”We could fish for it.”
"You know, I'd heard about people fishing with dynamite..." she says with a sideways glance and a grin at Zaine, "though I guess that might burn through your powder reserves."
There is a lulling synchronization to the movement of the fungi.
Sasha sits up from the flop that she fell into while Áine worked, her forehead furrows, No boat hooks on the ones we searched, but we passed three, four wrecks on the way here." She pushes herself to her feet, wiping grime from her cheek. She points down the steep hill, "There's one right there we could check."
Áine stares, squints, then points. "Looks like we should head to the pillar. The fungi moves to its beat."
While waiting on the tide, Faith takes a moment to chat with Sasha in a low voice.
A brief pause, before "And I recognized that tattoo on your back."
Faith shrugs. "I like to know how big the hornets are before we stir up their nest."
He watches the fungus sway for a while. "That is disturbing," he decides.
"A boat hook is a good idea," Faith says. "Let's check the wrecks. We need to be careful, though. Being bitten by a ghoul will turn you into a ghoul. I am in favor of hauling it half-way up and having Áine powder it with holy arrows. I can provide the holy."
"A boat hook is a good idea," Faith says. "Let's check the wrecks. We need to be careful, though. Being bitten by a ghoul will turn you into a ghoul. I am in favor of hauling it half-way up and having Áine powder it with holy arrows. I can provide the holy."
"Very against becoming a ghoul, thankyouverymuch." Áine says, "boat hooks it is...but, it is 40' down to the water." she shrugs, "Guess we'll figure out a way."
"It wasn't encouraged for me to leave the citadel, because someone might follow me back, but I did go to Ilizmagorti a few times a year. Enough to realize that I wasn't the same as most of the people my age."
She motions to the space between them, "I'm not good at dealing with people and when I get comfortable I talk about growing up and," she shrugs, "they get very weirded out."
She looks back down the cliff, watching the dinosaurs in their nest, "I really spent most of my time alone unless I was in lessons with my mother or someone she trusted." She looks at Zaine, "She didn't trust most of her people with me. I was too mouthy, too ready to question what should be."
Sasha looks at the group as Faith talks to her, biting a lower lip and thinking. When she responds, she doesn't make a effort to only be heard by the man of faith. "I never met her personally, but I saw reports about why she took to the seas. She's had a vision that a group would try to take out Bonefist and she needed to be there to stop them from usurping what little order there was in the Shackles. I think her crew were believers, but not in the Order."
She shakes her head, "I don't think she was shipwrecked here because of anything she was doing for the Red Mantis," a longer pause, "I don't think she's alive anymore." A very long pause, "Pezock had her sword, and she'd never give that up in life."
Looking at Zaine, then Faith, "The tattoo wasn't my choice, my mother had it done when I was ten. After... after I did something that made her happy."
In the hour you have to wait until the water recedes, you are able to spend time examining both the boat and the pillar with the spyglass. Although you see movement in the fungus trees near the ropes that lead to the pillar, you see what look like small humanoids on the deck of the ship.
Ishirou looks at the now opened pit, "Maybe me and her," pointing to Sasha, "should stay here." He looks at Aine, "You said there are struts and risers, the undead could climb up and go rampaging across the island." He looks at Faith, "Those are the ones that only want to eat living flesh right?"
Unless there is an objection, Sasha agrees to stay behind, although she looks longingly at the water below before she takes up a guard position at the edge of the dug pit.
The climb/hike down to the wreck isn't too bad, although the more clumsy among you probably slip a few times on the clay soil. The once-boat, revealed to be the Windwar looks to only be a deck. You do see a number of metal head of boat hooks, but you also see skeletons tangled in the rigging.
Ishirou looks at the now opened pit, "Maybe me and her," pointing to Sasha, "should stay here." He looks at Aine, "You said there are struts and risers, the undead could climb up and go rampaging across the island."
Áine looks dubious, "Okay, but one of you remember to watch your backs also, you know, just in case."
