Year of Our Lord 1437 Table 2 (Inactive)

Game Master Michael Johnson 66

Weird...i posted like an hour ago and dont see it....odd...

Well, you still have round 2 actions to make as far as I can see...

Weird...i posted like an hour ago and dont see it....odd...

Also, you're down 17 of your 24 hit points so far, Vanna, leaving you with 7 hit points... Those wounds hurt...

BARFIGHT IN CASABLANCA!! ROUND 3!! FIGHT!! EEEEEK!!

ALTIN!
LORD PERPIREEN!
VANNA!
CPT BARAK!
FM TORUKO!
WULFGAR!
MWIKALI!
VOLREG!
CREWMEN!

OOH-OOH-AH!!

So assuming I'm out of range for any AoO...

Altin sings out in Romani, waving his hands in confusing gestures.

Casting daze on the captain, Will DC 14.

So assuming I'm out of range for any AoO...

Altin sings out in Romani, waving his hands in confusing gestures.

Casting daze on the captain, Will DC 14.

Will save vs DC 14 daze 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 succeeds!

Captain Barak resists Altin's enchantment!

Dang! Sorry Wulfgar, tried to help!

On his turn
Volreg attempts to jump onto his table so he can send an other blast of electricity into the captain.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Electric Blast+Point Blank Shot:Touch: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 1 = 18 -4 if cover still applies.
Electric Damage+Point Blank Shot: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8

From previous misses, his touch AC is above 14... Let's hope he doesn't still have cover...

On his turn

Volreg attempts to jump onto his table so he can send an other blast of electricity into the captain.

[DIce=Acrobatics]d20+7
[Dice=Electric Blast+Point Blank Shot:Touch]d20+4+1 -4 if cover still applies.
[Dice=Electric Damage+Point Blank Shot]d6+2+1

From his higher vantage point on the table, Volreg is able to make a clearer shot at Captain Barak with his electric blast, scorching the slaver with lightning!

AAAAARRRRGGHHH!!!

Down 37 hp!

Vanna shifts her focus to the captain, trying to drop him.

stab: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 231d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6moving to flank if i can...

Vanna shifts her focus to the captain, trying to drop him.

[dice=stab]1d20+6; 1d6+3moving to flank if i can...

ARRRGH!! Vanna’s rapier sinks into the captain’s abdomen, spilling more of his blood on the caravanserai floor!

Badly wounded, and clearly unnerved by the magical powers Altin and Volreg display, Captain Barak strategically withdraws from the fray as best he can, but the cramped caravanserai makes a clean break impossible...

Provoking AoO from Vanna and Wulfgar as he flees the caravanserai!

Seeing his captain routed by the Northman and his company, First Mate Toruko turns and flees from the fray as well, dashing out of the caravanserai and off into the night!

Withdraw from combat and double move out of the caravanserai...

The crewmen, scorched by Mwikali’s magic fire spell, and intimidated by Altin’s and Volreg’s displays of magical power, and by Wulfgar’s and Vanna’s victory over their captain and first mate, run from the caravanserai out into the night!

'Oh thank God, I was afraid this would be the end, that my anger finally got the better of me. But if we don't stop him he will just enslave more people.' Seeing the captain turn to flee, Wulfgar considers letting him go unmolested, but he remembers the years at the oar. "wej wej rIn malja'" He swings his greatsword at the fleeing captain.

Rage, AC -2 attack: great sword
AOO: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 for damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (5, 2) + 9 = 16
crud, good luck Giovanna.

'Oh thank God, I was afraid this would be the end, that my anger finally got the better of me. But if we don't stop him he will just enslave more people.' Seeing the captain turn to flee, Wulfgar considers letting him go unmolested, but he remembers the years at the oar. "wej wej rIn malja'" He swings his greatsword at the fleeing captain.

Rage, AC -2 attack: great sword
[dice=AOO]1d20 + 8 for [dice=damage]2d6 + 9
crud, good luck Giovanna.
** spoiler omitted **

The captain dodges Wulfgar’s swing!

When the others come to the ship they find Load P siting on the rail next to the gang plank smoking a tiny pipe of weed. There is no sign of the rest of her crew.

"Well what took you so long, and the ship is ours matesies, OOOarrr" he says

Before leaving the caravanserai...

Altin grabs the wounded Vanna's arm to support her as the captain and his mate flee the scene. "We should get out of here, fast!" he growls. "Lord Perpireen is at the ship, we should join him." To Vanna he says, "Are you alright, m'lady? I have a potion here if you need it."

Assuming we boot it to the ship...

