The Seas of Blood - The Price of Fame (Chapter One)

[Fenris]

With little thought in his mind but to escape, Bart tries to make sure that the dead won't be following him. He hurls a piece of porkfat from his spell component pouch at where he remembers the dead being and stammers out the arcane words of a Grease spell.

"Don't throw them chum man, they'll only get the taste of blood!" Shouts Trav'nul.

OOC:[sblock] I am assuming that my darkvision cannot see through the cloud, if I can please let me know [/sblock]

Trav'nul sizes up the situation and decides that a flanking move is in order to get behind the cloud so he can see. He turns to Bart "Bart, I am going to try to get behind them, can you use that thing?" he says nodding towards the cutlass in Bart's hand. With Bart's affirmative nod, Trav'nul winds up for a prodigious leap, trying to leap over the cloud and scurvy dogs.

OOC:
Phoenix:
[sblock] grumble, grumble undead everywhere I turn So Jump check is +10 but that doesn't factor in my speed so it's truly a +14. And yes this will be a standing longjump. I assume that since you said they stepped forward and then stepped back they are relatively close and this is feasible, stupid maybe, but feasible.[/sblock]

 

[Phoenix]

While Lukda is briefly tempted to enter the 'deepe sea diving', with all the advantages at her disposal, she concludes that in all likelihood there are prohibitions against the use of magic to improve one's chances.

Her regret is brief, however, as two more words blaze in her eyes from the page.

Fashion show.

Not just an excuse to dress up in her fanciest, flounciest, fluffiest dresses, but a chance to win a prize for them in front of hundreds of people!

With a distinct skip in her step, Lukda bids her new friends a fond farewell and sets off back along the dockside to where the ship is berthed, mentally cataloguing the contents of her seachest.

With the day still young for the lovely Lukda, it seems to take her very little time at all to skip back to the Moon Goddess. Several crewmen are still on board, guarding the ship's haul, but Swoops and many of the others are still nowhere to be seen. With the afternoon ahead of her, and a trunk load of clothes to choose from, the challenge that loomed before Lukda seemed larger than any 1,000,000gp wager...

 

[Bront]

[sblock]OOC1: Figure that one out yerself cobber (as if the GM would slip like that)
OOC2: Gather Information check (DC 15) +20 - Success[/sblock]

Wandering back to the ship the mention of Swoop's name still haunts the Captain for some reason...did he mention it to her by mistake? Dropping into a few taverns, merchant houses and markets on the way back, little information is available before the arrival of an old friend.
The old friend aside, it seems that the availablilty of a Yellow Lotus is the sole domain of the Sisterhood for some reason, the flower is not sold anywhere on the island.

But before Swoops could enquire anymore, an old friend ran from a crowd, leaping upon the captain and gibbering madly, then again Captain Smith never could really communicate that well. He was excited about something, pulling at Swoop's shirt to get him to follow for some reason...

"Good to see you Captain, I'm coming." He says as he follows the irate monkey.

 

[Phoenix]

With little thought in his mind but to escape, Bart tries to make sure that the dead won't be following him. He hurls a piece of porkfat from his spell component pouch at where he remembers the dead being and stammers out the arcane words of a Grease spell.

"Don't throw them chum man, they'll only get the taste of blood!" Shouts Trav'nul.

OOC:[sblock] I am assuming that my darkvision cannot see through the cloud, if I can please let me know [/sblock]

Trav'nul sizes up the situation and decides that a flanking move is in order to get behind the cloud so he can see. He turns to Bart "Bart, I am going to try to get behind them, can you use that thing?" he says nodding towards the cutlass in Bart's hand. With Bart's affirmative nod, Trav'nul winds up for a prodigious leap, trying to leap over the cloud and scurvy dogs.

OOC:
Phoenix:
[sblock] grumble, grumble undead everywhere I turn So Jump check is +10 but that doesn't factor in my speed so it's truly a +14. And yes this will be a standing longjump. I assume that since you said they stepped forward and then stepped back they are relatively close and this is feasible, stupid maybe, but feasible.[/sblock]

[sblock]Undead Sailors Reflex save (DC 15) +12 - Failure
Trav'nul Jump check (DC variable) +25 - Success (13ft)
Trav'nul Reflex save (DC 15) +10 - Failure[/sblock]

In the darkness that seems to encompass the docks (darkness which even Trav'nul's eyes cannot seem to pierce), Bart's magical entoning seems to ring above the grating, spewing noises made by the creatures assaulting them. In the darkness Trav'nul leaps blindly, past where he knows the creatures to be, but his feet catch awkward ground, slipping and sliding he falls to the ground, blind, and vulnerable.

