Wardove's Rumble in the Jungle

Game Master Laithoron

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"Pah, 'honor'," Ozyrankhus spits when he says the word, "what nonsense!"

From a fold in his robes Ozyrankhus retrieves a concealed rod or staff made of smooth wood and points it towards the now greyish-black sky above. The moment he does so, Priyya fires upon him, but once again her attack is blocked by the invisible shield of force protecting him.

With it raised high, he shouts out a single word of command and then lowers it towards the combatants. Searing eyes and pounding ear-drums, the skies seethe with electricity and a powerful bolt of lightning crashes down upon Eleventy-Eight then forks out to strike Darvesch, Isaac, the helmsman, Alis, and Lureene before continuing into the slave pit!

Isaac and Lureene recognize it immediately: Chain Lightning!

Darvesch and Isaac are both hard-hit, the entirety of their persons resounding with pain. The man piloting the ship is immediately struck dead, falling to the deck as a blackened husk. Alis somehow manages to avoid the chaining lightning bolt entirely, but Lureene is hard hit and even Grak is not entirely unaffected.

From on high, Priyya is horrified to see the bolt arc down into the slave pit racing from one man to the next scorching no fewer than 7 men to death before it finally stops! Above the terrified screams of the now panicked slaves, you hear Ozyrankhus chuckling darkly. That is when you notice that Eleventy-Eight is still crackling with energy, his some of the wounds inflicted upon him closing up before your very eyes!

Darvesch:
Upon seeing the effect of the lightning upon the mage's 'son', you realize the full extent of how unnatural he is. You knew that it had all the bulk and bearing of a half-ogre, yet it was too methodical in its movements, too intelligent in its reactions. What stands before you is not aberration, demon, or undead, but some manner of flesh golem the likes of which you have never heard. Somehow it possessed a keen intellect and was susceptible to Lureene's charms meaning it had retained its sentience somehow!

How in the hell had Ozyrankhus accomplished such an unholy feat? Then it occurs to you... Eleventy-Eight must have had 117 older 'siblings'.

Focusing on the present, you realize that fire and cold are your best hopes of slowing it down while lightning-based attacks will only heal it.

Rolls:
Readied attack 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 2 + 5 = 24 GH, smite

Spellcraft DC 21
A 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
D 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
I 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
L 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
P 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

dmg 13d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 5, 2, 2, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2, 4, 4, 3) = 36

Reflex DC 23-2 21 (secondary bolts)
A 1d20 + 10 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 3 + 2 = 34 resistance, evasion, GH
D 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 17 resistance, spell/SLA, GH
I 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 evasion
L 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 2 = 10 GH
g 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 2 = 24 GH

helmsman 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 evasion

D46 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
D45 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
D44 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
E44 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
E43 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
E42 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
D41 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Perception Checks
A 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 13 + 2 = 16 GH
D 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 15 + 2 = 24 GH
I 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25 GH
L 1d20 + 8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 3 + 2 = 27 alertness, GH
P 1d20 + 16 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (2) + 16 + 2 - 5 = 15 GH, distance

D Knowledge 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 2 + 4 = 29 arcana, GH, monster lore

Next Up: Alis, Lureene, Darvesch, Issac, Brute, Priyya, Ozyrankhus
MAP: The Falcata, (Round 00)

  • Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. r59
  • Invisibility: The swimmers should have just enough time to reach the ship before it expires.

  • A hp: 36 = 36/41
    .. Mage Armor 3et, See Invis 3:15md, Fly r 50
  • k: 20 = 20/20
  • D hp: 70 - 36 = 34/78
    ..     non-L: 3 = 3
    .. Air Bubble r 85, Protection from Evil r21
    .. Wis 14 = 14/18 (-2 penalty)
  • I hp: 57 - 36 = 21/66
    .. Fly r 83
  • L hp: 43 - 36 + 5 = 12/55 ER5
    .. Mage Armor 3et, Shield r 54, Blur 20% r55
  • g: 36 = 36/41
  • M hp: 82 = 82/82
    .. Ride the Waves 2:30et, Barkskin +3 2:45md
  •      t: 49 = 49/49
  • P hp: 46 = 46/46
    .. Fly r43, Protection from Evil r20, Smite vs Ozzy: att +5, dmg +4
  • T hp: 65 = 65/65
    .. Greater Luminous Armor 3et, Heroism 3:15md

  • A hp: 58 = 58/58
    .. Barkskin +3 2:35md, Air Bubble r40
  • G hp: 30 = 30/30
    .. Air Bubble r42
  • L hp: 14 = 14/29
  • N hp: 48 = 48/48
    .. Phantom Driver 3et, Water Walk 2:45md
  • S hp: 62 = 62/62
    .. Air Bubble r41


Male Sky Elf Game Master lv 20

Correction: Grak made his save and took no damage due to improved evasion. I missed the 1-hour mark by about 10-seconds. >.>

MAP: The Falcata, (Round -00)


"Good gods, what was that?!"

