A Siege of Ogres part 8

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mmartin_10 mmartin_10 October 25, 2015
Skid, did you let Nitram cast hunter’s mark last round (I’m going to act like you did)? I’m reposting.

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 October 25, 2015
Seeing that his arrows had no effect on the elemental, Nitram stowed his bow as he watched the airship take a fireball and fly directly at the large elemental. Since his target was within range, Nitram urged Serre to close with the fiend move to AM74 and drew Kinslayer. As they neared the fiery foe, they could feel the het emanating from it. Pushing through the ranger struck out with his greatsword while Serre attacked with his large talons and sharp beak.

Nitram should have 2 attacks, with hunter’s mark bonus. any attacks against either will be directed at Nitram (per the mounted combatant feat). I’m assuming the area affect will still apply to Serre and Nitram.
I’m not sure how the 5e works with a griffon. Previous edition had rake (claws), talon, bite, and pounce, but I’m pretty sure the rake only worked if the target was in the grasp of the talons. and I don’t remember what we did for pounce, but I’m not sure if that would work in this situation. I thought he could attack with talons and beak every turn. Let me know what we want to do – right now, whatever can cause the most damage.
Per the PH, “An independent mount retains its place in the initiative order. Bearing a rider puts no restrictions on the actions the mount can take, and it moves and acts as it wishes. It might flee from combat, rush to attack and devour a badly injured foe, or otherwise act against your wishes.” BL: we need to bring Serre’s character sheet into 5e.

SkidAce SkidAce October 25, 2015
Nitram’s first blow, propelled by the momentum of his attack, cleaved through the plate mail like hide of Trogdor’s flank. (Att 19, 23 damage). His second swing with Kinslayer however, glanced of the creature’s skin with a flaring of sparks like a hammer on an anvil. (Att 13, miss)

This close the heat pouring off Trogdor was intense, and as Nitram struck he could feel it sapping his vitality and crisping the hair on his head. (8 damage) Nitram heard the scream of the griffon resounding in his ears as Serre lashed into the fray with a snapping beak and a swiping talon. (Att 21, 24, 28 damage) Nitram could also see the feathers and fur on the flank of the griffon flare and singe from the intense heat. (10 damage)

There was a rushing sound as the rapidly approaching Lioszephy dove to engage Trogdor. Across the battle field, resounding words of ancient elven power resounded ominously from the helm of the ship. A blurring field of magical energy began to appear around Trogdor, almost like a hole in the world, gleaming with violet and flashing yellow power. Trogdor began to rage in fiery fury as its form began to be outlined in the coruscating energy and fade. With a bestial roar that overwhelmed the ancient elven words of power, and deafened momentarily all upon the battlefield, Trogdor forced his way back out of the energies, which then faded to tatters around him. (Trogdor saved)

(Round 2, Blend init, then Trogdor)

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the_app the_app October 25, 2015
Rumil, coming out of his rage fueled trance, realized that this creature would be far more formidable than his meager command of his newly found powers would allow. He knew that his celestial fore-bearers commanded such creatures through their presence alone – something Rumil obviously still lacked. Something he would remedy if he survived this battle.

With the Trogdor still present, he turned the ship slightly starboard to sail past the creature, while affording his men and golems the opportunity to fire upon the creature. He shouted to the crew to ready themselves and hoped that Frederick could aid those that were wounded or rain more of his art onto the foul beast.

Rumil, however, was not finished, not yet. His blood still boiled and the energy in him wanted to be satiated. He knew not if it was his god – Corellon – or the celestials that served as his guardians, but something gave him the energy to attempt to send this creature back to the pit it crawled out of (burn 4 SPs to create another lvl 4 spell slot – bonus action at end of my turn)

His crew mates would do their business as they passed…and before it was over – Rumil would again call upon the old language…

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 October 25, 2015
he has a lot of hit points. We’ve done about 110, which looks like between 25-30%. Keep those ballistae coming.

xLucix xLucix October 25, 2015
I can hit Trogdor with another lightning strike, right? Or am I too far out?

AFCop AFCop October 26, 2015
Blend gritted his teeth and pressed ahead as fast as he possibly could, his images flashing and flickering around him. He drew his hood over his head and invoked the power of his cloak, causing his form to become blurry.

Bonus action to dash, move 110 ft, action to use cloak and cast Blur.

SkidAce SkidAce October 26, 2015
(you can hit Trogdor as long as he is within 120’ of the lightning bolt symbol, which he just is.)

xLucix xLucix October 26, 2015
Yay! More lightning bolts!

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Date:Mon, Oct 26, 2015 at 2:12 PM
Subject:[Unconquered Kingdoms] Forum topic updated ‘Main Adventure Arc’

SkidAce SkidAce October 26, 2015
(Nice use of sorcerer abilities there Steve, impressive.)

The starboard and front ballistas fired while the _Lioszephyr was still pointed directly at the creature. Several of the elven scouts, not having seen Nitran’s launch of arrows at the elemental fiend, futilely fired at Trogdor when the ship sailed abreast, as did the port ballista. Ballistas Att 9, 24, 13, damage15)

elven_archer_by_phicek-d7l46rp.jpgTo everyone’s astonishment, a lone elven scout, her hair flying madly in the wind, spoke a single syllable, “grève”, and her arrow glowed a faint green and struck Trogdor in its cheek, lacerating its armor like hide. (damage 5)

Blend had made it to the area of storm called fury created by Frederick, and could see the large form of Trogdor in combat with his friends and the Lioszephyr . He knew, if he continued his unnatural pace, he would soon join the fray.

