Tark's Skull and Shackles: Besmara's Harpies (Inactive)

Game Master Tark the Ork

At that Rhialla lets out a snicker bordering on a giggle.

"I'll bet."

Too bad I cunnent find ya last night, sweet cheeks. When we're both back on deck I'll give ya a good, hard ride too. It's a promise.

Although her boast is accompanied by a snigger, it's clear Siera fully acknowledges the possibility of one of them dying on a sailor's blade by the end of the day.

"Guess I'll have to hold you to it"

Tark, word on the Sleep scroll?

Oh, yeah sure.

Rounds 1 through 4

Ryzern keeps to solid cover. Freshly penned scroll in one hand and enchanted hook in the other.

Need to get maps fully set up. Look forward to update and official start of the boarding action tonight. :)

Lorn's bolts find targets more or less as her first shot is responded with a satifying yell from an unfortunate sailor on the opposite side. With remarkable accuracy her little crossbow continues to find targets to puncture and before the ships even make contact one of the crosbowmen are down.

Sylvestra bolts find similar luck as another sailor goes down. As the rest buff, pray, or mutter to their weapons in the eventual desire for blood thirst.

As the boats collide you hold fast while the screams of battle, the sound of grapples hitting wood and planks being laid down to cross echo around you. Orders in Rahadoumi are shouted to sailors and like it or not you've just committed an offense punishable by hanging in about 90% of the world (the other two places punish it with dismemberment and beheading, and at least one place punishes it in much more gruesome fashions).

With battle joined it's now or never.

Pirates
Ryzern1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Mugwort 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Mumbata 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Lorn 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Sylvestra 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Rhialla 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Siera 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

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Sailors
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

14.7

SCURVY PIRATES ARE UP!

MAP IS IN THE DESCRIPTION ABOVE!

NOTES ABOUT THIS FIGHT!: The ship is covered entirely ina number of fog cloud spells. This means that a 20% miss chance exists for anyone you are adjacent to and 50% for anyone farther than that. You can choose to go around and take the plan to the west but other pirates are pouring over it thus the terrain below the aft deck where you are is considered hindering due to the chaos happening there. Jumping is also an option, simply bear in mind the price for failure.

Round 1.
Taking a pot shot, Ryzern is not quite crazy enough to want to be first across.

50% miss: 1d100 ⇒ 2 and a bolt sails into the mists.

Mugwort gets ready, holding his blunderbuss in his left hand and his axe in the right. He climbs to the top of the railing near him and lets out a Goblinish whoop of joy/rage/terror/fear and leaps across to the enemy vessel's dinghy!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

As he flies, he screams out a Goblin war song!

"Goblins cut and goblins bite!
Goblins maim and goblins fight!
Cut the sailors, smash they head!
Pirates here and YOU BE DEAD!"

If he lands sucessfully and has any actions left, he readies a handaxe attack at the first sailor to get close! Axe attack!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21 for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 +1 attack if no allies are adjacent!

20% Miss Chance (low is bad, m'kay?): 1d100 ⇒ 97

Finding the odds of hitting an enemy unlikely, Siera picks up the grappling hook and awaits for the moment.

Why, ya wanna a ride, halfpint? If so I'll tell ya the same I told pretty boy there last night: Hang on tight, it's gunna be a rough ride!

Grappling hook roll: 1d20+2+1

Did Siera's grappling hook toss catch? If so, Lorn will not chance the sharks in the water nor the ones on main deck. Acrobatic to cling to Siera and drop to other side? 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Round 5: HP 10/10, AC12
Reloading the crossbow to shoot at what she has no idea. A quick glance into the maelstrom of combatants on the deck below her, not that she could discern pirate from sailors in this fog; all of whom were inclined to split her in twain. A fast movement catches her eye and an caterwauling goblin song offends her ears. "Easiest decision yet on this tub. Move to next tub. Siera! Were you successful? I'll take that ride."

Thinking she should feel scared, Siera smiles exhilarated. At a moment like this, luck favors the bold and the fool, and gods know she's both. Taking a last look at Rhialla, Siera feels the need for a quick prayer.

Watch this, b!%+~ queen. Watch this battle and know every drop of blood shed by my fists is dedicated to you. Watch and wet yourself, you filthy whore.

Satisfied with her exemplar devotion, Siera hangs tight on the rope attached to the hook, takes a few steps back, grabbing the halfling, and...

By Besmara's bloody c&@+!

...jumps through the space between the ships, hoping to face her enemies.

