Rutter manages to swim closer to Raliscar, dagger in hand.
"Whoa! WHOA! Tha' didn't work at all! Watch it, fishy! Hey... hey- WHOA!"
As the shark darts forward, Raliscar manages to keep his head about him and remain steady in the murky waters. He grumbles loudly as he narrows his eyes on the shark and brings his crossbow to bear, "Cousin! Ye owe me a place where th' first thing we meet doesn'a try ta eat me!"
HP: 56/56
AC: 13 (13 T / 10 FF)
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +8/+9/+4
Ranger's Focus (+4/+4): [X] [ ]
Level 1 spells prepared (1+1): gravity bow [ ] [ ]
Necklace of Fireballs: 6d6 [ ] // 4d6 [X] [ ] // 2d6 [ ] [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
Favored Terrain (underground/dungeon): +2 to Initiative, Perception, Stealth, & Survival for ALL party members
Favored Target: shark (+4/+4)
With his axe drawn, Felgar swims ten feet closer to the shark and his cousin as a full round action.
Vyshael had expected the shark's reaction, and as he had planned was able to dart forward with an ensorcelled hand full of electricity to zap the fish just as it got to Raliscar. Sadly, it wasn't quite enough to kill the thing.
Neva had a bolt loaded and ready to shoot, and did just that, but sadly the thing got stopped by the water a good ten feet away from the thing.
Both Felgar and Rutter do what they can to close the gap between themselves and the fight, but it takes all their time just getting there.
Raliscar takes a chance, and decides to use his crossbow in close quarters, regardless of the risks. It was worth it, as the shark just can't seem to get a bite on the dwarf, and instead gets a big heavy bolt to the jaw for its efforts.
Seeing the shark beginning to retreat, and wanting to ensure it doesn't return, Vyshael points his blade at it while tracing a pattern with his webbed hand, causing three darts of force to streak out and strike the beast.
Rutter excitedly tries to speed up to follow the retreating shark, but he forgets the fundamentals in his haste, and just flails about comically.
Vyshael's three glowing darts of force make the shark's attempt at escape fail quite certainly. It turned to dash away, but got nowhere before stopping to float belly up.
Raliscar pumps his arm jubilantly as the shark starts to turn tail but his gesture turns into a whoop of victory as Vyshael brings the predator down.
"Dumb thing should'a jus' calmed down like I told it to. Stupid fish." He glances to the hole the shark emerged from, then casts a wary eye toward the rest of the wreckage and sees a good many places for other sharks to hide. Shaking his head, his beard trailing through the water with the motion, he pauses to reload his crossbow before continuing on toward the boat.
"Do sharks like to work in packs, like wolves, or are they loners? Anyone know?"
We need to be gettin' into that hold t'see what happened.
Felgar swims towards the hole going below decks.
Vyshael says, "Think it depends on the species.. Might be worth seeing if our friend ate anything useful... But the blood might attract more of them."
Rutter puts his blade away and continues to the unexplored part of the wreck. "Cut him up if you like; I'm no good in the open like this. I'll keep searching."
Vyshael says, "We should all keep searching -- just tuck the shark into a bulkhead so it doesn't float away and we can do the cutting him open when we're back above the surface."
Raliscard nods, "Tha's not a bad idea." Retrieving the rope he'd brought along, he takes a moment to tighten a loop around the skark's tail and the other end to a piece of railing on the sunken vessel.
"Tha' should keep 'im in place until we're ready for 'em."
As Vyshael blasts the escaping shark, Felgar swims closer and Raliscar reloads his crossbow. Rutter and Neva, however, attempt to make forward progress, but only flounder in the water.
From out of the hole where the shark emerged, everyone but Rutter and Neva can see a hideous being emerge, their limited eyesight hindering them. It is a woman, in the loosest sense of the word. The thing is so hideously ugly, the sight of her almost drains you to your very core. As soon as she emerges, she begins casting a spell.
Vyshael says, "I don't think so.", spinning around and pointing his blade at the ugly woman, using the pearl of power to cast another magic missile, trying to disrupt the spell.
The 'woman' almost cackles as Vyshael's spell dissipates before even striking 'her'. Not absorbed, as if she was protected by a shield spell, but like the magic unraveled before it reached her.
Felgar swims 20 feet closer to the witch as a full round action.
Neva saw Vyshael react violently to something, and did her best to flail forward to find out what is going on.
Her legs accidentally kicked in a frog-like motion, and she was surprised to see herself moving forward. She touched her hand to Felgar with a lightly glowing finger
"What th' devil- where'd she come from?!" Shaking his head, Raliscar moves closer to the woman then fires off a desperate shot, willing the bolt through the water and hoping it disrupts her spell.
HP: 56/56
AC: 13 (13 T / 10 FF)
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +8/+9/+4
Ranger's Focus (+4/+4): [X] [ ]
Level 1 spells prepared (1+1): gravity bow [ ] [ ]
Necklace of Fireballs: 6d6 [ ] // 4d6 [X] [ ] // 2d6 [ ] [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
Favored Terrain (underground/dungeon): +2 to Initiative, Perception, Stealth, & Survival for ALL party members
Focus (watery tart): +4/+4
As Raliscar moves forward and gets a better look at what swam out of the hole where the shark originally emerged, the hideousness of it strikes him with a feeling of queasiness. This sparks a memory of something you had learned. This thing is clearly a hag, specifically a sea hag. You know an amazing amount about these things. Unfortunately, his bolt didn't have enough force after going through the water to pierce her tough hide.
