Treasure Ship Hunt

[Iron Dragoon]

"Ril'kasa. One last thing."

Alyssa flies closer to him, pulling her great axe up in front of her like a countertop to lean her elbows on it.

"The thing that did this to your ship? Have you so much as seen one yet? Because we have the body."

Alyssa gives him a smile at this.

[Anastasia]

Ril'kasa gives you a long glare after that, then turns away, his bubble likewise moving back somewhat, giving both groups space.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa motions Jarem over so she can speak to him quietly.

"Have our people ready. I doubt he'll outright attack us, but they may decide this information is too sensitive to chance. Have the evokers and abjurers focus on their spellcasters and clerics. I want our clerics and generalists set up to bog down their vanguard. Outside of that, have your people prioritize as you see fit; you and yours know what you're doing."

[Anastasia]

A nod. "At best, they take it and plan to watch us, attempt to get it back later or otherwise deal with us. Manageable if that's what they try. Otherwise...I agree, we had best be ready for a battle if that happens, Queen. Fortunately, I'm here to help, so we'll be fine." A boyish smile shows on his face, "What's a few hundred gith but a warm up?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa snorts.

"A hell of a way to make a splash if we win. Be ready to get our people out if we need to. I've got Greater Plane Shift ready, but that won't get everyone out."

[Anastasia]

"If it goes south, we lose people win or lose," Jarem agrees, "Let's hope he's willing to roll over on this one."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Mmm. I think he hates me, but yes, let's hope."

[Anastasia]

Roll and post 1d100, there's some flat luck here.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d100
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 3 > [d100=3]

[Anastasia]

Chatting. Preparations. It's barely five minutes before you see it far away in the muck. Everything glows brightly, illuminating the ooze. Amid the cries of surprise the githyanki abruptly begin falling back. Jarem readies his sword and shield as...

Twin portals appear, vast and swirling. From them they emerge, two more githyanki ships, sailing through the ooze as if wasn't there. At the same time Ril'kasa begins to approach, calling in a booming voice, echoing far too loudly to be normal, "I believe it is time to parley again!"

[Iron Dragoon]

How unstable is the crashed ship? If I dump something like a Volcanic Genesis under it, would it be reasonable that it blows up?

And what's my distance to the ships and Ril'kasa?

[Anastasia]

Your group is about 500ft from the crashed ship. The other two ship sand Ril'kasa are approximately 800ft away and only slowly, slowly approaching now that parley has been called.

It may or may not blow it up, but it would at least set it on fire. If that reached the crystal, the idea regarding it would be dimensionally explosive.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Jarem, are our people set up to evac? How long do we need?"

[Anastasia]

"A few minutes for a full evacuation, less than a minute for an emergency one, but we'll lose some supplies that way," Jarem says, eyes on the ships. "I think they're going to try and force this. Got a plan?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hmmm... I don't have much in the way of wide-spread offensive magic... I can cast a couple Vitrification Bombs and a Volcano Genesis. And mimic any 8th circle or lower spell. I've got some decent personal defenses they likely aren't expecting. As long as they target me, I can negate a fair number of spells. What do you think? Push the subject or not? We can call in our own reinforcements now that the distortion has stabilized."