[ooc]round 1....Vanna closes to melee distance....round 2...stabby stab![/b]
Vanna tries to skewer the rogue captain, then readies for his counter strike with one of her own.
Today you go to the depths, cur!
Vanna tries to skewer the rogue captain, then readies for his counter strike with one of her own.
Today you go to the depths, cur![dice=attack]1d20+9; 1d6+3+4 [dice=p/r]1d20+9; 1d20+9; 1d6+3+4
[dice=crit]1d20+9; 1d6+3
[ooc]Barak’s AC is 23, so not a crit, but 12 more piercing damage drops him to a total of 33 points of damage!
Vanna’s rapier pierces the captain’s left side! AAAARRGH!!
A hundred feet overhead, a trio of buzzards circle, anticipating a meal of Tengu and human carcasses...
In Arabic: CAAAAAWW!!! WE’LL BE EATING WELL TODAY, BROTHERS!!
In Arabic: It is YOU the buzzards will feast upon this day, by Allah!!
Barak thrusts his main hand sword at Wulfgar... piercing for damage...and again , but Wulfgar dodges!... A third thrust at the aasimar bloodrager , but Wulfgar parries with his greatsword! *CLANK!!*
He thrusts his off hand sword at Vanna... bypassing her parry and piercing her left shoulder for damage! A second thrust is parried by the swashbuckler’s rapier! *SKRIIING!!*
Mwikali growls and moves closer to the Fight, with her lips moving she casts her spell. She then takes coarse to touch the Captain!
Mwikali growls and moves closer to the Fight, with her lips moving she casts her spell. She then takes coarse to touch the Captain!
[dice=Melee Touch]1d20+3
[dice=Intelligence]-1d6
[dice=Wisdom]-1d6
[dice=Charisma]-1d6
The slaver dodges the witch’s touch...
take a quick look at the fight,
Well they seem to be doing well. O another nut"
And he sits back pulling out another nut to eat.
Taking a step back from the angry captain, Volreg fires off another blast into the man!
"How about we stop your antics now!"
Taking a step back from the angry captain, Volreg fires off another blast into the man!
"How about we stop your antics now!"
[Dice=Electric Blast+Elemental Overflow+Point Blank Shot : Touch]d20+6+1+1
[Dice=Damage+Elemental Overflow+Point Blank Shot]2d6+2+2+1
Barak jerks and screams in pain! YYYEEEOOOUUCH!!
EEEK!! EEEK!! DUST-UP IN THE DESERT!! ROUND TRES!! FIGHT!!
TORUKO! Unconscious and bleeding out...
WULFGAR!
ALTIN!
MWIKALI!
VOLREG!
GIOVANNA!
LORD P!
CAPTAIN BARAK!
OOH OHH AH AH AH!!!
Toruko’s wounds coagulate... The crow trembles and moans, but remains unconscious...
January 5th, 9:00 PM, Cairo, Egypt, the villa of Venetian explorer and wizard Niccolò de' Conti:
Finishing a late supper after a long day of recording accounts of his travels throughout India, China, Mesopotamia, and North Africa in one of his several travel journals, de' Conti is suddenly jolted to attention by a magical alarm spell triggered to ring in his mind if his family home in Venice were ever threatened by fire or other catastrophe...
A fire at the Palazzo de' Conti!? I will go there at once to see what can be done...
Rising from the table where he had been dining alone, the explorer-wizard checks to make sure his decanter of endless water is in place on his harness, then utters the incantation to teleport from Cairo to a seastack in the Mediterranean midway between Egypt and Italy, and from there on to Venice, where he is horrified to find the City of Bridges on fire in several places, and the great fire dragon Wormwood hovering several hundred feet above the Cathedral of San Lorenzo!
He makes the sign of the cross and casts a spell to allow him to fly, soaring up above the rooftops, but keeping the tower of a Palazzo between the dragon and himself as concealment...
Flying closer in spite of the growing dread that grips him the closer he gets to the great red dragon, de' Conti peers from around the side of the palace tower at the crimson winged nightmare hovering above the Cathedral and belching flames at the slate shingled roof!
After what seems like an eternity, he sees a ghostly figure rise up through the roof of the Cathedral, which he identifies as the Ghost of Marco Polo, his boyhood hero! An exclamation of exaltation escapes his awed lips! It is the Ghost of Marco Polo, rebuking the dragon in its native tongue! And now he leads the beast on a merry chase to the south!
