Staggering under the blow; Anya nevertheless remains standing. Diving and rolling to get behind the giant to flank it with Ragnar she again swings her battle axe into it's uncaring flesh.
Attack & Damage: (+flank?)
"Don't stab it, chop it!" Helga stares at the carnage a moment and then at her bow, then puts her speed to effect.
"The ship!" she exclaims to Stefnir. "That's how we stop it - burn the ship!" She takes off at a run that no-one present could match . She runs directly to the ship on the shore and searches for flint and steel, oil, tinder - anything that might burn!
Seeing that his weapons are much better for stabbing, than chopping, he follows behind Helga.
"I can create flame". "Let's burn that cursed ship to the waterline".
Having quickly staunched the woman's bleeding, Kurn sees Helga and Stefnir running toward the ship, but he continues toward the sound of battle.
Initiative:
As the undead monster before him grows Jorgen growls in anger.
His hand upraised white light seems to pool at its center.
"Fall!" he roars as the silvery light rushes towards the abomination.
Knowledge religion
Attack
Damage
Ari follows Kurn to the sounds of fighting.
Initiative
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Drago is hit left and right by the attacks of Ragnar.
Anya tries to tumble round the monster but its wooden leg stops that route with a bump to her head. Then her axe almost cuts the creature down in one blow.
Jorgen's magic also misses thanks to the massing combat around the giant ghoulish monster.
The warrior Drago is knocked clean out of the fight, landing in a heap.
Helga and Stefnir run up the quay and reach the cursed ship, the sail is furled and the half-mast is still jury-rigged like a bonfire in waiting. The deck wood looks strong and difficult to light, while the trapdoor is back in place.
[ooc]At -7, Fortitude to stabilize:
Taking the time to focus his energies, Jorgen again unleashes a silvery bolt of divine powe, this one striking the undead giant directly in the forehead.
"You have no place here!"
As Kurn arrives at the battle scene "Well done Jorgen!". He then moves to Ragnar and checks him over.
Heal check/stabalise
Her rage dropping along with Drago's lifeless corpse, Anya leans on her battle axe to stop from falling to the ground. Catching her breath she pants out "Quick, someone see to Ragnar!" While she looks on at Drago's ravaged corpse with a combination of fury, pity and sadness.
Jorgen nods to Kurn then strides forward to stand over the body. Drawing his focus he calls upon divine energy and goes down to one knee, his dagger carving a rune in the fallen captain's chest that begins to glow red.
"Stand back" he says quietly.
"Ragnar is hurt badly" declares Kurn to the others. He holds his Holy Symbol and places his hand on Ragnar's head "Krakis, although I'am no longer worthy, give the power to heal this sea warrior in your mighty name"
Channel twice
"Ragnar is hurt badly" declares Kurn to the others. He holds his Holy Symbol and places his hand on Ragnar's head "Krakis, although I'am no longer worthy, give the power to heal this sea warrior in your mighty name"
Channel twice
2d6
Stefnir has every intention of burning this cursed ship to a crisp. He will do so from a rowboat or the shore if possible, since he has no intention on sitting foot on it's decks again.
The sailor coughs as he comes to, whatever he tries to say (likely profanity) comes out as garbled nonsense.
Kurn helps Ragnar sit up. "Take it easy my friend".
Ari seeing that the fight here is over, thinks that Helga and Stefnir might need some help. He heads off to the quay in a jog, shouting back at the others; "I'm off to help Helga and Stefnir with the ship"
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Ari seeing that the fight here is over, thinks that Helga and Stefnir might need some help. He heads off to the quay in a jog, shouting back at the others; "I'm off to help Helga and Stefnir with the ship"
The Marked Albatross is against the wooden quay. It can be fired from that or a boat but the quay is an integral part of Stuvoy (as Stefnir would know).
Ari arrives just as Helga and Stefnir are deciding what to do.
"We cannot waste any more time. Let's pile what wood and oil we can into this tub and push her out on the tide, or tow her with a fishing boat," Helga declares.
