Triage heals some of Joyelles wounds as she prepares to join the fight below.Synatria flies away from the battle below casting a defensive spell upon herself. On the deck Headric battles the ship and it starts to climb.
Garroth stabs his foes damaging the moving corpes who fails to land a blow once more on the bobbing monk. Jax fails to land a blow and takes a gash across his chest The 3rd undead hammers away on the door.
Having made sure the rope was securely fastened, and keeping a good grip on her crossbow, Joyelle rappels down the side of the ship.
Synatria smiles grimly and flies back, striking again.
Garroth rips his dagger out of the dead soldier, then twists, buries it back into its guts, and opens a gaping gash in the thing's entrails ...
Triage retrieves his longsword and looks around for the enemy and his comrades.
Garroth slices at his foe taking the undead things head off with a brutal slice, it plummets toward the ground below as the now limp body hangs in the air, the magics that gave it unlife gone.
Synatria dives at the zombie at the belly door but misses and takes a slice as he passes and feels a cold burn from the black mist coming though the cracked door while Joyelle puts a bolt into the things eye but it seems as if the mist around it empowe it somehow and it pays little mind. Jax hammers away at his foes doing no real damage as the thing cuts into the dangling changling On the top deck Traige is brought up to speed by Haedric
Garroth slices at his foe taking the undead things head off with a brutal slice, it plummets toward the ground below as the now limp body hangs in the air, the magics that gave it unlife gone.
Synatria dives at the zombie at the belly door but misses and takes a slice as he passes and feels a cold burn from the black mist coming though the cracked door while Joyelle puts a bolt into the things eye but it seems as if the mist around it empowe it somehow and it pays little mind. Jax hammers away at his foes doing no real damage as the thing cuts into the dangling changling On the top deck Traige is brought up to speed by Haedric
Synatria gasps as the mist touches her. She freezes, then glares at the zombie.
"NO! Not again!" She lunges, full of anger.1d20+1+4 (action point)=19, 4 damage.
Joy swears under her breath. As if these things weren't hard enough to kill already. She takes aim for another shot.
However, the swaying of the rope she was dangling from as the airship lurched through the sky threw off her aim.
Garroth sees the one fall, only to notice one other shrug off a nasty crossbow bolt. "You failed in life, and now you fail in death!" he bellows as he lets loose with a vicious dagger blow to the undead.
dagger slash (1d20+5=25, 1d4+3=6) crit confirm and damage (1d20+5=10, 1d4+3=7)
Frustrated at His inability to bash this undead to pieces, he let his psychic hammer fade from his hand as he drew his dagger and delivered a brutal slash across the undead creatures face.
1d20+6=25
1d20+6=23
1d4+3=7
1d4+3=5
his anger spurring him forth for a second attack, he slashes through the previous wound.
action point for second attack 1d20+6=20
1d4+3=7
Jax takes the head from his foe with a savage slice, the headless corpse floats in the air like a macabre marionette. Joyelle opens fire but misses the mist covered undead, both Synatria and Garroth land solid blows on the mist enshrined foe only to feels strength leave them as there hearts slow and the air escaped them from the mists cold embrace The Undead menace heedless of dangers pulls a glowing crystal from his satchel "Now you all die !' He bellows in a cold voice
His mouth gaped in terror for a moment at the appearance of the crystal. He struggled against the rope but soon found it wasn't long enough for him to reach the undead at the bay. His eyes narrowing he threw the dagger in a desperate attempt to sever the rotten hand from the corpse.
1d20+6=19
1d4+3=7
"Synatria, assist Garroth in pulling that crystal outta those cold dead fingers!" He barked hoarsely.
Synatria doesn't even cry out as the mist touches her again.
Synatria glares at the zombie as he pulls out the crystal. However, her eyes narrow. She ignores the crystal, and slices at his belt, where she knows/hopes the fly token is.
1d20-3 (light weapon)+3 (Action Point)=20, Damage 1d3+0=3.
Synatria smiles grimly. "I think we shall not die from your hands, abomination!" She slices at him once more.
1d20+1+4 (Action Point)=23 (natural 19), Damage 1d3=3. Critical Confirm 1d20+1=21, Double Critical Confirm 1d20+1=11. Total Damage for Critical 4, Total Damage for double critical 6.
Garroth grimaces as the mist touches him, and he feels its effects. However, realizing what Synatria is doing, Garroth also aims his AoO at the thing's belt and token, hoping to send it to the ground with its crystal ..
last action point (1d6=3) [ooc] attack = 19, damage 5
Qrick thinking by Synatria and fallow up be Garroth sends the Zombies belt loose and the undead soldier plummets to the ground below the crystals glow marking the way with a flashing light. Both however feel the bitter bite of the mist leaking from the hold but for now it seems the battle is over
Joy watches the enemy soldier drop.
