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<blockquote data-quote="nonamazing" data-source="post: 1932346" data-attributes="member: 12118"><p><strong>From the fog: a mysterious foe!</strong></p><p></p><p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Gravan continues to bellow orders to his crew as the Soarwood craft gracefully drifts closer. A moment later, the wind changes direction, and a thick bank of fog settles across you, chilling you to the bone and making it impossible to see anything. For just a moment, all is silent.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Then you hear a "thunk", and then another--a sound like wood striking wood. Seconds later, you hear the rush of booted feet, and the fog finally begins to blow away.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The smaller ship has pulled alongside you, and two heavy black wooden planks have been tossed out to connect your ship to theirs. A small group of armored soldiers have taken advantage of the sudden fog to rush aboard--burly humans, they wear tabards over greenish tinted chainmail, and helmets with an odd half-faceplate. On their shields, and on the front of their tabard, is a stylized insignia of a green claw. They wave their flails menacingly, leering as Gravan's crew scuttle away in all directions.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Aboard the black ship are two more men, similarly dressed, carrying crossbows and flanking a smaller woman. The woman wears the same chainmail and tabard, but no helmet. Her long black hair is whipped about in the wind, and a green leather eyepatch covers her left eye. Her good eye is closed in concentration and she holds a glowing emerald in both hands.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Just behind the woman, you see a massive Warforged, nearly eight-feet tall, take a running start and leap from one ship to the other. It lands on the <em>Whale's Carcass</em> with a massive crash, splintering the wood beneath its feet with its sheer weight. It's left hand has been replaced with a devious-looking serrated waraxe, and in its right it carries a large metal shield. Its eyes have a slight greenish glow.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">After the Warforged lands, the woman puts away her gem and turns her attention to you, a disgusted expression on her face. "Augh! How can you possibly stand to sail in a ship that stinks like that? It smells like...it smells like...like..."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Like a dead whale, Miyris?", offers one of the crossbow-wielding soldiers helpfully.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Shut up," says the woman disdainfully, clouting the soldier across the back of the head. "It doesn't matter! Listen," she says, turning her attention back to you, "I just want to get this finished and over with so I can get away from this stench as quickly as possible. So just cooperate, and no one will get hurt and we'll all be happy, okay?"</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"W-wh-what do you, w-w-want?" cries Voddlegrok, "W-we don't have anything of v-value, mmm."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Oh, whatever! I'm not here to steal your jewelry or anything. Do I <em>look</em> like a common pirate to you? Hmm? I didn't think so. I just want one thing, and then we'll all be on our way." She looks away from Voddlegrok, sneering, and begins issuing commands. "Deadweight! Find the book, and hurry up! It's probably belowdecks. The rest of you, make sure none of these stinky people try anything funny!"</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Uhh, actually, Miyris, I don't think it's the <em>people</em> that stink, it's just the <em>boat</em>..," one of the flail-wielding soldiers says.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Oh, would you just SHUT UP!"</span></p><p></p><p>There are four enemy soldiers and a dangerous looking Warforged aboard your ship. The angry woman (who seems to be the leader), remains on the smaller ship, with two more soldiers. The men look competent but not particularly skilled (and a little on the dumb side) The odd gleam in their eyes may mean that they're under the effect of something (possibly magic or drugs). The Warforged looks positively scary.</p><p></p><p>I've updated the map in my earlier post to reflect everyone's current posistion (and the position of the invaders). The small 'o's on the maps are the soldiers, the 'W' is the warforged, and the 'L' is the enemy leader (Miyris) Initiative is as follows:</p><p></p><p>Karthak - 17</p><p>Quentin Voddlegrok - 16</p><p>Norderil - 15</p><p>Deadweight (the Warforged) - 15</p><p>Miyris (the leader) - 14</p><p>Mong - 9</p><p>Barandurr - 7</p><p>enemy soldiers - 4</p><p>Captain Gravan - 2</p><p>Toshanharath - 1</p><p></p><p>Current spell effects (known):</p><p><em>Bull's Strength</em> on Toshanharath (4 more minutes)</p><p><em>Mage Armor</em> on Karthak (5 more hours)</p><p><em>Shield</em> on Karthak (4 more minutes)</p><p></p><p>Quentin is going to faint (that's his standard response to most forms of danger). If no one stops it, the Warforged is just going to stomp down belowdecks to search for whatever this 'book' is.