Faith nods. "I could use that dagger. Not sharp enough to slice an echo, but good enough for my work."
"It's too far to Detect Magic reliably. I recommend--"
Faith turns to watch the arrow fly. "That."
Faith trusts in the power of Zaine's musket and Áine's arrow.
"It's too far to Detect Magic reliably. I recommend--"
Faith turns to watch the arrow fly. "That."
The arrow fly true - and although the legs wave around, hits the carapace.
And the arrow shatters.
Faith trusts in the power of Zaine's musket and Áine's arrow.
Zaine drops to a knee, sights carefully along the musket, and fires. The snake, who had its head pulled up to watch you, doesn't move at the loud thunderclap of the firearm - and the heavy ammunition enters through the eye and less than seconds later the head is no more.
The huge body remains coiled above along the tree branch about 20-feet above where you would have walked.
Regardless of if you take care of the snake first or later, you do find the hill that was marked on Ishirou's map. The grass on the low hill is remarkably green and looking closely you see a layer of ash which fueled the verdant growth.
Other than that it looks like a completely unremarkable hill (you are able to point out the two spiky rocks off shore which the pirate captain used to mark the location of his treasure.
The arrow fly true - and although the legs wave around, hits the carapace.
And the arrow shatters.
"All right, not an illusion. A machine then?"
Zaine drops to a knee, sights carefully along the musket, and fires. The snake, who had its head pulled up to watch you, doesn't move at the loud thunderclap of the firearm - and the heavy ammunition enters through the eye and less than seconds later the head is no more.
The huge body remains coiled above along the tree branch about 20-feet above where you would have walked.
Zaine calmly reloads.
"I need to be about sixty feet out to reliably Detect Magic," Faith says. "I wonder how fast that thing is."
"Let's get to the top of this hill and back down while it's light. See what we can see from up there."
If no one jumps ahead, Faith takes lead.
"All right, not an illusion. A machine then?"
Áine squints at the thing, shrugs and approaches.
Zaine calmly reloads.
"Good shot." Áine says in admiration.
Faith takes lead.
Áine cedes the way if he wants it, she does try to keep an eye out for anything that may be of danger to him.
"Good shot." Áine says in admiration.
Zaine's expression stays stoic, but he does wink.
As for the rest, Zaine goes with the will of the group.
One morning, Sasha comes over with some fresh fish (which is nice again after snake, snake and more snake). Offering the smaller to Zaine and the slightly larger to Tulip. She smile, "When Áine and I were scouting, I found a perch that overlooked the a dimorphdon nest." She shifts a bit, "They had some eggs, and I want to see if they've hatched."
She holds up her hands in a small circle, orb shape, "Because little baby dimorphdon will be adorable to see." She nods, green eyes big.
The scouting party is able to get within sixty feet of the giant crab without being attacked. The legs flail threatening and the sounds get deeper, more intense.
The crab, however, is not magical when Faith checks.
"Let's get to the top of this hill and back down while it's light. See what we can see from up there."
If no one jumps ahead, Faith takes lead.
Getting up to the top of the hill is easy, the verdant grass knee high and your boots grey from the old ashes underneath. You have a beautiful view of the large mountain to the south (across another small bay). Its bare rock and mud sides are maroon red, mimicking dried blood.
At the base of the mountain, at the water line, you see (with the spyglass) a creature that looks to be a cross between a crab and a tick dart from a sea cave to grab a passing fish in it's pincer.
On the positive, this hill seems decently safe.
The anaconda is greeted with pleased surprise. It is the single largest protein source that you've found and once Áine takes what she is actively cooking, Jask starts to work at breaking down the meat to dry and preserve.
You also have a very nice, large snakeskin.
Aerys leans on a tree near faith, "That's your version of fishing?"
From the cave, horse but far more spunky than a few days ago, "There are places people pay for big anaconda."
The legs flail threatening and the sounds get deeper, more intense.
Áine scans the area around them again, then continues to move towards the creature, wary of the big claws just in case she's wrong.
a creature that looks to be a cross between a crab and a tick dart from a sea cave to grab a passing fish in it's pincer.
"Cave Fisher?" Áine more asks then states.
As soon as the party returns to camp and the skin is prepared, Áine takes a portion of anaconda, sifts through her store of locally picked herbs, leaves, roots and berries and goes about putting together a decidedly out of the ordinary campside meal. She hums a tune as she works. The small feast seems to be coming alomg nicely as her tune remains happy and infectious throughout.
