Outpost: Perils of the Pirate Pact (Inactive)

Game Master Awenydd83

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Alaric slowly, quietly steps towards the meeting room, deep in thought. Not about the assignment he is about to receive. But about the assignment he just completed. And deep within, a whisper from the past - barely contained - makes the surrounding objects shiver.

About a minute after the human enters, a half-elf follows.

Where the human is quiet, the half-elf seems to be in an animated conversation with a small draconic creature.

"You can ask your questions, but I don't think they consider you an actual Pathfinder," the half-elf says. "Plus, I don't think they can understand you. I barely can." The familiar chitters back furiously.

"I'll tell them."

Upon seeing the human, the half-elf extends his hand.

"Greetings. I am Fatham," he says. "Oh, and before he gets upset...this is Vexer."

A tall lean man of Taldan descent enters and drops his pack inside the door.

Good day, all. I am Mykel, of the Therinors of Cassomir. Delighted to meet you all. Thankfully I am not late...was on a ship that met nasty headwinds on the way here...thankfully the winds shifted in our favour. tge man says with a nod of his head. His gear reflects his profession, that of a rondelero, a swordsman native to Taldor. His wickedly curved blade hangs at his waist, his armor not making even the smallest clink from moving.

A stunning woman with flowing raven-black hair clad in gleaming armor approaches the rest of the pathfinders:"Well met friends! I'm Ashara. We'll be spending time together in the next future and I'm sure by the end of the assignment we'll have shared something more meaningful than mere words"

Ashara! So glad to see you again...how have you been? Still breaking hearts everywhere you go?

Alaric nods distractedly, going from one Pathfinder to the other. "Greeting. I am Alaric, of the Iobaria. Is pleasantry to meet. Excuse me. It is good to meet you. I still am learn. Learning."

There is a rumble, which prods the unremarkable, studiously neutral-faced man to run his hand through his hair, wince and add: "And there is Thurismund, who is not have problem speak... Who does not have a problem speaking, but is very... Anger-y. I keep inside for now. Excuses."

Ashara smiles warmly at Mykel "Glad to find you in good health and good spirit Mykel! It's been some time since that tomb in Belkzen and the many close calls we survived back... let's hope our next assignment to be less deadly although I'm sure we'll manage anyway!"

Technically it will be Monday here in a few hours, so I don't see any harm in getting the briefing started!

“I have a mission for you,” says Istivil Bosk, the Venture-Captain of Daggermark in the River Kingdoms. After receiving the assignment from Venture-Captain Adril Hestram in Absalom, traveling for weeks across the Inner Sea and up the lengthy Sellen River, and with barely an hour to adjust to Daggermark’s sights and sounds, the Venture-Captain of Daggermark now paces back and forth across cramped quarters crammed full of maps, books, and adventuring gear.

“Your timing is perfect, friends,” explains Bosk, an elderly man with graying hair and a pinched, weathered face. He waves a parchment in his hand. “I received another letter just yesterday.” He holds up another stack of letters. “It’s from the Black Marquis— I believe his real name is Bazzak—the leader of a band of brigands surreptitiously known as the Pirate Pact. In all of these letters, he claims to need our help and offers us The Memoirs of the Silver Brotherhood, a rare text —maybe the rarest— in exchange. The Society tried for years to track it down and now Bazzaks claims to be ready to give it to us. I’m sending you north to Deadbridge near the Echo Wood to meet this Black Marquis and offer him your help with whatever it is he needs. I want this book, and you’ll get it for me.”

And so the mission travels north along the Sellen River, to the aptly named village of Deadbridge, a rundown hamlet partially built on wharves. It is there, in a rundown antique manor house where stands Urdul Bazzak, the Black Marquis.

“I rule the Pirate Pact and with it the stretch of the Sellen River between here and Numeria,” proudly states the portly little man. “The waterways are the lifeblood of the River Kingdoms, so you must understand that any menace to the river is a menace to the balance of power.” The Black Marquis stops and quickly looks to his left and right before leaning in and continuing in hushed tones. “Unless someone deals with this threat soon, I could lose everything. Normally I would rely on my most trusted lieutenants, but …” Bazzak sits up, regains some composure, and resumes.

