Mugwort works as hard as he can, but eventually even hard little goblins with sharp teeth and a fire addiction give out.
Alistair is weathered and goes down for the count with little grace save he gave it his best.
Riven monkeyed his way through the rigging with a sure handedness that was more than reassuring with the storm having its way with the Womrwood. It was backbreaking work and the typically jovial sailor succumbed to exhaustion. His last thoughts were...and dis be what happens when you louse da whole damn crew up with with dat vile grog each an every night, it is...
As the storm rages somehow Ryzern is always in the thick of it. At one poing even jamming his peg leg between the yard and the mast to free both hands.