Zaine laughs. "All right, I knew this one guy... he worked with the Electrum Horde. You know them? Mercenary outfit. They pay pretty good... don't like me much, but you know, join the club. Anyway, this guy, he wasn't a proper member... he was more like an independent contractor. Signed on with them when he could. Like me. He was a half-orc, and one time, this group of us get to drinking around a fire, and we start telling stories. Somehow it goes back to hometown stories, and it's not the usual, like how pretty your girl is back home, or how tough you were, or what used to eat the local sheep. No, we're talking about parents."
Zaine leans forward. He's not talking directly to Sasha, but rather to world beyond. "Right, so this guy, this half-orc, he's telling us all what a nightmare it is growing up with a human mom and an orc dad. So there's this one solstice celebration, and mom brings him home the one thing he's always wanted, right? A puppy. Cute little thing. He loves it more than anything. Then the dad gets home and chops the thing in half. The kid starts bawling, right? Who wouldn't. Then the dad goes... and get this..."
Zaine looks over to Sasha. "Why are you crying, son? I was gonna let you eat the bigger piece."
"Ship first? Just so those shapes don't take us by surprise?"
Zaine looks approvingly at the skeletons in the rigging. "Now that's a pirate shipwreck."
"...and if we run into any of them, how much trouble are we in? Do they ask questions first?"
"Ship first? Just so those shapes don't take us by surprise?"
"Sound logic," Faith says.
He looks at Faith, "Those are the ones that only want to eat living flesh right?"
Faith shakes his head. "They will happily eat the dead as well. Ghouls just want to have flesh. They are not picky about it." He claps Ishirou on the shoulder. "If you see them climbing up, give a shout."
Faith looks at the skeletons. "That's a strange place to die and not fall to pieces."
A pause, "What was your story that night?" Sasha looks at her hands, "I've told you so much about how I grew up that I feel a little naked."
"Depends on if they've been hired to kill you." She shrugs, "There is some variation, but most are highly mission oriented. Running across them randomly they can be some of the nicest people you can met," a pause, "I've been told. They'd be more likely to have issue with me not any of you."
"Unless you get between them and a target, or are their target."
As soon as the tide allows it, the group is able to move across the causeway onto the bleak island. What looked like trees from further away prove to be gray stalks of fibrous fungus and the undergrowth is a combination of lichens and fungus forming a wiry tangle over the foul muddy surface of the island. The whole island is devoid of any sound other than the crash of waves against rocks, the fibrous growth seeming to have a dampening effect even on the ever present surf.
The fungal growth proves easier to move through that then more verdant jungle on the mainland so the group very quickly arrives a the ship they saw from the low-tide causeway. Although the ancient wreck looked to be in good conditions from further away, this close you see that the entire vessel is covered in a layer of soft gray mold. What looked like canvas sails prove to actually be sheets of the mold. As you examine the thick gray fungal ropes that span the 60-foot gap between the cliff and the ship, a small head pops up from hatch in the deck. It quickly drops back down.
He picks up the musket briefly, then lays it back down next to him. "This thing was hanging over the fireplace in the Kildare household for a number of years. My father had used it for hunting from time to time, and my grandfather had used it in some war or another. Don't ask me which. By the time I came around, it was in bad shape. Temperamental they say. It had to be loaded just right, and with paper, never cloth for wadding, or the damn thing wouldn't fire. We knew how to work it. No one else did. Anyway, I killed my first man with it when I was twelve."
He's staring out at the horizon. "He deserved it, as sure as any man ever deserves killing. Lord Octavio Horn, if you're wondering, and it's why I'm still not welcome in some parts of Varisia. I shot him through the heart, and I actually gave it some thought before I did it. The head would have been more sure, and he was wearing armor, but I figured, since he broke my heart when he killed my parents, well, I'd break his. One shot was all it took. Of course, then I was a skinny twelve year old kid running with this great damn half-broken old musket. I was pretty lucky that even his own guards kind of hated him, I suppose."
