The just over battle left Sneaky with a new sense of void... somehow similar to what was happening lately inside his brain... when he tried to recall faces, situations, places digging them from his past, most of the times he was just able to find black alleys taking him nowhere... somehow similar to the dark alley in which the monk found him just a week ago... And this battle didn't help him much... not knowing well the other comrades, and their abilities, took the group, in rogue's opinion, to perform a very confused approach to fight... something he was not proud of...
He was thinking to the fact that next time they could be compelled to perform better, when he saw Vark jumping off the vessel. Sneaky then ran toward the balustrade, from where he disapperead, trying to catch where he went...
Dgrim turns around to face the direction of the scream and heads over to where everyone else is gathering. With the druid hurrying to the stairs down, Dgrim follows and prepares for the worst.
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Bryson's eyes grow wide as he listens to the sounds coming from the hold. He sprints to the nearest set of stairs leading down so that he can stop this atrocity from continuing. When he arrives, the scene pulls him up short. He knows that he won't be able to 'talk' his way out of this one and readies for action.
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The just over battle left Sneaky with a new sense of void... somehow similar to what was happening lately inside his brain... when he tried to recall faces, situations, places digging them from his past, most of the times he was just able to find black alleys taking him nowhere... somehow similar to the dark alley in which the monk found him just a week ago... And this battle didn't help him much... not knowing well the other comrades, and their abilities, took the group, in rogue's opinion, to perform a very confused approach to fight... something he was not proud of...
He was thinking to the fact that next time they could be compelled to perform better, when he saw Vark jumping off the vessel. Sneaky then ran toward the balustrade, from where he disapperead, trying to catch where he went...
Vark has successfully swam about thirty feet from the ship. Annie has tried to reason with him, but the scoundrel is nearing a distant pier and will soon be out of sight.
Vark has successfully swam about thirty feet from the ship. Annie has tried to reason with him, but the scoundrel is nearing a distant pier and will soon be out of sight.
Spinnaker Jon, carefully lining up the monster through the cargo grate, shoots a Lightning Ray.
Lightning ray damage:
■1771:
■Rolled for:
■1d6() = 1
Blast it! Hard to get a shot through the grate...
Bryson lunges forward to strike the monstrous arachnid... and fumbles. His weapon gets caught between the bars of a cage and it is wrenched from his grip. Now he is standing before it unarmed. "I am so dead."
Atk: 1d20+2=3, Dmg: 1d6+2=4
"Sounds like a good plan" Bindlplotz says as he moves to set his shield up to act as a bipod.
Spinnaker Jon shouts "Keep it up me lads an' lassies, keep it up! We've got 'im on the run now!" His fingers crackle with energy as he fires through the grate again.
Lightning Ray ranged touch attack; Damage: (1d20+4=6, 1d6=2)
A bucket of water topples over with no visible reason, the splash intercepting the lightning ray and discharging it harmlessly.
"Nope," Jon thinks to himself, "Me luck is running true. We're all gonna die."
Ghirrak approaches the bars, a quick punch snapping out to strike the creature as it prepares to strike.
Dgrim moves next to Bryson and assaults the raging arachnid.
Vark has successfully swam about thirty feet from the ship. Annie has tried to reason with him, but the scoundrel is nearing a distant pier and will soon be out of sight.
The rogue peeked at Vark near the pier and he damned himself to have left his crossbow and his backpack to Annie before the swim. Then he approached her and gently asked for his tools trying to undestand if they were still on the gondola or, less probably, she took them on the vessel.
For this reason, he could be unable to really help his mates who seemed near to another fight on the deck. Undoubtedly this was another reason to be more careful for the rogue next time.
Annie looked over at the nondescript and quiet spoken human man called Sneaky at his request. "Of course I brought them with me - would do you little enough good on the gondola!" She slipped his bag off her shoulder and trained her crossbow on the retreating Vark, but bit her lip.
Fighting to protect herself and others from harm was one thing. Striking a man who no longer threatened her with a crossbow was...just plain murder. She shook her head and ran back toward her companions. If he had the ring Livinia wanted, she would simply have to track it down later. If they could get the surrendering henchman to talk, they could at least discredit Vark with the Harbormaster and the law would be firmly on their side to regain Lavinia's missing property from Vark.
She skidded to a halt behind the dwarf and brought up the pirate's crossbow, aiming it at the creature - but Ghirrak was fighting the thing and she didn't want to inadvertently hit him. This would be a difficult shot - fortunately, the crossbow wasn't a complicated weapon. She squeezed off a shot and began the process of setting another bolt in the weapon.
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The rhagodessa scurried up a block of cages and turned its eyes toward the nearest living prey--Bryson--and lunged.
The spider-creature's pedipalps attached effortlessly to the druid's neck and jerked him closer, allowing the creature's powerful jaws to crunch him.
"Get off!" Dgrim hacks at the creature, doing his best to get it off of Bryson.
Grimly, Spinnaker Jon shifts position for a better angle and takes another shot.
Ranged touch attack, Electric ray damage: (1d20+4=8, 1d6=3)
"Aaargh!" He screams in frustration. "Not now, ye blockhead of a god, not now!"
[I'm at 0 hp and grappled so the weapon is probably out of my hands in anyway.]
Even though cure light wounds might be a better choice, I'll try to break the grapple 1d20+2=20. I lose 1 hp and begin to die, which I'll do anyway if I don't break this grapple.
