Leaving a trail of blood Lark withdraws behind Corwin. He calls out in response to Emberar, "Falling back!"
Seeing Lark safely withdraw from the melee, Kahuranga drops toward the lower deck. He flicks some water toward the berths and then blows dust into the air. The dust swirls toward the ceiling before freezing into a hail and ice storm, pummeling the sahuagin.
"This should slow them down a bit. Lark and Corwin, perhaps if you could continue your retreat we could hold them here for a moment, and I could continue to harass them in there."
Kahuranga sees Lark appear next to Corwin after announcing his fallback, and descends to cast his spell. The priest and the two sahuagin soldiers scream as unexpected hail slams down upon them.
Thren sees Lark take multiple ugly hits before pulling back, feeling a bit of sympathy for her captain. Who jumped in front like she does. And paid the price-like she does.
The bard then makes her way up to the front over the jumbled battlefield and stabs the crazy (and badly wounded) sahuagin with her sword, all the while singing her heart out.
Thren moves forward, protectively in front of Lark, and slashes at the priest.
The priest snarls, clutches her holy symbol protectively before her as the ground is too slick for her to step back quickly. She tries to cast a spell, looking first at Threnody, but then with a look of doubt, points at Corwin instead.
Corwin feels his muscles begin to stiffen.
And finds his person magically held, unable to move.
Meanwhile Threnody, though seeing no one quite yet, feels a brush of movement near her...
She feels a dagger slip past the protection of her armor and dig deep... to see fading into view another sahuagin, this one wearing a Rahadoumi naval officer's hat.
The fitter of the two sahuagin warriors moves around to flank Thren, but the ice storm forces him to move so slowly he only just can get into position. He also looks like he is foaming a bit at the mouth now.
The more severely wounded warrior makes his way forward to attack Thren, swinging one claw at her.
But driven to distraction, he misses!
Thren realizes she's now surrounded, bleeding a bit more, and that if the sahuagin don't kill her it's likely Sandara will after this fight. Stirred on by that, she takes a swing at the badly wounded sahuagin.
But feeling just a mite hemmed-in her aim is off.
Then she moves back against the wall with as much agility as she can muster, singing all the while.
All Corwin can do (at the moment) is mentally sigh. Gods, I hate enemy spellcasters.
Emberar, realizing that his crew is in trouble up ahead, decides the time has come to cut loose. "Clear the door!" he cries.
As he steps into the darkness, Emberar begins to read the words on the scroll, and as he completes them, he casts his hand forward into the darkness.
Keltheald, please let this work!
I was hoping to be on this crew longer before I had to die playing the hero, but here goes.
"Clearing the door!"
Kahuranga flies into the galley and takes a hard left, attempting to slip behind the Sahuagin pirate.
The swashbuckling shark man misses in his surprise.
Flying through the cabin until he lines up a good shot, he draws a small glass rod from a pouch on his bandolier and rubs it with a preserved mouse pelt. Pointing the rod at his foes, he unleashes a crack of light and thunder as a tiny portion of the power of a storm.
Kahuranga makes good use of his flight, flies through the cabin, and sends a lightning bolt through most of the creatures. While they all dodge the worst of its effects, the heavily damaged one falls to the ground, smoking and very unconscious.
Emberar then moves forward and casts dispel magic, targeting the darkness spell in the room. The darkness of the room is now slightly less dark, more of a normal bluey-black darkness than a malevolent purply darkness, but it is still dark, because there is no lighting in the area. ()
Corwin struggles until he can move again.
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Lark fishes out a torch and lights it with a tindertwig. "Alright, let's see about finishing off these scaly &#@$!"
The priestess steps further back and points at Lark, a bolt of ice shooting out from her finger.
And a razor sharp icicle lands right into one of his open wounds.
The infiltrator somersaults past the awakening Corwin and lunges at Lark with his sharp teeth, hoping to take the torch-bearer down.
He tears open a large, bleeding gash, and Lark falls to the ground, bleeding profusely.
The torch remains lit, but if it stays on the (non icy part of the) floor, it will probably set the floor on fire soon.
The remaining lieutenant jabs at Thren while frothing at the mouth and then also deciding to try to bite her with that frothy mouth.
