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Havrin sighs with relief as Sirsi's healing energies flow over him. For a moment, he thinks that he hears strains of violin music, which fade away as the healing spell ends.
"My thanks, Miss," Havrin says to Sirsi. "My name is Havrin Stahl. It is a pleasure to meet you, although I apologize for the state of our current location." He glances around at the gore-spattered deck and the bodies of the attackers. "I suppose we should check in with the Captain to see how the rest of the ship fares. And to bring her our two captives. Perhaps they can shed some light on what has happened."
Antal:
Barak:
Harther:
[spoiler] Receive 4 points of healing from Sirsi.
Sirsi:
"I dunnae think so, these creatures're not to be left alive." As you hear these words, a squat man in midnight blue trousers strides up from behind you. With a speed that belies his compact form, he takes their heads clean with a long curved blade. "Like wolves they are, cut off their heads and they still be tryin' to tear your throat out. They'll be doused in oil, lit, and tossed into the great blue yonder frens." He collects all four corpses on his heavily muscled shoulders, opens the hatch, and throws them down. "Ye done good work, come see the Captain when ye'er done."
Havrin's eyes narrow as he scowls toward the departing crew member. "Those survivors could have provided valuable intelligence on how they got aboard this vessel," he mutters under his breath. He glances quickly toward the others to see if any of them share his concerns.
"Wait, my good man!" Havrin calls after the crewman. "Let us help you with those." Havrin moves to follow the crewman down the ladder. "Tell us, how fares the rest of the ship? Where did these attackers come from? And what exactly are they?" Havrin attempts to strike up a conversation with the crewman.
With a grin, Antal bows before Sirsi.
"Thanks, my wounds feel better already!"
Antal's glowing eyes scan the items recovered from their assailants.
"Hmmm... there is some magic left in these potions... Ooooo and the knives!"
Antal:
Barak:
Sirsi:
Havrin:
The stocky man ignores your protestations and moves quickly down the ladder. He walks to an ornate darkly colored door at the far end of the common room on this level, and stops for a moment. "If you want to help, wait here." He walks through the door... ...and emerges a few moments later carrying a few large leather sacks and another medium sized one. He hands you the smaller sack and packs the bodies into the sacks, then hoists them over his shoulder. "Follow me now." He moves deeper into the ship, barely seeming to notice the four bodies slung over his back...
Harther:
Havrin:
The stocky man ignores your protestations and moves quickly down the ladder. He walks to an ornate darkly colored door at the far end of the common room on this level, and stops for a moment. "If you want to help, wait here." He walks through the door... ...and emerges a few moments later carrying a few large leather sacks and another medium sized one. He hands you the smaller sack and packs the bodies into the sacks, then hoists them over his shoulder. "Follow me now." He moves deeper into the ship, barely seeming to notice the four bodies slung over his back...
As Havrin follows the stocky crewman, he drinks another of his healing potions.
"I've never seen creatures like this before. What are they?" Havrin asks his companion.
Havrin:
The stocky man ignores your protestations and moves quickly down the ladder. He walks to an ornate darkly colored door at the far end of the common room on this level, and stops for a moment. "If you want to help, wait here." He walks through the door... ...and emerges a few moments later carrying a few large leather sacks and another medium sized one. He hands you the smaller sack and packs the bodies into the sacks, then hoists them over his shoulder. "Follow me now." He moves deeper into the ship, barely seeming to notice the four bodies slung over his back...
As Havrin follows the stocky crewman, he drinks another of his healing potions.
"I've never seen creatures like this before. What are they?" Havrin asks his companion.
Pondering the man's words, Havrin shoulders the smaller sack he was carrying and drags the larger sacks over to the nearest hatch to the next deck down. Havrin opens the hatch and peers inside to make sure that no one is immediately below, then as carefully as he can he lowers down each body bag. Once all of the body bags are down he piles them a few steps from the ladder, still maintaining a hold on the smaller sack. He glances around the deck as he waits and mulls over this latest turn of events.
