You stand on the deck of your spelljamming ship, Moonraider, even as explosions obliterate two of its masts and hurl a dozen of your fellow sailors into Wildspace! Distant stars and wheeling clouds of multicolored gas spin around you as the first pirate galleon slams into Moonraider’s starboard side, and a gust of foul wind washes over you as the galleon’s air envelope merges with your own. Seconds later, your vessel is boarded by astral reavers—humanoids possessed of strange features, waving cruel weapons, and unleashing blasts of magic.
Captain Sardax lies on the deck nearby, her body ruined by shrapnel. “Hold the top deck!” she snarls with her dying breath. “Grant them no quarter!”
That was ... sudden. Mirelda knew, of course, or, better say, was informed that the Sea of Stars harbours as many dangerous creatures as any other sea, but had not met one until now. Oh, well, better get to it then. She never fought on a vessel before (be it in water or in the air) but one has to begin somewhere. At least the order was clear - hold the intruders! - and Mirelda intended to do her best.
(On her turn)
Action: Eldritch Blast at one pirate Attack: 14 Damage: 2
BA: Tentacle of the Deeps (at another pirate): Attack: 10 Damage: 5 (cold damage)
Warren had not expected such excitement so early into his voyage. His adventure had only begun, and he is not about let it end so quickly. Teeth gritted, he whips crossbow and fires at the oncoming pirates.
Warren had not expected such excitement so early into his voyage. His adventure had only begun, and he is not about let it end so quickly. Teeth gritted, he whips crossbow and fires at the oncoming pirates.
(Crossbow) To hit: 23
Damage: 6
Warren's bolt plants itself into the reaver thigh but does not fall him as he just curses, "Gonna stab this back into you, you scaly shite!" . Up above you see something descending down onto the deck, a metallic being with large rotary blades attached to their head. As they touch down, the blades retract and slide behind their head, giving a ponytail look upon their clear round face, "The captain wants this done fast so take no survivors!" They say as they brandish a scimitar.
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DM Roll: 12
Muck looks about in a bit of a panic but then hears the captains last words and moves as far as he can to the top deck, firing his shortbow at any enemy that is currently in battle with one of his shipmates.
Zaridil's eyes flicker open to chaos - the world around is a blur of color and motion. Flashes, sparks and streaks of astral dust cloud his vision, and it takes the harengon a few seconds to clock in on the situation. In his periphery, a crossbow bolt is loosed. Feeling lightheaded, Zaridil traces a finger across his cheek - and it returns moistened with blood. Glancing down, the fur about his shoulders is red and matted.
...this is an attack. We're... we're being attacked... reflexes kicking in, he springs backward and presses himself against the side of the ship. Is there anything he could use to provide cover nearby?
Muck looks about in a bit of a panic but then hears the captains last words and moves as far as he can to the top deck, firing his shortbow at any enemy that is currently in battle with one of his shipmates.
Shortbow: Attack: 19 Damage: 6
Sneak Attack Damage: 6
Muck's aim hit upon a reaver's shoulder, nearly knocking him off his feet. The reaver still stands as it breaks the arrow off, leaving the arrowhead in him. The reaver would speak but it seems his mouth was sewn shut, instead he gestures with a swift slice of his thumb across his neck. Boisterous laughter booms from the side of the ship as a giant of a man hauls himself on board. His hair and beard wildly long and unkempt, but what was more striking was the ruined goldish wedding dress he wore. "May ye speak ya piece naw, 'er keep your mouths shut. Better yet, lemme do it for ya." He says as he takes a maul out.
(Currently no one is in a melee with the reavers.)
On his turn, Beshlog is going to do his best to not die because he may be strong as an ox... but he's still pretty squishy.
Beshlog will use his action to cast Mage Armor on himself, then he'll use his movement to get behind whatever cover is available.
Beshlog heads for the anchors, taking cover behind the weights. His spell surrounds himself in a shimmer of magic, then fades away but still persists. Yet he smells something and it becomes stronger and stronger as someone falls onto the ship behind him followed by a shatter of glass. "Seecure my ass, rope was basically cut already. Shite...was that my last bottle?" The man rises from his fall, shaking his head as he overlooks the broken glass. But something seems to fall away from the man, a bright light of sorts then its clear what they were as the alcohol catches fire. He turns to face Beshlog, his lower face surrounded by a fire that does not seem to harm him, "Yall got more right, I may pour one out for yall if you tell me where." He asks as he points toward Beshlog with his shortsword.
That was ... sudden. Mirelda knew, of course, or, better say, was informed that the Sea of Stars harbours as many dangerous creatures as any other sea, but had not met one until now. Oh, well, better get to it then. She never fought on a vessel before (be it in water or in the air) but one has to begin somewhere. At least the order was clear - hold the intruders! - and Mirelda intended to do her best.
(On her turn)
Action: Eldritch Blast at one pirate Attack: 14 Damage: 2
BA: Tentacle of the Deeps (at another pirate): Attack: 10 Damage: 5 (cold damage)
Movement: withing 60ft from attackers
Mirelda's magic connects with the mute reaver, leaving a small mark upon his clothes. He starts to gesture but is found interrupted by a stray arrow coming from the stern castle of the ship. It hits his other shoulder, knocking him down for a bit but he still gets back up, worse for wear though. As the other reaver starts to respond to Warren's talk, he does not notice the tentacle grow from behind him. It tries to whack at the man but he weathers the blow and shrugs it off, not hurt.
