Mazatl, knowing that her elementals are notoriously weak if targeted directly, and not bound to her, simply tries to take the creature down with a swing of her staff, but the water is the creature's element and she opens herself up to a savage counterattack, while her staff goes wide.
Svog looking at the weight of the door, he will put something in between the door and the frame so it doesn't close and he will go into the room, quietly, just for a quick peek to see what is the room about. If someone sees him he will storm to the door and close it.
Aifric makes his way back down to the rest of his group, his earlier fear completely forgotten. He won't mention the slight pain in his side. His eyes are shining with pride at his accomplishment. Mazatl believed in him... even though she called him a monkey again. Why can't she remember he's not a monkey? Monkeys have tails. Maybe, if he had a tail, he would have better balance, though. Why in the world has he been slipping lately? He's usually an excellent climber. Not seeing her anywhere, he asks quietly, "Where's Mazatl?" He's disappointed she didn't see him beat that bad guy.
When Athena saw Mazatl get grabbed and be attack she would try to strike at the elemental as well with her dagger.
Chaney sees little reason to intervene in a domestic dispute.
He does however move to .
Aifric, as you climb down, you see Mazatl struggling to escape the water and seeming to be pulled under by the water itself. The plant elemental that you're riding on shakes in distress as Mazatl struggles for air, and Athena leaps forward to stab the creature in its watery heart. Though the creature was born and made of water, it nonetheless had a physical body that was distinct from the water around it. Athena's stabs get the creature to release Mazatl and disappear deeper underwater, out of sight. Aifric, you're able to help Athena pull Mazatl out of the water, with difficulty. You notice the elemental you're riding isn't quite as stable as before. Mazatl, take 1d6 damage, ignores armor.
Svog, you find a small stool nearby and prop open the door behind you carefully. Inside the cargo hold of the ship, the heat is oppressive. Overhead you see bundles and bundles of some kind of plant material lashed to the roof within arm's reach. You'd guess holly is in there. There's two rows of bubbling cauldrons down here, and the occasional support pillar running from floor to ceiling, but otherwise very little cover.
You look inside the cauldrons and your suspicions are confirmed - molten silver. You try to imagine how much it would cost to accumulate this much silver in coinage...the best you can come up with is, a whole lot. There's enough Bane material in this cargo hold to sow a major amount of chaos in Magna Gracia. You still hear someone walking around down in the cargo hold with you; you hear them more clearly now, whoever they are has a dragging limp and a peg leg, but you still can't see them. The glow of the fires heating the cauldrons is muted by the cauldrons themselves, so it's darker in here than you expected. What do you do?
Mazatl loses a control point, rather than taking the damage. It's what must happen, unfortunately. She'd gladly take the hit, but, alas.
The tether of vital force moving from Mazatl to the elemental is weakened by the sneak attack from the water elemental, as the other two help her back onto the 'boat.' Mazatl is able to tell by the tether that her 'control' of the creature is endangered.
After spluttering the water from her lungs, and taking a moment to gulp some water down, and heave some up... "Won't be able to go with you on ship. Have to stay... can't get hurt again... or risk losing control."
Aifric is a bit skittish regarding the unpredictability of their ride, but he's absolutely livid that Chaney did nothing at all to help Mazatl. "'All for one, and one for all,' is what the good guys say," he hisses, still trying to be quiet. "'Me, myself, and I,' is what the bad guys say. What do you say, Chaney?"
Resuming his seat, his voice calm. The wizard replies. "I say, that if you are quite finished choking out our ally would you kindly revive them and determine which family enjoys their employment. Then perhaps we can ascertain how we might assist each other in our no doubt parallel missions."
"As far as Ms. Green's recent contretemps. She appears quite competent to deal with issues of her own specialty."
"Doesn't matter.." she says after a moment, "Thank you both." she nods to Aifric and Athena, eyes closing after a moment.
"What makes you think... scout on foreign ship... is a friend..?" Mazatl's head hung low, her eyes still closed, so the dull green light of her eyes didn't reflect off of the water... and the tether between herself and the elemental was shortened as well.
