Adventures in Arajara
Adventure Journal
Session 24
Note: As we continue to hold sessions in chat rooms I will be providing heavily edited versions of the transcript as the adventure journal. For the brave of heart I will also have the unedited version as well.
[Narrator]: You are chasing a raiding party that arrived in ships and then fled again later
[Valennor]: We came from the castle right... and we killed the gollum sommoned with hearts (these are evils guys)
[Narwick]: [The carpet's] tassles are smoking
[Narrator]: The city under seige was named Podana. It's where Elissa's uncle lived, who is now known to be Sir Gaius Anadonus, a knight. As to the why... About a decade ago, invaders (barbarians) from the southern seas arrived and started looting the coastal setlements. Then suddenly they got stronger and began destroying some of the bigger cities... some said they had made an alliance with goblin shamans who practiced black magic. Only after a long hard war were the people of Podana and the surrounding cities able to fight the south sea barbarians to a stand still. Recently though, the raids have started again... and that's where you three showed up... during one of the raids.
[Valennor]: And now they're back?
[Bartley]: Lucky us
[Narrator]: Currently you're flying over the ocean in persuit of the fleeing bandits
[Valennor]: Siegers
[Narrator]: ... only the carpet's tassels have started smoking... maybe it's about to run out of magic steam
[Bartley]: Poor carpet, where's some fairy dust when i need it
[Narrator]: The sun is starting to set behind you
[Bartley]: the fire on the carpet should give us some light
[Narrator]: ...if you plan on sneaking aboard one of the ships, you'd better do it quick before the sunset sillouettes you
[Bartley]: Then lets go
[Valennor]: We land on the poop?
[Bartley]: On the what?
[Valennor]: The back you dimwit
[Narwick]: No thats too obvious
[Narrator]: Feeling agile, Bartley guides the carpet... into the rear sail
[Valennor]: HHAA
[Narwick]: NICE. How do we get down from the rear sail
[Narrator]: The sailor below, who is steering the ship, aparently cannot hear well since he doesn't notice as you tumble and roll aruond and get caught in the rigging.
[Valennor]: OOC: can I roll for stealth to get behind him?
[Narrator]: OOC: sure
[Narrator]: Valennor drops like a cat behind his back
[Valennor]: ...and blam!
[Narrator]: uh oh... this guy is tough, your fist bounces off his bald (bony) head
[Valennor]: Ugh {feels wet and sweaty}
[Narrator]: He turns around and looks stunned for a moment
[Valennor]: I hit him again!
[Narrator]: Crack... Valennor connects with his jaw and he drops like a sack. When Narwick drops down, the man is out cold.
[Valennor]: Bam, whack, thock!
[Valennor]: I'll tie him up
[Bartley]: Ok, Bartley comes down now... he got a bit stuck insome rigging...
[Narwick]: Ok...where are the ohter peeples
[Narrator]: Well... a couple are walking the deck and there's a lookout on the forcastle, and it sounds like the botswain is coming up the ladder a few feet away.
[Bartley]: I pull out my knife
[Narwick]: I pull out my axe....actually ill shoot the lookout....wit a cross bow
[Narrator]: A burly head peeks out from the ladder hatch, turbaned with a bold cloth, his eye's grow large and he scrambles to the deck
[Valennor]: I'll use brawling on the boatswain
[Bartley]: I'll [use a spell to] put him to sleep
[Valennor]: I'll hold him by the legs and you let loose
[Narrator]: It'll take one turn to pull the scroll out of your pack
[Valennor]: Help me hold him!
[Narwick]: Narwick laughs, and helps hold the captain
[Narrator]: Valennor takes a dive at the man... and tackles him to the floor... Narwick get's kicked in the mouth... but Bartley saves the day by chanting the spell quickly.
[Narwick]: Yeah way to go elf boy
[Valennor]: Hahahahahahha,,, ow, let go of my hair you gob {Valennor pries hair loose}
[Narwick]: Now ill shoot the lookout
[Valennor]: Ok... if you must
[Narrator]: Firing his crossbow, Narwick wings the lookout.
[Valennor]: "Chortle me arse!"
[Bartley]: Is it fatal? Did he die?
[Narrator]: No, the man didn't die, he was only hit in the shoulder... he falls in pain.
[Valennor]: Drat
[Bartley]: Narwick!
[Narwick]: hmmm....
[Bartley]: OOC: can I stone missle him now
[Valennor]: I'll tour the deck for more
[Narrator]: Bartley chants and his hand glows a purple-black
[Bartley]: Reading stone missle... <magic magic> throwing stone missle...
[Narrator]: The stone missile shoots from Bartley's hand...
[Bartley]: That'd be enough to knock him off his cute little perch
[Narrator]: ...and smashes into the deck right beside the man's head.
[Bartley]: What!?
[Valennor]: Sheesh elf guy
[Bartley]: I guess my aim is a little off... but least I get lucky
[Narrator]: The boards crack and split, sending a splinter into the lookout's eye. It's too much... the he starts yelling in pain.
[Bartley]: now 'es blind
[Valennor]: oh no
[Bartley]: shut him up!
[Valennor]: I'll get the patrol on deck with my bow
[Narrator]: OOC: it'll take one turn to pull your bow out
[Narrator]: A couple of the men on the deck below run toward the lookout on the forcastle
[Bartley]: I'll ready another stone missle...
[Narrator]: Valennor fires his bow
[Narwick]: I'll get the other one
[Narrator]: The lookout starts rolling about and the arrow "thunks" into the deck near his foot. A wave hits the ship as narwick fires... sending the bolt into the mast.