From the cave, horse but far more spunky than a few days ago, "There are places people pay for big anaconda."
"Ishirou? Will you help me please?"
Áine asks the Tien man, as she takes portions of dinner and something to drink for the three of them into the cave. "Unfortunately, we have no current access to those places or people, so we'll just have to make do ourselves." she grins, "feeling better?"
"Ishirou? Will you help me please?" Áine asks the Tien man, as she takes portions of dinner and something to drink for the three of them into the cave. "Unfortunately, we have no current access to those places or people, so we'll just have to make do ourselves." she grins, "feeling better?"
Gelik shakes his head, "I must still be at death's door for my wit to fall so flat."
Ishirou helps Áine when requested, but the muscles of his jaw are tight when he has to deal with the once again vocal halfling.
Áine grins at Gelik, "maybe I'm just naive." she says with a twinkle in her eye.
She puts a hand on Ishirou's arm and leans in close whispering briefly in his ear.
"Try to humor him. If it becomes too much you can go and I'll take care of him."
"So, Gelik, how did you come to be on this I'll fated voyage again?"
The scouting party is able to get within sixty feet of the giant crab without being attacked. The legs flail threatening and the sounds get deeper, more intense.
"It's not moving," Zaine observes. "I mean, not moving out of the high tide line. So either it's not a natural thing, or this is where one of us pulls a thorn out of its foot and gets a crab friend for life."
Getting up to the top of the hill is easy, the verdant grass knee high and your boots grey from the old ashes underneath. You have a beautiful view of the large mountain to the south (across another small bay). Its bare rock and mud sides are maroon red, mimicking dried blood.
At the base of the mountain, at the water line, you see (with the spyglass) a creature that looks to be a cross between a crab and a tick dart from a sea cave to grab a passing fish in it's pincer.
On the positive, this hill seems decently safe.
"Great. So, we appear to have a safe path here and a safe dig site. Now we just have to come back at the right time." Zaine pauses, turns to Tulip. "You get all that, girl?"
Faith moves to back up Áine. "Doesn't look like we will be eating crab tonight," he mutters.
"That's your version of fishing?"
Faith laughs. "I have the wrong kind of bait for sky fishing. This was much louder."
"Could be a cave fisher," Faith says slowly. "Lot of things on this island I've never seen before."
The legs flail threatening and the sounds get deeper, more intense.Áine scans the area around them again, then continues to move towards the creature, wary of the big claws just in case she's wrong.
Áine gets within 30'. If its movements have not changed, she gets out her rope and grapple and attempts to hook a side/hind leg.
"Maybe we can spin it?"
Although, as Zaine pointed out, the body of the large crab doesn't move, the pincers and legs are mobile. Those appendages stretch towards Áine and the pincer clacks. The crab's voice rises, the pitch going up in a painful echo.
Zaine pauses, turns to Tulip. "You get all that, girl?"
Tulip chirps happily.
That night as you get ready to trek their the jungle in the darkness, you see Sasha quietly talking to Aerys as Ishirou gets together his gear and the shovels the group recovered from the Jenivere . Traveling through the thick jungle in the pitch blackness of the Shiv's night takes much more time, making the work that you did blazing a trail very useful.
You get back to the hill about an hour before sunrise.
"Maybe we can spin it?"
"I'm really beginning to think we're talking about someone's house."
"Maybe we can spin it?"
"I'm really beginning to think we're talking about someone's house."
Faith cracks his knuckles. "I don't understand this plan, but I'm in."
The crab thrashes wildly, setting up a caterwaul to match its size.
Basically doing everything to emote 'I'm a big ass scary crab and you want to avoid me, else crabby doom shall fall on you.
Sunrise comes creeping over the horizon, letting you line you up the sun with the rocks to determine the right point to dig.
And you dig.
And dig.
Once you break through the tough root system of the grasses the ashy soil is easy. But it is hot, sweaty work.
Hours after you started, although at least you had the shovels from the Jenivere, you've excavated a 10-foot wide and 10-feet dip hole which reveals two things: the skeleton of a dwarf and a wooden platform carefully wedged into the rocks around the pit.
Faith starts around the crab, stops. "I'm wearing armor," he says. "Someone else want to circle around this thing in the water?"
Then, he yells at the crab: "Shut up! My eyes hurt from all the rolling they're doing!"