You stand on the deck of your spelljamming ship, Moonraider, even as explosions obliterate two of its masts and hurl a dozen of your fellow sailors into Wildspace! Distant stars and wheeling clouds of multicolored gas spin around you as the first pirate galleon slams into Moonraider’s starboard side, and a gust of foul wind washes over you as the galleon’s air envelope merges with your own. Seconds later, your vessel is boarded by astral reavers—humanoids possessed of strange features, waving cruel weapons, and unleashing blasts of magic.
Captain Sardax lies on the deck nearby, her body ruined by shrapnel. “Hold the top deck!” she snarls with her dying breath. “Grant them no quarter!”
Initiative Order:
For each character, please roll a D20 before starting your turn.
That was ... sudden. Mirelda knew, of course, or, better say, was informed that the Sea of Stars harbours as many dangerous creatures as any other sea, but had not met one until now. Oh, well, better get to it then. She never fought on a vessel before (be it in water or in the air) but one has to begin somewhere. At least the order was clear - hold the intruders! - and Mirelda intended to do her best.
(On her turn)
Action: Eldritch Blast at one pirate Attack: 14 Damage: 2
BA: Tentacle of the Deeps (at another pirate): Attack: 10 Damage: 5 (cold damage)
Movement: withing 60ft from attackers
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Dice
d20:7
Warren had not expected such excitement so early into his voyage. His adventure had only begun, and he is not about let it end so quickly. Teeth gritted, he whips crossbow and fires at the oncoming pirates.
(Crossbow) To hit: 23
Damage: 6
d20: 11
On his turn, Beshlog is going to do his best to not die because he may be strong as an ox... but he's still pretty squishy.
Beshlog will use his action to cast Mage Armor on himself, then he'll use his movement to get behind whatever cover is available.
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12
Warren's bolt plants itself into the reaver thigh but does not fall him as he just curses, "Gonna stab this back into you, you scaly shite!" . Up above you see something descending down onto the deck, a metallic being with large rotary blades attached to their head. As they touch down, the blades retract and slide behind their head, giving a ponytail look upon their clear round face, "The captain wants this done fast so take no survivors!" They say as they brandish a scimitar.
Warren laughs, "I'd like to see ya try mate!"
He grins at the newcomer, "Well you're an ugly one aren't ya. Yer also a mighty fine target!"
DM Roll: 12
Muck looks about in a bit of a panic but then hears the captains last words and moves as far as he can to the top deck, firing his shortbow at any enemy that is currently in battle with one of his shipmates.
Shortbow: Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Sneak Attack Damage: 3
Zaridil's eyes flicker open to chaos - the world around is a blur of color and motion. Flashes, sparks and streaks of astral dust cloud his vision, and it takes the harengon a few seconds to clock in on the situation. In his periphery, a crossbow bolt is loosed. Feeling lightheaded, Zaridil traces a finger across his cheek - and it returns moistened with blood. Glancing down, the fur about his shoulders is red and matted.
...this is an attack. We're... we're being attacked... reflexes kicking in, he springs backward and presses himself against the side of the ship. Is there anything he could use to provide cover nearby?
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9
Just to clarify, all the reavers are in 20-30 feet of you. The current battle is being taken place on the forecastle of the ship,
With you all more to the center, the reavers closing in around you.
Muck's aim hit upon a reaver's shoulder, nearly knocking him off his feet. The reaver still stands as it breaks the arrow off, leaving the arrowhead in him. The reaver would speak but it seems his mouth was sewn shut, instead he gestures with a swift slice of his thumb across his neck. Boisterous laughter booms from the side of the ship as a giant of a man hauls himself on board. His hair and beard wildly long and unkempt, but what was more striking was the ruined goldish wedding dress he wore. "May ye speak ya piece naw, 'er keep your mouths shut. Better yet, lemme do it for ya." He says as he takes a maul out.
(Currently no one is in a melee with the reavers.)
8
Beshlog heads for the anchors, taking cover behind the weights. His spell surrounds himself in a shimmer of magic, then fades away but still persists. Yet he smells something and it becomes stronger and stronger as someone falls onto the ship behind him followed by a shatter of glass. "Seecure my ass, rope was basically cut already. Shite...was that my last bottle?" The man rises from his fall, shaking his head as he overlooks the broken glass. But something seems to fall away from the man, a bright light of sorts then its clear what they were as the alcohol catches fire. He turns to face Beshlog, his lower face surrounded by a fire that does not seem to harm him, "Yall got more right, I may pour one out for yall if you tell me where." He asks as he points toward Beshlog with his shortsword.
(Rolling for d20)
18
4
Mirelda's magic connects with the mute reaver, leaving a small mark upon his clothes. He starts to gesture but is found interrupted by a stray arrow coming from the stern castle of the ship. It hits his other shoulder, knocking him down for a bit but he still gets back up, worse for wear though. As the other reaver starts to respond to Warren's talk, he does not notice the tentacle grow from behind him. It tries to whack at the man but he weathers the blow and shrugs it off, not hurt.
Belona d20 roll 15
Bellona will look for any two cultist within 5ft of each other and cast toll of the dead which will target both.
Wis 13 saves for both 2 damage to both.