He smiles a bit. "There you go, you know that story now, and you should know that there's still a bounty on me for that crime. Still a couple bounties here and there, but that's one of them."
"No one is going to get this, but I feel like I'm on an entire island made out of Thorgrak's socks." Zaine pauses. "That would have killed if you were all with the Baseborn Legion."
What looked like canvas sails prove to actually be sheets of the mold.
Áine looks extremely disappointed. It looks like she probably should not be the one to try any diplomatic relations in the near future.
"Vegepygmies." she nearly spits, "Plant creatures probably tainted by this foul place."
Her green eyes peek without her head turning, "Sounds like a bounty is a good badge to have where you came from." A gentle squeeze and she turns over to stare at the sky. "I don't know the name of the first person I killed. He was just a few years older than me, found his way to the Citadel through either sheer dumb luck or divine intervention. He was a true believer, but didn't want to serve until he had the skills to join the Red Mantis."
Her hands go up, and she traces one of the small scars, "I don't know to this day if Mother had some sympathy for him or just wanted to teach me something. She told him there was a girl in the citadel that wasn't skilled enough to be a Mantis, but if he killed her than he had passed the final test."
"He died. I didn't."
She smiles tightly, "It was the proudest I'd ever seen her," she looks at Zaine, red hair moving on the rock, "its when she had the tattoo put on me."
"No one is going to get this, but I feel like I'm on an entire island made out of Thorgrak's socks." Zaine pauses. "That would have killed if you were all with the Baseborn Legion."
"I'm going to start keeping track of the number of groups that you've been with." Sasha comments quietly.
"Vegepygmies." she nearly spits, "Plant creatures probably tainted by this foul place."
"Please tell me they're not actually called that," Zaine says.
"I'm going to start keeping track of the number of groups that you've been with." Sasha comments quietly.
"It's a long list. You might need some paper and a pen."
"Ship says Nightvoice on it. That mean anything to anyone?"
Áine shoots one.
Perception dc20: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
"Please tell me they're not actually called that," Zaine says.
Áine glances sideways at Zaine. Blinks, then shrugs, "What do you want to call them then?"
Áine glances sideways at Zaine. Blinks, then shrugs, "What do you want to call them then?"
"I dunno... garden gnomes?"
After a long moment, "Do you think we'll find a way off of the Shiv?"
"It's a long list. You might need some paper and a pen."
hmmm Sasha looks up thoughtfully, "Nope, I don't think Aerys will donate paper to that cause."
"Ship says Nightvoice on it. That mean anything to anyone?"
Sasha looks to the back of the ship where Zaine indicated, "I think I see some kind of symbol on either side of the ship's name, but the mold is obscuring it. Looks almost familiar."
Sasha considers the fungal 'ropes' that connect the ship to the main island, "Do we want to go see what the garden gnomes are up to?"
As the group gets onto the deck of the ship, four of the many skeletons tangled in the ropes begin to move, unholy light in the empty sockets were eyes once dwelled.
"How many times do I gotta say it, friggin' undead." Áine shoots at one, but the blunt arrow deflects from the water dense bone.
The skeletons break their way free of the remaining rope, cracking steps forward to close with each person. Or dinosaur. Really, four skeletons vs four non-skeletons.
Sasha considers the fungal 'ropes' that connect the ship to the main island, "Do we want to go see what the garden gnomes are up to?"
"I think, yes. We should see what kind of garden these gnomes are keeping. Shall i try to distract them? Either I or someone else can approach from the bow while everyone else clambers over the stern...or vice versa."
Really, four skeletons vs four non-skeletons.
Áine fires a blunted metal headed arrow into the spinal column of the skeleton approaching her, then retreats (if necessary) to maintain space between her and her opponent.
"I think, yes. We should see what kind of garden these gnomes are keeping. Shall i try to distract them? Either I or someone else can approach from the bow while everyone else clambers over the stern...or vice versa."
"Be my guest."
