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

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Øyvind attempted to ease the sling of barrels to a stop but, being somewhat unfamiliar with the controls, he overcorrected the movement of the crane, reversing it back too quickly and sent the sling arcing skyward, watching aghast as a number of barrels of fuel tumbled off the pallette and down towards the burning shed.
The first drum bounced over the peak of the shed, away from the ship, but the second crashed right through the roof and apparently broke open as a moment later, fire erupted through the hole in the roof and windows shattered outward from the roaring fireball.

Meanwhile, the sling of remaining barrels stopped its upwards motion high over the blaze and a third barrel dropped off, seeming to tumble downwards in slow motion, just before the cargo began it's pendular swing back towards the ship.

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Taokanf said:
Camille's eyes widened in horror as they landed on Øyvind's bungling attempts to use the winch. "Merde!" He'll break it at this rate!

The open bum flap on her pajamas flapped in the breeze, giving a lovely view of her behind as she elbowed her way through the chaotic mess toward the winch, stumbling in her haste and shouting, "Make way! Make way, damn you!"
Camille rounded the aftercastle corner and saw Starkweather, Martin, George, and some priest wrestling with a fire hose, then looked upwards and saw the crane swinging back towards the ship. The load of fuel barrels at the end of the winch's cable, high over the burning pier, was now beginning its downward descent.

A barrel caromed off the shed roof, dented by the impact and now spraying fuel oil in its tumbling arc, then slammed onto the dock and its lid broke free. Fuel splashed over the dock, the nearby rail car, and down towards the water. A heartbeat later, flames raced across the docks and leapt towards the U.S.S. Gabrielle, and Camille.

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Morpheus

Exploring Ptolus
Job said:
Camille rounded the aftercastle corner and saw Starkweather, Martin, George, and some priest wrestling with a fire hose, then looked upwards and saw the crane swinging back towards the ship. The load of fuel barrels at the end of the winch's cable, high over the burning pier, was now beginning its downward descent.

A barrel caromed off the shed roof, dented by the impact and now spraying fuel oil in its tumbling arc, then slammed onto the dock and its lid broke free. Fuel splashed over the dock, the nearby rail car, and down towards the water. A heartbeat later, flames raced across the docks and leapt towards the U.S.S. Gabrielle, and Camille.

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Job (the tortured one).

Letting go and dodging the hose, Martin scrambles across the deck towards Camille.
OOC: I will try and grab Camille and move her to safety-diving into the water with her if necessary.
 

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William Moore dashed across the main deck towards the gangway to assess the situation. He saw that the center of the pier shed was fully engulfed and that the north end of the pier shed was also now ablaze. Then...

...he heard music! "What madness is this?", he thought.

Moore then looked to see if the fire hoses were being brought out, and was somewhat relieved to see that James and Martin LeBlanc and George Barrow were starting to bring one to bear. They had curiously hosed down the main deck, probably as a precaution. And then he spied...

...bare buttocks. And an explosion. And a flash of white.

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Morpheus said:
Gathering himself from his first misfortune with the hose, Martin tries again.
Str and Dex Checks (Str 2 + 0 = 2 and Dex 17 + 3 =20)
Drowned Hero said:
Str and Dex (1d20=5, 1d20=4)
Strahd_Von_Zahrovich said:
Father Rucker picks up the hose and holds it firmly, his legs rooted to the deck.

Str and Dex for the hose (1d20+1=19, 1d20+3=22) wow, those are good results.

James made another attempt to aim the fire hose and wrestled mightily, but was off the mark and water flew at the winch controls, pounding the metal siding and Øyvind. [sblock=Results and Instructions]James Starkweather's second attempt at aiming the hose = 9

OOC -Øyvind, please make a d20 Reflex saving throw to avoid taking the full impact of the water.[/sblock]
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.

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Job

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Morpheus said:
Letting go and dodging the hose, Martin scrambles across the deck towards Camille.
OOC: I will try and grab Camille and move her to safety-diving into the water with her if necessary.
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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Drowned Hero said:
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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Morpheus

Exploring Ptolus
Job said:
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!
 

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Job said:
...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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Morpheus said:
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

Exploring Ptolus
Job said:
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

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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!"
 

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Taokanf said:
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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Drowned Hero

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Øyvind Raknes Sled Driver

Taokanf said:
"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)
 

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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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