”What do you think of this, senet? My heart eyes tell me it is only a sinking fishing ship; but my heart suspects there is more afoot.”
"I do not like this, little sister. Too quiet. Be vigilant and ready."
Rain does not say more at this time as she surveys their surroundings.
"I do not like this, little sister. Too quiet. Be vigilant and ready."
Amen-set nods quickly and picks up her spear again, holding it tightly.
She frowns a bit in thought.
Then she slings her shield over her back and rests her spear against the gunnel and hoists her light crossbow instead.
"Do not fear, senet; the Great Father will watch over us and protect our lives."
"And he does not, well, what of it? After all, today is a good day to die," she adds with a grim voice, but turns to give you a quick grin to show that, as long as you stand together, she is not afraid of anything.
Rain appreciates Amen-set's support and conviction.
In low, quiet voice, she utters both to the girl and the golden cat, "I do not like surprises."
Amen-set turns to Rain and responds, her voice equally low.
”Whatever will occur shall occur, but we have done all we can do, senet; at this time our lives are in the hands of the Great Father.”
She glances aloft, continuing to speak, though it sounds like she is almost talking to herself and reassuring herself.
”As mortals, we can only do so much, than we must wait for the gods to reveal themselves to us.”
She frowns a little then stares across at the other ship and watches her companions searching it.
She considers your words a moment.
”I hear you senet, on your dislike of surprises. For myself, what I do not care for is waiting. My heart craves action…” she says with a sigh.
Sensing your thoughts on the matter, though, she quickly shakes off her boredom and resumes a more diligent watch.
As you make your way down through the ship, you step into the hold and hear a guttural scream as four sahuagin jump out and attack.
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Seeing the creatures jump out and attempt to surround the group, Variel moves to where he can give Jiro flank. Once their he imbues his cutlass again and attempts to strike down one of the sahuigan.
Move into flank (if not possible then as close as I can get and still attack)
Swift: imbue cutlass with +1 and keen
Spell combat with shocking grasp
Attack if flank +2 more
Damage
Crit confirm if flank +2 more
Damage
AC: 21
Hp: full
Spells cast shield and shocking grasp
If Seijiro is in flank, he'll attack... if not, he'll move/tumble into flank with whoever he can and attack with that advantage, if possible.
Horatio glances around the wide hold, and sees that Variel turns hard and fast to attack an enemy with his blade.
The massive red mist splattering across the hold from where the blade connected is dulled only slightly by the crackling of ozone when the electrical charge rippled from the blade into the flesh of the scum near him.
He sees Seijiro turn and attack another one adroitly, stabbing it badly and turns to look at the other two fresh ones.
Recalling clearly that it was creatures like these who had attacked their ship and killed Reevah a few weeks ago, he wonders if this lot is of the same brood even as he turns to level his pistol on the best target.
The sudden explosion of a gunshot startles Amen-set.
Knowing that her hatey-a' would not have fired below decks unless there was a threat, she instantly deduces there is trouble aboard the other ship.
Her eyes scan the damaged vessel quickly and narrow as her young mind considers options.
”Ware!” she calls out the others.
”There are no corsairs in sight, yet my hatey-a' is in dire straits. If he is in combat than it may be he is fighting men on the ship yonder. But it may also be that he fights things other then men… In any case, look to your weapons.”
"Oh gods damn it to the Nine, why would I expect anything less... as the crew's just given the all-clear and gone below. " Dhaavan sighs, rolling his eyes and taking a full round to get to the deck of the ship.
"Oh gods damn it to the Nine, why would I expect anything less... as the crew's just given the all-clear and gone below. " Dhaavan sighs, rolling his eyes and taking a full round to get to the deck of the ship.
"Wait!" Amen-set calls out to you.
"If there are threats on the ship; surely those three can handle it, for the ship is small and there is not many spaces for an enemy to hide; and they are hearty folk besides!"
"So please, do not fling yourself across so hastily, other enemies may be in the water, and if so - they may try to attack our own vessel, even as you cross," she says rapidly.
