Captain Barak of the Alanqilis's page

The following can be looted from Captain Barak: potion of barkskin, potion of bull's strength, potion of cat's grace, potion of cure moderate wounds (2), silversheen, +1 breastplate, +1 rapier named Foekebab, +1 short sword named Jackal's Fang, daggers (3), belt of incredible dexterity +2, cloak of resistance +1, slippers of spider climbing

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

Volreg gets the kill-shot! Nice!

NNNOOOOO--*GASP!*

Barak falls motionless to the sand!

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!

-94/98 hp!

'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.

Rage, AC -2 attack: MW great sword, power attack, flank
[dice=attack]1d20 + 9 + 2 for [dice=damage]2d6 + 12

Edit: I forgot the flank

With +2 more for flank, Wulfgar hits, bringing Barak’s damage total to 78!

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...

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!!

Down 57 hp

Giovanna di Domenico wrote:

didnt realize i had flank...would that crut hit then?

It sure did!

Down 41 damage!

Mwikali growls and moves closer to the Fight, with her lips moving she casts her spell. She then takes coarse to touch the Captain!

Touch of Idoicy

[dice=Melee Touch]1d20+3

[dice=Intelligence]-1d6
[dice=Wisdom]-1d6
[dice=Charisma]-1d6

The slaver dodges the witch’s touch...

Round 2:

In Arabic: It is YOU the buzzards will feast upon this day, by Allah!!

Barak thrusts his main hand sword at Wulfgar...1d20 + 19 ⇒ (15) + 19 = 34 piercing for 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 damage...and again 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17, but Wulfgar dodges!... A third thrust at the aasimar bloodrager 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19, but Wulfgar parries with his greatsword! *CLANK!!*

He thrusts his off hand sword at Vanna...1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31 bypassing her parry and piercing her left shoulder for 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 damage! A second thrust 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14 is parried by the swashbuckler’s rapier! *SKRIIING!!*

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![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!!

Jerking his greatsword out of the tengu's shoulder, he watches as the avion slumps to the ground. Hearing the captain yell, Wulfgar turns and waiting until the man is near, swings his greatsword in a great arch, "laH'e' Suy pagh vup jIH."

Rage, AC -2 attack: MW great sword, power attack
[dice=attack]1d20 + 9 for [dice=damage]2d6 + 12

** spoiler omitted **

Barak parries the Northman’s greatsword with crossed short swords! *CLANK!!*

Round 1: Swift action to use archaeologist's luck. Attacking Barak with short bow once he enters 60' range.

[dice=Shortbow, Deadly Aim]1d20+8
[dice=Dmg]1d6+6

Precise Shot, yes...

Round 2: Drop archaeologist's luck but keep effects for 2 more rounds due to Lingering Performance. Rinse, repeat.
[dice=Shortbow, DA, PBS]1d20+9
[dice=Dmg]1d6+7

In round 1, Altin’s first shot strikes the captain’s flat-footed AC of 17 and deals 10 piercing damage... Down 21 hit points total so far...

AAAAHH!! screams Barak as Altin’s first arrow pierces his right thigh... He begins to run as fast as he can with an arrow in his leg toward Volreg, Altin and Wulfgar...

In round 2, no longer flat-footed, Barak dodges Altin’s second arrow...

Seeing Altin nock and draw back another arrow, the slaver dodges our of its path as he races toward the adventurers!

Round 1:

In Arabic: YOU BASTARDS STOLE MY SHIP AND COST ME MY CREW!! BECAUSE OF YOUR TRICKS, HALF OF MY CREW DESERTED, AND THE OTHER HALF MUTINIED!! TORUKO AND I HAD TO KILL THOSE WHO TURNED AGAINST US BECAUSE OF YOU!! AND NOW YOU HAVE KILLED TORUKO!! I’LL KILL YOU ALL!!!

Barak sprints toward his hated foes... Full run 115 feet up to Wulfgar...

Electrical sparks forming in thearea, seemingly from nothing begins as the air around the man causes the sand at his feet to rise and spin around the man. As the sparks form and air swirls, the smaller individual sparks begin to connect with his outstretched hands rapidly forming a ball of energy. Volreg readies to attack the captain once he's within 120 feet!

[dice=Readied Attack+Elemental Overflow : Touch]d20+6+1
[dice=Electric Damage+Elemental Overflow]2d6+2+2

Barak is still flat-footed when Volreg acts in round 1, so that hits...

The slaver captain snarls as Volreg’s lightning strikes him! GNNNAARRRGH!!

Mwikali looks to the others and smiles. Are litfle lord isn't fhe only one to cause fear."

Steps forward and casts Scare. DC15 will save if yhd or lower witbin 140ft

Captain Barak seems to be unfazed by Meikali’s witchcraft... He seems poised to charge!

Barak’s HD > Mwikali’s HD...

Volreg Sundek wrote:

[Dice=Stealth Snipe]d20+10-20

Noticing that he was spotted, the man waves at the tengu.

AHA!! THERE, CAPTAIN!! I SPY THE LIGHTNING-HURLER!! THERE, AMONG THE ROCKS!!

