Eight bolts of hellfire fly striking eight dragons, seven of them mere glamours dispelled with a touch, the third glances off your scales like water off an oiled cloak. Do they know fear? you wonder again as your own flames overtake them, licking hungrily at blackened plate and twisted flesh.

By some quirk of fate or unhallowed miracle one of them survives unharmed, the others burn in flames kindled of your blood, without even the chance to scream.
Yet even as you approach you hear the rhythmic strike of steel, scores of iron-shod feet in impossible synchronicity. As though standing still as statues awaiting some silent command, a score and more steel devils march up from below, ready to repel boarders even as the six bulging cauldron like things Yrten called Hellfire belches swivel in your direction seemingly directed by their own malignant will. If the Orthon seem brutish and slow, then these ancient warriors embedded in seamless steel hold only the cruel beauty of a blade's edge.

Not a score... two-and-thirty precisely, gathered in squads of eight, you realize even as the torrent of fire from your jaws engulfs one of the squares of infernal warriors where they stand.

The final Orthon had dropped its bow and recovered its jagged iron pike, trying to reach over Ser Richard's shoulder to strike at Dany. The knight's first blow severs the weapon, the second takes the devil's arm, and the third its life, while Dany hardly seems to notice.

By contrast Rina erects a wall of ice in an instant, the flawless surface reflecting scenes of havoc lit by crimson flames even as it encircles another of the hell-forged engines, while Waymar made wise by his earlier misadventure does not direct his magic towards another, but instead meets the charge of squad of Bueroza with his own, a pair of salamanders bearing heavy dragonglass axes protecting him from being surrounded by the baatezu.

One Hellfire Belcher Bound in Ice for 14 minutes

Enchanted bronze and the skill of scores of battles against foes far mightier than these serve Waymar in good stead as he slays one devil almost single-handedly and then a second weakened fiend on the back-swing, their armor-clad forms collapsing with a clang

Even as five more Ortons emerge, pikes bristling from below decks, and Siduri finally shows her hand, thrusting one of the steel-clad devils away from its fellows down the hatch in a clang of metal and infernal curses. The ropes at her feet twist and coil, weaving together with deadly intent. No fiends these, but you know them just the same. Mindless, deadly, called to serve, a pair of hangmen golems rise to their masters' calls.

You circle about the battle the words of battle magic swift and sure upon your tongue by spell and ancient memory.In but an instant fire pours out over the battlefield, slaying ten of the steel devils and wounding a further half-dozen near onto death. The devils' lines grow ragged, their chant falters from the many accursed voices lost to the roar of the flames.

Steel devil chant DC reduced to 19+spell level

Perhaps whatever shred of the Cornugon's essence still clinging to its sundered horn finds some twisted solace in the lesser fiends flight upon hearing of its defeat, for the magic is strong upon the hosts of Baator this day as ever the champion's word was. Seven of the eight fiends seeking to surround and slay Ser Richard flee in terror back into the hold. For his courage the knight cuts the eighth down where he stands.

All the while Waymar's sword shines, as a lone star upon the battlefield protecting one of the pirates fallen in his defense while the other fights back to back with the Valeman, all the differences of form, creed, or morals set aside in the face of ravening fiends. He takes stock of his place on the small mountain of festering corpses, and then of Purity sings as it flies through the air like an arrow from a bow, a needle of inviolate white piercing three fiends already scorched by warding flames clear through before finally stopping half buried in the breast of a fourth. As the devil reaches to draw the blade from its flesh it vanishes in a ripple of argent light returning at once to its bearer's hand.

The fiend that slithers onto the deck, its three-jawed mouth open in howl of rage, seems born of some fevered nightmare. Manlike from the waist up, save for its horns, wings, and glaring red eyes, its lower body melts into a slug's and from it oozing unnameable vileness. You know it now though you have never beheld its foul continence and hope never to do so again: Xerfilstyx, Hell's mad oracles, weaving prophecies from the broken memories lost to the Styx.

"I will have your eyes!" it screams at Ser Richard, possibly the first one it had laid eyes upon in its mad rage. A dreadful word in the tongue of wyrms, eldest of all mortal sages whose memories are washed on the banks of the River of Lost Dreams. The knight gazes back in defiance... and the word echoes back.

The sage devil's eyes burn into black pits as a full six-and-ten Bueroza march up to make a shield of steel and flesh around their appointed lord.

Alright, so far we have faced:
8 Orthon (all dead)
32 Steel Devils (reduced to four)
5 more Orthons
2 Hangman Golems (designated loot)
1 Xerfilstyx (blinded)
16 more Steel Devils (very close to being petrified)

This is a small army, holy shit.
 
I for one would rather give them the golems then some of the other stuff.
I wouldn't mind trading the golems in the same way I wouldn't mind buying something they claim for their side with our own cash.

