Mr. Nomington |
Bridgeport-Description of City
You are all in the town of Bridgeport. Named so from the large metal drawbrige that cuts across a watery inlet where the harbor is held. The bridge is the crossing that seperates the upper and lower districts, east and west respectivly. Buisnesses and shops adorn the edge of the harbor. Inns, bars, general good stores and specialty shops. A river feeds into the semi circular harbor, up about 200 paces is the local marina which many sea craft are built. A small Navy headquarters can be found in the upper district, headed by Lieutenant Commander Corigain.
Knowledge Local Check
Mr. Nomington |
Bridgeport Harbor-Docks
Five larger ships are currently tethered to the docks. They are as follows:
Two Navy Corvettes: Guarded by two Navy guards stationed on the ships, plus several more on watch.
Merchant Clipper: Guarded by a Mercenary Guard.
Private Schooner: Payed services from Navy to guard.
Fishing Sloop: Unguarded.
Along with many other smaller fishing vessels that dot the docks.
Knowledge: Engineering, Craft: Sea Vehicles, Profession: Sailor Check
Mr. Nomington |
Chapter 1: Water Tidings, The Adventure Begins
The Drunken Giant Bar is where all of you eventually gather on a cool summer night. Drinking and relaxing with your friend Jaythail. A middle aged, elven woman with grey hair, amber eyes and a perverted sense of humor, but a kind heart.
In the corner is a large table sitting at this table is the Lieutenant Commander and 7 other Navy officers. All drinking, but clearly Lieutenant Commander Corigain is the drunkest of the group, shouting and yelling and making obscene gestures at the bar maid, making the rest of the patrons keep to there drinks. After a particularly boastful yell, cry's of a infant can be heard from the back room and the bar maid quickly starts to head to the back before being grabbed by the arm by Corigain.
"Just where do you think your going?" Corigain almost shouting at the barmaid.
"M-my baby, s-she is crying." The barmaid says in a nervous and quiet voice.
"Hah? What was that? Speak up girly!" Corigain now standing, his iron grip still holding onto the girls arm.
"I-I said m-my baby girl is crying." Now in a louder, but even more nervous tone.
"Well gee, how do you expect me and my boys to drink in this shitheap if we have all these empty tankards blocking us." Corigains face now inches from the girls face. You can see her winch from the pain of his grip and obvious bad smelling breath.
From the other side of the bar you hear a voice yell out. "Corigain! Enough! Let my daughter go!" The voice coming from the portly barman.
The bar goes deathly quiet aside from the wails of the infant in the back room. Corigain looks slowly in the barman's direction.
"Calvin... you should show more respect to me. Seeing as how im the authority in this city." He smiles wickedly and raises his arm, thereby raising the girls arm, almost lifting her off the ground. "I know she isn't married Cal." He looks back at the girl with a grin. "A bastard man breeds a whore daughter that breeds another bastard that will probably be a whore herself. Hehe, the cycle keeps going."
"Let her tend to her child and I'll let you and your men drink for free tonight." Calvin says angrily from the bar.
"Ya hear that boys!? Ol' Cal's picking up our tab tonight!" Corigain's grip loosens without warning and before the barmaid can react to her now freed state, tries to catch her balance. But to no avail and she falls to the floor, but not before hitting her face off the side of the table with a wicked crack! You hear a chair suddenly scrape the floor of the bar.
She bursts into tears and screams in pain as blood begins to pour from her nose. Corigain stands above her, now looking at her angrily. "You clumsy b+*~*, I'll give you something to cry about!" His arm now crossing his body as if to back hand the girl.
Suddenly, a blur of motion rushes past you and then the sound of a punch being struck against the side of Corigains face! He falls backwards over his chair and out the front door. The rest of the Naval men look in shock as Jaythail stands there with her arm out stretched to the barmaid.
"Quite a spill you have taken tonight Lillith." Soothing Lillith, she helps her to her feet. "Tend to yourself and your baby girl." She says smiling and handing her a blue handkerchief. Lillith bows her head slightly and rushes off to the back room. Jaythail still standing there, smiling in her direction.
