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An explosive (although brief) battle!
Karthak's fireball did 19 damage to each of the crossbow soldiers, neither of which made their saving throw. Miyris, however, did make her saving throw and is still alive (and hurt) somewhere in the water. The Soarwood sailing ship is aflame and in pretty bad shape.
Norderil made a Bluff check (roll: 4 +7= 12) versus the soldier's Sense Motive (roll: 14 +2=16) and failed in his feint. Deadweight made a slam attack on Barandurr, dealing 4 points of damage (Barandurr's nose is bloody, but not broken). Barandurr's counterattack, however, missed (roll: 7 +5=12 vs 16).
Mong fired twice at one of the soldiers, the first shot missing (roll: 2 +11=13), but the second easily hitting (roll: 8 +11=19) for 8 damage (roll d8: 3 +5=8). That particular soldier is still alive, doing his best to tread water with his good arm.
Toshanharath's attack just hits (roll: 9 +8=17 vs 16), dealing 21 points of damage (roll 5d6: 17 +4=21), which severely damages the Warforged.
The three remaining soldiers are surrendering, so the only remaining threat is the Warforged. Deadweight isn't out of the fight yet, though. Unwilling to surrender and unable to run, the metal giant seems to be focusing on Toshanharath for his next attack.
[Norderil, Karthak] -
Let the final round begin!
Karthak closes his eyes, fingers twisting sublimely in the air as he concentrates on precisely manipulating the elemental forces. A split second later: an incredible roar, a brilliant flash of light, and a searing hot wind that whips across the ship. The soft canvas sails of the small black ship are instantly incinerated by the blast, and the light wood bursts into flame. Both of the crossbow-wielding soldiers are killed immediately, and Miyris is literally blown off her her ship from the force of the explosion, her smoking body splashing into the water several feet away.
Voddlegrok stares, fascinated, at the destruction. "Oh, m-m-m-my..." Then he quietly faints.
The green-clad soldiers that had boarded the Whale's Carcass look back at their destroyed ship in shock. Norderil takes advantage of the confusion to slip up next one of the soldiers, launching an obvious feint at the surprised warrior, hoping to cause the human to overextend himself. The bulky man takes a cautious step backwards and raises his shield, not allowing himself to be drawn into Norderil's trap.
The Warforged pauses for only a moment as its ship explodes behind it. Its eyes never leave Barandurr's, who growls menacingly. Deadweight, ignoring Toshanharath's taunts, slashes downward at Barandurr. The Dwarf swings his hammer up and high, creating sparks as he deftly blocks the axe blow, smirking. But the axe swing was only a distraction from the Warforged's actual attack--Barandurr's eyes grow wide right before the Warforged's metal shield cracks him across the face. Stumbling back a pace, Barandurr lifts a hand to his bloodied nose, then cries out as he drags the hammer through its backswing, only to have it clang harmlessly against the Warforged's mithril plating.
Mong looks out angrily at the burning ship, her chosen target denied her. A moment later, she notes a flurry of movement out of the corner of her eye, and turns to see the diminutive Norderil engage one of the flail-bearing soldiers. She swiftly brings her bow to bear, loosing her shot at the soldier's exposed flank. The arrow is driven into the wooden railing just behind the soldier, but before the arrow's feather's have stopped quivering, Mong has notched and released another shot, striking the soldier in his upper arm. He cries out in pain, and jerks back, his foot catching in the arrow behind him. Screaming, arms pinwheeling, the soldier falls backwards off the ship.
The remaining three soldiers look nervously at one another, and then at the burning wreckage of their ship, and finally at their Warforged companion, outnumbered but fighting on. It doesn't take them long to realize that with their leader dead and their ship gone, they have only two options: fight to the death, or surrender. Wearily, they toss their flails and shields to the deck before raising their hands in the air.
Toshanharath watches the brief exchange between Barandurr and the Warforged, waiting, perfectly still, for the right moment. When he finally strikes, it is with the speed of thought: his crystal sword glows, then flashes brilliantly, and in an instant strikes along Deadweight's side, shredding through metal and wood alike to leave a smouldering scar all the way down the construct's arm. Amazingly, though it stumbles and the greenish light in its eyes briefly flickers, the Warforged is not brought down by this awesome blow--it shakes its head and turns to face Toshanharath, impressed (and perhaps more than a little frightened) by the force of the tall man's attack.