But that the golems we improbably capture would go to the communal loot pile? Nah.

In fact, at the very least, the petrified devils should be ours by default, too.
 
Alright, so far we have faced:
8 Orthon (all dead)
32 Steel Devils (reduced to four)
5 more Orthons
2 Hangman Golems (designated loot)
1 Xerfilstyx (blinded)
16 more Steel Devils (very close to being petrified)

This is a small army, holy shit.
Shall we call on Goldfish and TNE to start making level-ups for Waymar, Tyene and Dany now?
 
I wouldn't mind trading the golems in the same way I wouldn't mind buying something they claim for their side with our own cash.

But that the golems we improbably capture would go to the communal loot pile? Nah.

In fact, at the very least, the petrified devils should be ours by default, too.

It doesn't work like that. We didn't bother to haggle, and stupidly agreed to terms as vague as 'half of everything". With terms like that, any claim taken could count against the full total.

Granted, we could just go back on our word and dictate new terms, but the very reason why we're flatly just offering half of what is essentially the sweat off our own brows is avoiding any drama from dealing in bad faith.

Furthermore, Yrten did go so far as to explicitly say "half of all slaves", which obviously could be construed as "any prisoners taken", because he's a slaver. I'm fairly sure they don't ransom the people they capture unless they're politically important enough.
 
Shall we call on Goldfish and TNE to start making level-ups for Waymar, Tyene and Dany now?
Yeah.

They actually should already qualify for the levelups given that we blasted through the three Turtle Ships, so this is really just icing on the cake.
It doesn't work like that. We didn't bother to haggle, and stupidly agreed to terms as vague as 'half of everything". With terms like that, any claim taken could count against the full total.

Granted, we could just go back on our word and dictate new terms, but the very reason why we're flatly just offering half of what is essentially the sweat off our own brows is avoiding any drama from dealing in bad faith.

Furthermore, Yrten did go so far as to explicitly say "half of all slaves", which obviously could be construed as "any prisoners taken", because he's a slaver. I'm fairly sure they don't ransom the people they capture unless they're politically important enough.
Yeah, and it's working against us here.

With that in mind I wanted to trade off the golems so we can keep the rest of the stuff.
 
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It doesn't work like that. We didn't bother to haggle, and stupidly agreed to terms as vague as 'half of everything". With terms like that, any claim taken could count against the full total.

Granted, we could just go back on our word and dictate new terms, but the very reason why we're flatly just offering half of what is essentially the sweat off our own brows is avoiding any drama from dealing in bad faith.

Furthermore, Yrten did go so far as to explicitly say "half of all slaves", which obviously could be construed as "any prisoners taken", because he's a slaver. I'm fairly sure they don't ransom the people they capture unless they're politically important enough.
Like I said, I'm expecting him to say nothing once an eyebrow is raised in his direction.
 
Also, I think on the matter of "complacency in negotiation" and as it related to "not wanting to take up another update with solely haggling", a mark against the idea someone suggested of "having half the following update be haggling, and the other half being the continuation of the next part" doesn't work unless we make the following haggling contingent on automatically accepting any second offer they give us, or we write out a lengthy treatise of what offers would be amenable to us, because then how will DP know if we want to accept the deal or not?

The problem lies inherently with us not just wanting to take the effort to decide what our aims from a contract are. If we fail to put any effort into visualizing the possibilities, then we deserve to stick to a shitty deal we cut thoughtlessly.

The whole fake propaganda of that one French King who wanted to tear down some place but was threatened with a lawsuit is obviously inaccurate, since autocrats can just turn around and do whatever the hell they want with no one reasonably able to stop them, but when your reputation cultivation is set against the standard of literal immortal spirits who expect you to hold to your word no matter what, we don't want to tarnish our actually pretty fucking sterling reputation for keeping our word.
 
Also, I think on the matter of "complacency in negotiation" and as it related to "not wanting to take up another update with solely haggling", a mark against the idea someone suggested of "having half the following update be haggling, and the other half being the continuation of the next part" doesn't work unless we make the following haggling contingent on automatically accepting any second offer they give us, or we write out a lengthy treatise of what offers would be amenable to us, because then how will DP know if we want to accept the deal or not?

The problem lies inherently with us not just wanting to take the effort to decide what our aims from a contract are. If we fail to put any effort into visualizing the possibilities, then we deserve to stick to a shitty deal we cut thoughtlessly.

The whole fake propaganda of that one French King who wanted to tear down some place but was threatened with a lawsuit is obviously inaccurate, since autocrats can just turn around and do whatever the hell they want with no one reasonably able to stop them, but when your reputation cultivation is set against the standard of literal immortal spirits who expect you to hold to your word no matter what, we don't want to tarnish our actually pretty fucking sterling reputation for keeping our word.
This.

We got ourself into a bad deal, but we have to stick with it now.

