3. Skyway Robbery - Genesis 18:32
05-04-2020, 07:44 PM
[Andrea Second Wind x1: 9,6,5,5,4+MD:9 Result: Flex it]
[Andrea Second Wind x2: 9,7,5,4,2+MD:9 Result: Flex it]
[Andrea Second Wind x3: 8,5,5,1,1+MD:8 Result: Flex it real good]
[Andrea Vigor Roll x1: 10,9,8,7,4,2 Result: Don't heal it]
[Andrea Vigor Roll x2: 9,9,8,7,6,3 Result: Heal it
[Andrea Vigor Roll x3: 10,8,8,6,1,1 Result: Heal it]
[Andrea Vigor Roll x4: 10,8,7,2,2,1 Result: Heal it real good]
[Finch Vigor Roll: 7,5,4,1,1 Result: Heal it]
[Judy Vigor Roll: 10,8 Result: Injuries sustained]
[Judy Healing Roll: 8,8,5,3,2,1 Result: Someone gonna feel better]
[Zwiche Vigor Roll: 10,9,6,4,1 Result: Too big for natural healing]
The party seeks out basic accommodations and finds a semblance of it in the form of thin blankets and open space by a fire. Many injured Confederate soldiers are being assisted back from the battlefield to the treatment tents. Those with lesser injuries are made to wait along the fencing the separates the healers from the soldiers in general. There is word of heroics performed by a female captain at the front with a mighty enchanted shield. They tell that thanks to her efforts they have rebuffed powerful tattooed warcasters from the plains that made it to the combat soon after the ships came crashing down.
The party passes into sleep easily and remain soundly asleep until the mid morning.
They return to consciousness feeling refreshed. The soldiers are sympathetic to the efforts made and losses suffered by the party on behalf of the Confederacy and allow them to take from the army food rations. After biting through their bread and drinking down the salt water dubbed "broth" (in an unsatisfying quantity for Zwiche) the group makes their way towards the command tent in hopes of finding the general or at the very least his sister.
Displeased officers come out of the command tent. They exchange glances with the party. Their expressions convey misplaced contempt and ample frustration. A soldier posted by the tent responds to the party's arrival with pleasant shock.
Posted Soldier-[Imperial]: "Fortune upon me. The general seeks thy presence. His lordship tasked me with finding your lot but it appears the hidden gods want my morning to pass in comfort. He is without guests, go on, go on."
He ushers the the party into the command tent.
Inside, the general and his sister are in the same positions as the last time the party spoke with them. Marcienne paces behind her brother's collection of cushions. She wears a scratched and beaten armored kilt on her lower half. Spots of blood on her armor and stains of dirt standing out against her pitch dark skin hint that she has not fully rested since yesterdays combat. Marcutio appears pristine, with his circular shield resting at his back. He looks up from a leather map covered with miniature soldiers and knights to see who entered his tent. His eyebrows perk up for a minute before he returns his gaze to the map.
Marcutio-[Imperial]: "Reward for mercenaries is arranged at the quartermaster's tent."
Marcutio picks another miniature soldier from a basket at the table's side and places it on the markings for the Confederate camp. Marcienne rolls her eyes at her brother's fiddling.
Marcutio-[Imperial]: "The survivors have the sympathy of the army, the casualties art given their prayers. The captain and the surviving souls he commands have lost a great deal. The army will increase their compensation for testimony to the events in the skyship engagements of the previous night."
Marcienne-[Imperial]: "Be plain. There is coin in it for the lot of you in return for detailed report to the events that sent four Confederate skyships tumbl-"
Marcutio slams his hand loudly on the wartable, but says nothing and keeps his gaze trained downwards. Marcienne quiets down and looks at the party expectingly.
[Andrea Second Wind x2: 9,7,5,4,2+MD:9 Result: Flex it]
[Andrea Second Wind x3: 8,5,5,1,1+MD:8 Result: Flex it real good]
[Andrea Vigor Roll x1: 10,9,8,7,4,2 Result: Don't heal it]
[Andrea Vigor Roll x2: 9,9,8,7,6,3 Result: Heal it
[Andrea Vigor Roll x3: 10,8,8,6,1,1 Result: Heal it]
[Andrea Vigor Roll x4: 10,8,7,2,2,1 Result: Heal it real good]
[Finch Vigor Roll: 7,5,4,1,1 Result: Heal it]
[Judy Vigor Roll: 10,8 Result: Injuries sustained]
[Judy Healing Roll: 8,8,5,3,2,1 Result: Someone gonna feel better]
[Zwiche Vigor Roll: 10,9,6,4,1 Result: Too big for natural healing]
The party seeks out basic accommodations and finds a semblance of it in the form of thin blankets and open space by a fire. Many injured Confederate soldiers are being assisted back from the battlefield to the treatment tents. Those with lesser injuries are made to wait along the fencing the separates the healers from the soldiers in general. There is word of heroics performed by a female captain at the front with a mighty enchanted shield. They tell that thanks to her efforts they have rebuffed powerful tattooed warcasters from the plains that made it to the combat soon after the ships came crashing down.
The party passes into sleep easily and remain soundly asleep until the mid morning.
[24.2.343]
They return to consciousness feeling refreshed. The soldiers are sympathetic to the efforts made and losses suffered by the party on behalf of the Confederacy and allow them to take from the army food rations. After biting through their bread and drinking down the salt water dubbed "broth" (in an unsatisfying quantity for Zwiche) the group makes their way towards the command tent in hopes of finding the general or at the very least his sister.
Displeased officers come out of the command tent. They exchange glances with the party. Their expressions convey misplaced contempt and ample frustration. A soldier posted by the tent responds to the party's arrival with pleasant shock.
Posted Soldier-[Imperial]: "Fortune upon me. The general seeks thy presence. His lordship tasked me with finding your lot but it appears the hidden gods want my morning to pass in comfort. He is without guests, go on, go on."
He ushers the the party into the command tent.
Inside, the general and his sister are in the same positions as the last time the party spoke with them. Marcienne paces behind her brother's collection of cushions. She wears a scratched and beaten armored kilt on her lower half. Spots of blood on her armor and stains of dirt standing out against her pitch dark skin hint that she has not fully rested since yesterdays combat. Marcutio appears pristine, with his circular shield resting at his back. He looks up from a leather map covered with miniature soldiers and knights to see who entered his tent. His eyebrows perk up for a minute before he returns his gaze to the map.
Marcutio-[Imperial]: "Reward for mercenaries is arranged at the quartermaster's tent."
Marcutio picks another miniature soldier from a basket at the table's side and places it on the markings for the Confederate camp. Marcienne rolls her eyes at her brother's fiddling.
Marcutio-[Imperial]: "The survivors have the sympathy of the army, the casualties art given their prayers. The captain and the surviving souls he commands have lost a great deal. The army will increase their compensation for testimony to the events in the skyship engagements of the previous night."
Marcienne-[Imperial]: "Be plain. There is coin in it for the lot of you in return for detailed report to the events that sent four Confederate skyships tumbl-"
Marcutio slams his hand loudly on the wartable, but says nothing and keeps his gaze trained downwards. Marcienne quiets down and looks at the party expectingly.