Pondering the man's words, Havrin shoulders the smaller sack he was carrying and drags the larger sacks over to the nearest hatch to the next deck down. Havrin opens the hatch and peers inside to make sure that no one is immediately below, then as carefully as he can he lowers down each body bag. Once all of the body bags are down he piles them a few steps from the ladder, still maintaining a hold on the smaller sack. He glances around the deck as he waits and mulls over this latest turn of events.
Pondering the man's words, Havrin shoulders the smaller sack he was carrying and drags the larger sacks over to the nearest hatch to the next deck down. Havrin opens the hatch and peers inside to make sure that no one is immediately below, then as carefully as he can he lowers down each body bag. Once all of the body bags are down he piles them a few steps from the ladder, still maintaining a hold on the smaller sack. He glances around the deck as he waits and mulls over this latest turn of events.
The man in the dark pants bursts into the Infirmary, but just long enough to shout "AYE! We needin' medical topside, no time to waste!" He waits to make sure the medics are scrambling, and heads back out the door.
He comes down the stairs after you Havrin, and whistles in shock. "Quite a number these things did...we'll be needin more bags lad. See if you can't get them darkers stripped down." The man leaves again, and it's then that you notice the chaos that has erupted here. Crewman are strewn about, many of them with missing limbs and slit throats. The fortunate ones only have a few gaping holes but have died the same. Two dark figures, a male much larger than the elves you had fought earlier, and a lithe female who looks to have been hewn nearly in half, lay very near each other in the center of the deck. The shattered bones of two pitch black skeletons lie against the far wall, near an enormous stone door set with a large wheel-shaped handle in it's center. Runes decorate the area around the handle, in a language you don't quite comprehend.
Harther:
Barak:
Havrin gazes at the scene of destruction surrounding him. Responding to the tone of authority in the crewman's words, Havrin begins to strip the bodies of the two dark-skinned creatures. He examines their clothing and possessions, searching for any distinguishing insignias or other interesting items or oddities. He also examines the shattered remains of the pitch black skeletons.
Seeing everyone heading down from the decks, Antal shrugs and heads down below deck to see if anyone needs any help. As he heads below he whistles a quiet happy tune.
Antal:
Harther, Havrin:
Havrin you find two more of the eerily glowing blue knives, as well as:
a small pouch containing 22 GP
a small pouch containing a large violet gem
a small flask containing a vibrant red liquid
a bottle containing a small amount of silvery liquid in the bottom
a few empty flasks and vials
Additionally Harther you find two more blue knives, one on the floor near the stair, and another in the shambles of one of the broken crates, with a number of empty flasks and bottles. As well, another scroll case similar to the one that was found on the weather deck.
As you are finishing your detail, the man in the blue pants comes back down the stairs, shouldering another load of bags. He instructs you to load the two elves into bags and set it near the engine door. The fallen crew are to be place in another set of light grey bags and taken to Hartly, "The ship's medical officer. He'll see to em but we'll be burnin these demon elves, no question there. As soon as that Siddit get here, we'll take care of em." As soon as he finishes, a bald and barefoot man in white linen trousers pads lightly down the stairs. "We'll finish this now."
As Antal continues down past all the frightened passengers he turns to them gives a huge grin and flashes them a V with his hand for victory before heading down below deck. As he continues down past the Infirmary he stares in wonder at the Engine Deck. He arrives just behind the man in the white trousers. Looking at the body bags, then to Havrin, finally to the man in white he shrugs.
"I don't suppose you need any help here?"
"Yes, I am Ah'tar, this ship's sworn Sidhat. If you would help, bring the dead." Ah'tar hoists two of the heavy bags and walks to the far end of the broad hallway. Laying down the corpses, he places a hand to cover runes on either side of the large golden wheel. Speaking in low tones that almost resemble a chant, the runes begin to glow, the wheel turning slowly. As he finishes and retrieves his burden, the door swings open in utter silence. "Come", he beckons, taking one last look back before stepping into pitch black darkness.
