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“A shame, a shame indeed. Well then, me and my compatriots will just mosy our way off the ship, if you could show us to the nearest port, we could compensate you, royally.” Sam says, still keeping up his calm, businesslike facade.
persuasion: 25
he then shoots a grin towards his surrounding allies
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Kotch catches himself from tumbling over from the initial attack made by the fleet. "What luck the lot of us seem to have." He remarks sarcastically as he wipes some of the dragonborns entrails from his jacket, he then looks to the approaching fleet. Looking for any identifiable signs to tell him who is now attacking the ship.
Perception: 11
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
"Well, everyone, judging from our captors, this is likely a chromatic ship. I confess to feeling very little loyalty to whoever tattooed our arms and locked us up. I'm with the tabaxi; we can run up a white flag and try to parlay." Sariel nods to Sam. "Some of us seem particularly adept at making new friends."
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Sariel Val'Thaerys (High Elf Wizard), Steam and Sky
“I can illusion it.” Sam offers, an illusory white sheet appearing in his hand via the effects of the cantrip minor illusion.
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she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
How far away are the ships? If they’re within 20 ft, I’ll fly over there and see what their crews look like. If they’re further away, he will begun flying there.
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Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Mislynn looks around the vessel, assessing the capabilities of the ship. What type of ship is it? Is it fast, or strong? Could it outrun the incoming fleet?
How far away are the ships? If they’re within 20 ft, I’ll fly over there and see what their crews look like. If they’re further away, he will begun flying there.
„I don’t know anything about ship combat, but I fearr they have numberrs on theirr side. Unless someone with experrtise in that field thinks we stand a chance, I suggest that we get that flag up therre fast.“
As Sam reaches the pinnacle of the main mast to 'hang' the illusory flag, Sariel will reach into her component pouch for a small strip of white-silver metal. She bends the thin sheet of phosphorous into a loop with her fingers, and snaps her fingers, striking the metal on metal and softly saying "Galad". Four bright globes of white light leap out from the magically-infused phosphorous. She hurriedly stuffs the strip back in her pouch and gestures up towards the mast.
The four white lights whip through the air and begin to pulse and circle around Sam and the white flag at the top.
"Hopefully, that draws their attention to Sam's flag. If we're not going to run, we're probably not going to fight them off either, are we?" Sariel limps over to the base of the main mast, looking for a steady place to brace herself. She's starting to feel a bit gross from the rocking of the sea, and whatever sea legs she developed on the voyage earlier have just been rudely broken.
“Oh, he is no longer on the ship, he told me nothing about were he teleported”
“A shame, a shame indeed. Well then, me and my compatriots will just mosy our way off the ship, if you could show us to the nearest port, we could compensate you, royally.” Sam says, still keeping up his calm, businesslike facade.
persuasion: 25
he then shoots a grin towards his surrounding allies
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
“Yeah alright th——“
the dragon born is cut short by a cannon ball and is now a pile of red blood.
a barrage of cannon balls hit the ship, causing it to rock back and forth, you seem to be under attack from not just a ship, but a fleet
Mislynn squints at the advancing fleet. Can she spot the ship’s name or a symbol to indicate where it’s from?
perception: 20
„Well, this day is going frrom bad to worse.“ Alley comments sardonically.
“You rrecon they will not shoot us to smitherrines when we surrender orr something?“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Kotch catches himself from tumbling over from the initial attack made by the fleet. "What luck the lot of us seem to have." He remarks sarcastically as he wipes some of the dragonborns entrails from his jacket, he then looks to the approaching fleet. Looking for any identifiable signs to tell him who is now attacking the ship.
Perception: 11
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
It looks like the fleet of the metallic dragon born, but it’s not certain
"Well, everyone, judging from our captors, this is likely a chromatic ship. I confess to feeling very little loyalty to whoever tattooed our arms and locked us up. I'm with the tabaxi; we can run up a white flag and try to parlay." Sariel nods to Sam. "Some of us seem particularly adept at making new friends."
Sariel Val'Thaerys (High Elf Wizard), Steam and Sky
“I can illusion it.” Sam offers, an illusory white sheet appearing in his hand via the effects of the cantrip minor illusion.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
The mast is 35 feet, you could climb the latter and the put up the flag
"Great Sam, thank you".
"Mislynn, do you recognize the class of vessel we're on? If things go sideways, could this ship make a run for it?"
Sariel Val'Thaerys (High Elf Wizard), Steam and Sky
Sam will climb 20 ft up the mast in order to cast minor illusion in the form of a 5 foot square white flag.
acrobatics: 22
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
How far away are the ships? If they’re within 20 ft, I’ll fly over there and see what their crews look like. If they’re further away, he will begun flying there.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Mislynn looks around the vessel, assessing the capabilities of the ship. What type of ship is it? Is it fast, or strong? Could it outrun the incoming fleet?
It’s a strong ship, but slow as a turtle.
ABout 60 ish feet
Mislynn shakes her head at Sariel. “This ship is strong, but we won’t be able to run.”
„I don’t know anything about ship combat, but I fearr they have numberrs on theirr side. Unless someone with experrtise in that field thinks we stand a chance, I suggest that we get that flag up therre fast.“
Alley nods at Sam.
“If you please.“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
As Sam reaches the pinnacle of the main mast to 'hang' the illusory flag, Sariel will reach into her component pouch for a small strip of white-silver metal. She bends the thin sheet of phosphorous into a loop with her fingers, and snaps her fingers, striking the metal on metal and softly saying "Galad". Four bright globes of white light leap out from the magically-infused phosphorous. She hurriedly stuffs the strip back in her pouch and gestures up towards the mast.
Sariel casts dancing lights
The four white lights whip through the air and begin to pulse and circle around Sam and the white flag at the top.
"Hopefully, that draws their attention to Sam's flag. If we're not going to run, we're probably not going to fight them off either, are we?" Sariel limps over to the base of the main mast, looking for a steady place to brace herself. She's starting to feel a bit gross from the rocking of the sea, and whatever sea legs she developed on the voyage earlier have just been rudely broken.
Sariel Val'Thaerys (High Elf Wizard), Steam and Sky
From the other ship you hear
“you aren’t dragon born! Why are you in the ship? Are any of you hurt?”