Variel obliterates the first Sahuagin and Seijiro neatly runs the second one through before Horatio puts a bullet through the chest of the third, wounding him greatly but not killing him.
The sahuagin return attacks, screaming in guttural rage and attacking with tridents. The biggest one, wearing an ornate necklace of some sort, attacks Variel while the wounded one goes after Horatio who shot him.
The one attacking Variel misses completely while the one attacking Horatio manages to score a superficial hit.
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Using the momentum from slashing the first Sahuagin Variel pivots tightly drawing his arm back just as the largest of the Sahuagin thrust his trident at his chest. This time Variel learned from his previous encounters and instead of trying to parry the blow, he let himself glide along finishing his spin. The trident missed him by only an inch but miss him it did. The thrust threw the Sahuagin off balance. That combined with the spin was all the force Variel needed to land the cutlass at the juncture of it's head and neck. The moment before the blade landed, Variel recalled and repeated his spell from before. The crackling blade decapitated the head from the body, the heat from the electrical current cauterizing both head and neck preventing the body from loosing any blood. The swiftness of the stroke left the Sahuagin standing for a couple of heartbeats before finally toppling over.
Spell strike with recalled shocking grasp
Damage
Crit confirm x3 now thanks to statue
Damage
Seijiro moves up to flank the one attacking Flynn...
Seijiro's quick strike comes bursting through the last Sahuagin's chest as a crack sounds throughout the ship. Water immediately begins pouring into the hold, you suspect you have maybe 1 minute to grab what you can and get out before the ship goes under, taking you with it.
In the hold are a variety of fish and fishing gear. Also there is the necklace that the biggest Sahuagin was wearing.
Seijiro grabs the barrel and rolls it out of the hold and calls for ropes from the Lady to drag it over to their own ship... Once he's got the ropes tied around it, he pushes it into the water, hoping it will float long enough pull it over so it can be pulled up by the men on the lady.
With the ship sinking fast and blood in the water, Horatio pauses a quick moment to heal himself and defray any possible draw to him from threats such as sharks.
Glancing at his companions and seeing that they are alright, he quickly looks over the barrel that Seijiro is hoisting up the hatch.
”Perfect! That’ll fetch us a pretty penny next time we’re in port,” he says, using as a .
He moves to the body of the wounded Shanguin and grabs the necklace quickly
Be it magical or mundane; he suspects it may have clues about these filth.
As a he turns to Variel –
”Nice work! Is it worth taking the body to our priest for questioning?” he asks.
Knowing that Variel is hardier than him and can take the body of what seems to be the chief back to their ship – if he wishes – he leaves the decision to Variel.
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Seeing that Flynn grabbed the necklace, Variel turns attention to gathering the tridents. Once that is finished he heads back up and over to the Lady. To those nearby, Nothing too muh over there but some Sahuagin. We left them where they belong bu to before we liberated a necklace Flynn is holding onto along with a barrel of fish and these tridents.
There's not much else on the ship of value. The hole appears to have been made intentionally to make the ship look to be in distress. You guess that they saw your ship after taking this one and made it look like it needed help in order to ambush you.
You find the ships logs but they don't appear to show much, other than a few favored fishing spots, beyond what you already have.
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You manage to make it out of the ship in time to see it drop beneath the waves, on it's way to making another skeletal house for fish at the bottom of the sea.
There's not much else on the ship of value. The hole appears to have been made intentionally to make the ship look to be in distress. You guess that they saw your ship after taking this one and made it look like it needed help in order to ambush you.
You find the ships logs but they don't appear to show much, other than a few favored fishing spots, beyond what you already have.
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You manage to make it out of the ship in time to see it drop beneath the waves, on it's way to making another skeletal house for fish at the bottom of the sea.
When Horatio climbs on to the deck and dumps the body of the creature there, he rubs the slime and muck off his hands against his trousers.
Fishing the necklace out of his pouch, he casts "Detect Magic" on it.
Seeing Horatio has returned, Amen-set slings her crossbow over her shoulder and picks up her spear. Then she hops down to the main deck and walks over to the three of lads who have just come aboard.