Move Action: Move to U-32 and from there jump to S-33, then continue moving to R-31.
Acrobatics check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Swift Action: Enter Dragon Style stance.
Standard Action: Attack sailor 1.
Attack roll (Power Attack): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Damage roll: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Don't forget the Bless and Moment of Greatness bonus, not that it might make much of a difference

Seeing Siera flash her a look of pure recklessness, a laugh begins to bubble up from Rhialla's throat as she sends a dagger of water that freezes in midair, hurtling into the mist on the other ship, hoping to at least cover their trip across.

Ranged touch1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Cold damage

Not even waiting to se what she hit, the young cleric sends herself into a wild leap off the railing, launching into the utter chaos that made her feel alive.

Acrobatics1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21

Grunting under his breath something unbecoming about the Wormwood, Mumbata follows across the deck down towards the west where he crosses over onto the other ship.
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Tark, it looks like I will have to take a double move action in order to close with the pirates. Because of my large bulk, would I be able to step down or is the distance too far?

Sylvestra choose to provide cover to the others, taking another shot with her crossbow and reloading the weapon.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

@Mumbata: Works for me.

Leaping across the deck Siera and Mugwort make short work of one of the sailors who barely has a chance to let out a croak of alrm before being cut down. Bolts fly across both sides with neither having much affect on either you or them. Two sailors step in and try to defend the wheel from the encroaching madwoman and goblin one even managing to score a blow to the small goblin. 2 damage

ROUND 2!

PIRATES ARE UP!

HP 18/20

Mugwort lets out a battlecry that turns into a bloodthirsty yell. He fires his blunderbuss in a cone, blasting the sailors # 8,7 and 6 with shot!

Attack vs #8!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Attack vs #7!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Attack vs #6!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Sigh...I suppose it will look better if I am on the other boat.

Ryzern ducks and scrambles to the rail unlimbering the enchanted grapnel as he does.

With a quick toss the magic in the steel takes hold and the grapnel sets itself solidly in the yardarm or the embattled merchantman.

{Not sure of how the actions will play out but Ryzerns next goal is to climb up the rope into the prey's rigging. climb check if needed: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3. Well this will take a bit longer than anticipated. Fail by >5 (assuming DC15 for the rope)so a fall but as this was the first roll the fall is from 0 feet.}

Spurred on by the sounds of combat, Sylvestra follows suit with the others, leaping across to the next boat hand on her hat to keep it from flying away. Landing she glares at the nearest foe, giving him the evil eye.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Nimbly dancing into the fray Rhialla's blade finds the side of one of the enemy sailors in Siera's wake.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
1d6 ⇒ 3

Lumbering foward, Mumbata yells out a roar. Unlike the others Mumbata did not hold with the Pirate Queen. His was a god of the earth, seas and spirits. It was many gods and none. They would not understand. What was happening here today was a tragity. One that Mumbata wished he did not have to take part it. Such was the way of life and he would deal with the consquences later. Plugg and his vile stoodge scourge would pay. Of that Mumbata was for sure. All would pay for their deeds, in this life or the next.

Grunting as his foot hit the deck, Mumbata threw himself into the frey. Between his besital claws and extended jaw Mumbata looked more beast then man.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Full-round action: Flurry of blows.
First Attack (using Power Attack): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Second Attack (using Power Attack): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 1 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Critical threat confirmation (using Moment of Greatness): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18
Critical extra damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Fists up and head bobbing, Siera throws a sweeping right-to-left strong punch, forcing her opponent to dodge low. As he does so, she smiles wickedly, tugging on his hair just enough to pull his head down while her knee connects with the sort cartilage of his nose.

Lorn to finish off the round.

Releasing her hold, Lorn lands clear of the acrobatic wall of pain that is called Siera. Checking to see she is not in immediate danger, hopefully the fog hides her from combatants. She knows she nailed one of the crossbowman earlier, she needs some different colored bolts. Working her way to the gunnel, she starts her search.

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

If successful,

Lorn pulls a handful of bolts 1d6 ⇒ 5 and reloads for next round's hunting. An unpleasant grin sneaks unto her face. Yes. The Wormwood's attrition rate is about to go up.

Lorn can't get to any dead crossbowmen right now. You guys do know the combat map is in the description of the campaign right? Right above the thread?

Well. Now I feel silly. A bit o'retcon, if it pleases you master TarkXT?

Releasing her hold, Lorn lands clear of the acrobatic wall of pain that is called Siera. Checking to see she is not in immediate danger, hopefully the fog hides her from combatants. She seeks a hidey hole she can safely reek havoc from. Underneath the longboat would do nicely, moving there and loading up her crossbow, she take aim at the planks, she is looking for a particular someone.

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Nice. I'll throw you a bone here and have it not be one of the officers. Since most of them could wipe out the party by themselves if made upset.

