RP Channel Fleet

[Tangential]

*as the ships pass each other, he punches his fist upwards into the air* FIRE THE CANNONS!! For France! Marines, aim at the enemy - Kill as many operating the cannons as possible first! *he points to the other men, waiting to attack on the ship* You men! Help reload the cannons faster. The rest of you, shoot from all angles of the ship. Protect the men on the broadside! FASTER! No mercy!

[Crosshair]

Splinters and iron fly, along with blood and bone as the shot slams into the Sparrow...

*He is thrown to the floor as a ball passes close to him* Marines, fire! *his men open up on the French quarter deck, dropping enemies and making the open deck a deadly place. A swivvel gun barks loudly and several frenchmen on the forcastle of the loire disappear in a gout of blood as the small shot of grape tears through them...*

Keep on firing lads, shoot low, pick your man!


Roll for the British ship:
Cantr Freak: 2
Joo: 5
Trexdino: 2
Crosshair: 4

No deaths for the Sparrow

Roll for Loire, (musket fire)
Pie: 3
Dogonabun: 4
Tangential: 5
Toon: 2

No deaths for the Loire.


The two ships slow as the battle intensifies... the sea officers seeing the best course to take whilst the men fire at one another

*He looks over at the First Officer through the malestrom* Gods sake! order us to return fire sir!

[Pie]

Come on men! Now fire the chain shot! aim high, let's cripple her wile we can, then we'll be running circles around her. Comeon, as one now, FIRE!

[Crosshair]

Load and fire, marines! *he curses* Joo, we need to fire the cannons or we'el be pounded to matchwood! *he growls and turns to the men* Fire a broadside, keep firing, double shot the guns!

The massive volleys thundered, mixed in with the lighter crack of small arms... the French and British hulls so close they could be touched from a gunport, and firing iron into each other to create carnage below decks. Marines and seamen, British and French alike, die horribly as the onslaught continues

*he takes out one of his pistols, and aims it at a gun crew on the poop deck. He fires, and his target disappears in a cloud of gunsmoke. He steps to the side to see a man staring at him through dead eyes, his head resting on his cannon, probably red hot and scorching him as he dies from the bullet wound to his chest* Boarders, boarders to me! Pikes and dirks, lets go! Wait for my command! *he looks to his sergeant* Get these men ready to board that bastard! *he winces and blood spatters across his face as his sergeant falls to the deck, blood gouting from his neck* Jesus christ! *he looks at the remains of his marines* Keep firing lads! Keep on firing!

[Tangential]

*he raises his own musket up and fires at various individuals scattered over the Sparrow ship. He shouts out* Ready, men! Half of you, on my order, charge onto the ship. Cover each other's backs, don't let one of our men be unprotected! The other half, keep shooting from here until we need refreshed men! LOAD THOSE CANNONS! FIRE! *he fires a few shots in between the load booms of the cannon shots* CHARGE!!! *he orders as the signals the men to board the Sparrow ship*

[joo]

*He whisks out his pistol and fires it into the air* Fire at will! Stop them from getting to our deck at all costs. Lieutenant! Get ready to board them as soon as possible *pauses and look around wildly* And somone, take down that damned french flag and put up our true colours! *He draws his saber* For the King, for Britannia!

[Crosshair]

*he watches the surge of French sailors charging him* Marines, to me! Repel boarders! *His men line up beside him, and load*

Present!

*25 muskets raise, aiming at the charging mass*

Fire!

* the volley tears into the enemy, dropping many... it was hard to miss at such a short range*

Good lads! Now charge them with bayonets and get rid of them! Boarders, follow me! *he draws his sabre, takes his other pistol in his hand and charges towards the melee* Kill them lads! In the name of the king! Kil them!

Above the smoke and noise, the white ensign rises, flapping in the breeze. Men cheer as they see it, and charge, blood crazed and mad with a thirst for revenge, butchering screaming french and being butchered alike. volleys crack, iron and steel clangs on steel and slices through flesh.