Zaine Initiative
Tulip Initiative
Zaine fires his musket at the nearest skeleton.
Tulip charges over and attempts to get a new bone to play with.
Sasha can get the bonus to her fear saves for the next rounds.
”I love this island.”
Faith pulls out the masterwork Dagger. And it starts to glow with holy strike.
Faith nods. ”I am also willing to be a distraction. I present a larger target. “
Sash grins over at Faith, "Sounds like we have to draw then up to the surface of the boat." She moves over to the fungal 'ropes' testing the tensile strength, first with her hands (lip curling a bit when they color her hands grey with molds) then climbing up and jumping lightly on the foot wide 'ropes'.
"I don't want to risk doubling weight on them," testing a second one so that both her and Faith can span the 60-ft gap.
As soon as Faith is ready Sasha moves gracefully across to the ship using her hands to climb up the last bit. Mold puffs up as she jumps onto the deck.
Zaine fires his musket at the nearest skeleton and the metal of his shot breaks nearly all the bones.
Tulip charges over and attempts to get a new bone to play with but instead just seems to be playing with her food, snapping at the shoulder bone.
Faith pulls out the masterwork Dagger. And it starts to glow with holy strike.
"All right ya moldy sack of shambling corpse remnants, back to the boneyard with ya."
Áine retreats then fires a blunted metal headed arrow into the spinal column of the skeleton approaching her which collapses into bony pieces.
Although one boney claw scraps against Tulip's barding, it is Faith's armor that is pierced.
Tulip continues her assault.
Climb
Faith climbs across.
He bounces up and down a bit when he reaches the moldy deck. ”I hope this is sound under the fungus.”
”First blood to you — last blood to me.”
Faith swings on the skeleton with his glowing dagger.
Áine raises her voice in a ululating cry, then calls out to them from the opposite side of the rest of the party.
"Hey! Little Gnomies! Permission to come aboard!" and then shoots at one with a blunt tipped arrow, looking to get their attention one way or another.
If any undead are left after the rest of her companions have gone, she will finish them off.
She laughs, "Which would leave a crab home that is constantly waving 'hi'."
hmmm Considers, "Going to be a while until I can come back up here, since we have to hunt down the cannibal home camp."
Her forehead furrow, "It must have been a huge crew, becaue there is a glut of food on this island."
Following after Faith and Sasha, Zaine moves across the thick rope. Fromt he cliff, Tulip chirps and starts to walk patrol behind Áine's spot at the edge of the cliff.
Áine raises her voice in a ululating cry, then calls out to them from the opposite side of the rest of the party. "Hey! Little Gnomies! Permission to come aboard!"
Moving across the deck, the mold seems to have only eaten into the surface of the wood, the planks still sturdy beneath your feet. On the deck below you hear movement from multiple sources.
A quick scan of the deck reveals that the door to the captain's cabin is slightly ajar.
Zaine reloads.
Tulip continues her assault, this time less playfully as her jaws tear through the ribcage and she winds up with chunks of vertebrae, leaving the rest of the bones to tremble uselessly on the old deck.
Faith swings on the skeleton with his glowing dagger. The small weapon doing significant damage, but not quite dismantling the skeleton.
Áine shoots at the remaining skeleton attacking Faith, but her arrows go inbetween the bones, leaving the skeleton as hale as Faith had left it.
The damaged skeleton tries to continue the attack on Faith, but his armor holds.
When you were trailblazing to the treasure pit, you spotted a number of interesting spots along the shore. Later, you have time to investigate to see if there is anything of use at those campsite or wrecks.
Closest to your new shelter, you climb down the elevator to a small cove and beach. Well above the high-tide line, you find a the remnants of a quickly rigged shelter and a small campfire. It's evidet this narrow, sandy beach has been used while you were on the Shiv yourself.
Zaine pulls the hammer of his musket back and takes aim at the door, issuing a short command to Tulip to stay.
Tulip turns to attack the remaining skeleton.