 

[Fenris]

Trav'nul sits up with a groan. "Good jump" he thought, "but I need to work on my landings. OK easy now" and Trav'nul slowly and carefully stands up. "Alright, now to find those lubbers" and he starts to wind up but then Bart pops into his mind. "Hmmm what if Bart managed to get in front of those sea-demons? Nah there was still a good bit of plank between them"

So Trav'nul advances slowly, trying to maintain his footing on the slippery dock, swinging his axe back and forth in a wide, flat arc, almost like a lumberjack. But he was looking for something other than trees to fell. To get his bearings he calls out to Bart "Bart, you still doing OK?" half to ensure the bard is OK and partly to help gain his bearings.

 

[IcyCool]

Seeing the half-orc wind up for a leap, Bart shouts out too late, "No! Wait!" He winces as he hears Trav'nul slip and fall with a crash in the cloud. "Trav'nul, lad, are ye allroight?" Bart says as he hesitantly inches towards the cloud of darkness, sword at the ready. Hearing Trav'nul shout out, Bart says, "O'er here lad!" Reaching a point where he thought one of the creatures was at, he strikes out, hoping to impale it.

[sblock]Bart will move up in front of where he last remembers one of the undead being, and then attack.

Cold Iron Shortsword, +9 to hit, 1d6 damage.[/sblock]

 

[Phoenix]

Seeing the half-orc wind up for a leap, Bart shouts out too late, "No! Wait!" He winces as he hears Trav'nul slip and fall with a crash in the cloud. "Trav'nul, lad, are ye allroight?" Bart says as he hesitantly inches towards the cloud of darkness, sword at the ready. Hearing Trav'nul shout out, Bart says, "O'er here lad!" Reaching a point where he thought one of the creatures was at, he strikes out, hoping to impale it.

[sblock]Bart will move up in front of where he last remembers one of the undead being, and then attack.

Cold Iron Shortsword, +9 to hit, 1d6 damage.[/sblock]

[sblock]Bart Balance check (DC 10) +11 - Success
Bart attack roll (Undead - AC hidden) +22 - Hit
Concealment miss chance (50%) +87% - Failure
Bart damage roll - 5pts
Trav'nul Balance check (DC 10) +14 - Success
Trav'nul attack roll (Undead - AC hidden) +22 - Hit
Concealment miss chance (50%) +96% - Failure
Trav'nul damage roll - 12pts
Undead Sailor attack rolls (Bart and Trav'nul AC 20-22) +26/+28 - Hit/Hit
Undead Sailor damage rolls (Bart) - 12pts (Trav'nul) - 5pts
Bart Intelligence check (DC 7) +4 - Failure
Trav'nul Intelligence check (DC 7) +6 - Failure[/sblock]

The two men wade into the frey, their weapons slashing and hacking, intent on disposing of the undead menace that threatens them. In the darkness the sailors blades swing true, biting into the flesh of the creatures with ease, allowing them to hear the satifying grunts of pain from them as their blades hit home, but not without cost. In the darkness the creature's weapons also flash back, slicing across their bodies and returning the pain caused.

 

[IcyCool]

Bart tries to weave a song, but it only comes out as a frightened croak. Instead, he lashes out again with two quick thrusts to what he thinks is the midsection of one of the soldiers.

[sblock]Cold Iron Shortsword +9/+4[/sblock]

 

[Fenris]

Trav'nul growls a gutteral curse in Orkish. 'This is getting me nowhere' he thinks. 'If even my eyes can't pierce this foul fog, how can I fight?' With a sudden epiphany, the big half-orc replaces the axe on his back, cracks his knuckles and wades intot he fray with bare hands looking to find a body.

Phoenix:
[sblock] Trav'nul will try to find a body, and then grapple, Improved Grapple no AOO, +4 to grapple rolls, of course I am blind though. If he does grapple he will attempt to drag whomever it is back out onto the docks where he can see before destroying them. [/sblock]

 

[Phoenix]

[sblock]Bart Balance check (DC 10) +9 - Failure
Bart attack roll (Undead - AC hidden) +16 - Critical Threat
Bart Critical Threat Confirmation (AC hidden) +10 - Miss
Concealment miss chance (50%) +60% - Failure
Bart damage roll - 6pts (11pts total)
Trav'nul Balance check (DC 10) +25 - Success
Trav'nul attack roll (Undead - AC hidden) +27 - Hit
Concealment miss chance (50%) +72% - Failure
Trav'nul grapple check (DC 14) +22 - Success
Undead Sailor attack rolls (Bart and Trav'nul AC 20-22) +26/+28 - Hit/Hit
Undead Sailor damage rolls (Bart) - 0pts (Trav'nul) - 6pts
Bart Intelligence check (DC 7) +13 - Success
Trav'nul Intelligence check (DC 7) +12 - Success[/sblock]

Bart's footing couldn't last long, he had run into his own enchantment and found himself crashing to the ground. His sword lashed out once though, biting deep into the creature that attacked him, but the undead claws of the creature reached out through the darkness and grabbed him tight.

It was then that Bart, and Trav'nul, realized that there was something wrong. To the touch, the undead creature that they were grappling with was feeling rather...alive. With several grunts and swearing passing between the two, it didn't take much to realize that the undead sailors weren't attacking them, they were attacking each other!