The grass and bushes under Nitram’s feet and surrounding Trogdor began to charr and smoke, bursting into flame the longer the creature paused to combat its foes. Once again the intense heat and flicker flame sapped both Nitram and Serre’s endurance, driving rivulets of sweat down their forms that almost immediately evaporated from the heat. (Nitram 10 damage, Serre 8 damage)

Trogdor swung its single massive arm at Nitram, hitting the ground and splintering rocks as the human like fist slammed into the ground right next to Nitram. Lunging forward, Trogor also snapped its toothy maw at its foe, nearly puncturing the ranger’s shiny breastplate. (Att 26, 17 damage)

Round 2

Name Init Status
Serre/Nitram 24 bloodied
Rumil/Lioszephyr 17
Blend 15 dash
Trogdor 12 solo
Frederick 09

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the_app the_app October 26, 2015
(Thx, just hoping it works this time…)

Had Rumil not been completely consumed by the pulsating energy inside him that rhythmically matched the cadence of the ancient elvish words of power he was invoking, he would have certainly noticed the young scout. He may have even noticed that his two companions were far below, fighting the creature and suffering damage from the heat. Or that Frederick, a human fixated on a book, had brought about a storm of such power. But alas, Rumil saw only one thing – Trogdor. His hatred was focused on this creature – at this moment, Rumil knew no other target, no other concern, for the words coming from him were not siimply ancient and beyond his knowledge, they were an old prayer to Corellon…one sung by his angels and guardians to keep the realms apart and orderly. Trogdor may have resisted Rumil the once, but Rumil began to understand that he was but a conduit for Corellon…and his god wanted satisfaction. Failure was not an option.

xLucix xLucix October 27, 2015
Frederick grit his teeth, feeling the pressure of the lightning storm bearing down on him. He focused, and called the lightning down on Trogdor.

SkidAce SkidAce October 28, 2015
Perhaps distracted by the combat with the ranger and his fearsome griffon opponnent, Trogdor took the full brunt of Frederick’s called lightning. The brilliant flash cascaded down from the skies and arced across Trogdor’s form, blasting and scarring scorch marks across the creature’s hide. (failed save, damage 24)

(Round 3, Serre/Nitram, then Rumil/Lioszephyr)

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 October 28, 2015
Nitram let out a cry of frustration as the heat began to get to him. The emotion soon turned to rage and he urged Serre to remain in melee for one final attack. both attack Trogdor the same as last round before withdrawing from combat to recover from the heat. move to AL76 and dismount; both characters on the ground Once clear, the ranger sought the assistance of his sprite to help heal his burns. healing word on Nitram

SkidAce SkidAce October 28, 2015
The flames, and weight of Kinslayer began to weigh on even Nitrim’s prodigious strength. He made two quick strikes with the greatsword, the first scrapping futilely against Trogdor’s thick skin, and the second missing so disastrously that it cleaved a few feathers from one of Serre’s wings. (Att 12, 9f, misses)

Serre was not so distracted, and managed to claw into a tender area of Trogdor’s torso, before pulling back and swooping out of range. (Att 12, 25, damage 8) Trogdor’s massive fist caught Nitram on the shoulder as the duo retreated, almost knocking the ranger out of the saddle. (Att 26, damage 17)

Nitram was able to entreat the sprite within the amulet, and the green glow expanded to momentarily cover his form. (Healing Word, 5 hp healed.)

Round 3

Name Init Status
Serre/Nitram 24 bloodied
Rumil/Lioszephyr 17
Blend 15 dash
Trogdor 12 solo
Frederick 09

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the_app the_app October 28, 2015
Rumil’s rage fueled spell came to it’s natural conclusion – “BY CORELLON, I COMMAND YOU DEPART!” He ordered the men to fire one last time, hoping to distract the beast as the effect of the planar command took hold.

He had put his very soul into this spell. His body felt weak, his mind was jumbled with words he failed to comprehend, nor did he know how they go there. He felt a fading presence, as if another spirit had been guiding him during the casting. Was this his god or simply a product of the power in his blood? Questions for another time.

xLucix xLucix October 28, 2015
Frederick gave a hoarse chuckle.

“I know, someone try to set it on fire.” He chuckled again, wincing at the effort required to maintain the storm’s energy.

