Seagulls and parrots wheel overhead, squawking and screeching, ducking occassionally and rising with fish scraps or other more unidentifiable things. Before you on the wooden jetties of Sargava's busy port stands Captain Venkalie, she's currently roaring he loudest at the men loading the ship, her height and fair hair betraying some Ulfen heritage, she is a dressed well as a Sargavan ships captain in the old Chelaxian style.
A similiarly clad woman, whos clothes were of far better quality, heavily embroidered at the sleeves approaches up the docks, looking serene amidst all the chaos of the preparation for the Sea Wyvern's disembarkation.
When Captain Venkalie spots her she strides quickly over to where you were asked, or rather told to wait after arriving as promised on the jetty after signing on for the Vaneo Expedition to the Isle of Dread.
'That's the boss lady, look sharp now, you can be scruffy tomb-diggers all you like once your on board,' at this she turns sharply and bows her head to the approaching woman.
She is slim, pale and pretty featured with her starkly black hair tied high away from her face.
'Good evening Gentlemen, my name is Lavinia Vaneo, the primary funder of this expedition. I'm glad to see Captain Venkalie here has assembled such a competent looking group of individuals,' she smiles.
'Why don't you all introduce yourselves?'
With a formal if somewhat awkward bow Hal salutes Lavinia Vaneo.
"I am honored to meet your acquaintance my Lady. I am Halstadt Morgrym, Champion of Angradd, you may call me Hal for short, all of my friends do".
"Hello, Miss Vaneo. I go by the name of Gerain, but some people also call me Gerain the Huntsman. I guess I got a bit of reputation for enjoying a good hunt. My large hairy friend is my companion ape, Rasputin. Don't worry about him, he;ll be no problem."
Hearing his name, the ape turns and nods toward teh lady, showing a bit of intellect not normal for the species.
Marcus lets his pack slide off his shoulder, before walking up to Lavinia. Bowing low, he takes the ladies hand, kissing it lightly.
"Lavinia. . .such a beautiful name. Marcus Dana is my name and I am at your service."
Letting her hand fall, Marcus walks back and joins the others.
A tall young man, dressed in a blue nobleman's cloak, embroidered with a coat of arms depicting a wolf's head in front of two crossed swords in a shield walks nervously towards the group gathered by the quay. He bows his head slightly to the woman, before continuing in a stiff rather formal mode"Greetings Mistress Vaneo, we are well met. I am Sir Percival de Looupe claimant to some lands in the Isle to which we are destined." Behind this facade of authority, his voice has a tremor of doubt and uncertainty, as though it took all his effort to appear as he has. As she responds, he almost appears to want to melt into the background. He moves away and takes a book from his robe, An exploration of geophysical features., opening at a marked page and beginning to read. Every so often, his eyes raise up from the book to take in the surroundings and the people surrounding him, listening in on any conversations.
Hal looks at Rasputin trying not to stare. He resists the urge to ask Gerain questions until formal announcements have been completed.
'Excellent to have you all on board gentlemen, there'll be a few other individuals joining you, whether before we launch or from one of the other ships in the very near future.'
'I'm sure we can all talk again soon, right now I really-'
Lavinia's sentence is cut short by a scream of panic fromt he far end of the jetty.
One of the large transporting crates has been broken open and a massive armored reptile newly released is staggering into the crowd, swing a massive hammer-like tail. It smashes a row of crates as the panicked crowd begin to flee in all directions.
Initiative
"Fantast Retnuh, m'lady, happy to be of service
Fantast sits on the back of a big furry six legged beast, Fantast is a Gnome's gnome. His Bright white hair is pulled into a ponytail and the bottom half of his face is covered by a bandanna tied mask, He wears a Chain mail shirt that shines and even with half his face covered you can tell he has gnomish charm to spare. He is and always has been an obsessive big game hunter. When he heard tale of the beasts that roam the lands this ship is destined to, he couldn't resist.