The Naval men begin to stand as Corigain comes bursting through the front door. A nice shiner upon his left eye.
"YOU!!!" Corigain shouts. "Did ya forget about me?!"
"Oh... kinda?" Jaythail half turns and her head cocks to one side.
"WHAT DO MEAN KINDA?! YOU JUST PUNCHED ME!!!" Corigain screams!
"I do not recall punching you..." Suddenly Jaythail's eyes go narrow. "I do however remember punching a drunken, self righteous prick. Did you see him? He should be outside with a nice shiner on his left eye. Hard to miss. Should've learnt a lesson about harming women. Ill go and check on him."
Veins now popping on Corigain forehead. He yells out! "Men, arrest this b$**+ for the assault of your Lieutenant Commander... and the barmaid!"
The men hesitate at Corigains order, but then slowly surround Jaythail, who raises her arms smuggly, "I'll be back in a week." She says to the bar just as the manacles snap shut. Corigain smirks, grabs his musket and cracks Jaythail across the forehead with the butt end of it knocking her out. "Not very likely..." Corigain replies as Jaythail falls limp to the floor.
"To my ship now! We will see how she can continue to be smug in The Iron Depths!" And with that, they depart. Leaving the bar with nothing but the sound of a crying infant in there wake.
Kasumi Yukishiro |
With a rattle of wood and the thud of a body hitting the floor, Kasumi's chair, and he, who was supposed to be some graceful elf, both fell as he was leaning back on the hind legs before he seems to wake from a deep slumber. To any looks of surprise or dumbfounded amazement, he would merely shrug. "So what did I miss?"
Faltain Panocc |
"From what I could tell, probably the quickest and hardest strike any of us has ever seen," Faltain replies with a look of amazement on his face. "Did you have any idea that Jaythail was such a bada**?!"
Bonvorio Dellark |
First check
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
2&3rd checks
Craft (Sea Vehicles): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Knowledge (engineering): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
After a long day scrapping barnacles off of boats Bonvorio decides to go to his more favorite bar for his dinner. Almost to his destination he sees Is friend Jaythail being carried off out of the bar with the barman’s Calvins daughter.
”Sigh… god dammit Jaythail getting into trouble again”
He quickly gets out of sight and decides to keep his distance following them.
Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Clubsen D'veetch |
recovering from his surprise at the turn of events he closes his gaping mouth and stares aghast at Faltain and Kasumi, Um, who cares? the bada$$ just got arrested, beaten unconscious, abducted and scheduled for execution by drowning. Maybe her awesomeness should be of secondary concern, eh!?
he lowers his voices and crouches down over the table, then, realizing that crouching does little to nothing since he's barely three and half feet tall anyway, he sits upright, but he does keep his voice lowered look, there are two navy vessels in the harbor. one of us needs to tail them to see which one she's going to be held on, then we need to get her and get out of here.
Edit:
and where did Bonvorio get off to?
::loud crashing from outside::
he facepalms, if you want it done right...
he creeps outside and attempts to follow the navy sailors
stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
perception or survival to tail: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
he promptly trips over Bonvorio
this isn't going so well, maybe I at least saw where they were going?
Mr. Nomington |
Through combined Profession: Sailor, Knowledge: Engineering and Craft: Sea Vehicles checks. The party as a whole knows the following.
The two Navy Corvettes are small, maneuverable, lightly armed warships. With 2 Cannons and fully loaded for immediate departure at anytime. One has a red flag with yellow vertical stripes suggesting that ship belongs to Lieutenant Commander Corigain.
The merchant Clipper is a fast multiple-masted sailing ship, generally used by merchants because of their speed capabilities. Filled with exotic spices and is not fully stocked on supplies.
The private Schooner is a fore and aft-rigged vessel with two or more masts of which the foremast is shorter than the main and is fully loaded.
The fishing Sloop is a fore and aft-rigged sailing vessel with a single mast. One Ballista, 10 Harpoons, no goods loaded. Generally used a whaling ship.