* The leiutenant charges, slashing at a french petty officer, dropping him to the deck, gurgling. He fires his pistol at point blank into the stomach of a man who is wrestling one of his marines to the ground. The man looks at him shocked, and falls to the deck without a sound. Crosshair then grabs his pistol by the barrel and uses it as a club, laying about him, parrying and slashing, screaming wildly, his uniform spattered with blood and torn.*

Sparrows! to me! Charge them down lads!

Second battle roll for the british today, (from now on, if in battle, two rolls will be made)

Cantr Freak: 5
Joo: 5
Trexdino: 1
Crosshair: 2

Trexdino is killed. You may RP how .


French roll:
Pie: 5
Tangential: 2
Dogonabun: 2
Toon: 3

No losses for the French.

Suggest a rule change: if 3 or less is rolled, wounds will occur, the lower the number, the more severe the wound.

[Pie]

(OOC: well how about that only when in close quarters. Pretty sure that if your hit with a cannon, your dead. And the splintering wood beam things that it causes would be pretty deadly too, not easy to survive. How about when it's cannon, you role and if you role a 5 or 6, you survive, 5 it's minor, 6 it's major. if its minor, role a dice every turn and if you role 3 or under it turns into major, (it rots, you know) or if it's allready major if its 3 or less your dead, if it's more than you go back down to minor. same deal with when it's closed quarters. 3 is really minor, 2 is medeum, 1 is almost fatal, if you roll double 1 in close quarters your dead, and one healing role of under 3 will get you one levle above what you allready are.)

(oh, also, I think we should get an extra role, becaus of my smarticity and the secont attack we got with our cannon, the chain shot, falling rigging and the like. :p :p. no I'm serious. (within 10 seconts, I might add, not quick enough for them to reload and attack back at us. Aren't we still like at a T? I'm broadside and their still coming at us?)

(iff were still like a T, then let's do this)
Allright men, drop the portside anker! Will be broadside to broadside with them in minuts (like on pirates of the caribiean 1. hah, that was a guud un) We won't have any brits crashing into our ship. Come on men! Heave too And border the ship!

Muskateers form ranks on their bow when we have it under our controll. We'll sure to be taking them as a prize soon enough! *climes to the middle of one of the sails, grabs a rope and swings over, pulling out his rapier, killing a few men as he lands, has a quick fight with one man, out manuvering him and easily stabbing him, then turns and uses his body as a sheild against another onslaught of muskets, feerfull that one might have peirced both of them. He then turns and seeks out the enimy captain, fighting towards him in the ever escalating battle* Lets have at you, fools that you are.

[Crosshair]

OOC: If you'd paid attention, you'd notice that the two ships are broadside to broadside already, and grappled... in fact a lot of your sailors have boarded ours and my leiutenant is putting up a defence... meanwhile the cannons are hammering each other to bits...))


*he ducks and weaves, bringing his knee up into the groin of a screaming frenchman with a boarding axe, and beating him down with the butt of his pistol, shouting* Marines, to me! Rally to me!

*Suddenly, he comes face to face with a splendidly dressed officer, a French naval captain* You monsieur, en garde! *he lunges at the man with his sabre*


Roll for Pie and Crosshair, in single combat
Pie: 2
Crosshair: 1

Pie is badly injured, Crosshair is killed.



*Seeing the blade sink into the man's shoulder, leaving a deep cut, he side steps to attack again, but just as he does so, the French officer remises to his chest in a smart cutover, cutting him from navel to neck... Crosshair chokes, falling to his knees and looking down to see his blood and the sickly blue sheen of his guts visible through the gold and red of his uniform... before falling on his face and dying in a gurgle of blood welling up from his throat*

[Tangential]

*he looks up and sees the Captain flying to the otherside. He looks a bit shocked but immediately reacts by signalling the other half of his men to protect Pie* Those on cannons, KEEP LOADING AND FIRING! Those around the cannons, PROTECT OUR MEN! Every shot counts. Shoot and hit! No misses!

