight of his old captain. On the one hand he is thrilled to see his prey and wants to dash ahead to meet him in combat. On the other hand he knows he’s in a vulnerable position, with Voltan and two crossbowmen in his way. „Hello Worlo, you old half-orc son of a *****. How’s your hand? Looks you need some pain relief. I could offer that.“ He looks over his captiv‘s shoulder and waves at Worlo. „Why don’t you leave your pets behind and meet me here for a little friendly killing?“
The lizardman had stowed his weapons after downing the last pirate. One for had surrendered and had been taken into custody by one of the other humans. Vargach wondered if they were keeping him around to serve as a snack at a later point. Unconcerned with what else was happening, he had taken a juicy bite out of the intestines of the first guy he had disemboweled, as the smell proved just too tempting.
When he heard the voice clang across the little cove, he reacted immediately. Lizardfolk did not reason as other intelligent creatures would. There was survival and then there was everything else. Had someone stayed his hand, the ranger might have paused, but for now, all he saw was a threat to his survival. His hands went for his longbow and he did what rangers do best. The bow began singing and spewing arrows. The first arrow struck true, hitting the pirate Allister was escorting square in the back. He was unsure about the second arrow -whether it hit the barricade on the far end of the cove or it’s intended target- but the third arrow appeared to hit the pirate who was holding a crossbow. Vargach then ducked behind the barricade right in front of him, waiting for the bolts to roll in before acting again.
Hearing Allister's mention of one of her own, Sthara rushes inside the tavern, past the drunkards and bounds halfway up the stairs in time to hear the twang of a bowstring.
Watching as Sthara ran off towards Allister, Funderburk took a deep breath in, only to let it out. Focusing on the situation at hand, now that many of the pirates are... gone, he dusts himself off once more and head towards Nenne. "Thank you. You took the blow for me. I will be in your debt until it is my turn to take the blow for you, in however way." Funderburk looked at the pirate, hearing that his name was Fisher. "Alight Fisher. My name is Funderburk, and I have one question for you: Where is Captain Laskilar? And try not my patience, for I have little of it at this moment in time. For if you will not spew your secrets," with that Funderburk slams the but of his staff on the ground, "I will pry them from your mind myself."
After he looked asked Fisher the question, and before Fisher answered, he looked at Nenne. "After this, I will join Allister and Sthara. From there I will try to find... extra coin."
As sounds of renewed violence reach her ears, the eladrin woman grows grim. To Fisher, she warns, "I will maintain this peace with you. Do anything to violate my goodwill, and you shall learn how far my discipline can reach." She nods to Funderburk in an encouraging manner and takes off down the beach (using her action to Dash to W18, top right). The skeletal hand moves 20ft in the direction of Allister.
Down below Fisher quietly tells Nenne, "That'd be the cap'n. You're gonna wanna leave now." As fighting begins anew and Nenne hustles away, he eyes the crossbow on the ground but decides he had better stay where he is though he sort of answers Funderburk, "Laskilar left."
The man in Allister's grasp yelps out in agony as the arrow takes him in the side. The fighter has to work hard to keep him upright as his knees buckle from pain. Two other two arrows from the ranger hone in on the man behind the low wall, both hitting him in the shoulder. Worlo ducks into the central cubby and barks out something to his men, who take full cover behind the walls. Then he yells out, "What in the nine hells is the meaning of this!? Put that damned bow away and speak your mind! There's no reason we can't all walk away from this. I ask again, who the hell are you all?"
Boosey, It's your turn. There's a whole slew of things that happened real fast, but you had a couple rounds before that. I'm not sure what you would have been doing. I just remembered Eku. I think she would be standing guard over Fisher with Nenne and Funderburk.
Funderburk began to narrow his eyes. One hand began to tap on his staff, the other adjusting his cloak. "I did not ask whether he left or stayed. I asked where is he." He leaned forward towards the pirate. "Once more, you can tell me, and we can get through with this; or you don't. And it ends badly."