Under him stands a beast that could almost be a bear, If it didn't look more agile and for the extra set of legs near the upper torso. it's claws look wicked and seem to pop with static and electricity.
at the sound of the crate cracking the pair take off toward it, Fantast pulls a wicked looking adamantine spear out a bag that doesn't look like it should have fit in. with in the moment the pair are already half way there.
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Init
His reactions slowed from reading his book, Sir Percival slowly looks up to see what the noise is all about. A little upset that his concentration had been disturbed.
Gerain moves 30' toward the creature. "You might want to sit this one out, Ras. That tail looks brutal."
At the end of his movement, he casts a spell at the large dinosaur.
Realizing his mistake in memorizing his collection of town/subterfuge spells, Sir Percival moves away from the beast reciting arcane words and gesturing. As he does this he vanishes from sight.
"Milady is this a creature you wish to preserve or shall we lay it low?" Hal asks Lavinia.
Initiative
Ranged Attack Firebolt -
Firebolt Damage -
Like a shot Mouse races towards the beast, knocking an arrow on his short bow as he moves.
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ROUND 1
Seeing the beast break free, Lavinia steps back behind the adventurers, as does Captain Venkalie, though she draws her blade. 'This isn't one of mine, stop it from doing too much damage!' she yells in response to Halstadt.
At this Marcus dashes forwards and shoots the creature though the arrow deflects harmlessly off the creaures armor.
Gerain casts a spell and the great lumbering beast suddenly pauses in its tracks, as if paralyzed.
Percival intones his own spell and becomes invisible, his footsteps creaking the jetty as he moves to the side.
Haldstadt launches a firebolt, damaging the creatures side.
The beast seems to sit still for a moment, before breaking free off Gerain's paralytic magic.
Finally Fantast mounts on Grudge travel along the wobbly jetty and around various crates to arrive ten feet from the beast.
Gerain moves as far toward the animal as he can this round. While moving he pulls his magical scimitar and prepares to engage the creature.
Rasputin also begins moving toward the dinosaur, seeing his friend preparing to engage in combat.
Marcus runs as close as he thinks is safe......and fires another arrow.
Halstadt nods to Lavinia and fires off another bolt.
Ranged Firebolt -
Firebolt Damage -
As quietly as possible Sir Percival moves after Gerain, hoping that he can provide some divine insight for Gerain enabling him to make the target easier to hit.
ROUND 2
Marcus dashes forward full tilt weaving between crates and along the jetty until he is ten feet from the great beast.
Gerain follows Marcus, heeled closely by his great ape companion.
Percival invisibly trails his charging companions, looking for oppurtunities to aid them.
Haldstadt brings forth Angrad's fiery magic yet again, scorching the creature.
The creature stumps forward and attacks Grudge, swinging it's vast club-tail, it hits the eidolon solidly.
Fantast shouts angrily at the assault on his companion and stabs with his spear, but it deflects off the creatures plates.
Gerains moves into a tactical position and slashes at the beast with his magical weapon.
Scimitar
Damage
Seeing his friend trying to bring the dinosaur down, Rasputin also moves forward to attack.
Bite
Damage
Claw One
Damage
Claw Two
Damage
Sir Percival follows Geraint again, invisibly and quietly.
Stealth + 20 from being invisible.
Seeing his new companions converging on the creature Hal dahses forward towards the melee. Drawing his axe Hal screams at the beast to try and get its attention.
Seeing the damage the creature is causing, Marcus errs on the side of caution and decides to fire another arrow.
Fatast Starts cursing in Sylvan with such fervor that if you have knowledge of the language and the time to think about it that you might wonder if the Faye didn’t event cursing all together.
Grudge is making an odd noise that very well might be deranged laughing
Fantast strikes again with his spear hoping to make it work a bit more thoroughly, though he has the weapon tucked under one arm and the other on Grudge’s saddle as if at any moment he might be attending a rodeo.
