Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
Ok, seems like everyone is waiting until they are in super short range, so.. advancing the round.
Round 6
The dragons move up another 100ft, and then begin going into evasive maneuvers as they close.
Round 7
The ships move forward another 25 ft (closing the distance another square), The Edge swings back around, canting the starboard side toward the dragons.
Kiana wins her own 100 gp as her arrow is the first to take out a wyrmling, a blue going spinning out of the flock, tail over nose, toward the ocean below.
Just as a cheer goes up from the crews to see a dragon fall, the front of The Blade explodes, sending out a gout of fire 15 feet long and a pillar of smoke. The explosion is followed by another and another jet of fire, and another and another, and they keep coming, 15 foot jets of fire and a sound like thunder crashing down on the ship, so rapidly that it's like one giant peal of thunder across the sky.
The ship heaves sharply starboard, like a wounded gazelle.
Both ships are absolutely silent as what looks like a terrible accident aboard The Blade turns into a misty cloud of blood an a rain of dragon body parts falling out of the sky. Less than a handful of wyrmlings survive the assault of whatever hell weapon The Blade unleashed, and even the larger dragons are trailing blood and severed limbs as they fly through whatever that was.
"Hah! You stupid deadscales! Take that!" Roars The Edge's Master Gunner. "Kill those fu..." But the rest of his words are drown out as 15 foot flames begin to gout from the front of The Blade's starboard side, and the wave of death begins to plod down the Brown Dragon's flying wedge.
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
my apologies! I was afraid people were getting bored, and didn't want to derail the game. You still get your actions, feel free to fire, there are still dragons left after The Blade's attack. half a dozen wyrmlings were missed, and the four larger ones are still up. I'd have no issues with you picking out one of the survivors earlier, or even a bigger one.
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
Flick flaps along, firing his bow as fast as he can as the dragons approach. But the evasive (but slower) flight the dragons are using confound his best attempts.
As the roar unleashes itself less than 30 feet from him, his ears are battered, and the very air pounds at his body as he flies along next to the ship. Smoke stings his eyes as he see's dragon body parts raining from the sky.
Craft (Sculpting) check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
A result of 20 to 29 creates a construct that looks like an accurate portrayal of that creature type.
N Small construct
Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception -
DEFENSE
AC 18, touch 13, flat-footed 16 (+2 Dex, +5 natural, +1 size)
HP 15 (1d10+10)
Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +0; Immune construct traits
OFFENSE
Speed Fly 20 ft. (Average)
Melee (only if changed; duration goes from 4 hours to 4 rounds; slam +2 (1d6+3 with Improved Slam Attack (Ex))
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
STATISTICS
Str 15, Dex 15, Con —, Int —, Wis 11, Cha 10
BAB +1, CMB +2; CMD 14
Feats -
Skills: Can perform any simple task of DC 10 or less for its' duration.
SPECIAL ABILITIES (Two options from Menu A; one option from Advanced Constructs Menu A)
Fly (Ex)
Improved Slam Attack (Ex) (in case it changes to attack)
Utility (Ex)
You're for the rear of the ship. Connor told the new construct. "That leaves me for the rigging and the sails." he muttered to himself.
Round 7
Connor moved to the central sail of the ship, the better to see damage from all sides.
Round 8
Connor clapped his hands to his ears from the sound of the cannon. He looked to see how far away the dragons were from the Edge.
Perception:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Connor's stats:
Holding psionic focus (Energy type=Sonic); Power Points=7/11; AC=18/14/14 with IA; Active Powers=Inertial Armor manifested (2 hour duration); three Astral Constructs active
Male Half-Elf HP 31/31 | PP 16/16 | AC/Touch/Flat 19 (20)/14 (15)/15 (16) | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+5/+6 | Init +4 | Per +11 | Psychic Warrior (Martial Kineticist) 4
Sam grabs on to whatever is convenient and watches his ship deal death unto the dragons. To be fair it was an impressive show but he was certain the dragons were expecting this. Waiting until the last moment, he pulls heat from the air around him and levels and hand at the oncoming dragons, waiting to see what will come into his range first.
Readying an action to cast Energy Ray (fire) as soon as there is a dragon within 30ft of him.
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
Continuing The Blade's attack run
As the ship finishes unleashing hell from the port side, and reaches halfway down the line of dragons, the starboard side begins to unleash the same sort of hell on the dragons. The browns have no more warning than the blues did when their world turns into a blur of agony.
