"How about we go talk to Grok and go from there hmm?" She asked with a smile before she looked at Hodge. "Do me a favor hmm? If anyone comes asking for us, act like you can't understand them please... unless they try to hurt you of course." She told him before she waved Rosie along and headed down to see Grok.
G'Nosha buried her blade up to the chest of the boxer who collapsed to his knees, gripping her wrist as blood bubbled from between his lips. G'Nosha felt a flash if pain and heard the faint tingle of feminine laughter, as a brand of a skull and crossbones, the holy symbol of Besmara, appeared on her wrist, seeminglying burned there in crimson by the pirates blood.
Rosie smiled and nodded slightly, offering her hand to shake. "Regardless of the outcome of this conversation, I am in your debt Esmarelda. Thank you!"
"Well lets go see what we can do hmm?" Esmarelda said with a smirk as she led the halfling down to the quartermaster's store. "Oh Grok! May we talk a moment?" Esmarelda asked with a smile.
G'nosha suddenly felt very weak, and started staggering.
G'Nosha collapses to her knees and begins to black out to the tinkling feminine laughter, before two feet appear in her vision, seeming to drop down from the skies above. As the feet land, splashing bilge goo all over the Half Orc, she feels a burning current fill her from head to toe, the smell of salt water growing stronger, the sea air becoming choking as her wounds knit back together perfectly.
G'Nosha is suddenly painfully awake, her body washed clean of any pain, any fatigue and any worry. She lay there staring up at the woman who had just cast a spell on her, a woman who looked just as confused as she herself was.
"Who the bloody hell are you people and why does the lady favor you all so much?" Sand sat down in the bilge water looking worn and confused.
As Es and Rosie enter the Quartermaster store, Grok looks up, smiling politely at the women. [b]"What can I do fer yeh girls?"
As the call goes up for sails on the horizon, the Captain bursts up from below deck and charges to the fore rail, pulling a jewel encrusted spyglass from the wrap on his waist.
"Travellin against us, we will have to pick up speed... Won't see action to the morning!" He frowned, slamming the piece shut before nodding and turning to the deck. "MISTER PLUGG!"
"Yes Captain?" The man answered, stepping out of the crowd.
"Set up watches. No fires on deck. Half ration of rum tonight and everyone gets some sleep. In the mornin, we get us some blood!"
As the imminent threat looms on them, all of Aviz's suspicions are put on hold and his training takes back over. Now he is with allies while an enemy bears down on them, and they must stand together or fall divided. He plays cards quietly and goes to bed early. He knows how important it is to be well rested for a fight if one is coming.
"Hello Grok." Esmarelda said with a bright smile. "I've come to see about Rosie's fiddle. I'm hoping we can make a deal." She told her.
"Some actually action!" Esmarelda said as a grin lit up her face. "I look foreword to it."
When G'nosha opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the red mark on her left wrist. Her first reaction was to try to rub it off, but strangely, it did not go away, as if her skin had been branded with a red-hot iron, sending a cold shiver down her spine. It took her a moment to realise that she was not alone.
"Who the bloody hell are you people and why does the lady favor you all so much?"
That's right... I was attacked... And then I think I killed them.
"I wish I had the answer to that question," G'nosha replied as she got back on her feet. "Well, if getting attacked and backstabbed by two guys was some sort of test, I guess I passed. At least for now. With your help," the half-orc added. "Thanks. It's not the first time you save my life. And if these guys weren't acting out of their own will, I'll have to watch my back better than that. Did you heal them?"
[ooc]Everyone[/ooc
The previous fight had left G'nosha tired and weakened, and she was more than happy to go to bed ealier -without a full tankard of that cheap rum. While she drank, she tried to pay attention to the others crewmembers, in case someone looked surprised to see her alive.
"Zzzzz."
1) Character Connections - Everyone who has interacted with a specific NPC keeps their bond with that NPC.
2) Owlbear - Aviz fought Owlbear and Mateo bet on the fight, earning the group an extra 200 GP as part of the party loot.
3) Reefclaws - Amara recieved the Mark of Besmara instead of Hodge during the trials involving the Reefclaws.
4) The Bilge Stabbing - Mateo was the one who got jumped in the Bilges and now bears the mark of Besmara in the same spot as G'Nosha did.
Mark of Besmara List - Amara, Aviz, Esmarelda, Mateo.
