"Rerro!"
Heh heh...Beldan's green around the gills.....poor feller...his stomach's churning the whole boat trip...
"Oh my ... when did I eat carrots?"
It almost seems like they want to dance and caper, like little animate mandrake roots.
Beldan tries to take his mind off the dancing particulates by loading his crossbow with unsteady hands.
"What was in that moonshine? I know I can hold my liquor better than this..." he mutters.
There's a little green man, about 1.5 feet tall, dressed like a king of the Aztecs, with jade chased qetzal feathered crown and an ocelot pelt cape, sitting on the edge of the boat next to Beldan now.
"It's not what's in the liquor, friend....it's what's in you now," he says quixotically.
Something about the little man just screams ‘Gold!’ to Beldan.
“Are you a leprechaun?” he asks queasily.
"What's a leprechaun?" he asks.
Beldan’s face goes white. “But … if you were just a figment of my imagination you’d know that … ‘cos I know it - right?”
"You think, therefore I am not? Interesting....
What are you guys doing, anyway? Oh, and....duck now."
"Who are you talking to, Beldan? Are you... having visions, like Gittik?" Altai grimaces in frustration. "Why now? I can't take notes during this dust-up! Try to remember what you're seeing, and we'll talk about it after the fight, OK?"
Suddenly, in the middle of Altai’s speech, Beldan ducks … the sudden movement causes him to vomit into the bottom of the dugout.
An errant tomahawk/metal smoking pipe from the fight on board the ship spins through the air where your head just was.
Altai sees that....
"was the throwing axe real?" he laughs. "or is your head?"
“I think it’s … the Moonshine Fairy,” Beldan answers Altai groggily, putting the little guy’s (probably rhetorical) question in the too hard basket.
"Fascinating. Why can't I see him?" Altai shakes his head. "I had a fair amount of that stuff too."
I'm gonna crash....the canoe will berth up next to row "H" of the Leg Man in the morrow I guess; you guys can go ahead and make climb rolls and say where you want to end up if you want to, or whatever.
Again, the fog cloud seems to be moving along with the ship, and it's nigh impossible to see anything specific on the deck, though the unmistakable sounds of fighting and dieing reach you from within the fog...
“Poor old you – you’re not vomiting either,” says Beldan crossly, feeling sorry for himself. He’s got vomit on his boots, and his breeches.
"Fascinating. Why can't I see him?" Altai shakes his head. "I had a fair amount of that stuff too."
You made your save.....
the green man looks at Altai; asks Beldan, "what happened to your friend there? He looks rather odd somehow."
"Oh ... he got ducked."
Oso grabs his kit quickly and launches himself upstairs carrying Pip. It's the only way to travel.
"Juju comes! You want fly again ma man? Kelanen wants his best singer safe."
Pip had been thinking about Oso's dream ...
Knowledge (local)1d20+5=23, Knowledge (History)1d20+6=26
When the sounds of fighting break out. Oso grabs Pip and tucks him under his arm. Pip is used to such indignities, and goes along.
"Man, just when I thought we were gonna have a smooth ride downriver." He laments
"Heh - deaf, blind, sick and crazy."
<on seeing the boat and the battle>
"Meh, more fighting. Me see fight before. Maybe lizard come to us for kill, save us journey."
He draws his weapons and begins to limber up.
Oso takes Pip's comments as a yes.
"Dur be an' attack an' we be showin' dat the Prince of Swords is king!"
Oso casts fly on the halfling; you guys emerge at b7. You see nothing but fog, but hear fighting nearby. You can't see anybody more than 5 feet away in this pea soup fog. What do you do? You each have a full attack coming to you...
It's everybody's go. The dugout pulls up at IJ8-12; climb aboard at will...
Pip had been thinking about Oso's dream ...
Knowledge (local)1d20+5=23, Knowledge (History)1d20+6=26
When the sounds of fighting break out. Oso grabs Pip and tucks him under his arm. Pip is used to such indignities, and goes along.