As Clubsen and Bonvorio become tangled up on the streets just outside the bar. One of the naval officers looks back at the two in disgust. "Fools can't hold their liquor." He mutters and continues to follow the remaining officers.
Bonvorio Dellark |
Laying on his back and huffs
"Hello Clubsen good to see you"
Gets up and offers Clubsen a hand
"So what happened in there?"
Sorry it read to me that he arrested them both out of spite
Veins now popping on Corigain forehead. He yells out! "Men, arrest this b&!!+ for the assault of your Lieutenant Commander... and the barmaid!"...
Clubsen D'veetch |
Laying on his back and huffs
"Hello Clubsen good to see you"Gets up and offers Clubsen a hand
"So what happened in there?"
accepts the proffered hand and stands up
oh, the usual, Jaythail, big-hearted imbecile that she is, decided to be a hero and save a serving girl from being humiliated by a navy d-bag. For her trouble she was knocked out, arrested and is to be transported to someplace called the Iron Depths... tonight...
If it were anyone else, well, that's what you get for sticking your nose in, but... such as it is, perhaps we can marshal the boys up and storm the ship... like NOW?
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Kasumi Yukishiro |
Kasumi rolled to a standing position, then knelt to lift the chair from the floor, only to sit and lean back in it again with his hands back behind his head. "She'll be back." He said simply, and seemed to go right back to dozing off.
Takio D. Savaros |
Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Appraise ships: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12In the case that I make it to the ships
"Kasumi?...a sly smile tore across his face now, seizing what appeared like a trouble making scheme. I'm stepping out for a bit, Somethings come up". Takio's eyes glint with a feral and yet playful intent.
Getting up from his chair the lean man glides towards the door passing the other two crew mates absentmindedly. Keeping his cool amoung the townspeople to more or less 'blend in', Takio continued following the guards at the distance.
Mr. Nomington |
Takio follows the Naval men at a distance, keeping out of sight and following them to the out skirts of the docks. Lieutenant Commander Corigan can be seen giving orders to his men and a group of two split off and head in the direction of the Naval Barracks at a running pace. Corigan along with the other five men proceed onto the Corvette with the red striped flag. He disappears into the lower decks with Jaythail on his shoulder still unconscious. The remaining men begin to prep the mast and riggings. The original two Navy men that were guarding the ship begin a patrol around the docks.
Perception for Guard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Perception for Guard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
The guards pass by Takio none the wiser on their patrol of the docks.
Kasumi Yukishiro |
Long after Takio had left, Kasumi lifts his head from his hands momentarily and looks about as if startled. He shrugs, rests his head back again and sighs. "It's too nice a day to get caught, Takio.." He said, mumbling off to rest again.
Faltain Panocc |
Knowledge: History on Iron Depths: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Faltain pauses to consider Clubsen's point, and wonders if it's really possible for Jaythail to return from a prison as impressive as Iron Depths after a week as she said she would.
Turning to Kasumi as he rises from his seat, Faltain says slowly, "I'm not sure about you, but I'd rather risk getting into a spot of trouble than never seeing Jaythail again."
With those words, Faltain runs full tilt out of the bar, hoping to catch his friends and help Jaythail in any way he can.
Kasumi Yukishiro |
After Faltain's departure, Kasumi's chair sets down with a loud thud and a screech as it slides over the floor briefly. The elf stands and begins to make his way out, but turns to look mournfully at their abandoned table and drinks. "Sorry to be an inconvenience, Calvin." He sifts through one of the pouches at his belt and reveals two gold pieces. "A tip for your girls." And he tosses them one by one back to Calvin before leaving the bar.
Outside, Kasumi pulls up his grey'd hood and walks rather carefree toward the docks, doing his best to avoid the guards' scrutiny on the way. He was just taking a stroll through town, admiring what sights there were."What does that even mean, Faltain? I simply have faith in her." He continued on at his relaxed pace, musing quietly to himself about the daily life of a frog under his breath as he went, though for reputations' sake, he would stop should anyone approach him. Wouldnt want people to think he's crazy on top of lazy. Bad for business.