Dark Dreams and Dark Waves
Clear seas and skies, a warm wind filling the sails. Amara stood with her eyes closed, her face tilted to the sky, sun warming her cheeks. The Sapphire Queen rode low in the waves, her holds packed with the spoils of her last prize. The sweet sound of music and laughter drifted up from the lower deck of the Schooner and Amara felt herself smiling.
”A fat hold and calm seas, aye tis what we all want pet!” Amara turned to find a beautiful woman with raven hair, sitting on the railing beside her, smoking a pipe. She smiled brightly, tipping back her hat and looking out over the sea.
When Amara turned to look in the direction the woman was looking, her face fell. The sea was rising and the skies were darkening. Out of the tempest demons flew and sea monsters rolled
”It isn’t all clear sailing though luv. Just remember that when the winds shift, you look to those who support you. And keep the faith!” The laughter was gone now, screams filling the air.
As the wave crashed over the ship, Amara burst awake, tinkling laughter haunting her waking, the smell of blood and sea spray thick in her nostrils.
Waves pound the dark wood hull beneath his feet, wind driven rain stinging his face as Aviz strains at the wheel, turning Avenging Stars nose into the swell. The ship rises up the brow of the wave lightly before bursting free, the dark horizon coming into view for a brief moment before the quick black Clipper plunged down into the trough, only to be pounded by a smaller wave coming off the port bow.
Aviz hears the unmistakable sound of splintering wood and feels the ship lurch against him, feeling the wheel begin to slip, before…
”Steady love. Hold true. You can do it!” The raven haired beauty that threw her side against his shouted over the wind. Where their bodies touched he felt a line of heat and power beginning to spread slowly through his body.
His vision narrowed on the task at hand and everything else melted away. He spotted a line of clear skys on the horizon as the ship crested the next wave and felt the woman shift beside him nudging him in that direction.
”Keep the faith pet, you are almost through the woods now!”
Dawn broke over the ship as it burst free of the storm, the sun blinding, chasing Aviz into consciousness, a light tinkiling laugh wringing in his ears and the heady smell of perfume and sea spray thick in his nostrils.
Rain and sea spray pound the rock around him as he huddles against the wind, feeling it cut straight through his clothing, chilling him to the bones. He stares up at the forboding Keep on the cliff above and feels a building sense of determination well up inside. He tears his gaze away from the Keep reluctantly before glancing down at the choppy waves far below, towards where the Dark Tempest sits at anchor. The fat Galley rides low in the water, weighted down with gold, silks and spices from their recent prize.
Cadj feels a grim smile split his face as he glances back at the Keep once more, before turning his back and beginning his walk back down to the cove, towards a shadowy group of crewmates waiting on the beaches there.
Cadj was awoken by the morning bell to find that same sense of determination filling him with warmth.
Thick fog swallowed everything in sight, damping the groan and creak of the Caravel as she was pulled back and forth by the lapping of the waves against her polished hull. Her sails hung limp, not a whisper of wind to fill them. They had been adrift for what felt like a week and the crew was growing less and less pleasant as the days went on.
Eskilline sat alone on the aft deck of the Golden Dawn, staring listlessly in to the fog. As he sat there he heard a loud, thunderous chime, as if a huge bell was ringing right in his ears. The bell came again, along with the creaking of salt caked wood and bone.
Eskiline felt a slow chill of dread fill his bones, driving him to action, as the bell drew him from his sleep, becoming the morning bell on the same old ship he had fallen asleep on the night before.
Thunderous applause chased her out onto the balcony into the warm summers night air. She could barely catch her breath as she rested her hands on the railing and stared down over the glittering lights of the city, down towards the port. Her eyes sought out the light hulled Cutter that sat in the centre of the bay, her sails furled, her anchor lowered. The Gilded Melody was fast becoming as notorious as her Captain was famous. She sat there with a fresh coat of paint, bought with some of the spoils from her last trip, and didn’t she look beautiful.
”A ship is only as strong as her crew pet. You can dress her up how you like but if her crew is rotten, she won’t float for long!” The Raven haired beauty who sits atop the railing beside you smiles as she tips her tricorn hat up out of her eyes and glanced down at the ship. ”It is beautiful though, and such fine work it will achieve, aye?” She glances back at Es, before tapping the brand on her chest lightly.
