Dread Captain Devon |
Yeah ok...
Mel wings the archer from across the river while the brawler and the freebooter stand on the other shore.
Fjori holds fast on the rope admonishing the gnome to scurry across while Bart charges forward. The strange terrain and the sudden assault leave the Chelaxian off guard and his punch falls short of his foe.
Quillin becomes rattled by the sharp tone from Fjori and lands in the muck for his trouble. Swim check would be a good idea
Fjori has a split second to act...[ooc]I'm gonna say that basically Fjori held his action to round's end because he would have waited for Quillin and I am not going to charge an action to "hold the rope".
Fjori
then
Round 2
I'll wait just in case it changes the archers action who is first in the round.
Dread Captain Devon |
Anyone else having logon problems? I couldn't get on to the site yesterday and its acting weird today...
Seeing the large Chelaxian in his face the archer backpedals up the shore a few feet to put just enough space between them to shoot another arrow.
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Obviously discombobulated by the sudden turn of events across the shore and nearby, the archer's shot flies wide and Bart stays unharmed.
Ajani
Hassan
Mel
Ajani Ihejirika |
Once the incantation is completed, the ground next to the spot the cutlass-wielding pirate was once standing trembles, and an entity made entirely of earth and rock rises from the dirt. Ajani directs it immediately toward the archer pirate, at which time the elemental turns and glides effortlessly across the ground, one club-like arm lifted, ready to attack as soon as it is within range.
Not sure if I did these stats right or not, what with the Augment Summoning. I basically just gave it +2 to HP, Attack, CMB, Fort save, and CMD, and +3 Damage since strength-and-a-half on a 20 Str would be +7. If I did some of the math wrong please let me know!
N Small outsider (earth, elemental, extraplanar)
Init –1; Senses darkvision 60 ft., tremorsense 60 ft.; Perception +4
Defense
AC 17, touch 10, flat-footed 17 (–1 Dex, +7 natural, +1 size)
hp 17 (2d10+6)
Fort +6, Ref –1, Will +3
Immune elemental traits
Offense
Speed 20 ft., burrow 20 ft., earth glide
Melee slam +8 (1d6+7)
Special Attacks earth mastery
Statistics
Str 20, Dex 8, Con 17, Int 4, Wis 11, Cha 11
Base Atk +2; CMB +6; CMD 15
Feats Improved Bull Rush, Power Attack
Skills Appraise +1, Climb +9, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +1, Knowledge (planes) +1, Perception +4, Stealth +7
The stat blocks say specifically that the earth mastery isn't counted on the given stats, so that's another +1 Atk/Dmg. Woo!
Attack (Charge): 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 = 10
DM Devon |
The magic missles arc over the expanse and slam into the archer but the assailant is still on his feet. Ajani finishes his casting and Mel cheers on her companion.
Maheem finishes his sword cleaning and turns to watch events unfold on the other bank. He remains wordless as he watches the group of you.
Bart
Quillin (Swims to shore)
Fjori
Bartolomeo da Cofresi |
Bart spits as he swipes at the remaining assailant. He grips his knuckles tightly around the brutal weapon.
Unarmed (Brass Knuckles) Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Critical Confirmation: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 In the words of Batman, Ka-pow!
Damage: 2d3 + 16 ⇒ (3, 1) + 16 = 20
Bart smiles in violent glee as he feels the skin of the man's cheek tear and his teeth shatter. He revels in the familiar sensation of the callouses on his knuckles skin back, and the feeling of flecks of his opponent's blood, spittle, and teeth against his face.
Ajani Ihejirika |
Just to let y'all know, after Christmas I'm going to be out of town for an anniversary/Christmas trip with my wife and likely won't be able to post again until Saturday or Sunday. Feel free to DMPC Ajani. Y'all have a Merry Christmas!
Quillin |
Quillin drags himself from the muck and looks down forlornly at the muck covering his finery. With a snap and a stamp, the gnome suddenly starts shaking like a bowl full of jelly and momentarily blurs as water and muck flies off him. Muck-free he inspects himelf and calls Smudge back down. With a grin, he notes to his sidekick, "Nothing like gnomish magic. I'd prefer not to do anymore swimming today though."
gnome magic- prestidigitation
Dread Captain Devon |
The fight ends in sudden brutal display as Bart lashes out with a well practiced hook, the brass knuckles whistling as the swing through the air. The whistle of wind turns into an almost sickening kER-ack! as Bart lands the solid edge of the knuckles on the archer's lower jaw.
To those across the muck all that can be seen to accompany the gruesome sound is the sickly unnatural twist of the man's head as his spine clearly breaks from the force of the punch. Closer still Fjori can see the obvious shattering and spitting of teeth and blood. But it is the Chelaxian who see the full effect of his brutal blow as the jaw turns into spider-webbed mush, almost liquid from the power and angle of the blow, the man's cheek and eye socket almost look like broken glass as the blood vessels in the mans face pop from the force.
Head twisted much too far the archer falls with a thud into the muck, well past dead and probably standing at the foot of Pharasma to be judged before his body settles.
Ajani Ihejirika |
Ajani frowns, apparently a little put out by the sudden end to the fight. "Congratulations to you, Bart! Quite a...a sudden end to hostilities." he said to his friend, then turned to the elemental he had summoned.
"My apologies to you, friend spirit of the earth. I wish you had been able to do more to aid our cause, but I'm certain there will be need of your services again in the relatively near future." he spoke to the earthen companion. By the time the elemental had nodded his stone head, the spell's duration had passed, and the being sank back into the ground at their feet, returning to the elemental plane of earth.