The Tengu points out Volreg waving at him from about a hundred feet away to Captain Barak...

Seeing Volreg peeking out from behind a boulder, Barak leers like a ravenous jackal...

HAHAHAHAA!! YES!! THANK ALLAH THEY SHOW THEIR UGLY FACES!! LET US TAKE OUR REVENGE, TORUKO!!

SPARE US, DESERT DJINN!! I BEG YOU!! DO NOT LET US PERISH!! DO NOT FEAST UPON OUR CORPSES LIKE BUZZARDS OR GHULS!! I PRAY YOU WILL HAVE MERCY!! HAVE MERCYYYYY!!!

The thirst-crazed captain falls on his knees and beats his brow and chest with his fists!

Our camels! They must drink too, Toruko, or die of thirst...

The two slaver pirates scan the hard pan around them in search of water to quench their growing thirst...

Survival 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 vs DC 15 succeeds...

Finding a tall cactus, they chop it down and extract its juices, greedily slurping at each slice until their terrible thirst is somewhat slaked...

In mimicked Arabic: *Squaaawwwk!* Pull yourself together, Captain! It’s not genies! It’s those Europeans who attacked us at Anfa and stole our ship with their trickery! Now they are probably somewhere behind us, and have used magic to steal our water! We must find them, take them by surprise, and kill them while they slumber, and take their water...

Barak looks at Toruko with panic-crazed eyes for a moment...

Water... We must find water, Toruko! The desert has dried my throat fiercely...

Captain Barak kicks the desert sand in a despairing rage...

In Arabic: WE ARE DOOOOOMED!!!

The night of the 16th passes, and it is as twilight begins to glow before dawn on the 17th, that Captain Barak awakens, goes to his camel to fetch a drink from one of his water skins, and to his horror, discovers them all empty... On both his camel, and Toruko’s!

In Arabic: Allah has cursed us!! Or desert genies have doomed us!! Toruko!! We have no waterrrrr!!

Perception 1d20+8

He seeks them here he seeks them there

Just what he need to roll!

Lord Perpireen finds the two travelers about two leagues (6 miles) outside of Marrakech, mounted on camels laden with water skins...

About a league (three miles) west of Marrakech by now, Captain Barak, mounted on a camel laden with water skins, turns to his first mate, Toruko, and says, in Arabic: I can’t wait to see our ship again, old friend! Let us make haste to Safi and claim her back!

In Arabic: HAHAHA!! HAHA!! Such spirit! Such fight!! Save it for the Blood Pit, my strange friend! What ARE you, anyway? Are you related to some kind of genie?

I will enjoy running my blade through your blackened heart, you foul piece of filth. Count your time....although you probable can't count that high....maybe get your pet canary to count for you... Vanna says, her wprds dripping with contempt and malice.

Such ugly words from such a pretty mouth... It will be a shame for you to be the meal of some terrible monster from the squawking wilderness of Africa, My Lady... You would be a feisty and stimulating morsel for the sultan’s harem... Alas, your fate is to be far less tender than that... Hahahahahahaaa!!

As Barak peers through the bars, Altin waits till the brute has finished taunting them, then spits full in the slaver's face. "Go to Hell, Barak. Or better yet, wait a bit and we'll send you there!"

You have spirit! Heheh... Barak wipes Altin’s spit off his face with the back of his hand... I look forward to watching you fight for your life in the Arena of Death! Hahaha!

To the guards in Arabic: Yes, well done, men! These are the infidel spies who thought to trick us, and attacked us in cold blood at the caravanserai in Anfa! Toruko and I shall have to search the ports for my ship, the Alanqilis... El Jadid, maybe Safi...

A familiar face peers through the bars of the adventurers’ cells to confirm their identities...

I knew that our fortunes would cross our paths again... Captain Barak grins evilly at the captive adventurers... You thought to get rid of me, so I had to repay you in kind, my friends! Heheheh!

'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!

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!

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!

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!

'We need to end this quickly' "Aaaarrrgggghhhh" Wulfgar Screams as the captain thrusts his short sword under the side panel of his mirror armor, piercing the chain shirt below, As the Captain jerks the blade out splattering the wall with Wulfgars blood, the rager bellows, "Hegh poH!" and slashes at the slaver again.

Rage, AC -2 attack: great sword
[dice=attack]1d20 + 8 for [dice=damage]2d6 + 9

** spoiler omitted **
if the figure behind Wulfgar has moved he will step back 5 ft. If the Captain is dead, and the character is still there, he will move back 10 ft.

The cagey captain swerves away from Wulfgar's blade, nimble as a cat!

[Dice=Electric Blast+Point Blank Shot-Cover : Touch]d20+4+1-4

[Dice=Electric Damage+Point Blank Shot]d6+2+1

Shooting once again at the Captain, Volreg unleashes another blast at the bald man.

The nimble captain dodges Volreg's electric bolt!

After Vanna in Round 2:

The captain of the Alanqilis thrusts his right-hand short sword at Wulfgar 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26 twice! 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 But only the first stab punches through the Northman’s four-mirror armor and into flesh...dealing 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 piercing damage to Wulfgar!