"So does anybody have any way to fix that hole?"
Garroth's soul is chilled right to the bone. "What is that mist?!" He looks at Synatria. "You were down there; what happened?! What did you mean by, 'Not again!'?"
The mist leaks from the bottom of the ship though creaks in one of the belly door, but other then that the structure of the ship is safe and the damage is nothing at all...other then the black mist
Garroth's soul is chilled right to the bone. "What is that mist?!" He looks at Synatria. "You were down there; what happened?! What did you mean by, 'Not again!'?"
Synatria coughs.
"Can we...get up on the ship first?"
After everyone is aboard the ship and looking toward there wounds, the ship levels. Now all is left is what next? do you repair the hold? do you head for base or something else?
Back on the ship, Daurros corners the kobold. "Can you fix the hole in the ship? If so, do that first. After that, you've got some explaining to do. Triage, you were down in the hold, too. What is that mist?!"
Back on the ship, Daurros corners the kobold. "Can you fix the hole in the ship? If so, do that first. After that, you've got some explaining to do."
Synatria cowers before Garroth's anger. "I-I can fix it, I think. I'll need to go back out there, though. And if the mist touches me, I'm not sure I'll survive it again."
Back on the ship, Daurros corners the kobold. "Can you fix the hole in the ship? If so, do that first. After that, you've got some explaining to do."Synatria cowers before Garroth's anger. "I-I can fix it, I think. I'll need to go back out there, though. And if the mist touches me, I'm not sure I'll survive it again."
Garroth yells over to Haedric. "Can the ship fly with the hole in the hull?"
"All the lift comes from the ring, but..."
"What is that mist? I do not know. Some Karnnath concoction. I only know that it sapped the life out of me. This ...", Triage spits the next word like poison, "stupid kobold opened one of the barrels!"
Haedric looks up from the controls and stares at the kobold icily. "You opened the barrel. After I told you it was necromantic." His stare turns even colder as he goes back to controlling the ship.
"She...opened the....But I only took my eyes off her for a minute! There were enemy ships closing, and...I'm sorry. There's no excuse. I should have watched her more closely as I'd been asked."
Garroth's eyes turn immediately into ice as Triage reports his news. He noticeably flexes his fists several times, and seems to be trying to keep his anger in check. Finally, he speaks to Synatria. "You will place all of your weapons on the deck in front of you. And you will be placed under arrest and turned into our superiors when we get back to base, in order to face a court-martial. Would someone please bind her?"
Garroth's eyes turn immediately into ice as Triage reports his news. He noticeably flexes his fists several times, and seems to be trying to keep his anger in check. Finally, he speaks to Synatria. "You will place all of your weapons on the deck in front of you. And you will be placed under arrest and turned into our superiors when we get back to base, in order to face a court-martial. Would someone please bind her?"
"Don't touch me. I did a stupid thing, it's not treason." Synatria glares at them defiantly. Then she hears what Joyelle says and looks astonished. She quickly grows angry.
"So. You didn't trust me. I suppose I was marked the minute you saw I was a kobold! Or was it that I'm a gatekeeper?" She spits in Garroth's face.
Garroth calmly wipes the spit from his face, although it is quite obvious he is only barely succeeding in restraining himself. "I did not accuse you of treason. However, your actions very clearly endangered the lives of your squad-mates and the mission itself. Karrnath has a new weapon of some kind, and we need to get it back to base for our people to analyze it. Gross incompetence is a court-martialable offense.
"Although, the fact that you immediately lept to the conclusion you were being accused of treason is telling. I believe an old Cyran poet said, 'Thou dost protest too much.'"
"I was asked to watch you because you were questioning orders and behaving in a suspicious fashion. It had nothing to do with your race or profession. Interesting that you would jump to that conclusion."
Garroth calmly wipes the spit from his face, although it is quite obvious he is only barely succeeding in restraining himself. "I did not accuse you of treason. However, your actions very clearly endangered the lives of your squad-mates and the mission itself. Karrnath has a new weapon of some kind, and we need to get it back to base for our people to analyze it. Gross incompetence is a court-martialable offense.
"Although, the fact that you immediately leapt to the conclusion you were being accused of treason is telling. I believe an old Cyran poet said, 'Thou dost protest too much.'"
Synatria glares. "It was no Cyran. It was a goblin of Darguun. And all my assumption tells is that I do not trust you to act fairly. Indeed, it would surprise me greatly. You're nothing but a bully, and bullies are all predictable."
She stares at him with total fury in her beady silver eyes.
Haedric goes back to glaring at Synatria. "Kid, shut up. Either take that rage and direct it at just one thing, or shut up before one of us get sick of it and throw you off the ship."
