[Game Thread] Act One: Caller in the Night

[thedragonwarrior]

Bangis witnessing himself being attacked in a treacherous manner, felt anger rushing through his veins. An attack with no provocation only shows that these sailors are up to something and has a different motivation from a bar brawl. Realizing this, he instantly swings his blade towards his attacker with precision, making sure that this one will see his ancestors today.

Combat Weapon Finesse (Rapier) +6 mod from Dex Dice Attack Roll: 1d20+6 (16)+6 Total = 22 Dice Damage Roll: 1d6+2 (6)+2 Total = 8 HP: 10 AC: 18

[Upright Citizen]

Things were continuing to spiral out of control for Athiss. First a major storm, destroying the ship he was on and nearly killing him. Then, alive but starving, stranded on an unknown beach. Assailed by cannonballs from unknown assailants. The former slave taking up with those who were so obviously slavers. The lizardman needed answers, and obviously none were forthcoming. Athiss had never had much use for Ydersisus, the dead god's power had obviously never come forth to save him. And it seemed that if anything, he was spiting Athiss. Gripping his spear he wordlessly followed after the Captain and Assym.

[Keven]

Running up to the Tengu, Roqua found him involved in a little swordplay....and thus was torn between helping the man out, or running for his life. Thinking that the day possably choulden't get any stranger, Roqua drew his sword and, upon moving into a possible flanking position, attacked the Tengu's assailent. "Charming little party we have here today, eh?" He said to his impromptu comrade.

Dice To hit:

1d20+6

(8)+6

Total = 14

(Take away 2 from that if I cant flank)

Dice Dam:

1d10+5

(3)+5

Total = 8

[Solomon777]

Captain Vexi looked over the chaos he had created and let the feeling wash over him. He so loved chaos. The fog had begun to lift and he made out the image of the dreamer, Captain Rolo, stalking the pier. The experienced chelixian watched his rival and partner. Captain Vexi did not like the way Captain Rolo carried himself, nor did he want the ‘dreamer’ interfering with this very lucrative business venture. Vexi walked over to the chart table situated in the center of the poop deck, and he hoisted his flintlock.

For the moment, a relative silence follows in Tradepoint where panic and fear abound, and the cannon make not a sound. The fog has nearly all faded away, leaving a fairly visible port. The fire at the Tradepoint Inn and Pub is easily visible from the poopdeck of Captain Vexi's ship. It blazes hotter and hotter, regardless of the steadily increasing rain.

 

The pirate facing off against the gray-skinned Tenmar began a taunting, shrill laughing as he weaved away from Tenmar’s first strike. But, the poor sod wasn’t ready for the dwarf’s immediate second coming in as the blade sunk deep into flesh, rending the organs of the lungs and heart. Lifelessly, the pirate slumped to the ground with a final exhale.

Both halves of what was left of the pirate thudded to the earth and the two remaining, who had been working on surrounding the three figures hesitated, then, as if slapped, turned to run away in horror.

Geribald caught the belaying pin in the shoulder, and though the hit was solid, it did not down the aasimar.

Through all of the butchery they had witnessed in their short lives as pirates, a death as brutal as what had just occurred was not to be their future. Without a word, the two men ran in different directions, intent on getting away rather than further confrontation.

 

Both Pia and the sizeable Raff fall to the net as the ends are yanked together quickly and they are drawn away from Ulker’s side. The quick movement left Ulker alone.

The drow’s response in-kind to the mob around them and the two brave enough to venture near the deadly dark-dweller was fast; fast enough to leave one of the offending pirates grabbing at his throat as he crawled a few paces away to bleed-out before falling the ground.

The second blade slashes through the air, missing Ulker’s blade by a full meter. The pirate continues his wide movement and swirls around setting eyes on the drow again.

A voice yells out over everyone, a commanding voice, a strong voice, “Boyos, hold yer’ blades, t’is ain’t mi’raid!”

OOC Joining Pier Side, East and Pier Side, North

 

Captain Rolo yells out as he joins the mob near a large building. The mob is surrounding a dark-skinned humanoid. Aside from the mob, a net had been thrown over two others and they are being drug aside and surrounded by pirates with clubs and belying pins.

