Behold H'Catha (Part 4)

DM-Tareth · March 26

Her outer membrane still rippling from the blast, Yahs flattens herself on the ground. Although she thought it wasn't possible, her opinion of Fleet security sinks to even greater depths as the pair of Giff rise from the smoldering blast area and begin spraying lead across the landing bay. Unable to do much from this distance, she stays plastered to the ground and begins to slide and slither forward using whatever debris, smoke and rubble she can find as cover.

OOC: Moving forward 40' and trying to maintain either full or partial cover within the rubble if possible. Taking the Dodge Action.

Edited March 26 by DM-Tareth (see edit history)

Cointhief · March 26

@KingGoblin Lazuli to go.

ooc: Yes, there is half cover available. The grenade blasted a hole in the deck, so you could also get full cover by jumping down about 10 ft...not really an easy way up thought without taking the long way around.

KingGoblin · March 27

Lazuli Lazali Lulura, AKA Squishy

Saves: Str -1 | Dex +3 | Con +1 | Int +2 | Wis +6 | Cha +0

Resistances: Acid and Poison

Lazuli took the shots, protected by their spores, and advanced on the giff, a fungal avenging angel. "Oh, you two are going to have a really bad day," they comment, as more spores lift off the ground around them and reform, patching all the wounds, and leaving a yellow-green haze in the air. "Fortunately for you, at least it will be an exceptionally short day, as well."

OOC

Moving towards the giff, 30', and activating Symbiotic Entity. Well, one of the symbiotic entities. The bones stay inside, for now.

Edited March 27 by KingGoblin (see edit history)

Cointhief · March 27

Celsior takes a gamble with Saerthe's latest mix, chucking the thumbnail sized glass vial against the grain of the bullets. With a crisp metallic *ding* it strikes the fallen signal bell within the ship debris, but as a vicious black sphere starts to crackle and grow, the doppler effect stretches the pitch into a deepening *dong*.

The giff shift their stance as gravity is altered.

"Huh?" one of them grunts.

"...bastards using mind-flayer tech! We should get paid double for this..." the other laments. "...oh shit..."

Suddenly the cloud of rubble leaps into the air with a life of its own. A whirlwind of planks, ropes, portholes and space barnacles smashes together with the all the force of a collapsing star. The ship's mooring creaks, the ballistae twist to new coordinates in their turrets. One entire sail gets loose and is sucked up and gone instantly.

*SquawK* In a burst of feathers, a passing seagull discovers negative space as its unfortunate trajectory finds itself beyond Celsior's event horizon. Mr. Bigglesworth, who had been stealthily hunting said seagull, screeches and scrapes across the deck with all 4 paws 'n claws as the kitty attempts to avoid the same fate.

One of the commando's battle shirts is ripped clean off, revealing an embarrassing "No Regerts" tattoo on the hippo's manboob. They both get shredded by the swirling debris, but their shear inertia overpowers the pull of the light-eating nega-sphere.

Yahs and Lazuli use the distraction to dash forward, with the former being much more cautious than the latter. Yahs resembles a pool of mercury roiling across the waxed planks before puddling up behind the gyrocompass. Squishy resembles...well a big puff mushroom with bones in it.

"Cover me!" the bare-chested one shouts as it rips another grenade from his belt. The other lets loose a few shots until he can get into position to throw.

You've always heard of giff and their affinity for guns and explosives, but never really understood the pure destructive force these spacefaring militants have perfected. Until now. Another impossible shot careens off a metal hook, ricocheting directly into Celsior's throat.

As the Prince of Alfheim reaches his hand up to stop the artery overflow, *KERPLOW* another huge section of the deck is vaporized, tumbling into the ocean hundreds of feet below. At this rate, there soon won't be much of the main deck left...or the ship.

The rest of the Academy doesn't seem to be faring any better. A small explosion blows a hail of glass out a few levels above, releasing a thick plume of black smoke. The Academy's nautical alarm *AwoooGaaa*s, signaling an attack on what looks to be the brig...where Miken is (or was) being securely detained.

All, make a dexterity saving throw DC 15 to take half the 17 grenade (force) damage.

Yahs has both a +2 to the dex save from half cover and advantage on the save from Dodge.

Celsior takes 12 piercing from another lucky giff crit.

The sterncastle and main deck are highly damaged. The forecastle is still untouched, as is the cargo deck. You are on the main deck (what is left of it) near the spelljamming helm and chart room, which are now open to the sky (10 and 11). Despite the difficult terrain, everyone is now within a move of either giff.

giff 1: -22-7
giff 2: -22-7

Round 2:
Lazuli
Seal Team 6
Yahs, Celsior <--UP

Edited March 27 by Cointhief (see edit history)

JubalBreakbottle · March 27

Celsior Loriniscil, Prince of Alfheim

Inspiration Yes | HP 0/27 | HD 4/4 | Step 2/2 | Shield 1/1

Bladesong 1/2 | Recovery 2/2 | 1st-level 4/4 | 2nd-level 3/3

Celsior could not react fast enough impose his magical shield before catching a ricochet shrapnel in the throat. He grabs his throat to apply pressure.