He pierces through Thren's armor fiercely, but she dodges easily when it closes in for the bite.
As he struggles to overcome the spell, Corwin can't quite stop the attack on the captain. His eyes fill with anger. Not about to let someone take out a man under my protection! With his body now responding again, and the feeble light of a sputtering torch, he brings his sword up to slash at the creature.
Thren bites back a shriek of pain as she's impaled by the sahuagin's trident. Corwin's rush gets a sigh of relief from her and she focuses her efforts on her attacker. Her blade passes harmlessly by the creature's head on her first strike, but her second attack manages to tag it.
"Excellent. In future I recommend we take great pains to keep Mr. Corke in finer fettle. His strong arm is best kept swinging. I shall endeavor to keep this magician occupied until you can strike her down."
Kahuranga intones something that sounds like a distant thunderstorm, swirling a scorched twig. A small storm cloud appears above his palm before he casts it in the direction of the priest.
[ood]That fails unless I've missed something in the priest's stats.[/ooc]
Emberar bellows and—finally able to see—hustles into the galley, stepping into the open doorway to harass the priestess.
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The priestess collapses after Emberar's and Kahuranga's combined efforts. A literal thundercloud of doom hanging over her head to boot.
Lark steps back from the wounded sahuagin infiltrator and drinks a potion.
Though possibly suicidal, the sahuagin infiltrator bellows in bleeding rage, slips over to combat Threnody.
Taking Threnody down with the first attack, she bleeds heavily on floor. (
The sahuagin lieutenant picks his way over the ice to try to stab at Corwin, but the terrain prevents him from being able to get into position.
Kahuranga flicks his hand to the right, direction the miniature cloud toward the lieutenant.
He then intones a familiar curse toward the infiltrator.
Inspire courage is no longer active. This means the +2 bonus to stuff is gone. Haste is running.
The lieutenant, after dropping Thren, turns on Lark.
Now Lark is also unconscious and bleeding.
Now will multiple foes, and both of his employers down, Corwin is pretty pissed. @same one unless it has dropped
Two of your number lie unconscious and bleeding, but the sahuagin are all dead or near-death. The infiltrator has been churned into so much chum by Corwin.
The ship is dark and silent. Emberar, standing in the door to the galley, sees the hatch down below is open. The light from Kahuranga's thundercloud is just enough that he can see water partly fills the lower level, and the sheen of several large bulbous objects... giant fish-like eggs.
"Sunstruck, get yer ass over here," Corwin bellows as he kneels down next to his injured comrades. He picks the torch up off the floor before it sets the whole damn place alight, and stomps out any of the embers that may have spread.
Kahuranga makes a smoothing gesture toward Thren while chanting, "mu-te-tu-ku..."
Thren's wounds suddenly close and her bleeding stops. The mess remains.
"Excellent work, Corwin. It seems we two new recruits have proven our worth today."
"You certainly have," Emberar says grimly. "Now, make sure the sahuagin are properly dead." He casts light on the end of his halberd and then rushes over to Lark to heal him.
Assuming the flames don't seem to be spreading too fast, he does the same for Threnody.
As soon as the sahuagin are all confirmed dead, he begins to channel energy.
The bard sits up with a groan after Sunstruck heals her back to wakefulness. "Oh good, no visions this time," she mutters as she looks herself over. She glances over to Lark and gives him a half-smile. "I bet you now get why I was so mad back at Brightglass!" She teases tiredly. The tiefling woman rises to her feet slowly, reclaiming her weapon. Then she looks around at the rather messy battlefield.
"Let's loot the bodies before we forget or set the whole ship on fire." She suggests. Then she begins using healing magic herself.
"That's what I got, after that I've got my wand."
Corwin retrieves the torch before the damp wooden floor catches fire and makes sure no ember ignites any tar covered surface. There is no immediate danger and no sounds or signs of other hostile presences.
There is the rest of the deck to explore, sahuagin bodies, and possibly the deck below, but again from what you can see, that level is flooded and filled with giant fish eggs.
Thren starts looking around the immediate area to see if there's anything of value stashed by the sahuagin.
"Good work, everyone. I wish I could say that was all part of the plan so y'all could show us your stuff." Lark shakes his head at his torn and bloody armor. "At least now you know how our fights usually go."