Alis drops her thieves' tools back on the deck yet again. She had hoped, perhaps, this bout would provide her with the opportunity to liberate Lilyana. She would probably be dead right now if I'd freed her.

Brushing the hair from her face, and squinting up against the pain throbbing in her cheek, she could see that Ozyrankhus was now holding some sort of magical implement in one hand, dagger in the other.

"El," she whispered, "we have to get that away from him before he can use it again — I don't think Darv and Isaac can survive another hit like that!"

Without waiting for a reply, Alis vaults into the air, flying straight at the mage, rapier in-hand and poised for a thrust.

Rolls:
Bluff Checks (improved feint)
A 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (7) + 23 = 30

Ozzy SM 1d20 ⇒ 7

disarm DC 26 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 1 + 4 + 1 = 35 enhancement bonus, diviner's fortune, successful feint


Ozyrankhus raises a thick, dark eyebrow and scoffs openly, "Foolish girl, that sliver of a blade won't even pierce my pro–"

At the last moment, the princess jukes in mid-air diverting the tip of her duelist's blade to perform a circular disarming maneuver that sends the wizard's staff tumbling into the sea!

"BRAZEN WHORE!!!"


Gotcha!

"EL!" she shouts, "Do something impressive!"

Next Up: Alis, Lureene, Darvesch, Issac, Brute, Priyya, Ozyrankhus
MAP: The Falcata, (Round -00b)
Note: Making a special exception by request to resolve Lureene's pending actions ahead of Darv and Isaac's coordinated attack.


Dwarf Lightbringer

"Flesh golem? How the hell did you manage that, Ozzy?" Darvesch ponders his situation as he nods to Isaac once more and grins. "Fire and ice, people! Fire and ice!" He readies to move to F.46 in unison with Isaac, and prepares to strike his unnatural foe to the ground. He doesn't move his gaze away from the brute, speaking to him in a strong dwarven voice.

Dwarven:

"I know what you are, construct. Though, I don't know how you have obtained sentience, my axe will burn through you all the same. I will say for you, however: you are the largest flesh golem I've ever seen."

Darvesch adjusts his energy to smite his automaton enemy. Bane:Construct

Rolls/GM:

Power Attack 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 2 + 4 + 2 = 28 good hope, outflank, Bane
Vital Strike damage 2d10 + 12 + 2 + 1d6 + 2d6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (3, 10) + 12 + 2 + (5) + (2, 1) + 2 + 3 = 40 good hope, precise strike, Bane, Judgement

Acro 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 1 + 2 = 14 good hope


Pushing himself forward he stepped up to the beast yet again five foot step into f.48, he was thankful that the Dwarf had took it upon himself to flank him on the far side. "Got it!" Isaac said as they moved at the same time, and was told that fire and ice would work nicely,too bad he didn't have any scrolls to cast magic. Raising his blade a second time to strike the beast again, hoping that the two of them could take it out quickly.

Rolls:

Power attack 1d20 + 14 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 4 - 2 = 18 Outflank
Vital strike as well 2d8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 4) + 8 + 4 = 24
Sneak attack 4d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 2, 5) = 18


Lureene feels intense pain arc through her body, and is amazed she is still able to move all of her body parts after that spell. She sees Grak escape the effects of the lightning and is secretly relieved. When she notes how the electrical discharge affected the brute, a sliver of fear pierces her heart.

What sort of beast is this?

As she glances up at the mage, she feels a small sense of satisfaction at his anger towards 'Lis.

Impressive 'Lis? I wish I had something impressive up my sleeve here...

As her gaze roams over the Brute, his body still crackling with electricity, a seed of a plan forms in her head. I need to get him off the ship and do something about that mage. Hmmm, maybe I can kill two birds with one stone here...

Before Isaac and Darvesch can act, she holds up a finger in a gesture asking for a moment. She then slides next to the brute and motions him to listen. As he turns to look at her, she lays a hand on his arm and says softly to him in the tongue of the infernals, her voices tinged with fury and pain.

Infernal:
"Your father has displeased me greatly by interfering in our duel for MY honor! I wish to know WHY he felt the need to interfere in this personal affair. I have cast a spell on you allowing you to take flight for a few seconds... BRING HIM TO ME!"

Actions/Rolls:
5' step to E47
Diplomacy (to give an order) 1d20 + 13 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 13 + 1 + 2 = 19 seductive, GH
Cast Fly (swift) on the Brute.
Note: Lureene wants this to occur before Darvesch and Isaac's attacks. If he seems willing to follow her instructions, she will delay her actions. If he does not comply, then she will fly to -C47.