Es feels a warmth begin to spread from her fingertip, curling through her body like a heavy, comforting weight, mixing with her soul and grounding her, for a moment.
”Storm is rising luv, keep your head above water and you’ll do fine!”
When Es turns to reply, the woman is gone, replaced by a slowly advancing shadow.
”Keep the faith pet, all will be well if you keep the faith!”
As the darkness envelopes her, Es is startled awake, the smell of sea spray and perfume thick in her nostrils, a tinkling laugh wringing in her ears.
His throat stung from lack of water, his face burned from lack of shade. He sat with his chin resting against his chest, his back pressed against the thin trunk of the sole palm tree that decorated his sad little island. He glanced up again at the wreckage that lay on the reef, some 100 feet from his tiny Sandbar Kingdom. The Frigate had been fleeing for all her worth, pursued by Slavers and Demons of the deep. The magics that wracked her decks were too much for the pilots to handle, the darkness too consuming and…
”Stand up sweetheart. Come on now, on your feet!” Mateo tore his gaze away from the Devils Due, his eyes focusing on the raven haired beauty who waded through the surf towards him.
He stood shakily and his vision began to swim. He stumbled, but she was just there beside him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder, proping him up. Instantly he felt warmth suffuse his body, swelling inside him, filling him with strength. He stood straighter, looking down at the woman, who nodded and smiled up at him, tipping her tricorn hat out of her eyes.
”Aye, good. Keep that spine straight and those eyes sharp love. And when it all seems lost, keep the faith!”
She smiled and pushed him lightly in the chest, causing him to stumble back and begin to fall. He burst awake, the smell of sea spray and coconuts thick in his nostrils, a light tinkling laughter filling his ears.
The Red Maiden crept her way slowly through the dawns first light, her sails full, her decks awash with activity. Vex sat atop a crate and watched the crew work, her tail swaying softly behind her, fanning away the worst of the morning heat. As the ship pulled into the cove, her eyes were drawn up the cliff face, towards a strange rock formation, one that appeared to be the image of a grinning skull.
As the Carrack slipped into the cove on silent winds, the woman slipped down on to the deck, before making her way to the fore castle, staring out at the beach as it came closer. The ship came to a gradual halt and Vex turned to begin handing out orders, sending the crew this way and that, in a hurry to begin the landing.
In no time at all she set foot in the azure waters around the beach. As her feet hit sand, a jolt of electric energy shot through her, energizing her every step, carrying her onwards, in to the thick jungle before her.
Bells began to ring in the distance to herald their arrival, and to pull Vex from her sleep. She sat up, energy coursing through her body, ready for anything.
Blood and Thievery on the High Seas
As dawn breaks bright across the morning sky, the ship is in full war mode. The chase had lasted through the night, though th1e ship being pursued had no idea of the Wormwoods presence. By sparing half of the each shift, the Captain has managed to have the crew up bright and early, fully rested and ready for war.
As the morning bell rings, calling you all from your slumber, you crawl from the hold to find the deck of the ship outfitted for the oncoming combat. The starboard side of the ship is decked in razornets, set up to deter potential borders who would seek to surround the ship and flank. This is not much of a worry as the ship you chase is a merchants galley, but the Captain is a cautious man. Along with the fitting of razorwire you note the weapon chests at mid and fore aft are open to the air and crew mates are openly wearing armor and weaponry again.
You are met at the mast by Scourge, who glares at each of you in turn, his gaze lingering on Mateo for a moment, before turning away. ”Right, you all are still alive so yer gonna work fer yer f#$+in place on this ship poppets. Yer first at the rail and first over the side when we come beside her. Get suited up and don’t hold back. It is them or you now. Get to it, we will be on her soon enough or I don’t miss my guess!” He turns and heads towards the stern to begin preparations.
As Scourge retreats, Sandara makes her way towards you, smiling, her arms crossed over the well repaired suit of armor she wears. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail and her face, though smiling, is grim. ”Well my lovelies, looks like we are in for a Red day today. Good for us, maybe, and bad for them as aren’t us, definitely. Scourge is a bastard but he is right, it is them or us. Fight hard loves, I don’t want to have to play doctor at the end of this. Though I will if you ask nicely!” She throws Aviz a wink as she says the last, before walking away with a small laugh.