SkidAce SkidAce October 29, 2015
Again, a blurring field of magical energy began to appear around Trogdor, this time large enough and clear enough to see a sky with floating islands of fire drifting and smashing into each other behind the form of Trogdor. The gleaming yellow and purple aura molded itself to Trogdor, who began to fight and claw in an attempt to avoid the pull of the vortex. Alas for Trogdor, it was unable to resist the power of the spell wrought by Rumil, and soon its body was covered in a blanket of violet and yellow power that slowly pulled itself to the center of the point in space behind the creature. The flashing and shrinking power soon obscured the vision of the realm beyond, and as it finally shrunk down into a point of light and dissipated, the form of Trogdor was also gone. (Spell DC 14, Trogdor rolled a 1, failed)

SkidAce SkidAce October 29, 2015
Rumil knew he had to keep concentrating on the spell, any interruption before it was final could cause the monster beast to return to this land.

the_app the_app October 29, 2015
Rumil sighed in relief as the foul creature slipped, unwillingly into its home plane of existence. While his thoughts focused on keeping the creature there – at least he wasn’t performing the intricate rites of this newfound power any longer and could focus some of his effort on the wounded, the ship, and on ensuring the rest of the area was free from more raiders. He kept a wary eye on the sky and ordered half of the remaining elves to do the same, should a malevolent god choose this time to bring harpies raining down on him and his crew…

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 October 29, 2015
Awestruck, Nitram rubbed his eyes and pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dead and that the Trogdor was in fact gone. He looked around in an attempt to determine the source, hoping that the Trogdor didn’t disappear on its own. Sheathing Kinslayer, he guided Serre toward the Lioszephyr praying to Rillifane that someone on the ship was able to banish the elemental.

xLucix xLucix October 29, 2015
Frederick stopped channeling power into the storm, letting it dissipate on its own. He rubbed his eyes, exhausted at the expenditure of power, but quickly got to work assisting the injured however he could.

SkidAce SkidAce October 29, 2015
Rumil’s wary eye to the sky (Perception 18) allowed him to vaguely see the winged forms above the ship just before they struck. Five javelins struck the center of the helm deck, thudding their way across the deck planking towards Rumil. All of the javelins missed Rumil, however he saw the archer to his left skewered and nailed to the planking.

Frederick noticed the most attractive person he had ever seen hovering next to the ship. The winged angel beckoned Frederick to come towards its shining form, and sang the songs of eternal joy to encourage him. (Wisdom 8, failed) Several of the elves and one of the engineers dropped their weapons and prepared to follow Frederick. (elves had advantage, and Rumil saved with a 13)

The rest of the crew however were surprised by the aerial ranged assault, and Rumil was the only one able to react before they struck again.

(Rumil gets to act in first round, others in init can join at the second round. Blend, Nitram, Serre can use this round to maneuver as they see fit. _Lioszephy is only 50 feet above ground as it was previously on course to hit Trogdor.)

Round 1

Name Init Status
Blend 24
Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16
Frederick 9
Engineers 7
Scouts 4

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the_app the_app October 29, 2015
Rumil cursed the malevolent god who continued to hound him. He knew two thngs – his willpower alone was keeping Trog in its plane and battle had a tendancy to interfere with that.

While he hated it, he had no choice, he ordered the men to fight until the end, moved quickly to the stairs to go below, bringing forth his lord’s divine weapon (cast Spiritiual Weapon as bonus @ J25 unless closer harpy exists that I’m missing on map , doing 1d8+3 dmg upon succcessful hit) to fight in his stead, before bracing himself below for any foolish enough to venture in.

AFCop AFCop October 30, 2015
As the demon disappeared, Blend thought to himself what now? Then it became clear to him when the harpies appeared. Already at a full sprint, he shifted directions slightly and ran for the back of the airship. When he was just about underneath it, he de-materialized with the darkness and re-appeared on the back of the ship, where he made ready to deal with these news foes.

SkidAce SkidAce October 30, 2015
Rumil’s spiritual sword stabbed lengthwise into the torso of the harpy, grazing the creature and causing it to hover slightly as it continued to sing. (Att 19, 10 damage)

Three more javelins thudded into the deck and the stairs as Rumil moved away from the fight. One of the javelins gazed the channeler on the arm, but the pain was so slight that it was easy for Rumil to ignore. (Att 18, damage 2, DC 10 Con save, 15, success)

This close, Blend was momentarily fascinated by the harpy’s song, but he managed to shake it off. (Wis save 13)

Round 2

Name Init Status
Blend 24
Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16
Frederick 9
Engineers 7
Scouts 4

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the_app the_app October 30, 2015
(38/40HP, cover I assume, 3/10rds on conc?, advantage on conc checks – war caster)

Rumil, now safely below deck, pulled his thinblade and prepared to defend himself. He knew not how many would perish topside during his minute away, but he had a good guess how many would around the realms if Trog reappeared.

The flesh wound in his arm only served to taunt him. His instincts as a defender rushed through him when he was struck and it took considerable restraint to not seek the offender and punish it…by taking its life.

His lord’s spiritual blade (2/10 rds) continued to work at its target, focused only on ridding the world of any target deemed unworthy. It was little help to those under the harpies spell at the moment, but it would do.

Rumil still had a trick or two up his sleeve should any dare to enter. He just hoped those topside were as lucky – golems, sailors, and his kin, if focused, would surely overcome those blasted flying hags.

SkidAce SkidAce October 31, 2015
(Blend and Dast)

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 October 31, 2015
Nitram drew his bow as Serre sped toward the harpies. I’m assuming that since Trogdor is not dead, my hunter’s mark is still on him. Skid, did you do concentration checks when Nitram got hit? The ranger released his mark with the fire elemental and put it on the harpy closest to the airship before firing two arrows at it.

villakeep17 villakeep17 November 01, 2015
Dast draws his longsword and spear while yelling a battle cry before moving to attack the nearest harpy Twice with the sword in the dominant hand and once with the spear in the off hand. Not sure which character emblem is mine so I’m hoping that I can reach at least one harpy on the ship, unless they are flying.