“Boyos, hold yer’ blades, t’is ain’t mi’raid!”

In a scattering of attention the pirates gathered stand to, cautiously but with attentions on the drow, Captain Rolo, Assym, and the approaching lizardman.

Captain Rolo follows with another statement and he points his sword down upon the mob, “You’ll be tastin’ mi’steal should yah’ not heed mi’orders! That’d be mutiny.” He smiled as a few of the pirates backed away from the drow and released the net that held the others. “We be pirates boys, not slavers.”

 

The remaining pirate darts back his blade, ready for another poised thrust at Splinter, but…a crossbow bolt appears in his face, through the eye socket sending the pirate over the bar and out of sight.

Mealos makes for the door, Edix at his shoulder. Once outside, Mealos and Edix are confronted by an almost silent road, as the Tradepoint Inn is the farthest public establishment from the piers. Behind them the entire second floor is quickly engulfed in a roaring mass of flames.

From the road to the north, a figure comes into view through the dissipating fog.

OOC CON checks for those still inside, DC17

 

Tal exits the Safeharbor and spots the two pirates. One of them stops and smiles at the Maenad’s threat. The other, who had attacked Bangiss never got the chance to smile as the bard flicked his rapier splitting a gash into the man neck. Death was instant, and then there was one lone pirate.

Roqua drew blade on the other pirate and his move in, though not piercing flesh, startled the haggard pirate. He dropped the belaying-pin he held and held his hands up to show he had no weaponry, he pleaded, “Mercy guv’? Another assailant comes into the game, but the pirate again evades and skids along the ground “Mercy…mercy, guvnah’…please?”

OOC Joining the two events at the Safeharbor on the next post.

 

Kha’Boom knelt down, with his bestial mass, and began checking and administering assistance to the downed local. From afar the entire image was horrific. Through the foggy night, the large man-beast appeared to be feasting on the poor soul. In actuality, Kha’Boom had started the poor human breathing again after being knocked cold. He would have a vicious cut above his brow, but he’d be alive.

 

OOC Your intro at the Tradepoint, the figure from the north.

[Cash]

Splinter was about to swing backwards at the remaining pirate, but when he turned all splinter saw was his legs flip over the bar. The air getting thick with smokes makes splinter head hastily for the door. If the man is not dead he will be so soon if he stays in here. Same applies for me unfortunately

con check Dice Roll: 1d20+4 (9)+4 Total = 13

[Achard]

Kha-Boom gave an audible sigh of relief at the first sign of the recovery of the local, though the structure of his throat made it sound more like a non-hostile growl. Quickly, he used his claws to rip off a long strip of his cloak for a make-do bandage that he wrapped around the boy's injured head. Gently, the hobgoblin positioned him lying on his side next to the pub's wall. Once he recovered, he'd have a nasty headache, but that was better than the alternative.

Kha-Boom hesitated for a second. He would have felt better if he could have carried the boy inside or stayed and watched over him until he woke up, but the feral form of the hobgoblin would surely not have met with approving glances. The mutagen would be in effect for a long while still.

He swung the keg of ale on his shoulder and started towards the harbor. It wasn't until now that he noticed the echoes of battle, but paid them little heed. As long as I get back to my ship, I will be okay, he thought as he half walked, half leaped forward, using his free hand as extra support, in a hunching gait that made his silhouette in the dark resemble that of a very odd gorilla. Keeping an eye on his surroundings, Kha-Boom made his way through the streets while actively avoiding showing himself to anyone. Luckily, we hobgoblins are naturally stealthy.

Dice Stealth:

1d20+8

(4)+8

Total = 12

[Keven]

Many things were going on in Roqua's mind on this night that had clearly gone sour. What had originaly started as a harmless song and dance number to pay the bills had erupted into a violent bar brawl. One of his own makeing....but a brawl none the less. Now, people were dieing, the room was chaos, and Roqua hadn't the slightest idea of what to do. He attempted to assist another patron, drew steel on another....it was a cluster of unlclear friends and foes.