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The gravely voice above speaking its second set of words after the arrows have flown triggers Sthara to make her ascent up the stairs, pulling the spiritual hammer along with her (Y15).
She runs up the rest of the stairs, dashing past the man there to Allisters side and lays a hand on him and holds another to her neck. Her hands begin to glow and perspire.
"Haste, friend. He speaks safe words, but the situation demands otherwise."
She looks towards the captain and shouts, "We are fingers on the hands of Ubtao. Who are you? Where is your red key? Call your men off so don't have to kill more of you and fend off dogs that come to eat." (Intimidation: 11)
As his prisoner is hit and other arrows start flying Allister turns to the source of the commotion, his eyes wide with disbelief. He pushes the pirate away from him, not giving a shit whether he falls from the walkway or not, and runs to the strange lizard. „Stand down. Stand the f**k down. He‘s mine. MINE!“ With every word his face gets closer to the lizard, as spittle is flying into the lizard‘s face. After a few second he focuses his attention back towards end of the walkway. „WORLO! Show yourself, your worthless life is forfeit. Your men might live, but you are DEAD! Show some honor at least at the end of your life, and someone might put in a good word for you with Kelemvor. But this ends here, you or me!“
Having landed some good hits, the lizardfolk was ducked away in cover trying to assess the situation. He saw and heard a lot of movement, but it appeared to be only the people who had fought alongside him thus far, besides some shouting of offense and walking away from this. There was not a whole lot of thinking akin to the kind a human or elf might be used to in Vargach’s head though and he knew that, in a way it had to be either him or the pirates who lived, as they continued threatening his and his tribe’s hunting grounds. Additionally, prior to the pirates having taken possession of this cove, some clans of his tribe had used it as breeding grounds.
The strange looking human rushing up to him and screaming in his face perplexed the lizardfolk. He instinctively recoiled back a few steps and cowered, raising a hand above his head as if to block an incoming punch. He heard the words and processed something about standing down. By the behavior or the man, he figured it to mean something about not attacking any further. The verbal assault had him considering options for a moment, deliberating whether or not to strike the other or not. Looking around at the havoc wreaked by this guy’s comrades though he quickly decided that facing off against them would not go well for him, so he instead retook his post at the low wall -but not before dragging one of the dead humans to cover with him and beginning to snack on him while making loud smacking noises- waiting for the whole situation to play out.
The ranger’s ears remained perked up and he continued to scan the battlefield as he did not trust the other party. He readied himself, longbow across his lap with an arrow knocked, to attack his opponents at the slightest sign of danger. In the meantime, the sounds of his sharp omnivorous teeth tearing pieces of biceps off of a dead man’s arm spread across the platform.
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The man near the water's edge winces winces as a man dies, yet again to the ranger's blades, up top in glorious fashion. He kneels slowly and replies to the eladrin, "Fisher. They call me Fisher. I want no trouble." The last man standing on the platform yells out, "Stop!" throwing his scimitar to the side. The weapon clangs to the ground and over the edge to slide down the roof. It's clear he wants no more of the skeletal hand's wrath or the ranger's fury.
Eku looks to each of her companions, checking to make sure no one is too seriously injured before returning her gaze warily to the man near the dock.
As Allister reaches the deck the fighting appears to come to an end. He look at the dead bodies, then at the strane lizard creature covered in blood. He doesn’t sheath his weapons yet and yells „We have one alive up here... make that two. A guy, his pet beast inside surrendered, couple of people are drunk in there. And Sthara, one of your people might be up here. Come up, please.“ To the lizard he says „And who in the Nine Hells are you? I don’t remember your kind among them when I left.“
"All is well by the water," Nenne calls out calmly, keeping her eyes on Fisher. "I've made an acquaintance. Is anyone gravely injured?"
She keeps about fifteen feet of distance from the kneeling sailor. Her mace is now lowered, and one placating hand is out in front of her. "No further trouble is my wish as well. It would be a credit to your sincerity if you would allow me to relieve you of your weapon. Or if you would slowly place your scimitar on the sand away from you."