Male Human Fighter 4

The brute and the two warriors check their weapons as Lureene rushes forward, pleading with Eleventy-Eight, voice rising in pitch as she goes on. When she finally finishes, the hulk looks down at her from within the inky blackness of its helm and replies.

Infernal:
"If I do this thing for you, Ozyrankhus shall surely destroy me. That is unless you and the princess can guarantee my continued existence, Lady Ourson."

Lureene:
When Eleventy-Eight answers, you suddenly realize that at no point have you ever identified yourself by name or by title, let alone Alis. Nor have you felt the mage prying inside your mind. Did he somehow already know?

Rolls:
Sense Motive Checks:
L 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 + 2 = 16 alertness


Lureene's face drains of all color when the brute responds to her. Both Darvesch and Isaac can see whatever he told her had the same effect as if he had clubbed her with his cudgel.

She glances up at where Alis and Ozyrankhus are squaring off, and sighs softly. Her voice is almost pleading as she responds to him.

Infernal:
"How...how did you know of us...we did not....well it does not matter now. Very well I agree to your condition. I will take you under my protection, and assist you with capturing your Fath...Ozyrankhus."


Male Human Fighter 4

Eleventy-Eight nods and accepts Lureene's spell.

Infernal:
"Very well then, my profane mistress. This duel shall be deferred."

He hesitates momentarily before adding something else.

Infernal:
"If you have knowledge of wards against lightning, I would advise girding your person."

With that, the brute drops his cudgel and takes off, flying straight for Ozyrankhus, ready to grapple his maker!

Rolls:
Diplomacy DC 22 1d20 + 13 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 13 + 1 + 2 = 21 seductive, GH, conditional bonus (backup)

AoO on 118 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

grapple DC 26 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27


Theme: Cometh the Hour pt 1

Lyrics:
A wake of devastation will not be tolerated. A threat without foundation will be eradicated. Defend our own existence from evil's pure persistence. And if our spirits falter, we face the devil's altar. (Repeat) Gods of darkness, heed my words of warning. When the worlds collide and skies fall down, In the pits of Hell we'll be. In damnation, crucified and tortured, As our spirits guide us through the fear to our immortality. Spirits guide us through the fear to our immortality

"Eeh?!" Ozyrankhus looks up in surprise as his 'son' hurtles towards him. "What nonsense is THIS now?"

The robust old mage swipes at Eleventy-Eight with his blade, but the weapon merely skitters off the brute's thick, leathery hide without effect. As powerful arms close about him, pinning his arms to his sides, he growls in anger.

Infernal:
"Folly, utter folly! I suppose it was wishful thinking to imagine that resuming my experiments with sentience would bear fruit. Unhand me at once!"

Next Up: Alis, Lureene, Brute, Darvesch, Issac, Priyya, Ozyrankhus
MAP: The Falcata, (Round 00c)


Will wonders never cease?!

Not about to wait for a written invitation, Priyya vaults over the crow's nest and flies down into the midst of her allies, he anger flaring ever hotter as she sees the massacre in the slave pit below.

"Goddess receive their souls," she murmurs.

Upon landing, she wastes no time in hold her hand aloft and unleashing a wave of healing energy upon the others.

"You know, handsome," she says pointedly, "you might be better off in whatever cell, from which you were loosed by our reckless patron."

"You have no idea how dangerous a game you play here," she pauses for a beat and continues, "with the gaggle of women who have happened upon you."

"Oh, and 'Ellie'? Your taste in men is exceeding great weird!"

Rolls:
heal 4d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 3, 2) + (2, 2) = 13

Stealth Checks
M 1d20 + 14 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 14 + 20 = 42 invis

A 1d20 + 3 + 20 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 20 = 35 invis
G 1d20 + 7 + 4 + 20 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 4 + 20 = 44 small, invis
S 1d20 + 19 + 20 ⇒ (1) + 19 + 20 = 40 invis

Perception Checks
A 1d20 + 13 + 20 - 5 ⇒ (9) + 13 + 20 - 5 = 37 see invis, distracted
D 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
I 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
L 1d20 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 3 = 27 alertness
P 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24

  • Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. r59
  • Invisibility: The swimmers should have just enough time to reach the ship before it expires.