Arriving at the ship, Altin sees Lord P on the rail, smoking his pipe. "So you managed to clear out all the rest of the crew? Well done! And... what is that thing in your mouth? What's the smoke all about...?"

He smiles.

"It's a local smoking weed they sell. Said to aid with the pains of old age."

She blows a smock ring.

"Some of you look hurt, come on ship and head for the bunks, best we off the ropes and be out in the bay"

During the next downtime, Altin will get Lord P to introduce him to the way of the pipe.

Mwikali does Healing touch on Vanna and then on Wulfgar

Vanna: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Wulfgar: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Offering a shoulder to Vanna as well, he follows the group to wherever they lead him off to.

"I don't think it was wise to start a fight with that man, but at least we got out alive!"

Vanna stabs the north most crewman deeply! He screams in agony...He shrieks and falls to the floor, twitching in an expanding pool of blood!

did he have any possessions?

At the caravanserai
answering Altin, also it looks like Giovanna took 17 point damage and Mwikali has healed 6 of those.

'Blast the bastard got away!' Seeing his foe flee, Wulfgar releases he rage, and almost slumps to the floor. Nodding his head at altin, "Your are right we need to go, but save your potion."

He then reaches over to Giovanna just after Mwakali, Laying hands on the Swashbuckler he says a quick prayer, "ghaH QaH"

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

feeling Mwakali's healing touch, he nods to he witch, "Thank you." and then quickly grabs whatever possessions the dead pirate had and follows Altin and the others to the boat, calling up to Volreg. "True Volreg, I should not have attacked, but the man had evil intentions, and my anger got the better of me. Thank you all for your help. I would have gotten myself killed were it not for you all."

at the boat
Nodding his head in agreement with Altin, "Yes, well done Little Lord." Looking at the boat Wulfgar, speaking his thoughts as much to himself as to the others. "This is what the Arabs call a dhow, it will need a crew of around ten. If we had time I could teach you all to sail it. If we want to leave soon, we will need to hire a crew."

Walking up the gangplank, he asks, "Do we want to try and spend the night here, or do you think the captain will come looking for us?"

once on the boat, Wulfgar lays hands on Giovanna again.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

He then prays for himself;

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

@Mwakali, not that I'm complaiining, did you have enough spells for healing touch? I though you only prepaired 'burning hands.'
@MJ66 is the Dhow one mast or two?

I wanted to skewer that pig...he'll get his due. By the gods, this hurts...that blade of his was sharp. I might have to get some new armor...this leather held up but might neex serious repaur. Thank you fir the healibg, Wulfgar.

at the boat

We might need to scrub this from stem to stern...just to get rid of the stench...disgusting. Shall we keep her or sell it?

'I never really noticed.' Sniffing the air Wulfgar turns to Giovanna, "You know, I never really noticed the smell before." He shrugs, "Always smelled like 'boat' to me."

He gestures to the boat in general. "I may not have trusted the Captain, but he had good taste in vessels. There are good points to both keeping her and selling her."

He looks to the rest of his companions, smiling. "Any opinions? Either way, smell or no, we may need to spend the night here to protect our 'investment'"

As they talk, Wulfgar starts moving through the boat, looking carefully at it's fixtures, stores and equipment.

he will take '10' (15) on perception inspecting the boat.

It is a cool night, the 8th of January, and a waxing crescent moon hangs in the sky amid stars that twinkle like fairy jewels dangling in spiderwebs against a field of midnight blue...

The tide gently rocks the Alanqilis at the dock in Anfa, and the adventurers debate the merits of selling or sailing the dhow...

Altin considers the ship. "We have a mode of transport right here. If we can get some hired help in the morning and set sail quickly, we should take it elsewhere and sell it. I imagine there could be trouble if we try to sell it here. After all, it's not like we bought it from its previous owner. I think we should leave, get to a place where neither we nor the ship are known, then sell it."

Passers by give the Alanqilis wide berth, having heard that it is haunted by vengeful spirits...

In Arabic; There she is! The Eel! She’s haunted by the ghosts of Christian nuns raped at sea by those pirates Captain Barak and First Mate Toruko! Beware!

I say, Lord Perpireen, you did a fine job spooking the crewmen off this boat! Well done, m’lord!

Walking on board, Volreg looks about and grins slightly. "Lord Perpireen, I think you have outdone yourself this time. We have transport, and a place to sleep for at least a few nights while tending to our wounds. How is everybody faring? I will likely buy some items in the morning to help with travels. Maybe even a healing stick!"