SkidAce SkidAce November 01, 2015
(Your mark may have remained on him if you had kept concentrating. The harpies go before you do, but you can use the free round I gave you to pick a square to be in. Steve, I rolled a random die to see how many rounds you needed to concentrate remained. It came up a 3, so you have 2 left to maintain. Jonathan, you can be any where on the ship you like, I was using the dark haired guy with the blue background temporarily)

(Rumil Q23 in hold under Helm Deck, sadly, I have to adjudicate that you need to see the target to use a bonus action to command the spiritual weapon)

Rumil had made it into the cabin under the Helm Deck, and quickly disappeared as the door shut behind him. One of the deck hands, not familiar to the group, shout out loudly and rushed towards the only harpy that could be seen. Once he reached the side of the ship, he realized that javelin throwing harpies were still hidden above in the darkness, and the singing one was slightly above the ship, about 40 feet away.

(need Blend’s input.)

AFCop AFCop November 02, 2015
Can Blend only see one harpy? Are there any others in range?

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 November 02, 2015
I don’t see any squares, but Nitram will move to within 150’ of all the harpies and start firing arrows at the harpies above the deck.. He’ll cast hunter’s mark again on the harpy he shoots at first.

AFCop AFCop November 02, 2015
Blend managed to shake off the confusing effects of the harpy song, but realized that there were others around him that weren’t so fortunate. Blend shadow-stepped right next to the flying harpy while simultaneously striking out with Incarnhate, focusing his ki through the blade of the weapon in an attempt to stun the creature. He followed up by lashing out with a hand and leg, attempting to grab onto the harpy, hoping that his assault would disrupt the effects of its charming song.

Bonus action to shadowstep, attack action, + 10 to hit w/ advantage, 1d6 + 7 damage, + 3d6 sneak attack damage, stunning fist DC 14 Con save, if still alive, second attack grapple, made with advantage if stunned, automatic success if stunned (stunned creatures fail Str and Dex checks).

SkidAce SkidAce November 02, 2015
The Lioszephyr continued on its previous course, cruising slowly about 50 feet off of the ground. The crew adjusted the sails enough to level it off, and then looked confusedly around and up at the helm, trying to figure out what was going on.

Incarnhate stabbed deeply into the sinning harpy, and the force of the blow channeled the stunning power of Blend’s ki into the creature, causing it to stop singing, and fall limp in mid air. Blend managed to grab the creature as it was stunned, and pulling the slowly flailing limp form around, rode the creature’s body towards the ground as they both fell. (Att 14, 17a, damage 28, harpy stunned or dead? Slow Fall will negate 1st 30 damage on harpies turn)

Four harpies descended from the darkness surrounding the ship, landing with a thud on the deck. The two on the Helm Deck eyed Frederick and the elven scouts lasciviously, and began to lick their lips while swaggering bow legged towards their potential victims. The foul smell of unwashed feathers soon filled the air around Frederick and the scouts as the creatures approached.

Two other harpies landed amid ships, and began to dance as if they were in a bar and standing on top of a table. A faint crooning began to come from the creatures foul lips, and their form slowly began to become more attractive to those around them.

(Matt pick a square for you and Serre.}

Round 2

Name Init Status
Blend 24
*{color:green}Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16
Frederick 9
Engineers 7
Scouts 4

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SkidAce SkidAce November 02, 2015
(Blend has 30 points from Safe Fall, Ship was 50 feet in air, harpy slightly higher, so 80 feet. 8d6 = 27 damage, minus 30 for zero. RP as you see fit)

xLucix xLucix November 02, 2015
Frederick was, quite frankly, awestruck.

Never before had he seen such beautiful creatures, such robust examples of feminine sexuality. He yearned to write scores of poetry describing the exquisite beauty of their dancing, the ethereal beauty of their song, the enchanting nature of their lips.

The part of his brain not being currently controlled by his libido screamed at him, but alas, it was not appealing enough to counter the charms of such magnificent winged creatures. This brain part, realizing that the body in which it lived was screwed, wondered what it would come back as next. Maybe a wizard, or a class that could actually think.

AFCop AFCop November 02, 2015
Harpy song interrupted so shouldn’t Frederick be free to act, barring he doesn’t fail new saves??

xLucix xLucix November 02, 2015
Not until his turn. Was RPing the effects of the song

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Date:Mon, Nov 2, 2015 at 10:03 PM
Subject:[Unconquered Kingdoms] Forum topic updated ‘Main Adventure Arc’

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 November 02, 2015
How about I19. That’s as far away as I can get on this map. Nitram will be using his horde breaker ability and targeting the two harpies singing.

villakeep17 villakeep17 November 03, 2015
Dast holds his attack until a harpy comes within range then attacks twice with the sword and once with his spear.