RESULTS OF ROUND 1

Mugworts boom stick finds skin to mar. But little more than annoy his foes with minor bee stings.

Rhialla finds more luck with her rapier as she rushes in and darts a quick slash across a sailors arm. Grunting in pain he responds with a stab to her midsection with a stab from his short sword and falls short as Rhialla uses the superior reach of her rapier to keep him off target.

Mumbata lumbers forward unable to pick out tarets at the full reach of his spear and tries to cuff one of the shocked sailors off the stern. He regains his senses just quick enough to dive back into the fog before reaching out with his short sword and finding nothing but air in his fear.

Siera's little plan works perfectly and bare handed she kills another Rahadoumi sailor and his comrade starts to reconsider straight up combat with her as he reaches out and shoves his short sword underneath her arm pit scoring a deep wound 4 damage but not doing much to stop her.

Lorn's own efforts at removing future liabilities from whatever plots go on behind her eyeballs finds success as Fipps Chumlett the fat arse flies off the plank with a muffled cry followed by a satisfying splash and further cries of shock and horror as the sharks answer the dinner bell.

Two of the Rahadoumi sailors draw blades and join the fray in a ditch effort to protect the wheel and the siege engines that may yet help stave off the assault. Both find their marks as with a cry they find flesh with their blades. Rhialla takes 5 damage while Siera takes 7 damage

Round 2

Siera cries in pain from the wounds, channeling the pain and anger into the knuckles of her fists.

Arrh! Before this is over I'll shove that sword up yar dungholes! I'll bite yar cocks off ta feed the sharks!

Full-round action: Flurry of blows.
First Attack (using Power Attack): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Second Attack (using Power Attack): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
5-ft. step back to R-32.

A bare, black foot leaves the wood to find purchase in the kneecap of the nearest sailor, shattering bone and cartilage. As her enemy screams from the pain, Siera plants a powerful hook punch on the sailor's windpipe, cutting off his voice (and probably life). Taking a step back, the fighter gathers her breath for another assault.

TarkXt, I(we?) appreciate the non-wiping-out-the-party bone you tossed Lorn.:-)

Round 2

A sly satisfied grin sneaks onto Lorn's face as she listens to Fipps panicked struggle in the waters below. This is quickly wiped away with consternation hearing Siera cry of pain. A last glimpse at the fog enshrouded plank, calculating her chances of another opportunity over a loss of Siera. Lorn could not forgive herself if she could've done something. A snarl escapes her lips, she turns and approaches the battle behind her with a cocked crossbow. She braces against the oddly placed fleshy mast (Q32/Q33) to fire at a foggy sailor.
perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Attack Crossbow: to hit 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 = 16; Damage 1d6 ⇒ 1
(+1 BAB, +1 str or dex,+1 racial,+1bless)
Crit Autoroll1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16; Damage 1d6 ⇒ 5
Chance miss 20%adj, 50% further 1-50 miss. 1d100 ⇒ 48

The fleshy mast she braced against shifted unnaturally or rather This is no mast. This is Mumbata! The realization shocks Lorn, throwing her aim off and the bolt thunks loudly into the bulkhead.

Mugwort grins as the blunderbuss goes off, watching as the blast hits the sailors. In the same vein he lets out a high pitched laugh and and swings his axe at Sailor 3!

Attack!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 for 1d4 ⇒ 1 damage! Miss chance; low is bad, m'kay?: 1d100 ⇒ 70

"Sigh." Recalling the hook with a whispered word. Ryzern begins to make his slow thumping way across to the other ship via the gangway.

Double move to -35,Q.

Seeing the wounded Siera come near, Sylvestra reaches a hand out to her and sends a wave of healing energy into her. "A little aid, to help you make good on that promise to 'em."

Cast CLW on Siera.
CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Rending and tearing, gnashing and biting, Mumbata threw himself into the frey. Over his right shoulder a crossbow bolt narrowly whizzed by, causing the man to recoil before turning back into the onslaught. Throughout the smoky expanse of the ship, Mumbata cursed to himself. He hated this, This was not what combat was supposed to be. He knew at that moment he would not kill the sailors because the vile captain of the Wormwood had told him too. Letting his claws flash forward towards one of the sailors, Mumbata turned the rake at the last second trying to knock the man out rather than savage him. He would not be a slave to these men. He would not allow them to force him to take a life.

Non-Lethal Bite Attack 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 4 = 20
Damage 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Non-Lethal Claw Attack 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 7 - 4 = 17
Damage 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Non-Lethal Claw Attack 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 4 = 5
Damage 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Seeing the wounded Siera come near, Sylvestra reaches a hand out to her and sends a wave of healing energy into her. "A little aid, to help you make good on that promise to 'em."