Barak:
Experience!
Base Experience for Level 3: 3300
Experience Required for Level 4: 6000
Antal:
Barak:
Havrin:
Harther:
Sirsi:
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"I'll have you know I'm no priest or wizard, I have a few tricks I've picked up but nothing I'd call real magic."
Sirsi tucks the scrollcase away to puzzle out later, and helps out where she can, though lacking any skill at healing her assistance is limited.
"Dark Skinned Elves attacked, from what I gather - though I missed the violence, personally."
Barak, Sirsi:
Antal, Havrin, Harther:
"May the rest of our night pass uneventfully," Havrin says quietly, nodding to Harther, Antal, Ah'tar, and the other crewman as he leaves the engine room. "If I may be of further service, please do not hesitate to call upon me," he adds as he heads toward his quarters.
Once back at his quarters, Havrin washes up from the battle and corpse disposal activities. He tries to get what rest he can, but spends most of the rest of the night replaying the events of the evening and pondering their implications.
Barak, Sirsi:
Barak:
You retire to your quarter's for a night's rest, and it finally seems to be quieting down aboard the ship. Many of the medical staff are calming down passengers and asking them to return, but the Captain is still nowhere to be seen, nor her First Mate. When morning comes, you are individually summoned to her quarters for lunch at noon. The morning is yours to break your fast and do what you will.
Havrin will sleep in a bit due to the previous night's activities. When he rises, he will do some exercises and sharpen his greatsword and kukri. Then he will go to the mess hall and see if he can get some breakfast. He will join Harther and Antal and Sirsi if they are there, and also listen to see what the other passengers and crew have to say about last night's attack.
Antal rises early and watches the sun rise over the water as the ship flies on towards its destination. After basking in the light he meditates and readies the magical energies that lay dormant within his blood. Later he heads down to the Mess to enjoy a hearty breakfast and friendly conversation. Smiling he looks up from his plate of spiced potatoes wrapped in bacon and waves Havrin to sit next to him. In between bites he greets his new friend,
"Morning Friend! Havrin, right? How was your sleep?"
"Ah, troubled, friend Antal, troubled. I hope you slept better." Havrin pokes at his food as he continues. "I have fought many battles, but never against creatures such as those we fought last night. The crewman referred to them as 'the Ancient Enemy' but they seemed like demon elves to me. Have you heard aught of these creatures?"
"Hmmm... I can't recall ever seeing anything like what we fought last night." Antal shovels another spoonful of potatoes into his mouth. Grinning as he swallows the food and reaches for his cup of water. "The world is big though, and there are many places I've yet to see in my travels." He gulps the water down and slams the cup down on the table. "MAN! That is good!"
Upon awakening Sirsi tries to go back to sleep...
Giving up after a few minutes she quickly dresses and spends a little while checking the tuning on her violin before heading out to find breakfast.
Sitting with Havrin and Antal, she greets them warmly, "Don't think I ever caught your names last night, but you seemed to be more in the action than I, any idea what was going on last night?"
Sirsi digs into her food ravenously, using her limited magic ability always makes her hungry, but then a lot of things make her hungry.
Smiling at Sirsi, Antal leaps onto his chair and bows before her.
"The name, my dear lady, is Antal, my friend, I met last night here is called Havrin. I quite enjoyed your performance last night. I hope I get the chance to listen to you perform again before we arrive at our destination."
With a flourish, he leaps back down and goes back to shoveling food in his mouth. Occasionaly glancing up to Sirsi, to show he is still interested in having a conversation.
"Well friends Antal & Havrin, I dare say I'll be called upon to play or sing a tune again 'fore too long."
Sirsi finishes off her plate before continuing.
"The name be Sirsi, player, singer and occaisional troublemaker as the mood takes me. Must say I'm glad to have you aboard, I think there'd be a good many more casualties if the liken of you hadn't stepped into the fight last night.