Ajani Ihejirika |
"I am afraid my powers of command over the allies I can call to the field are presently...limited, at best. As I grow more powerful, my ability to maintain my hold on their presence on this plane of existence will grow stronger."
Quillin |
perhaps we're all stunned by the brutal description of Bart's fisticuffs. Actually, I had no idea who Maheem is, but a little digging shows he might be friendly to Hassan.
Quillin scowls as Smudge promptly poops on his freshly cleaned shoulder.
"Damn bird! Scram!" Smudge flaps back to the branch cackling as Quillin recomposes himself.
"Fancy meeting you here, Maheem. Come here often?"
Fjori Ulfsson |
Fjori limps over to where Bart stands over the crumpled form of the archer.
A good shot!! You make Ulfen berserkers jealous with such a strike!" he laughs as he slaps the man on the shoulder.
"Let us get to the other side now and join our friends. And discover why Maheem is here.
Melissa Evendale |
Im about to start running this AP. For a tabletop group. Is there a link for the further adventures of this group? This has been an excelent read and id love to see how it turns out for this group.
Glad you are enjoying our little tale..this is it for these characters so far..just keep watching
Hassan Al-Quorri |
Hassen bows deeply to the Rahadoumi pirate.
"Many and humble apologies for my mistake, oh brother of sea and sail. May we take by your action that you have wed yourself to our cause? Together we surely will be a force to recon with, and Plugg and his many dogs will at last be sent to meet their final judgement. Praise the gods that it shall be so."
Dread Captain Devon |
perhaps we're all stunned by the brutal description of Bart's fisticuffs. Actually, I had no idea who Maheem is, but a little digging shows he might be friendly to Hassan.
Indeed. A hard hit and a lot of damage on a guy already chipped away at. Figured it needed to be appropriate when a guy with a fist of metal does more damage than a normal weapon might.
The tall complacent face of Maheem looks down at Hassan and then looks about the rest of the group. Slowly cocking an eyebrow, a strange break from his normal scowl, the pirate offers a response in a rumbling baritone that is almost difficult to hear with his thick accent, You speak so much and say so little. Plugg and Scourge left me to kill you and I am no fool. The pirate offers a quick jerk of his thumb at the body on the other shore for emphasis.
Maheem continues,The dog has a bite, that Plugg but off his leash. He is not worth helping. I go back to the shore and help fix the ship. Once we set sail, we can discuss if I am "wed to your cause"
FYI a shortbow, 6 arrows, two cutlasses and about 15 gp in mixed change is all you can find on the two other pirates.
Bartolomeo da Cofresi |
As Maheem turns to leave, Bart claps him on the shoulder. "عدو عدوي هو أخي، إذا لم يكن في السندات الدم," he says, the guttural Rahadoumi accent flowing naturally over his tongue. In truth it is one of the few Osiriani phases he knows.
Melissa Evendale |
Mel nods at Maheems words.."Pragmatic but sensible" she comments all trace of the rough Riddleport street accent gone from her voice "Alive or dead that is three fewer we have to face come the final act with Plugg.He probably considers it inconceivable that we would defeat his ambush"
Dread Captain Devon |
TO Quillin's question Maheem half shrugs and points further west. To the question of Quinn he merely rumbles, Alive
As Bart offers his comment the Rahadoumi merely cocks his head at Bart and then nods slowly, his ever present scowl betraying nothing more.
Grunting at Mel's observation the pirate leaves you all with your thoughts as he enters the river of muck and proceeds to power through the quicksand hand over hand, his powerful frame making it seem he was simply swimming through water.
To the West the rough trail through the mire continues with the occasional patch of wild jungle or thorny swamp foliage breaking the landscape and further obscuring the dangers down the way.
Moving on?
Dread Captain Devon |
You continue on your way and find the foliage not only mixes with the jungle but grows equally dense even this far into the swamp. Mangrove trees, tall grasses and sickly bushes mix with the fetid damp of the mire and muck that seems to mark this land. With Ajani's abilities and careful observation however you are able to stay on relatively solid ground and avoid any major issue.
After about an hour you come to a break in the plant life. A terrible stench fills the swamp here, a fetid odor of cheap perfume and rotting flesh. A huge tree stands in the middle of a clearing in the swamp, draped with some sort of huge tent. Lurid, painted faces cover both the tree trunk and tent,and both are decorated with rotting humanoid body parts and carpets of squirming insects.
Bartolomeo da Cofresi |
"Hoofah!" Bart exclaims, waving a hand in front of his face as he enters the clearing. "By everything, that's rank. And I've worked a fishing boat!"
Rubbing a knuckle to clear his watering eyes, Bart approaches the tree and tent. He looks warily at the decor, suspiciously eying the faces. "Eh," he shrugs. "I've been with worse."
Hassan Al-Quorri |
Hassan stands back, observing from a save distance (for his nose, delicate flower that it is, and so greatly punished over the past several weeks already that surely all on earth or in the heavens would declare it a crime of the highest nature to abuse it further).
Ajani Ihejirika |
Ajani wrinkles his nose in distaste, his simian sense of smell keener than any human's. "By Gozreh's beard, that is rank. I doubt I've smelled anything worse in my entire life...and considering where we've been the last few weeks, that's saying something."
He stands at a distance while Fjori and Bart approach the tent-like structure.