AFCop AFCop November 03, 2015
Incarnhate took the harpy straight in the chest, blade buried all the way to the hilt, killing it instantly. Blend used the sword for leverage and grip as he wrapped his free arm around the harpy’s neck and used his body weight to twist the harpy underneath him. As both his and the limp form of the creature began to fall, Blend brought his knees to his chest and planted his feet into the harpy’s midsection while pulling Incarnhate free from the lifeless body, bracing for impact. The entire sequence of events including the free fall only lasted a couple seconds. The harpy hit the ground with a sickening crunch, absorbing most of the impact as Blend channeled the momentum, almost supernaturally, into a several rolls before springing back onto his feet looking skyward back toward the airship and his next targets.

SkidAce SkidAce November 03, 2015
Nitram’s arrow flew towards the towards the duo of singing and gyrating harpies. The first harpy to be struck took two arrows to the torso, causing blood to drip from the creature’s form onto the deck planking. Usining his keen abilitie to target swarms of foes, Nitram launcehd another arrow at the other harpy, striking that foul creature in the flank. (Att 29, 25, 12, damage 18, 8)

Dast saw the harpies alight on the deck, and mere seconds after Nitram’s arrows struck, he had moved forward and attacked the closest harpy. The quick and forcefull slashes of the sword, followed by a spear thrust, soon had the harpy bleeding out onto the deck, much like its wounded friend. (Attack 16, 14, 20, damage 21)

Round 2

Name Init Status
Blend 24
Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16
Frederick 9
Golems 7
Scouts 4

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xLucix xLucix November 04, 2015
Frederick immediately began channeling his magics into his voice, raising his voice in a piercing chant in an attempt to nullify the harpies’ charms.

SkidAce SkidAce November 05, 2015
Frederick’s voice cut clearly through the night, and his rhythmic tonal chants bolstered the willpower of those allies nearest his end of the ship. With the death of the original singing harpy, Frederick no longer felt a compulsion to climb over the side of the boat.

The golem near the ballista in the bow of the boat moved quickly towards the harpies in the middle of the deck. Its hand flexed and a short sword extended from its wrist. With one quick swipe it finished off the nearest harpy. The other two golems began moving towards the rear of the deck, one towards the cabin where Rumil had gone, and one to the Helm Deck.

Serre was proving to be noticeably agitated and not in sync with his rider as usual. He flew in a rising circle up, letting the Lioszephy slip slightly ahead as he climbed into the sky. Although the duo had made progress in speaking Gryphon, Serre was not one for speech, so Nitram was surprised to hear the creature screech out a loud “Ware”.

(Round 3 Blends turn, and Steve can designate actions for the scouts from the end of round 2)

Round 2

Name Init Status
Blend 24
Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16 Nitram Bloodied
Frederick 9
Golems 7
Scouts 4

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SkidAce SkidAce November 05, 2015
Map got cut off, Blend is in J35)

the_app the_app November 05, 2015
The scouts, while battle hardened veterans, had taken a heavy toll these past few battles. The People were long lived, so witnessing a “young” elf die at the hands of such evil, well before the waning of their centuries on this world, caused them incredible sadness. Losing a friend is never easy – losing one you’ve had for 100+ years, that is simply unbearable.

They were, however, good at their trade and set immediately to correcting this wrong. Blades, bows, bandages were all at the ready. Those that saw a target immediately engaged. Those that saw a fallen comrade that could use some simple assistance did. The rest trained their keen eyes on the heavens, allowing their vision to pierce the darkness, hoping to see any remaining creatures.

While they did not quite understand why Rumil had disappeared below deck, they trusted his reasons warranted abandoning his post at the helm. A few silently wished he would ascend the ship a few dozen feet quickly, to bring targets into view and to put some distance between them and any ground targets. They may not have understood the ancient elven tongue, but none doubted it had been Rumil’s link to Corellon that had purged the battlefield of that aweful beast.

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 November 07, 2015
Nitram glanced over his shoulder briefly as Serre climbed. He caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a situation in control by those on the deck. Momentarily moving his attention around him, he was concerned and a little confused by the griffon’s warning. Remembering Blend’s report of flying lizards, he turned his attention back to the skies around him and readied another arrow, hoping that the harpy he “marked” would find its demise shortly. He pleaded for more help from his pixie friend. healing touch

If the wyverns show up before him, he’ll fire at them on his turn. If they show up after his turn, he’ll cast cure wounds on himself as a 2nd level spell

AFCop AFCop November 09, 2015
Blend sprinted for the back of the ship and once he was close enough to it where he could still see the railing and in range, he shadow-stepped back to it. Once on the railing, he saw new harpies threatening the crew. He moved to engage the nearest one, blade flashing out with two quick strikes.

Move from J35 to Q28 (50 ft), shadow step up to Q28, move 5 ft to Q27, attack harpy (R26) twice, once with SA.

SkidAce SkidAce November 09, 2015
Incarnhate sliced forward and back across the nearest harpy’s chest, nearly cutting an x into its torso and spilling a portion of its innards across its legs. (Att 27, 26, damage 30)

An arrow flew in front of Dast strike the harpy he had wounded and finishing it off. The elven scout just nodded, and turned to the sky, watchful, bow at ready. Another archer pulled his shortsword out and stabbed towards the harpy Blend had nearly disemboweled, wounding it even further, although it still remained standing. The two archers near Frederick turned their gaze upward and swiftly loosed their bows at something in the darkness.