Zaine keeps the musket handy, staying alert for the undead that seem to be all over every camp and shipwreck.
"Huh. Thought there was something up there." Áine says before walking across the rope to the ship.
Don't expect to get to Áine, but if it does
"Hmm." Áine says, pulling out a tricorn hat and some brightly covered scarves, from under a brush. "these look like Captain Kovack's and Ieana's."
Faith lights his lantern, sets it on his head, and moves toward the open doorway. "Hello?"
"Die again," Faith says, swinging his glowing dagger.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, bones to the sand and the sea."
"I'd like to have a word with those two," Faith says. "But I don't need first dibs."
Waiting out the heat of midday, Zaine catches sight of a small sketch Sasha does in the dirt of proud, feathered t-rex. It's a decent portrayal of Tulip.
The light of Faith's headlamp illuminates a mold covered room which looks to have been in disarray long before the mold began to grow, open drawers, askew cabinets, messy sheets. Everything held in stasis by the everpresent mold. On the dead center of the table there is a book, once red leather now mold grey.
Zaine holds his fire.
Tulip turns to attack the remaining skeleton. Her teeth bite into bone at the same moment that...
"Die again," Faith says, swinging his glowing dagger.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, bones to the sand and the sea." The now blessed bone dust settles on the deck of the ship.
In addition to the boat hooks (one with a solid 10 ft wooden shaft) you find the captain had a collection of fancy knives from house various ports of call. The ten pieces are displayed proudly on the wall.
"You think they were in on the shipwrecking together? " Sasha asks, "Not a case of an obsessed madman taking what he wants?
The next shipwreck proves to be the Bloody Doll which had survivors. The ship is striped of anything useful.
A ninety-foot-long shipwreck leans against the cliff side and several jagged reefs here, encrusted with salt and moss. Its masts remain intact, but the sails have long since rotted away. At the bow, a leering demonic figurehead of green-caked brass provides an intimidating greeting.
On the dead center of the table there is a book, once red leather now mold grey.
Áine uses the back of her hand to rub an itch on her nose beneath her bandana, then tries opening the book.
Áine uses the toe of her boot to sketch out a hatch she'd been standing next to. She knocks an arrow and takes a step to the side to make way for someone to open the portal while still having a shot through it.
The ten pieces are displayed proudly on the wall.
Áine inspects the knives to see how they've held up and if any would be at all useful for her cooking.
"You think they were in on the shipwrecking together? " Sasha asks, "Not a case of an obsessed madman taking what he wants?
"Obsessed. Controlled. Who knows?" Áine says contemplatively, "they do look to have been tossed here. Not something I'd think Kovack would do, unless he was trying to change his identity for some reason."
"Wasn't the Brine Demon one of the ships Jask had stories about?"
Zaine points his musket at the hatch.
"Could be, although I can't see someone writing that kind of poetry to someone they're already with, or for that poetry to work."
Faith opens the hatch.
Faith is filled with religious fervor . "And good riddance."
"I want to talk to them before taking action." Faith shrugs. "Because it does make a difference."
"Yes, it was one of those pirate ships in Jask's stories. There may be treasure aboard, or undead, or both if we're lucky."
Faith looks at the leering figurehead. "Just what are you supposed to be, my briny friend?"
With everyone's attention focused on the hatch that Áine pointed out (which reveals one surprised vegepygmie when Faith opens it), the garden gnomes give up on the sneaky plan to only steal one of you and another hatch bursts open, four of the plant creatures climbing out.
The largest (by all of two inches) has a beautifully made small longspear. Silently, he gestures at you, the interlopers, and his minions charge.
When you get back up to the top of the hill (and you did see a few trees that look strong enough to act as poles for the boat hooks whose staffs were broken), you see Sasha sitting at the edge of the dug hole, her rapier across her knees. Ishirou is looking in the gap, "I think that rock got it. But they are probably going to try again..."
Sasha grins, "How'd it go on your end? Ishi has seen at least two of the water ghouls."
