GM Mason's Queen of the Dead (Inactive)

Game Master Eminem80

Responding to the tiefling Uriah says No, can't say that I have. But then again, I spent more time looking at Morrgana's rump than at passenger's faces. Uriah grins.

Always ebullient, Uriah agrees to introduce himself to the warforged and his charges.

The name is Lewis, Uriah Lewis. Uriah doffs his cap and bows.

An older, scholarly man in long, blue robes steps to the side of Servitor. "Oh! Well met there Uriah!" He appears to be enjoying the free flowing wine. He returns Uriah's bow. "The pleasure is all ours." He looks around and motions around the vessel with the hand holding his wine. He sloshes some out of the wine glass. "Tis a lovely ship you have here lad! How long you been sailing?" His speech is a bit slurred. "This is Servitor and that is Jarot.

Well, my career as a sailor has sadly, been a short one. Just a few months aboard the Luck. Just been told I'm done on this one. Maybe Sharn will have some interesting prospects. Looking at the odd couple Uriah smiles Pleased to meetcha.

While Adir recognizes Tierney's surprise at his ignorance, his curiosity and wish to learn new things causes him to forge ahead. His eagerness is obvious, and he fires off questions quickly. "When you say land of the dead... do you mean undead like in stories? How can no one know what happened? Can people not go there now? How did it end the war? What war was it?" It is clear that the young man is not worldly.

Tierney gives Ghost a quick apprehensive look but maintains his composure. After a moment's thought he addresses Adir's questions.

"The country of Cyre was destroyed in the war, the one that just ended two years ago. No one survived and now they call Cyre the 'Mournland' as a result. No one is certain what killed everything in Cyre. Some say that House Cannith accidentally brought about the devastation. And now what does survive their is twisted and unnatural. The dead are said to move about and attack living beings who travel there."

After a long pause, Tierney continues "The war that just ended was called the 'Last War' because it was so recent and because many claim that it ended any chance that a great war will ever be fought again. No one would ever risk the death and horrors of war again after seeing what happened. It lasted over a century and was initially fought over secession to the throne of Galifar, which no longer exists. Of course, over a century, other factors kept the war going."

"I saw many survivors of the war in recent years. Many of them would have been better off had they died earlier. Surely you must have encountered someone who fought in it." This last is spoken of almost as a question.

Well, my career as a sailor has sadly, been a short one. Just a few months aboard the Luck. Just been told I'm done on this one. Maybe Sharn will have some interesting prospects. Looking at the odd couple Uriah smiles Pleased to meetcha.

He pats you on the shoulder. "Their loss then!" He thinks for a second. "You handy with that blade? We might could use a man like you in Sharn. I am Provost Bonal of Morrgrave University." He leans in and whispers, "Important stuff and plenty of chances to chase some skirts." He winks. "My friend Servitor here can explain it in more detail. As for me...so much wine and so little time!" Bonal appears to be drunk, but somehow he makes you feel like he knows more about you than he should. "Oriel you said?" You realize you never mentioned anything about your birthright. He strolls off to another passenger.

"I saw many survivors of the war in recent years. Many of them would have been better off had they died earlier. Surely you must have encountered someone who fought in it." This last is spoken of almost as a question.

Adir ponders this information for a moment. "It certainly seems reasonable that I have. But perhaps..." His attention seems distracted for a moment. He returns his attention to you, but his eyes drift between meeting yours and something in the distance over your shoulder. If you look, he seems to be looking in a shadowy corner, but nothing obvious is there. "...err... but perhaps they chose not to speak of it if it was as terrible as you say. I lived in seclusion until recently."

Adir makes a hand gesture and the she-wolf runs to the corner, a low growl emanating from her. "Is that why... umm... why you are going to research it? To reverse the destruction?" His attention seems to be fully back on you finally as Ghost makes her way back.

"Oh no, no mortal could undo the destruction of an entire nation. I simply want to learn about what form it took and what caused it. There might have been some survivors, after all, but I doubt it. Some explorers have returned from the Mournland but their stories are inconsistent. I wish to divine the truth of the matter."

He sees something. I don't want to turn around, lest I reveal to the object of interest that he or she is being observed. With that thought, Tierney furiously thinks of ways to learn what Adir sees. Surreptitiously, he casts his gaze about for reflective surfaces that would show what is behind him.

Perception, if applicable
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

We are unarmed again, correct?

Fully armed on the flight deck. They check weapons at the door in the gambling hall and banquet room.