(Dast then the Harpies.)

Round 3

Name Init Status
Blend 24
Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16 Nitram Bloodied
Frederick 9
Golems 7
Scouts 4

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xLucix xLucix November 09, 2015
Frederick continued chanting, looking up to where the elven scouts were shooting.

villakeep17 villakeep17 November 10, 2015
Dast, noting that one of the harpies seems to look nearly defeated, moves toward the wounded harpy and attacks again.
if within moving range will atack with the sword twice and spear once. If not within range Dast will throw his spear followed by one javelin.

SkidAce SkidAce November 10, 2015
Dast rushed to the top of the stairs and threw his heirloom spear and a javelin at the harpy that was near the rear mast. His family’s spear struck the creature amid torso, and was soon followed by the javelin, both inflicting great piercing wounds on the harpy. The glistening mithril like chain that extended back to Dast’s wrist allowed him to jerk his hand and bring the spear back to his hand in one smooth motion. The javelin remained embedded in the vile creature as its blood began to drip onto the deck. (Att 21, 24, damage 12)

The harpy Dast had just wounded flew off the side of the ship, dropping quickly into the shadows as it tried to fly away. The harpy engaged with Blend got a fatalistic grimace on its face and swiped at Blend with its club while clawing at him in fury. The club missed Blend completely, almost as if the harpy was unsure of his location. The claws pulled a thread or two from Blend’s clothing, but failed to connect to anything of substance.

Round 3

Name Init Status
Blend 24
Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16 Nitram Bloodied
Frederick 9
Golems 7
Scouts 4

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xLucix xLucix November 10, 2015
Frederick continued chanting, deepening his pitch to instill his comrades with confidence and to continue to counteract the harpies’ song.

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 November 10, 2015
Nitram continued searching the skies for more attackers while he attempted to heal himself. CW at 2nd level The ranger also sought help from his amulet, asking the pixie to provide some healing as well. healing word Trusting his mount, he let the griffon fly where it felt was best. Feeling the release of the hunter’s mark when the harpy died, the ranger marked the nearest harpy he could see. move mark to the nearly dead harpy on the rear of the ship

SkidAce SkidAce November 11, 2015
(CW plus 13hp, 34 out of 68) Some of Nitram’s wounds closed as he applied his knowledge of natural magics. When Nitram entreated the pixie for more assistance, he noticed that the glow in the amulte was lower than usual.

Sensing Nitram’s trust Serre began to climb as quickly as he could. (Nitram/Serre now 50 feet above the ship) Serre’s instincts were well founded, as the griffon climbed, a wyvern swooped underneath them, just missing with its claws. The wyvern struck the side of the Lioszephyr with a resounding thump, clinging to its side and stabbing an elvish scout straight through the abdomen with its poisoned tail, slaying the hapless archer in an instant. The ogre riding upon the wyvern let loose a bloodcurdling war cry of triumph, as the elven scout began to fall overboard.

The large wyvern head appeared directly in front of Frederick, foul breath gusting across the deck.

Round 3

Name Init Status
Blend 24
Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16 Nitram Bloodied
Wyvern/Rider 13
Frederick 9
Golems 7
Scouts 4

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mmartin_10 mmartin_10 November 11, 2015
Nitram looked around, the goggles he wore illuminating the night sky around him. The ranger scanned the area for more wyverns, asking Serre, “Are there any more out there?”

just so I’m clear, the brown thing under Nitram’s pic is Serre, right? and the ogre on the wyvern is a large size creature?

xLucix xLucix November 12, 2015
Frederick grinned, swallowing hard.

“Hello, beastie. I had a girlfriend once, might have some relation to you.” He thought about it for a second. “No, I tell a lie. You’ve far too few heads to be related to her great-grandma.” With that, he unsheathed his sword and charged at the wyvren’s head, screaming an ancient battlecry he’d read in a dusty scroll back when he was young and stupid and had broken into one of the forbidden sections of the Library. As he charged forward, he reflected on how quickly a year could pass, and then tried to shove his sword through the creature’s right eye socket.

SkidAce SkidAce November 12, 2015
Frederick’s sword bounced of the wyvern’s scaly chin ineffectually, at most knocking off a few chips. It did seem to attract the attention of the wyvern itself however. (Att 11, miss)

The golem next to Frederick extended the shortsword from its wrist and stabbed at the creature’s neck, drawing blood and a hiss of pain from the reptile. (Att 15, damage 5) The two elven scouts fired arrows at the beast, but they bounced off and were lost to the night.

Serre replied to Nitram with a resounding screech of fury and seemed focused on the creature clinging to the deck of the Lioszephyr.

(Blend, Rumil/Lios/Scouts)

the_app the_app November 12, 2015
(Round 4? Last round to concentrate or one more by your count? 4/10 on blade)

Rumil heard the fighting outside, peering through the cracks in the door when feasible to see whatever could be seen. He felt the struggle of the foul beast’s attempt to return to this world begining to fade. If he could hold out just a bit more, the creature would surely be banished. The arcane and ancient language still danced through his mind, and required a great deal of his focus in order to keep his sanity.