Aifric doesn't know all the words Chaney is using, but he notices that Mazatl has been called Ms. Green. Green makes perfect sense. So who is Orange? Maybe Chaney, but that doesn't seem right.
Aifric realizes that he called Chaney by his real name instead of his color name, which Aifric couldn't remember anyway. Ms. Green and Mr.... Nope, it's not going to come to him.
Aifric looks at Athena Flynn, hoping she understood what Mr. What's-His-Face said.
Svog looks around for some solid silver, a cannonball with the silver in it or some special recipient where he can put some silver in it to bring back, if he can't find it fast he will go out of the room.
"What makes you think... scout on foreign ship... is a friend..?"
"Not a friend, an ally.
From their clothing they were trying to hide. It would be pointless for the crew or troops stationed on the ship to hide. Even if our would be king were trying to disguise the number of soldiers he has available there would be no need to dress them so. He would simply limit the number visible on deck at any one time. Therefor the person Mr. Brown strangled is not supposed to be on the Smiler. They are investigating or opposing the king. I hope you can see how these interests parallel our own?""Now Mr. Brown, can you fetch our guest or must other means be employed?"
"Or the Magna-whatevers... were trying to keep appearances... of undefended ships... for some reason. Expected defiance. Possible?" She was still coming to terms with the time she'd spent in the water. "Can't undo... seeing our faces... and talents."
Aifric followed what Chaney said this time. He is still upset that Chaney didn't lift a finger to help Mazatl, but Chaney is usually right when he figures things out. Even if he's wrong, they can still interrogate the guy.
Aifric starts up the side of the ship once more to retrieve the guy who stabbed him in the side. Not that Aifric blames him. If somebody had just attacked Aifric out of the blue (Mr. Blue!), he would have stabbed them in the face with his spear.
If the other guy is really a good guy, though, what does that make Aifric? His head begins to hurt thinking about that, and his heart feels a little heavy at the possible answers to that question. Plus his side hurts. He isn't going to mention any of these hurts to anybody. Just get that guy and bring him down to the group. And maybe get ready to apologize.
Aifric, as you haul the unconscious man out of position, you pull aside some of his black outerwear to reveal the uniform of Ultimus' honor guard that you've seen as part of his retinue. The clothes are made from a fine material considering his sailor rank - you seem to have choked out someone important.
Aifric is relieved to see the uniform. He smiles and says, "Bad guy."
"Humph, just a oddly dressed sailor. Kill him, restrain him or put him back as you choose. We are free to proceed now."
Aifric snickers.
Whatever life magic that tethered Mazatl to the elemental seemed to have finally repaired the damages. "if you had killed him before, it would have been in defense of our allies. Now, it would have been in cold blood. The enemy may take offense to you incapacitating a guard, but they would likely swear vengeance upon us if we drew blood. I am still uncertain that these are enemies, as we have no proof. I say take the weapon he injured you with and return him to his station." she favored the injury with a glance. "If he has Chaney's abilities within his employ, being traced by your blood is a frightening prospect. But be quick with whatever you choose. Our benevolent ally, though slowed, still knows the path to follow."
[dice=Stealth, Feustus]2d6-1
[dice=Stealth, Zombie]2d6+2
You're creeping over to the stairs leading downward when your zombie lets out a moan of hunger for the living. You manage to duck into the stairwell, but the sailor whirls around and sees undead Ryuko. "What the f-" he shouts, jumping back and bumping against the rail of the ship. "A zombie!" he draws a short blade as your zombie slavers in his direction, unable to attack him without his master's command but hungering for his flesh.
There's a lot of noise coming from the dinner downstairs, what do you do?
Just bumping you to the forefront of the gameplay thread, Feustus. What do you do?
Lets do this quick and quiet
Kazuya's death does not appear to have altered his obstinate personality in the slightest. Though he moves in to attack, the sailor is quicker, and with a quick defensive slash he grievously injures the wereweasel monkzombie's left arm! Your zombie is thwarted for now, no damage done, spend 1 power or the limb is destroyed.
