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"That seems handy. What are you, some kind of wizard? Waving your stick around, healing...."
If he doesn't mind the magic: "Come over and heal me up to, elf. It's the least you could do.." she sneeringly says, trying to gauge his personality
Hey guys, sorry, with the hiatuses and my real life I have indeed neglected to keep up with the story.
Hope you don't mind me checking in on you now and again. Would love to see where the story goes.
Satinder remains groggy for some time after being woken. She seems to stare into the distance, sometimes, before snapping back to it. Filthy poison...
ZzzZZZZzZzZZZZZZZzzZZZZzzzz
Satinder grows restless, staring at the hole in the ground...
Satinder grabs another shovel or pick, and helps Faengrim.
"Good thinking master dwarf.. Let's go!" Satinder replies, before leading the way towards the right eye.
Satinder is distracted through the night and the following morning. She goes about the place, throught her routines, but her mind wanders. When Faengrim changes his appearance, she simply blinks and continues on her path. She mumbles in Kuru.
Kuru: "Bloody shapers..!"
Satinder feels sluggish after the effect of the spell has worn off. She is intrigued, as the feeling of such pure energy rushing through her veins leaves her wanting more. She snaps out of her thoughts as the captain bellows his order.
Satinder's fury takes the upper hand, bolstered by her pain and stemming from fear the creature will once again squeeze the life out of her. She keeps going, relentlessly, and her face is ashen as she strikes, again and again.
Satinder continues slashing and bashing with all her might, and loves the feel of ichor splashing on her face. She lets her blade slice to the core of the vine. Kuru:
"Annoying piece of chow, die!" "Dosadno parche khrana, umiraĭ!" she curses!
Satinder tries to use her blade to slice at the vine holding her, above her head. She is mildly succesful, not being able to use her hips limits her range of movements. "MAGE!" she cries out in reflexive anger as a glass vial ziffs past her face.
Seeing her captain go up, she follows.
DM:
I don't know if I have enough time to AND create the flaming arrows AND to do the attacks. Your call.
Satinder curses as the bow does little to no damage. She starts thinking, even as the crew member comes up with the idea of flaming arrows. "Good job, man!" she says while helping the man prepare the torches and attempting to fire one into the beast in the canopy.
Satinder decides to keep firing at the thing in the trees, as there are now three people in the water. She bought Faengrim time, and the captain will finish this!
Oh mama, I forgot you spent all these years teaching me the bow. I still have no love for it, but thank you for your patience. Satinder grows more quiet as she sees the arrow fly true.
Satinder's eyes clear, as she feels the healing heat her up inside. "You know, I'm married. Some might find it inappropriate the way you handled me... But, no worries, not me." she smilingly jests, as she looks around at the situation. "A shortbow, now!" she orders as she scans the canopy. Divided we fall.
Satinder feels the pain, but decides offense is the best way to stay alive.
DM: Okay, no problem. I assumed this had happened, since there was downtime. Otherwise, I obviously would have sought healing, obv. :-)
DM: DM guy, this was the first damage that I took. We started fully rested and the 22 was the first hit, no? I mean, that's what I jumped in the water without doubt ^^
-- I'll hold my action till your response.
Satinder tries to get into a position with the half-shark so she can abuse her fighting style and tear long gashes into the aquatic mongrels. It's tricky though, fighting a foe in their element, while being out of yours.
Satinder curses as she sees the crewmen being dragged up, and stares at the vines as if goading them to drag her up to. The foolishness of this action becomes clear quite quickly, after which she takes a deep breath and jumps into the water at the closest apparent enemy.
Something in the water.. Well, are you in for a surprise. Satinder readies herself, and grabs her new favorite weapon. She checks to see if her potions are within arms' reach, and prepares to be either pulled under, or tossed into the air. "Master Goldforge, perhaps something to aid the captain?" she smilingly says as she sees the wizard conjure runes onto his being.
When they are more alone, so none of the regular crew can here it:
Satinder cleans her new blade and notices it does not become dull. --
If nobody minds, I'll put in on. Can help my bluff, which is a boon in combat if I don't get my flanking.