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2
Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Mr. Nomington |
Faltain meets up with Clubsen and Bonvorio just outside the bar. A few moments later, Kasumi exits the bar with his hood up and saunters twards the direction of the docks. A light spring breeze pulls at your clothes as you stand in the rather empty cobblestone streets. The waning moon hangs just above the bay, casting is light down allowing for the slightest ripples in the water to be seen.
Kasumi's journey is uneventful on his way to the docks. Wether that be because there was nothing of note or from the fact of Kasumi's immersed interest in frogs at the given time divided his attention just so.
Takio notices a muttering Kasumi approaching. The words that he can make out suggests a spell involving live frogs as a material component and wether it is ethical to use them.
The guard on patrol have since moved to the other end of the docks at the given time. Aside from the hustle and bustle aboard the Navy Corvette. Only one other sound pierces the bay. The sound of a sword being sharpened aboard the Merchant Clipper. A mercenary sits just below a lantern aboard the ship, sharpening his bladed rhythmically. Occasionally the man looks around and/or taking a drink or a bite to eat from a mug and plate sitting on a barrel.
Faltain Panocc |
Faltain comes to an abrupt stop as he comes across Bonvorio and Clubsen outside of the bar. He pauses next to them and quickly says, "Come on, boys! If we're going to give Jaythail a hand, we better hurry down to the docks. I'm willing to bet Corigain took her aboard his ship if he's serious about taking her down to the Iron Depths."
He begins to make his way toward the docks, but waits for his companions to join him so they can make their way there together.
Clubsen D'veetch |
perc to notice Takio: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
perc to notice Kasumi: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
trying to get this group to unite is like trying to teach a herd of cats to tap dance on a storm swell... (sigh) Takio's on his way to the docks now, I didn't see Kasumi wake up, or leave for that matter, but he seems to be gone and he'll probably be there as well so, yes, let's go
unlike Faltain he doesn't wait for the others to join him, assuming that, with their friends safety in mind, they'll fall in line.
Jimmy D. Stripe |
With a deep breath, Jimmy whiffed the fresh salty air and exclaimed. "We made it!!!"
Jimmy lowered his hand down towards Pocky in a fist and the cub then raised its paw to it in a sign of friendship.
"RAWR" The baby cub exclaimed.
"That's right pocky, we are free. I'm gunna be the pirate king and you are gunna be my first mate!
It wasn't clear whether Jimmy could truely translate what the panda was saying, but it was assumed he had a deeper understanding of its feelings.
Mr. Nomington |
Jimmy's cry of excitement pierces the veil of silence. The Navy men stop what they are doing to stare at the individual in the rowboat. As does the mercenary who's rhythmic blade sharpening stops suddenly. Corigain is seen leaving the lower decks.
"What are you all doing?! Get back to work!" He yells out.
"Lieutenant Commander Corigain, their is a man in a rowboat over there! He shouted something about being pirate king!" One of the guards responds.
Corigain looks out into the bay and sees Jimmy and Pocky on the rowboat.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
He also spots Takio and Kasumi as well as the rest of the group. That has arrived at the docks.
"Huh? That rabble that was with Jaythail? Men! Stop them from getting on the ship! They are going to try and set her free!"
The Naval men grab their Cutlass's and are heading in the main groups direction, Corigain readies his musket from the ship.
The group is 80ft away from the guards and 120ft from Corigain.
INITIATIVES!!!
For Guards and Corigain: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Clubsen D'veetch |
Dammit Jimmy! This why we can't have nice things!
initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Edit:
He runs as far and fast as his little legs can take him toward Corigain's corvette double move
Takio D. Savaros |
Initiatives: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Speaking under his breath for only Kasumi to hear, "For F$^! sake, if he gets us killed I'll kill him"
Turning towards Jimmy directing his entire frustration at him, "Pirate King my A$$,... can't do anything if you're dead"
Kasumi Yukishiro |
initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
"I should have stayed in my damn chair. I was comfortable." He said, making a grumpy pouting face.