  • A hp: 36 = 36/41
    .. Mage Armor 3et, See Invis 3:15md, Fly r 50
  • k: 20 = 20/20
  • D hp: 34 + 13 = 47/78
    ..     non-L: 3 = 3
    .. Air Bubble r 85, Protection from Evil r21
    .. Wis 14 = 14/18 (-2 penalty)
  • I hp: 21 + 13 = 34/66
    .. Fly r 83
  • L hp: 12 + 13 = 25/55
    .. Mage Armor 3et, Shield r 54, Blur 20% r55
  • g: 36 = 36/41
  • M hp: 82 = 82/82
    .. Ride the Waves 2:30et, Barkskin +3 2:45md
  •      t: 49 = 49/49
  • P hp: 46 = 46/46
    .. Fly r43, Protection from Evil r20, Smite vs Ozzy: att +5, dmg +4
  • T hp: 65 = 65/65
    .. Greater Luminous Armor 3et, Heroism 3:15md

  • A hp: 58 = 58/58
    .. Barkskin +3 2:35md, Air Bubble r40
  • G hp: 30 = 30/30
    .. Air Bubble r42
  • L hp: 14 + 13 = 27/29
  • N hp: 48 = 48/48
    .. Phantom Driver 3et, Water Walk 2:45md
  • S hp: 62 = 62/62
    .. Air Bubble r41


Speaking of great weird, as you converse, you suddenly notice the front of Lureene's blouse grow moist as a pair of wet hands clutch at her bosom! There is a barely restrained giggle, as a tall red-head, completely soaked, appears out of thin-air behind her, biting her lip mischievously!

Leaning over the succubus' shoulder, the green-eyes woman's eyes undress the tall, blonde warrior before her and she says, "Yeah, I need to teach her a thing or two, but Ellie's got good taste in women at least!"


From nearby you hear a muffled groan and a woman's voice gripe, "Dagôn's arse, Sasha, is there any time you're not actin' skanky?"

You hear a firm slap and Sasha's head is thrust forward as an attractive an athletic half-elf who is almost as tall appears behind her, short, black hair plastered to her head, piercing blue eyes threatening to burn a hole thru the human woman.

With a nod to the others, and to the tall stranger, she frowns, looking at the smoking corpse behind the wheel. "Guess I'll be takin' the helm, unless there's some damn booby-trap I need to know about."

Noting the epaulettes, no the tall man's pauldron's she adds, "Name's Mavato, sir, Aerys."


From the catwalk, you hear a sigh and the cracking of knuckles. "Whatever happened to waiting for backup to arrive?"

Isaac turns to see a man half a head taller and 6-inches broader in the shoulders appear. He has wild, long black hair, eyes as green and feral as some jungle cat's, and there are mithril claws affixed to the back of his hands which themselves appear to be clawed. When he speaks, you note that his canine teeth are particularly prominent. Everything about him testifies to a man who is more or less equal parts lion and man... although you're not sure about the man part.

Upon seeing the armor the elven warrior is wearing, the big man's eyes go wide and he straightens, hand snapping to his forehead in a brisk salute.

"Major! Lieutenant Malandraenas Tylalaes, marine corps. I guess you've met," he nods to the flying elf girl, "my superior."


"Yes, yes, formalities are all fine and well, but don't we have more pressing concerns?"

Trailing behind the imposing Lieutenant, you see his exact opposite, a short gnome with wet blonde curls and a neatly groomed goatee wearing a sopping robe of fine blue silk. He wrinkles his nose with distaste as the foul smell of the slave pit and comments, "Gods, it smells like someone was burning hair around here!"

He looks up towards Lureene, concern and suspicion evident on his face as he notices the young, good-looking soldier by her side. "My dear, I pray that it wasn't your radiant tresses that got scorched. And you, young fellow, keep your mind on the business at hand, don't go getting dreaming up any devious schemes, Master Gelik Aberwhinge has his eyes on you."

He casts a gaze back at the sight of Sasha groping Lureene and shrugs, commenting, "Well, one of them at least."

"By the way," he points a thumb behind him, towards the west, "does anyone know what that ball of fire heading this way is all about?"

Rolls:
Initiative Rolls
M 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

A 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
G 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
S 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Perception Checks
D 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
I 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
L 1d20 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 3 = 19 alertness
M 1d20 + 14 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 5 = 21 visual
P 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28
T 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

A 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 13 + 5 = 36 visual
G 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
S 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Next Up: Alis, Lureene, Brute, Sasha, Mal, Aerys, Gelik, Priyya, Darvesch, Issac, Ozyrankhus
MAP: The Falcata, (Round 00d)


As all heads turn to look, Isaac can just make out what appears to be a man, or perhaps angel flying towards the ship at incredible speed on wings of living flame! The entirety of his form is clad in resplendent plate armor seemingly composed of gold and copper.

Nodding twice, Aerys answers, "Aye, it's lookin' like Prince Tyralor's comin' this way in a hurry! I'm not seein' any cannon fire yet though."

With that, she kicks the charred corpse of the former helmsman aside and takes the wheel. "Uh, not to be breakin' up the reunion or nothin', but why's her highness off by her lonesome with those two mooks? Wasn't she stayin' back at the lighthouse with the professor?"