She stares at the body of the dead creature and frowns in distaste, then looks at the others; especially noticing the gore on your clothing.
Not certain if it is the blood of the creature, or your own, she will ask all three of you:
”Does anyone need healing?” then wait patiently for an answer.
Once he and the barrel of fish are safely aboard the Lady, SEijiro will shake off the excess water and cast prestidigitation to dry himself... and have a few of the crew to take the barrel below to the hold.
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Horatio ponders the value of the metal specifically and quickly conveys the information to the rest of the crew.
He is more intrigued by the nuances of the platinum itself; specifically its connection to the creatures of the deep. His mind tacks back to Valeros and he considers the lad for a bit. Glancing up to Rain on the quarterdeck he calls out to her.
”Oye, pilot-major; you’re an elf of the deep sea… catch,” he says and tosses her the amulet deftly.
”The metal’s a fair color, close to turquoise; it goes with your eyes,” he adds with a grin.
Horatio runs his fingers through his damp locks and shakes his hair out; content to let himself dry out in the brisk sea air.
He looks at the barrel that Seijiro brought in and considers the fish inside and wonders what it tastes like then shrugs.
His eyes go flat as he runs his booted foot against the head of the Sahuagin and presses it to the side.
”Tomorrow we’re going to have a little chat, you and I,” he says with a tight voice.
”If you’re the little whore that pinched Reeva then I’ll drag you back from the dead just so I can kill you again,” he adds then takes a deep sigh to clear his disgust with the creature.
”Right, so – on to the Rock?” he asks as he watches the remains of the ship sink beneath the waves, then turns back to the others.
Rain appreciates Amen-set's support and conviction.
Amen-set’s eyes widen as she watches Horatio toss the amulet to Rain.
”By the Great Father, senet; that is a mighty gift!” she says in surprise.
She moves over to Dhaavan.
”Well, at the very least you did not have to sully yourself with blood,” she says somewhat casually, then smiles coyly at him.
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The experience with the fishing easel over, Variel busies himself with making sure everything else is ready to go as they continue on towards the Rock. The amulet was an interesting find and one that would be a boon to whomever was wearing it. It was something that Variel would like for himself with all of the attacks coming his way. In the meantime though Variel would not lay claim to it as the statue he kept on his person was more valuable to him. Let one of the others have it to spread the wealth around.
Variel then cleaned his blade and himself much as Jiro did and looked to see where he was needed to get the Lady under sail again.
"Hey guys, what's goin' on on this Boat*?"
DHaavan asks, poking his head down into the hold to see the dead Sahuagin and the flooding chamber. "Um, I guess you've got it handled, then. C'mon Jack." he calls to his familiar. "Everything's mostly fine down here!" Dhaavan calls back to the Lady and climbs aboard.
To Amen-set, he shrugs, "yeah, so it seems. Looks like i missed my chance there, but 'at's alright. Glad to be home safe and sound none the less tho," he says to the girl with a smile.
"Aye, Lucky we found this li'l dinghy out here eh? nice bit o' profit in the end an' didn't cost us any at all"
"Aye, Lucky we found this li'l dinghy out here eh? nice bit o' profit in the end an' didn't cost us any at all"
Amen-set rolls her eyes a bit at your response.
”You are magi and speak of trinkets? Bah! You are already powerful, how much more power do you need to have?” she says with a snort, punching you lightly in the arm; the punch somewhat playful.
”You look too long at these baubles. Yes, they are fine and good and they have worth to some, aye… but think rather on this: we have the body of one of these kus umak who attacked the ship.”
”My hatey-a' feels that the folk who attacked this ship may be of the same tribe who attacked our own ship before I joined with you. He says they killed one of your crew and dragged them over the side.”
She looks to Horatio who is leaning against the rigging and calmly smoking.
”Perhaps he is right; perhaps he is wrong, only the Great Father knows. But if he is right, that means that we may be granted the chance for vengeance against those who have done evil. This is a fine and noble thing, and far more honorable than discussing mere treasure, yes?” she says warmly, pleased at his enthusiasm to find more about these creatures and kill them.