"Let's salvage what we can and go check on Rosie." Before he starts searching Lark peers into the lower hold and says, "Has anyone seen these before? I was figuring to burn this wreck when we leave. That sound right to y'all?"
"I disagree, Lark. Our fights have usually gone with you and Lee in fine shape and me torn to ribbons. With one notable exception. Don't worry, I can get you back to proper attire soon enough, I have lots of practice." Thren banters. "Other than that, burning this thing sounds good. I was definitely wondering about the eggs though. Are they sahuagin eggs? Tasty? Valuable? Any loot down there?"
Kahuranga will take a moment to ponder the eggs before seeing whether any of the Sahuagin were carrying any arcane items.
The eggs, you all think are very reasonable to assume, are sahuagin eggs. Shining a light below, you see bloated corpses of mariners, floating in the brine, probably placed there to be eaten by the hatchlings.
You search the bodies and the lower deck.
Upon the bodies, you find the following:
wand of cure moderate wounds (11 charges)
potion of lesser restoration
potion of cure moderate wounds
cloak of resistance +1
Aura faint illusion; CL 5th
Slot head; Price 3,500 gp; Weight 1 lb.
Description
Preserved sections harvested from several different human faces cover this mask. When worn, the mask desaturates the wearer’s color, making him appear shadowy and granting a +5 competence bonus on Stealth checks. Once per day as a full-round action, the wearer can cause the mask’s features to take on the appearance of any creature of the wearer’s basic size and shape within 60 feet that he observes, allowing the wearer to adopt that creature’s appearance for 1 hour. This grants him a +10 bonus on Disguise checks made to appear as the creature. The mask also grants the wearer a +1 bonus on attack rolls and weapon damage rolls made against the creature he is disguised as, as the mask builds upon the wearer’s rage and jealousy of the target’s appearance.
Construction
Requirements Craft Wondrous Item, disguise self, rage; Cost 1,750 gp
+1 studded leather
+1 trident
+1 trident
mwk trident
mwk underwater heavy crossbow (x3)
50 crossbow bolts
mwk daggers (x2)
dagger (x6)
gold unholy symbol of Dagon (worth 100 gp)
mwk thieves tools
1172 gp (mainly in the mother-of-pearl form of coinage many seafolk use, but also some mundane coinage)
In the storage room:
The room is a mess, clearly searched through by the sahuagin upon their arrival.
You find a number of mundane weapons that probably belonged to the original crew. The only non-damaged, useful items include 3 masterwork scimitars and an alchemical silver dagger. You also find 2 ballista bolts in good condition (but the stored ballista there are in very poor condition and would be hard to remove). Most supplies and foodstuffs are in bad shape, though there is some food in the galley that could be restored with purify food and drink if any of you are capable of casting it.
More interesting, you find a large chest in surprisingly excellent condition. It is made of wood coated with a resined canvas (), with reinforced metal hinges and corners made of steel and coated in bronze. It is unlocked, with minor signs that it had been picked and de-trapped by whomever opened it.
Within is three bolts of high quality Rahadoumi silk, one purple (20 yards, worth 400 gp), one crimson (20 yards, worth 300 gp), and one a golden color (but to be clear, not gilded) (20 yards, worth 300 gp). (Or the three together serve as 1 point of plunder).
Unlike almost everything else here, this cloth is in excellent condition, untarnished by mold or dampness. Examining the area with detect magic you realize the cloth is ordinary, but the trunk itself is magical, imbued with simple transmutation and warding magics that allow it to protect the contents from the elements so long as the trunk is shut. It is not so elaborate that it would preserve the contents--i.e., if you put a side of meat within, it would likely spoil--but it keeps out the effects of extreme cold, heat, and is effectively waterproof. It is about 3 feet wide by 2 feet long by 2.5 feet deep. You'd guess its value at about 2,000 gp, bearing in mind capability, size, and craftsmanship. Unfortunately its key to lock it appears to have been lost.
"I would agree. Take whatever is of value and burn the rest to the water. Some extra measures to ensure that the eggs are destroyed first might be worthwhile. These creatures seem to be wholly evil."