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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 348699" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>Against the Pirates</strong></p><p></p><p>Clambake hears the burst of sound and starts hurrying downslope, pausing just long enough to lay a spell of endurance on himself. Spukoni fires a lightning bolt at the orcs near him, shattering the image he’d presented of himself as stupid and goofy in a blaze of blue-white electricity. The smell of ozone burns the air as two of the orcs fall with cries of pain. The rest charge him since he’s closer (and less threatening looking) than Vito. Several cutlasses slice into him. The polymorphed Vito grunts, “I warned you,” as he moves to one of the fallen orcs and prepares to eat it. A shield emblazoned with a clam whizzes past him and smacks into one of the orcs, then whistles through the air back to the hand of Clambake. Meanwhile, Spukoni tumbles away from the onrushing pirates and to the side, where they’re all lined up for a perfect shot with another bolt. He lays them low with another blast, then glances out towards the ship: the rowboat is still tied up but he can hear voices, urgent now that the sounds of magic and death are reverberating across the beach.</p><p></p><p>Vito casts clairaudience and listens in on the ship, but it’s too late to hear much more than the sound of the rowboat dropping into the water and the voices of multiple orcs. “They’re coming,” he warns the party. Meanwhile Stone is gathering the sand they need- fine white sand that seems to be all up and down the cove. It’s definitely different from the sand on the rest of the island, which seems coarse and is mostly a kind of crappy brown color. Spukoni conjures an unseen servant and gives it a sack to help gather the sand as Krunkshank channels elemental power to perform some minor healing on him. Clambake manifests invisibility, fading from view. The group tenses, ready for a fight... and it’s upon them in moments as the orcish pirates near the shore, accompanied by a strange creature. Its grey-white flesh seems to churn like the mist, and it wears a fine captain’s hat. They’ve fought these things before, and they drain wisdom in perilous amounts!</p><p></p><p>But this time Krunkshank is ready, and even as the pirate rowboat slides the last few feet towards the beach he channels the power of fire and a wall of red-hot flames appears directly before the boat! The screams of orcs rise through the mist as the onrushing rowboat sails right into the wall, moving to quick to stop in time, and a few of the orcs jump over the side into the water... but more of them die a horrible burning death without even time to react. Vito blasts one of the survivors with a sound burst, stunning him and leaving him easy prey. As another of the orcs slogs towards shore, Spukoni once again takes advantage of the positioning to nail them both with a lightning bolt, then draws the wand of lightning bolts he just this morning took from Sith’s corpse.</p><p></p><p>But now the strange captain, its skin and hair shades of white and misty grey, breathes out a misty vapor, dulling the minds of the entire party (except Stone, who is out of range gathering the sand). The party starts to falter, but Krunkshank still has presence enough to blast the creature with a flame strike. Its eyes flash hatred as it starts to move towards him. But then the shield of Clambake whirls in from the side, smacking the creature in the head with brutal force.</p><p></p><p>A javelin seems to spring from the water as the last surviving orc pirate rises, but he falls with a strangled cry as Spukoni uses his wand, catching both captain and orc in the blast. The glumring captain seems to falter, but then charges forward at the eldritch master, its wicked claws extended in hatred. But as it moves forward, it fails to account for the reach a troll has- or in this case, a halfling polymorphed into a troll. Vito takes an attack of opportunity on it, and the blow strikes true, tearing out the monster’s throat.</p><p></p><p>Silence falls.</p><p></p><p>All the group’s enemies are down. There is no movement on the beach. It seems that they are victorious. It takes only a few moments to gather themselves up. Then the group buries the eggs given them by the giant and Clambake takes the hat from the dead pirate captain. “Arr,” he says, “I think I like this hat.”</p><p></p><p>“Now what?” asks Krunkshank. “How do we contact the giant?”</p><p></p><p>“Or should we take the ship?” Clambake asks back. His gaze wanders out to it. “There may at least be booty on it, arr.”</p><p></p><p>“Look!” Spukoni squeaks, a strange sound coming from someone who looks like a tough orc warrior (he hasn’t yet taken off the ring he wears to disguise himself). He’s pointing down the beach... and there appear to be more figures coming their way. But not orcs- it’s Bolfol and Turk! The party’s almost all together again!