[Game Thread] --> Chapter 1: Into the Storm <--

[Admin Dirk]

"Same thing, "she said, and tipped her gnarled staff towards the next slumping hob. Her opinion rose a slight bit of the marine, as he bent to his deadly task without question. She liked crewmen who did their job, and this one seemed to do it well, and efficiently.

Rhoma stepped forward again, careful to avoid the dead body on the deck, her spider spell making it nearly impossible to slip, even in the slowly growing pool of blood on the wooden deck.

"And you're next," she said, and moved her staff to point at the next hobgoblin on the deck. She kept the low growl of her cackle going, even as she suspected it did nothing. Practice makes perfect, she thought. And it doesn't hurt.

 

Okay, Rhoma's going to do this until something else comes along.

Move action: Cackle. Not sure if it technically keeps the guy asleep, or keeps a save vs will to wake up, or perhaps it does nothing with slumber. However, it can't hurt to cackle, so... she cackles.

Std action: Cast Slumber hex on next goblin in line. DC 15 will save or slumber.

Free action: 5 foot step forward, if safe enough to do so.

[Sir Alex]

Aribel frowned as the enemy sailor plummeted into the depths of the Mourn. It was a cruel fate for anyone, but she had not started this fight and had little pity to spare for the aggressors. The paladin's face hardened with resolve. As Princess soared, Aribel reached into the storm and flung another bolt upwards.

 

Princess: Quadruple move up another 160ft

Aribel: Casts another strike of call lightning on an enemy sailor on deck:

Dice No storm or storm?:

3d6	1, 3, 1			Total = 5
3d10	3, 1, 1			Total = 5

 

Aribel HP:78/78 AC:23+3, Touch:11+3, Flat:22+3 (effective AC is 29 this round) Fort:12, Ref:14, Will:11 Str:16 - Dex:12 - Con:13 - Int:12 - Wis:16 - Cha:22 Active Enhancements: - Shield of Faith, +3 deflection to AC, 6 mins remaining - Entropic shield, 20% miss chance for incoming missiles, 6 mins remaining - Bless, +1 morale to hit and saves vs. fear, 6 mins remaining - Protection Devotion, +3 sacred to AC, 0 rounds remaining - Knowledge Devotion, +3 insight to hit/damage vs. hobgoblins, until end of encounter Active Penalties: None. Used Abilities/Items: - LOH, 21/36 remaining - Protection Devotion used x1 - Spells Remaining: 0:4/4 1:2/4 2:2/4 3:2/3

Princess HP:83/117 AC:23+3, Touch:11+3, Flat:21+3 (effective AC is 24 this round, with buffs minus running(?) penalty) Fort:9, Ref:8, Will:8 Str:19 - Dex:15 - Con:16 - Int:6 - Wis:13 - Cha:8 Active Enhancements: - Shield of Faith, +3 deflection to AC, 6 mins remaining - Entropic shield, 20% miss chance for incoming missiles, 6 mins remaining - Bless, +1 morale to hit and saves vs. fear, 6 mins remaining - Protection Devotion, +3 sacred to AC, 0 rounds remaining Active Penalties: - Deafened - Running (no dex bonus? not sure...) Flight Speed: 80(good), with [298]lbs currently carried. (Max Light Load: 350lbs)

[Battlechaser]

"Crap!" As his target disappeared from sight, Brunner almost growled. "He's mine." With a flick of the wrist sharp claws extended from his hands. The warlock sliced an opening in the air, stepped through next to the shaman and tried to skewer the brute and find its heart with his claws.

 

swift: eldritch claws
Standard: dimension door

Dice Attack:

1d20+10

(9)+10

Total = 19

Dice Physical damage:

1d8-1

(5)-1

Total = 4

Dice Magical damage:

4d6

4, 2, 1, 1

Total = 8

[Grenadier]

The look of fear upon the enemy's face was unmistakable, and their woes were not misplaced. Ward could recall fear clearly, although only in the back of his mind. It was such a powerful emotion, a symbol of the trying times that made life worth living. The captain considered ironic that these wretched souls were more alive in the face of death than they were for most of their miserable lives, and he found it humorous. So much so, that he began to cackle in delight.