HAHAHA!! BRAVO, MARCO POLO!! BRAVO!! HAHA!!
Mwikali tries againt to connect with her spell.
'Blast he has quick hands.' taking a blade to the ribs, and turning only quick enough to catch the second thrust on is sword, Wulfgar arches greatsword around again chopping at the captains legs.
[dice=attack]1d20 + 9 + 2 [dice=damage]2d6 + 12
GGNNUUUGH!! A mist of blood bursts from the wound Wulfgar’s blade opens in the captain’s chest! He staggers briefly, paling from loss of blood...
Altin fires another arrow at the seemingly unkillable captain...
...but the shot flies past all of the combatants.
VOLREG!
GIOVANNA!
BARAK!
LORD P!
EEEEK EEEEK!!!
Vanna presses her advantage, and sets herself to repel the pirate captain's attacks.
Yield, fool! And we will grant you a swift death.
Vanna presses her advantage, and sets herself to repel the pirate captain's attacks.
Yield, fool! And we will grant you a swift death. [dice=intimidate]1d20+9
[dice=attack]1d20+9+2; 1d6+3+4 [dice=p/r]1d20+9+2; 1d20+9+2; 1d6+4+3
[dice=crit]1d20+9+2; 1d6+3
RRAAAAAAAGHH!! Barak screams as Vanna’s blade slides between his ribs, nicking his aorta!
Taking another step back, the air around Volreg begins to spiral around him for a moment before dying down to an eerie calm. "Captain, I have followed the laws of my homeland, yet by your actions, have shown me that law doesn't always protect the people who need them to live their lives. Through the weeks with this group that has bested you, I have learned that the law, isn't justice. You are an evil man, and should be dealt with in the same fashion your victims were." Pointing a finger at the man, he aims at the wounds brought on by the others in the group and fires a bolt of electricity.
Taking another step back, the air around Volreg begins to spiral around him for a moment before dying down to an eerie calm. "Captain, I have followed the laws of my homeland, yet by your actions, have shown me that law doesn't always protect the people who need them to live their lives. Through the weeks with this group that has bested you, I have learned that the law, isn't justice. You are an evil man, and should be dealt with in the same fashion your victims were." Pointing a finger at the man, he aims at the wounds brought on by the others in the group and fires a bolt of electricity.
[dice=Electric Blast+Elemental Overflow+Point Blank Shot : Touch]d20+6+1+1
[Dice=Damage+Elemental Overflow+Point Blank Shot]2d6+2+2+1
NNNOOOOO--*GASP!*
Barak falls motionless to the sand!
Jumps up and flies over to where the others are.
"Ya had yourselves a nice bit of revenge there, but I best warn you, revenge can lead to bad things, we fey have a feeling for such things. The captains soul hates you now in a way that would have a soul crawl out of the hell's to go looking for those who did for it. So don't think you have seen that last of him"
with that he flies off to check the camels.
Jumps up and flies over to where the others are.
"Ya had yourselves a nice bit of revenge there, but I best warn you, revenge can lead to bad things, we fey have a feeling for such things. The captains soul hates you now in a way that would have a soul crawl out of the hell's to go looking for those who did for it. So don't think you have seen that last of him"
with that he flies off to check the camels.
The camels are safe and sound, guarded by the band of gladiators and harem ladies.
"Well helloooo Ladies..."
She says smiling a huge grin
"Well helloooo Ladies..."
She says smiling a huge grin
Hey there, my little Lord Perpireen! You are looking so delightful today, my dear!
I see our assistance in taking down the prey was unnecessary...
Oooh! The bad men are dead?
O’ course they’re dead, my lady! These Desert Jackals be hard-boiled as they come, I reckon!... Now to go through their pockets for loose change and the like! Heheheh!
Can I eat the crow? Pretty please? He looks so yummy, and I’m famished!
"After we strip him of his gear, No needing you to get sick on his shabby clothes." Mwikali says as she looks and giggles at Lord P
"Vultures" She said looking up and nodding."The eaters of the dead. As for those here, do any know a way to keep these souls spirits at peace?"
Looking to Achiko of The Yellow Reed, "Fear not Achiko, There will be a time soon when your area of expertise will become necessary." He nods at the 'cutpurse' "Yours too!"
Smiling at The tiger's question and Mwikali's response, Wulgar adds in, "Eat both of them if you like. Of course the Vulture's might not like it."