“Fine, barely sweating.“ He looks at the lizard thinking what to do. „Never mind, we’ll talk later.“ He grabs the remaining pirate, walks behind him with his cutlass pressed into his backbone. „Move, now.“ Allister leads him down the stairs, using him as a shield in case crossbows start firing again.
Allister guides the unnamed man towards the stairwell who is showing no signs of struggle. All seems to have gone well, but the ever vigilant fighter keeps his eyes peeled for other signs of danger. Allister spots movement across the walkway that spans over the water to the higher cliffside at the back of the cave. Four men step out of the nooks back there and one of them directs two men with light crossbows into places behind the walkway's low walls on either side of the straightaway.
A dark man brandishing a greataxe growls as he takes his place beside a mid-sized man wearing a captain's hat. Allister recognizes the captain, Worlo Seafist, immediately, though his face bears a wicked looking x-shaped scar over one eye now. The dark man adjusts his hide armor as he steps into a position blocking the walkway. Worlo's left arm can be seen wrapped in bloody rags as he stands with his hands on the low wall. When he speaks, his voice is loud and gravelly. The cave carries his words all throughout the cavern, "Stop right there. What's to be gained from this carnage and who the hell are all of you?"
Allister stops dead at the sight of his old captain. On the one hand he is thrilled to see his prey and wants to dash ahead to meet him in combat. On the other hand he knows he’s in a vulnerable position, with Voltan and two crossbowmen in his way. „Hello Worlo, you old half-orc son of a *****. How’s your hand? Looks you need some pain relief. I could offer that.“ He looks over his captiv‘s shoulder and waves at Worlo. „Why don’t you leave your pets behind and meet me here for a little friendly killing?“
The lizardman had stowed his weapons after downing the last pirate. One for had surrendered and had been taken into custody by one of the other humans. Vargach wondered if they were keeping him around to serve as a snack at a later point. Unconcerned with what else was happening, he had taken a juicy bite out of the intestines of the first guy he had disemboweled, as the smell proved just too tempting.
When he heard the voice clang across the little cove, he reacted immediately. Lizardfolk did not reason as other intelligent creatures would. There was survival and then there was everything else. Had someone stayed his hand, the ranger might have paused, but for now, all he saw was a threat to his survival. His hands went for his longbow and he did what rangers do best. The bow began singing and spewing arrows.
The first arrow struck true, hitting the pirate Allister was escorting square in the back. He was unsure about the second arrow -whether it hit the barricade on the far end of the cove or it’s intended target- but the third arrow appeared to hit the pirate who was holding a crossbow. Vargach then ducked behind the barricade right in front of him, waiting for the bolts to roll in before acting again.
Hearing Allister's mention of one of her own, Sthara rushes inside the tavern, past the drunkards and bounds halfway up the stairs in time to hear the twang of a bowstring.
Watching as Sthara ran off towards Allister, Funderburk took a deep breath in, only to let it out. Focusing on the situation at hand, now that many of the pirates are... gone, he dusts himself off once more and head towards Nenne. "Thank you. You took the blow for me. I will be in your debt until it is my turn to take the blow for you, in however way." Funderburk looked at the pirate, hearing that his name was Fisher. "Alight Fisher. My name is Funderburk, and I have one question for you: Where is Captain Laskilar? And try not my patience, for I have little of it at this moment in time. For if you will not spew your secrets," with that Funderburk slams the but of his staff on the ground, "I will pry them from your mind myself."
After he looked asked Fisher the question, and before Fisher answered, he looked at Nenne. "After this, I will join Allister and Sthara. From there I will try to find... extra coin."
Made you look.
As sounds of renewed violence reach her ears, the eladrin woman grows grim. To Fisher, she warns, "I will maintain this peace with you. Do anything to violate my goodwill, and you shall learn how far my discipline can reach." She nods to Funderburk in an encouraging manner and takes off down the beach (using her action to Dash to W18, top right). The skeletal hand moves 20ft in the direction of Allister.