This fit of laughter seemed to overtake Ward like a fit. He ceased his forward progress and hung in the air, a ghost of a man wearing his tattered leather coat which was savaged by the wind although his hat seemed impervious to it. As he laughed, the captain clucked his empty fist, and then a light sparked in the hollow sockets of the captain's eyes. Ward threw back his head, and in an instant the whole of his form was wreathed in crackling flames.

Then, Ward's mad cackling ceased completely. He brought his gaze down onto the enemy crew, and his eyes roared like a wildfire. “Forsake your arms and repent for your transgressions,” he growled in a darkly distorted voice, “Or you'll pray for the mercy of the Mourn!”

 

30/43 PP; Incorporeal 1/6
Move: Nimbus (CHA +4, Fire Shield)
Standard: Intimidate (Other Siege Engineer if Target is Necessary)

I'm playing off your last post more than deliberately trying to demoralize an opponent. However, you want to play it.

Dice Intimidate:

1d20+1

(13)+1

Total = 14

[Eviltedzies]

The sight of the plummeting enemy combatant was not a new one to Marius. Countless aerial battles had forced him to see the all too common sight time and time again. Remorse for his enemies was like a lingering fog across the field of Marius' mind. It was always there but never rose above the ground with which it hovered. As such, Marius uttered a silent prayer for the sailor's soul and continued his ascent.

Even as he neared the man, Marius could not help but gaze upon the horror in the sailor's eyes as he plummeted to his certain death. The look of pleading helplessness on his face stabbed at Marius' conscience mind more than he would ever admit openly. As his thoughts contemplated sparing the man's life, memories of times long ago flashed through his eyes. Bitterness welled up inside him as he returned the man's dying plea with a stern gaze devoid of any pity or remorse. "No.... the world is a cruel place and in mine eyes your life is not equal to that of those who I count as family."

The moment where the two men shared a final glance seemed to last for an eternity until the world itself seemed to accelerate to make up for the lost time. The sailor's screams quickly began to fade into the Mourn and as Marius cast one final look back, his eyes held an almost longing feel to them as he gazed into the endless sky.

OOC Continuing upwards. Letting the sailor fall to his death. Ah emotional conflict within a character. So delicious.

[spikehed]

 

Dice Fortitude:

1d20+11

(1)+11

Total = 12

Dice AP reroll:

1d20+11

(11)+11

Total = 22

Daegrel only briefly watched the captain flee into the bowels of the ship. With a slight smirk at the hobgoblin's confidence being shattered, he moved away from the disabled machine and headed toward the still-functioning machine on the starboard side. His intent was to make them both equally useless in hopes that their weakened state would help the Breeze break away.

"I doubt he'll return."

I must hurry, the longer they are attached, the more damage is sustained. It will slow down our attack on the pirate king if the Breeze is too damaged. The thoughts of losing this chance raced through his mind and spurred his movements despite the choking smoke that was filling the confined spaces.

Actions   Move Action: Move toward Starboard mechanism. Standard / Swift Action: Recover expended manuevers.   Daegrel HP:98/98 AC:29, Touch:23, Flat:27 Fort:7, Ref:8, Will:11 Str:10 - Dex:14 - Con:14 - Int:14 - Wis:19 - Cha:10 Active Enhancements: - Giant Killing Style (Stance), +4 damage and +2 to hit against larger opponents - Bless, +1 morale to hit and saves vs. fear, 5 mins remaining Active Penalties: - None. Used Abilities/Items: - None.

[Fil kearney]

Ward cackled maniacally as Aribel's lightning strike peeled overhead, lighting up one of the straggling boarders.
The pair of hobs on top deck recoiled, scuttling back across the iron and brass surface looking for cover.