I am visibly unarmed. I am unsure whether I should answer the perception issue or wait for the GM. I am going to since I set the scene, but please let me know if I am stepping on toes.

One of the panels behind Adir provides enough reflective surface in this light for you to see the she-wolf run to a shadowy corner, bark twice at seemingly nothing, turn around, and begin walking back.

"Sounds terrible. Thanks for answering my questions. It must be odd to tell someone things that everybody knows. Though you do seem to know a lot about it." As soon as he says that, he pales a bit, and a concerned note tinges his next question. "You wouldn't try to replicate something like that? It seems like it might be better not to know how."

"Of course, not." Tierney answers with a tone of surprise but completely without umbrage. "Whatever happened is probably beyond the ability of one man to replicate. But you do raise a good point, one that I never thought of before. There might well be those who would seek the answer so that they could wield such power. That is truly a disturbing idea."

"I only want to learn the truth behind it so that the facts do not become a means to motivate armies and populations again. What is the word for that... 'propaganda'? If the truth of the Day of Mourning becomes another casualty of the Last War it would be another source of suffering in the future. And if the truth is hidden that might lead to...I am not sure what."

That suggestion was a complete surprise. Nicely done!

The drunk Provost strolls by. There is no way he could have overheard your conversation. "I'm sure there are some evil forces out there who would like to replicate it. Always someone looking for a way to hold the threat of deadly power over others for control." He leans in and whispers to Adir, "Something tells me you two will see the mist together soon enough. Protect the warforged. He is our only hope." He looks around to make sure nobody else heard him then holds up his wine glass and cheers you. To life and health. He leans over and peaks in the corner the wolf went to, shrugs, then stumbles on to another passenger.

The flute player begins a famous old sailor's tune and the crew sings along. The Provost puts his arm around one of the sailors and joins in:

"That the tap may be open when it rusts!

Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold pint-- and another one!"

They all cheer the last line and start again.

Adir pats the Provost on the shoulder, subtly steadying the man as he walks away. How did he hear that? See the mist? Is this something I should know and understand? Argh...it's so frustrating not knowing things everyone else seems to know.

A short growl escapes Adir. Then a look of confusion comes over him. Wait...'protect the warforged'? Has the Provost seen Servitor?!

Adir addresses Tierney, speaking a little louder to be heard over the singing. "Sorry, Tierney. I seem to have made things serious when we should be enjoying ourselves. If you don't mind, I'd like another opportunity to chat, though."

Uriah Lewis wrote:

Well, my career as a sailor has sadly, been a short one. Just a few months aboard the Luck. Just been told I'm done on this one. Maybe Sharn will have some interesting prospects. Looking at the odd couple Uriah smiles Pleased to meetcha.

He pats you on the shoulder. "Their loss then!" He thinks for a second. "You handy with that blade? We might could use a man like you in Sharn. I am Provost Bonal of Morrgrave University." He leans in and whispers, "Important stuff and plenty of chances to chase some skirts." He winks. "My friend Servitor here can explain it in more detail. As for me...so much wine and so little time!" Bonal appears to be drunk, but somehow he makes you feel like he knows more about you than he should. "Oriel you said?" You realize you never mentioned anything about your birthright. He strolls off to another passenger.

Interesting fellow that one, better to keep him close. Uriah thinks as he follows the man

Clearly, Tierney was as surprised and thrown off balance as Adir was when the Provost spoke. Bonal has already taken his leave before the magus recovers enough of this wits to speak. "Who is that man?"

Tierney replies to Adir's offer of future conversation "Yes, I would enjoy that."

Interesting fellow that one, better to keep him close. Uriah thinks as he follows the man

Bonal looks over his shoulder as the bard takes a quick break from playing. He sees Uriah following him. He turns and speaks, "Do you have a question son of Orien or are you just excited about that skirt chasing comment?" He places his empty wine glass on a tray as one of the serving ladies passes by and then grabs another full one. He holds up his glass. "It numbs the pain." He gives a kind smile. You see that he has a small twinkle of fear in his eyes.

Clearly, Tierney was as surprised and thrown off balance as Adir was when the Provost spoke. Bonal has already taken his leave before the magus recovers enough of this wits to speak. "Who is that man?"

Tierney replies to Adir's offer of future conversation "Yes, I would enjoy that."

"That's the Pr... the man I am accompanying to Sharn. He seems a bit tipsy."

Perception to notice Uriah following Bonal.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Working off the assumption that is high enough, will revise otherwise.