But he takes a grenade to the face and falls down in a crumple.

Still out in the open, he closes on the giffs stopping to gurgle, "Fuego!" Releasing purple flames around the hippos. When the incinerator stops, he grins and disappears for an instant before reappearing next to Yahs behind his cover.

Mechanics

Active: Blade Song AC 18. round 2 of 10

Move toward giffs

Action cast Burning Hands at 2nd level

Bonus Action: Activate Starlight Step back near Yahs behind +2 cover

Reaction cast Shield AC 23 if necessary

Edited March 27 by JubalBreakbottle (see edit history)

DM-Tareth · March 27

From behind the battered of the docking area and several useless crates of Scramsax Delights Citrus Burst Fruit Cocktail, Yahs hears the metallic plunk of the grenade and flattens herself even further. The move protects her from the worst of the explosive's harm although the shockwave batters her liquid form creating an odd rippling wave to roil across her body. As her nose slowly flows up and around her head and down her back, a pair of nearby cadets turn a deep shade of green before sending their morning breakfast spewing down into the new Academy Landing Pad Skylight.

With the near annihilation of Mr. Biggleworth, several angry mews erupt from the padded pack Yahs had been using to carry the kittens as she helped them case....errrr....gave them a friendly tour of the Academy. Seeing that this seemed like the very thing she and Lou had been training the single-eyed felines for, she flips open the knapsack flap and points at the pair of heavily armed giffs.

"For Cindy Clawford! Destroy the intruders!" She yells to the laser armed fluff balls. "Before they destroy all the damned treats!"

She then ducks back down to avoid both the giffs and her feline allies.

Dex Save

Adv Dex Save

Kitten Laser Strike

Edited March 27 by DM-Tareth (see edit history)

Cointhief · March 27

@JubalBreakbottle There was also a grenade to roll for. Dex save 15 to take half of 17 force.

JubalBreakbottle · March 27

26 minutes ago, Cointhief said:

@JubalBreakbottle There was also a grenade to roll for. Dex save 15 to take half of 17 force.

Oh?! And down.

Edited March 27 by JubalBreakbottle (see edit history)

KingGoblin · March 28

Lazuli Lazali Lulura, AKA Squishy

Saves: Str -1 | Dex +3 | Con +1 | Int +2 | Wis +6 | Cha +0

Resistances: Acid and Poison

Lazuli reacts quickly as the grenade is thrown, as they throw spores of their own at it. The spores burn away, but protect Lazuli from any actual damage to themself. Irresistibly unstoppable, they close in on the closest giff, and raises an appendage. "Feed," they command, and bones burst from their body, as spores swirl around the enemies in rage.

OOC

Made the save, so 8 damage to THP from the bomb.

Trying out the Bone Swarm. 4d8 of whatever damage type it chooses, with a +7 to hit.

Also, at the beginning of the giff's turn, one of them will have to make a DC 14 Con save or take 2d4 damage from the spore cloud.

Edited March 28 by KingGoblin (see edit history)

Cointhief · March 28

Celsior falls against the smokepowder doomsday the two giff shipmates has managed to conjure, caught by a concussive force wave slowly pulling up and exchanging planks on the portside to starboard and vice versa. Just before Celsior looses consciousness, he might wonder if this is end of the Flighty Foundling...might wonder what the gnomes' pretentiously babbled harmonies might say about a pair of giff commandos. ~When a 20ft radius blast wave sours the morning, 2pm is too late for cracking open that whiskey...~ The Prince's eyes closed, tinking cheers to his ancestors and sipping the drink of death.

The one-eyed H'cathan death kitties tumble out of Yahs' knapsack, and begin assembling into the acrobatic, stacked triangular tower they were trained for. Rutger Meower wasn't having it. Licking his paws casually, he addressed the other kittens, explaining why he refused to participate *...I've seen things you wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion...I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannmauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain...* His yowling monologue is interrupted abruptly when another kitten's tail fluff finds itself firmly in Rutger's face. Too lazy to move, the cat endures the fluff in silent consternation, its eyes narrowing slightly.

The bones choose blunts.

Making a mockery of everything life stands for, the bones eviscerate Squishy as they erupt forth, clawing for blood and greater torments. Knuckles merge with elbows, knees coalesce around heels. The swarm of bones grows a tetrad of swirling, Frankenstein fists, pummeling the giff into submission. With each punch, the choir of unholy angels praises the splatter and pain as the hippo's solid frame is bruised and broken.

Lazuli can sense the bones wont be satisfied until they have consumed every last joint and tendon.

