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Post by Ilyrana Sevayni on Sept 24, 2011 22:53:45 GMT -5
The wild elf narrowed her eyes at her companion's message and nodded absently. There was nothing to do but agree. Even without a dragon's extra senses something was off about these.
She quirked her lips in satisfaction as she located the wizards. They were rather close together and all in one area. That either meant they were confident and somehow protected, or fools who put too much stock in the mele types to guard them. Ilyrana's people knew better. She'd been taught to work with them, not put her life in their hands and out of her own.
With a firm tap of Shadow Vine, she drew herself up to full height, and began to weave her hand in the air like a wavering flame. Finding her concentration was easy for this. Besides, by the time she was ready to cast, the ships would be touching, which was exactly what the young sorceress needed. Her lips parted as she began to chant the words low in her throat, eyes on the other ship, keeping an eye best she could on boarders and casters.
(readying Burning Hands)
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Post by Warlord on Sept 24, 2011 22:58:28 GMT -5
The massive ship, dark and ominous began to pull forward and around, continuing to choke off the Sable Drake's wind with its larger sails. Then all of a sudden chaos broke loose as two hooks soared over the rail and affixed themselves firmly, the attached ropes being pulled taught as if under the weight of a dozen men each. A wave of arrows flew across the main deck and a beam of scorching, fiery light flashed toward Lysan in his perch on high. Fortunately for the winged elf the beam was fired wide to the left and low, missing both the warrior himself and his expansive wings. Still, his arrow had elicited a response.
The ropes began to pull the two vessels toward one another. The enemy apparently had decided to board rather than set aflame the Sable Drake. "Here they come lads!" The commander of the marines roared as a return volley of arrows flashed from the Drake to the attacking vessel.
{{DM}} Corellon not withstanding, Lysan's arrow finds its mark, a sharp scream indicating as much to the archer.
Kal'esril fades into the shadows of the forward rigging as if made of the same stuff as the darkness itself. Even his allies quickly lose track of him as if he were no longer there.
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Post by Lysan Cloud on Sept 25, 2011 9:53:01 GMT -5
The scream of pain told Lysan that there was one caster who wouldn't be tossing a spell for a minute or two, more than likely. He did twitch a bit as the bolt of light came close by, and searched for the caster.
{keen sight, precise shot}
Finding the caster he thinks may have fired that at him, Lysan takes another shot to put that one out of commission, as well.
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Post by Auroa on Sept 27, 2011 22:39:32 GMT -5
Auroa steels herself as the hooks latch onto the Drakes side. Pulling the lithe ship aside it. 'If not for the mood in the air' she muses 'it would seem like a gentle embrace of a lover or friend. Instead of a mad grab by a rapist' The silver one glides toward the side that is being pulled. A hand holding her locket tight as the power rises within her heart like love and lust through younger veins. While on the outside she works to keep composure she can't let the light forth otherwise she could be targeted. So she waits for the perfect moment to unveil her power.
((holding action, readied bless))
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Post by Warlord on Sept 28, 2011 22:05:10 GMT -5
A few tense moments went by as the two ships were pulled closer together. Silence reigned, as only the water, the creaking of the ship, and each individuals own breathing was to be heard. Then, through the air came another dozen grappling hooks with lines. They latched to the rails and rigging with sharp cracks and ripping sounds, pulling taught just a split second before a trio of boarding platforms fell across the swiftly shrinking space between the two vessels. Finally, the entire ship shuddered with a loud smack as the two vessels came together.
The roar of men sounded and the area lit up like daytime, causing the Drake's captain to flinch slightly though he recovered quickly. The gloom of night was dispelled even as the shadows that existed grew deeper and sharper. Lightning cracked across the space from the forecastle of the attacking ship to one of the unlucky marines standing on the command deck with the captain. As if triggered by the feat of magic a solid wall of men appeared from the rigging of the attacking ship and crossed the minor space between it and the Sable Drake, blades leading the way.