"Maybe being a priest isn't such a sacrifice," Faith says, panting, after he's finished a turn at the shovels. "I don't have to dig holes for a living."
He wipes the sweat from his brow. His tattoo shines against the wet skin. "Which one of us was good at checking for traps and disarming them? All I'm good for is setting them off and surviving." He snorts. "So far."
Faith starts around the crab, stops. "I'm wearing armor," he says. "Someone else want to circle around this thing in the water?"
Then, he yells at the crab: "Shut up! My eyes hurt from all the rolling they're doing!"
The loud echoing voice of the crab groans. "Akeh?"
"Go the other way, let the cannibals eat you like they did all my friends." The voice is booming, the crab legs and pincers continue to move. The words are in Taldane, but have a definite accent.
"Seriously?"
"Maybe being a priest isn't such a sacrifice," Faith says, panting, after he's finished a turn at the shovels. "I don't have to dig holes for a living."
He wipes the sweat from his brow. His tattoo shines against the wet skin. "Which one of us was good at checking for traps and disarming them? All I'm good for is setting them off and surviving." He snorts. "So far."
Sasha digs getting grimly, sweaty and looking down at the ocean far below with desire.
Ishirou is almost cheerful as he does the back breaking labor.
She leads you and Tulip back up the to northern curve of the island. When she gets to a steep climb though she pauses, "ummm..."
Looks at Tulip, "I didn't think about Tulip not being able to climb up this." Looks at the jungle, "I know she's a badass, but there is still the monkey slayer around somewhere."
"Go the other way, let the cannibals eat you like they did all my friends." The voice is booming, the crab legs and pincers continue to move. The words are in Taldane, but have a definite accent.
"You were right," Faith says quietly.
"I have no intention of being eaten by cannibals," Faith calls to the crab. "Do you live in that thing? Does anyone believe it's a crab?"
"Can we have this conversation without the yelling?"
The loud echoing voice of the crab groans. "Akeh?"
"Go the other way, let the cannibals eat you like they did all my friends." The voice is booming, the crab legs and pincers continue to move. The words are in Taldane, but have a definite accent.
Áine smiles, "Oh you poor thing! How long have you been trapped in there?"
She does not advance any further, but does not back up any either.
"Which one of us was good at checking for traps and disarming them? All I'm good for is setting them off and surviving." He snorts. "So far."Hours after you started, although at least you had the shovels from the Jenivere, you've excavated a 10-foot wide and 10-feet dip hole which reveals two things: the skeleton of a dwarf and a wooden platform carefully wedged into the rocks around the pit.Sasha digs getting grimly, sweaty and looking down at the ocean far below with desire.
Ishirou is almost cheerful as he does the back breaking labor.
"I wouldn't say good, but I will usually do in a pinch." Áine investigates further.
Zaine, and his gunpowder, stay on shore. Tulip remains nearby, chirping at the crab.
Zaine digs. Then looks at the dwarf skeleton. "Funny definition of treasure," Zaine mutters, exhausted.
"I have no intention of being eaten by cannibals," Faith calls to the crab. "Do you live in that thing? Does anyone believe it's a crab?"
"Can we have this conversation without the yelling?"
Booming from the voice apparatus apparently built into the crab,
And what probably is to the person's self, but he forgot to move the speaking tube, "And the first people crazy enough to come close to a moving twenty-six foot crab."
Áine smiles, "Oh you poor thing! How long have you been trapped in there?"
the voice booms again. The pincer waves vaguely in Áine's direction,
The dwarf bones are dressed in the remains of clothes, leather pockets turned out like the body had been picked clean of valuable as he lay dying.
The wooden planks look like they were placed piece by piece to fit into the worked stone.
Sasha knocks on the wooden bottom of the hole. It thunks.
Booming from the voice apparatus apparently built into the crab,
And what probably is to the person's self, but he forgot to move the speaking tube, "And the first people crazy enough to come close to a moving twenty-six foot crab."
"We aren't cannibals!" calls Zaine helpfully. "...is exactly what a cannibal would say," he mutters.
The dwarf bones are dressed in the remains of clothes, leather pockets turned out like the body had been picked clean of valuable as he lay dying.
The wooden planks look like they were placed piece by piece to fit into the worked stone.
Sasha knocks on the wooden bottom of the hole. It thunks.