Esmarelda could understand the idea of what would likely happen but... her nerves where making her hair stand on end. She'd never been in a real fight before, she never had to be. "Sand, could you help me put my hair in a braid? I don't need it in my face I'm sure." She asked with a small laugh.
After that Es went down and quick equipped herself in her armor, rapier at her right hip, dagger upon her left. Once she was done with that she made sure Aviz and Eskiline where ready for this.
"Handsome..." Es muttered softly to Aviz as she came to his side. "will you help me with something? Keep an eye on Honey?" She asked as she nodded her head back to Eskiline. "I'll do my best to look after him as well but, having another set of eyes on him might help no?"
The line that Besmara said range in her head.
A ship is only as strong as her crew
If Esmarelda wished to be a Captain in her own right, she'd need to take that statement to heart.
Cadj was testing the sharpness of an handaxe on his thumb, as he walks on the deck.
Licking the small drop of blood, he showed not much emotion. This was a pirate ship, they were bound to attack another ship sooner or later.
Cadj wasn't bloodthirsty, but if he had to fight he wasn't afraid to wound, maim or kill. He was more used to brawl than to engage in a full fledged naval battle, but sometimes you have to learn on the spot.
Looking at their prey, he was waiting to get closer before casting a protective spell.
No use to get hurt before the fight start.
Aviz wakes with a start, throwing off his sheets and reaching for his knuckles. His eyes dilate as he looks around the room in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his ears. As he sees the rest of the room quiet he takes a deep, shuddering breath.
F!@!ing dreams.
Aviz gets up in the early morn, most likely more at ease and relaxed than the other green ears. He's used to small-scale sieges with the criminal empires of Cheliax, and having to sleep in the midst of a battle is nothing new to him.
Aviz simply nods at being first over the rail. Not unexpected, and for him not unwelcome. It was where he was best at. He flexes his stubs of wings. And just wait...I'll be a terror soon enough.
Aviz blushes at Sandara throwing him a wink, thinking back to Es as well. Do they just enjoy making me uncomfortable? He thinks pessimistically. Than the devil herself approaches him.
Es finds Aviz relaxed, looking onto the horizon with a calm steadiness. As she inquires of his help for Eskiline, he arcs a brow at her. "New to this, aren't you?" He wants to jab fun at her for the irony of them being in a situation where she is the uncomfortable one, but most likely she wouldn't appreciate the joke when their lives are on the line. "Aye, I can do that. Just keep behind me, I'll keep them off you." He pauses a moment, remembering somebody he used to work with. "Only the stupid or insane aren't scared before a fight. The waiting is the worst part."
Cadj calmly replies
Waiting isn't that bad, when you are the predator. When you're the prey, it's worse. Do you believe the assault will obey some strategy or will it be an all out, chaotic fight?
Aviz eyes the newcomer. Cadj, right. From the night shift. Aviz snorts. "Cornered prey kills as easily as a predator." He shrugs at predictions of the combat. "It's pirates, I doubt it will be much more than chaos."
Cadj nods at the bird-man words
True too, I suppose. Never been to keen on hunting myself. Let's do our best not to be killed, and to kill if needed.
Vex stretches. A smile on her face. Before terror comes over her. She pats her rump and grabs her head, before she sighs in relief. No tail. No ears. All was good. Glad the dream didnt make her shift to her natural form.
Battle was on them. She really hoped she didnt end up in the water. Or on the wrong side of a sword. She was not the violent type. Stories. Dancing. Thise were her strong points. Not this making others bleed. Non the less. She made sure her armor fotted snugly. She grabbed her prefered weapon. A simple blackjack. At least she wont be killing anyone. And with a flick of her wrist, it vanished somewhere on her body. She nodded and headed out to meet the enemy.
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Esmarelda smirked at Aviz as he asked, giving a nod as well. "Father had me trained in fighting to defend myself if need be but... I never really got into a fight. Let alone a battle." She answered.
When Cadj came foreword and spoke to them, Es couldn't help but smile at the man. "Yes, I do believe doing our best not to be killed is a grand idea!" She laughed. "You're on the night crew are you not? I am Esmarelda Niciniana Taliba Iolana Valarie. Es for short." She said.
Indeed, I am from the night crew. I'm sure "Es" will prove to be an handy short name in the middle of the fight. For those who don't know me, my name is Cadj Nassen. I am a practitionner of the arcane arts.