"Man, just when I thought we were gonna have a smooth ride downriver." He laments
I'll think of something maybe later....have to put this one in your back pocket for right now...
there's fighting to be done! Huzzah!!!
I know, right?
Elgan, hearing Beldan's conversation with his invisible friend, pretty much ignores it and puts it in the same category that he files the rest of this crazy groups 'civilized' antics under.
HE casts a spell on himself, and his skin turns a darker, rougher brown. As the dugout approaches the fog enshrouded boat, he says, "Ah'll take care o' deh fog whin yeh climb onta deh boat, an' be ready tah he'p when yeh need it."
With that he dives over the edge of the canoe as if going for a swim, but his familiar shimmer takes him into the form of a great bird of prey, and he soars above and ahead of the group, circling the misty boat until they arrive.
As the canoe pulls up to the side of the boat and the hungover warriors begin climbing the side, the Elgan-Hawk hovers in place, beating his wings forcefully while crying in a peculiar, warbling tones. The wind from his beating wings is intensified by his casting, and a there is a forceful rush of air as the heavy fog is shredded and blown away like a small sail in a hurricane. So that when his companions reach the deck, it is a clear view they have of the situation,...
;)
Oso casts a spell on himself and moves forwards towards the fighting. "Size of a bull, strength of a bull! Captain Quork where are you?" he roars.
The fog parts--here's the setup...
lizardmen (plain) at a3,d3,h3,a5,d8,g9,b10,g12,c13,h13,d14,f14,b16,d16,and g16.
red skinned lizardmen at a9,d10,f11,b12, and d13; Rieses guys have seen them before...
There's a 14 foot tall lizard man at de 15-16 with a sharktoothed greatclub and an alligator skin cloak with thehead still on it on his head like captain caveman or something...he's munching the club and bleeding out of his mouth.
An ugly gnome (Capm Quorkus) is at d5, with his trusty dog at the helm, and there's sailing men fighting for their lives at c5,f5,f8,c9, and h7 on some stairs.
"Oh, no! Half me crew is dead!" says Quorkus.
To Riese and co: "arrr, who might ye be!!!"
his dog growls.
Everybody but Elgan is yet to go...
(edit) Oso did his spell, and he can move 30 feet whenever.
As Gittik grabs the raiing to climb up, Altai taps him light;y on the shoulder. "Just a little something to help you . Or not so little. He he..."
As Elgan's spell parts the fog, Altai stares in slack-jawed surprise. "Dang. That a lot of lizardmen. We'd better do something about it..." He casts another spell - a mote of fire streaks from his hand before exploding 15' over the pitched battle.
All the "normal" heh heh...looking ones in the blast are now dead. The others look kinda crispy; split skins, boiling oozing wounds, but they look like they're operational.
The giant lizardman looks ticked off...
it was mostly ornamentation....think of them as parsley.
1d20 4=24 fort save."Lightweights...."
"Good idea Altapi- Imbelia Pyrrok de'flar!!" "Altwai, I could show you how to get more from your flame spells if you wish. I am quite an expert in that regard, as you can see....."
“You guys go ahead … I’ll catch up.”
Beldan spends this round getting his shit together.
Riese's fireball doesn't finish any of them, though they all look balefully burnt. The giant lizardman looks the best...
Any of Riese's people:
spot d.c. 10
Oso can still move;
it's still Bushytoe, Gittik, Stiggy, and Becton's go; Becton feels pretty lucid--combat snaps him back to reality.
Oso can still move;
it's still Bushytoe, Gittik, Stiggy, and Becton's go; Becton feels pretty lucid--combat snaps him back to reality.
<Stig moves to EF 9-10.>
<Stig moves to EF 9-10.>
To F11: 1d20+8=22, 2d8+16=21
To G9: 1d20+8=24, 2d8+6=16
Mothman