“The book I’m willing to trade for your service—The Memoirs of the Silver Brotherhood— contains information about an Azlanti treasure vault deep within the Echo Wood. That’s where I sent my most trusted lieutenants. Only, on their way they were waylaid by spiders and abominations and only one returned alive. Lady Riverbane sent out another ship upon her return, the Hanspur’s Luck, to search for my men. The Luck hasn’t returned either." Bazzak points to the only other person in the room, a raven-haired beauty standing in a corner.

“Lady Riverbane is my most trusted second, and she will take one of my best ships and guide you back to the Azlanti vault. Rid the river of these monstrous spiders and their abominations, find the Hanspur’s Luck, and uncover the whereabouts of my men, and the book is yours. Do it quickly, do it quietly, and do it before the rest of the Pact realize I’ve sent my best men on fools’ errands that may have killed them all.”

he looks desperately around the table, the finishes with "When you're ready, meet Lady Riverbane down at the harbor on the Scrag Fisher. She's a 50-foot long, single-masted vessel rigged with a lugsail. You can't miss her!"

Alaric plays idly with a buckle on his belt, asking timidly: "What did the man say? Did he describe his enemy in better wordings? Who is Lady Riverbane? And how many men is was sended?"

Fatham's familiar chatters in some primitive animal language.

"This does sound dangerous," Fatham responds.

"This text is very valuable, I am sure," he says. "Tell us...the survivor of this first attack...did he provide more detail? Is he nearby, that we might question him?"

"Distasteful as this is we are duty bound to assist yopu "marquis" Ashara states with an uncharacteristically cold tone of voice.

"Tell us about these spiders. Overgrown and poisonous I guess. Is there anything else notable about them we should be aware of? You want this threat removed. We want the book. The least you can do is tell us all you know about what to expect when dealing with this arachnid infestation problem of yours"

A palpable wave of excitement seem to emanate from Alaric, who still looks rather morose all things told. "I am thinking he is expect of us the killing of the spiders, is not?" He clears his throat nervously. "You not know if there is. Ahem. Fey with spiders. No?"

At the word fey, a voice, seemingly much like Alaric's but deeper, gruffer, and without the accent wrenches itself out of the Iobarian's being. "Filthy bug-winged c*&^s, I will RIP THEIR HEADS OFF IF THEY ARE INVOLVED! THOSE LITTLE T&*#S WILL WEEP BLOOD!"

Alaric coughs. "Is Thurismund. Is OK. He have... is angry. Excuses."

Yes, as Fatham has said, is the survivor around? Any clue we get could help us. We wouldn't want to walk into something preventable.

Large eyes appear in the depths of the shadows in the corner of the room. "ooh... spiders and other things... not a problem... I think," the quiet, raspy voice says. "But what is Thurismund? Let us see..." the gaunt wayang moans as he scuttles from the darkness and begins to paw at Alaric. "He talks? That is wondrous!" He ponders, now completely ignoring Bazzak and Lady Riverbane.

"What did the man say? Did he describe his enemy in better wordings? Who is Lady Riverbane? And how many men is was sended?"

The Marquis turns from one Pathfinder to the other as the cacophony of various forms of the same question fills the room, but the raven haired beauty turns from the window with an icy glare and answers first. "I happen to be Lady Riverbane.. the bane of all who stand against me on the river; and the only survivor of the first expedition even though there were 10 of us that began. The second ship that I sent out when I returned was also crewed by 10 men. I imagine that we will have time to get to know each other better on our journey up river. I do not know what type of spider they were.. just that they were large and obviously were poisonous. And I have no idea about any fey that might be in the area.. they are not common to such populated and traveled areas."

The least you can do is tell us all you know about what to expect when dealing with this arachnid infestation problem of yours"[/b]

Ignoring the icy tone and glare, the Marquis waves his had dismissively at Ashara. "I am telling you all I know.. and Lady Riverbane as well. There may be bandits along the way, but they would be bold indeed to strike against me, even now. As for any other obstacles, that is what you are paid for, no?

