[sblock=Results]No one saw the nondescript man (did someone call him "Dox" once? Hard to say.) in the initial chaos. But just before the ship was to run aground, there was an indistinct blur running straight down the length of the ship—twirling over coils of rope, sliding under swinging ship-irons—until right at the moment of impact he was airborne, diving for the ground below. He seemed almost to hang in the air...
Acrobatics 29 (SUCCESS)
"Have faith!" Tarkus yells. "Faith will protect us!" He remains standing straight and tall, legs apart to keep his balance, pointing one outspread hand into the sky to maintain the barrier as the deck begins to slope precipitously beneath his feet. He never flinches as the ship reaches the crest of a wave and he begins to ride it down, down towards the rocks below...
Religion (1d20+8=18) (SUCCESS)
Martelai, standing close to the prow of the ship, frowns as he's want to do when thinking. He runs forward toward the very tip of the ship and grabs the railing, looking out toward the shore.
As the ship closes in his form blurs and becomes transparent, while his shadow self appears on the shore.
In few moments, just as the sound of the ship grating on the bottom starts, he blinks out of the world, appearing at the very edge of the water where his shadow stood and blinks again aside as the ship keeps coming in.
Streetwise 20 (SUCCESS)
Earth moves ponderously, standing by Tarkus and Brenwar and bracing himself for the impact.
"Squeeshy man, come behind. Earth protects you."
Endurance 21 (SUCCESS)
Cyr moves closer and stands behind Earth, holding himself on the beast and supporting with his staff. His recollection of few times he was shipwrecked in his lives don't offer anything useful on how he could survive this. (Nat 1)
History 15 (FAILURE - BY ONE!)
Brenwar still glowing with the radiant light from moments before stands by Tarkus. Brenwar places a hand over his holy symbol and prays,
"Palladys in your wisdom please protect your servant and his allies, lend us your aegis in our time of need." He braces against the mast as the ship goes toward the rocks.
Religion 23 (SUCCESS)
*Kauldron sighs and watches the ship rush towards the shoreline. Still dripping wet from his nice cold refreshing dip in the water.*
Damn I need a smoke.
*He reaches into his cigar box that lay strapped to his leg. Pulling out a fresh cigar. He snaps his fingers together and a burst of flame rolls across his finger tips. He lights his cigar and puffs away. With a relaxed sigh, waving off the flame upon his fingers.*
Guess things could be worse.
*He grinned and chuckled to himself as he slung his shield back upon his back. The small ironclad goblin was quick even in his heavy suit of
plate. He dashed across the deck of the ship as it ran aground. Leaping over people and debris alike. He used the ropes of the toppling mast to swing himself to safety, along with quick climbs, dashes and various leaps out of harms way.*
Athletics 32 (SUCCESS)
| GM: | Unless anyone has a way of increasing Cyr's History check by 1 with an out of turn action, he'll take damage equal to his surge value
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The ship hits the ice about twenty feet from the shore with a sickening crunch. Splinters of wood are thrown into the air as are some of the crew and yourselves. You manage to swim over to the sheet of ice where you finally have a moment to catch your breath. Adrenaline keeps you from feeling the cold, or your wounds. Moments later, the rest of the crew emerges from the man-sized hole in the ship carrying blankets to keep everyone warm.
Fittingly, the captain is the last to leave his ship. He carries a whaling harpoon in his hand.
"It's a shame that things haven't gone so smoothly for you... or us either. I wish I could have done more during the battle, but I did have my ship to look after. It seems like this thing isn't going to do anyone a bit of good if I keep it locked up... You ever been whaling? Well, neither have I. This isn't actually a whaling harpoon. It was used for hunting sea drakes. It helped us pull them from the sky. I think it's something that could prove to be more valuable to you than me. I still have the memories."
Aramais hands over the spear.
| GM: | Treasure: Skyrender Javelin +2 |
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"Aramais then looks at the hole in his ship. Don't you worry about that. I'll get to work on fixing it when you do your job on that island. .. But perhaps I could convince you to have some lunch. A bit of Ambrose's stew will warm you right up."
He then looks over at the abishai carcass floating nearby.
"Henri have some boys take that thing to Ambrose, see what he can whip up with it."
The crew looks mortified at the thought of eating such a creature.
"We aren't gonna eat it! Honestly. they think I'm going to get them killed for some reason. No sense of adventure. See Ambrose isn't just the cook, he's an alchemist. I figure that beast was so charged with thunder and lightning that he might be able to make something out of it."
"So what do you say, lunch sound good?"
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