The front ranks of the dragons are decimated. The remaining dragons scatter, but continue toward the ship. Behind them, a red cloud slowly rains down on the ocean amid raining body parts.
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
Targeting:
1 - Sails
2 - Deck
3 - Hull
4 - Keel
5 - Engines (treat as Hull if no engines possible)
The large blue dragon breaths out, a long line of electricity smashing out into The Blade.
Horizontal:1d12 ⇒ 8 Vertical:1d5 ⇒ 4
The electricity slams into The Edge's keel, near the engine room.
Damage:6d8 ⇒ (3, 4, 8, 6, 2, 1) = 24
reset:1d4 ⇒ 2
Edge HP : 125 - 4 = 121
The medium blue dragon also breaths.
Horizontal, can only hit one spot.
Vertical:1d5 ⇒ 4
The electricity slams into The Edge's keel, just below the weapon ports.
Damage:3d8 ⇒ (3, 7, 8) = 18
reset:1d4 ⇒ 2
Edge HP : 121 - 2 = 119
The large brown dragon breaths out, a long line of superheated sand smashes out into The Blade.
Only one spot it can hit horizontally
Vertical:1d5 ⇒ 3
The superheated sand slams into The Edge's keel, near the weapon ports. The ship's vibration suddenly increases with the hit, as if something in the weapons room was not working as good as it had been.
Damage:6d8 ⇒ (1, 8, 6, 8, 1, 5) = 29
reset:1d4 ⇒ 2
Edge HP : 119 - 6 = 113
The medium brown dragon also breaths.
Horizontal, can only hit one spot.
Vertical:1d5 ⇒ 5
The superheated sand slams into The Edge's hull, near the weapon ports.
Damage:3d8 ⇒ (1, 3, 8) = 12
reset:1d4 ⇒ 2
Edge HP : 113 - 2 = 111
Those who have readied actions can use them now, in this round. I will advance the round after readied actions are taken, as the ships will continue to move forward 25 ft.
temp HP:9, +2 dmg 3 mins HP (21/21) | AC/Touch/Flat 19/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+8/+3 | Init +5 | Per +6 | Brutal Disruptor (3)
how close are the dragons? I had two powers i wanted to manifest, about the time Reaghar thinks would be two rounds from their being within 60ft of him.
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
Check the map Reaghar, at the top, the deck one, it shows where the dragons are, count the squares, one per 5ft. THey are on top of the Blade now, and will hit the Edge next round.
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
ROUND 9
The ships move forward 25 feet.
Sammark points at the large blue dragon winging past, blasting the ship, and then a spot on it's hide erupts into flames, making the angry dragon hiss and roar.
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
The ships move forward another 25 ft (closing the distance another square), The Edge swings back around, canting the starboard side toward the dragons.
Kiana and a dozen crewmen and women unload on the large blue dragon, arrows, bullets, all tear into the large dragon that Sammark attacked, and as the dragon keeps flapping, more and more bits of it are falling off, until finally one of it's wings collapses and it begins plummeting for the ocean below.
Half a dozen rifles fire into the medium blue dragon behind it, as it falls, and that dragon also crumples in on itself.
Both the Dragonbane weapons (whatever they are) unload on the Large Brown dead ahead of The Blade. Even though one misses, the other seems to riddle it with enough wounds that it finally collapses, wings fluttering as it begins tumbling toward the ocean so far below.
Awaiting PC actions, if any, will advance again tomorrow. I'd mention that the dial Selvan is monitoring is spiking toward the red now, but he seems to have stopped posting. :(
Male Half-Elf HP 31/31 | PP 16/16 | AC/Touch/Flat 19 (20)/14 (15)/15 (16) | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+5/+6 | Init +4 | Per +11 | Psychic Warrior (Martial Kineticist) 4
As the carnage unfolds around him, Sam pulls in another shimmer of energy. He remains preternaturally calm despite the reports of the guns and cannons rocking the ship.
Regaining Psionic Focus, going to cause some real damage next turn.
Alys steps to the port side of the bow and fires a potshot at the medium dragon approaching the flank. Her weapon goes off not with a loud bang, as would be expected by the shape, but rather a dull pulsing sound, barely audible over the gunfire.
Connor watched as the blue dragons breathed -lightning!- at the skyships, and the brown dragons used some kind of sand blast. Both type of attacks damaged the wooden vessels of the Ashen Blade and the Ashen Edge. Electricity. I'm going to have to remember that. Connor thought as the archers and firearm-holders continued to target the flying reptiles.