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As this is going on, a Qin warrior leaves their longhouse and moves swiftly towards the scene. Also Breda comes running down across the bridge and stops with a strangled cry when she sees the old man lying in a heap not far from Drago's burning body.
As the party stand by, several other heads begin to pop out now that the danger seems to have past. Breda falls to her knees over the man, mouthing the word, "father," over and over again, drips of saliva falling from her mouth. Kurn recognises him as the bridge guard that first stopped him crossing into the High Hall stockade.
Tavnia follows at a much slower pace, with him is the young Lord Mercik and the one-eyed bard. It will be a minute or so before that group reaches the battlefield.
The lookout bell stops ringing and the cove falls silent.
"Thuhngks Kuhn.",grunts Ragnar as he stands. Surveying the scene, he frowns.
"Suhmhuh uh thuhnk wuh wuhr uht uh wuh-kuhm. Uh wuhn't buh suhpruhzed uhf duh kuhck uhs uht uhftuh duhs."
Translation:
"Thuhngks Kuhn.",grunts Ragnar as he stands. Surveying the scene, he frowns.
"Suhmhuh uh thuhnk wuh wuhr uht uh wuh-kuhm. Uh wuhn't buh suhpruhzed uhf duh kuhck uhs uht uhftuh duhs."Translation: ** spoiler omitted **
"I think you may be right smiles Kurn ruefully, so lets help the others, quick!"
Kurn jogs over towards the ship.
"Cut the ropes and push her off Stefnir screams". "i will produce the flame needed to set the b&~#* alight".
Helga hoists the sail and jumps ashore to cut the ship free.
Profession (sailor):
Helga drops the sail and jumps ashore to cut the ship free.
Profession (sailor): 1d20+7
"Don't drop the sail"! Stefnir calls. "I'm going to use it to get the boat away from the shore".
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Helga and Stefnir can start to release the Marked Albatross and it slowly begins to drift out towards the centre of the bay. Stefnir's spells will complete the task.
Meanwhile the there was fish oil in the storage caves that Anya smelt. Anyone who has oil on them can help set the blaze. The mast and sail arrangement that Ragnar built will probably burn, especially with the help of magic.
Kurn heads down to help the others at the Cursed Ship.
Ragnar shakes his head at Kurn's run for the beach. Garbled though it is, he sounds sarcastic when he says,"Wuhll, thuht duhn't luhck suhspuhshuhz..."
He shrugs to Anya and Jorgen, walking closer to Breda.
"Uh'm suhrruh wuh duhdn't guht huh uhn tuhm tuh huhlp huhm", he says awkwardly.
Translation:
Jorgen strides over to Breda, bowing his head slightly at her loss. Looking over his shoulder at the burningg corpse he looks the distraight girl in the eye.
"It may not mean much, but he has been avenged."
Not used seeing or dealing with this type of emotion, and never having known any emotional connection to her own father, Anya slowly moves over near Breda, stands uncomfortably for a while, then, not knowing what else to say, rumbles "He died well."
Then, knowing she's done all she can and confident the others can handle the ship, she turns and with a defient stare, both hands placed around the handle of her ground battleaxe, and waits for the arrival of the Lord of Stuvoy and his retainers.
Ragnar shakes his head at Kurn's run for the beach. Garbled though it is, he sounds sarcastic when he says,"Wuhll, thuht duhn't luhck suhspuhshuhz..."
He shrugs to Anya and Jorgen, walking closer to Breda.
"Uh'm suhrruh wuh duhdn't guht huh uhn tuhm tuh huhlp huhm", he says awkwardly.
Translation: ** spoiler omitted **
Kurn reaches the shore after the ship sails out into the bay. "Well done everybody, but we may have a problem with the locals in a minute. The old warrior we saw is dead and I think I saw the young Lord and his retainers heading this way. Anya and Ragnar will meet them first, so you may want to intervene" says Kurn looking at Stefnir as party leader. " I need to check out a casualty I treated earlier and out of interest, has anybody seen Saorise?" Kurn shrugs his shoulders and move back to the woman he treated earlier.
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As Kurn says those fateful last words, the ship begins to catch fire properly and wheels slightly on the breeze and heads out to sea.
