Chapter Six: The Muster of Caltlikrath

Aug 7, 2017 7:05 pm
Halfway up the coast to Utwar, in the second to last hour before dawn. the longships appeared. Three of them. They emerged from the fog silently at first, but as they sailed to hailing range, the chanting began. Low, staccato, with an unsettling, uneven rhythm. Only a weak southerly wind lifted their gray sails, just enough to reveal glimpses of the weeping eyes painted on them.

Cornflower stands on the foredeck, hands on his hips, his face unreadable. His men are a different story. Their rapid, strained chatter plainly reveals fear even when words cannot be understood.

A small figure clad head to toe in rags steps up to the very front of the foremost longship and holds a long pole out over the water. A rope is tied to the end of the pole, and dangling from the end of the rope is a crude effigy made of driftwood, pitch, feathers, and shells.

Some of you can make out some of the words being chanted and detect an Engolan vocabulary and accent.

You have no right
No law nor god
The surface ever-changing
Bears no king's weight
You have no right
Nourish the deep

...and on and on and so forth, never seeming to repeat exactly.

Cornflower rubs his chin. The figure in rags lowers his pole until the effigy is submerged in the water.

"It is the Mournful Mother," a crew member standing near the party whispers. "We all will surely die."

Cornflower snaps his head around, staring balefully at the frightened crewman. "They're just pirates," he snaps. "Prepare to be boarded. We have little to give them. Do not make cowards of yourselves!"

The longships begin rowing toward the Swiftness of Camazotz. A dozen or so men on each longship stand up and draw longbows, holding them at the ready.

Welcome back, party. What do you do?
Aug 7, 2017 8:34 pm
Knowing that metal armor and boats don't mix, Zangua remains in his clothing and seeks some cover. He readies his glaive and waits for the inevitable boarding party.
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Aug 8, 2017 2:34 pm
Of course this happens in THIS campaign and not in the other one where I am literally a pirate.

Who is the Mournful Mother?
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Religion skill check - (1d20+4)

(10) + 4 = 14

Aug 8, 2017 4:29 pm
"Pardon, Captain, but what's the plan? Should we repel boarders or do you intend to let them board and have some plunder?"

If we're working towards active defense here, I'd like to Fireball one of the approaching longships, but I don't know if that's the Captain's plan for his ship or crew
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Aug 8, 2017 6:05 pm
"We cannot contest their numbers," Cornflower says grimly. "We will let them board. They will take what they will. I will negotiate for our lives. I have done this before. Do not act foolishly or out of cowardice, and we may yet live to set foot on land again."

The leftmost longboat starts to pull ahead of the others. You can see the crew readying a ramp for boarding.
Aug 8, 2017 6:23 pm
It is plain from his face that Domarc does not like this approach, but he dips his head to the Captain and backs off a few paces; close enough to stay within earshot.
Aug 8, 2017 6:26 pm
Mordred attempts to hide amongst the rigging and whatnot on deck.


Stealth - (1d20+9)

(12) + 9 = 21

Aug 8, 2017 6:57 pm
"So we're not defending ourselves?" Zangua asks, raising an eyebrow.
Aug 8, 2017 8:11 pm
The longboat pulls alongside the Swiftness of Camazotz and leans its boarding ramp against the port side. The bowmen remain at the ready. Four men begin to ascend the ramp. The first is nearly seven feet tall and shockingly ugly, with a long lower tooth that extends over his upper lip for nearly an inch and a half, giving him a permanent sneer. This, and the grayish tinge to his skin, suggests he might have some orcish parentage. A long curved knife is sheathed at his belt.
Aug 9, 2017 3:17 pm
"So we're not defending ourselves?" Zangua asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Negotiations and love songs, apparently." Domarc murmurs. "We must assume the Captain knows what he's about, but be ready in case a more aggressive form of diplomacy is needed."
Aug 9, 2017 4:29 pm
"They're going to take our stuff," Zangua says, clearly anticipating his own 'foolish' reaction to the prospect.
Aug 9, 2017 4:32 pm
Let me know if someone comes close enough for a Sneak Attack. Not saying he's for sure going to do it, but if someone walks past Mordred's hiding spot, he's going to give it some thought.
Aug 9, 2017 6:29 pm
The half-orc steps on to the deck, flanked by two pale-skinned human men and a much shorter, female half-orc with half of her head shaven. The men carry studded clubs, the half-orc woman has a scimitar dangling from her hip. Cornflower turns to face the leader of the boarding party.

"We carry passengers only. There is very little here to interest you. Take what you will and leave us in peace, with provisions enough to reach the shore."

The half-orc nods slowly. He turns to look at the party members standing in view. "Let us take inventory of what interests us. Strip to the nothings. Leave all armor, weapons, and trinkets on the deck, then go for a little swim. All of it. Now. If you swim, you live."

Some of the crew members start immediately taking off what clothing they have. You hear a splash; the first of them is already over the side.
Aug 9, 2017 6:34 pm
Zangua tries to play dumb, not understanding the order.


Deception - (1d20+1)

(9) + 1 = 10

Aug 9, 2017 6:55 pm
Domarc nods, wanders towards the railing, looking to find a place where he's momentarily out of sight amongst the crew/rigging and casts invisibility.
Not sure which roll might apply, pick the appropriate one
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Deception - (1d20+10)

(6) + 10 = 16

Sleight of Hand - (1d20+6)

(6) + 6 = 12

Stealth - (1d20+4)

(12) + 4 = 16

Aug 9, 2017 11:51 pm
The half-orc woman does a quick double take at where Domarc had been standing, but does nothing.
Aug 10, 2017 4:22 pm
Domarc will slowly move across the deck to get close to where Zangua and the others are.
Aug 11, 2017 10:27 pm
Cornflower nods slightly and starts to follow the pirate's orders. A few more crewmen leap into the water. The pirate crew on the longboat set another ramp in place, and one of the other longboats starts to approach the port side of the Swiftness of Camazotz.

So, everybody who isn't invisible: are you going to start immediately complying with the pirate's demands, or not?
Aug 11, 2017 10:35 pm
Zangua is resisting the order by not doing anything, save stand there with his glaive. He is, perhaps, taking the part of 'over my dead body' quite literally.
Aug 14, 2017 12:48 pm
Mordred casts Fire Bolt at the approaching longboat's mainsail, remaining hidden, if possible.
Casting Time: 1 action

Range: 120 feet

Components: V, S

Duration: Instantaneous

You hurl a mote of fire at a creature or object within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 1d10 fire damage. A flammable object hit by this spell ignites if it isn’t being worn or carried. This spell’s damage increases by 1d10 when you reach 5th level (2d10), 11th level (3d10), and 17th level (4d10).


Fire Bolt, Damage - (1d20+4, 2d10)

1d20+4 : (15) + 4 = 19

2d10 : (810) = 18

Stealth - (1d20+9)

(12) + 9 = 21

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