Letting out a disappointed sigh as he watches as the brute take off after his creator. Though what tore his attention away was the fact that Lureene's bosom was suddenly wet. Furrowing his brow for a moment till a tall red headed woman appeared out of thin air like Alis had before, his eyes widened at the scene than she addressed him in a way that if he was a more bashful man, he would have blushed.

She wasn't the only one to appear out of seemingly thin air. Watching as an another attractive woman swatted the back of the red heads head -whose name was apparently Sasha.

"No ma'am, the helm isn't booby-trapped, just a chain lightning spell." He assured her.

Though hearing the deep rumble and growl of seemingly a large man coming up beside him, he turned to look at him as the wild looking man stepped forward and then saluted him. Returning the salute, he nodded, and giving him a quiet 'at ease'. "Isaac Hlokenar, well met Malandraenas." He said trying to keep his tone serious, but friendly.

Before he can look away, thinking that was all for the new comers, he hears a smaller voice that made him double take. Smiling again as the gnome assumed that he would be thinking of pleasure before business was amusing, and shook his head at it. "Trust me, business before pleasure my good sir."

Isaac looked up towards the fire ball again, and finally realized what it was. "I do now." he muttered a bit to himself.


Lureene watches the brute head up to engage Ozyrankhus, and is completely caught off guard by the arrival of the reinforcements. Still she knows the group needed an update. She first nods to Aerys. "Yes, Aerys please take the helm. This storm we are in is NOT a natural one! Yeah, I am gonna have a chat with her about THAT!"

She then gives Sasha and Gelik a smile and replies, "I missed you too, Sash..and thanks Gel, I WAS rather badly scorched by that lightning bolt, but I will be OK."

She then addresses the others, "As you can see, we eliminated the former Captain and crew, BUT that mage still needs to be dealt with!" She points up to where the Brute has grabbed onto the mage. "That charming fellow..." she gives Priyya a pointed look, "I was able to convince to assist us against him. He is under my personal protection, do NOT attack him. I will explain further when we have time!"

As she turns to launch herself in the air, she pauses as something which Aerys said sinks in , "THAT is Prince Tyralor??"


Dwarf Lightbringer

Darvesch scoffs at Lureene, "Really? You're going to be the great protector now? Thank you sooooo much for taking care of that big mean Captain!" He laughs heartily.
He shouts to his Elven cousin, "Frænka! I need wings!"
Turning to Isaac, "Go! Help her!"
Darvesch waits, in anticipation, for his opportunity to face off against Ozzy.


Isaac had been watching Alis after everyone introduced themselves. He didn't really need the Dwarf to tell him to go help her since he had already been thinking about it. Nodding his head towards Darvesch, he flew up and went after Alis to help her.


Alis watches in surprise as the hulking brute flies up to grapple the foul old mage. Down below, falling behind the ship, she could still see the short wooden staff Ozyrankhus had dropped bobbing in the stormy sea, still glowing faintly from its recent activation.

I wonder if Lureene could make use of that.

She is just about to retreat to a safe distance and call it out to her friend when Darvesch shouts out to her for arcane assisting. Nodding in understanding, the princess is just about to return to the Falcata when suddenly the major flies up beside her.

"Isaac? What's going–"


Practically growling thru spittle-flecked lips, Ozyrankhus shouts, "Not so fast, princess!"

Rolls:
Concentration DC 10+18+4 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (14) + 20 = 34

Spellcraft Checks
A 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
I 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

A AoO 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 2 + 2 = 24 GH, Ozzy grappled
I AoO 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 2 = 33 Ozzy grappled
crit? 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 2 = 26 no
dmg 6 + 9 - 10 = 5 DR

Concentration DC 10+5+4 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30

Grapple DC 32 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30


What?! Doing her level best to conceal her alarm, Alis spins about just in time to see the mage enunciating another spell, forgoing its arcane gestures!

Strangling hair!

As one, the two flying elves strike at the wizard, hoping to disrupt the spell. Alis' rapier is unable to penetrate his defenses, and even the brunt of Isaac's attack is ablated, the major's hand stinging as if he's just struck a boulder!

Like a whip, Ozyrankhus' hair streaked forth, seeking to coil about Alis' slender neck. Yet such attacks were ones the members of her order were particularly well-trained to defend against. With a single graceful maneuver, the princess ducked at the last moment, circling her arms like a windmill, flinging the thick tendril aside.

"Not this time, wizard!"

Rapping Isaac by the arm, she shouted, "COME ON," racing back to the ship whereupon she ignores the appearance of your backup to land and touch Darvesch on the arm, calling out, "Fly!"