Captain Gravan, his terrified crew, and the surrendering soldiers all look on in awe at the conflict in front of them, as the Warforged draws back his axe, preparing for a vicious attack...
Voddlegrok stares, fascinated, at the destruction. "Oh, m-m-m-my..." Then he quietly faints.
The green-clad soldiers that had boarded the Whale's Carcass look back at their destroyed ship in shock. Norderil takes advantage of the confusion to slip up next one of the soldiers, launching an obvious feint at the surprised warrior, hoping to cause the human to overextend himself. The bulky man takes a cautious step backwards and raises his shield, not allowing himself to be drawn into Norderil's trap.
The Warforged pauses for only a moment as its ship explodes behind it. Its eyes never leave Barandurr's, who growls menacingly. Deadweight, ignoring Toshanharath's taunts, slashes downward at Barandurr. The Dwarf swings his hammer up and high, creating sparks as he deftly blocks the axe blow, smirking. But the axe swing was only a distraction from the Warforged's actual attack--Barandurr's eyes grow wide right before the Warforged's metal shield cracks him across the face. Stumbling back a pace, Barandurr lifts a hand to his bloodied nose, then cries out as he drags the hammer through its backswing, only to have it clang harmlessly against the Warforged's mithril plating.
Mong looks out angrily at the burning ship, her chosen target denied her. A moment later, she notes a flurry of movement out of the corner of her eye, and turns to see the diminutive Norderil engage one of the flail-bearing soldiers. She swiftly brings her bow to bear, loosing her shot at the soldier's exposed flank. The arrow is driven into the wooden railing just behind the soldier, but before the arrow's feather's have stopped quivering, Mong has notched and released another shot, striking the soldier in his upper arm. He cries out in pain, and jerks back, his foot catching in the arrow behind him. Screaming, arms pinwheeling, the soldier falls backwards off the ship.
The remaining three soldiers look nervously at one another, and then at the burning wreckage of their ship, and finally at their Warforged companion, outnumbered but fighting on. It doesn't take them long to realize that with their leader dead and their ship gone, they have only two options: fight to the death, or surrender. Wearily, they toss their flails and shields to the deck before raising their hands in the air.
Toshanharath watches the brief exchange between Barandurr and the Warforged, waiting, perfectly still, for the right moment. When he finally strikes, it is with the speed of thought: his crystal sword glows, then flashes brilliantly, and in an instant strikes along Deadweight's side, shredding through metal and wood alike to leave a smouldering scar all the way down the construct's arm. Amazingly, though it stumbles and the greenish light in its eyes briefly flickers, the Warforged is not brought down by this awesome blow--it shakes its head and turns to face Toshanharath, impressed (and perhaps more than a little frightened) by the force of the tall man's attack.
Captain Gravan, his terrified crew, and the surrendering soldiers all look on in awe at the conflict in front of them, as the Warforged draws back his axe, preparing for a vicious attack...
Karthak's fireball did 19 damage to each of the crossbow soldiers, neither of which made their saving throw. Miyris, however, did make her saving throw and is still alive (and hurt) somewhere in the water. The Soarwood sailing ship is aflame and in pretty bad shape.
Norderil made a Bluff check (roll: 4 +7= 12) versus the soldier's Sense Motive (roll: 14 +2=16) and failed in his feint. Deadweight made a slam attack on Barandurr, dealing 4 points of damage (Barandurr's nose is bloody, but not broken). Barandurr's counterattack, however, missed (roll: 7 +5=12 vs 16).
Mong fired twice at one of the soldiers, the first shot missing (roll: 2 +11=13), but the second easily hitting (roll: 8 +11=19) for 8 damage (roll d8: 3 +5=8). That particular soldier is still alive, doing his best to tread water with his good arm.
Toshanharath's attack just hits (roll: 9 +8=17 vs 16), dealing 21 points of damage (roll 5d6: 17 +4=21), which severely damages the Warforged.
The three remaining soldiers are surrendering, so the only remaining threat is the Warforged. Deadweight isn't out of the fight yet, though. Unwilling to surrender and unable to run, the metal giant seems to be focusing on Toshanharath for his next attack.
[Norderil, Karthak] -
(Spot checks): The flame is beginning to spread across to the Whale's Carcass along the planks that connect the two ships.
Let the final round begin!