I think perhaps selling the ship in another port would be better....at least my opinion. I too wouldn't mind a few new tools. A new armoured shirt I think....maybe a new blade. Fir niw, a good night's rest. We should post a watch...just to be safe. buying a mithral shirt, mwk cold iron rapier and a flask of oil if magic weapon

"They care about the Nun but what about the women and children who suffered the same or worse fates on this ship?" She said as she crossed te berth of the ship to look out over the water.

"As long as we are able to leave in the morning and head for another city closure to my homeland we can free my people and others from horrible bondage."

I say, Lord Perpireen, you did a fine job spooking the crewmen off this boat! Well done, m’lord!

So there are other impartial in this town. The Jinn probably. And they just wanted to let me know me know.

He Shoos the talking Black grow away, with some smoke form his pipe.

Kiku GM bot wrote:

I say, Lord Perpireen, you did a fine job spooking the crewmen off this boat! Well done, m’lord!

So there are other impartial in this town. The Jinn probably. And they just wanted to let me know me know.

He Shoos the talking Black grow away, with some smoke form his pipe.

*COUGH!* Hey! It’s me, Kiku, you knucklehead! I’m Mwikali’s familiar! Remember?

looks at his pipe and then at the Crew then at his weed pipe then back at the crow. Giggles and the falls off his perch, landing on the deck and giggling some more before saying.

"I'm really hungry, who wants to hummus"

Before heading off to find some.

He must’ve gotten ahold of some hashish in the bazaar... Hahahaha! It gives you good appetite, yes, m’lord? Hohohohoho!!

As they board, answering Giovanna
He nods in agreement, "You are wise on all three counts; selling the boat elsewhere, resupplying here in Anfa and a watch."

He looks at the group, "There are six of us, we should each take a watch, with some of us sleeping on deck in case of retaliation."

With Mwakali
Walking over to the rail and leaning there by Mwikali, "They care not that it was nun's just that it was ghosts. They know the evil they did to all it haunts them."

Looking out to sea, "It will be wise to sail to another city to establish our deception, but we will get to Marrakesh and end the slave trade there."

Hearing the bird and the Little Lord, Wulfgar turns to watch their antics, he smiles. "It's good the Little Lord can fly or he may try and mount your avian friend."

That night, as Wulfgar and Mwikali look out at the dark water reflecting the light of the crescent moon, the adventurers are visited by the Harbor Master of Anfa...

Rising up out of the water to balance on its shifting surface, she hails the new owners of the Alanqilis...

In Arabic: Hail, companions of Fey Lord Perpireen! I see that you have acquired the Alanqilis for yourselves! I congratulate you on your acquisition. It seems that you are making progress in your quest to abolish the slave trade! I commend you for your noble deeds, and I shall grant you a boon that may aid you in the course of your adventures! Take these six potions of water breathing with you on your voyage. You never know when your quest might take you underwater!

She strides over the waves and hands Wulfgar a great clamshell containing six stoppered glass vials of pale blue liquid...

6 potions of water breathing for the party, compliments of the Harbor Master! This will not count toward your 3,000 gp wealth maximum...

Walking a bit after the group, Volreg looks at the others and steps onto the gangway of the vessel, making some mental notes to himself. "Maybe we should stock up a bit in the morning before pulling out. I would use a bit better armor than the padded kind, if things are hitting as hard as they seem to be. Maybe a few healing sticks as well, and something for us at night to see or read in the dark." Shaking his head, the man seems somewhat oblivious to the antics the little Lord was up to. I swear, the wind is guiding more and more, and it feels refreshing. I need to keep my wits about me lets I start to lose myself.

A somewhat worried look shadows the man's face for a few moments before his thoughts return to the conversations on the deck of the boat. "I'll keep watch up here for a while, and will find a spot to sleep on deck. The sky and stars seem to calm me quite a bit, so I may be a bit more at ease up here." Turning around as he finishes speaking, the sight of the guardian of the port makes him take a few steps back before realizing that she is helping the group.

Everyone can take a water breathing potion, and an extra, as I don't need one with Air Shroud always being active.

with Volreg
Turning to answer the Spaniard, Wulfgar nods, smiling at the mention of ‘something to use at night.’ He illuminates his halo. ”That has not been an issue for me, but yes, resupplying would be wise. One of us should take a quick inventory to see what supplies are below deck or what treasures the captain has hidden. As for tomorrow, I will also be in search of an armorer. The kings breastplate is a fine piece of equipment, but I will need armor for my arms and legs, weapons and fighting styles have changed a little since the legionnaires times.” He lays his hand on his gladius, smiling.”Not that they aren’t still useful in certain situations.”

with Marid, in Arabic of course :-)
As the Jinn, reveals herself, Wulfgar puts hand to heart and bows low, ”My Lady.” Reaching up and accepting the Clamshell, from the beautiful guardian, he smiles at her compliments. ”I thank you Mistress. Your boon is as delightful as it is unexpected.” He gestures to the ship, ”The Alanqilis is a lovely vessel and wasted on the slave trade. It is unfortunate that the beautiful bounty of the sea is wasted on such a trade.” He shrugs, ”But that is the way of men. To use all at their disposal for their own ends.”