Giving a brief nod to the others, she smacks Sasha's hands off Lureene's breasts and points to the east, gasping, "The mage's staff! If you can retrieve–"

Rolls:
Bluff Checks
A 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (5) + 23 = 28

1d20 ⇒ 12


Theme: Cometh the Hour part 2

Lyrics:
Cometh the Hour of our Reckoning, we will be ready
Cometh the Man who will Fight beside me and be steady
Cometh the Angel, the messenger from Hell we dreaded
Cometh the Devil's disciples, so we must be ready

My heart is strong, my faith goes on, but if my world is threatened,
I'll fight the fight, they'll pay the price, their blood will flow with vengeance!
The dogs of war will rip apart hostility unbounded,
And to the end our guns will roar until the enemy is...

Crushed to the point of no return
Beg for mercy scum of Satan
Lucifer's a corpse in waiting!

Yet before she can finish, before Isaac or Darvesch can react, Ozyrankhus gives a cry of surprise. The spell holding Eleventy-Eight aloft was expiring!

His own flight spell overtaxed, the rest of you watch in surprise as Ozyrankhus struggles to stay aloft, cursing in fury, "Treacherous automaton! Short-sighted, conniving WHORE! You balk at godhood to serve a mortal? That is the choice of a LOSER!"

Suddenly his spell fails entirely, father and son fall plummeting towards the sea in a mortal embrace! Hair whipping violently, futilely, Ozyrankhus rants, "To shirk your fate is a child's delus–"

And in that instant, the frenzied mage's words were silenced by the surging waves!

Rolls:
Grapple DC 26 1d20 + 16 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 16 + 5 + 2 = 29 grapple unbroken, rage

Next Up: Alis, Lureene, Darvesch, Issac, Sasha, Mal, Aerys, Gelik, Priyya, ???
MAP: The Falcata, (Round 01)


Lureene watches the effects of her actions with mixed emotions. While she was glad to see Ozyrankhus taken care of, she was...concerned about Eleventy-Eight.

I hope he can make it back to the Falcata.

When Alis mentions the mage's staff, floating somewhere on the surface of the channel, she did not need to be told twice. She quickly casts a detection spell and launches herself into the air, scanning the choppy waves for the priceless item knowing not only could she use the precious item but keeping it out of Ozyrankhus' hands was even more vital.

Cast Detect Magic.
Fly behind the Falcata and start scanning for the staff.
Perception 1d20 + 8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 3 + 2 = 26 alertness, GH


Lureene launches herself off the back of the Falcata, Grak flying dutifully alongside her. Above, lightning now flashed on its own, the sensation of rain droplets on skin growing more frequent.

As the succubus scanned the choppy waters, she could see that there was an aura coming from nearly 100-feet behind the ship on the starboard (north) side. Although it would take a few more seconds to pin-point it using magic, she could just barely make it out, a 5-foot long staff of wood, it's pale, lacquered finish bobbing on the surface.

Instantly, she conveyed its location to Grak.

Yes missstressss, Grak shall ssswoop and sssnatch!

As if shot from a ballista, Grak dove after it, plucking the valuable item from the sea as deftly an an osprey might catch a fish! Behind them, the Falcata was drawing further away, the storm slowly accelerating it towards the west.

Rolls:
Grapple 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Distance: Lureene is about 60-ft east of the Falcata, Grak is another 50-ft east of her.


Dwarf Lightbringer

"Good job everyone." Darvesch complements the party and begins to walk to the front of the ship, "Can someone free these people? I need to check something." Darvesch motions to the slaves as he goes to look for the slaver that was hiding up at the front of the ship.


Darvesch begins walking toward the front of the ship, when he realizes it might very well be more expedient to fly. Below him, the slaves are still clamoring in a tongue he cannot understand, scared and confused by the violent displays of wizardry. Several who were nearest the battle have been reduced to little more than ashes. While nearest to the prow, another is dead from a broken neck sustained when the foremast caused the vessel to break and turn earlier.

Behind him, he hears Priyya reply, "Read my mind, Darvesch."

She promptly flies below trying to calm them as best she can while retrieving the key to unchain them. Further ahead, Prince Tyralor is still racing to close the distance, his fiery wing steaming in the increasing rainfall.

With a solid *thunk* Darvesch lands on the small foreward deck, and immediately hears someone hiding below the remnants of the ruined tent that once shaded the area. They are doing their best to remain quiet.

Rolls:
stealth 10 + 12 = 22 take 10

Perception Checks
D 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35


"Aww, this sucks!" Sasha whines, clapping her hands against her hips. "We swim all the way out here, and I didn't even get to shank a single pirate!"

Pouting, she turns to look out at Lureene and Grak before Alis clears her throat and motions for her to get off the trap door she's standing on. Frowning, the tall huntress goes to lean on the back rail looking at the approaching caravel now perhaps only a mile astern.