Beneath in the shaman's Scorpion, Brunner winks into the shi['s heart with a flash of claws through the fabric of space, sending an arc of blood splattering across the grappling engineers. The shaman howled in pain as he fell back against the hull, pressing his palm against the metallic interiors as he began coaxing in Ignan to focus the ship's spirit around them. The air turning stuffy as temperatures rose.

Daergel felt the smoke around him continue to condense as he focused his strength towards the iron machinery-- squinting his eyes as the smoke became coarser, a buttery sulfur taste in his mouth.
Outside, nearly even with the scorpion ship, thick plumes of smoke tufted slowly out of the open hatches, coalescing like soap bubbles, firming as they tumbled past the knight, raining hardened foam down below where Marius found them to be accelerating into their eternal fall.
swooping wide to avoid the shower of enchanted material while focusing on getting back topside.

Topdeck, Rhoma's sleep spell gets shaken away by the targeted Marguuth as his comrades square up with him to push against the remaining sailors able to fight-- bodies littered the deck. Ward's insane cackling mixed with Rhoma's, lending weight to the lightning bolt unleashed by the griffon-rider below, arcing across the deck to jolt one of the most recent arrivals-- the dark storm below drifting away as The Breeze rose higher-- Meera screaming at the top of her lung, "Move yer ass, ya worthless boat!"
ward caught sight of Sasha tugging the port rigging free from the trailing scorpion-- the single operating claw pinching dubiously midship.

 

OOC
The ships climb another 80 feet.
Aribel 70 feet below deck-- nearly even with the dangling scorpion.
Marius 210 feet below deck
Daergel, make a fort save vs dc 17.. mobility is getting iffy as the fog begins to solidify
Brunner: the shaman passed concentratin to not provoke AoO, though the spell cating is spilling into your turn
Rhoma: save passed
The port scorpion is dangling loose by the remaining pincer... damaging the mechanism will grant meera control bonuses to ghet loose if D doesn't outright destroy the machinery.

[Admin Dirk]

"Oh no, not that easy," Rhoma muttered to herself as she felt the creature's mind resist her own. "You are going down to the deck." She refocused herself on the Marguuth, as well as the one next to it, and forced her will upon them in waves. "And your friend, too." Her eyes narrowed into black pins as she stared them down across the line of men, focusing on them through the chaos of the deck.

Reaching into a pouch at her side, she pinched a fingerful of sand, and with a toss, threw it in the air over the heads of the line of marines, to land amongst the hobgoblins and Marguuth. "Breathe death," she cackled loudly, "feel the poison burn!"

The ship pitched and rocked, and she was glad for her earlier spell, for her feet stayed firmly glued to the deck, allowing her to stand almost nonchalantly amidst the bucking of the ship's boards.

Anything to add to their fear, she thought. The more afraid they are, the weaker their minds.

 

1) the sand does nothing. But, it's all theatrics, so she's playing it up for whatever she can get out of it.

2) Bad guy who resisted sleep last time, gets to do it again. Rhoma has accursed hex, and it gives her two tries.

3) Other bad guy, same story. DC 15 will save, or nappy time.

[Battlechaser]

"No you don't." Brunner smiled viciously as the shaman's blood dripped from his claws. "Time to die, pagan." The warlock stepped up to the shaman and lashed out, hoping to stop the Marguuth from completing his spell. He had a feeling that he would not like the result.

 

swift: eldritch claws
Assuming I stand next to the shaman so flurry of blows

Dice Attack 1:

1d20+8

(11)+8

Total = 19

Dice Physical damage 1:

1d8-1

(6)-1

Total = 5

Dice Magical damage 1:

4d6

1, 4, 6, 3

Total = 14

Dice Attack 2:

1d20+8

(13)+8

Total = 21

Dice Physical damage 2:

1d8-1

(2)-1

Total = 1

Dice Magical damage 2:

4d6

1, 6, 6, 6

Total = 19

[Sir Alex]

"Up and over, Princess!" Aribel cried out as they came up level with the Breeze. Darned thing was moving fast. Say what you like about those metal boats. They look like flying cookpots, sure, but they can tug their prize like a draft horse chained to a halfling.