Thankfully his elven brothers had no such limitations. Their numbers had been thinned, their energy sapped, but their will to fight until the end…no flying lizard would take that away. They refocused their efforts, swinging or firing in rapid succession (multiattack?) at the creature. Was it the bard’s voice that gave them a little edge or the loss of their friends and brothers? Regardless, they drove and hard.

At the sight of this sudden burst of anger fueled fury from the elves and the sight of the golem stabbing the sudo dragon, the crew also left into action. They threw, stabbed, swung, and pitched anything at their disposal at the beast. They knew of creatures that attacked ships at sea…but the tales they would tell if they survived of the beast that attacked the flying vessel….

SkidAce SkidAce November 13, 2015
(Previous round was the final for concentrating, according to time estimate and 1d4 random element. Feel free to modify your post with an action if you like. Also need Blend’s inputs.)

AFCop AFCop November 13, 2015
Blend circled around Frederick to engage the wyvern. The bard would not last long against the creature alone despite his valiant efforts. Blend could only hope he could dislodge the creature from the deck, taking its ogre rider with it.

Move to P24 and attack twice with sword (once with sneak attack damage), + 10 to hit, 1d6 + 7 damage, plus SA, 3d6 damage, plus use bonus action for one unarmed strike, + 8 to hit, 1d6 + 5 damage.

SkidAce SkidAce November 14, 2015
Blend’s sword lashed out against the neck and head of the wyvern as it eyed Frederick with an ill tempered gaze. _Incarnhate’s first strike cut a wide gash in the creature’s throat, dislodging bile and spittle across the deck. A lunging stab with Incarnhate was nearly as effective. Blend followed it up with a kick that knocked one of the creature’s teeth loose into the night. (Att 25, 15, 27, damage 40)

In addition to tossing pikes and hooks at the wyvern, the crew managed to heel the sails and slow the drift of the Lioszephyr into the night.

(Dast’s turn)

Round 4

Name Init Status
Blend 24
Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16 Nitram Bloodied
Wyvern/Rider 13
Frederick 9
Golems 7
Scouts 4

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villakeep17 villakeep17 November 15, 2015
Dast, having caught his Waelspere, moves to attack the wyvern in a similar manner to the harpies before, slashing with his sword followed by a quick jab with the Waelspere from his off hand, before finally bring the sword back around to attempt another slash. He hopes that his attacks would be enough to distract the wyvern from the others onboard and create an opening for someone to exploit.
Dast moves to position P23 and attacks sword, spear, sword, spending a superiority dice (1d8) to use distracting strike (phb74) on the first successful attack. Superiority dice is added to the damage roll of the first hit. The next attack against the creature made by someone other than Dast has advantage if made before the beginning of Dast’s next turn.

SkidAce SkidAce November 15, 2015
(Windows 10 updates, sheesh, will post tonight)

mmartin_10 mmartin_10 November 15, 2015
Nitram stowed his bow at the appearance of the ogre-mounted wyvern. Grasping the hilt of Kinslayer, his focus narrowed to only the ogre.

hopefully that elf scout will finish off the harpy on the ship…hint hint

SkidAce SkidAce November 15, 2015
Dast’s strike with the sword did considerable damage to the creature, but it was the lunge with the spear through the eye that had the most impact. The wyvern drew back its head in pain and anger, causing Dast’s follow up strike with the sword to miss. (Att 13, 20c, 9, damage 23, advantage for next attacker)

The flailing of the wyvern’s wings almost dislodged the ogre rider, who seemed to be preparing to dismount the reptilian beast and join the fray on the deck.

Round 4

Name Init Status
Blend 24
Rumil/Lioszephyr 19
Dast 18
Harpies 17
Nitram/Serre 16 Nitram Bloodied
Wyvern/Rider 13 advantage on wyvern
Frederick 9
Golems 7
Scouts 4

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mmartin_10 mmartin_10 November 15, 2015
Rage began to fill the half-elf ranger to the point that Serre felt it through their bond. Nitram drew Kinslayer as Serre began to feel the effects of his rider’s emotional state. The griffon screeched, “Kill! Ogre!” as the ranger growled, “Die!” The duo dove down onto the lizard rider, in effect a pounce from 50’ above. The force of the attack was felt across the ship as it listed to the starboard side. The wyvern’s claws attempted to dig deeper into the adamantium hull. Serre took advantage of the trust given to him earlier and attempted to unseat the ogre before Nitram was able to engage it.
Based on how the “pounce” maneuver seems to work, Serre will either shove or grapple and drag the ogre out of its seat. Shove and grapple are the same check, right? Either way, the effect is that the ogre is falling to its death. For rp sake, I think grapple is more representative of a griffon attack from above. He’ll also attack the ogre with his beak. If the grapple and drop is successful, Nitram (disappointed) will attack the wyvern. Otherwise, kill the ogre with the ogre bane weapon.

SkidAce SkidAce November 16, 2015
Serre pounced on the bulk of the wyvern and the ogre, a claw swiping a massive blow designed to rip the ogre off the wyvern’s back. The ogre’s top knot had a few hairs shaved off it, but otherwise Serre’s razor sharp claws missed. Serre snapped his beak at the ogre, managing to chew a chunk of flesh from the ogre’s arm. (Att 7f, 16, damage 8.)