Busy tending to his own wounds, Jaxon largely ignores the conflict at hand. Once he wraps a particularly grievous gash across his upper arm he stand's swiftly and walks to the middle of the group calmly." I wont be having this squad fall apart after we captured an unknown Karnath airship and an experimental Karnath weapon and sent a load of those deadheads to their graves."
He is smiling widely now, His hand moving to rest across Garroth's shoulder." What a victory we have on our hands." He shakes the monk slightly, perhaps trying to jar a smile from his angst filled head.
Turning to the Kobold he frowns."Joyelle was simply following an order from me Synatria. That's what must be done in order to function as a unit. Orders must be followed for the best of the mission and Cyre." Moving calmly towards her his face looks a bit more firm now-The smile all but gone now."Garroth is right I'm afraid. You have endangered the mission and all of us. I'll have to ask you to remove your weapons and give them to me."
Jax takes another step forward now. "I trust you not to use your magic against your comrades, so I see no need to bind you. I recognize that you have made very stupid mistakes but i will not send you on a suicide mission to repair those doors. I hope and believe that perhaps you have learned a lesson from all of this and that you can be a better soldier in the defense of Cyre. But That's not a call that I or Garroth or any of us here have the right to make. You'll have a fair trial once we reach base Synatria. "
Turning Swiftly now to the rest of the group He looks first to Garroth " Get a hold of Cyre with that Squawk stone and inform them of our... unique situation."
"This mist is leaking out pretty slowly but i doubt it's infinite. It'll stop eventually...But we cant just fly this into camp and let the mess flow through and turn our wounded into boogie men or whatever this thing does. I suggest we drop anchor a safe distance from any large population-And let it all air out. Once that's done, We'll take this thing home and let the eggheads have a look at it."
Haedric goes back to glaring at Synatria. "Kid, shut up. Either take that rage and direct it at just one thing, or shut up before one of us get sick of it and throw you off the ship."
Synatria's glare changes to a look of annoyance. "I'm older than you, you moron!"
As she hears Jax speak, she hesitates. "Alright. But why take my weapons? I'm not going to use them against any of you! I don't like you all, but I helped you against the undead. When I got the fly token, I could have just fled! Instead, I decided that I'd take out the undead. So, I see no reason why I shouldn't keep my weapons."
Garroth, who would have absolutely no issues with dumping Synatria overboard, decides to remove himself from the discussion before he acts on that. Retreating further back on the deck, he will remove a sending stone and contact the base, informing them of what happened (including Synatria's actions), tell them they are proceeding to base, and then waits for a reply/additional orders.
Garroth, who would have absolutely no issues with dumping Synatria overboard, decides to remove himself from the discussion before he acts on that. Retreating further back on the deck, he will remove a sending stone and contact the base, informing them of what happened (including Synatria's actions), tell them they are proceeding to base, and then waits for a reply/additional orders.
I'll bet the DM is just watching with bated breath, hoping to the gods that Synatria won't run away and separate the party! Or, worse, start fighting the others (though she'd lose, she has no spells except mending and has no weapons but a dagger)
Garroth, who would have absolutely no issues with dumping Synatria overboard, decides to remove himself from the discussion before he acts on that. Retreating further back on the deck, he will remove a sending stone and contact the base, informing them of what happened (including Synatria's actions), tell them they are proceeding to base, and then waits for a reply/additional orders.
I'll bet the DM is just watching with bated breath, hoping to the gods that Synatria won't run away and separate the party! Or, worse, start fighting the others (though she'd lose, she has no spells except mending and has no weapons but a dagger)
Garroth, who would have absolutely no issues with dumping Synatria overboard, decides to remove himself from the discussion before he acts on that. Retreating further back on the deck, he will remove a sending stone and contact the base, informing them of what happened (including Synatria's actions), tell them they are proceeding to base, and then waits for a reply/additional orders.
I'll bet the DM is just watching with bated breath, hoping to the gods that Synatria won't run away and separate the party! Or, worse, start fighting the others (though she'd lose, she has no spells except mending and has no weapons but a dagger)
Haedric goes back to glaring at Synatria. "Kid, shut up. Either take that rage and direct it at just one thing, or shut up before one of us get sick of it and throw you off the ship."Synatria's glare changes to a look of annoyance. "I'm older than you, you moron!"
As she hears Jax speak, she hesitates. "Alright. But why take my weapons? I'm not going to use them against any of you! I don't like you all, but I helped you against the undead. When I got the fly token, I could have just fled! Instead, I decided that I'd take out the undead. So, I see no reason why I shouldn't keep my weapons."
"It's just regs, Synatria. A soldier under court-martial isn't allowed to bear weapons. It's the same standard for everyone."