It was only 10 kegs of powder, Not the full Magazine plus it was in a shallow bay at the time . And taking it away from the party would of been uncool after all the trouble they put into planning the raid on the spot. plus it took them 3 weeks to get it to limping condition and a ton of money(50k+) to get it seaworthy afterwards. I decided to reward them for quick-thinking and determination. Plus the idea was cool and you just gotta follow the rule of cool sometimes :P.
mbauers wrote: Your players captured the Dominator in Book 2? How'd they pull that off? Well they followed the book and disabled the tiller but the Rogue and Magus were still sneaking around under the protection of invisibility. The Stormbane (Man's Promise) was waiting for the signal to drift by and give a full broadside of all 20 cannons half of which had been moved to one side. The magus, who is captain gave the signal and the crew started their stealthy approach. While this was happening the rogue was snooping down below and found some sailors moving kegs of powder up from the stores. well he threw a bottle of alchemist fire at the pile and ran. So the last thing the magus see's is a hasted tengu appear on deck sprinting and leap into the bay before a massive explosion rocks the ship. All hell breaks loose as half our crew (Including Owlbear, Besmara rest his soul) die in the explosion along with a majority of the sleeping Chelish. The ghouls get free and set upon the remainder of the surviving marines. About 6.5 hours worth of combat later, Rosie is missing an eye, crimson 2 fingers, Concobar dies horrifically protecting a unconscious Rosie and only 12 of our other crew members remain(all of whom now have names). It was a all out brawl but our remaining crew fixed the Dominator back up enough to back to rickety's and have it Re-christened the Dragon's Jewel.
Oh I know its a real world term, its what vikings called the first native Americans they found. I learned that way back in elementary school. Ive never heard it having negative conotations before.Heck I cant even find it having Neagative conotations now with a quick search. I thought it was derivative of the old norse for yell or Small. I always had it in my head canon that the Skraelings the Ulfen fought when they first arrived were exiled criminals/feral and not a reflection of the great undiscovered (at least by the inner sea) Civilizations. I was going for a homage to that Karl Urban movie where hes aViking raised by Native Americans it even called Pathfinder for Cayden's sake! But thanks for being polite Mikaze.
While i have plenty of Monk stories(It being one of my favorite classes) my Favorite involves one of my Monk/Gunslingers. Now you see i had just been challenged to a old fashioned duel in a Fantasy western game we were playing. now nobody, not even the Gm knew my class composition so I thought id have a little fun . The desperado that challenged me and I meet in the middle of the dusty street and size each other up. I spit out my cigar and tell him "Just to let ya know you're not really important enough to make me use my revolver, so ill just use this ol thing" (patting my starting Flintlock)."Hell i don't even much ammo for this thing anymore. The Desperado laughs and jokes about how the Dwarf doesn't even have enough cash to afford ammo and he'll just have to take my revolver when i'm dead. Its then that the town clock tower starts ringing. He drops into the classic quick-draw stance and i...just stand there nonchalantly waiting. The Clock slowly continues ringing as the whole town waits. My Gm asks me to roll initiative. I win it and spend my Round still standing there. The Gm gets confused asking me if i was sure i wanted to pass. I told him I was good, Let the bandit go. He stares at me in disbelief and says ok then, The bandit draws his Rusty Flintlock and fires.
After that the campaign really got underway as i meet with the other pcs and got to the meat of the game but nobody ever challenged my dwarf to a duel after that.
I did a catfolk gunslinger who ended up becoming Burt Gummer from tremors, Being one of those always prepared characters. ohh that campaign was fun. I ended up with a carrige with a large double hackbut mounted on the roof and a ridiculously well stocked workshop on the inside. sadly i packed it full of 30 kegs of gunpowder and blew it up to kill the undead dragon and the Necromancer that was riding it . I was always coming up with awesome solutions to the gms problems. |