</p><p></p><p>[OOC] - I know a few people are still out of town/busy with holiday stuff, etc., so I'm going to give everyone plenty of time to respond to this one.[/OOC]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="nonamazing, post: 1932346, member: 12118"] [b]From the fog: a mysterious foe![/b] [INDENT][FONT=Arial]Gravan continues to bellow orders to his crew as the Soarwood craft gracefully drifts closer. A moment later, the wind changes direction, and a thick bank of fog settles across you, chilling you to the bone and making it impossible to see anything. For just a moment, all is silent. Then you hear a "thunk", and then another--a sound like wood striking wood. Seconds later, you hear the rush of booted feet, and the fog finally begins to blow away. The smaller ship has pulled alongside you, and two heavy black wooden planks have been tossed out to connect your ship to theirs. A small group of armored soldiers have taken advantage of the sudden fog to rush aboard--burly humans, they wear tabards over greenish tinted chainmail, and helmets with an odd half-faceplate. On their shields, and on the front of their tabard, is a stylized insignia of a green claw. They wave their flails menacingly, leering as Gravan's crew scuttle away in all directions. Aboard the black ship are two more men, similarly dressed, carrying crossbows and flanking a smaller woman. The woman wears the same chainmail and tabard, but no helmet. Her long black hair is whipped about in the wind, and a green leather eyepatch covers her left eye. Her good eye is closed in concentration and she holds a glowing emerald in both hands. Just behind the woman, you see a massive Warforged, nearly eight-feet tall, take a running start and leap from one ship to the other. It lands on the [I]Whale's Carcass[/I] with a massive crash, splintering the wood beneath its feet with its sheer weight. It's left hand has been replaced with a devious-looking serrated waraxe, and in its right it carries a large metal shield. Its eyes have a slight greenish glow. After the Warforged lands, the woman puts away her gem and turns her attention to you, a disgusted expression on her face. "Augh! How can you possibly stand to sail in a ship that stinks like that? It smells like...it smells like...like..." "Like a dead whale, Miyris?", offers one of the crossbow-wielding soldiers helpfully. "Shut up," says the woman disdainfully, clouting the soldier across the back of the head. "It doesn't matter! Listen," she says, turning her attention back to you, "I just want to get this finished and over with so I can get away from this stench as quickly as possible. So just cooperate, and no one will get hurt and we'll all be happy, okay?" "W-wh-what do you, w-w-want?" cries Voddlegrok, "W-we don't have anything of v-value, mmm." "Oh, whatever! I'm not here to steal your jewelry or anything. Do I [I]look[/I] like a common pirate to you? Hmm? I didn't think so. I just want one thing, and then we'll all be on our way." She looks away from Voddlegrok, sneering, and begins issuing commands. "Deadweight! Find the book, and hurry up! It's probably belowdecks. The rest of you, make sure none of these stinky people try anything funny!" "Uhh, actually, Miyris, I don't think it's the [I]people[/I] that stink, it's just the [I]boat[/I]..," one of the flail-wielding soldiers says. "Oh, would you just SHUT UP!"[/FONT][/INDENT] There are four enemy soldiers and a dangerous looking Warforged aboard your ship. The angry woman (who seems to be the leader), remains on the smaller ship, with two more soldiers. The men look competent but not particularly skilled (and a little on the dumb side) The odd gleam in their eyes may mean that they're under the effect of something (possibly magic or drugs). The Warforged looks positively scary. I've updated the map in my earlier post to reflect everyone's current posistion (and the position of the invaders). The small 'o's on the maps are the soldiers, the 'W' is the warforged, and the 'L' is the enemy leader (Miyris) Initiative is as follows: Karthak - 17 Quentin Voddlegrok - 16 Norderil - 15 Deadweight (the Warforged) - 15 Miyris (the leader) - 14 Mong - 9 Barandurr - 7 enemy soldiers - 4 Captain Gravan - 2 Toshanharath - 1 Current spell effects (known): [I]Bull's Strength[/I] on Toshanharath (4 more minutes) [I]Mage Armor[/I] on Karthak (5 more hours) [I]Shield[/I] on Karthak (4 more minutes) Quentin is going to faint (that's his standard response to most forms of danger). If no one stops it, the Warforged is just going to stomp down belowdecks to search for whatever this 'book' is. [OOC] - I know a few people are still out of town/busy with holiday stuff, etc., so I'm going to give everyone plenty of time to respond to this one.[/OOC] [/QUOTE]
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