"Excuse me, I should check on him. It was so nice to meet you." Adir walks toward the Provost, Ghost by his side.

Thanks for the compliment earlier, Tierney!

How do you know my House? Uriah asks, his face is smiling but his eyes aren't.

How do you know my House? Uriah asks, his face is smiling but his eyes aren't.

The Provost sips his wine. "I know much about you Uriah Lewis. I know you are searching for something...and running from something. I know that you are meant to be here right now and you are meant to travel with that warforged." He pauses and finishes his glass of wine. "...I know that it is almost time..." The professor looks to the rear of the airship on the starboard side. He takes a deep breath as if trying to build up courage.

Suddenly a large sound of elemental power startles the passengers. A small airship pulls up alongside The Beginner's Luck.

Perception Uriah: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Perception Adir: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Perception Tierney: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Perception Jarot: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Perception Servitor: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

Uriah and Tierney have a standard or move action during the surprise round.

Four small, darkly colored warforged climb aboard the ship. They are a stark contrast to the hulking Servitor. They brandish black slender swords.

Initiative Uriah: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Initiative Adir: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
Initiative Tierney: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Initiative Jarot: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Initiative Servitor: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
Initiative #1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Initiative #2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Initiative #3: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Initiative:

Jarot
#3
Tierney
#2
Uriah
#1
Servitor
Adir/Wolf

Map

Jarot can all act after Tierney and Uriah post their surprise round actions (you two can post a surprise round action and your first round action since they are both before the warforged). Remember that you all have your weapons on you, but not in your hands (except Servitor-I am sure he always walks around with his huge sledge).

The Warforged look like this: LINK

Tierney curses as his foot becomes entangled in the leg of an empty chair and slows him. Never be in a compromised position! Shame and self-recrimination compete for control of his thoughts. Too far away for what I want to do, focus on defense!

That thought is driven from his mind by arcane process and images accompanied by subtle hand movements.

Tierney casts Shield on himself as his standard action for the surprise round.

AC 19/15/18

Cast Shield on himself, standard action for the surprise round

Feel free to post your 1st round action too.

Edit: I deleted Tierney's first round actions because he does not have any more first-level spells for today.

Let them come to you Tierney tells himself as he draws his wakizashi and waits for the enemies to advance. In order to gain more room he positions himself out of the reach of his allies' weapons. 5' step to G20

Phew, think I got a moment to post here. And yeah, Servitor's a 7 Charisma not due to being mean or ugly, but for having a terrible working knowledge of social protocol. So the sledge is a yes. :) Oh, and not that it matters with rolls like Servitor's been getting, but I actually got 12 Dex with my current build Mason, so I'd have a whopping 4 on initiative! Woo!

Servitor regards Uriah with passive interest, finding the man's mannerisms difficult to follow, but utterly fascinating. But even more so, he found the revelry of the Provost even more perplexing. Had the man not been fearing for his life? Why was he reveling now? When the ship is boarded, the warforged sets slowly into motion. "Provost Bonal! Stay near the others!"

Will delay actual actions for everyone else in the world to act. :P

Surprise Round
This conversation isn't over. Uriah says as he draws his sword.

Round 1

Uriah will hold his ground until the Warforged advance on him, he's got no reason to fight them, but he won't let them harm him. And he wants to continue the conversation with the Provost, so he won't let them kill him either.
Uriah will only attack if the Warforged attack first, if so Rapier: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25Rapier?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10

and now I kinda hope they attack....
Using Combat Expertise and fighting defensively so -1 att +1 AC so AC is 19

If Jarot doesn't post by one US EST, I will DMPC him. Servitor: will you change your stat line with you better dex? Welcome back. I hope things calm down for you! I've been there.

Jarot seems relieved by the interruption as he is no fan of social gatherings in general. He pulls his sinister black dagger and drinks from a vial around his neck. His muscles swell and twist changing his appearance from that of an irritable scholar to that of an battle worn thug.

Welcome back. Hope you are feeling better! That is two standard actions until BAB 1. Would you rather do the mutagen or the dagger?

Drawing a weapon is a move action. At BAB 1 it can be done as part of another move action.

Glad to hear you beat the Con-plague Jarot, 'tis a doozy. And didn't realize I messed up the initiative on the top bar, fixing now.

Drawing a weapon is a move action. At BAB 1 it can be done as part of another move action.

Roger. Thank you for clarification. I read your post wrong.