Alaric coughs. [b]"Is Thurismund. Is OK. He have... is angry. Excuses."

Both pirates look to Alaric with alarm and concern as the.. thing.. manifests and then departs. They continue to look askance at the man until the end of the conference, not quite pacified by Aleric's apology or explanation.

Finally, Bazzak waves towards the door and Lady Riverbane takes the cue, leading the team out the door. "Anything else, I am sure we can take care of on the way. I will meet you on board the boat when you are ready!" With a swish of coattails she disappears down the hallway at a brisk pace.

Fatham listens sympathetically.

"I am sorry for the loss of your crew--likely your friends, too," he says.

His familiar, Vexer, also chitters something.

"We will deal with this problem," the half-elf says. "I expect we will need some antivenom. Is there any place we might purchase additional doses before we depart?"

"Lady Riverbane? Very creative, I'm sure..." Ashara considers the pirate woman carefully before adding:"I'm sure we'll get along just fine. Lead us to these spiders of yours and as long as they are hostile and in need to be put down we'll make it so the problem disappears"

Alaric nods. "The antivenom is good idea. Alaric give you the coin, you go and buy please? I must..." He interrupts himself, shuddering. "I need to let Thurismund out. He now think fey are here."

Either on board the ship or outside the alchemist or healer's shop in Deadbridge, Alaric will focus for a solid minute, staying absolutely silent as he does, and out manifests a replica of Alaric, down to the minute detail, except this one appears to you in shades of red. "I am Thurismund. Where are the f@&&ing fey? They have scores of innocent lives to atone for and I HATE BEING A DEBT COLLECTOR."

As you troop out after Lady Riverbane and inquire as to an alchemists shop, she stops and turns to you. "My apologies for my abrupt behavior.. those men were my friends and comrades, and I blame my self as the leader for their loss.. and to be the only one to return on top of that? Well, it has not been easy to live with myself. You asked for an alchemist. There is a good shop two streets over and a block north by the name of the Cracked Lizard. I would recommend going there rather than any of the dives closer to the riverfront. You've a much better chance to actually get what you paid for and make it out with your purses intact! If you get into any trouble, don't hesitate to let it be known that you are working with myself and the Black Marquis.. that should keep things civil. When you are ready, meet me at the Scrag Fisher and we will get going. I have to go make sure the boat is ready to cast off when you get there!

With a last look at Ashara, She tries to reassure the Oracle. "I truly hope so. There is a debt to pay here, and one I am looking to settle as quickly as you are!"
Lady Riverbane turns back towards the docks and melts away into the crowd.

You follow her directions and find the Cracked Lizard easy enough, and with a few well placed names you manage to secure all of the antivenom you feel you may need.. the real thing and at a decent price. Standard rates for the antivenom, and enough for anyone that wants some.

While most of the group is out preparing, Alaric disappears down a currently unused alleyway to let Thurismund out to play for a bit. The raging ghost sends more than one curious passerby sprinting away with soiled smallclothes.

When the group finally reaches the Scrag Fisher, you find it to be a nest of activity as the 6 men and women scurry about trying to make ready to sail. Lady Riverbane stands in the midst of the chaos, the eye of the storm surging around her. Her calm confidence and magnetism leaves no room for the often insubordinate pirate crew to argue as her voice lashes out with reprimand and compliment alike.

She turns and gestures you aboard as she sees you watching the apparent maelstrom, and invites you onto the quarterdeck as she returns her attentions to the doings of the crew.
"Yo there, Andrezi! Fox!" she calls out to two of the men. "Cast off the mooring lines aft and fore!"

Turning to a long legged woman scurrying down from the rigging she continues her orders "Esmerelda! Catch the pole and guide us out. Swing the bow and I'll catch the current with the tiller. Lively now! Step it up, girl!"