Down below Fisher quietly tells Nenne, "That'd be the cap'n. You're gonna wanna leave now." As fighting begins anew and Nenne hustles away, he eyes the crossbow on the ground but decides he had better stay where he is though he sort of answers Funderburk, "Laskilar left."
The man in Allister's grasp yelps out in agony as the arrow takes him in the side. The fighter has to work hard to keep him upright as his knees buckle from pain. Two other two arrows from the ranger hone in on the man behind the low wall, both hitting him in the shoulder. Worlo ducks into the central cubby and barks out something to his men, who take full cover behind the walls. Then he yells out, "What in the nine hells is the meaning of this!? Put that damned bow away and speak your mind! There's no reason we can't all walk away from this. I ask again, who the hell are you all?"
Funderburk began to narrow his eyes. One hand began to tap on his staff, the other adjusting his cloak. "I did not ask whether he left or stayed. I asked where is he." He leaned forward towards the pirate. "Once more, you can tell me, and we can get through with this; or you don't. And it ends badly."
Made you look.
The gravely voice above speaking its second set of words after the arrows have flown triggers Sthara to make her ascent up the stairs, pulling the spiritual hammer along with her (Y15).
She runs up the rest of the stairs, dashing past the man there to Allisters side and lays a hand on him and holds another to her neck. Her hands begin to glow and perspire.
"Haste, friend. He speaks safe words, but the situation demands otherwise."
She looks towards the captain and shouts, "We are fingers on the hands of Ubtao. Who are you? Where is your red key? Call your men off so don't have to kill more of you and fend off dogs that come to eat." (Intimidation: 11)
Worlo yells out, "It's you that are on the offensive here!" as the man with the greataxe seeks his own cover behind the low wall.
Ooc: am I able to move to a position where I’m able to see Worlo and the crossbow men. if it involves dashing a couple of rounds then that’s fine.
Do you mean up top? You could get there, but that'd be it. Dashing and such.
Ooc: I’m good with that! Edit: as a bonus action can I give Allister some bardic inspiration 1d8
As his prisoner is hit and other arrows start flying Allister turns to the source of the commotion, his eyes wide with disbelief. He pushes the pirate away from him, not giving a shit whether he falls from the walkway or not, and runs to the strange lizard. „Stand down. Stand the f**k down. He‘s mine. MINE!“ With every word his face gets closer to the lizard, as spittle is flying into the lizard‘s face. After a few second he focuses his attention back towards end of the walkway. „WORLO! Show yourself, your worthless life is forfeit. Your men might live, but you are DEAD! Show some honor at least at the end of your life, and someone might put in a good word for you with Kelemvor. But this ends here, you or me!“
Having landed some good hits, the lizardfolk was ducked away in cover trying to assess the situation. He saw and heard a lot of movement, but it appeared to be only the people who had fought alongside him thus far, besides some shouting of offense and walking away from this. There was not a whole lot of thinking akin to the kind a human or elf might be used to in Vargach’s head though and he knew that, in a way it had to be either him or the pirates who lived, as they continued threatening his and his tribe’s hunting grounds. Additionally, prior to the pirates having taken possession of this cove, some clans of his tribe had used it as breeding grounds.
The strange looking human rushing up to him and screaming in his face perplexed the lizardfolk. He instinctively recoiled back a few steps and cowered, raising a hand above his head as if to block an incoming punch. He heard the words and processed something about standing down. By the behavior or the man, he figured it to mean something about not attacking any further. The verbal assault had him considering options for a moment, deliberating whether or not to strike the other or not. Looking around at the havoc wreaked by this guy’s comrades though he quickly decided that facing off against them would not go well for him, so he instead retook his post at the low wall -but not before dragging one of the dead humans to cover with him and beginning to snack on him while making loud smacking noises- waiting for the whole situation to play out.
The ranger’s ears remained perked up and he continued to scan the battlefield as he did not trust the other party. He readied himself, longbow across his lap with an arrow knocked, to attack his opponents at the slightest sign of danger. In the meantime, the sounds of his sharp omnivorous teeth tearing pieces of biceps off of a dead man’s arm spread across the platform.