The Brine Demon proves to be in pretty bad shape, the hull half gone from where the ship was wedged amid the jagged rocks. Entering through the hole in the hull, it is clear that what booty had been kept there has been long lost to the sea. Carefully getting up on deck on old, waterlogged ladders, you see signs of old combat, covered up by the green algae similar to that on the nearby rocks. In the captain's cabin you find a skeleton slumped on the floor, its bony hands clutching a well-made, watertight darkwood coffer which had been hidden away in the secret compartment of the now-rotting desk.
It takes Áine a bit of time to work the corroded lock, but once she does you find six objects inside: a gold locket with an incredibly detailed painting of a red-headed half-elf inside, a dagger that glows slightly with blue magic, and several fat ledgers and journals.
You'd guess the figurehead of the Brine Demon is a representation of Mammon... which is odd because he is a devil not a demon.
Zaine Initiative
Tulip Initiative
Zaine curses and shoots a garden gnome.
Tulip charges a garden gnome, ripping into it with her teeth.
"The hook is 10 feet, so we're going to need to dangle someone down there anyway. Volunteers?"
"The hook is 10 feet, so we're going to need to dangle someone down there anyway. Volunteers?"
Sasha looks at Faith in his heavier armor. "Do you want to do the fishing and I'll go down to keep the second one off of you?"
Ishirou quietly adds, "Maybe we should widen the hole? So it is easier to shoot from the top?"
"Hey you," Zaine says to the biggest garden gnome. "You're dead."
"Widening the hole is a good idea," Zaine says, and gets to work making a firing position for himself.
Zaine gets up, not especially quietly as he's not especially sneaky, and joins Áine at the opening to the cave, carrying his musket.
"What's going on?" he whispers. "Cannibals?"
Áine sets about removing another timber.
a gold locket with an incredibly detailed painting of a red-headed half-elf inside,
"What's with these red-heads, huh?" she says with a sly wink at Sasha. "Aeshamara, Ieana, Red Mantis Captain..." she grins a little anxiously at the red-headed ranger. "No offense intended."
"So you were able to keep the ghouls from getting out of the pit?" Áine says to Ishirou, "You must be pretty good with that arm of yours. Can you keep them off me while we get this taken care of?"
Zaine gets up, not especially quietly as he's not especially sneaky, and joins Áine at the opening to the cave, carrying his musket.
"What's going on?" he whispers. "Cannibals?"
Áine glances back for an instant. The look she gives Zaine tells him without words that she is thankful for his presence. "No." she says, then amends it to "At least I don't think so. I don't see anything at all, but I feel like we're being watched." She shivers slightly, "whatever it is, its either got really good night-vision or its better at hiding then I am. Makes me nervous either way." she glances around at him again, before returning to scanning the night, trying to pierce the cloak of darkness. "What about you? Can't sleep?"
"What's with these red-heads, huh?" she says with a sly wink at Sasha. "Aeshamara, Ieana, Red Mantis Captain..." she grins a little anxiously at the red-headed ranger. "No offense intended."
"Having no souls, we tend to get around." Sasha says blandly.
"So you were able to keep the ghouls from getting out of the pit?" Áine says to Ishirou, "You must be pretty good with that arm of yours. Can you keep them off me while we get this taken care of?"
Ishirou shakes his head, points to a broken strut. "Got lucky, the wood broke right when the rock hit. They were probably regrouping for a real attempt when you got here."
"Having no souls, we tend to get around." Sasha says blandly.
Áine snorts, then pretends to look shocked, "Faith is that correct? Does this woman truly have no soul?"
Ishirou shakes his head, points to a broken strut. "Got lucky, the wood broke right when the rock hit. They were probably regrouping for a real attempt when you got here."
"That's okay. I'm not biased or picky. If you have luck, I'll take that too." she smiles at the Tien man
Right as Áine asks about sleep, you both hear the screech of a monkey - not an uncommon sound - but the vocalization is cut off abruptly.