A few more orders ring out as the boat gets underway. As the ship settles into routine, she finally turns to you. "This is my ship, and there is only room for one Captain, Understand? I know you Pathfinders tend to... get creative.. with your orders, but I run a tight ship."
She gestures out to the crew along the decks. "I've already sent 19 men and women to gods only knows what ends. They will follow as long as there isn't any choice or challenge to my authority. I will make sure no challenges come from below.. but if you want the Memoirs, you'll have to step lively as well. Together, we can rescue or recover my men and return safely with our prize. Can you work with me here?"
She pauses, studying each face in turn and awaiting confirmation.
Once everyone has agreed to work together for the common good, she nods her head. "This is going to take a bit. You're welcome to take you liberty of the boat. She's not large, but shes a good lass. Just stay out of the way of my crew and you can't go wrong. I'll let you know when we are getting close."

With that, she returns to the duties of running the boat.

Since it left Deadbridge, the Scrag Fisher has been cutting a straight furrow into the lazy waters of the Sellen River, making good speed thanks to its industrious crew actively manning the ship’s sail and ropes.

Maps link is active above. Please go ahead and place your icons on the first slide and fill out the template, as well as placing your token on the deck of the ship on the second slide.

Alaric nods. "Alaric will stay out of way. Is... Understand of what you need."

Further back, Thurismund grunts by manner of assent, looking about for trouble.

"Your ship. Your command. I see no reason to question your authority, captain Riverbane" Ashara says while studying the rest of the boat and its crew.

Perception check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Alaric and Ashara both agree vocally with Lady Riverbane, while the rest of the group silently gives consent.

Deadbridge is already far behind when an exclamation rises. “Sail Ho!” One of the robust sailors points ahead while turning toward Lady Riverbane standing at the helm. “It’s a cog, Milady. And it flies no colors—should we tender these trespassers?” Looking at the incoming vessel, Lady Riverbane answers in a stern voice: “Nay! Not today, man. We have our mission. We’ll stick to it.” Without another word, the crew gets back to working the hawser and lanyards.

As the two ships draw closer, the other craft’s pitiful state becomes obvious. With planks and riggings missing in places, sailors frantically move about the deck and appear to have difficulty steering their ship. As the two ships avoid collision and pass alongside each other, a shout rises— ”Now!” followed by a volley of grappling hocks from the other vessel. The Scrag Fisher is under attack!

As soon as she realizes this, Lady Riverbane scurries for the nearest ratline and climbs aloft, calling to her crew "Below decks, NOW!! Let the heroic Pathfinders fight them off. My Crew, FALL OUT BELOW DECKS!!!"

"Bold May Post"
Pherryn
Ashara
Fatham
Aleric
~Thurismund
Mykel
Pirates!
~ Burgundy
~ Red
~ Orange
~ Yellow
~ Green
~ Cyan
~ Lght Blue
~ Dark Blue
~ Purple

Active Effects:

...earlier

Pferynn looks up at Lady Riverbane and blinks a few times. "No worries, Lady. We stay out of your way... you won't even know we are here..." He scuttles off and explores the ship.

...now

A ball of ice and snow forms in Pferynn's hand. Rearing back he launches it at the pirate with the red sash about his waist.

Snowball vs TouchAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 Cold Damage: 5d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 3, 6, 3, 2) + 2 = 22

"It is foolish to come aboard our ship, you filthy, flee-infested vermin! Leave and the rest of you may survive to see the 'morrow!" With that, the wayang steps towards the bow of the ship and draws his rapier.

Mykel steps forward and slices the rope jn front of him.the one between orange and yellow Come across and you seal your fate, mongrels!

intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

He then reafies for any inpending attacksetting up parry/riposte

Alaric draws his dwarven dorn-dergar, swinging it slowly in tune to a low-pitched song. A sad song, a song that speaks of horrible, nightmarish atrocities committed towards the young and the old at a carnival of deception and tears.

Hearing the song, Thurismund looses it and steps up towards one of the invaders.