As the warforged assassins board the ship, Tierney acts quickly. He casts a protection spell, draws his sword, and waits for the enemies to advance. Jarot quickly downs a mutagen and draws his masterwork dagger. Uriah draws his sword and prepares for the worst.

The four assassins move swiftly to surround the first mate. Three flick their wrists and send black, shiny objects at him. Two of the shurikens strike true. Though the shurikens do little damage (5 HP, 2 Con dmg) 1d3 ⇒ 3 Hours, the captain slumps to the ground unconscious. The last assassin grabs the ship's wheel and spins it.

Poisoned Shuriken: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Poisoned Shuriken: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Poisoned Shuriken: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 2 = 19

Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

The airship jerks hard to the port side and slowly starts diving towards the ground.

Until the wheel is corrected, everyone must roll a DC 10 Reflex save or treat all terrain as if it were difficulty. A 10 or higher reflex allows normal movement.

The crew members flee as they see their new Captain go down.

Initiative:

Jarot<
#3<
Tierney<
#2<
Uriah<
#1<
Servitor<
Adir/Wolf

Servitor, Adir/Wolf, Jarot, and Tierney are up.

MAP

Provost Bonal calls out to Servitor. "Do not fail me!"

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Not only do you fail me imaginary dice, but you taunt me as well!

Servitor lurches as the ship bucks underneath it, the hulking frame of metal working against itself as gravity enticed it towards the ground. The warforged glances about, seeing the chance of the Provost being approached from either side of the ship, holds its position and extends its arm towards the far warforged assassin, loosing a bolt at it with a loud twang and reloads.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Firing at 15G, hoping my weapon is hidden enough for a surprise!

[dice=Attack]1d20+2
[dice=Damage]1d8+3

Firing at 15G, hoping my weapon is hidden enough for a surprise!

The shifty assassin dodges the bolt.

I was not specific, but you roll a new Relex DC each round due to the shaking of the ship.

Adir/Wolf, Jarot, and Tierney are up.

The assailants' control over the ship spurs Tierney to quick action. Despite the lurching of the ship, he bolts forward toward the nearest foe and lashes out at him with his sword. But he only manages to land a glancing blow.Move to G16 and attack enemy in G15. Tierney uses his magus ability to enhance his weapon for a +1 bonus.

Acrobatics Check
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Attack
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Damn it! Just missed a critical

Damage
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Tierney moves up and swings his sword at one of the assassins. The assassin dodges, but doesn't completely avoid the blade.

Initiative:

Jarot<
#3<
Tierney<<
#2<
Uriah<
#1<
Servitor<
Adir/Wolf

Adir/Wolf and Jarot are up.

MAP

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Ghost:Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Adir deftly moves to put himself between the boarders and the Provost.D-21 Ghost moves with him as if they are one, growling at the newcomers.D-20 Adir reaches out and touches Servitor briefly.

Initiative:

Jarot<
#3<
Tierney<<
#2<
Uriah<
#1<
Servitor<
Adir/Wolf<

Jarot is up.

MAP

reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Jarot moves to G17 behind Tierney and drinks a concoction to increase his defenses. aka shield

Round 2
Uriah says Ah, damnit to hell, you had to mess with the Ship. Now I can't let ya go on and crash her....especially with me on it! and he moves to the attack.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Uriah moves to F16 and attacks the Warforged previously hit by Tierney Rapier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

He also prepares to parry and riposte the next attack against him. Parry: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 Riposte: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Jarot moves up and protects Tierney's flank. Uriah follows him and strikes the already damaged warforge. This time the blade bites harder and the assassin winces in pain.

Suddenly, a warforged spellcaster appears floating 10 feet off of the deck (F20). He is like no other warforged any of you have ever seen. What you see of his face hidden under his black, hooded cloak appears to be an ebony colored human skull. He points his finger at Provost Bonal and his eyes begin to radiate red light.

Provost Bonal's eyes close and he begins to drop to the ground. Mysteriously, he remains standing though as if an invisible force were holding him there. Within a split second, Uriah sees a red spot appear on Bonal's chest right before a black blade protrudes through his sternum. The Provost's body slumps to the ground and a larger warforged assassin stands over Bonal's body.

The warforged witch rallies his assassins. Kill them...kill them all...and bring me the journal! We were made to rule Eberron!" The witch flies toward his ship (H10-10 ft off the deck).

The larger assassin points at Servitor. "I will enjoy killing you fleshlover!"

