Aurora eyes Anzath incredulously at Aragnak's comments on the half-drow, though she manages to fight an awkward grimace off her face.
When the dragon is gone, she merely murmurs, "Well, that was... interesting."
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Tragershen stands quietly for a long time. He watches where the dragon disappears to, and takes in the lay of the land. He looks for a likely spot. The spot would have to be large enough for his group to stand, but unlikely to be obstructed by tributes, rock slides, etc. Only then does he turn and join the others on the way down to the ship.
Mone's ears droop noticeably as Aragnak departs.
The party departs Aragnak's island with another month to burn before returning. Frankly, after all that's happened this summer month, that month feels like an eternity... who knows, you might be contemplating eternities of various sorts by then.
The crew hoists sails and scoots in close to the mainland, dodging shoals and reefs as they seek a good landing to unload you folks.
One of the sailors leans against the rail, grinning and talking, the sea breeze blowing his long hair around his face and his bronzed, muscular shoulders. He rambles about how scary Aragnak is, about how much he likes the life of the sea-dog, about how the disintegration of Rivenrake means they can make money bringing arms into the island, and then make money bringing refugees out. "It's amazing, people will literally give you everything they own, and all you gotta do is go on a boat ride! Well, you have to dodge pirates, monsters, patrols, and whatnot. But it's a boat ride!"
Anyone want to talk with the blockade runners?
Talathel watches the boat runners casually, though wary for trouble.
Bedlam crafts a bit.
While Talathel is primarily concerned with maintaining a reasonable vigil on the crew of the ship, he ends up spotting something else entirely. An enormous hand reaches out of the water, grasping towards the handsome sailor...
Anzath is understandably distant and removed after being subjugated and objectified by the dragon. She stares silently over the waters as they make their way to the mainland.
So preoccupied, she misses the threat as it appears.
The sharp blue eyes of the dwarf sparkle with excitement! He quickly reaches for a jar and rubbing its contents on the handsome sailor!
Don't ye be tell,n nobodies!
Source PZO1115
Each pot of this slick black goo has sufficient contents to cover one Medium or two Small creatures. If you coat yourself in alchemical grease, you gain a +5 alchemical bonus on Escape Artist checks, on combat maneuver checks made to escape a grapple, and to your CMD to avoid being grappled; this lasts 4 hours or until you wash it off.
Create: Craft (alchemy) DC 15
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Mone sits, happy and oblivious, looking out at the water and thumping her tail slowly against the deck.
Perception
Lolygert has a grand time with the sailors, trading stories, sharing his ever full flagon of beer, or wine or....
Talathel calls out to the sailor as he charges, spear first:
"Dodge! A giant hand rises behind you!"
Can Trag tell what this hand belongs to?
Knowledge (local) would be . All of his other knowledge checks are the same or higher.
Tragershen suspects that this long-nailed hand must belong to a Scrag Troll, an amphibious species.
Be not a cave troll at da least!
Tragershen flings a gob of acid at the grasping arm.
Ready a flask of acid to use as a reagent, then cast acid splash.
To hit , damage
Then he bellows "Tlama ka sekepe se seng. Ho chesa feela mona."
The handsome sailor smiles benignly upon Bedlam as the dwarf approaches and begins rubbing his skin with suntan oil. Clearly it's not the sailor's first time being spontaneously approached for this particular favor. Imagine his confusion when suddenly a gob of acid shoots past his face, followed by an elven warrior's branched spear! The handsome sailor shouts (shrieks), drawing everyone's attention to the sight of the spear-wounded hand reaching out from the sea. Talathel and Tragershen both recognize the scrag troll, a fearsome seabeast with the ability to regenerate while in contact with water.
Adelie readies Produce Flame should anything foul clamber onto the deck.
Tragershen calls out "Sea Trolls!" as he moves towards the middle of the ship. When he is in the center of his friends, he mutters a spell.
Move away from the railings of the ship and cast haste on Lolly, Bedlam, Adelie, Mone, Anzath and myself.
Be faster!
The dwarf grins!
Talathel calls out in halfling:
"It geneart yn it wetter! Helje it út as jo kinne!"
"Huh!?" Lolygert grunts as the alarm about a hand and trolls rings out.
"Right then..." he mutters, rolling his shoulders as Tragershen's quickening magic flows over him.
With a growl, he crosses the breadth of the ship astoundingly quickly, his sword a blur as it's brought forth in all of it's ferocious glory.
Now bellowing his rage, he brings the sword down on the encroaching Troll...
"What are you yelling about?!" Aurora calls, looking between Tragershen and Talathel with a baffled expression at their use of other languages. Muttering about 'sea trolls,' she shakes her head and brings her holy symbol to hand, lofting it up and uttering a blessing over the group.
Bedlam chuckles...in Halfling!
Lolly uses his shoulder to nudge Tal's spear out of the way before whomping down with his mighty blade. The troll shrieks in pain. \
Captain Kolvio yells "POOP! POOP! POOOOOOP! Poop, everyone, except the men in the rigging!" Then he runs to the poop deck, drawing his shortbow.
The troll in the water jets under the ship. Tal pokes it with an AOO, and Lolly gets a swing in, too:
The water is full of blood, but the foe is gone.
Bedlam begins looking for another Poo monster!
Where be da durn poop!
Anzath whips around at all the commotion. Still lost in her own rumination, she sees Tal and Lolly, quick to act, cut down a sea troll as it emerges from the water. She draws her blades in response and looks around. No enemies in sight, she stands ready to slice and dice anything else that comes crawling out of the sea.
Talathel moves up to Tragershen, to knock any assaulting troll onto the deck.
Bedlam drinks his Mutagen.
Tragershen takes a moment to cast mage armor on himself.
He calls up to the poop deck "Keep watch over the back so they don't crawl up unnoticed!"
He watches Adelie to see if he has a shape shift trick up his sleeve. If he does start to shapeshift, Trageshen will be ready to cast summon monster to back him up.
Lolygert growls as the troll disappears down into the water, smashing his sword into the railing, leaning over and shouting incoherently at the water.
He rushes to the other side, looking down, fist clenching on his sword hilt , anticipating ...waiting...furious...
After a minute passes, the scrag emerges from the sea! It pokes its head up at the fore of the ship, its beady eyes flashing as the water courses off of its hairless, flabby flesh--it glares at the party and the sailors gathered on the poop. It hangs with half its body in the water, half suspended from one of its mighty arms.
Aurora retreats up to the poop deck with the others when the captain makes the call. Mace in hand, she readies an attack on approach if any of the scrags clamber up.
As Talathel eyes the scrag troll, as he says to the wizard:
"Tragershen, you should move as far from the railings as you can, even onto the poop deck. I can cover your withdrawal."
Talathel's wait is not spent unproductively. He concentrates *hard* on getting ready to kill these trolls.
The scrag slithers onto the deck, keeping its distance from the warriors, for now.
With a snarl, Lolygert swings around as the wet troll slithers back on deck.
Roaring, he charges across the deck!
Tragershen steps to keep the warriors between himself and the scrags, and casts a spell to try and bring one out of the fight for a short time.
Casting create pit under one of the scrags. DC 16 reflex to avoid it. Thirty feet deep, seven round duration.
Bedlam reaches into his pouches with a grin. He tosses the Tanglefoot bomb at multiple targets.