With the short sword in his left hand, he thrusts at Giovanna 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28 twice 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12...but only puncturing the young lady once for 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 piercing damage!

"Oh, you shouldn't have done that! Guess I'll have to join in."

Raising his hand, the man sends a bolt of electricity towards the man attacking his changling companion before standing up.

[Dice=Electric Blast+Point Blank Shot-Cover]d20+4+1-4

The captain dodges the bolt of electricity!

Round one

Murder in his eyes, Wulfgar roars, "Hegh nuv toy'wI''a' tlhap" He then shifts his grip, twisting at the hip, and brings the sword slashing down from the ceiling at the captain.

Rage, AC -2 attack: great sword
[dice=attack]1d20 + 8 for [dice=damage]2d6 + 9

** spoiler omitted **

AAAAAGGHH!! The captain screams in pain and rage as Wulfgar’s greatsword blade bites deeply into his left shoulder!

Down 29 hp total...

Round 1:

Captain Barak snarls in rage at Wulfgar, standing forcefully and knocking over his chair (a move action) as he draws a short sword with his right hand (as part of the move action to stand up), and then draws a second short sword with his left hand (his second move action)...

In Arabic: What on Earth ARE ye, Northman!? Some kind of half-djinn?

Clearly, Captain Barak is unnerved by the celestial change in Wulfgar’s features...

Captain Barak is completely caught off guard by Wulfgar and company’s sudden assault! He gasps in pain and looks down at the rift Wulfgar’s greatsword has just opened in his breastplate and flesh!

TREACHEROUS FIENDS!! MURDERERS!!

As the Captain bald face lies to him, Wulfgar reaches his boiling point ”Qav, 'urmang nIHwI''e' qa'wI'vaD magh SoH! DaHjaj chenmoHwI' ghom SoH !” As he rages his appearance changes, His halo begins to glow casting shining light through the smoke of the caravanserai, his eyes burn white reflecting light from pewter skin and his shadow begins to dance with what appears to be wings. He grasps his swords handle raking it from ground to ceiling at the seated captain.

I’m assuming this is a surprise round, Rage, AC -2 attack: great sword
[dice=attack]1d20 + 8 for [dice=damage]2d6 + 9
[dice=init]1d20+2
** spoiler omitted **

Wulfgar’s greatsword strikes true, hewing through the slaver captain’s studded leather jerkin and opening a bloody gash across his chest!

AAARRRRGH!!

At the caravanserai...

To Wulfgar in Arabic: We will strike first at the Mandinka village of Baabuloo, located on a tributary of the Niger River, not far from the coast, in the Kingdom of Mali... They will be easy prey, for they are far removed from the capital and the protection of their king...
It will be a voyage of half-a-fortnight there, and the same returning, so a fortnight, give or take a day and night, altogether, then we return to harbor here in Anfa and offload... The local emir and various wealthy sheiks will purchase our bounty at a good price in the bazaar... Then we make another raid, at a different coastal village! Heheheh...

[dice=sense motive]1d20+2

Smiling "six shekels is fine" Seeing the first mate whisper, Wulfgar frowns, taking his greatsword off of his shoulder. He places the tip on the ground and both hands on the handle, kind of like his mini :-) then leans in and adds, "Whatever the vulture has to say he can say it out loud."

[dice=intimidate]1d20+7

Wulfgar senses that the slaver captain and the first mate are plotting treachery against he and his allies... Perhaps Captain Barak and First Mate Toruko have sensed the same of the adventurers, and plan to turn the tables on them...

In Arabic: Haha! You must excuse Toruko... He is a suspicious old bird, aren’t you, ‘Ruko?

Captain Barak grins at Wulfgar, and adds: Come to the second dock from the west tomorrow at sunrise... We sail down the coast for the Negro villages...

Captain Barak whispers something back to First Mate Toruko, then turns back to Wulfgar, grinning like a shark...

In Arabic: Do we have a deal, Northman? Perhaps you’d like to confer with your mates first?

Sense Motive 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20...

The captain grins and replies to Wulfgar, in Arabic: Eight shekels seems a bit much... But you seem like capable bravos... How about six shekels per head, and if you do a fine enough job, we’ll reopen negotiations for further raids?

Bluff 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 vs Wulfgar’s Sense Motive roll...

Captain Barak is present at the caravanserai, along with several crew mates from the Alanqilis... He notices the adventurers, and nods in acknowledgment in their direction, but makes no move toward where they are seated...

Captain Barak is at the caravanserai when the goatherds present the reward for killing the gnoll band to the adventurers, and seems to take keen interest in their victory celebration...

Yer seeing angels in the bushes, lad... These busters’ll make us a nice booty!

These marks aint swag...but they might could cut mustard... Whaddya make of ‘em, Toruko?

Captain Barak returns to his own seat.

Realizing the captain was following him, he turns, and nods toward Altin, "I told your sailor, I would discuss the job with my partner, and possibly see him in the morning. Would the same pay go for any I bring, if I vouch for them?"

You split the reward, so if there are six of you, and together, you bring me a dozen slaves, that’s sixty shekels...or ten per man...