The gnomes grip is apparent as Grudge attacks each of the forward paws reaching forward with a electric pop, the claws attempting to tear at parts that are exposed and unprotected by the shell, both eyes and nostrils take a swipe from the bear like eldion that makes it appear as if it has been long trained for this type of fighting.
Fantasts Spear
Grudge's attack
Electric claw
Electric claw
Electric claw
Electric claw
ROUND 3
Marcus fires again, but cannot penetrate the beast's hide.
Gerain and Rasputin flail wildly at the creature too, but only one of Rasputin's blows lands.
Percival moves until he is 40 feet from the melee.
Haldstadt barrels down the jetty knocking crates and cargo flying in his rapid trajectory.
The creature reacts to Rasputin's blow with a swing of it's mighty tail, leaving him battered and stunned.
Fantast swears an strikes inneffectively with his spear while Grudge lays down a barrage of blows with his electric claws. Leaving the beast damaged and roaring in rage.
Round 4 action.
Halstadt screams a dwarven battle cry, charges and swings at the huge creature with his greataxe.
Melee Attack -
Greataxe Damage -
"Dammit!" Marcus swears as he drops his bow and draws his sword. He watches the beast, looking for the oppurtunity to strike.
The sound of chanting comes from the ether around 40ft away from the monster. At the end of the chanting, an orb of light appears above Gerain. Sir Percival speaks loudly in a strange ancient language "Dranis feodor Gerain"
Gerain and his companion continue to rain blows on the dinosaur.
Scimitar
Damage
Rasputin's attacks follow.
Bite
Damage
Possible crit confirmation Bite
Damage
Claw One
Damage
Claw Two
Damage
Possible crit confirmation claw
Damage
The cursing gnome continues to do so, as those that are watching observe there is honest to goodness hatred on his face and the pair seem to be possessed with a fanatical urgency to have the big beast dead.
Fantast's Spear
Grudge's attack
Electric claw 1
Electric claw 2
Electric claw 3
Electric claw 4
crit confirm for Electric claw 2
Marcus watches the battle rage for only a heartbeat before racing up a stack of crates, that stand next to the creature, and launching himself through the air towards the beast. He reaches out his arms, hoping to grab onto the animal.
Marcus watches the battle rage for only a heartbeat before racing up a stack of crates, that stand next to the creature, and launching himself through the air towards the beast. 1d20+7
ROUND 4
Marcus vault's onto some crates and leaps from them but doesn't make the leap and lands beside the large creature.
Gerain's scimitar bites into the creature's side, spraying blood. Meanwhile Rasputin regain's his senses.
A glowing ball of celestial light appears above Gerain, granting him aid with a holy blessing.
Halstadt bravely charges but cannot pierce the beasts plating.
The beast strikes at Gerain in it's panic, but the blow misses slamming into the pier.
Finally Grudge and Fantast barrage the beast, Grudge managing to sneak a blow beneath it's guard with a sparking flash.
Seeing the creature sway slightly from the combined attacks, Gerain pressed the initiative.
Scimitar
Damage
Marcus, steadying himself, takes a step forward and swings his sword.
"This poor beastie just doesn't know when to go down!" Halstadt bellows as he chops down hard attempting to split its plating with his axe.
Melee Attack -
Melee Damage -
Round 5
Marcus' rapier skitters off the creature, but Gerain press the advantage gouging the creature deeply, Rasputin digs his claw into the wound and the beast goes down, Halstadt mercifully ending the beast's last struggles.
Cheers rise from the assembled sailors and Lady Vaneo quickly approaches.
Marcus sheathes his longsword and walks back to his pack, stopping to pick up his bow first.
"Anyone know what the heck this poor creature was? I am sure it was probably more afraid of us than we were of it", states Hal not speaking to anyone in particular.
Hal takes out his wand of Detect Evil and uses to it to see if his assumption about the creature was true.