"Bryson!" Annie cried out in horror as she saw the half elf throw off the frightening creature, then crumple to the ground. Annie forgot about the expended crossbow and sent out a wave of healing energy gifted to her from Cayden Cailean instead. She grimaced as she excluded the creature from her god's care.
Attempting to hammer the creature into releasing Bryson, Ghirrak attacks, his punches rendered ineffective in his attempt to avoid harming the injured druid.
Desperatly, Spinnaker Jon casts Grease directly on Bryson Deepwinter.
"Wiggle free lad!" He shouts.
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[I'm at 0 hp and grappled so the weapon is probably out of my hands in anyway.]
Even though cure light wounds might be a better choice, I'll try to break the grapple 1d20+2=20. I lose 1 hp and begin to die, which I'll do anyway if I don't break this grapple.
You are successfully out of the grapple(and really greasy if Jon's action holds).
Hmmmm...
Spinnaker Jon shouts to Ghirrak; "I'm gonna Grease ya up next lad! Mebbe that'll keep ya outta it' grip!"
Bindlplotz draws a bead on the Pedipalp and fires off a shot but has to pull the shot as Bryson wriggles free.
Mechanics:
"I should have waited to hold the shot..."
Bryson scrambles to put some distance between him and the rhagodessa. He'll 5' step then move or just double move to try and keep from provoking an AoO. If that's not possible, he'll use Icicle. Let me know if I need to roll the concentration check and attack roll.
"GREEN LEAVES, GNOME! WHAT IS THAT HORRID THING? It's banshee's wail and abyssal stench woke me from the dead."
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Bryson scrambles to put some distance between him and the rhagodessa. He'll 5' step then move or just double move to try and keep from provoking an AoO. If that's not possible, he'll use Icicle. Let me know if I need to roll the concentration check and attack roll.
"GREEN LEAVES, GNOME! WHAT IS THAT HORRID THING? It's banshee's wail and abyssal stench woke me from the dead."
After Bindlplotz fires the last shot, then he reloads...
Ok, I'll go with the Icicle. Cast Defensively 1d20+4=24
Sneaky goes near the rhagodessa and he tries to hit her and help his comrades possibly catching monster attention away from Bryson... with his sneak attack, if she can be flanked,
to hit 1d20+4 = 24 !!! to deal damage 1d6+2 = 5 ; sneak attack: 1d6 = 5 --> roll
crit confirmation 1d20+4 = 18 --> roll2
1d6+4 = 6
What else is in this area besides the corpses of torch-man, the rhagodessa, and the monkey?
After leaning shakily against the mainmast for a minute, Spinnaker Jon says "Ar, that be a close one mates."
He gets up, brushes himself off and helps secure the prisoners with handy rope as best he can.
"Even though we need the rest badly, we need to search out Lavinias ring before Vark comes back with the Harbor Patrol and claims we pirated 'is ship from him."
He looks uneasily down into the shadowy depths of the hold as he warily descends the ladder, dancing lights circling him nervously. "An' we ought to beware there ain't more of them things down there too."
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What else is in this area besides the corpses of torch-man, the rhagodessa, and the monkey?
The hold is filled with numerous other cages, most still occupied by terrified animals of varying size, a few broken open and filled with blood and gristle. The animals are mostly exotic--shocker lizards, rare macaws, the aforementioned monkey. There is also a door leading to another section of the deck(in addition to the door from the galley, which some of you entered through, and the ladder to the main deck).
The dwarf wrinkles his face as he takes in the sight before him. "...a smuggle operation, perhaps. No wonder Lady Lavinia couldn't get her ship back. It was needed for this. We alert the Watch as soon as we leave the ship, and the harbormaster if he's still here at this hour," Dgrim commands.
Dgrim unshoulders his pack and opens it up. "Here you go, seaman," he says, pulling out a crossbow. "I think this is yours. Now, lets see if we can't find that ring on board."
First I'll cast CLW on myself to take some of the edge off. 1d8+1=3
If anyone else is injured, I'll use my second one on them, otherwise I won't cast it.
Then, I'll help to search the ship. Perception check 1d20+14=33
Once the ring is found, I'll stay on the ship to see to the animals. When the guard arrives, I will grill them to make sure that they will treat the animals well.
Annie led the surrendered pirate belowdecks so they could keep an eye on her.
[ooc]Is there a room or place she can put the pirate while they search the ship?[ooc]
"Good show all, how's poor Bryson, he's not poisoned by that beasty is he?"
"M'dear Annie, I'll help cover that rogue."
pokes the pirate with the bayonet ever so gently...
"Get the point scallywag?"
"You all realize we will have to deal with their bastard of a boss sooner or later. He's probably heeaded to round up a new batch of thugs as we speak."
"Thank you," Annie smiled at Bindlplotz, "And thank you for the reminder to check for poison! I'll take a look." As Annie moved toward Byrson she could be heard muttering, "Given the way old Sammy cooks, I've dealt with a poisoned stomach or two in my day. This spider thing though...." She shivered as she walked up to Bryson. "How are you feeling?" she said as she held out a hand. "That creature was frightening!"
At Annie's attention, Bryson beams. "Ahm feeling right well. Ah mean, sure ah got some bruisin' but ah done had worse afore. There was this one time after ah tried to calm a momma bear... woo! It was near a week afore ah could move again. How you doing? Ah saw you tusslin' with that pirate. Good work. You okay?"