The giff has other plans, however. It draws a long, glistening space saber and slashes the bones back to their mother...but the bones give no ground to the swordfighting spaceman. Perhaps the thousands of tiny puffspores flowing into his big hippo nostrils and now consuming him from the inside is a tad distracting. His mate across the way grits his blocky, omnivorous teeth and levels the musket at the terrifying blob of mushroom plasmoid and evil bones...but the chaotic form foils the sharpshooter's practiced aim.

...and still more explosions ring out through the halls of the Academy. Another window shatters as a body is tossed outside, and you watch a vorpal sword wielding Starguard tumble to his death below. The swirling school of ghost fish phase through the rock and scatter, startled by the great predator within. The alarm continues to blare.

Yes, sorry for the drop. The radius on their bombs is pretty insane, equal to fireball and all force damage.

Giff 1 in in melee with Squishy/Bones. Giff 2 is nearby but not adjacent. Yahs is 20 ft from either giff. Celsior is farther away at 60ft having not moved during combat (please correct me, I feel like I missed a move somewhere), and unconscious.

giff 1: -22-7-23-6 (looking bloodied)
giff 2: -22-7

Round 3:
Lazuli
Seal Team 6
Yahs, Celsior <--UP

Edited March 28 by Cointhief (see edit history)

DM-Tareth · March 29

Yahs curses and makes a mental note to run Rutger Meower through a Voight_Kampff test the next time she had a chance. If the tryants were churning out one-eyed, laser kitten automatons, she should probably let someone know. At the very least, she might have to adjust her training tactics. Unfortunately, the rather belligerent, heavily armed giffs made it difficult to truly address the lack of feline discipline. So she tosses Mr. Beepo, the kitten's favorite space clown chew toy off to the side of the combat to draw their attention before sliding forward to engage the less wounded of the two attackers with mop and pod.

Mop Attack

Mop Damage

Flurry of Blows

Flurry Damage

Flurry of Blows plus Necro

Flurry Damage

Crit Mop Damage

Edited March 29 by DM-Tareth (see edit history)

Cointhief · March 29

The rustic brown dongles of Yahs' mophead found a perfect aerodynamic shape, like the tense tentacles of a squid in a burst of speed. The giff tried to jump over it, but his awkward, stubby hippopatamus legs couldn't escape the 3 x Action Scrubbling Bubbles of Yahs latest mix. With a zesty Peruvian Spring smell, and biodegradable detergents, Yahs had the confidence that bacteria and bad odors were the least of her concerns.

Toppled by the leg sweep, the ferocious Anirys let loose a devastating followup. The plasmoid's form, unbound by the limits of joints, found fantastic solutions to the traditional defenses of Giffian Hoof to Hoof combat. The random, looping appendages tied a knot of the giff's hands before pummeling him endlessly...a dark halo of death energy somehow being summoned by the forbidden forms of the tentacle.

All hits. :)

@KingGoblin to go

KingGoblin · March 30

Lazuli Lazali Lulura, AKA Squishy

Saves: Str -1 | Dex +3 | Con +1 | Int +2 | Wis +6 | Cha +0

Resistances: Acid and Poison

With glee, more than several orifices open up on Lazuli's body, all laughing and growling and moaning in pleasure at the destruction they continue to bring to bear on the poor, stupid giff aggressor. "One more skull for my collection," they say, in maddening glee.

OOC

Bonus action: Cast Shillelagh

Action: Attack the giff

Reaction: Spore Cloud Smite! DC 14 Con save to avoid

Edited March 30 by KingGoblin (see edit history)

Cointhief · March 30

Another rip of sunlit starmetal peels off the commando's back, the battle hardened shock warriors make a terrible last stand. It is said older giff often choose to go out this way, to prove their fighting spirit lasts to the very end. The heavy, slow strikes of the invaders were a ticking timer, the mechanism wound up by their endless training. The cold reflective glass of their space visors concealed the wild bloodlust in their eyes as they hacked...slashed...and conquered.

Laz takes 10 slashing.

Yahs takes 9 slashing.

giff 1: -70 (near death)
giff 2: -56 (bloodied)
[AC 12]

Round 4:
Lazuli
Seal Team 6
Yahs, Celsior <--UP

Edited March 30 by Cointhief (see edit history)

KingGoblin · March 31

Lazuli Lazali Lulura, AKA Squishy

Saves: Str -1 | Dex +3 | Con +1 | Int +2 | Wis +6 | Cha +0

Resistances: Acid and Poison

Whenever Lazuli's turn comes up, they continue laughing, even as the spores coating them are slashed away, pulling a tiny bit of their actual body with them. "Come on, bro. Try that again. If you think you're HARD enough!" they scream, even as they continue bashing away with their magical prosthetic leg.

OOC

Action: Attack the giff

Reaction: Spore Cloud Smite! DC 14 Con save to avoid

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