Amara wakes up out of the dream. Besmara? Oh, my queen. What had she said? "Look to those who support you."
I think that's all I've wanted, ever since I escaped that bastard who owned me. A crew of friends. I think I could watch the world burn if I had friends to help me light the fire!
"G'morning, Cadj!" She smiles at the dour wizard. "How are you feeling today, Mateo? Ready to take on the world?" "Hey, Vex. I think I'm finally figuring out how to cook. I'm going to try to show Kroop something. That old pirate actually knows what he's doing."
Amara sees the others, and gives them a good looking over. Besmara said look for support, and I suppose the more the merrier. She strides boldly forward, hand extended. "My name's Amara. Nice to meet you!" Noticing Aviz's wings, she blurts: "Wow, can you fly? That's amazing!" Then she blushes a bit "I'm sorry--was that terribly rude?"
"Hey Kroop, it looks like there's going to be a fight. Should we cook something nice for the victory party?
During her time on deck she tries to tell a story to Ratline about how a small ship once sailed through a spiky rock shoal with some sharks to boot, and survived by the skin of their teeth
Noticing Aviz's wings, she blurts: "Wow, can you fly? That's amazing!" Then she blushes a bit "I'm sorry--was that terribly rude?"
Aviz's mood turns faster than Besmara's mood in a storm. "Not anymore." He spits out.
Es rested her hand on Aviz's shoulder as he spoke. "His ability to fly was taken when he was kidnapped to work on this ship." She said. "He is understandably still bitter about it." Es gently and reassuringly squeezed his shoulder.
"So, while not rude Amara... it was a question that stung a bit."
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Mateo manages a brief nod in reply to Amara's inquiry as to whether he is ready to take on the world today. Almost immediately, though, Mateo distances himself from the priestess, Vex, and Cadj--the closest thing he had to friends on this ship. Scourge had tried to have him murdered last night, and Mateo had honestly expected one of the crew to slit his throat while he caught a few hours' sleep before the impending battle. He was a man marked for death, it seemed, and he didn't want to drag his shipmates down with him. Amara and Vex could likely talk their way out of any difficulty; Cadj was likely valued for his magical abilities. If he kept his distance from them, perhaps they'd be safe.
In all truth, Mateo wasn't even certain what had transpired down in the bilges. His two crewmates--both cronies of Scourge--had turned on him and tried to murder him. His training had failed him. Not only had he not seen the ambush coming, but his battle training had abandoned him as well. Had he somehow, against all odds, won the fight though sorely wounded? Or had his would-be killers prevailed, leaving him in the bilges to bleed out? Had Sandara healed him...or had her goddess actually intervened? Mateo had no idea.
What was indisputable was that a blood-red skull-and-crossbones--Besmara's holy symbol--was now branded on his left wrist (though Mateo had hidden the sign beneath some bandages for the time being). He hadn't mentioned the attack for fear of putting bulls-eyes on the backs of his friends as well. Yet somehow his wounds were now fully healed.
And then there was last night's vivid dream...or vision. Besmara now either favored him...or claimed his life to do with as she pleased. The goddess's words echoed in his ears even now: "Keep that spine straight and those eyes sharp love. And when it all seems lost, keep the faith!”
Keep the faith? Mateo thinks. I never had faith in you to begin with! He'd paid some lip service to Cayden Cailean over the past few years, but he hated pirates and everything to do with them. Yet Besmara--at least the version that had appeared in his dream--had seemed gay and light-hearted, not black-hearted like Scourge, Plugg, and most of the Wormwood's wicked crew. Then it dawned on him: these latter scoundrels weren't devotees of Besmara: they were godless, sinful, immoral men.
Mateo took a deep breath and, in that moment, willed himself to become what he hated: a pirate. He would be a pirate, true enough, but he would not truly be serving Captain Harrigan, Mister Plugg, or Master Scourge--his heart and sword arm would serve Besmara. As soon as he could escape the Wormwood and its crew of blackguards, he would.
Mateo's eyes again fell briefly upon Amara as she incurred the wrath of the maimed strix crewman whose name he didn't know. Mateo considered stepping in but then opted to let the little lady fight her own battles...for now, at least. Mateo still had lingering trust issues with the priestess, due to the similarities (both physical and in terms of their ease to manipulate others) between Amara and Jetsam, the lovely informant whose dubious tip had led directly to his press-ganging aboard the Wormwood.