Roqua knew of another tavern in Tradeport. Perhaps he could escape this chaos he had created, get a warm bed, and find another place to earn his forture. He needen't linger too long in this location, or even this town, least he get changed with crime in this chaos.


Roqua, with bastard sword held out in a parrying manner, bolted for the door, as many attempted too. Some got out of his way, as he ran through the others, not with his sword, but attempting to trammple over any who got in his way.

Dice Bull rush, if applicable:

1d20+6

(4)+6

Total = 10

[Upright Citizen]

Athiss visibly relaxed, no longer telegraphing his distress to those who would be watching. The simple words that those who found him were not slavers did much to alleviate his worries. And like the dust washing off the cobbles around him, his thoughts about how to combat the entire host single-handedly drained away. He kept his spear tight however, as he was not sure how these others they had come across would respond. Obviously they were not part of the crew or they wouldn't have been thrown into a net, but whether they would be hostile or not was still to be seen.

His whisper to Assym was more sibilant than usual, his race had never been one built for subtleties. Although the sounds would likely be lost between the soft noise of rain all about and the steadily increasing roar of the fire.

[Anon315]

The drow had an animalistic gleam to his oddly colored eyes as he regarded the group, especially the one now dying from his blade. "Your men have assaulted me captain, their lives are forfeit. I will have them and we will have no further argument as you are releasing the formerly captive. If this is agreeable, you may leave." The rapier rose so the drow could regard the slightest bit the blood on it, and he wipes it on his sash. "If not, well... " His eyes regard their sheer numbers with only a passing interest. "I'm already here."

[hamiltond465]

Enol walks towards the Inn now that he can see it, catching his breath and thinking about his next move.

Oh good lord, that's the Inn that is on fire isn't it?
I hope they haven't arrived before me.
But if it IS them, there is an odd lack of survivors for a slaving party.
...

Enol sighs, cricks his neck and then casts Disguise Self to hide his more demonic traits.

Enol now looks like a normal Rhadaholmian. Wil dc 12 to see through it if you touch his head.---

[Grogg Tree]

Watching the pair of survivors running away, Kyra nodded with satisfaction and with a small heft, placed the greatsword back up on her shoulder. Again, the eidolon began to run in the direction of the harbor. As the summoner and her protector ran, Elizabeth watched through Kyra's eyes to see the rain falling harder. Good thing rain doesn't dampen one's spirit much. And it appears that the fog is lifting. Utilizing her bond with the eidolon, the Shoanti weighed how much more injuries her innate friend could take before she would have to dismiss the summoned creature.

 

Stat	Value
AC	15
HP	Elizabeth: 20 of 20; Kyra: 8 of 1328 of 33

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[Eilaer]

Though Tenmar would have prepared to have chased down those fleeing and take out at least one more of them before finding some way to twist the third to his own advantage, his companion seemed almost robotic as it returned on its original course toward the docks. Toward the sounds of the cannon and away from what was easily arguable the safer direction.

He sheathed his blades and checked to ensure they could be pulled at a moment’s notice since they surely would need to be, and began pumping his short legs to try and at least pretend to keep up with his companion.

[Wolfman]

As he ran forward he saw his first target go down in a shower of blood from his neck. Turning at the last minute he aimed for the second slaver but missed as he dropped to the ground to beg for his life. He stumbled forward and then turned and attacked the down slaver from behind.

Slavers were the lowest of the scum on this earth as far as He was concerned and figured the only good slaver was a dead slaver. Showing no hesitation or mercy he swung at the back of the downed mans head, hoping to kill him with one strong blow.

Combat Action 5' Step or Move to Downed Slaver Attack w/ Stone Fist, +2 Flank, +4 Prone? (-4 to Defendant AC) Attack Roll Dice Roll: D20+5 (12)+5 Total = 17 (Plus 4 if appropriate.) Damage Roll Dice Roll: d6+2 (5)+2 Total = 7

[thedragonwarrior]

Seeing that the two pirates has been struck down. Bangis quickly turns his gaze towards the unknown assailant whom he notice to have killed the other pirate. The man is is Vudrani from his appearance and has an obvious skill in murder. "Well met!" the bard said as he turns his big round eyes to the human.