And just as their feet touched the deck a cone shaped wave of molten flame crashed across the invaders even before the defenders themselves could react, Illyrana's contribution to the counter attack. The crew of the Sable Drake roared back at their enemy with renewed vigor and charged in turn, leaping into the fray as the magical flames snuffed out and laying their enemies low, bolstered by the blessing that spilled forth from Auroa's faithful spell. As Lysan let his second arrow fly he caught the flash of shadow flit from the Drake to the enemy vessel, so quick it was hard to tell what it was. Meanwhile his arrow was deflected by an invisible force before it could strike its original target, a spell of protection no doubt. It was followed by the mage extending his hand to launch a knot of five arrow-like streaks of light that flew unerringly toward Lysan, striking him like vicious stingers.
Finally the enemy began to get their feet back under them, those burned the worse cut down swiftly but their less damaged fellows bringing their weapons to bare in an attempt to gain a solid foothold on the Sable Drake's main deck. Cutlasses clashed, men screamed, souls passed into the next plane. And a massive green hound launched himself out of the shadows of the forward rigging, coming in at a dead run, to slam into the flank of the boarders and eliciting a whole new round of screams as his mass bowled over five men before the momentum gave out. The flank began to break.
5 heartbeats was all it took.
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Post by Lysan Cloud on Nov 1, 2011 21:01:37 GMT -5
Lysan flinches as the bolts of magic hit him. Realizing that he will probably not get through the magic defenses of the mage, he looks for another way to disable or distract him.
Lysan looks over to the other ship, noting the layout of their sails and sees an opportunity. Leaping from the crow's nest, he flies over to the other ship and begins cutting the rigging lines, attempting to drop the sails over the command deck. Hopefully, this will at least distract the mage for a while...
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Post by Kal'esrïl Melarn on Nov 7, 2011 14:28:21 GMT -5
Kal'esril had waited until just the right moment, allowing the enemy to charge into the fray and have more important things to worry about than a flitting shadow. He had been halted momentarily by the sudden daylight spell, the bane of Drow existence, but his goggles had quickly fixed that problem. Calling up his innate powers over gravity, the lone Drow darted from his place of concealment and leaped the distance between the two vessels in a single bound unencumbered by a need for boarding platforms or ropes. Landing on the enemy deck while all eyes were turned toward their charred and embattled comrades the dark shadow that was Kal'esril Melarn disappeared down a forward hatch.
Into the bowels of the ship he crept, quietly using a throwing needle to stab a hole into the bottom of each lantern he encountered before vanishing from the pool of light back into the shadows of the vessel's cargo. Amidst the creaking of the vessel, the sounds of the sea against its sides, and the battle occurring above the ships occupants would be hard pressed to become aware of the proceeding danger that lurked below. Kal'esril smiled as he continued on his path toward the rear of the ship where he was intent on finding the key to not just seizing the advantage but eliminating the enemy's ability to retrieve it as well.
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Post by Auroa on Nov 7, 2011 22:41:21 GMT -5
The glow of her magic settles upon her shoulders bathing her in radiance as the spell washes over the people before her. Focusing on her spells to block out the battle ragging before she does not miss a beat. Since the time for subterfuge has past the effects of the next working dances over her violet form. The specter of Auroa darkens, yet her radiance does not lessen. Instead becoming harsh unforgiving like the suns rays cresting from around the edge of an eclipse. Her eyes burn deep within all her enemies. Causing them to lose as much as her friends have gained. {Cast Bane} Attachments:
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Post by Ilyrana Sevayni on Nov 13, 2011 11:34:27 GMT -5
Ilyrana gave a brief nod of triumph as her spell found purchase at the precise point she'd wanted. It had not only caused pain and distraction to the enemies first string, but it had given their side a boost or morale. Not anticipated but it gave her satisfaction to see it anyhow. But, she did not lose focus, no that would have been folly. This needed to end fast, before too many of their own were lost.
She shot a glance at her companion as she readied her next blast. Fire spells were terribly effective against big wooden vessels, so she saw no reason not to repeat her past success. Narrowing her eyes to slits of teal blue ice, she focused herself and wove a path of flame once again in the air. This time, she was going to aim at the rigging, hoping her actions helped to immobilize the ship. That way, if these enemies fell back, they would find they had nowhere to go but to defeat and death.
(Casting Burning Hands once more, aiming at the ships rigging.)