He then gestures toward the open sea, ”Tell me Mistress, how did such a creature as yourself, with the wide open sea before her, become the guardian of this small place?”

Alas, it is a very long story, Northman... I inherited this duty from my fathers, who were bound by an oath to the Maranid sultans to patrol the harbor of Anfa and keep foreign invaders adrift... I interpret this command in a way that does not always coincide with the sultan’s intentions... He is not a worthy master, so I subvert his commands when it suits me! HAHA!!

The marid favors Wulfgar with a smile of endearment, then her lovely face seems to blush a deeper blue...

Give me a kiss, Northman! It will give your voyage good luck!

The giant blue woman bows to kiss Wulfgar on the lips...

'Inherited the duty... bound by an oath... interprets ... Lucky we are that she does.' Transfixed by the Marid, Wulfgar takes in every word. barely noticing the blush, but when she asks for a kiss he also blushes, then Kisses the wonderful creature, reaching up and gently touching her hair as they embrace...

trying not to speechify here... he will 'thank her' once the embrace is over, but I don't want to 'overplay' the moment.

'Inherited the duty... bound by an oath... interprets ... Lucky we are that she does.' Transfixed by the Marid, Wulfgar takes in every word. barely noticing the blush, but when she asks for a kiss he also blushes, then Kisses the wonderful creature, reaching up and gently touching her hair as they embrace...

trying not to speechify here... he will 'thank her' once the embrace is over, but I don't want to 'overplay' the moment.

Wulfgar has received the boon of the marid’s kiss: 3 times, he can function when underwater or in any other liquid as if affected by freedom of movement (caster level 9th). Once the third use is expired, he loses the boon.

'I feel ... different.' Releasing the embrace, Wulfgar breaths a sigh, his blush brightening, "Thank you for your kind words and your gift. If it weren't for your 'interpretation of our intentions, our task would have failed before it ever started." He looks down for a moment, "It saddens me that you must call any man master, Is there a way to break that curse?"

'I feel ... different.' Releasing the embrace, Wulfgar breaths a sigh, his blush brightening, "Thank you for your kind words and your gift. If it weren't for your 'interpretation of our intentions, our task would have failed before it ever started." He looks down for a moment, "It saddens me that you must call any man master, Is there a way to break that curse?"

Yes... But these ways are very difficult... My freedom from this pact can be purchased with an aquamarine jewel called the Tear of Poseidon, said to lie somewhere in the sunken temples of Atlantis... Or by exterminating the Maranid sultan and his heirs...

'Aquamarine jewel 'the tear of Poseidon' in a sunken temple of Atlantis, or the murder of a man and all of his children. I think I know which would be easier and which would let me sleep better at night.' Nodding his head thoughtfully, "Both tasks, difficult in the extreme, for entirely different reasons." He smiles, "I will think on these things. Once I have fulfilled my present obligation, I will attempt to return to discuss it more with you. What would happen if the city came under control from another regime would you be free then? Or would the new regime have the same sway over you?"

'Aquamarine jewel 'the tear of Poseidon' in a sunken temple of Atlantis, or the murder of a man and all of his children. I think I know which would be easier and which would let me sleep better at night.' Nodding his head thoughtfully, "Both tasks, difficult in the extreme, for entirely different reasons." He smiles, "I will think on these things. Once I have fulfilled my present obligation, I will attempt to return to discuss it more with you. What would happen if the city came under control from another regime would you be free then? Or would the new regime have the same sway over you?"

If there is no longer a Maranid Sultanate, my pact becomes null and void...

'So there is a third option.' Smiling to himself, Wulfgar nods, "You have given me many things to think about. As I told you when me met, my concern is freeing those who are in bondage." He winks and smiles, "But it is always more personal, when it concerns yourself or someone you know." He bows politely, "Thank you for your gifts. They have made this trip, whatever it's outcome, worthwhile."

Bows the sea sprite.

"As always a pleasure."

We will do our best to free you from this bond. I do not like forced servitude. Vanna says, sonewhat in awe of the marid.

Farewell for now, then! Good fortune, friends!

The marid sinks back into the water and swims away with effortless grace...