"If it is all the same to the rest of you, I wish to celebrate first of all with a bath. And then possibly some bandages. Lady Kendra, do you have any recommendation as to where we should seek our lodging for the duration?"
The next instant, the floor under Watches-Shadow-Behind-You buckles up violently, flinging him into the beams overhead, before he crashes down again. The explosion is so loud you can't here it, or anything else but a high pitched ringing in your ears. Watches-Shadow-Behind-You lands on his stomach, as the floor cracks and splinters, tipping down into a gaping hole that opens to the deck below, flames and smoke pouring out of it. The heat is intense on the Halfling's feet as he slides backwards towards the pit of flame.
With a yell Satinder dives forward, grabbing the old man's wrist before he plummets into the abyss. Heaving, he pulls Watches-Shadow-Behind-You to his feet away from the hole.
The ship lists heavily to it's port side, causing the cargo slide and to crash into the side of the ship.
Ponderously, the whole ship begins to tip, it's masts, sails and rigging swinging down to crash right where you stand!
Garrick tries to climb out, either by way of available ropes or any nearby ladders back up to docks.
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You hangs onto the collapsing floor. He was considering trying to make for the stairs until he says Shadow on the crate.
With a great deal of effort, his muscles straining in his wiry frame, he jumps for the crate. . .
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You lands on the crate. He quickly opens it, not knowing what he'll find.
Satinder gapes as Watches-Shadow-Behind-You launches himself onto the crate, away from the stairs.
"What, in the name of all the gods," he says, raising an arm to shield his eyes from the smoke and embers, "are you doing, you tiny madman?"
[oocc=The Rusty Dragon]Engineer walks into the warmed and pleasantly scented room. He hangs his sodden cloak on the provided hook and takes a seat at a corner table.
"I wonder what other tasks we may complete for the constabulary of this town. Perhaps they have further rewards for our fellowship."[/ooc]
Daxur looks up at the statue, then nods his approval.
He marches into the Inn, pausing at the entrance , taking in a deep breath, water dripping from his cloak into a puddle on the floor.
"Very nice, very nice , indeed!" he exclaims, stomach rumbling, then remembering Kendra's invitation.
"I'm sure you're right, #3" he murmurs to his friend before he hurries to keep up with the longer legged Khravos, hopping up on a nearby stool to address the innkeep as well, "A smaller sized bath for me as well. Well, actually if you had one in a different room. My pungent friend here, while excellent company, afflicts my olfactory senses too much to bear!" he says, patting Khravos on the arm, careful not to touch any part stained with goblin urine.
If there are any sideway's glances his way due to the fact he's a goblin , he does not care to notice.
Daxur stands on his stool and executes a passable bow to Ameiko, "Charmed, my lady. I am Daxur and this is my metal friend, #3. The smelly one is Khravos, lately of...of...Where did you say you were from?" Daxur asks Khravos, then turns back to Ameiko, "As I was saying, #3 and I , were recently in Cauldron, but I've been tasked as the Arcane Liason for this fine city. " he says self-importantly, his small chest a little bit puffed out.
"Now about those baths?" he inquired politely.
Watches-Shadow-Behind-You stows the strange object in his shirt. He makes for the stairs in a frenzied dash.
Satinder sighs in relief as Watches-Shadow-Behind-You finally darts towards the stairs and safety, and follows as best he can through the tumbling wreckage.
You scramble on deck, and both of you run down the gangplank, leaping off it as it falls from beneath you to land on the docks. Garrick and the Sheriff are there, and seem to have just pulled themselves from the water. The demolished dock is covered in the wreckage of sails, masts, and broken crates.
All of you look back at the boat as a final explosion from deep within it shoots flames out the top hold, and the ship sinks into the waves, hissing and spurting like a dying animal. Several sailors who fled the exploding ship at the same time as you swim into the docks, pulling themselves up.
The rain pelts you as the ship seems to come to a rest on the ocean floor. The end of it still sticks out of the water, as well as several masts with rigging, all at an extreme angle.
"Things tend to have flames when they are on fire," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You says mater-of-factually. He dusts himself off.
Satinder gives Watches-Shadow-Behind-You a mildly disgusted look before turning to Garrick.
"That monster that got loose knocked over a stove on its way out, and I think it must have ignited the powder magazine. As for anything important--"
He pauses, glancing over his shoulder at the Halfling, then stepping up to Garrick and lowering his voice.
"I don't know exactly what sent that little madman scurrying on board, but he seemed to know the ship was on fire already, and he did take something from the hold before we escaped. I didn't get a good look, but I think it might be a Khyber crystal. I want to ask him about it, but I think we should until there are fewer eyes and ears about."
"I will help the injured for now," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You says to Satinder and Garrick, "But later we shall share a meal by a fire and talk of things known, unknown, and discovered."
The halfling turns to go find people needing his assistance in healing.
"It seems everyone else has been helped or has fled," Watches-Shadow-Behind-You announces, "We should find a meal and a fire for our talk."
He looked around at the large rigid huts the Breland tribe builds, wondering which one might be the lodge house.
His comments start to sound more and more like someone expecting their orders followed, though one might think this tone wasn't on purpose.
Satinder glances around at the wreckage and sighs.
"Garrick is right. We'd best be on our way."
He turns to Watches-Shadow-Behind-You and says,
"Where in town are you taking your rooms, Master Halfling?
"Separate baths will be arranged. Can I get you anything to eat before, or would you like something after your baths?" The young man she called to approaches, and she turns to him. "Please take Master Khravos's armor and scrub it clean."