"I think I hear an echo," Zaine says, in response to Sasha's knocking. "But I don't know how much you want to trust the hearing of a man who puts explosions up to his cheek."
the voice booms again. The pincer waves vaguely in Áine's direction,
"Oh, I see." Áine says, "Then, would you be interested in joining forces and eliminating the cannibal threat?"
"I think I hear an echo," Zaine says, in response to Sasha's knocking.
"I would guess we need to see what's underneath then." Áine says. "Want to make way in case things go boom?" she asks, offering to help others up so she can get down.
Faith moves out of the hole and will also help others up. He will helpfully survey the surroundings while Áine does the hard part.
She considers the climb, "Maybe if I strung one of the ropes so we could descend quickly if something attacks her?"
"We aren't cannibals!" calls Zaine helpfully. "...is exactly what a cannibal would say," he mutters.
The voice 'mumbles' "Aku ngerti!"
Then resumes its normal talking pitch of really loud, The voice turns considering, maybe even sympathtic,
"Oh, I see." Áine says, "Then, would you be interested in joining forces and eliminating the cannibal threat?"
A pause, then glum,
The legs and pincers move threateningly.
"You obviously got a good thing going here," Zaine says. "But I'd wager it's a bit better without cannibals. Maybe you tell us where they are and we go deal with them. Or they deal with us, and the one group who isn't scared of your crab is no longer a problem. Sound good?"
Faith drums his fingers against his breastplate absent-mindedly. "How's the fishing in there? Need any beer?"
Faith moves out of the hole and will also help others up. He will helpfully survey the surroundings while Áine does the hard part.
Áine drops into the hole, taps around to find the edges of the hollow area and sketches them into the wood. Then she sets about making a hole to leverage out one of the boards and weakening it on the other side.
Take 20 or 10 if it'll do, on carpentry (+7) to get the board broken and see what's beneath, then enlarge the hole as necessary
She slips off her bag, "I have some of the smaller pieces of rope from the, so we can make the climb a little easier." She points up, about fiftten feet, "That lip is the only really tricky part."
She pauses, "I'm not a great climber either," she shrugs her shoulder, "not enough upper body strength."
That said, she points out the trees and roots that she's used before, so that its more a upwards scramble until the dreaded lip.
And although it is a near thing, Sasha manages to grab the lip, suspended in open air for a minute and pull herself over. A moment later a knotted rope slaps over the lip so that Zaine can follow.
Confused,
There is silence after Zaine's offer and the crab house is still, after a moment you see a black shape emerge from the 'mouth' of the crab. He walks towards the group carefully, avian head checking out each of you in turn with jerky movements. "I don't fear the cannibals, they are superstitious and easy to fool, but they killed all my friends."
"You'd probably be safe for a while anyway though, they had new sacrifices move through here about a week," he ruffles his feathers and you get the feeling that week is his anytime kinda recently that wasn't yesterday, "ago."
He indicates back up the beach where you came from, "There are game trails back that way, the cannibals use them to travel the island."
Áine goes to work at the edge of one of the wood pieces, and when the entire plank (and the one next to it) suddenly breaks off to fall into the darkness below Áine barely manages to dodge back to grab onto the rocks at the edge of the pit.
You now have a 10' by 2' break in the plug. There is darkness below.
Confused,
There is silence after Zaine's offer and the crab house is still, after a moment you see a black shape emerge from the 'mouth' of the crab. He walks towards the group carefully, avian head checking out each of you in turn with jerky movements. "I don't fear the cannibals, they are superstitious and easy to fool, but they killed all my friends."
"You'd probably be safe for a while anyway though, they had new sacrifices move through here about a week," he ruffles his feathers and you get the feeling that week is his anytime kinda recently that wasn't yesterday, "ago."
He indicates back up the beach where you came from, "There are game trails back that way, the cannibals use them to travel the island."
Zaine opens his mouth to say something, and then shuts it. He mostly looks confused, as though trying to figure something out.
"Water down there," Zaine says, then shrugs. "Apparently this island is good for my ears."
Zaine does his best to scramble up the rope.
"There are game trails back that way, the cannibals use them to travel the island."
"If I were to show you a map of the island, could you point out about where the cannibals village is?" Áine asks, taking out a rolled map from her pack.
"Water down there," Zaine says, then shrugs. "Apparently this island is good for my ears."
Áine nods in the affirmative.
"crap!" she says, watching the timbers fall. "it's about a 40' drop. I can't make out anything beneath the surface of the water. Anyone feel like getting wet?" she asks, uncoiling her rope.
