3.0rd Edition Power Game

[Mithreander]

Seems silly to make them to heavy for such an advance form of moving. the hawk thinks as it takes off towards the other ship.

Borrowing the spyglass formt he captain to get a better view of the flag, the fire-mage takes a look. The flag leaps into view as if by magic. It seems unfamiliar to the mage... though it does resemble a symbol he had seen just recently... then he remembers. He saw it on that same ship! It was in the docks Of Greyhawk when Allen was heading towards the Silver Tower!

The hawk finally makes it over the other boat and answers Aye, they have out those thinks that hurl sticks a great speed. Sure, you can make a stick fly at unnatural speads, yet have troubles making a 'ship'fly normally. How many? Less then half a flock... perhaps half as many as half.

 

[Velmont]

Fly high friend, those men could try to hit you with one of these flying sticks.

"Captain, tell you men to be ready to take cover, they are all armed with bows, and if they can hear you, they can shoot you. I have no idea of their intentions. I have seen that ship in the docks of Greyhawk. If it helps you, there is between an half and a quarter of a flock of men on that boat."

Is it that strange friend? You can carry a mouse in your claw while you fly, but you can't carry a man. Those sticks, named arrows, are light, a boat is heavy, that's why.?

A smile is drawn on the face of the wizard.

And I'm not use to know how much birds there is in a flock, so, compare to us, how many they are. Same number? More or less? By half, double?

The enchanter walk behind a mat and start to cast a spell. When the casting end, a red aura appear and fade away.

OOC: I cast Mage Armor, just in case, and from behind the mat for the more cover possible.

 

[Mithreander]

If you all were a flock, you would be a pitifull one indeed. The number of those on the this 'ship' double those on yours... and they have flying sticks. came the reply from the reluctant familiar. Fear not for me, you land bound are blind and clumsy. They will not hit me. As for your arguement... my wings are no where the size of your 'ships' sails. If I had the same size wings, then I WOULD be able to pick up a man and more! Smuggness wells up in the hawks thoughts as it continues to circle the other craft, gaining altitude as it does.

The captain orders the anchor thrown and all sails drawn. The ship is outside of bow range, but just barely. He looks at the mage and asks "What now? I'm afraid to send someone... I know, we'll wait for them to send a represenitive! After all, it's not me who's holding up the flow!" He looks pleased as he commands his men to arm themselves, which they do. Slings are taken out and pouches of bullets passed around. "We'll be ready for them if they mean trouble" the captain continues. "Thanks for the warning... could have been much worse. Now we are in control again.

 

[MeepoTheMighty]

Aramil strings his bow while keeping his eyes on the other boat. He whispers to the wolf by his side, "Be still, sister. I'm not sure what's going on, but it could be trouble."

If there's an area of the ship where he could gain higher ground (such as a higher deck), Aramil will head up there. Otherwise, he'll move to an area as far from the other ship as possible, but still allows him to see as much of the battlefield as he can.

 

[Thrarn Iranorn]

Peeking over the rail of the boat to remain out of sight, Oldum whispers "Pirates...are they pirates? I have never seen pirates before. oh boy." His voice raises in excitement with every word as he arms his crossbow.

 

[Thrarn Iranorn]

OOC: Stupid double posts!!!

 

[Velmont]

"They have twice the men we have here, so I think it is a good thing not to go to them. We can wait for them to come, or we can send them a written message."

Allan take his crossbow and load a bolt in it.

If your wings had the size of these sails, would you be able to lift a flock of men? A boat like this one must weight at least twice the weight of a flock of men. It may float because of his shape, but it havn't been made to fly.

But men are not birds. The sky is your domain, and the majority of men don't want to fly, just like a bird don't want to travel underwater, like a fish. The nature have made us like this, and only some men will fly during their lives, and it will be by using magic.

 

[Mithreander]

Aramel, seeing no higher ground, rushes to the back otf the ship, the wolf at her heal. She finds an area where she can see the other ship, though it's well out of range for her bow. She can see the full deck of this boat, if nothing else. The wolf stops right next to her, it's fur slightly up from the emotions that it detects in her 'brother'. She continues to skan the area for trouble, but eventually relaxes when she finds none and none materializes.

Everyone looking sees that the other boat, after a wait has started to lower a row boat to meet this one.

The hawk familiar wings over it and screeches. The people in the boat look up at the hawk, but continue on their way sccross the intervening distance between the ships. There are 8 people in the boat.

"A little large for a meeting party..." the captain says as he watches the spider like paddles propel the row boat forward.

 

[Mithreander]

That may be the case... and I feel sorry for your lack of mobility... but do you have to be blind as well? it asks, noting the heads of those below inthe rowboak following the birds motion with their whole heads, rather then with just thier eyes. It must be your flat ugly faces that hamper it...

 

[Velmont]

I move so I always have a sight on the row boat. If they start ot shoots arrows, I cast a fire orb on the boat itself, so it can start to burn.

If they try to climb abord the ship without being invited (in another word, if they look to have hostile intention) I cast sleep in the boat.