Looking around, there is no sign of Saorise on the quay or beach. But Helga and Stefnir may remember that the trapdoor was open on the Albatross.
While Helga, Stefnir and the rest are helping to send the ship on its way and as Kurn finally reaches them, the Lord and his party reach Breda. Tavnia leans down and checks out the old man, afterwards shaking his head. The druid with thin bony arms lifts the sobbing girl to her feet and murmurs, "he is gone. Come with me, Breda. I need someone to carry his body up to the stockade. At this point, Olaf and Thorsten step out of the shadow of the Lord Mercik and start to pick the stiffening body from the stained grass.
Lord Mercik himself looks at Anya and Jorgen. "How many died? Tell me what happened."
The bard stands slightly behind one shoulder, his white eye glittering in the morning light as he takes in the trail of destruction and burning ship, "it looks like they are trying to destroy the Albatross, my Lord."
Ragnar nods, even though they weren't speaking to him. He keeps his response clear and simple.
"Druh-guh Luhng-uhcks.", he says, pointing to the burning corpse.
"We left the cave to find Drago's...revenant butchering the villagers. I believe there are 3 dead."
"The creatures in the shrine were difficult to slay - once we heard the commotion in the town, we disengaged and swam or sailed to intervene as swiftly as we could. We never imagined ... this," Helga gestures at the carnage.
"Once we saw it ... we realised we had to destroy the ship, as soon as may be."
Diplomacy:
Tired, in pain and the minuscule amount of patience she possess long gone, Anya looks down at the young lord and growls out "Something was killing your people. We just stopped it. No need to thank us or anything."
Intimidate:
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The boy's face mottles red at the words of Anya. He steps forwards and points at Helga, obviously angry now.
"Three dead! Three dead! It should be you that's dead not my people!" he squeaks with a breaking voice.
Realising how silly he sounds, the boy opens his mouth to get even more angry, "and this girl tries to growl at me, the Lord's son. I have half a mind to toss you out. My father would have hit her for that insult."
Meanwhile the rest are on the quay watching their efforts succeeding, then Kurn, Ari and Stefnir notice movement on the deck 150 feet out. Lit by the burning deck and mast area, they see someone stagger out of the trapdoor then collapse. When she stands again, the woman's furs are burning too and she starts screaming and batting at her clothes.
Suddenly the frantic movement wheels her towards a siderail and the ship tips to throw her over the side. Saorise's screams are cut off by the ice cold water.
Helga steps between Anya and Mercik.
"You would be within your rights, my lord," she begins. "We brought your people grief omn our ship today, which is why we're disposing of it so it can do no more harm."
Diplomacy:
... but then the screaming from the ship distracts her.
"What is that idiot still doing aboard?" she exclaims in horror. "Anya! You have to swim for her she'll never survive the water!"
As Kurn wanders over to the wounded woman he helped before, he hears the scream and looks to see Saorise burning and fall off the ship. "The Witch is probably the one who caused the dead to rise and now she is paying the price of her evil!" he thinks to himself.
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The village cove is a bit like an amphitheatre so that people can see down into the water from most angles. The ground does undulate a bit which is why Drago was hidden from view from the beach.
Kurn can re-visit the beach and the woman lying on the stones. She is breathing shallow.
Those on the quay are much closer to the sea and the ship and Saorise than Anya and the rest. It will take most if not all of two rounds for Anya to reach the sea.
Anya starts to smile as the youth, barely reaching her chest height, tries to intimidate her. She is stopped from laughing right in his face though as Helga steps between them. Her face clearly displaying her annoyance she puts her hand on his sisters shoulder in preparation to move her aside and opens her mouth to say something no doubt somewhat less than diplomatic when the screams of the sorceress interrupt her.
Looking to her sister in even deeper annoyance at the call for rescue the big, gore spattered woman swears under her breath, then throws down the axe at Merick's feet saying "Here. I believe this is yours. Next time you need help you can use it yourself." and then begins running as fast as she can for the water.
Double move, 80', running (so 320'?)
"I'll get her", shouts Ari, taking a deep breath and diving into the water.
Swim check