[Valennor]: Man alive. We aren't sea men
[Bartley]: stone missle time
[Narrator]: bartley chants again... the stone missile grows... and leaps forth and whacks the man on the left in the back of his head... kocking him down and out
[Valennor]: "He's good this one"
[Narrator]: Valennor fires at the second man... hitting him between the shoulder blades. Narwick fires too... this time Narwick's bolt flies true... and hits the lookout in the neck... he gurgles once and dies
[Valennor]: "To the hull and below."
[Narwick]: Try to remain calm..we're takin the ship.... I'll make shure no one is in a life boat
[Bartley]: "You do that"
[Narrator]: Suddenly you realize the ship is starting to turn off course
[Valennor]: oh no
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Valennor]: I'll get the wheel
[Narrator]: Valennor grabs the ships wheel and with a mighty heave (showing off his biceps of course) turns the ship
[Valennor]: "Mmf, you got the guys below, I'll sail this tub."
[Narwick]: ill run down stares
[Bartley]: right behind you, with my methrill knife at ready!
[Narrator]: at the bottom of the ladder a man sits drinking beer and playing with a dirk, he looks at Narwick and Bartley and grins
[Narwick]: ill shoot a bolt in his head point blank range
[Bartley]: and if you miss I'll stab him on my turn
[Narrator]: Narwick fires at close range and hits him in the chest. Then, in a stunning display of athletic prowes, Bartley slices the mans neck. The man falls backward, dead. Now you see two other men lounging in coiled ropes.
[Bartley]: they coil themselves in ropes for fun?
[Narrator]: ... they jump up, jabbering away, and raise their hands above their heads
[Bartley]: surender and we'll shoot!
[Narwick]: ill watch the back for a trap
[Bartley]: i mean...
[Bartley]: I won't shoot them afterall
[Narrator]: On deck, Valennor spots an island ahead, the ships are heading for a secluded cove
[Valennor]: ok. I'll follow
[Narrator]: you see the smoke of campfires in the hills beyond the cove. The ships head into the cove, furling their sails
[Valennor]: furl my sails crew!
[Narrator]: the crew in the rigging furls the sails of your ship
[Valennor]: woah
[Narrator]: ... only then realizing that Valennor is a stranger
[Valennor]: I guess he doesn't know
[Bartley]: i didn't know there were still guys up there!
[Narrator]: knives appear and the crew begins descending the ropes menacingly
[Valennor]: oh boy!
[Valennor]: I'll pull my broadsword
[Narrator]: an alarm is sounded: "blat"
[Valennor]: "Joel, Bartley, help!"
[Bartley]: and the dreaded Bartely and Narwick emerge from below!
[Valennor]: "and you Narwick."
[Narrator]: two burly sailors land on the poop brandishing knives
[Narwick]: i brandish my axe
[Valennor]: I'll swing for their hands
[Narrator]: "lop" goes Valennor's sword... and the hand holding the knife falls to the deck
[Valennor]: "Nasty."
[Bartley]: I'll send another stone missle on my turn, and #3 this time.
[Valennor]: "Anyone else?"
[Narrator]: bartley and narwick scramble up the ladder, followed closely by their two prisoners
[Bartley]: oh yeah, I forgot about them...
[Valennor]: "Surrender and you will be spared. We pay well for crews."
[Narrator]: barley chants his stone missile spell... 'whee... blam', the missile sings past narwicks ear and slams the head of the persuer below and they both fall to the deck
[Valennor]: I keep hold on the wheel
[Narrator]: "thunk" goes an arrow into the wheel
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Valennor]: "Hey watchit you!"
[Bartley]: so much for you're not getting involved.
[Narrator]: there's an archer in the crows nest
[Valennor]: "I'll thunk you!"
[Valennor]: "Grab the wheel Narc!"
[Narwick]: gotcha {grabs the wheel}
[Valennor]: I'll pop him off with the bow
[Narrator]: the other man with a knife on the poop lunges at Valennor... {stab} ...unfortunetly you were distracted by the arrow and fail to parry the knife and are stabbed in the arm.
[Valennor]: "Agh! OOmf"
[Narwick]: ill axe him
[Narrator]: narwick brandishes his axe... and chops the mans head off
[Narwick]: whooo hooo
[Valennor]: gore! on my shirt! everywhere!
[Bartley]: ok, is it my turn? if so, I'll send a nice big stone missle at the guy with the bow.
[Narrator]: "thunk" goes another arrow ... into narwick's back
[Narwick]: ahhhhh
[Narrator]: bartley fires back... {swish... blam} the man is knocked out of the crows nest... and falls into the sea. Meanwhile, narwick staggers...
[Valennor]: "I need arrows, Narwick," yanks out arrow. "Thanks."
[Narwick]: AHHHH
[Narrator]: but the arrow barely penetrated his armor... he'll be fine, only a flesh wound
[Valennor]: "The ship is ours!" save the rest for our crew
[Bartley]: what crew?
[Valennor]: the wounded or tiede
[Narwick]: the one we will get
[Bartley]: the crew that's trying to kill us?
[Narrator]: even though the sails have been furled... the anchors were not thrown... the ship is heading for the shore..
[Valennor]: ahh, oh no!
[Bartley]: I'll run for the starboard anchore
[Narrator]: {splash} the anchor is thrown.... everyone is thrown to the deck from the sudden stop
[Bartley]: well, at least I stopped us...
[Narwick]: yeah
[Valennor]: "Yeah"
[Narrator]: when you get up, you realize that there are about 15 angry men looking at you armed with swords and knives
[Narwick]: uh oh
[Valennor]: WOAH
[Valennor]: Sword time!
[Narwick]: looks like its time for heroics
[Narrator]: well... it looks like we won't wrap this up tonight... we'll have to find out next time...
[Narwick]: how sad.....
[Valennor]: NO
[Narwick]: sigh
[Valennor]: my future is pending!
[Bartley]: no! it's the cliff hanger! except we're not on a cliff