Bri looks over the new elf with indifference. Seems like people come and go so suddenly around here.
"Let's make sure the beach is secure and then deal with the cave."
Since the captain is suffering significant ability damage, he will not be going ashore. Jenkie will stay on the ship and cover safely with his bow.
Sorrin's intent is to check the crossbowmen for healing potions.
Round 21
Astrianna curses loudly as an arrow sink into her torso. She grits her teeth and breaks off the bolt. "If you'll excuse me, I'm tired of being shot with crossbow bolts, as I'm sure we all are." She simply sighs at Sorrin.
She looses an arrow at the crossbowman peeking around the corner of the cave before putting her bow around her neck and leaping from the aft of the ship towards the beach.
During that time the remianing cross bowman will poke out and shoot at Bri.
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Meanwhile Torgue bashes the slumbering smugglers skull in.
Cireladwen jumps out after the others, grasping onto her bow like lifeline.
Sorrin wades to shore.
To the Elf on the Shelf, Humans have a handful of years to figure that speaking in a language not known to all present is... rude. How many decades for you?
Upon consideration, the question seems rhetorical.
RD 22
As you make the beach you get another shot taken at Sorrin this time,
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The smuggler that Torgue skulled has two vials on him.
He has short sword and dagger visible
The slumbering enforcer has 2 potions, the dead enforcer has 3.
The each have light cross bow, dagger, and rapier
That all you really see handy without doing a search.
If they look like healing potions, Sorrin drinks. If they all look the same, Sorrin drinks.
As the Elf catches up, I assume these are healing potions, take two.
To the Elf on the Shelf, Humans have a handful of years to figure that speaking in a language not known to all present is... rude. How many decades for you?
Upon consideration, the question seems rhetorical.
Cireladwen stares.
Honestly? It makes me feel all... fuzzy inside.Hm... But... that seemed like a rhetorical comment meant to shame me. Hm, I know! I'll capitalize on this moment to teach about my people!"When you speak your common tongue, do you feel like you're getting picked up in your mother's arms?"
Too arrogant? Maybe he didn't want to know about elves...Seemed like the most tactful thing to- ACK! STEPPED ON A CRAB! Oh, you poor, poor thing; I hope I didn't hurt you too badly...
Society, no civilization works because individuals put aside self-centeredness and share in the communal. This isn't about mothers' arms. What you did was fragment, divide.
Are only elves, half-breeds and scholars the only ones worthy of your thought or words? He makes sure she takes the vials.
That's partially true, but at least I've never called a priestess who has bled by my side a weakling. Or a stranger who remained for a battle she had no stake in to protect me a snoot. Ah, well... I'd best not engage.
She knits her eyebrows together.
"Don't be silly." she responds to his scathing question, smiling and grabbing the vials gracefully, as they seem to be getting nudged in her general direction. "I'm not talking in Elvish now."
A tad ungrateful, but he clearly means well. I'll let the opinion rest at that.
Bri yells in the direction of the cave: "Hey! Watch out where you are trying to aim your flying toothpick you scurvy bugger."
Turning back to Sorrin and the new elf for a moment. "Have either of you ever worked upon a ship for any length of time? We get crew from all over the land and each person is often spouting out some word or phrase in their own tongue rather than a common one. You take the opportunity to learn a few new words rather than get into arguments about it."
"And maybe we should go ahead and do something about the silly buggers shooting arrows at us still...
Sorrin laughs.
So easy, 'my god made me do it'. And, young one... what if Quell's test is discretion and patience? Water does not cut stone with a single pass. Riverways an coves are cut over centuries.
Suicide is not always sacrifice, though it is... always death. You can quibble semantics with the Mockingbird.
Chell stomps her foot, quickly changing from confident to angry at Sorrin's constant antagonizing tone. "Dammit Sorrin my name is Chell and hers is Astrianna. Not priestess, young one or mockingbird. If you are going to try an argue a point you might want to not insult the other person. And I told you, the virtues of Quell are my own. I think we should continue forward because it is what I believe is right. However you only seem to only call up the Dawnflower when it suits you."
When he leaves. "You get back here dammit and let me heal you."
Round 21 and 22
Sorrin hands Astrianna a potion.
Chell's fury booms and strike home twice.
15 HP in damage. There is smoke but the man is up still.
Astrianna rubs her temple with her free hand as they make their way to the beach- Between Sorrin's voice, the sharp crack of lightning from Quell, the ache of crossbow bolts, and concern over the numerous scars she was acquiring today was beginning to give her a headache.
