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Blizzard at Revel's End (IC)

Jathin again commands the spectral cutlass to slash at one of the fishman near it. With the spiritual weapon commanded Jathlin moves up onto the ship and scans the are for a weapon. As he scans the deck of the ship he conjures another burst of divine fire to erupt around the sahuagin his sword just attacked.

OOC: Bonus Action: Attack SG2 Spiritual Weapon attack and damage: 1d20+6 13 1d8+4 5.
Perception Check: 1d20+6 12
Sacred Flame damge: 1d8 4. SG2 must make a DC 14 dex save or take 4 radiant damage.
 

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KahlessNestor

Adventurer
Revel’s End
End of autumn
Weather: Freezing and wet. Sleet. Rough water and sea spray. Fog
Round 6

Valrin swam to the dock and dragged himself out of the frigid water, panting and gasping for breath, his body aching with cold and exhaustion as he surveyed the fight. Some giant octopus was entangled with one of the last fishmen in the water, it looked like there was still some fighting on the ship, and fighting had started on the cliff top with the giant crab.

“Any of you have crossbows?” Valrin yelled to the guards as he leaned on his ice breaker.

***

Exhaustion 1: Disadvantage on ability checks.
Exhaustion 2: Speed halved.

Didn’t notice Doc Halfhand transform into a giant octopus.

Action:
Move: To AK13
Bonus Action:

Valrin Thann Character Sheet
Prisoner 137
AC 15
HP 33/41
Rage: 2/3/LR, Reckless Attack, Frenzy
 

FitzTheRuke

Legend
On the Ship

The Red Ghost and Burton came aboard and joined the fight on the main deck; the ghost thrust a pike into one of the fish-men and Burton finished it with a well-placed thrown dagger. Jathlin's flying cutlas cut at the back of the last remaining fish-man as that creature leaped on (and murdered) a prison guard before being shot down by another guard's quarrel from up on the forecastle.

Thorbin dove down the hatch and thrust his pike through the body of the large fish-man down there. He stood over the body of the dead prisoner and looked around wildly for another target, but all that remained was a few cowering prisoners, the ship's captain, and a wounded guard. (The ship's cleric was there too, but she was hiding behind a forward bulkhead.) Below him, the few remaining crew worked the ship's pump, keeping ahead of the mostly-plugged leak.

The ship was free of attackers now, and would be saved from sinking.

On the Docks

Py'Cott found where he had left his block of whale-fat, and he scooped it up. Valrin, gasping and exhausted, pulled himself up onto the dock. In the water the giant octopus struggled with a lone fish-man, and the guards on the dock (perhaps listening to Valrin's frustrated request for crossbows) finally got themselves organised and filled it full of quarrels. Bodies of fish-men, whale, guards, and a prisoner floated on or below the surface of the rough-waters, but no more threat remained there.

On the Cliff

The crab held two guards in its pincers and it turned around, squeezed, and then let them go. They fell shouting from the cliff to be dashed on the rocks and surf below. The rider slid off and for a moment, he looked like he would kill another guard as he made his way toward the lift's wheel, determined to get there for a reason known only to him. But the remaining guards mounted a strong defense, and they shot the fish-man down before he could complete his goal.

Now, only the crab remained, still hanging from the precipice. Down on the forecastle of the Gray Seagull, the mate cranked the ballista around and aimed it for the crab, launching the bolt which soared true and struck the crab in the mouth. It clung for a moment, gurgling foam, and then fell, landing with an enormous splash on the back of its shell before sinking out of sight below the crashing waves.

End

There was a moment of silence while nearly everyone recovered from the shock of it all. Then Ludz, the young prison guard yelled and cheered, "We won!"

And others joined in, nodding and congratulating each-other.

GM: End of Encounter
 


Leatherhead

Possibly a Idiot.
Py'Cott tears off a piece of fat and stuffs it in his maw.
"Shm, rlly..." Shame really, the half-orc mutters through chewing, before handing another piece to Lex.
 
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Steve Gorak

Explorer
Hearing from above that victory was theirs, Thorbin spontaneously screams a victory cry. Quickly, he assessed the situation and sees Tallow, the hardened smuggler from Baldur's Gate bleeding in from of him. He jumps on his knees next to the man and tries to tend to his wounds. “Come on Tallow, stay with us!”

It’s obvious that the man’s injuries far outweigh his skills, so he signals the cleric to come and help.. “Help him man, I still need to drink with him to celebrate his bravery” He says, genuinely concerned.


OOC: here’s a heroic natural 1 on the medecine check: 3 ;-)
 

Kobold Stew

Last Guy in the Airlock
The octopus pulls itself onto the doc, its black stripes menacing against the pale colour of its flesh. As the water pours off its body, onto the creosote-stained wood of the pier, and through the cracks into the sea, it searches for a target. Any of the invaders remaining.

Seeing none, the octopus sighed its relief, and began to deflate. Soon Doc Halfhand was lying on the pier, on his back, looking up at the sky.

He coughs, as if he is beginning to speak, and salt water emerges from his lungs.

As he sits up, he tries again.

"Anything more on the ship that needs unloading?" asks the tired goliath.
 


Kobold Stew

Last Guy in the Airlock
"That's good" says Doc, stretching out his hand and reaching to the sky. Again he spits up water.

"Wonder if any of the new prisoners are going to be trouble," he says, looking at the carcasses floating on the surf in the harbour.
 