Initiative:

Jarot<<
#3<<
Tierney<<
#2<<
Uriah<<
#1<
Servitor<
Adir/Wolf<

MAP

The damaged Warforged tumbles into a more advantageous spot H17. He awaits his companion before striking Tierney.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

The assasin by the new captain five foot steps to flank Tierney then attacks in sychronization with the first assassin
Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

1st attack on Tierney: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 21
Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (4) = 5
2nd Attack on Tierney: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (4) = 5

Both blows hit, bringing Tierney to the edge of incapacitation.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

The third warforged is rattled by the ship and has to double move to close the distance with Servitor (B18). "Traitor!"

The fourth warforged has an easier time and double moves to E18.

Initiative:

Jarot<<
#3<<
Tierney<<
#2<<
Uriah<<
#1<<
Servitor<
Adir/Wolf<

Everyone except Uriah is up.

Step to h18, and prepares to strike the assassin when Tierney, hopefully, steps to flank him.
reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 = 17
damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + (4) + 4 = 9

It was one of those moments of trauma in which time seemed to flow slower, Servitor closes its eyes as the Provost falls. Brigands, the Captain... Bonal... They're all... so fragile... With this thought, Servitor never felt more estranged. "I'll enjoy killing you fleshlover!" The words pound home the sentiment. Pickaxe, the other miners, these assassins all considered him a traitor... yet who amongst the fleshbound could he be counted amongst? Bonal considered him his friend.

The warforged slung the hammer into its hands, struggling to stay upright on the careening ship. But he did not care. He knew he could never truly be counted amongst either group. He was alone. But there was one mortal sentiment that he could claim as his own: Vengeance. That was something he could still fight for. The Provost gave him orders that he couldn't fulfill until the ship docked, until then, he had to survive. The fact that he'd enjoy breaking these wretches and sending them to the mines was just a bonus. And even as a servant, who could deny him the right to enjoy his work? And as a warforged... this was certainly just his work.

The warforged lets out a roar as it plods slowly forward. "Even the mines could not break me coward, what hope do you have!?" The great hammer drops upon the little warforged in front of it.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 13
Crit Confirm (Guidance): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Extra Damage: 4d6 + 12 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 1) + 12 = 22

Moving to 19B and going HULK SMASH! They'll find out what an angry Servitor looks like!

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Ghost:Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

The Provost is down! He said to protect Servitor. Adir freezes for a moment. He sees blood running down the arm of his new friend Tierney and makes a decision. He gestures for Ghost to attack the nearest warforged as he moves to Tierney's side.G-17 Following his orders, but staying close, Ghost moves to attack the warforged.F-18

He touches Tierney's shoulder. "Light shine on you, friend."
Concentration: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Cast: Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Meanwhile, the she-wolf bites at the warforged's legs but he manages to evade her.
Bite Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Bite Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

I think Adir can cast CLW where he is, move, then deliver the touch as a free action when he arrives to avoid the AOO. You may have meant this Adir. I just want to clarify.

Edit: Nevermind you still draw an AOO from movement, so that is probably why you rolled the concentration. Thank you for adding that roll to keep things moving!

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

The assassin's AOO misses as the shifter passes. Adir delivers the touch spell and Tierney feels life force return to his body.

Uriah winces at Servitor's anger Best to stay on that one's good side Lewis.

The head of Servitor's sledge hammer contacts the small assassin in the side. The sound of wood and ore crunching fills the air as the top half of the assassin's body separates from his hips and legs and is catapulted over the side of the airship. Its legs fall harmlessly at Servitor's feet.

The other assassins look on in startled amazement.

Tierney is up then the bad guys.

I doubt Tierney's action will effect this:

The warforged caster lands in the small air vessel and commands the driver to move to the fore of the airship. The vessel moves forward.

The larger assassin squats down and retrieves the journal from the Provost's coat. He looks up and speaks to Servitor. "You fail. I am Razor and we will meet again...traitor."

Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

The warforged takes off deftly jogging up to the fore of the ship and jumps into the vessel with the caster.

Tierney and Uriah are up.

Map

Rapier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 [dice=Damage] 1d6+2 [/dice ] Uriah attacks the nearest Warforged.

Posting from my phone during a meeting, gm can you make any other rolls for me. Uriah will parry and riposte if attacked.

Without time to thank Adir, Tierney steps behind the enemy that Jarrot faces 5' step to H16 and thrusts his sword at its back. But the ship lurches as he does and the blade slides harmlessly across the warforged's plating.

Acrobatics
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Attack
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11