The Pirates. Arr!
The three pirates surrounding Saarloss grow cautious after seeing him strike one of their own. The wounded half-orc, in a low, throaty growl, says, "Eh, a quick 'un! Let's see how ya like da feel o' me axe!"
He motions for a human wearing a grime-encrusted leather vest and black leather pants, who slashes at the rogue with a cutlass. Saarloss easily dodges the swing, as well as the other pirate's short spear. However, his attention focused on those two humans, he only sees the half-orc out of the corner of his eye.
The half-orc steps calmly forward, taking a flanking position. AsSaarloss deals with the other pirates, the half-orc waits for the right moment. The half-orc waits until the spear stabs through the air next to Saarloss. Suddenly a maniacal smile erupts on his face and he swings with his axe.
Saarloss groans as the axe bites straight through the thin leather and into his middle. Sharp stabs of pain radiate from his stomach as blood pours down his back. (Ooc - critical hit, 16 points of damage).
The lone pirate facing Norbac, an orc holding a battleaxe, pales at the carnage the enlarged cleric made of the other pirates. He slowly backs away, then drops his axe and cowers on the deck.
"Don' 'urt me," he says through sobs and wails, "I didna mean nothing./ They mades me."
The three pirates facing Rowena, however, grimly focus on their opponent. They exchange a quick glance, then one, the human wearing polka-dots, mutters, "It's plunder or hangin' fer us. I says, let's get the plunder."
With two quick motions, the human first slashes with the front part of his blade, then cuts back with the base. His attack misses badly.
The two half-orcs again coordinate their attacks. This time, Rowena is unable to dodge either as the pirates time their blows perfectly. Both axes bite into her skin, one after the other, but the sturdy paladin has felt worse in training. She nods her head, knowing battle has finally joined. (OoC - 4 and 6 hp, for a total damage of 10)
The two remaining orcs on the Folly, rage taking complete control over their minds, advance towards Bribben while howling and shouting orcish curses. Bribben, empty-handed as he waits for his spear to return, bites his bottom lip and shifts anxiously from foot to foot as the orcs approach.
The orcs lean forward and put all of their weight into their swings. At the last second, Bribben takes advantage of his small size and rolls under the sharp, heavy blades, standing up again and ready to attack.
The captain shouts in wordless rage as the pirates ignore his commands, and worse fight like toothless mice. "Enough of this," he yells. He steps out from behind the Ogre, and appears to think for a second. He mutters something incomprehensible as his hands make strange gestures. He then makes a fist, which seems to fill with a flaming light. He looks at Norbac and Rowena, and decides to deal with the paladin rather than the looming cleric. Making two quick throwing motions, two flaming rays fly through the air at Rowena. Despite the confusion of the battle down below, the rays thread a path through Rowena's attacker to strike her. Flames erupt over her body, and she screams in pain as her flesh ripples in the scorching heat. (OoC - two hits with scorching ray, one critical. 29 points of fire damage - checked for immunity, didn't see any).
As Rowena's struggles with the flames, the pirate captain yells out, "Ignore the attackers! Strike the lines!" He slaps at the ogre and points him at the ropes attaching to the two ships. The ogre steps over and starts swinging a giant great-axe at the ropes he can reach from the deck.