He rubbed the bandaged wrist where the holy mark was hidden. Besmara had marked him, though, and it was a secret that wouldn't keep forever. He decided to have a talk with Amara after the coming battle...if they survived (which didn't seem a certain thing, since Scourge had told them they'd be the first ones over the rail).
Today, though...I finally embrace being a pirate. And pirates say '*$#% the rules!'
Instead of working hard at his assigned task, Mateo decides to visit Grok's office for some last-minute shopping before the blood starts to spill and the $&*# hits the fan.
Whatever the task he was asked, Cadj tried to accomplish it.
But sometimes things don't go as planned, or aren't as successful as you would have wished.
As the Wormwood closes on her prey, Mateo begins to realize that his long-term plans for keeping his friends from Scourge's wrath need to take a back seat to keeping them alive during the imminent battle. He takes the time to speak briefly with the other three members of the crew who'll be part of the same boarding team. After introducing himself properly, Mateo apologizes for his aloof behavior that morning, stating that other matters were weighing on his mind.
"I bought a crossbow from Grok, so I should be able to snipe a bit as we near our foes," he tells them. "Once the ship's been grappled, I'll be one of the first over the rails to see if I can cut a clear path for others to follow."
"If I can. Id rather take a spot where I dont uave to fight. Its not really my strong point. But maybe if i catch someone off guard i can knock them out?" she lifts a sap from her side. Her blue and green eyes hopeful
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"I have to get ready for the fight." Aviz says, walking away from the group. He finds a spot further up the edge of the boat and continues to leer over the water.
As the party began to ready themselves through various means, the ship came alive in a rush of activity and preparation. Sandara helps Esmarelda tie her hair back after her own style and takes a moment, squeezing the woman on the shoulder comfortingly, before moving off to help others.
When Mateo finds Grok in the stores, she looks at him for a moment, before sliding the money for the crossbow back over the table at him. "Plenty of pieces up on deck. Grab one and keep it. If you live, consider it a present, from me." She grinned before fitting him with the rest of the gear he requested.
When Mateo makes his way on deck and begins to speak to the others, Plugg cuts in, looking around at you slowly. "All of you take a ranged weapon and be ready to hit them. Spellcasters do what you must. If one of you hold back the Captain will not be pleased. Get to it!"
Sand moves to stand beside Aviz, leering out over the water in a perfect imitation of the man. "Watch out for them when they get over the side. You know your way in a fight, not all of them do." She glanced at the man before moving away in to the press once more.
What feels like no time at all later, Scourge lets loose a sharp whistle, signalling the ships were coming within distance. Visible now, fleeing for her life [url= https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b9/Three-masted_Hoeker_2.jpg] the heavy three masted ship[/ur] the name, the Mans Promise, emblazoned on her arse, comes in to view.
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Aviz grunts an affirmation as they close. More likely his allies will be more on his mind than his enemies.
As they close Aviz crouches behind some cover and absentmindly lobs arrows over the side. This is just foreplay. The fight is to come.
Aviz drops the bow, moving forward with his fauchard like a staff, waiting for the clash.
Esmarelda kept as low to the deck of the ship as she could while they came alongside.
When they got close enough Esmarelda took the chance to shoot the crossbow she had been given before dropping it where she was.
Esmarelda drew her rapier, readying herself for combat.
Cadj cast a protective spell, tracing words in the air with his bloodied finger
Crouching, he tries to spot the leader of the other boat
Using a light crossbow, he shoots
Amara sees the approaching ship, sees that they are Rahadoumi, and curses. "Bastard slavers!"
She calls on Besmara to bless their undertaking.
Casts bless on all here assembled. +1 on attack rolls for 2 minutes. Everyone should get +1.
As the other ship closes, Amara thinks that she had better protect herself so she can heal anyone who needs it. She casts copycat and makes a double of herself. "Twice the Amaras, twice the fun, you Rahadoumi scum!"
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Okay so here is the situation. I got in to a bad place and got struck by the business / technical bug. And then my anxiety kicked in because I owe so many people posts. And then it got worse and worse. So I am working my way through my backlog and am just just getting to the top. I feel awful but I can't do anything but say sorry again. I'll get a post up when I get home in two hours.
I'm a bad DM, sorry guys. You have my deepest apologies.
I lost a whole month and I feel so so horrible about it. You all deserve better