”But as for now, we sail. When daybreak comes, the priest may communicate with the corpse and we may have the chance for vengeance on our enemies.”
She sighs dreamily, and leans against your shoulder, clearly warmed by the chance of a good deed.
”Vengeance against our enemies; bi-la kaifa!”
Throwing the stub of the cheroot over the side of the deck, Horatio moves over to Adular.
The normally vocal half-elf has been strangely taciturn lately, no doubt lost in his own thoughts and opinions.
Irrespective of those private musings, Horatio has business to deal with, and decides that he’ll be blunt and address the priest without preamble.
Moving in front of him, Horatio squeezes some of the excess salt water from his hair, and rubs his sleeve over his forehead briefly.
”I don’t know if you noticed, but I took the body of one of the scum who attacked that fishing ship,” he says with a nod at the corpse on the deck.
”The one I brought over looked like he was someone of importance with their little group, and I want to know more about him.”
”Specifically, if he comes from the same… family, clan, tribe, “school” or whatever the hell a group of those whores is called… as the other group that attacked our ship before,” he adds.
”If he does, I want to know how big that tribe is; including who their master is and how many in their group.”
He frowns at the seeming futility of such pursuits, his eyes narrowing.
”Thing is, from what I recall, these little basterds typically make their stomping grounds pretty large; not just a few small caves, but sometimes villages and even whole cities. If that’s the case, I’d like to know where those cities are so we can avoid them better.”
He slides out a journal from his satchel and thumbs through the pages quickly.
”This,” he says indicating an entry ”Is the exact date, as well as the latitude and longitude of our position when we were last attacked.”
He glances up at the sky, noting the sun for the time, and pulls out a pen and writes quickly.
”I just made a notation of our position – as well as the date and time now,” he adds briefly.
Then he takes the logbook from the fishing ship out and lays it in front of Adular, as well as the charts. He takes out of his satchel a small set of metal prongs, and small metal bar with notches indicating precise measurements.
”This is the position of the first attack,” he says, sliding the bar from the location of Blood Cove and making some brief calculations where the attack took place several weeks ago.
”This is the position of today’s attack,” he continues quickly, marking today’s attack on the chart.
”Depending on the size of their little city below, we can accurately start predicting where to sail if we want to avoid these attacks in the future. We’ll find out more if you question him, no doubt.”
”Also, we know the location of some modestly valuable fish; while I’m not too eager for that, it may be those fish congregate near their city, another point we may use to locate those little bases of operations they inhabit... this assumes that they weren’t long range scouts… but I’m betting even if they were their scouting was limited to traveling up to the sky looking for prey first, not miles from their home and then kicking upwards looking for ships. Not if the group was only four… that’s too small a company to be traveling so far from home, I’d think,” he adds thoughtfully.
Then he looks up and his eyes gleam maliciously.
”They’re a threat to us all; not to mention the fact that an enemy of our kind,” he adds with a sardonic twist of his lip, not mentioning pirate ”is likely an enemy to your goddess.”
”That said, I’m willing to bet there’s quite a few folk who may pay large coin to know where these bases are; be it a paladin of Besmara, or, if you prefer, a group of enterprising individuals who want to pillage a town and have the resources to pillage a town that’s under the water, not just near the water.”
”With a few more of those “bottles of air” we pinched, and some decent resources, we could fix ourselves a way to take the fight to them perhaps. Or, at the least, for those aboard who want to pillage a village… well, we can get the location of a place that might be very interesting to hit when we’re a little more powerful,” he says with relish.
Glancing up to Rain on the quarterdeck he calls out to her.
”Oye, pilot-major; you’re an elf of the deep sea… catch,” he says and tosses her the amulet deftly.
”The metal’s a fair color, close to turquoise; it goes with your eyes,” he adds with a grin.
Rain catches enough of Flynn's remark to take her hand off the wheel and catch the flying object.
She looks at the amulet, turning it over in her hand, intrigued by the blue-black whorls. Then with curious smile on her face, she looks across to Flynn.