Slam #1, PA, Raging Song vs Blue: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 1 = 8
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12
Slam #2, PA, Raging Song vs Blue: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 1 = 25
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12

A surprisingly solid and very blunt falchion slams into the lead pirate's face, as Thurismund hollers: "FEY LOVERS! COME HERE, I'LL MAKE YOU WEEP BLOOD FOR YOUR CRIMES!"

"As expected..." Ashara sighs before touching Alaric's shoulder infusing him with power.

"No need to waste more powerful magic for these scoundrels, I think"

Casting guidance on Alaric

Mykel: Moved you on the map, and deleted the rope/line

Pferryn gets snotty with the pirates as he fist conjures a ball of ice and snow to completely obliterate one pirate, then steps forward waving his rapier about in a threatening manner!

Mykel steps forward and cuts through one of the lines binding the ships together, then he too gets snarky with the pirates! Intimidate is a standard action, cutting the rope was a standard action. I kept the one more likely to be helpful!

Alaric begins a very sad song that reaches into each of your hearts, begging you to take advantage of its powers..

Ashara steps in taps him on the shoulder, infusing him with a bit of guidance.

"Bold May Post"
Pherryn
Ashara
Fatham
Aleric- Guidance
~Thurismund- Clarification
Mykel
Pirates!
~ Burgundy
~ Red
~ Orange
~ Yellow
~ Green
~ Cyan
~ Lght Blue
~ Dark Blue
~ Purple

Active Effects:
Rage Song!

yeah i messed up menacing swordplay...i have to hit a guy same round for it to be a swift action...my bad!

Apologies for the delay. I had a couple of crazy busy work days. I'll also buy 2 antivenom.

Previously...
Fatham had spent the time since they left port trying to convince his chittering familiar, Vexer, that he was not the captain of the vessel and would also have to follow Lady Riverbane.

Currently...
Fatham's falcata rings from its sheath as the enemy pirates' ruse becomes clear.

"Vexer, you distract them and I'll engage them from the front!"

Fatham draws a wand and casts mage armor on himself. His familiar takes to the air, circling around to the south.

It looked like the dark blue one was crossing over from the map I was looking at. It has since changed, so I suppose Thurismund would have to wait for one of them to get to the ship. So Thurismund delays I guess. Or we can redirect his anger at a rope.

It looked like the dark blue one was crossing over from the map I was looking at. It has since changed, so I suppose Thurismund would have to wait for one of them to get to the ship. So Thurismund delays I guess. Or we can redirect his anger at a rope.

We will do a readied action as it has to be a bladed weapon to cut the ropes. Sorry I did not explain that earlier.

Fatham casts Mage Armor on himself while sending his familiar out.

The Pirates Attack!!
Burgundy sash pirate lifts a bow and fires at Pherryn and curses as a river swell throws him off and his arrow thuds into a baluster.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

The pirate with an Orange do rag hefts a long plank over the rail and braces it against the rail of the Scrag Fisher. Immediately, Yellow belt jumps aboard and starts to move between the ships.
Acro: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

He holds his feet and lashes out at Mykel with his scimitar but he too misses the mark.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

The rest of the pirates line the rail with their bows, waiting for their chance to cross!
G vs M: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
C vs A: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
LB vs A: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
DB vs T: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
P vs F: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Dmg T: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Despite the sudden arrowstorm, the only member of the team to actually get hit is the dead guy!!

"Bold May Post"
Pherryn
Ashara
Fatham- Mage Armor
Aleric- Guidance
~Thurismund- 4 dmg
Mykel
Pirates!
~ Burgundy
~ Red
~ Orange
~ Yellow
~ Green
~ Cyan
~ Lght Blue
~ Dark Blue
~ Purple

Active Effects:
Rage Song!

Mykel slashes at the legs of the bandit crossing the plank(yellow)

attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 171d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 4 = 15
if he huts, he will try to intimifatecas a swift action.intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28Filthy curs!..Cowards!

He then reafies a defensive strike.

Thurismund has DR5/Slashing, and the raging song provides you with +2 Str, +2 Con, -1 AC, +2 Will Saves vs Fear

Alaric blends a tale of armored defenders into his sad dirge, touching Thurismund and conferring him Mage Armor. Thurismund meanwhile, steps up.