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Post by Warlord on Nov 13, 2011 15:30:02 GMT -5
The enemy caster that Lysan had been trading attacks with kept his eyes on the winged elf, never blinking at the unusual sight even as the enemy archers in the rigging went bug eyed at Lysan's passing. Wizards saw many odd things in the course of their educations, a set of wings on something as mundane as an elf wouldn't distract the chanting magician. However, his attempt to bring his magical might to bare was brought to a still abrupt end when Lysan's attempt came to fruition. Though it didn't work the way the Avarial had intended by bringing the material down across the entire group of mages, the single free hanging support beam that Lysan set free slammed across the hostile mage and killed him on impact. It sufficed to distract the other mages as well.
Whether going completely unnoticed, or somebody saw but was in no position to act, Kal'esrïl faced no opposition through the beginning of his intrusion on the enemy ships. Each of the lanterns sabotauged began to slowly drip their oil onto the floor in quietly expanding puddles and rivulets controlled by the vagaries of the vessel's listing on the waters. As he approaches the aft of the ship, however, he quickly becomes aware of a pair of sailors standing guard over a door at the rear of the cargo hold. Neither were armored, usual for sailors, but both were armed with cudgels and cutlasses.
Auroa's second casting only served to further highlight the effects of the first, widening the gap between enemies who would have stood as equals before her involvement. Questionable attacks struck true for Auroa's allies while the seemingly well executed attacks of her enemies went wide or failed to bite as they should have. As the gap widened and the tide gained momentum Auroa finds her position more and more secure as the defenders of the Drake begin to overwhelm the attackers, further ensuring no enemy was able to get close to Auroa nor the more distant Ilyrana.
As for the disposition of the Wild Elf Sorcerer, her participation in the battle was not going unnoticed. No less than two of the enemy's casters were turning their attention toward her as she worked her second expression of arcane might but were suddenly far more concerned with the rigging that was falling down in their midst. This gave Ilyrana the time and freedom to send a second gout of flame, this time into the rigging of the enemy vessel. While the instantaneous burn held little threat for the wooden parts of a sea-worthy vessel the oiled sails and ropes were a completely different story. The sails burst into flame almost instantly, their heat quickly bringing the ropes along for the burn. It would only be a matter of time before the entirety of the rigging became a raging torrent of fire. The enemy archers placed in the rigging knew it better than anyone as they began scrambling down from their perches, some of the ones higher up leaping down into the sea on the far side of the vessel before the flames could cut them off. Panic began to take hold on the vessel.
The captain, who had been urging his men on and standing ready to defend Ilyrana should the enemy attempt a sortie against her, began shouting orders to his own archers. The men in the rigging began gathering the sails from the near side of the vessel, protecting the Drake's sails from the spreading fire while putting half sail up in an attempt to have some torque when the vessels were separated. He then began shouting down to the men below. "CUT THEIR LINES MEN, GET US FREE AND WE CAN LEAVE THEM WALLOWING IN OUR WAKE!" His voice boomed over the din of battle.
((DM)) Ilyrana and Auroa are safe for the moment, unthreatened by enemies. Lysan is under no threat of immediate attack but is dangerous close to the rigging that is quickly spreading with fire as he hovers after his attack on the rigging at the fore of the vessel. Kal'esril is unthreatened but only due to concealment down below and as yet unaware of what's happening above.
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Post by Lysan Cloud on Dec 3, 2011 7:38:08 GMT -5
Lysan startles a bit when the rigging goes up in flames, at first wondering why someone wasn't paying attention to where their comrades were, but then tosses it off. One can't always be completely aware of everything in the heat of battle. He quickly moves out of range of the flames and takes aim with his bow at the distracted mages, hoping to 'distract' them some more by arranging an interview with their gods for them.
(Lysan is making sure that he does stay in range of his own ship, in case the two ships come apart, however. Staying close enough to return before the ship outruns him. )
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Post by Kal'esrïl Melarn on Dec 4, 2011 12:08:04 GMT -5
Kal'esrïl faded into the shadows for a long moment, churning the situation over in his head. Identifying all the details of the tactical disposition of his enemies before ever considering what he was actually going to do about it. If examined without intent the answer would sometimes become apparent.... and it did. Canvas clothing, deep in a pool of light, night blind from staring pointlessly ahead of themselves, and standing close together. The details were in place for:
Kal'esrïl drew his twin short blades and darted from cover straight at both men, swinging his blades in a pattern designed to distract right up until both edges were digging into his opponents' flesh.