"Man, this weather is crappy too!"


"What's crappy," Aerys grumbles, "is we're needin' a few more folks what know their way around a ship instead of whinin' land-lubbers!"

"Be lucky if the winds don't go drivin' us into the cliffs..."


"I'll help as soon as I have Lady Hlokenar out of this cell. Mal, see if you can put any of what you learned about the White Pearl to good use."

With that she resumes her previously interrupted attempt to disarm the trap she was working on.

Rolls:
DD DC 25 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 18 + 2 = 32 GH 2 rounds remaining


Mal nods and looks to Aerys for direction. "Right, where do you need me 'Rys?"

Within a few moments, the former lookout turned pilot has the big man adjusting the mainsail to compensate for the loss of propulsion by the rowers.


With a shrug, Gelik joins Sasha, patting her on the back while they watch their winged-friend retrieving Ozyrankhus' staff. "On the bright side," he points up to a lone shape flying towards the ship from the north-west, "it looks like your Baby didn't forget about you."


"Awwww... poor Baby, you don't think he'll catch cold flying in this, do you?"

Straightening, she waves her arms, trying to signal to the juvenile pterosaur.

Round: 2


Dwarf Lightbringer

Darvesch turns up the ruined tent and simply says, "It's over. Come out."


Slowly, cautiously, Darvesch hears a trunk open from under the tattered canvas, and the man crawls out, wide-eyed and wild-haired. He looks to be of mixed heritage, with olive skin, a broad nose, and a head of tightly curled reddish-orange hair. He looks to be no more than 18 or 19 years old at most.

"That– that crazy wizard and his... guard, you got 'em?"


Dwarf Lightbringer

"Yes. For now. Are you injured?" Darvesch extends his hand to help Darrin up.


The young man takes Darvesch hand and winces as he stands up. He gives a short laugh at the question, and answers, "Cracked my head, landed on my shoulder, got my face slammed into the deck by that big guy... man, I feel like I got worked over by a press gang!"


Dwarf Lightbringer

"Here. Hold still." Darvesch places his hand on Derrin's forehead and heals his wounds. "Come, follow me. Stay behind me.. Just in case." He walks to the rest of the group and announces, "Princess Kirmoon, I have a request of you, if you'd be willing to hear me out."

Cure moderate wounds 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (5, 4) + 7 = 16


"Oh, uh... thanks mister. And yeah I'll stick close. Any of them blacks get ahold of me and I'm good as dead."

The truth of the young man's words become clear as Darvesch marches him back to the top deck and along the narrow catwalk. Down below, the men helping 'Sarah' to consolidate the dead along the first few benches, point and shout, faces lined with anger at the sight of one of their former oppressors.

It's only when the two reach the aft deck, and he has a chance to look around at the red-head leaning over the back rail, the blonde kneeling on the ground, and the brunette piloting the ship that he gives a long, low whistle. Leaning forward, he whispers to Darvesch, "You travel with some fiiine women! You a pimp or something?"

However, when everyone present turns to glare at him, Aerys cracking her knuckles, Sasha grinning like a wolf that just got tossed a baby, and the men like they're about to head for cover, he gulps hard laughing weakly and says, "Uh... just kidding..."

Darvesch wrote:
"Princess Kirmoon, I have a request of you, if you'd be willing to hear me out."

"Oh fuuu–"

MAP: The Falcata, (Round 05)

Rolls:
Perception DC 15
A 1d20 + 13 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 13 - 5 = 20 distracted
M 1d20 + 14 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 5 = 29 distracted

A 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
G 1d20 + 5 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 5 = 17 distracted
L 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 5 = 17 floor
S 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 2 - 5 = 26 human, distracted


There are several heartbeats of dread silence, before a soft *click* makes Darvesch's 'guest' nearly jump out of his skin. Yet the princess still doesn't answer, instead, she neatly tucks her thieves' tools back into their carrying case and clips it behind her belt pouch.

Standing up, she looks to the aft to see that Isaac is trailing behind the Falcata apparently keeping watch on Lureene. Seeming calm a cup of water, she says, "Lieutenant, please help Lady Hlokenar from her confinement."

As the big man moved silently to comply, Alis stepped out of the way, gazing down at the protesting masses below. The fact that her Frændi addressed her formally not lost upon her, Alis answered, "Master Hellhammer, I see that you have apprehended the whelp who thought it would be funny to shoot me out of the air a few minutes ago."

She removes her rapier case from its retaining clasp and turns it over in her hands, examining the intricate mithril-work of the hilt and the violet sapphire in the pommel. "What was it that you wished to discuss?"