The half-elf sighs as Sorrin gets offended by something she considers ridiculous, as usual. "I'll put it simply, Sorrin. Speaking and writing Elven is essentially music and poetry, respectively. Some of us enjoy such things, and even bond over it. Let me experience some of my heritage."
She takes the potion with a nod of thanks, replacing it on her bandolier. Chell's comments make her mind briefly flash to only a month ago, on board The Mother's Blessing. I liked all the nick-names Adriel gave us, honestly.
RD 23:
Astri -
Bri -
Torgue -
Archers - dead
Sorrin -
Chell -
Capt/jenkie -
Smugglers/chimera - in fog
Cireladwen -
galley crew - dead
land crew -
Underwater friend -dead
You can see there is cave opening at G: 35.
You do here crying and whimpering coming from inside the cavern. A few mumble moans for help.
Torgue comes down out of rage (Fatigued 18 rounds) and moves to G-34
Sorrin sees the fatigued brute and almost takes the potion, but doesn't.
Should I take it or is someone going to use a wand... fancy. He grabs a crossbow, loading it.
Turning back to Sorrin and the new elf for a moment. "Have either of you ever worked upon a ship for any length of time? We get crew from all over the land and each person is often spouting out some word or phrase in their own tongue rather than a common one. You take the opportunity to learn a few new words rather than get into arguments about it."
"I work at a dock, Olthadî, but do not worry. I am not offended.
Merely confused.She glances at Astrianna again.
"And I will not deprive you of such culture later, but there is no need to rub this wound raw, muinthel nín."
She looks at Sorrin afterwards, searching.
"The words I have just used are neither insults or important to our task in any way." she promises.
Rd 23:
Cireladwen quaffs one of her new potions likewise.
Targeting the last enforcer, You both mistake my meaning, I am not offended. It is ignored as incoherent jibberish as I focus on the task at hand.
I'm not asking to be coddled... My "feelings" are not hurt.. He smiles professionally.
*Phew* *Huff Puff* Hold on here, I'll be right along. Torgue uncorks 'Ol' Faithful' his skin of brew that he filled up from Sally, or was it Clarisse? Umm..His still, yea he keeps forgetting whatever his name for her is. If she was a real woman, she'd belt him with a pan for doing that.
Torgue slurps some ale, clearing away the blood and salt water. I'll be right with you folks. Phew, man, revenge of the lobsters!
"You have a lot of blood, Brôg. I am pleased to see you have replenished it."
Brog? Is that like 'Bro?
Umm.Yep! Lotta blood in this gut.Mostly beer though.
Oh dear gods that image is horrifying. Cireladwen, stop imagining his body fizzing all the way to the surface. BLEEEEEEEGH!
Her left ear twitches.
"Fascinating."
RD 23
the crossbowman fires again this time at Cir.
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Shall we take him out, elf-friend?
Round 23
Astrianna growls as crossbow bolts continue to whizz by. "Gods, he could at least retreat. I assume his friend went for help. We kill him, I'll use my wand to patch us up, and we investigate this cave before whatever-the-hells comes for us."
She knocks an arrow and sends it careening towards the last crossbowman.
Holy shit! That almost got me between the ribs!
"Call me Mellon," Cireladwen insists with a calm motion to herself, the bolt caught in her chainshirt but not penetrating. "And if you and your comrades do not, I shall. He is... most irritating."
With Astrianna's words and the sound of a projectile whizzing through the air, the elf widens her allegedly serene grin.
"Thank you, muinthel nín."
Round 23
Finally these people see some sense.
Astri's arrow barely hits the man with cover and that is reflected in minimal damage to him.
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As the group scurries, and in Torgue's case lumbers, for a cover they hear the voices form within the cave a bit more clearly. 'Mama...it hurts."
"Shhhhh..quiet....battle sounds."
Round 24
Cireladwen pauses before walking into cover after the others. Her heart aches for the hostages, but to rush in already is unwise.
She's so distracted that her heart just isn't in her bowstring.
Bri takes a moment to hit herself with her wand of cure light wands.
"Anyone else like a bit of healing?"
Cireladwen points to Sorrin immediately, feeling wonderful, herself.
I could use a little love tap.
Torgue finally lumbers up, out of breath and quite tired, anxious to take a load off his dogs.
Jenkie will fire at the crossbowman,
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with precision accuracy he pops an arrow into the man's heart dropping him.
For the next couple minutes (22RDs) it's quite and there is nobody shooting at you, so you can heal and restore ability damage if you can.