<<Kal is attacking with both weapons, one strike for each sailor at the end of his full movement.>>
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Post by Auroa on Dec 5, 2011 9:40:19 GMT -5
Auroa's searing brilliance fades down to the just glimmer of her ghostly glow. Seeing the battle is just about over she turn and glides across the ship to Ilyrana. 'Where are the others' she wonders absently as she glances around. Once she arrives to the Captain's side she asks simply "What do you need me to do?" as she turns to stand aside her allies. Scanning the throng of sailors for Lysan and Kal. As her gaze flits across the battle a small prayer escapes her lips that the lady brings this battle to an end soon.
{spot checks} and full retreat to Ilyrana's position
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Post by Ilyrana Sevayni on Dec 9, 2011 17:00:43 GMT -5
At Auroa's inquiry, Ilyrana inclines her head, nodding in the direction of where Lysan had flown up. She felt bad he'd been so close to the rigging when it went ablaze, but it only lasted a moment. He did after all have wings and moved quickly. More than she could say for those unfortunates leaping for the depths of the dark waters around them. She didn't pity them either, they had chosen the losing side.
Her eyes scanned their own ship, not seeing Kal'esril amonst them, though she couldn't be certain. She did not know the drow well enough to pick him out in the din of this battle. She noticed Nikxor had left her position as well, but knew he wouldn't be far.
She gave a nod to the captain, noting he'd kept close, then as Auroa addressed him, she turned her eyes to the enemy ship, shadow vines still creeping up her arm to her shoulder. If the drow was over there, he could end up stranded. Ilyrana wouldn't have that on her conscience willingly.
Have you seen the drow, my friend? I worry he's about to miss his ride out of danger.
(spot checks for Kal on either boat, and for anyone attacking her)
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Post by Warlord on Dec 20, 2011 12:10:58 GMT -5
Admittedly, few of Lysan's allies had experience with working alongside warriors with the casual ability to fly. More importantly, it appeared that the enemy had just as little experience dealing with such an opponent. Two mages managed to stumble clear of the now burning sails that had fallen upon them and distracted as they were by swatting out the flames on their robes the first could do little more than give out a strangled yelp when Lysan's arrow caught him flatfooted in the throat. The falling body gave the other, a heavily masked and obviously more powerful looking mage, the chance to realize the situation was a loss. The then lone mage pulled a small glass vile from his sleeve and slammed it into the ground, disappearing in a dim flash of light.
Kal'esrïl struck from hiding, the two guards standing in the light seeing only a flicker of shadow beyond their lantern's pool of light before that shadow was quite suddenly amongst them swinging edged death at them. One went down without a sound (atk 1) and the other fell with only a weak cry. The second laid upon the floor whimpering and holding together a wide gash in his chest.
Auroa makes her retreat successfully, suffering not even a ranged attack in her direction as the enemy archers are burning to death, diving into the ocean, plummeting to bone crunching landings on the decks or otherwise preoccupied while her retreat deprives anyone else of a clear opportunity. ((DM)) Partial Success on Search Check. Lysan is flying around above the rigging of the enemy ship sniping the enemy. Other than Fir'us, the Elven Hound, there is no sign what so ever of Kal'esrïl.((DM))
Nikxor responded airily, sounding almost as if he had forgotten the battle entirely. Who?... oh, him. Last I saw of the dark one was him disappearing into the bowels of the other vessel my dear. Nobody pursued him and the lights are starting to go out on the lower decks. I imagine he's doing just fine. ((DM)) Search Check is unsuccessful. No sign of the Drow though once it's pointed out by the Pseudodragon it is easy enough for Ilyrana to see that truth of the comment about the lights. The lower half of the ship going starkly dark compared to the burning rigging.((DM))
The Captain shakes merely shakes his head at the Star Elf's question, things were working out better than he had imagined and he gave the command to cut the lines even as he noticed the two females looking for something on the other side. "Don't ye be worrying about lord Melarn... he doesn't warrant it." The last half of the statement was said in a vague tone, making it impossible to tell whether the Captain had utter confidence in Kal'esrïl's abilities or if he thought the loss wouldn't be such a loss.
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