He saw Alys against the railing, near the bow of the ship, and realized he had forgotten. People in the air. Elrohir. Now Alys. There were others as well. Connor concentrated, manifesting again.
Craft (Sculpting) check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
A result of 20 to 29 creates a construct that looks like an accurate portrayal of that creature type.
N Small construct
Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception -
DEFENSE
AC 18, touch 13, flat-footed 16 (+2 Dex, +5 natural, +1 size)
HP 15 (1d10+10)
Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +0; Immune construct traits
Resistance (Ex) (Electricity 5)
OFFENSE
Speed Fly 20 ft. (Average)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
STATISTICS
Str 15, Dex 15, Con —, Int —, Wis 11, Cha 10
BAB +1, CMB +2; CMD 14
Feats -
Skills: Can perform any simple task of DC 10 or less for its' duration.
SPECIAL ABILITIES (Two options from Menu A; one option from Advanced Constructs Menu A)
Fly (Ex)
Resistance (Ex) (Electricity 5)
Utility (Ex)
You are to catch anyone human-shaped who falls more than 20 feet below the keel level of the lowest ship, Connor commanded the astral construct as it formed, and bring them back, placing them on the deck of the closest ship. Do not attack, but go around obstacles. Do not get between cannons or archers and the dragons. Continue as long as you exist.
The astral construct flew off the port (Port is left!) side, and Connor wondered if one recovery construct would be enough.
Connor's stats:
Holding psionic focus (Energy type=Sonic); Power Points=6/11; AC=18/14/14 with IA; Active Powers=Inertial Armor manifested (2 hour duration); four Astral Constructs active
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
Targeting 1 - Sails 2 - Deck 3 - Hull 4 - Keel 5 - Engines (treat as Hull if no engines possible)
The gargantuan blue dragon swoops around The Blade, and breaths out, an enormous bolt of electricity smashes out into The Edge.
Horizontal:1d26 ⇒ 23 Vertical:1d5 ⇒ 3
The electricity slams into The Edge's aft hull, the entire ship shudders and it jerks sideways from the blast. Several crewpeople go staggering around Reflex DC 5 to avoid falling. Wood blisters and burns, and the outer hull cracks and burns in spots, although the wood absorbs a lot of the magic in the blast before it can damage the ship.
The Large blue dragon also breaths out as it too swoops around to attack The Edge
Horizontal:1d26 ⇒ 8 Vertical:1d5 ⇒ 2
The electricity pours over the deck of The Edge, slamming into Alys, Second Mate Trac'Elle, and Able Seaman Brass. The crewmembers are burned by the electricity, but even as it moves over the hull, the electricity seems to be pulled down into the hull itself, and the breath weakens as it washes forward, until what hit's Brass is only a fraction of what hit the ship originally. The deck spalls and burns, blackens and pops from the electrical damage.
Damage:3d8 ⇒ (8, 7, 5) = 20
Alys reflex save DC 18 for 1/4 damage, take 1/2 on failed save, you gain +4 save while in contact with the hull of the ship
Trac'Elle Save for 1/4:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Brass Save for 1/8:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
reset:1d4 ⇒ 1
Edge HP : 236 - 5 - 2 - 1 = 228
The large brown dragon breaths out as well, a long line of superheated sand smashes out into The Edge from the opposite side.
Horizontal:1d26 ⇒ 6 Vertical:1d5 ⇒ 1
The superheated sand slams into The Edge's forward rigging, rope twist and fray and snap, the foresail is shredded into confetti, the boom rigs collapse to the deck with a boom, landing amongst those already being hit by electrical attacks.
Falling Debris Damage:2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7
Alys reflex save DC 15 for 1/2 damage
Trac'Elle Save for 1/2:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Brass Save for 1/2:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
reset:1d4 ⇒ 1
Brass and Trac'elle both grunt in pain as they are struck by bits of boom and tackle that come crashing down around them. Brass looks much worse off than Trac'elle.
Brown Attack Kiana:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
A medium brown flies up and tries to bite Kiana, but his teeth merely slide off a field of energy around her body.
A medium blue flies up and rips into one of the gunnery crew by the cannon. The man puts up an arm to block it, but the dragon just uses that to bite into him, nearly ripping his arm off. The gunnery crewman falls back, cradling his nearly severed arm, screaming in agony.
A medium brown flies up along with the blue, and duplicates the blue's attack ripping into the other gunnery crew by the cannon. The man is savaged by the dragon, his chest ripped open by furious and sharp teeth and blood sent splattering over the cannon. Both men are seriously wounded.