"HOW DARE YOU SELL OUT YOUR KIN TO THOSE FILTHY FEY! I WILL RIP OUT YOUR SPINE AND BEAT YOU WITH IT!"

Slam vs Yellow, PA, Raging Song: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 - 1 = 8
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6
Slam vs Yellow, PA, Raging Song: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 - 1 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13

Pferryn looks at his ring with a sly, little grin and laughs, "I warned you!" With his arcane bond brandished, the wayang calls upon the sky to open up and drop each and stone upon the pirates and their ship.

Stone Call: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6

6 HP damage to everyone inside the red circle on the map. I'm unsure whether the plank would take damage as well. For the next 5 rounds, the pirate ship and the gang plank are considered difficult terrain.

Pferryn shouts, "The sky is falling!" and ducks beneath the rail looking for any cover from the ranged attacks of the pirates.

Vexer speaks in his strange animal language as he flies over their heads.

"Fine, you distract, then!" Fatham says, then casts a javelin at the blue-clad pirate.

javelin: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 171d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

I'll throw a javelin, Vexer will not engage yet and only moves.

Ashara shrugs and just touches Mykel infusing him with her righteous power...

Guidance again

Alright, The arrow bounces off the dead guy!
Alaric: Once again it seems you were beat to the punch. Do you want Therimund to advance and attack the next in line attacking Green?

Pferryn calls down a rain of rocks and debris upon the pirates, showering the ship and combatants alike in rubble! The pirates are all bruised and bloody, but keep their feet as the rest of the Pathfinders rally.

Mykel cuts down the pirate trying to cross over, and as the body falls into the water with a splash, Therimund rushes in, full of rage and spite!

Vexer and Fatham continue to argue tactics while the bird stays very far out of reach of the rain of rocks and stones. Meanwhile, Fatham draws and hurls a javelin at the priate with the blue scarf tied around his neck, dropping him back onto the deck to twitch a few times before dying. I moved Vexer out of the AOE.

Ashara once again grants Mykel the power of divine intervention.

The remaining pirates are calling out support to one another, encouraging each other to press forward and do all manner of vile things to you!
Burgundy sash fires another arrow at Pferryn, missing the mark once more.
Arrow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Orange leaps from the pirate skiff and lands on top of Mykel, trying to wrestle him to the ground. Mykel uses his parry to break the pirates grip on him, but the riposte floats by the tumbling pirate.
Acro: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Grapple/ CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

The green cloaked pirate gives a hearty "Har!" and steps onto the plank, swinging at Therimund with his scimitar but missing.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Cyan and Light blue neckerchiefs continue to send arrows across the decks, two more sticking into Therimund! The first glances off of the thick skin of the manifested ghost, the other causes just a minor tear in the ectoplasmic fabric of its being.
C vs T: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
LB vs T: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

C: 1d6 ⇒ 3
LB: 1d6 ⇒ 6

The remaining pirate on the bow of the other ship fires his arrow at Fatham, but it bounces off of the magical shield protecting the half elf!
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Bold May Post"
Pherryn
Ashara
Fatham- Mage Armor
Aleric- Guidance
~Thurismund- Mage Armor, 1 dmg
Mykel
Pirates!
~ Burgundy- 6 dmg
~ Red- 6 dmg
~ Orange- 6 dmg
~ Green- 6 dmg
~ Cyan- 6 dmg
~ Lght Blue- 6 dmg
~ Purple- 6 dmg

Active Effects:
Rage Song!

Mykel focuses his attention on the bandit to his left(green) and swings for the brigand's torso. He then spins to fend off an attack from the next pirate crossing the board.(orange)
attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 1 = 131d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 4 = 9

edit...crit if parry workedcrut: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 212d8 + 12 ⇒ (5, 4) + 12 = 21

Yeah, he'd move on up. I'd like to move on up to whoever is still alive frankly. Let me know who that is lol.