</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Next time: Checking out the ship, a new friend who knows where the Gloom comes from, and how do you contact that giant anyway, fisherman?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 348699, member: 1210"] [b]Against the Pirates[/b] Clambake hears the burst of sound and starts hurrying downslope, pausing just long enough to lay a spell of endurance on himself. Spukoni fires a lightning bolt at the orcs near him, shattering the image he’d presented of himself as stupid and goofy in a blaze of blue-white electricity. The smell of ozone burns the air as two of the orcs fall with cries of pain. The rest charge him since he’s closer (and less threatening looking) than Vito. Several cutlasses slice into him. The polymorphed Vito grunts, “I warned you,” as he moves to one of the fallen orcs and prepares to eat it. A shield emblazoned with a clam whizzes past him and smacks into one of the orcs, then whistles through the air back to the hand of Clambake. Meanwhile, Spukoni tumbles away from the onrushing pirates and to the side, where they’re all lined up for a perfect shot with another bolt. He lays them low with another blast, then glances out towards the ship: the rowboat is still tied up but he can hear voices, urgent now that the sounds of magic and death are reverberating across the beach. Vito casts clairaudience and listens in on the ship, but it’s too late to hear much more than the sound of the rowboat dropping into the water and the voices of multiple orcs. “They’re coming,” he warns the party. Meanwhile Stone is gathering the sand they need- fine white sand that seems to be all up and down the cove. It’s definitely different from the sand on the rest of the island, which seems coarse and is mostly a kind of crappy brown color. Spukoni conjures an unseen servant and gives it a sack to help gather the sand as Krunkshank channels elemental power to perform some minor healing on him. Clambake manifests invisibility, fading from view. The group tenses, ready for a fight... and it’s upon them in moments as the orcish pirates near the shore, accompanied by a strange creature. Its grey-white flesh seems to churn like the mist, and it wears a fine captain’s hat. They’ve fought these things before, and they drain wisdom in perilous amounts! But this time Krunkshank is ready, and even as the pirate rowboat slides the last few feet towards the beach he channels the power of fire and a wall of red-hot flames appears directly before the boat! The screams of orcs rise through the mist as the onrushing rowboat sails right into the wall, moving to quick to stop in time, and a few of the orcs jump over the side into the water... but more of them die a horrible burning death without even time to react. Vito blasts one of the survivors with a sound burst, stunning him and leaving him easy prey. As another of the orcs slogs towards shore, Spukoni once again takes advantage of the positioning to nail them both with a lightning bolt, then draws the wand of lightning bolts he just this morning took from Sith’s corpse. But now the strange captain, its skin and hair shades of white and misty grey, breathes out a misty vapor, dulling the minds of the entire party (except Stone, who is out of range gathering the sand). The party starts to falter, but Krunkshank still has presence enough to blast the creature with a flame strike. Its eyes flash hatred as it starts to move towards him. But then the shield of Clambake whirls in from the side, smacking the creature in the head with brutal force. A javelin seems to spring from the water as the last surviving orc pirate rises, but he falls with a strangled cry as Spukoni uses his wand, catching both captain and orc in the blast. The glumring captain seems to falter, but then charges forward at the eldritch master, its wicked claws extended in hatred. But as it moves forward, it fails to account for the reach a troll has- or in this case, a halfling polymorphed into a troll. Vito takes an attack of opportunity on it, and the blow strikes true, tearing out the monster’s throat. Silence falls. All the group’s enemies are down. There is no movement on the beach. It seems that they are victorious. It takes only a few moments to gather themselves up. Then the group buries the eggs given them by the giant and Clambake takes the hat from the dead pirate captain. “Arr,” he says, “I think I like this hat.” “Now what?” asks Krunkshank. “How do we contact the giant?” “Or should we take the ship?” Clambake asks back. His gaze wanders out to it. “There may at least be booty on it, arr.” “Look!” Spukoni squeaks, a strange sound coming from someone who looks like a tough orc warrior (he hasn’t yet taken off the ring he wears to disguise himself). He’s pointing down the beach... and there appear to be more figures coming their way. But not orcs- it’s Bolfol and Turk! The party’s almost all together again! Next time: Checking out the ship, a new friend who knows where the Gloom comes from, and how do you contact that giant anyway, fisherman? [/QUOTE]
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