[D20 CoC] Mountains of Madness - Chap 4: Departure; Recruiting Alternate Players

[Job]

Reflex (1d20+3=11)

Øyvind crouched and scrambled, narrowly avoiding the full blast of the fire hose, but was lashed by a stinging spray to the side of his face and upper chest. He was able to remain on his feet and quickly stood to survey the scene.

Commander Starkweather and a small team of men now were gaining control of that hose, but his sling of barrels was now swinging down and towards the ship! Øyvind knew that he'd only have one final attempt to correct the motion of the payload of barrels...

[OOC - Drowned Hero, please make another Operate Heavy Machinery roll...]

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Job (the tortured one).

 

[Morpheus]

Martin raced to the area where Camille stood and arrived a spit second before the wave of flaming oil rolled across the deck and engulfed the area, blocking all view of the two explorers.

[OOC - I assume that Camille will accept Martin's grapple (considering the situation), thus Martin must only make one Reflex save for the both of them]

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Job (the tortured one).

Here it is: Reflex Save for Martin and Camille (1d20+7=22) Huzzah!

 

[Job]

...Finally, with the additional weight and strength of both the scientist and the priest applied to the fire hose, it's struggles diminish and the commander is able to direct the water towards the conflagration on the pier.

Directly opposite the deck from Øyvind, the better-aimed jet of water from Starkweather's team pushed the flames away from the edge of the ship and drove the blaze on the pier to cower backwards with a hiss.

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Job (the tortured one).

 

[Job]

Here it is: Reflex Save for Martin and Camille (1d20+7=22) Huzzah!

in midstride, Martin leapt before the onrushing inferno to drive Camille from her feet while twisting to shield them from the flaming spray with his back. Martin felt an acute searing pain along his neck and the back of his head then both individuals crashed to the deck and slid roughly into the metal barrier on the edge of the ship, jolting them apart.

Camille seemed fine, immediately sitting up to see Martin slumped beside the deck rail, his face turned towards her and framed with flaming hair, his shirt nearly burned away from his blackened shoulders.

Martin himself dreamt.

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Job (the tortured one).

 

[Morpheus]

in midstride, Martin leapt before the onrushing inferno to drive Camille from her feet while twisting to shield them from the flaming spray with his back. Martin felt an acute searing pain along his neck and the back of his head then both individuals crashed to the deck and slid roughly into the metal barrier on the edge of the ship, jolting them apart.

Camille seemed fine, immediately sitting up to see Martin slumped beside the deck rail, his face turned towards her and framed with flaming hair, his shirt nearly burned away from his blackened shoulders.

Martin himself dreamt.

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Job (the tortured one).

Yikes...

 

[Taokanf]

Camille howled a curse and scrambled to Martin's side, slapping madly at his flaming locks, smothering them beneath her longjohn sleeves. "Fool," she muttered breathlessly. Not that she didn't appreciate it -she did- but there must be subtler ways to sweep a girl off her feet.

She looked toward the crane once Martin's hair was no longer in danger of going up like a birthday candle, and knew at once that there was no possible way that she could get there in time now. Damnation. Now what the blazes was the name of that impromptu crane operator...? "Øyvind!" She shouted, pitching her voice to cut through the din, "feather the stick in the other direction! Tap it! You're going the wrong way!"

 

[Job]

Camille howled a curse and scrambled to Martin's side, slapping madly at his flaming locks, smothering them beneath her longjohn sleeves. "Fool," she muttered breathlessly. Not that she didn't appreciate it -she did- but there must be subtler ways to sweep a girl off her feet.

Professor Moore appeared at her side, kneeling, reaching over to lift Martin's eyelids. Martin's eyes were rolled upwards, unfocused.

"There's a hair's width separating a fool and a hero, Miss Bardier," said the professor as he looked back towards the aftercastle stairs and waved. "Enke! Olav! Get this man to the doc! Right Away!"

Moore then stood up and asked, ""Miss Bardier, would you please accompany Mr. LeBlanc to the sick bay? And speaking of fools, I'd appreciate it if you'd ensure that these dog handlers do NOT allow his head or neck to move."

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Job (the tortured one).

 

[Drowned Hero]

Øyvind Raknes Sled Driver

"Øyvind!" She shouted, pitching her voice to cut through the din, "feather the stick in the other direction! Tap it! You're going the wrong way!"

Øyvind hears Cammile scream over the roar of the flames and realises his error, he does not like that a woman is directing him but he understand that it would be just foolish not to do as she says. Øyvind starts to adjust as hes told.

Operate Heavy Machinery +2 (1d20 2=19)

 

[Job]

Just then, adding to the pandemonium around you, an awful rumble boomed from below, from within the belly of the ship, and the main deck quaked and vibrated below your feet...

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Job (the tortured one).

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Father Rucker

Virgin Mary, what was that?!?!
The Priest calls while holding the hose and maintaining his balance