"crap!" she says, watching the timbers fall. "it's about a 40' drop. I can't make out anything beneath the surface of the water. Anyone feel like getting wet?" she asks, uncoiling her rope.
"Not really," Zaine says, reflexively checking his musket.
"Well I do, but I hate being in a situation where I can't use my bow" Áine sighs, but puts away her bow and secures her rope and grapple. "If I get in trouble, haul me up quick please."
Áine intends to inspect the walls as she decends.
"Sure," says Zaine. "Just remember, your bow doesn't stop working when the arrows get wet."
She points down the cliff face to the west, offering Zaine the spyglass. Looking you see the well constructed nest of grasses and seaweed that supports three eggs, a dimorphodon perched on the edge, occasionally nudging the eggs.
Sasha, on her belly to look over the edge, smiles, "They have good parents, I've never seen the nest unattended."
"If I were to show you a map of the island, could you point out about where the cannibals village is?" Áine asks, taking out a rolled map from her pack.
He circles the bottom third of the island. He shrugs, "I think. I never really followed them."
He points at the red peak that is visible in the distance to the southeast. "They do drum and fire up there every month."
"Don't see why you want to go mess with them, they have magic juju." He squaks, "Heard one of them talk about an ancient mother."
Áine starts to climb down her knotted rope, taking note of the complex series of struts and risers which could be used to climb down to the dark water. Suddenly, the rope is yanked
violently to the side of the pit.
Paralyzing hungry undead!
He circles the bottom third of the island. He shrugs, "I think. I never really followed them."
He points at the red peak that is visible in the distance to the southeast. "They do drum and fire up there every month."
"Don't see why you want to go mess with them, they have magic juju." He squaks, "Heard one of them talk about an ancient mother."
Zaine nods. "Sounds like we're going to have to make these cannibals a priority. Hit them before they hit us. And, you know, avoid being the guests of honor slash entree at their next bonfire."
Áine nods in agreement with Zaine.
"Undead. Damn it! I hate undead!"
Áine winds one leg into the rope and draws her bow, then winds loops her upper arm around the rope as well.
"Yes," Faith says. "Gather info, then strike. An island of evil to smite is even better than a deserted island." Faith gets that look in his eyes for a moment, then it's gone.
Faith takes a moment to light and strap on his waterproof miner's lantern . "Room for one more?" he calls down.
Faith takes a moment to light and strap on his waterproof miner's lantern . "Room for one more?" he calls down.
Zaine gives Faith a pat on the back and levels the musket, waiting to see what the light will reveal.
She smiles at Zaine, "There is a pack of smaller ones at one and a pair at the third."
She looks down at her hands, "I sound a little obsessed don't I?"
Sasha, who had been eyeing the tengu's saw-like sword with envy, looks at the rest of the exploration party, "So we are going to hunting over a third of the island hoping to stumble on the cannibal camp and do the grey island later?"
She uses her thumb to point the unusually colored landscape which is only about another five miles down the bay.
She looks at the sword again, "Don't suppose you'd be up for trading that sword away?" she asks the tengu.
"Never!" squaks the bird man. "It was a gift from the most beautiful, red-feathered love. Never shall I let her memory or her sword go."
The hand which Áine and Faith saw retreats under the water, having faith in the murk and gloom to keep it safe from ranged.
Faith shakes his head. ”No, grey island today. Regroup and take care of cannibals as next thing. I don’t have the right spells prepared for cannibals today.”
”Are you coming back up so we can plan this or are you in a battle frenzy?” Faith asks entirely seriously.
Zaine, having failed to see anything to this point, calmly pulls back the hammer and waits for his shot. He's like a statue; it's difficult to even detect his breathing.
Faith shakes his head. ”No, grey island today. Regroup and take care of cannibals as next thing. I don’t have the right spells prepared for cannibals today.”
Áine nods her head in agreement. "Yup. Grey Island first...if we can get to it." She turns to the Tengu, "My name is Áine, by the way what's yours?" and after waiting for a reply continues, "Do you know anything about the grey island? Can we get to it during low tide or is there still too much water?"
”Are you coming back up so we can plan this or are you in a battle frenzy?” Faith asks entirely seriously.