"You are giving this to me? It is strangely pretty. What does it do? Or is it just a trinket?"
Rain looked to Amen-set who spoke of the trinket as a mighty gift. And bowed her head in acknowledgement. The girl's words to Dhaavan moments after baffled her somewhat but then again, Amen-set's playfulness toward the sorceror was obvious. Rain's gaze moved from Amen-set to Dhaavan and she silently pondered their interactions and where it would lead them.
When all are back on board and items stored, Rain with newly acquired amulet now sitting around her neck, issues the appropriate command to the riggers and sets sail as instructed by Variel.
She looks toward the skies and out across the water, hoping to determine/forecast the weather the next day or two at least.
Amen-set turns from Dhaavan to look at Rain.
”Ah, senet, pardon!” she adds, enjoying the wind on her face and the presence of the sun on her skin.
”The amulet grants the bearer powerful magical protection; not to mention the fact that the metal itself is made of platinum; but a kind that comes from the very depths of the ocean. The platinum alone is very rare indeed – but the magical powers of protection are even more impressive,” she says explaining quickly what Horatio had indicated earlier to her about it's magical defenses.
She looks at Rain for a moment, cocking her head, seeing Horatio in conversation with Adular.
”Oh senet, he would not have given it to you if he did not intend for you to have it, I think,” she says with a grin and a wink.
Then, turning from Dhaavan, she hops up to the lee of the quarterdeck and stares hard at Rain for a moment, especially around Rain’s eyes.
”Hmmm… it is so! The color the platinum is a deep and rich coral with heavy shades of turquoise – it matches your eyes very well,” she says almost thoughtfully.
Glancing toward Dhaavan, she shakes her head somewhat melodramatically and points toward the sorcerer.
”Did you see him try to rush into battle, though the rush may mean his death? He abandoned the ship when bloodshed started, risking his very life like a fool!” she says with disgust and loud enough for Dhaavan to hear her.
She listens a bit to Horatio’s words and sees what he is saying when he speaks to Adular and the charts, her eyes widening at his idea.
”Ah! A fine plan, senet! Think; we two may yet stab into the depths of the deep waters and spill the blood of our enemies together, eh? That is a very good thing, we should be honored that the Great Father has blessed us with the chance to do good works,” she says with a guileless smile.
At this point she whistles a happy tune and turns to look at you with a smile.
Amen-set turns from Dhaavan to look at Rain.
”Ah, senet, pardon!” she adds, enjoying the wind on her face and the presence of the sun on her skin.
”The amulet grants the bearer powerful magical protection; not to mention the fact that the metal itself is made of platinum; but a kind that comes from the very depths of the ocean. The platinum alone is very rare indeed – but the magical powers of protection are even more impressive,” she says explaining quickly what Horatio had indicated earlier to her about it's magical defenses.
She looks at Rain for a moment, cocking her head, seeing Horatio in conversation with Adular.
”Oh senet, he would not have given it to you if he did not intend for you to have it, I think,” she says with a grin and a wink.
Then, turning from Dhaavan, she hops up to the lee of the quarterdeck and stares hard at Rain for a moment, especially around Rain’s eyes.
”Hmmm… it is so! The color the platinum is a deep and rich coral with heavy shades of turquoise – it matches your eyes very well,” she says almost thoughtfully.
Glancing toward Dhaavan, she shakes her head somewhat melodramatically and points toward the sorcerer.
”Did you see him try to rush into battle, though the rush may mean his death? He abandoned the ship when bloodshed started, risking his very life like a fool!” she says with disgust and loud enough for Dhaavan to hear her.
"Thank you for disclosing the physical and magical properties of the amulet to me, little sister. I shall wear it around my neck and will not take it off."
Addressing Flynn before he wanders off, "Thank you, Flynn. I do like it and will keep it."
At mention of Dhaavan rushing to possible death, Rain stifles a chuckle at the notion and image conjured by Amen-set. The sorceror very rarely did anything without planned intention. "Aye, little sister. We are fortunate to have many brave souls aboard this vessel. It is good that we do, if we are to take Tidewater Rock."