Oddly enough, this seems to calm Áine slightly. "So. A predator then. Now we just have to figure out what it is." she says, still staring into the darkness, "if it got a monkey, then it's either good at climbing or it can fly."
"Having no souls, we tend to get around." Sasha says blandly.
"And here I thought you were just friendly."
"Get 'em to poke their heads up, and we won't need luck," Zaine says, pulling back the hammer of his musket and sighting down the barrel.
"Hey little ones," Faith says.
He pulls out his dagger .
"I will do the fishing," Faith says. "And will be happy to have you for close cover, Sasha. Zaine, Áine, I will haul them clear of the water as best I can."
When the makeshift spear is ready, Faith lights his head-lantern and slowly climbs down.
Faith glances over at Sasha. "Her soul is between her and her gods. The color of her hair is indifferent. I think this figurehead is supposed to be Mammon, who is a devil -- not a demon, brine or otherwise."
* in order: Faith, Sasha, Tulip / climbing one on Aine
"Hey little ones," Faith says. He pulls out his dagger.
Áine gets a shot off before the small creatures really get into their charge, her blunt arrow thunking into the skull of the creature who was about to climb onto the deck. Áine then moves so the open hatch is between her and the remaining 'gnomes'.
Tulip charges a garden gnome, trying to ripping into it with her teeth, but the agile little creature avoids the attack, instead looking to stab the dinosaur with its spear.
"Hey you," Zaine says to the biggest garden gnome. "You're dead." Zaine curses and shoots the bigger garden gnome. His shot is beautiful, blowing a large chunk out of the leader... but not quite enough.
The vegepygmies charge Faith and Sasha. Faith's armor again proves useful against the random violence of the Shiv, whereas Sasha takes a glancing blow from the spear. Having been waiting for the charge, Sasha slices into the plant-man with both rapier and kukri. The rapier doing no damage but the kukri almost cutting the gnome in two. "I really hate this rapier." she curses.
The vegepygmie engaged with Tulip tries to damage the dinosaur, but its efforts are fruitless.
Greviously wounded, the boss vegeman moves up to Zaine, the fury in his eyes not born out by the thrust of his spear.
Sasha follows Faith down, climbing to be even with the holy man, her kukri held loosely between thumb and pointer as she climbs. They aren't down long when two lacedons break the surface, both climbing towards the tempting meal.
"And here I thought you were just friendly."
She grins at Zaine, "Only for special people."
Faith glances over at Sasha. "Her soul is between her and her gods. The color of her hair is indifferent."
"You're ruining my best line for getting free drinks."
Tulip takes another bite.
Zaine takes his shot.
Zaine raises an eyebrow.
"Don't be so sure. Remember the poisoned monkey? That wasn't eaten, which is generally something that predators tend to do. Maybe I'm a suspicious soul, but I'd wager it's the same culprit."
"Guess we'll see in the morning." she shakes her head, leans with her back up against the cave wall, still looking out past the entrance with her bow in her left hand, arrow nocked and ready to be drawn. "So how did you and Tulip end up together?"
Áine shoots the boss gnome attacking Zaine, she continues to move away from attackers if need be.
Sasha follows Faith down, climbing to be even with the holy man, her kukri held loosely between thumb and pointer as she climbs. They aren't down long when two lacedons break the surface, both climbing towards the tempting meal.
Áine continues to watch for a few moments as the lacedon haul themselves from the water. "Okay, let's give this a try." she says pointing her right hand at the lacedon as if it was a pistol. "boom" she says, the hammer (her thumb) falls and the aquatic ghouls and much of the area below them are suddenly encrusted in glittering golden energy sparkles. "Let's see you try to run away now, deadies." she says with a fierce smile.
Áine will go through the ledgers and journals when she has time.
“Not going to apologize,” Faith says.
He attacks the nearest vegepygmy.
Faith laughs. ”When we get to civilization, I will swear you are soulless.”
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