If ya wanted a piece, red, all ya had ta do is ask! I'll make sure to squeeze you in sometime.

Need Rhialla to finish up the round.

If ya wanted a piece, red, all ya had ta do is ask! I'll make sure to squeeze you in sometime.

Mugwort giggles at these humans who have to schedule their rutting. Goblin sex was much more spontaneous. And vicious. And cannibalistic.

Rhialla counters, the gash in her side throwing her aim off.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
1d6 ⇒ 3

If any attack against her misses, Rhialla will as an immediate action, teleport behind her opponent as per her domain power.

Ripping and tearing through your foes nearly all fall over, die, and at least one seeing Rhialla disappear into the mist suddenly and feeling the point of her blade on the back of his head simply throws down his blade and falls to his knees screaming his surrender.

As you get into te thick of battle the fog clears just enough that more of the battle can be seen. Some of you look to take stock of the battle and idly wonder whether you'll be hanged as pirates or celebrating your newfound status as dishonest to gods pirates today.

PIRATES UP!

MAP UPDATED IN DESCRIPTION!

Round 3
A petite Lorn steps away from the enlarged enraged Mumbata, she feels even smaller as the towering monstrosity is swallowed by the fog, accompanied by screams from the shadowed figures she missed. Then it all quiets down in front of her. "Yeah... Reload."
She takes this moment to scan her surroundings, the swirling fog parts enough to spot a bit of drama across the deck.
perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
"Heh."The sailor is doomed either way but could get a cut in, tempting to watch. On the other hand, his death just might serve a useful purpose, for me.
"Capt, Watch your backside!" Her shrill warning cuts through the fog as fast as her crossbow fires the bolt.
Attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 Damage 1d6 ⇒ 6
"HSSSsssss. Damn fog hides everything." Missed the captain and the sailor likely as well.

Lorn misses but her warning does not go unheeded as the captain turns and gives the young sailor a swift decapitating flick of the wrist with his thick blade. HE pauses just enough to find out who warned him and gives Lorn a small nod of acknowledgement before booting in the captain's quarters.

As Lorn yells a warning to the Captain and fires Rhialla quickly weighs her options.

"Ah, dammit!" she mutters, sending a dagger of wather that freezes as it streaks towards the sailor sneaking up on the captain, a shard of Ice plunging into the man.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Mugwort grins at the carnage around him and takes a moment to coup de grace the sleeping enemy at his feet. After all, a goblin IS a goblin, really.

Taking advantage of the pause in the fighting Ryzern calmly walks aft and takes the wheel.

"Someone should secure those ballistae. It would be, regrettable, if they were to be turned on the officers."

The wizard's face and voice are deadpan.

Gimme some space, big guy - I can't even see them!

Siera will wait until Mumbata moves. It would be splendorous if he took a 5ft step to O-33.

Gut it. Mumbata rumbles before taking a five foot step towards the starboard side of the ship and lashing out with a claw towards the nearest sailor.

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MA: 5' step to O-33
SA: Non-Lethal Claw Attack 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 4 = 6
Non-Lethal Damage 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Forgot the bless last round

Sylvestra to finish this round. Also Mugwort just did in fact gut one of the sailors Mumbata knocked out. Now the little guys just following orders. :P

Screw it.

As some of you grow restless and try to wade into the fray below Riaris's voice cuts over the din. "GET YOUR F*$$ING ARSES BACK ON THAT GODSDAMNED STERN AND WATCH THE WHEEL! IF EVEN ONE OF THESE BASTARDS ESCAPE THE CAP'N WILL STITCH YER HIDES INTO A NEW FLAG FER THA F%~%ING WORMWOOD!"

MEssage delivered some of you reluctantly retreat back to the stern for now.

4th Round: Nothing happens. You may spend this round rearranging yourselves on the stern or by the lifeboats as you choose.

5th round: A massive explosion beneath deck rocks the boat. The battle halts just a brief moment as everyone tries to regain their balance before the fight begins a new.

LEss than a minute into the fight and it's apparent to everyone that the pirates are winning.

About 7 rounds pass before the next event in the fight. Please make any adjustments in terms of buffs and positioning you would like to make before we get to the end part of this boarding action.

Intl check 1d20 ⇒ 1 HA!

Riaris's commanding cursed voice pierces into habits drilled into her since childhood, upwelling memories of Chelaxian slavery. With punishment imminent, she rushes Full round movement to the stern and personally takes control of the wheel. She readies a hydraulic push against any who would dare pry her fingers away from the helm.