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Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas

((By my count, we're up to 8 points of damage done to the first critter. He's still hanging in there, but he's not looking great. You'd definitely pick a different crab monster from the tank at the local seafood restaurant.))
I count 11 damage
Safari hit for 4 in round 1
Desiree hit for 1 in round 2
Desiree hit for 6 in round 3
 

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Maggan

Writer for CY_BORG, Forbidden Lands and Dragonbane
Safari grabs a smouldering plank from the bonfire, hurling it as forcefully as he can at the crab thing.

Thrown attack. d20 roll = 7 + 0, so he misses the attack.

Frustrated he howls at the starry night sky.
 

payn

I don't believe in the no-win scenario
Bautista looks intently at the dying crab and says, "Para as profundezas do inferno com sua fera!"

Attack
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Defend
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Damage
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Nikosandros

Golden Procrastinator
The parrot finds a solid piece of stone, he slowly maneuvers in position above the crab, carefully considers the wind and the humidity, drops the deadly load... and misses. [By one point, drats!]

He'll spend the next round looking for more "ammunition".
 

Desiree "The Leperchaun" Groves
HP: 11/14 Luck 0/2 (1d2);
Equipment: 2 portions of rum; 4 portions of water


Desiree drops the stick and the fire begins to fizzle in the sand. He takes his harpoon in both hands and brings it down on the crab.

"HIYAAH"

But, just as he swings down, the light goes out and the harpoon misses and impales itself into the sand.


OMG. I also missed. (3)

I succeeded at my defense (18)
 

Whizbang Dustyboots

Gnometown Hero
Bautista's blow is followed a moment later by a rock dropped from above. That's enough -- the crab cracks fully open and luminescent green goo oozes out.

Knives screeches in panicked exhilaration as the pincers around his ankle release and he slithers back towards the fire, minus a severed foot that remains behind with the crab creature.
 

Desiree "The Leperchaun" Groves
HP: 11/14 Luck 0/2 (1d2);
Equipment: 2 portions of rum; 4 portions of water


Desiree rustles through the boy's bag.

"Now's as good a time as ever to start drinking. It'll numb the pain a bit. We'll pour a bit on yer stump to clean out the wound."

He sticks the end of his harpoon into the fire

"We'll have to cauterize it"


We all got 2 portions of whiskey so I'll help the kid have some.

I don't know if there's some kind of medicine skill or whatever.
 

Whizbang Dustyboots

Gnometown Hero
((Unless one of you has a surgeon background -- real life pirates used to seize ships with the intention of kidnapping their doctors for their own crews -- nope.))

"Wh-what are you doing?" Knives screeches.

At the edge of the firelight, the spider-things' eyes glitter as they watch.

((Go ahead and roll a DR8 Toughness check, @TaranTheWanderer, so see if you can get the drink down Knives' throat and heal him.))
 

((I got a 13. Ok, I wasn't sure how it worked))

Desiree manages to hold the boy's nose and force some booze into him.

"Stop bein' such a baby, boy!"

Once the kid stops sputtering,

"Fine then, I won't touch yer goddamned leg but you best wrap it up, lest it get fulla sand an' maggots."
 

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