Made my save; r15+5-who cares; it's less than 5.
Untrained; can't help; sorry."Are you hurt?" to the changeling.
The still-smoldering young woman actually laughs at that. "Yeah, I guess so, but it was mostly a nasty surprise. Does your Flame have some succor for one such as me today?"
Trinkis shouts, "Help me with the wheel so I can turn her!" The ship judders as the elemental rages in its containment ring, and timbers begin to buckle.
“Stay back. The elemental has gone powermad!” Jalana screams over the roar of the air elemental as she tries to keep her balance with the diving ship.
"I've got it! It's feedback! We've entered an extremely strong area of magic! Trinkis is right -- we must get the elemental back out of the magical field!"
"Gaaaaaah!" screams Trinkis as the jungle rapidly approaches, his eyes wide and the tendons in his neck bulging as he grapples with the unresponsive helm.
Acrobatics failed by more than 5. rolled a 3...slips to the edge of the deck.....and....oblivion...
The ship rolls unexpectdly, pitching Rodergo towards the rail.
Guh!!!
Gil will attempt to cast Fly on herself.
Concentration check 1d20+11=31
She won't "take off" unless 1) someone falls and she has a chance of reaching them or 2) there's imminent ship - tree collision.
Rolund had been on the stern deck at the rear when the ship took the plunge. Gripping the railing helped keep his balance with the armor but as the ground gets closer and he sees Trinkis struggling with the controls, he lets go and slides towards the wheel to help him turn it.
He grips the wheel and throws his might at it but it barely budges. “Some help here.”
"Sweet Arawai! What's going on?" Seeing Trinkis' plight at the helm, Janosz bounds over and grabs the wheel. "Now... Which way to you want to go?"
With all of them pulling at the wheel, it begins to turn. With a groan the ship begins a gradual, ponderous turn and the prow begins to lift, slowing their descent. The ground is coming up very close now.
The ship turns with agonising slowness. The bows begin to lift and for a few moments it looks like the Eagle might make it. But, before the ship is completely level, there is a crash as it skims the treetops. A particularly huge tree rears up ahead and the ship slams into it, massive branches thundering to the deck, sweeping crewmen from their feet and ripping holes in the hull.
Rod made the climb check to hang on; then the reflex check to dodge the tree branch......
It smacks the rail, missing his head....he hangs on for dear life.
When they come to a halt,....
"Is everybody okay?"
"I'm OK. Dunno about the ship, though."
Once she has her wits about her, Gil will fly to where Rod is hanging and assist him in climbing back onto the deck.
Soon as he can, Rod pops of three charges from a cmw wand; Gil's at max whenever that happens.
"I thank you....I must admit to a severe lacking of brachiational abilities, much less flight....."
An errant branch catches Rolund in the shoulder causing him to loose his grip on the wheel and knocking him off the ship. However a quick grab finds him dangling from one of the ship’s rigging that had come undone.
Meanwhile Jalana suffers no discomfort as her elven reflexes allow her to avoid the tree branches.
Damn that pyromaniac bonehead knight!!!
(edit)whew!
Gil will continue her superhero act to aid Rolund. I'm sure she cannot lift him, but perhaps she can lighten his load to climb back up? Or at least bring a rope to him and tie it around him so others on the ship can pull him back up.
With the changeling's and warforged's aid, Rolund is able to pull himself back on the ship. Once there he moves his shoulder a bit to check his injury and surveys the damage the ship has taken.
Some combat training or Flame granted reflex kicks in, and Lightbringer manages to dive aside from the stray lightning bolt that catches Gil, but he is thrown to the ground and swept towards the railing as the ship drops, lurches and banks, barely managing to hang onto the rail before pitching over the side. Fortunately his prone position and the rail itself protects him from the branches sweeping across at head height to the deck a moment before the ship crashes into an enormous tree trunk.
Lightbringer attempts to pick himself up off the deck and looks about for anyone that needs assistance.
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Trinkis regains control of the elemental and manages to pull the ship's prow up, getting it above the level of the trees, and slow it down. Raining sections of hull down to the forest floor, the Eagle comes to a halt just short of a rocky spire. Marrius peers over the side and winces. "Well, at least we don't need to float on water. Val, get a detail down there to get some tarp over those holes - that'll have to serve in the meantime. Sal, check out the containment ring, give me a damage report. Ferez, give a report on crew casualties."
As the reports come in, it turns out two of the crew were killed in the crash, and the containment ring suffered minor, fortunately reparable, damage. "I think what we suffered was elemental feedback," explains Sal. "It's a theoretical problem when a bound elemental interacts with a strong arcane field, causing excess elemental manifestation. That explains the lightning. What it doesn't explain is why the ship crashed, since it's naturally buoyant - it's a natural property of the soarwood hull. I can only posit that there is a very powerful warding around the Cairns preventing magical flight. Whatever that warding is, it is something I've never seen. I wouldn't like to hazard how they might have done it, but I know it's too powerful for me to negate."
Marrius nods. "The ship is going to need repairs before we can set off again. I don't like hanging around here but with the hull damaged like this we might not survive the next storm we run into. It sounds like you are going to have to go to te Cairns by foot. We'll wait for you for a week, but then we are out of here, arrangement or no arrangement."
Rolund concentrates for a moment of healing as he listens to the captain give orders and the crew makes their reports. After they are done, he says, “Agreed, Captain. One week. Before we leave, do you need any assistance?”
"One week should be plenty. If I can find a half-decent trail, we can be at the Cairns in a day, perhaps even less. Once there, on the other hand..."
Lightbringer nods. “We will do what we can to help you here Captain, then we had best be on our way.”
The paladin retrieves his equipment and Basher from below-decks and prepares to leave.
"One week should be plenty. If I can find a half-decent trail, we can be at the Cairns in a day, perhaps even less. Once there, on the other hand..."
"What in Xoriat! Ahhhhhhhh!"
Runzyl is completely at a loss for what to do, though he responds to Rolund's cries for aid in turning the ship . Still on deck when the ship crashes, the elf is struck hard by wayward branches and suffers a serious concussion. His forehead oozes blood and the surrounding tissue is angry red. Still, the Valenar stands despite his injuries.
"Wha- what just happened?"
Burnt 2 first lvls for 2 clw's; Runzyl's at max again.
"We....landed....after a fashion. Here; it looks like the greater tuberosity of your right femur is fractured, as well as your pubic bone and the 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th ribs on the right. This'll fix that....yerrs...forgive the proximity of my hands, good fellow..."
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Oh; I missed that part. I was just going with what I thought the wreck would cause...broke ribs, broke hips. I left out shattered feet cos that creeps me out for some reason.
The Crimson Eagle ties up the rock spire about 80' above the ground. The rough pillar is steep but fairly easily climbed so the crew set up a ropewalk from the ship to the rock and then ropes to aid in climbing down. Meanwhile, they get to grips with repairing the Eagle from the stores on board the ship and the sound of hammering, sawing and the swearing of sailors mixes with the hoots and chitters of the jungle denizens.
I have no other means to provide than walking.
As can Basher. Gil has nothing to contribute to transporting the party that I can think of.
The party head into the jungle towards the Grey Cairns. The sounds of their shipmates are soon lost in the cacophany of animal life. The terrain is tough to navigate - steep-sided gorges choked with vegetation, rocky defiles slick with moss and gripped by scrambling vines. Insects buzz incessantly and orchids sprout from walls and tree trunks. It is hard-going, clambering over rocks and fallen trees and cutting through undergrowth. It is a hot, sweaty and dirty slog.