KahlessNestor

Adventurer
Revel’s End
End of autumn
Weather: Freezing and wet. Sleet. Rough water and sea spray. Fog
Round 0

Valrin grunted as he straightened up, filling his lungs with cold air. “We need blankets. Anyone in the water is going to be dead in fifteen minutes,” he pointed out, stumbling over to the fire in the barrel. “They should be put in the warm hold, or sent back inside.”

***

Exhaustion 1: Disadvantage on ability checks.
Exhaustion 2: Speed halved.

Action:
Move:
Bonus Action:

Valrin Thann Character Sheet
Prisoner 137
AC 15
HP 33/41
Rage: 2/3/LR, Reckless Attack, Frenzy
 

JustinCase

the magical equivalent to the number zero
Burton lowers his weapon when it appears the fishfolk have been defeated, at least for now.

"Well done, chaps," he accidentally slips back into his old Waterdhavian posh accent. With an awkward grin to the veteran guard who helped him out of the freezing water, Burton hands over his rapier.

"Back to work, eh?" prisoner 287 says meekly while rubbing some life back into his cold limbs.

OOC: Assuming we will have the time for a short rest soon, Burton uses his Second Wind to regain 13 hit points.

(287) Burton AC13/16/21 HP 17/28 HD 3/3 PP 13 SS 1/2 2W 0/1 AS 1/1
 

jmucchiello

Adventurer
"Say, there's a big block of ice in the hold. I doubt it's all that warm in there," Lex says. Lex casts message at one of the guards up top who is probably peering over the cliffside looking at the sinking crab. (If none are doing that, he targets someone in the elevator. "We need blankets down here immediately. See what you can do. You can reply once to this message." He then says, "Were there any blankets in the crates?"
 

FitzTheRuke

Legend
Py'Cott & Lex

The whale-fat tasted very odd to Lex, and it did strange things to his stomach, which began to burble. The big orc seemed happy with it, until one of the guards said, "Hey, we need that for the lights. Wrap it up."

Thorbin & Valrin


The ship's cleric, Iyatisi was an acolyte of Waukeen, goddess of trade, and not the best healer. She said to Thorbin, "I am sorry, but there is nothing that I can do for him. I must help the cold and the injured."

She went up the ladder to the main deck. She had never been so far north in her life, and the cold hit her hard. So too did the carnage above. A full two-thirds of the ship's crew had not survived the battle, and their bodies, and those of their attackers, littered the deck, along with the blocks and cordage of the ruined crane.

Still, she offered what aid she could, using her minor magical ability to dry Valrin's clothes.

Burton, Razum, & Doc Halfhand

Before unloading could continue, it seemed important to some to retrieve the bodies of the guards and crew. Burton was given a hook on a long pole, and he began the grizzly task of pulling the bodies in to the dock, so Doc Halfhand and a guard could haul them out. Razum checked them for signs of life while taking note of who they were. The cold quickly began to take its toll on those who had been in the water, and Burton found that his hands were begging to shake.

On the Cliff

It wasn't long before the lift reached the top, and not long after the prison erupted with guards, as the warden came to see what had happened. She took charge of the situation immediately, and she began to call for those who had been worse exposed to the elements to be brought in to see the new doctor.

Before anyone could be brought up, though, the lift needed to be unloaded, which took some time. The bosun, a proud dwarf, hated that he had spent the whole fight locked in a box, and he took his frustration out on the guards who helped him to unload by cursing at them.

OOC: Everyone who went in the water will have to roll a dc14 con save or gain a level of exhaustion. Valrin can have advantage, for Iyatisi's help (it was only a cantrip). I'll give Doc advantage as well, for having been an octopus for most of it. Burton and some surviving guards don't get that luxury yet. Does Jathlin resist cold, or just have a swim speed?
 

FitzTheRuke

Legend
Lex

Lex, through some ingenuity and by communicating telepathically with his friend, the warden, after she appeared, managed to get blankets more quickly secured for those who had been exposed to the worst of the elements. Some were discovered still aboard the ship.

OOC: I will knock the DC down to 12.
 

Jathlin watches the last of the enemies get cut down and sighs. He shivers uncontrollably adrenaline no longer overriding the damp clothes and icy wind. As his teeth chatter he holds out his hand. Slowly at first and then increasing trickles of water pull off his skin and from his clothes pooling into his palm and form into a small sphere. As the last of the water pools into his hand he moves to the edge of the ship and drops the sphere into the sea. He then moves to the cargo hatch.

"Captain get ready to patch that hole. Yell up when you are prepared and the block of ice will melt."

OOC: Going to use Shape Water to pull the water out of my wet clothes and off of my body. Let me know if this wouldn't work.
Con Save: 1d20+3 20
 

Kobold Stew

Last Guy in the Airlock
Doc casts Produce Flame, and has a small fire glowing inches ab ove his shivering fist, offering some warmth to those who surround him.
OOC: Doc Halfhand con vs DC 14: 1d20+2 (with advantage) = 12.
Goliaths are acclimated to cold climates (Mountain Born).
 

Steve Gorak

Explorer
Thorbin nods in appreciation “Thank you for your help”, He then turn to Tallow “Farewell friend, may the gods of battle welcome your brave soul”.

With that, he thrusts his pike into the large fish man to make sure he is dead. He glances quickly to see if the creature is holding anything that could be of use, picks it up if there is, and moves to the deck. There, he looks at his brothers in arms and screams again in victory “Honor to our dead brothers, and glory to those that live another day!

As he moves about the deck, he thrusts his weapon into the fallen fish men, also checking for useful items.

It is quite apparent that the proud barbarian has no intention of putting his pike down, at least for the momemt
 


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