Rolls:
DD DC 30 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32

Bluff Checks
A 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (16) + 23 = 39

Sense Motive Checks:
D 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 27
M 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

A 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
G 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
S 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9

Intimidate Checks
A 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 10 + 2 + 4 = 29 AA Aerys, AA Sasha

A 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
S 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24


"Missstressss, here isss the wizard'sss ssstick!"

Flapping up, Grak extended the device to Lureene, his larger size making it a simple matter to carry it.

Bobbing his head twice towards the slow-moving galley, he continues, as the wizardess continues to scan the sea, looking for whatever became of Eleventy-Eight and Ozyrankhus, "The handsssome elf isss with usss, but the ship doesss not ssstop."


Dwarf Lightbringer

"I did. Yes. I wanted to discuss the possibility of establishing a Darfar Lightbringers chapter." Darvesch says in a cold military tone. He continues in his native tongue,

Dwarven:

"With your permission, I'd like to conscript this man into the Lightbringers. His punishment will be to be shaped into a better man, and live out the rest of his life making up for the wrongs he has done."

He looks at the man and back to Alis, "The Lightbringers will love the idea of being represented by Darfar and the Kirmoon family, I'm sure. We can discuss the establishment at some point later, if you wish. I simply wish to have permission to go ahead with the drafting of such a treaty."


Watching Lureene fly off, Isaac felt it was in his best interest to follow her, just in case anything tried to pop up and surprise them. He wouldn't let her get hurt.

Flying up next to Lureene and her Eidolon, he looked around as well for the staff that the mage could have had. "Have you seen the staff yet Lady Lureene?" He asked, his tone formal while he kept his eyes on the water for any signs of the staff, Eleventy-eight, or Ozyrankhus.

Rolls:
Perception 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22


Alis listens to Darvesch without saying a word. When she draws her blade to examine its edge, the man standing behind the dwarf gives a small whimper. Behind her, he can see the gigantic man with black hair reach down into the trap door below him and lift out the young woman they had abducted as effortlessly as if she was a toy doll. The look that Lilyana gives him could turn have turned him to stone.

"I see..."

She places the tip of her needle-sharp rapier on the deck rotating it back and forth between thumb and two fingers.

"Very well, I shall leave the boy's fate and the terms of his internment to the justice of the Lightbringers."

Alis sheathes her blade and snaps the scabbard back into its retaining clasp with a strike from the palm of her hand. She motions to the open trapdoor behind her. "In the meanwhile, unless you trust him to aid in sailing without being strangled by the men being emancipated this very instant, there is a vacant cell you may make use of at your discretion."

At length, Alis meets Darvesch's gaze and speaks to him in his native tongue.

Dwarven:
"I will be eager to see the treaties you propose. No doubt Dafar and this Kirmoon at least will have great need of the Lightbringers."

After a pause, she adds, "Thank you, Frændi."

Turning to greet Lilyana, she adds, "Let me know if you need the boy turned into a pelican or some such for your troops' target practice."

As she says this, she flashes her cousin a wink the others cannot see, and he knows full well that beyond making the young man sweat just now that she has no intention of interfering with his plans.

Rolls:
Bluff Checks
A 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (8) + 23 = 31

Sense Motive Checks:
D 1d20 + 18 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 18 + 5 = 40 familiarity


Lureene notices the handsome elf's eyes roaming over her body and gives him a playful wink, and holds up her hands, now holding the powerful magic item. "You mean...THIS staff?" She gives him a sultry look, "Or was there another staff you thought I should be holding?" Her good mood is dampened though as she realizes there has been no sign of Eleventy-Eight or Ozyrankhus.

She mentally instructs Grak to keep looking for them, while turning back to Isaac. "If we cannot find them soon, we will need to return to the Falcata!"

Rolls:
Perception 1d20 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 3 = 25 alertness


Isaac smiled when she showed that she had found the staff that Alis had told her to find, but before he could congratulate her on her success, he found himself a lose of words for a moment as her innuendo didn't go unnoticed. "I, uh... No my Lady, you found the right staff.." he said doing his best to keep the color out of his darkly tanned cheeks.

Seeing there was no signs of the two, he sighs, "Lets return back to the ship, there isn't much else we can do for the brute and his creator at the moment." he said sounding a little disappointed that they weren't able to find them.


Lureene feels a sense of shame about the effect her teasing had on Isaac. Turning her head away from him for a moment, she wipes the spray from her eyes as she mentally focuses on the task at hand. She can almost hear Princess Alis chastising her in her mind.

This is neither the time, nor the place for this, El! You are not that brazen whore you used to be...you are a LADY now...time to act like it!

She turns back to Isaac and nods in response to him. "Yes, Major. That is a good idea."

As the two head back to the Falcata, Grak staying behind with Lureene struggling to keep pace with the faster Major, she says to him "Major...I...I hope you did not take offense by my comment just now. It was inappropriate and I ask your forgiveness."

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