As they closed the final gap, the paladin called up another Reactivating Protection Devotion for another 10 roundsprotective blessing, then Call Lightning, bolt 3 of 6...unleashed a bolt at the enemy boarder closest to the edge. The hapless creature was stricken and began to crisp before her eyes. “Hah! I like ‘em fried, with onions on the side!”

A moment later she eased into the zone of silence at the prow of the ship. Then, at long last, she touched down on the study planks of the boat she called home. Two of the hobgoblins were right alongside Princess, but Aribel didn’t bat a lash.

Back on the Breeze. Now let’s kick these scum overboard where they belong. Ay!

 

Princess: Partial quadruple move to land up on the edge of the Breeze main deck.
Aribel: Swift Action - Protection Devotion activation; Standard Action - Call Lightning...

Dice Variable call lightning damage, depending on storm proximity:

3d6	4, 3, 3			Total = 10
3d10	9, 10, 10			Total = 29

 

Aribel HP:78/78 AC:23+6, Touch:11+6, Flat:22+6 (effective AC is 29 this round) Fort:12, Ref:14, Will:11 Str:16 - Dex:12 - Con:13 - Int:12 - Wis:16 - Cha:22 Active Enhancements: - Shield of Faith, +3 deflection to AC, 5 mins remaining - Entropic shield, 20% miss chance for incoming missiles, 5 mins remaining - Bless, +1 morale to hit and saves vs. fear, 5 mins remaining - Protection Devotion, +3 sacred to AC, 10 rounds remaining - Knowledge Devotion, +3 insight to hit/damage vs. hobgoblins, until end of encounter Active Penalties: None. Used Abilities/Items: - LOH, 21/36 remaining - Protection Devotion used x1 - Spells Remaining: 0:4/4 1:2/4 2:2/4 3:2/3

Princess HP:83/117 AC:23+4, Touch:11+4, Flat:21+4 (effective AC is 27 this round, with buffs minus running(?) penalty) Fort:9, Ref:8, Will:8 Str:19 - Dex:15 - Con:16 - Int:6 - Wis:13 - Cha:8 Active Enhancements: - Shield of Faith, +3 deflection to AC, 5 mins remaining - Entropic shield, 20% miss chance for incoming missiles, 5 mins remaining - Bless, +1 morale to hit and saves vs. fear, 5 mins remaining - Protection Devotion, +3 sacred to AC, 10 rounds remaining Active Penalties: - Deafened - Running (no dex bonus? not sure...) Flight Speed: 80(good), with [298]lbs currently carried. (Max Light Load: 350lbs)

[spikehed]

 

Dice Fortitude:

1d20+7

(19)+7

Total = 26

As the gnome studied the starboard machine, thoughts of doubt raced through his head. If this disengages the ship, will I be able to get back to the Breeze or be stranded here... He shook his head to clear the doubts. "The Flame will provide illumination to guide my path."

He gave a stern nod in renewed confidence and raised a vibrating fist, slamming it down into the forged steel of the grappling machinery. The screech of metal giving way and failing could be heard above deck to go with the smoke that billowed from the porthole.

Actions   Standard Action: Mountain Hammer Strike Dice Attack: 1d20+20 (13)+20 Total = 33 Dice Damage: 4d6+13 (4, 6, 6, 6)+13 Total = 35 Ignores Hardness/DR   Daegrel HP:98/98 AC:29, Touch:23, Flat:27 Fort:7, Ref:8, Will:11 Str:10 - Dex:14 - Con:14 - Int:14 - Wis:19 - Cha:10 Active Enhancements: - Giant Killing Style (Stance), +4 damage and +2 to hit against larger opponents - Bless, +1 morale to hit and saves vs. fear, 5 mins remaining Active Penalties: - None. Used Abilities/Items: - None.

[Grenadier]

As the ghostly form of Ward hung in the air in between the two ships, the captain glared down at the hobgoblins cowering before him. His daunting presence had overwhelmed one of the gunners, so perhaps his roaring flames could dissuade the other, sparing The Breeze any undue torment. He adjust his position, flying up and around to reduce any cover between the enemy crew and himself.