No, go ahead. I think there are indeed 3 people interested, but we need to divide the loot, obviously.
Breastplate not really a thing for pirates, anyhow.
Satinder sees the man go down, and chooses not to step between the hunter and the prey. There is something very bestial about Faengrim, and she does not completely feel at ease around him, especially in combat. Handy to have around, but what if his other side takes over? She then climbers up the stairs, cutting everyone down that's in her way if they resist. Once up there, she nods at the captain, and stands on the railing to the lower deck. "YOUR CAPTAIN IS DEFEATED AND LIES DEAD AT OUR FEET!!" she hollers at the top of her voice, making sure everyone heard her. She continues; "This ship now belongs to captain Chumtooth of the Kiss of Vengeance! Stand down and listen to our offer, or be slaughtered like cattle and thrown overboard!!" Shen then nods to Faengrim and Chum, indicating them to do their part in intimidating the crowd.
Satinder growls as the kick impacts her torso, knocking the wind out of her. She settles herself, and decides that it is time to slice and dice this annoying captain.
This would be so much easier with him on the ground...
A few moments before the impact, Satinder launches a volley of arrows from her shortbow, as much intended to harm as to harrass the other ship in keeping their head down.
Satinder braces for impact as the two vessels crash into eachother, and lets out a terrifying howl in echo with the captain.
Satinder ponders and thinks of the outcome. She will quickly turn to their quartermaster and see what he has to say. He's a smart one, that one!
"Might be useful," Satinder calmly states, and then pours one over in a smaller, more easily concealed flask.
Chum, the headband, really? :-D
Satinder's eyes lit up upon seeing the loot of the captain they have vanquished.
"Many will fall before this, I swear it." she speaks more softly, and lets the blade taste her blood.
"You heard the captain!", Satinder bellows. "Bloodcove, on the double."
"Faengrim, you do not recognize this creature? It is a fabled defender, summoned from the deep seas itself to defend the treasure of the Wolfe.. " Satinder shivers as she remembers the stories told to her by her uncle.
DM:
Can Faengrim be flanked where he stands now? Coz otherwise I will try to make room for him as quickly as possible to go north one more square. As Satinder finally gets to the position she wants, she grins and distracts the leader so Chumtooth can get in the perfect strikes. As they land on her back, she uses the chance to drive her own blade deep into her shoulder, and twists. "GIVE UP!"
DM:
I took "nimble moves" exactly for that reason, DM sir mister DM mi'lord. So if it's okay with you, I will step up 5FS in the last round, and now use my 5FS to sneak in behind the "leader"?
After my attack, for the record. Satinder attacks the sailor viciously in the back, slicing across his back but he turns in time, causing a glancing blow.
"Faengrim, how come you are here? I thought you were our lookout on top?
"Filth! Just die already!" she screams as the blades flashes again, pure hatred slowly clouding her eyes.
She strikes close to the first spot, and feels her blade sink deep into his chest oce again/
Satinder steps up to the closest and her blade flashes as a distracton as she kicks at the would-be assailant's knee...
... causing him to drop to one knee. She then looks menacingly at all the other attacker, bearing a grin so deep as the pits of hell.
Her blade strikes close to the man's heart, and the gurgles satisfy her inital bloodlust. She creams loudly and strongly: "Who dares interupt my wedding night? You will PAAAAYYYYYY!! The captain will make short work of this!" before smearing some blood of her first victim on her face.
Satinder's eyes open, slowly. She feels the warmth of the body next to her, and draws closer to it... As she feels the sleep draw her in once more, a part of her brain won't stop turning. What woke me? It was... Some sort of.. EXPLOSION?! She sits upright instantly, drawing the dagger that was hidden close to her. Her eyes scanning the surroundings she is pleased to see her door is still closed and nothing in the room seems to be disturbed. Well, more disturbed than by the two of us. She gets up, starts gearing up and then suddenly realises she is no longer single. She bends over her new wife and wakes her, firmly. "I fear we are under attack. Get ready, and get your men ready!"
Sorry, we were moving and breaking down half the house at the same time, and no internet. Will get things moving quickly again. |