"Thank you, Flynn. I do like it and will keep it."
As Horatio cups his hand around the cheroot to light it, he observes Rain approach to thank him for the amulet.
”Think nothing of it, pilot-major,” he says with a smile around the butt of the short cigar as it ignites into flame with a minor spell.
”I reckoned you’ve been doing a lot of combat up close and personal and I don’t recall you carrying much in the way of magic gear to defend yourself.”
”I suppose the others will want to split the cost of the item, which is fair, seeing as we have a contract and all… but I thought it was about time you got first dibs on something magic-like,” he says, his words seeming a bit distracted for a moment as he seems to consider something.
He takes a long inhale from the smoke and turns to look at the sea for a moment, then after a bit he turns back to look at her.
”Besides, the way I see it, you’ve been under the knife a few times on account of those assassins. If you got the amulet, you can wear it even when you sleep and don’t need to worry much about bunking in some armor for extra protection. That way, if they try that trick again like they did last time… well, you know, now you’ll have something to give you an edge, maybe, whether you got armor on or no,” he says with a shrug.
He blows out a dual set of smoke from his nostrils and looks at Rain’s face a moment.
”Anyhow, it’s metal from the deep sea and its well made, so I thought it may be something you’d like on account of the metal and look of it, never mind the magic part. The deep platinum seems like the kind of thing that sea elves would fancy, I figure. Besides, seeing the turquoise blue in it, well… it does go well with your eyes,” he adds with a grin.
"Aye, little sister. We are fortunate to have many brave souls on this vessel. It is good that we do, if we are to take Tidewater Rock."
Amen-set hears your voice and thuds the butt of her spear on the deck.
”Well spoken, senet!” she responds eagerly.
”We may not have much steel, nor sorcery, nor legions to call upon; but what we do have is courage and audacity.”
”Though I am young, I have found that a brave heart that dares much is often more victorious than a thousand spears who run when their heart trembles at the sight of blood!”
She notices your movements at the helm and nods sagely.
”Good then; let us away to this Rock place. There, if the Great Father is willing, we shall find enemies to slaughter, innocents to save and the chance to win great glory or die with honor,” she adds, doing her best to mirror your enthusiasm as you turn the wheel and direct the ship back to its mission.
Moving in front of him, Horatio squeezes some of the excess salt water from his hair, and rubs his sleeve over his forehead briefly.
”I don’t know if you noticed, but I took the body of one of the scum who attacked that fishing ship,” he says with a nod at the corpse on the deck.
"truth, I was just biding my time to see who came back in need of healing... seems everytime folks go out or about, we've got to remove some metal from them soon enough," The half elf smiles, "But I DO tend to notice bodies laying about, even if they aren't of the crew."
”The one I brought over looked like he was someone of importance with their little group, and I want to know more about him.””Specifically, if he comes from the same… family, clan, tribe, “school” or whatever the hell a group of those whores is called… as the other group that attacked our ship before,” he adds.
”If he does, I want to know how big that tribe is; including who their master is and how many in their group.”
He frowns at the seeming futility of such pursuits, his eyes narrowing.
”Thing is, from what I recall, these little basterds typically make their stomping grounds pretty large; not just a few small caves, but sometimes villages and even whole cities. If that’s the case, I’d like to know where those cities are so we can avoid them better.”
He slides out a journal from his satchel and thumbs through the pages quickly.
"If you're asking if I can speak with the dead again, this time for this one, I could try, but that's assuming we speak the same language. Frankly, odds ain't good." But then the Chief pulls out a log book and the half elf realizes he maybe presuming.
”This is the position of the first attack,” he says, sliding the bar from the location of Blood Cove and making some brief calculations where the attack took place several weeks ago.
Again, easily noted as I did make a point of marking that in our own ship’s log, so that’s cool.
”This is the position of today’s attack,” he continues quickly, marking today’s attack on the chart.
”Depending on the size of their little city below, we can accurately start predicting where to sail if we want to avoid these attacks in the future. We’ll find out more if you question him, no doubt.”