Áine grins, "No frenzy. Haul me up, please." and upon reaching the top. "Don't know how many of them there are, but... she swears softly to herself under her breath, "Sorry, I should have handled that differently." she takes a breath, then continues, "..what tried to shake me from the rope was an aquatic version of a ghoul. They can paralyze you, then.." she shudders, "eat you at their leisure. It's using the water as cover." she shakes her head, "Damn it. I hate undead." a brief pause, "Especially intelligent undead."
Áine grins, "No frenzy. Haul me up, please." and upon reaching the top. "Don't know how many of them there are, but... she swears softly to herself under her breath, "Sorry, I should have handled that differently." she takes a breath, then continues, "..what tried to shake me from the rope was an aquatic version of a ghoul. They can paralyze you, then.." she shudders, "eat you at their leisure. It's using the water as cover." she shakes her head, "Damn it. I hate undead." a brief pause, "Especially intelligent undead."
Zaine uncocks his gun and sets the butt on the ground, barrel pointing at the sky. "Who likes undead? I mean, other than necromancers? Or Faith, who only likes them because he gets to kill them. There's a lot of complexity to that relationship. Poetic in its way..." Zaine trails off. "Right, sea ghoul. Uh... we could harpoon it and haul it out of the water? Do we have harpoons?"
”Protection From Evil will keep it away, but I don’t know how to lure it out of the water if it can’t get to us.”
A big grin breaks across Faith’s face. ”We could fish for it.”
She considers, "It is more of a dangerous predator menagerie." She smiles, "But there are self-sustaining populations of a number of dinosaurs." Her eyes get a little far away, "And one mated pair that nests near the base of the citadel. It was my favorite thing to make a blind in a tree and watch everything move through the jungle."
Her voice is quiet, "I know that what I'm used to isn't normal, but it was my home. And the only place I know." She shakes her head, "But that's why this is a good thing, learning new things, meeting people who think differently." She looks at Zaine, "Those are good things, right?"
Having been rejected by the tengu, Sasha looks back out at the island, smiling a bit when she hears the plans for today haven't changed.
She turns to the Tengu, "My name is Áine, by the way what's yours?"In a sound that is half squak and half speech "Pezock."
"Do you know anything about the grey island? Can we get to it during low tide or is there still too much water?"
He points at the small island between the main Shiv and the grey island, "That side," pointing the southern end, "Is only covered when the tide is really really high and that side," pointing to the northern end near the grey island, "only has land at very, very low tide."
"Looks like a dead place to me."
When your group moves on, Pezock retreats to his crab-home mumbling to himself.
The remaining journey to the low-tide causeway blocking off the grey island is uneventful. While you are waiting for the tide to recede, you get a chance to look around. A chance to chat or to eat some of the very tasty snake jerky that Áine prepared.
Behind you, down the coast of the Shiv, you see another four shipwrecks decorating the rocks of the island. But on sea side of the grey island, you see what looks like a very old, but fully functional sailing ship - the sails move with the breeze.
On the bay side of the island, you see a pillar of rock jutting from the ocean, connected to the main island but thick grey rope.
Now that you are closer to the island, you can see that its coloration is due to a thick growth of various fungi. The fungus is odd, moving even when the wind is still, filament rising against gravity. When the breeze does turn to bring the smell of the island, it is a foul stank.
"No harpoon." Ishirou says sadly. He looks at the group, his eyes a little desperate, "How are we going to get past them? They must be the sailors who aided Captain Quellig in hiding his treasure."
Worried, "We aren't giving up on the treasure are we?"
"There's possibly a pirate out here, and there's a pirate ship," Zaine observes.
"We're not giving up. We just need some creative problem solving." Zaine frowns. "Did any of those wrecks have boat hooks? If you were going to fish for ghouls, you couldn't ask for anything better. We probably don't even the wood part, just the metal. There's enough trees around here to fashion some good poles."
on sea side of the grey island, you see what looks like a very old, but fully functional sailing ship - the sails move with the breeze.
Áine nearly squeals in delight at the sight of the ship. She seems decidedly less enthusiastic about traveling across a fungus ridden island however, especially one which moves of its own volition. "Damn. Knew I should have got that wand of Fireballs."
A big grin breaks across Faith’s face. ”We could fish for it.”
"I've got a fishing arrow. Only one though. It'll kind of depend on how deep the water is, and the thing may be smart enough to break it before we can draw him up."
"Alternatively, we could dangle me as bait, try to draw them to the surface." she shudders, "if we can get at least Parts of them out of the water, I might be able to highlight them so we can track them after." a pause, "we'll only get one chance though... At least until tomorrow."