Kinslayer seemed to hum in anticipation as Nitram drew the blade. Two quick swings with the weapon and the brute was almost cut into pieces. The creature grinned at Nitram, smacked its chest and licked the blood from its hand. (Att 14, 27, damage 33)

SkidAce SkidAce November 16, 2015
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SkidAce SkidAce November 16, 2015
The small but brute like ogre brought its rough hewn club down directly upon the top of Nitram’s head, shaking the ranger to his core for a split second. While Nitram was pulling himself together, he saw the poisonous tip of the wyvern’s tail arc like a scorpion towards Serre’s flank, missing by inches, and scoring a dark green line across the planking.

(Frederick’s turn)

xLucix xLucix November 16, 2015
Frederick stared the wyvern down, and focused his magic into his voice.

“You know what, I take it back entirely. You remind me nothing of my ex-girlfriend. See, she came from legend. She had a punch that could take an ogre’s head off. Her flame was so magnificent that she was asked to light the annual ceremonial fire pit in our hometown; and they were all racist buggers to a tee! You, you’re nothing. You’re letting an ogre, an ogre, ride you!? That’s just low, even for an overglorified lizard like yourself. And what, like you can’t kill a measly half-elf on your own? Your ancestors would be ASHAMED to see you like this.”

He then turned his gaze up to where Nitram was fighting the ogre.

“For a second, my dear Nitram, I thought we had something to be worried about. But this winged gecko and its half-breed whelp of a rider are less threatening than a stroll to the market. Now do be kind and eviscerate that fool you face. It’s hardly fair to toy with your prey!”

Vicious Mockery (2D4 Psychic Damage, DC vs Wisdom, disadvantage on next attack roll before end of it’s turn) at the wyvern, since it doesn’t have to understand what Frederick is saying, and a bonus action to give Nitram a Bardic Inspiration die (d6) for the next 10 minutes

SkidAce SkidAce November 17, 2015
The horrendous taunting that the wyvern received somehow infuriated it so much that the creature lunged towards Frederick, banging its head futilely against the deck. (VM 5 damage, Wyvern failed save.)

The golem nearest the wyvern stabbed at the creature again, missing this time. The other golems began throwing harpy bodies off the deck and into the darkness. Several scouts, those with a clear shot, fired arrows at the wyvern, with two such shots hitting the beast in its flanks. (damage 9)

(Round 5, Blend then Rumil)

xLucix xLucix November 19, 2015
Frederick laughed. “Poor aerodynamic skink.”

AFCop AFCop November 20, 2015
Blend continued his assault against the wyvern, hoping that the concerted effort would finally dislodge it from its perch and send it and its rider to the ground.

Same attacks as before (last actions)

the_app the_app November 20, 2015
(Round 5 of 10 for SW, done concentrating)

Rumil, his mind finally free from the hate filled screams of the demon he returned to its plane, was able to focus solely on the battle at hand. While below deck, he wasn’t fully aware of the conditions topside, but the sounds of battle were encouraging, especially Frederick’s taunts – which brought a smile to the elf’s face.

He emerged from the staircase, thinking to quickly join the fray, only to come face to face with an orc, riding a lizard. “I seriously need to find new companions.” He moved into position (P2 or O23, depending on what spot is actually free and within range of the blob that is the enemy), lacking the knowledge of his teammates’ well-being, to exact some revenge – his fallen brothers deserved that much.

As soon as he was positioned, sword in hand, he called forth the power of final judgment, the cold touch of death that creeps over everyone at their final moments, forcing it from him into the wyvern and its rider (Chill Touch, twinned [7 of 7 SP], 2d8 necrotic each if succuessful, no healing). The deadly, hazy aura that leapt from his hand streaked towards its intended target. In an effort to speed along the orcs travels to the other side, Rumil simultaneously directed his god’s spiritual sword into the creature’s back (move 20’ [was at J25 and orc appears to be at/near N25], 1d8+3 force), knowing that it would shorten the creatures suffering.

He had spent too long out of battle, wrestling with that cruel demon. No more…

SkidAce SkidAce November 21, 2015
Blend found it difficult in the mass of swirling combatants to hit the wyvern, but just managed to land a cut across its neck with his sword. The wyvern flinched in pain, and involuntarily opened up another opportunity for Incarnhate to strike the side of its head. The head of the foul beast drooped over the deck, and Blend held back the lunging chop he had begun, just as deadly hazy of gray energy enveloped the wyvern and its rider. Rumil had emerged from the ship’s cabin, and cast a deadly spell over the ogre and the wyvern from the deck below.

(Att 13, 27, damage 34, dead, you have a bonus action UAS left)

The wyvern began to loose its grip on the side of the _Lioszephyr as it died, and slowly started sliding off the side of the ship. The ogre, who had been in the process of dismounting when it had clubbed Nitram, managed to use it prodigious strength to avoid being pulled backwards over the railing. The gray haze struck it full form and its viscous snarling quieted to a feeble moan as the energies sapped its life. The ogre was on its last legs, but something fanatical kept it on its feet in the face of overwhelming odds.

A Siege of Ogres part 8

Unconquered Kingdoms SkidAce