Neva continued to swim forward to reach her friends.
"A sea hag? Here?!" Raliscar grumbles audibly about this turn of events. "They can throw curses about with just a glance, so keep yer heads about yerselves."
As most of the group do what they can to swim toward the hag or disrupt her spell, they are successful at the former but not so much the latter. Due to this, she gets the spell off, and in the space right beside her and Felgar appears another shark. This she promptly commands, in some unknown language while pointing at Felgar, to most likely attack him. That is exactly what it tries to do, and manages to gnaw on the sturdy dwarf's shoulder, and a cloud of blood floats out into the water.
The sea hag herself, now that her summons is completed, turns her horrific visage at the same dwarf, hexing him with just a look. Felgar is consumed with a strange nebulous distress and a gnawing sense of impending doom.
Cursing as the water steals the strength from his shot, Raliscar continues to narrow the distance to the abominably ugly hag as he reloads his crossbow.
HP: 56/56
AC: 13 (13 T / 10 FF)
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +8/+9/+4
Ranger's Focus (+4/+4): [X] [ ]
Level 1 spells prepared (1+1): gravity bow [ ] [ ]
Necklace of Fireballs: 6d6 [ ] // 4d6 [X] [ ] // 2d6 [ ] [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
Favored Terrain (underground/dungeon): +2 to Initiative, Perception, Stealth, & Survival for ALL party members
Focus (watery tart): +4/+4
Vyshael grimaces at the Hag's attacks, and rushes her, growing a wicked set of horns as he effortlessly swims forward, carefully allowing the righteous fury within him to slip its chains, filling him with additional strength that he uses to drive into the ugly, wicked thing.
Felgar shakes off the hag's hex and swings at the shark that bit him.
Neva continued to pull through the water, amazed by Vyshael's transformation.
As her glowing hairpins began to illuminate the combatants in flickering light, she made a quick prayer to Pharasma, and a glowing dagger shot out towards the hag.
The dagger shimmered and wavered in the swirling water and failed to find its mark.
Rutter manages to swim closer to the battle.
Vyshael grows a wicked set of horns, and darts through the water, twisting agiley underneath the shark to stab the hag with his new weapon.
Neva swam closer, and catching sight of the woman cast a spell materializing into a dagger of pure force. As the weapon zipped effortlessly toward the hag and swung, it just dissipated in to little motes before vanishing completely.
Felgar stayed focused on the creature chewing on his shoulder. Swinging with all his might at the big thing, he was hindered by the torn muscles and ligaments in his bitten shoulder, more blood clouding the water as he moved the limb.
Rutter made headway toward the hag, but now both he and Neva were both close enough to see the gut-wrenching hideousness of the woman, as it weighed heavy on them.
Raliscar thrashed about in the water poorly, before stopping and just reloading his weapon.
Drawn by the blood coming from the dwarf, the shark continues to bite at Felgar, but doesn't get as good a chunk as before with the clouded waters.
The hag, chooses this time to square off against the somewhat narwhalian elf that had just gouged her. She jabs twice at him with her shortspear, and slaps with a scaly, webbed, claw of a hand. For as gangly and ugly as she is, the hag has an almost supernatural power behind her attacks, and thrashes Vyshael thoroughly.
Felgar again attacks the Shark!
Rutter struggles fruitlessly to join Felgar and Vyshael in the melee. He manages only to draw a dagger, in case the shark breaks off its engagement with Felgar.
Frustrated but also starting to panic, Neva called upon Pharasma's blessing and swam forward as fast as she could.
Vyshael winces at the blows, part of his mind noting how the water didn't slow the hag's claws and realizing that he's outmatched, while another part regrets not having released the full extent of his rage to drive away petty concerns like pain and doubt. He closes both hands around his mother's sword and tries to drive it through the hag with every ounce of his enhanced strength... Hoping to hit something vital before she impales him, especially now that she torn away his buffer of false life.
Raliscar regains his bearings and veritably zips through the murky water toward the struggles in the deeper waters beneath him. "Chop tha' thing inta pieces, cousin!" Trusting in the stalwartness common in all Stoutaxes, Raliscar turns his aim toward the greater threat of the hag. Praying to both Erastil and Gozreh under his breath, he looses another bolt.
HP: 56/56
AC: 13 (13 T / 10 FF)
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +8/+9/+4
Ranger's Focus (+4/+4): [X] [ ]
Level 1 spells prepared (1+1): gravity bow [ ] [ ]
Necklace of Fireballs: 6d6 [ ] // 4d6 [X] [ ] // 2d6 [ ] [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
Favored Terrain (underground/dungeon): +2 to Initiative, Perception, Stealth, & Survival for ALL party members
Focus (watery tart): +4/+4
Bless: +1 to hit / +1 morale vs fear
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