With the enemy still too far away to engage with his blade, Fatham throws another javelin. This time, his aim is way off.

javelin: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 111d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Ashara considers the unfolding battle, apparently surprised the opposing river pirates are still standing:"No worries friends. They'll break soon enough!"

Ashara casts guidance on Mykel again

Thorimund steps up onto the plank and attacks the incoming pirate! With his first slam, he nearly tosses himself into the river, but the second one blasts the pirate into goo!

Mykel slashes harmlessly at the pirate that tried to tackle him, then squares his feet into a defensive posture, ready for anything!

Fatham draws and hurls another javelin but misses the mark. Meanwhile, Ashara grants Mykel another dose of assistance!

"Bold May Post"
Pherryn
Ashara
Fatham- Mage Armor
Aleric- Guidance
~Thurismund- Mage Armor, 1 dmg
Mykel
Pirates!
~ Burgundy- 6 dmg
~ Red- 6 dmg
~ Orange- 6 dmg
~ Cyan- 6 dmg
~ Lght Blue- 6 dmg
~ Purple- 6 dmg

Active Effects:
Rage Song!

Pferryn lets out a shrill cry and steps back from the pirate with the orange feather in his hat. Conjuring a glob of acid, he hurls it at the pirate.

Acid Splash: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 for acid damage of: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Pferryn shows his distaste for hand to hand combat with an odd little sound before conjuring a ball of acid that smacks right into the pirates face, easily burning through his eyes and killing him.

The pirates, after seeing that over half their number have fallen, decide to find some easier prey! calling to each other to cut the lines, hold the ship, and other conflicting orders just adds to the cacophony of battle! The good thing for the intrepid adventurers though is that instead of continuing their rain of arrows, the pirates are now very concerned with their proximity to you and decide getting away is more important than ticking you off further!!

The pirate with a burgundy feather takes his dagger and cuts the line next to him, Just as the pirate with the bold purple cloak does so from the bow.

Mr. Cyan trousers pushes the plank into the water below, and Thorimund simply steps off the back end safely. Light Blue Vest cuts the line next to him as well.

"Bold May Post"
Pherryn
Ashara
Fatham- Mage Armor
Aleric- Guidance
~Thurismund- Mage Armor, 1 dmg
Mykel
Pirates!
~ Burgundy- 6 dmg
~ Red- 6 dmg
~ Cyan- 6 dmg
~ Lght Blue- 6 dmg
~ Purple- 6 dmg

Active Effects:
Rage Song!

"And done! Good riddance!" exclaims Ashara as she points her crossbow at the fleeing pirates and shoots at the one in the blue vest.

Attack roll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 -> Damage roll: 1d10 ⇒ 4

"Anyone needs healing?"

Alaric lets the song die down as Thurismund roars, apoplectic: "COME BACK HERE YOU FAE-WORSHIPING S*^&, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU BEG FOR A MERCY THAT WILL NOT HEAR YOU!"

"Is OK" says Alaric placidly to Ashara as the phantom continues to curse and threaten their rapidly departing enemies. "Thurismund has the little scratch. Excuses." He looks to the phantom and sighs. "He soon stop. Not worry."

Ashara picks off another of the pirates as the two ships strain against the remaining few ropes binding them together.
Meanwhile, Alaric lets his song die out while Thurismund rages on.. if the man could die again, he would probably be having a stroke right now!!

"Bold May Post"
Pherryn
Ashara
Fatham- Mage Armor
Alaric- Guidance
~Thurismund- Mage Armor, 1 dmg
Mykel
Pirates!
~ Burgundy- 6 dmg
~ Lght Blue- 6 dmg
~ Purple- 6 dmg

Active Effects:
Pherryn and Fatham: Go ahead and still apply bardic bonuses if applicable.

Pferryn tries to hit another of the pirates with his conjured acid.

Acid Splash: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 for acid damage of: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Not one to strike at a fleeing enemy, Fatham motions for Vexer to come back to the ship.

"That will teach them to attack indiscriminately," he observes. "We should let them go..."

Delay...