"You'll regret coming here, freak!" the sailor hisses between sharpening canines. Revealing himself to be a werecat, the sailor tries to evade your zombie's reaching grasp and attack you with his sabre! What do you do?
Svog, you sneak slightly deeper into the cargo hold, and see who was stumping around earlier. A huge human wearing a heavy smock and with a metal faceplate on, he is limping back and forth along the cauldrons on one false wooden leg. He bears an enormous ladle that he uses to fill one of the empty cannonballs up as you watch, setting each one aside in a small cart when he is finished.
The cart he's setting the cannonballs in (one handed despite their hefty weight) is not in his direct line of sight, but in order to steal one you'd need to get within 3 feet of the huge blacksmith-looking dude. What do you do?
I order my zombie to protect me. The above roll assumes Defy Danger Int.
Aifric shakes his head and says, "No, I don't want to kill him in cold blood." He hefts the unconscious body over his shoulder, grimaces slightly at the stitch in his side, and mutters, "Aifric, stop the sailor. Aifric, go get the sailor. Aifric, take back the sailor. Here's hoping third time's a charm." When he arrives back on the ship's deck, he retrieves the blade as Mazatl had suggested, hoping none of his blood had dripped onto the ship. In fact, he spends a few seconds checking to make sure there are no visible droplets.
Kazuya finally responds as you command him to, lurching forward and slapping the sailor in the face. "Agh!" he cries, his face screwing up in disgust as the dead man wrestles with him. You have a momentary advantage. Glancing around you quickly you see that you're still alone on the main deck, but that won't last for long with the sounds of struggling that the sailor's making. You'll be discovered in moments. What do you do?
Aifric, you set the sailor down gently where he was originally hiding, wincing a bit involuntarily from the knife wound. It's holding up okay as long as you take deliberate movements, but the bleeding could start up again pretty easily if you aren't careful. Most of it's drying on your clothes, but you do have to rub out some blood from the floor using your thumb. You think you've cleared it all up when you climb back down.
Those of you on the elemental-boat in the water see a momentary flash of light coming from the crow's nest of the ship Feustus is on.
"Thank you, Aifric." Mazatl is still lurched over to ensure that her tether is less visible from prying eyes, and as a direct result wouldn't spot the flicker of shiny.
Svog looks for something small he can throw at the other side of the room to make the man go in that way and take a cannonball, if he can do that, he will go out the room and into the cannon room to escape at the ocean.
Aifric settles in on the elemental-boat, ready to rest a bit after his three trips up and down the ship's hull. He's holding his side without realizing it. Smiling as Mazatl thanks him, he replies, "You're welcome. All for one, and one for all." He glances over at Chaney and drops his smile.
Svog, you see a forge hammer about a meter long hanging from a nearby rack. To grab it silently and throw it accurately where you want it to go, let's see a Defy Danger: Dexterity roll.
At first, everything goes as planned. You carefully reach out and grasp the forge hammer, hefting it off the pair of hooks it's hanging on. With a nervous glance at the hulking smocked figure just a few feet from you, you hurl the hammer to the other side of the cargo hold. With a loud CLANG, the hammer's head strikes a cauldron filled with bubbling silver and clatters to the floor with a loud racket. The peg-leg sailor lets out a confused grunt and moves over to investigate, giving you the time you need to scoop up a cannonball.
It's heavy, and awkward, but you make your way quietly enough over to the door. You open it up and...
There stands another sailor. You immediately notice that this one looks very youthful, can't be more than 15 or 16. A cabin boy? His eyes widen as he takes you in, sees the cannonball you're holding. "Hey!" he shouts, and drops the tray of food he was carrying in shock. It clatters to the floor. What do you do?
Athena Keeps her dagger out and stays on the elemental with Mazatl knowing she can't take another hit she won't leave her alone, more so out in the water.
"Oh...Hello...how's the party?" Svog smiles, "I'm the new guy, they told me to put this on the other room" he keeps walking to the way he came in.