Going back on our word is not worth it considering we're trying to diplomance the Shaitan and Djinn right now.

Let's just get whatever we can from this battle and then keep going for the remaining three days of the action.
 
Your point being?

If he makes no claim to it, I don't see anything wrong with it. We aren't lawful-subtype. In fact, the thread always takes time to bash all of those bound by their subtypes.

What do you expect will happen? A minor decrease in loot, he barely had to fight for, is worth going about, shit talking this red dragon he just saw one-shot the huge devil army? Put it another way: would you?

We aren't on Big Brother. We aren't being filmed 24/7.

Why you guys are hidebound in behaving like the outsiders and gods and whatever you so love to denigrate?

What I suggest is to start rounding up the statues. If he makes a move to say something, raise an eyebrow.

That's it.
 
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It does.

Pay attention, Deliste was looking at the wrong version of Firebrand. The one we use, the newest one, caps at 10d6 on the first round, and half that on the second one if they were hit.

Nopeee. Still confused.
*Checks* ah, I see my error. I missed a word from your post.

Basically, you have 10d6 + 5d6 going up to 15d6 + Xd6... So

Mastery = 1/2 cha mod to (so 5) to hit die cap, so (10+5)d6 + (5+5)d6?

Correct? Also I would like to get an angel to create some of those shadow doom cubes on the devil's that fled Dany.
 
I foresee issues.

I think he won't raise a stink over it if you add a little carrot to the colossal stick. And no, I don't think offering to let them in on future raids fits the ticket, since even four of our PCs can handily capture at least a single Efreeti warship, which is a target I think the Golden Wind would have trouble cutting its teeth on, and as far as I know, the only two PCs they have on our Companions' level are Yrten and his pet mage.

Who's so far the prettiest bit of potential loot I've seen on this trip so far, and partially what makes me inclined not to raise a stink over Bateezu garbage barges...

TNE: I can castigate angels and fiends on being hidebound all day, but the fact of the matter is I'm so used to them absolutely refusing to see past transgressions that act as a mark against their subtype that I just act in consideration of their sensibilities as a matter of course.

We have had so many issues with nearly butting up against some Outsider's buttons. Maybe dictating new terms inspite of giving our word won't have any effect on relations with others, aside from this pirate crew.

Who cares about the pirates? Except other pirates?

Keep in mind Yrten probably has a pretty big reputation around these parts, and our plan involved hiring corsairs to do the ongoing heavy lifting in our ongoing fight with the Efreeti out on the High Seas of Flame.
 
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*shrug* Vote for what you want. You know I'm the devil's advocate around here, dude.
 
Maybe dictating new terms inspite of giving our word won't have any effect on relations with others, aside from this pirate crew.
What terms?

I'm explicitly saying we don't say anything.

If you want to play lawful outsider, statues of our own making aren't every mentioned in the terms of our agreement. We saying nothing is, by definition, not dictating terms or violating anything.

Do you honestly believe this would be any problem at all? That every fucking outsider out there is fucking omniscient and will instantly attack anyone who's ever gotten fucking greedy?
 
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It's quibbling over words when I'm almost certain in just this case, outlaw types like these care more about the spirit of any agreement than the letter.

If it was a military expedition of Shaitan out here for some reason then you can bet your ass they'd be working by the letter instead. But that's more to the case of us sealing a deal with Yrten over a spit and shake, and every deal with the Shaitan with a twenty page written contract.
 
Honestly can we leave the loot division debates until after we clear out the ship. I know we screwed up in the opening negotiations. We can see about it at the end.

Right now we have to clear the deck and then secure the rest of the ship. Take stock on exactly what other slaves they have here other than the Coatl and see if they are even something we would care about.

With that said. Would anybody object to just dictating the split to thi guy at the end and calling it an even split? He certainly wouldn't. Not even to anybody else. At this point I expect him to accept any recruitment pitch we make. Let's just focus on the XP bags for now.
 
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Honestly can we leave the loot division debates until after we clear out the ship. I know we screwed up in the opening negotiations. We can see about it at the end.

Right now we have to clear the deck and then secure the rest of the ship. Take stock on exactly what other slaves they have here other than the ckCoatl and see if they are even something we would care about.

People advocating for renegotiation of something that DP has made clear he sees as an open and shut deal shaken on, plainly don't see it that way. They think we can just wordlessly refuge in audacity and take what we want, call it not part of the unwritten stakes, and dare them to say anything.

What if they do? We didn't do a very good job of hiding how we're not a typical Red Dragon. My first response to getting called out on my bullshit... would actually be to concede the point, since I don't like to deal in bullshit.

Which makes your entire point meaningless?

No.
 
I think we should have gone with
"In light of my increased contribution to the fight, i only ask for the right to attempt to recruit any of the survivors to my service"
And then shamelessly poach the Valyrian thiefling.
 
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