”Also, we know the location of some modestly valuable fish; while I’m not too eager for that, it may be those fish congregate near their city, another point we may use to locate those little bases of operations they inhabit... this assumes that they weren’t long range scouts… but I’m betting even if they were their scouting was limited to traveling up to the sky looking for prey first, not miles from their home and then kicking upwards looking for ships. Not if the group was only four… that’s too small a company to be traveling so far from home, I’d think,” he adds thoughtfully.
Then he looks up and his eyes gleam maliciously.
”They’re a threat to us all; not to mention the fact that an enemy of our kind,” he adds with a sardonic twist of his lip, not mentioning pirate ”is likely an enemy to your goddess.”
”That said, I’m willing to bet there’s quite a few folk who may pay large coin to know where these bases are; be it a paladin of Besmara, or, if you prefer, a group of enterprising individuals who want to pillage a town and have the resources to pillage a town that’s under the water, not just near the water.”
”With a few more of those “bottles of air” we pinched, and some decent resources, we could fix ourselves a way to take the fight to them perhaps. Or, at the least, for those aboard who want to pillage a village… well, we can get the location of a place that might be very interesting to hit when we’re a little more powerful,” he says with relish.
"There are spells that allow one to walk on water or breathe it, which I could use along with these little bottles of air if need be. I find the idea of going UNDERwater to raid a folk amusing, I won't lie. It could be quite a challenge, but there's merit to it. What do you need from me, Flynn? You've certainly got my attention." The priest grins a bit.
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Horatio looks at the half-elf over the plume of tobacco smoke.
”What I need now is answers. My hunch is that these whores swam up from their base, and their base is somewhere in a five mile radius from this point. I mean, come on – they had no gear on them but weapons, right? No food, no bed-rolls, or whatever they use to sleep, gods know… point is, I’m guessing they’re scouts, and I want to know more.”
He looks at Adular at grins sardonically.
”I know their gods damned lingo; count on it.”
”I want to talk to that scum, and find out more about him; where he comes from and what he’s doing here. I want to find where the closest base is and mark it on our charts.”
”Once we do that, we can not only sell the charts to those who will pay for them, but… well, to be fair, I’d rather make copies and send them all over the gods damn Inner Sea. I don’t want innocent fisherman getting knifed because they sailed too close to these scum,” he says, turning to spit on the corpse.
He scratches his chin a bit.
”There’s a lot of spells that’ll let you go into the deep; aye – but as for me, I don’t have much in the way of magic, or crafting magical gear; so I rely on science when magic fails me. I can go under for a long time with naught but science to aid me, and I’m happy to share that knowledge,” he says, his eyes glinting.
”But that’s all for later,” he adds a bit more easily.
”For now; let’s lay to and sail hard for this Rock place. Next dawn, we’ll crack open that whore’s head and find out what he really knows,” he says clapping Adular on the shoulder.
Calling out to the runner, "Make sure the crew get plenty of water as they work."
To Jiro and Variel who are nearby, "From the looks of the sky and sea, I would say the weather will remain clear and very hot for the next few days at least. The crew must be watched for heat exhaustion. The runner knows to bring water to the crew."
Calling out to the runner, "Make sure the crew get plenty of water as they work."
Amen-set looks to you with a curious expression.
"How many aboard can create water with magic, senet? If it is needed, we can be prepared to make sure that many of our crew at least has water to drink quickly..."
She ponders a moment, then her eyes light up.
"I cannot do so now; but during the rise of the new sun, I shall ask Great Father for that gift; I know he shall provide."
She glances to Adular and Horatio, who are still talking.
"I know the priest can do that also, as well as the priestess who the dark elf poisoned but is now revived."
Her eyes flick to you.
"And you, senet; can you create water for our folk to drink as well, if you need to?" she asks.
"I am unsure for I do not know the breadth of the magic possessed by all those on this vessel. I, unfortunately, do not presently know the magic to create water. My magical aptitude is minor compared to the others. I am sorry."