They rowed back to the ship and climbed aboard. Rain followed Variel back to the cabin and then opened the crude map given to them for the race and added it to the other charts before them. Drawing Svingli's Eye from her pack, she worked at establishing the best path/position so as to not be too heavily impacted by the storms so near the Eye.
Prof Sailor: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (12) + 23 = 35 (+2 from Variel's aid=37)
Survival: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28
Know. Geography: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25 (+2 from Variel's aid=27)
Seijiro, seeing that the maps and routing are in good hands with Rain and Variel going to look over the charts, heads to his own cabin... and beds down for the night, Tomo curling up next to him.
Rain, you know from living on Tempest Cay that the storm knows no master and is unpredictable. Once in the Eye all bets are off and it will only be your skill and the skill of your crew that keeps you alive.
Dhaavan, bets are that there will be some that try to cheat but the Master of Gales is not one to be trifled with and you suspect he believes wholeheartedly in the spirit of the race. If caught, the ships guilty will be disqualified on the spot. It is testament to the respect showed to the Master of Gales that you don't hear about any plans to cheat. That said, it is not outside the realm of possibility once the race begins.
The race begins first thing in the morning, under leaden skies and sudden squalls of driving rain. You spy a dingy making it's way between the ships and spot your friend, Captain Pierce Jerrel, who bids you all good luck and making you promise to win as he has a sizable wager on you all. He says he would stay but the race is about to start. He blows a kiss to Rain and winks at Variel before instructing his men to continue on.
A massive conch shell blows and all crews make ready and jostle for position at the start. After over an hour of shouting, cursing, and jostling for position, the contenders arrange themselves in rough
formation behind the starting line drawn between the Kraken and another ship, the Ocean’s Revenge. All eyes look to the Master of the Gales, who stands atop a rocky promontory on Cauldron Rock. He raises both arms to the sky and unleashes a flashing bolt of lightning down into the surf, signaling the start of the race.
As the Master of the Gales transforms into an albatross and flies over the participants, the wind shifts sharply and unnaturally from northerly to easterly, throwing the competitors into chaos. Ships begin to smash into each other and you see at least one foundering as the dragon headed prow of another boat has pierced it's hull, the two of them locked together. A ship begins to move towards you all as well, pushed by the winds.
Rain I need two dc 30 Sailing checks to avoid getting entangled in the chaos. If you succeed you are able to make it to open water and can begin the race. At which point you all can RP for a bit getting started, what you are doing, how you are organizing the crew etc.)
With the best plans thus far made Variel takes the chance to grab some quick sleep before the coming race. In the morning he wakes early and prepares his spells and makes sure that crew and officers alike are ready for this endeavor. It comes as a surprise to Variel that Pierce coming towards them. Not wanting to cause a scene Variel simply acknowledges a fellow pirate and pays no heed to him after that. That is until Pierce blows Rain a kiss and gives him a wink. Before he can help himself the spots on his palms glow bright and twin bursts of fire shoot from his hands to strike the wet deck. Thankfully the rain and weather prevents any real damage to the ship as the last thing they need was a fire on deck right now.
Angry at himself for loosing his temper Variel storms to his cabin to grab another set of gloves to cover his hands. Coming back to the deck Variel cools further in the rain as he sees everyone is indeed doing an admirable job.
AS the ships get into position Variel takes up a spot near Rain yet not obstructing her view. He hopes that by being next to her he accomplishes 2 objectives. The first is being a protector in case someone does try something underhanded. The second is to help her in any way with the charting that they made the night before.
As the lightning bolt strikes signaling the start of the race Variel has to grab the rail to steady himself as the wind suddenly changed. All around is an uproar as ships collide with each other. Rain, The Buxom Beauty is heading our way. Even though he is sure Rain noticed already.
prof sailor aid auto make
Morning had come and with it the knots in Rain's stomach. There was unspent energy bristling in her hands, in each fingertip and she moved to the Wheel, Besmara's Tricorne proudly perched atop her head, cloaked, armoured, the Zul trident and retracted magical pike stowed diagonally across her back. Upon her ears she wore the diamond and turquoise dolphin earrings Pierce had given her (earrings of serene contortions), the braided silver bracelet someone had gifted her upon her betrothal to Variel, protection and shield rings and of course her silver and sapphire betrothal ring. She would look the part in this fine regatta of free captains. To the side, she secured Svingli's Eye to help her during the race. The rain was coming down harder now but she didn't mind -- enjoying it if truth be told as it kept her senses fresh and invigorated.
Neko was hiding somewhere - nearby but sheltered from the rain. Rain was mildly surprised by Pierce's presence in the water and she waved at him when he blew her a kiss. She looked to Variel and watched her beloved's fiery reaction to the flirtatious gesture and she cringed when she saw how riled he had become. "You are my chosen mate. Do not allow him to get under your skin. Not today," she whispered to Variel. He left and returned with new gloves and took his place by the side of her when the conch was blown - stalwart protector and able sailor aiding her in the chaos that was in the water at present due to the sudden, unexpected change in the wind.
Seeing the oncoming ship, and heeding Variel's warning, she called out commands to the crew and gave warning, "Hold tight!" and turned the wheel deftly and swiftly to move the Lady out of the direct path of The Buxom Beauty.
Prof Sailor (DC 30): 1d20 + 23 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 23 + 2 = 43 (+2 from Variel's aid on both checks)
Prof Sailor (DC 30): 1d20 + 23 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 23 + 2 = 45
Rain was pleased she was able to extricate the ship from the other floundering vessels and was now moving out, into open water. She cast her eyes out over the water to see which other ships had broken free and any immediate or oncoming threat or obstacle.
Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33
Adular has spent most of his time with Preperation, and Sandara... he blesses the crew before things are underway, "Besmara, Pirate Queen and joyful plunderer, we ask your blessing upon this fine crew, or at the very least, that ye with hold your blessing from those scalywags we'll be competing again! May the winds favor our sails! May the scent of salt spray keep our wits about us, and woe betide the woe begone who tries to cheat us o the prize!"
Rain, with the aid of your crew, you masterfully make your way out of the crush of ships, catching the wind and sending your ship hurtling like the bullet from one of Flynn's pistols across the open sea. Five other ships have managed to extricate themselves from the group and make their way out including to your disappointment, the Wormwood. Whomever their pilot is you can see they are very skilled as well since they managed to slip through two ships and out into open water also.
Current Race Score: +3 (Positive is good, negative is bad) I will not always show you the score, only if you are able to know for a fact where you are in relation to your competitors.
Adular: Was that a formal Bless on the crew or just narrative flavour?
Looking to Variel stil standing beside her, "I want eyes on the pilot of the Wormwood. I want to know who it is. Also, someone in the crow's nest to keep an eye on the ships near us and ocean around us."
Rain kept the Lady true to her course, mindful of the other ships who managed to break free as quickly as they had done.
Prof. Sailor: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (20) + 23 = 43
Perception for threats, obstacles in the ocean and/or anything noteworthy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24
Immortal, how close to us are the other five ships, especially the Wormwood?
Anyone else feel like posting or should I move on?
If no other posts by later tonight or early tomorrow, then please move us ahead.
Seijiro stands ready to assist Rain if necessary, but doesn't force himself into the situation, knowing that in most situations, Rain has things, including the ship, well in hand.
"Let me know if you need anything, Rain... I am at your disposal."
Other than that, he stays out of the way of the crew as they go about their duties with speed and skill.