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"I can tell you this," Namrath offered, "even if that's the limit of their range, it is still beyond the reach of our guns. We'd have to sail straight thru the chokepoint at the entrance to the harbor and at the speed with which they are able to reload and and change targets–"
"What in the blue blazes..." For a few seconds, Captain Namrath's murmur was the only sound to break the silence even as flame washed over the structure and a cloud of black smoke curled into the morning air. Only then did the booming retort of the explosion reach you. Darvesch:
From what you know about siege weapons, those docks should have been outside the range of a normal trebuchet. There is little doubt in your mind that either the siege weapon, its ammunition, or both are enchanted. Rolls: K: Engineering
Spellcraft DC 18
As a nearby sailor leads Ieana to her room, Namrath turns back to Isaac and Gelik. "Gentlemen, that does it for the Zephrys' 'luxury' accommodations I'm afraid. Even on a large vessel space is always tight. I can have some cots and hammocks placed in the ready room for you and Lord Hellhammer, otherwise it's the crew berths amidship."
"My Prince, let's set sail for Port Eldarion, shall we?" Prince Tyralor looks to Captain Namrath, who had been standing quietly by, and gives him a silent nod. "" Namrath calls out loudly, "" As the men hop to, Namrath bows to Alis and says, "Enjoy your tour of the ship, your Highness, I will see to it that your companions are accommodated for the night. Lady Ourson, Ms. Nevah, the two of you are welcome to make use of my quarters for the evening. Lady Hlokenar, the first mate's quarters are your, hopefully she didn't leave it too messy this time. Professor d'Adora, the second mate has vacated his quarters for your benefit."
"Hmm..." Captain Namrath snaps his fingers, "Well I do suppose that preempts any contributions I might have added." Patting the black-haired half-elf on the back, he jokes, "The table is sturdy enough, but if you break any chairs or windows we'll have words." With a wink to Prince Tyralor, and the princess by his side the captain whispers, "You kids have fun now," and sees himself out, whistling an old jig as he goes.
Sense Motive DC 24 on Lureene (Alis, Darvesch, Priyya, Tyralor, Sasha):
You realize that Lureene isn't nearly as tired as she is letting on. Instead it seems like she really just didn't want to do any physical labor. At least not moving cargo anyway... Rolls: Sense Motive DC 24:
With a nod and return salute, Namrath answers, "Permission granted Lieutenant. The Avenger is yours under joint operations until all ships have docked in Port Eldarion."
From not far away, Captain Namrath laughs and nods knowingly at Maldrake. "Oh I wouldn't say that's so terrible a crime. Why even though my own daughter, Rosalia, has been married 10 years now, I can't help but smile when I think of a handsome couple finding a life together..." Perception DC 20 (Alis, Isaac, Priyya, Tyralor, Nimniel):
It isn't too terribly difficult to notice that Captain Namrath's gaze crosses Nimniel and Tyralor as he makes the comment. Rolls: Sense Motive Checks:
Captain Namrath struck the rail of the poop deck even as he peered thru his own spyglass. "Nim, this is no natural storm. I'll butter my hat if it's not the doing of the one in red." "Tyralor," the older man called out, watching the brute climb back onto the Falcata only to pulverize yet another slaver, "are you seeing this?" Rolls:
"And the crew," the older commander prompted, eyes assaying the increasingly unwelcome change in the weather, "how have they responded?"
Theme: First Contact Captain Namrath stroke his beard and nods thoughtfully at the prince's plan. "If anyone can thaw a cool reception, it would be you. Aldarien, your team is ready?"
"HA!" Namrath slaps the ship's rail even as his first mate seems to wither beneath the attention like a flower in the noon-day sun. "Always good to have a secret weapon." The older officer eyes the tall lighthouse noting the atmospheric perspective and and scale of the structure. "Gods, Tyralor," he murmurs, "is it just me or is that 'lighthouse' big enough to house a compliment of giants? You don't suppose the Malatestans somehow established a presence here, do you?" "Well," he nods toward Nimniel who is hurriedly putting together an away team, "at least there's your secret weapon..."
Captain Namrath stepped up beside his first mate, Nimniel, even as he donned his coat and bicorn. The aging captain had been awakened by the nightwatch's cry, an honest-to-heaven lighthouse beaconing in the distance. "So after five months we finally see some sign of civilization. Here I thought we had arrived on some lost shore never to see another soul who didn't want to eat or ensorcell us..." Giving the stalwart young half-elven officer a firm pat on her shoulder, the captain said, "Helm, take us within sighting distance and have the crow's nest signal their watch. We need to get our bearings and find a port. I'll wake our liege..." Trusting to his capable, black-haired junior, the captain smoothed his well-trimmed, blonde-white beard and entered the gilded frame of the doorway leading to Prince Tyralor's quarters. With a firm rasp of his knuckles upon the hand-carved, veneer-inlaid door, he called out in a clear voice. "My lord, Prince Tyralor, we have sighted a lighthouse on a small island a few leagues ahead. The Zephrys and her crew arise even now and await your inspection. We will be within signal distance by daybreak — one hour" "So Wildethar is inhabited after all," he murmured to himself, unaware that the mighty galleon was nowhere near that fabled continent... |