A medium Brown swoops in from the north and grabs ahold of the railing as he snaps at the man with the rifle. The man's body stands there for a few seconds, before tumbling forward past the dragon and over the side, headless as it tumbles toward the ocean below.
A medium Blue swoops in from the south and grabs ahold of the railing and snaps at Sammark. Agony erupts in Sammark's body as the razor sharp teeth rip into his torso, opening up a wound on his chest and shoulder.
A large blue slams into the hull under the Ballista from the south, and clawing his way on the railing, extends his head up to rip into the Ballista gunner who was firing. The man is wounded, but not dead, as the dragon rips into his back, making blood spray.
In another coordinated attack, the large brown swoops in from the north but misses his shot at the gunner on his side when the ballista suddenly turns and slams him in the side of the head. The brown shakes his head muzzily and hisses in frustration.
Blue Attack Flick:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
A medium Blue swoops in and attempts to bite Flick, but the hyperactive elfavian flicks his wings and deftly avoids the attack.
His legs wobbly, Connor endured the attacks from the dragons.
mdt wrote:
The superheated sand slams into The Edge's forward rigging, rope twist and fray and snap, the foresail is shredded into confetti, the boom rigs collapse to the deck with a boom, landing amongst those already being hit by electrical attacks.
"I think it's time to repair." Connor muttered to himself. He mentally sent the command to start repairing the hull to the three constructs on the Ashen Edge. Connor also instructed the rescue-assigned construct to move more towards the center point between the two skyships, and watch for falling humanoids. (If the halvavian falls, the construct will go to catch him; not the headless guy.)
Connor moved to where the rigging had fallen, taking out his dagger to cut rope so he could re-splice it. He kept an eye out for dragons reaching in.
mdt, how are we handing repairs? Profession: sailor checks? The astral constructs have a general DC 10 skill, enough to nail boards across holes in the hull, I guess.
Connor's stats:
Holding psionic focus (Energy type=Sonic); Power Points=7/11; AC=18/14/14 with IA; Active Powers=Inertial Armor manifested (2 hour duration); three Astral Constructs active
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
Reaghar sends his inky black beam out into the already heavily wounded brown dragon on the starboard side. The dragon cries pitifully as it's already torn body is further mangled, but it shakes it's head and continues it's looping turn to attack the ship.
As the shockwave of whatever crazy weapon was unleashed on the dragons ripples through the air, Flick is shaken by the sudden force of the attack. 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18 Fly check.
He then lets fly a pair of arrows as the wyrms come closer, but is too unsteady from the dragonbane attack and his first arrow goes way wide.
If possible, can I target the brown dragon on the starboard side?
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
Not the one on The Blade, due to the rigging on the blade (it's on the back deck) blocking. However, you could target the brown on the starboard side of The Edge, which hasn't had a chance to move in yet.
Just to let you all know, I was travelling heavily 10/27 to 10/29, I'll be catching up on 10/30
Human GM
Just after Reaghar hits the brown with his blast of inky darkness, causing the patterns holding the dragon's body to unravel, Flick's arrow drives in, burying itself in the dragon's chest. For a moment, it appears the dragon was unnaffected... but then it just keeps dropping, wings locked outspread, head slowly drifting down as it continues to glide on in death, it's long slow path to the ocean sped up when it slams into the side of The Edge a few seconds later.
Damage:3d8 ⇒ (8, 3, 4) = 15
Hull planking shatters as the mass of the dragon slams into it at speed, the dragon crumples and tumbles down, taking bits of wood with it.
With a beat of her wings, Alys lifts herself off the Edge's deck and takes after the large dragon at her port side. She aims her psychic weapon at the creature and fires another shot.
Attack:1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 2 = 12 Damage:1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Just after Reaghar hits the brown with his blast of inky darkness, causing the patterns holding the dragon's body to unravel, Flick's arrow drives in, burying itself in the dragon's chest. For a moment, it appears the dragon was unnaffected... but then it just keeps dropping, wings locked outspread, head slowly drifting down as it continues to glide on in death, it's long slow path to the ocean sped up when it slams into the side of The Edge a few seconds later.
[dice=Damage]3d8
Hull planking shatters as the mass of the dragon slams into it at speed, the dragon crumples and tumbles down, taking bits of wood with it.
The Edge HP : 228 - 10 -> 218
Hey! Some of us are trying to work here! No messing up my repairs in the middle of the repair! :)