"I guess it can't be helped. Fool though he may be, the others were hell bent on coming here anyway. The outcome would have been the same."
Kasumi drew his scimitar from its sheath. The cool steel singing to the breeze. "Shall we, then?"
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Jimmy D. Stripe |
"Shii Shii Shii", Jimmy laughed.
"Well I guess we gotta fight Pocky!"
"r-rawr",said Pocky.
Jimmy rolled up his sleeves and was ready for battle.
Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Bonvorio Dellark |
Sighs very heavy
Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
looking at the 2nd Navy Corvette, is there a crew on board?
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Bonvorio Dellark |
Going to take a deep breath then Dive into the water
Swim: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
going to attempt to swim under the 2nd Navy Corvette and climb up the other side to hopefully catch the 2 guards on deck by surprise
Takio D. Savaros |
Takio begins heading towards one of the Corvettes. opposite of the Corvette Corigain was on if possible breaking line of sight from Corigain while pulling out his long spear.
Move towards the corvette without Corrigan on it.
Kasumi Yukishiro |
Kasumi casts a shield spell on himself before following Takio.
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Faltain Panocc |
Seeing the crowd of soldiers heading toward him and his friends, Faltain finds a nearby barrel of fish and tries to spill its contents across the dock in an attempt to create an obstacle for the soldiers. He then crouches behind the nearest barrel to avoid Corigain's shot.
Grapple to spill fish barrel: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Mr. Nomington |
Faltain tips over a nearby barrel of fish. Causing its contents to spill out over the cobblestone twards the advancing guards. The area in a 5ft by 10ft long area is now slippery. Slippery Terrain Rules
Takio and Kasumi break off from the others to and begin making their way to the second Corvette.
Clubsen moves twards Corigains Corvette and subsequently shot at by Corigains readied action.
Deadly Aim Musket Shot: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 1 - 2 = 16
Musket Shot: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Corigains musket shot knicks Clubsens hair! The advantages of his small stature become apparent as he continues charging forward!
Jimmy and Bonivario begin swimming to Corigain's Corvette.
Navy's Turn
Corigain curses and reloads his musket. The shot that rings out over the city alerts the two patrolling guards as well as the two on the other Corvette. They begin to move on the group. The other five remaining guards move off the ship and split into two groups. Two
head twards Takio and Kasumi. The other three in Clubsen and Faltain's direction.
Currently the Navy are 40ft away. Corigain is still upon the Corvette.
Player's Turn
Takio D. Savaros |
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Giving a brief glance towards the others, Takio observes the battlefield momentarily. A look of stress sears across his face and turns into frustration. "I was hoping to keep this a secret..."
Takio looks towards Kasumi, "Kasumi, you have my back right?"
Touch Attack on Guard: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Damage on Guard: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
move up to guard and sonic touch attack
Edit: Touch Attack confirm on Guard: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
If only feintly, ripples in the air around Takios hand begin forming. Transparent yet seemingly there like watching the heat from a flame. Coming to a calm only after connecting with the guard's chest causing the guard to gasp with air. For a moment not a dull thrumming was heard.
Kasumi Yukishiro |
"Of course." Kasumi follows suit, striking Takio's target with a secret of his own as his arm glazes over with frost, then Snow.
Snow Touch Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
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Clubsen D'veetch |
just in case it wasn't noticed, since the musket missed anyway, but this close to a body of water my AC is +2
MY HAIR! enraged as he thinks about just how many times he has to shift in his sleep to get his hair to stand just so, Clubsen closes another 20' toward the sailors before whistling his intent to the others because, of course we have a whistle code and casting obscuring mists, noting the positions of his people, the corvettes, the sailors and his distance from the water.
Mr. Nomington |
Clubsen D'veetch |
Takio D. Savaros |
Looking inquisitively at Kasumi as he finishes off the guard, nodding towards Clubsen's direction... "we have a whistle code?"