[Solomon777]

Captain Vexi took careful aim. The long barrel of the flintlock dancing faintly; the old pirate inhaled and exhaled. He was not one for rifles, but he knew well how to use them and their value in spreading fear. He paused, waited, and found his shot.

 

Kyra and Tenmar round the corner pier side and find much commotion to their north. Figures escorting figures can be seen through the increasing rainfall. The escorted are in irons or restraints of some manner. To their south, a vessel that had been moored and gently rocking about had been sunk at its moor. Bewildered crew and a few dockhands mill about in attempts to collect survivors from the harbor.

OOC You can either go north or to the south. Your next posting will take place at Pier Side: South (unless you decide to join the actions going on to your north).

 

Assym watched the quick interchange with the eye of a trained criminal. When Athiss hissed in his ear he smiled and simply motioned toward everyone, “Should yah’ need, have at it. A threat is a threat and we be dealin’ with pirates no matter hows yah’ look at it Athiss.”

Ulker offered his boast to Captain Rolo and before the handsome Captain could respond a member of the crew barked, “Beggin’ yer pardon Captain, but Cap’n Vexi offered a better wage, thus we be in mutiny. “ He jumped toward Rolo. Rolo slashed his cutlass aside and fended away the strike from the loud pirate. Glancing instantly to Ulker he offered the men to the drow.

Captain Rolo smiled, “Drow, they be no crew of mine.” Rolo then drove his cutlass in a feint attack and punched the pirate, sending him to the ground.

The pirate who failed his attack before on Ulker, then drove in again with another slash.

Attack on Ulker Attack Dice Roll: 1d20+2 (6)+2 Total = 8 Damage if Applicable Dice Roll: 1d6+2 (4)+2 Total = 6

Assym readied to fight for his Captain, “E’r we go!”

The net was again tossed over the half-ogre and the woman.
[fiedlset=Checks] Raff and Pia need to make a REF or Escape Artist DC17 [/fieldset]

 

Splinter emerges from the smoke that has begun billowing out of the entry door to the once nicely furnished Tradepoint Inn. He is hacking out the slight inhalation he has suffered. The samurai’s weaponry is still in hand.

Outisde, Maelos and his companion Edix, are waiting, a few of the regulars stumble several meters away from the Inn and fall to the ground coughing.

Enol is now in full view of the Inn, Maelos, and a coughing Splinter.

OOC Splinter is busy hacking for a round and suffers similar effects to being ‘nauseated’ for the next round.

 

Roqua exits into the rough roadway that is now thoroughly saturated and muddy. He looks about through the rain that has increased in amount, and decreased the view if only slightly.

The cowering slaver-pirate had no chance as Kid sent his weapon to answer the plea. Death was a quick and unbending mistress to the scum that night. The final pirate falls dead at Kid’s feet shortly before the tengu speaks to the Vudrani.

Khaboom makes his way with the aid of the shadows and the commotion about. Not many pay him the covered form much attention. Though, as Khaboom comes into view of the pier he finds a very large, armored figure and a stout humanoid standing amid the intersection of the pier road and that in which he traveled upon.

Kharbon Khaboom’s next post will be Pier Side, his vessel is straight out from the intersection.

 

Through all the turmoil outside in this newest port to feel the disparate arrival of pirates from the Shackles, the aasimar girl, Laylah, awaited the return of Captain Rolo, whom had purchased her from her former captor, Captain Vexi.

Captain Rolo had the aasimar chained to an iron eye in the common-place of his quarters. Through the ample windows of the quarters, she watched as this port…Tradepoint…suffered its assault. She looked upon the imposing image that had been prevalent in the raid of her own home as the twisted figurehead, the bird-demon of the abyss, of the Blackbyrd.

It has been quite some time since anyone has been heard of on the ship. She heard many people moving about the decks, but now it was almost silent, save the slap of the water against the captured galleon’s hull.

Subtle in the chaos of the Tradepoint Raid, the rifle rapport nearly went unheard.