Then, he raised up a spectral hand, wreathed in flame, and he projected forth a fiery ray at a hapless hobgoblin.

 

There was not much clarification of what effect the Intimidate check had. I am assuming failure, but I'm not sure of the condition of the siege weapons. Ward will take a shot either at the gunner or just any random crew member close to the gun.

30/43 PP
Move: Adjust as Necessary
Standard: Fire Bolt

Dice Ranged Touch:

1d20+8

(19)+8

Total = 27

Dice Fire Damage:

6d6

2, 2, 5, 2, 5, 4

Total = 20

[Eviltedzies]

The battle above him tormented Marius as he struggled to return to the ship. Sadly, his magics could only carry him so far so quickly. "Please let them be ok. The crew can't afford to take a morale hit so close to our objective." Knowing nothing he said or did could change his current predicament, Marius continued upwards with as much speed as his spell could muster.

[Fil kearney]

The pair of Marguuth warriors slash clumsily at Princess as the griffin prances aside, her great wings fluttering silently in the enchanted zone as the battle between hobgoblin and sailors continued mid-ship.

As bodies dropped, Rhoma flicked sand upon an alert brute, unable to cajole it to slumber in the tense battle.
Across the void, Thornton's maniacal laughter continued as he flicked a lash of fire across a cowering raider who let out a scream before dropping to the deck charred in an instant.

Daergel literally ripped the mechanism apart, the flung metal drifting slowly through the chamber as the smoke continued to coagulate around him. Thick, sticky strings began beading along the slowing air currents while the ship lurched free sidelong, listing oddly to the side as it's companion craft broke away with The Breeze still in tow.

Meera cackled in satisfaction as the tides began to turn in the fight-- the dislodged scorpion's gunnery flung wide as the ship shunted off-line. In a sudden shake, the Tradesman broke free from the other scorpion with a dip in elevation, angling to drift under the stalled starboard vessel as cover against the still-mobile aggressor.

In the belly of the port ship, Brunner dropped the shaman-- the divine energy burning the dark soul from the hobgoblin's body. The spell dribbling off the dying shaman's lips left the metal hull a glowing orange, lighting the interior eerily as the Flames of Brunner's eyes cast across the grappling engineers who simply held up their hands in sign of surrender. The unattended clamps groaned an echoing warning as the ship lost hold of it's quarry, sending everyone inside stumbling as the flame spirit corrected the iron ship's ballast.

 

OOC:
--Daergel: the air has thickened to the point of being considered a Web spell. one more save.. reflex vs DC 17 to be immobilized as per web.. otherwise you are merely entangled.
--Brunner: balance check DC 15 or be prone from the ship tossing about
--Marius: 150' below deck.
--Rhoma, Ward, Aribel: plenty of mop up on deck.
--The ship is actually loose now!
--the storm below has receded and is a lessening threat each round.. if any of these Marguul survive, they will surely call you, "stormkiller"

[Admin Dirk]

Rhoma simply kept at her battle of wills with the hobgoblins. She had little else, and even though some of them seemed of stronger will than the average, the witch knew that she would eventually overcome them. She focused on the one that had resisted, and sent another rush of her will towards him, at the same time she selected the next in line, and vowed to put him aslumber on the deck.

Under her feet, she felt the ship lurch and rise, giving her some satisfaction. Either our allies are victorious, or they enemy has had enough, she thought. Either way, good. That limits the numbers of reinforcements on this ship.

"Down you go", she said with a cackle, and pointed her staff at one of the hobgoblins still attacking the crew.

 

1) Bad guy who resisted sleep last time, gets to do it again. Rhoma has accursed hex, and it gives her two tries.

2) Other bad guy, same story. DC 15 will save, or nappy time.

Just checking, but last round, Rhoma was working her slumber on two hobbgobbies... the one that resisted before (accursed hex gives her a second try) and a new gobbie. Did both resist the DC 15?

This round, same thing. Guy who resisted has to try it again, and new guy has to try.