*he motions to the rest of the marines* I want half of the rest of you to stay here and wait until we need more reinforcements. While boarded on this ship, shoot for key officers. Look at the uniforms and keep protecting our men! *he turns to the remaining men* Follow my lead and steer clear from the cannon line!

*he runs to one end of the ship and swings to the other side, boarding the Sparrow. He is followed by another handful of marines who all quickly slashes at the enemies, clearing the area of that section of the ship* CLEAR THE AREA, MEN!

[Pie]

(ooc: AAK! sorries. Was confuseld. Don't have much energy quite as of yet. Oh, and i should have reconsiderd jumping over, 'caus i'm the captain, but i thought that a captain such as I should kill the other captain in a glorious duel to the death! weee!)

*grits his teeth in pain as the confrontation with the british officer is ended, Makes a sign of the cross and progressavely moves to the area were Tangential is* Quite a fight, isn't it? If I'm to ask the men to do something that i'm not willing to do... well that would show lack of courage on my part and probably caus lack of moral in the men. Have we muskets on board? if we don't then bring some over, Lets set them up quickly, .3 men deep and as whide as we can get it. And lets get a small party of sharpshooters up in the topgallants. And lets have another party to take controll of their swivvle cannon. (ooc:ack spelling) we'll controll their ship soon enough.

[trexdino]

*A cannon ball smashes threw the side of the ship, hiting a sailor's leg and blowing it right off. As that happens, he makes the cannon misfire, shooting backwards straight into Trexdino's gut*

[CantrFreak]

(OOC: Been on vacation. I'm leaving again soon.)

*The Captain of the Sparrow watches as the battle goes on with a smile while his heavily armed guard supports the lower British marines from thier eleveated position.*

Seems as if Crosshairs dead. Good. The marines are under my direct command from now on. I want them to charge the enemy head on supported by our sailors armed with pistols. Thier goal is to wreak havoc and make thier way down into the cannon decks and take out the sailors thier. Also, throw our torches to thier ship.

By the way, have a few sailors below deck remove a cannon or use an existing hole and create a ladder going from there to a hole in thier ship and cross it. We'll catch 'em off guard and get some focus of our ships and on the ladders. If we're lucky will take down a few cannons also. Always have at least two ladders being prepared.

And... and is that the Loire Captain? *He smiles smugly as he orders two of his bodyguard (armed with several fully loaded pistols, cutlass, dagger, and a rifle with bayonet) to dispatch him.*

[Crosshair]

OOC: Went away for a day or two, back now))

The shots tell as men fall and cry, or just lie there silent. The British marines slowly bush the enemy boarders back across the bodies of their friends, one treading on the back of his erstwile commander and slipping on his blood. The two bodyguards move into the enemy captain, ready to fight him and grinning from ear to ear.

Meanwhile below deck, sailors and marines pour through the Loire's gunports, screaming "SPARROW, SPARROW!" and hacking the french gunners into giblets and submission.


Roll for Pie agains the NPCs (NPC battles are won by the highest roll. If the NPC wins then the death roll is made for the player.)

Pie: 6
two bodyguards: 1

Pie kills the bodyguards.

Battle roll for the British:
Cantrfreak: 2
Joo: 3

CantrFreak is greivously wounded, Joo is scratched.
Next roll a 2 will kill CantrFreak.

For French:
Dogonabun: 2
Toon: 4
Tangential: 1

Dogonabun is wounded,
Toon is unharmed,
Tangential is killed.
(Pie has rolled)

[joo]

*He runs up to the captain just as a volley of musket fire is shot towards their position. He gasps and drops quickly to his knees in defensive position as a projectile grazes his shoulder. He shoots wildly towards the enemy ship with one hand, and holds his shoulder with the other. Looking down, he sees the blood pooling from his injured Captain and shouts out to a group of sailors and marines close by*

You men! Our captain is injured - we must bring him belowdecks. For now, you marines stay here and protect him - and you sailors, bring up a stretcher, and keep the path clear for god's sake!

*The captain groans, nonresponsive as he is coerced into a sitting position*

Don't worry captain, we'll protect you!