He looks from the tiger toward the vultures. 'Hmmm. with little lord P and MWikali's Thrush we don't lack in aerial reconnaissance.' Turning to the great cat, "Shaka, would you mind if I cut part of the captain off and feed it to our circling friends? They may be intimidated by your great presence."
I suppose that’d be alright... I don’t think I can eat all this meat by myself, as hungry as I am... Uh, give ‘em the scalps and the backs... the hair gets caught in my throat and I have to cough up these nasty hair balls... you don’t want to see or smell that, believe me!
Collapsing to his knees, Volreg chuckles lazily. "I am surprised that worked! Oh boy, that was scary! At least he won't be causing any more trouble," Getting to his feet, and brushing the sand off his legs, looks at the others before looking in the directions where the others were. "Perhaps we should still get them to the boat. It may be safer, in case they need to get away, the crew knows how to sail." Hearing the tiger's words, he smiles. "You aren't unlike the cats from Spain, just a bit larger!"
Nodding to Shaka, Wulfgar finishes stripping the captain, then cutting off his arms and legs, tosses them near the tiger. Grabbing the captains corpse by the hair of it's head, he drags the torso away from the tiger, tossing it a little distance from him, he calls to the vultures, "Come carrion eaters, feast, I would speak with you."
Hey, brothers! Hear that? This kindly gentleman is serving us breakfast! He only wants to have a little chat in return... What say you, brothers? Can we trust him?
What if it’s a trick to lure us down there and let their tiger gobble us all up!? Did you think of that, my bird-brained brother?
Quiet, you carrion-heads! Don’t give him any ideas... Let’s just have a little taste of the breakfast he offers and hear what he has to say from a respectable distance, right?
The three vultures drift down in a spiral until they land about thirty paces from Wulfgar and the proffered limbs of Captain Barak and the Tengu...
"We wouldn't try to kill you. Though I loathe to admit it you serve Mother Africa by cleaning the remains of the dead. You are vital to her very life." She says with a smile before she looks at Volreg.
"I agree we should head back to the SHip and try to figure out who we can train and plan our attacks accordingly."
Do you hear that brothers? We are a vital part of the Circle of Life! Very important persons, as it were!
Well of course we are, brother! I knew that much!
Ooh! The guts are intact! I love it when I get to pull out the guts! Dibs on the man-ape’s guts! You cannibals can eat the Tengu’s guts! Har har harrrr!
After breaking fast on the guts of the slavers, the vultures are inclined to agree to Wulfgar’s proposal of working as aerial reconnaissance in trade for a steady supply of carrion to eat...
Yes, we brothers will keep eyes out for the Desert Jackals, and clean up their messes to boot, shan’t we brothers?
Damn straight!
Hell yuss!
'Never hurts to have friends.' Wulfgar smiles "Good, then we have an accord, you tell us what you see and we let you eat what we kill." He nods toward Shaka, "Of course our tiger get's to eat his own kill, but I'll wager even he may leave some left over from time to time. So what should we call you boys?"
When his discussion with the brothers is over, he remounts his stallion and asks the others, "Shall we head to Safi? We shall speak with our crew and possibly the monks there. We may be able to talk them into joining us. We just have to think up a plan." He then turns his horse west, and continues on the road to Safi.
We are the Buzzard Brothers Three! I’m Jonas Buzzard!
I’m Caspar Buzzard!
And I be Eli Buzzard!
The three vultures continue to gorge themselves on the entrails of the slavers...
These be good eating you’ve killed, good sir! More of the same, if you please!
Now don’t eat so much you can’t fly, Jonas! Gluttony has its price, remember?
Yes! Let’s not have a repeat of the hyena carcass incident! You ate so much you couldn’t fly and were almost dinner for that lioness!
Oh Allah! Don’t remind me of that! I’m still having nightmares!
"Moderation, Buzzard Brother. I don't wish such new friends to fall prey to the dangers the desert poses." She says with a smile and laugh as she gives Kiku some fruit.
Kiku speaks
"Hush Kiku, you are a bird of a different feather" She says scolding her familiar before she smiles."Are you jealous about my new bird friends? Trust me Kiku you are very special to me. If anything would happen to you, well let's just say my enemies will know the full power of Mother Africa!"
On the seventeenth of January, as the adventurers caravan west for the Atlantic Ocean, an apex predator feels the rumble of the horses’ and camels’ hooves in the sand all around it...