Seeing that Kilarra and Vorya are deep in a discussion with the troublesome -- or cowardly -- dwarf, Uruelleth decides to let them work, although he remains close enough that he could swiftly respond to a fight.
He folds his arms and stands attentive to their conversation out of the corner of his eye. It's not long, however, before he is called away by Thrim.
"I should be your lieutenant? I am fine with this. What additional duties will you need me to do?"
While learning the use of the siege weapons, he makes some small talk with the dwarven gunner, asking him where he learned to work with these massive weapons.
Jimell shakes his head at Talia’s words. “Well you’re certainly humble, I’ll give you that much. But you shouldn’t doubt yourself. The monarchs didn’t pick you for nothing. I’m sure you’ll find the skills you need when the time comes. Speaking of which…”
The man trails off as something catches his eye. He looks away from Talia and stares at what he sees in the distance.
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Thrim smiles when Uruelleth agrees to be his lieutenant. The dwarf says, “You won’t be just another ballistae crew member, for starters. You’ll be overseeing all of them. If I need to relay orders, they’ll go through you. If you see anything that needs improving, I expect you to speak up and tell me. If the ballistae crews need a bit of prodding or encouraging, you’ll need to be able to administer that, too. With eight different ballistae on board, you’ll probably have to oversee at least half at anytime if we come under fire. I can give you some tips, but I suspect you…”
The master gunner’s words come to a halt as he looks out over one of the ship’s ballistas at something in the distance.
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Makori just listens as Talivar speaks. She betrays very little emotion on her face, but seems to nod slightly when he mentions that they’re all damaged in some way.
The navigator’s emotionless demeanor fractures as Talivar finishes. She says, “Those bastards killed your wife and took your daughter? I would hope I would do the same thing you’re doing now if I were in your position. Since I’m not, money will have to do as motivation. For what it’s worth, I hope you…” Makori stops speaking as she looks out a window in the Captain’s quarters.
“That’s not good…”
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Ragnar seems overwhelmed by the number of questions Kilarra asks him. Still, it appears he does his best to answer them truthfully, if only to avoid a beating.
“Death. She threatened me and my family with death. I would tell you again that she came to me at night, but if you know anything about dwarves, you know we have exceptionally good eyesight in even the darkest conditions. I thought she was short, but she might have just been hunched over as she wore a heavy cloak, so I couldn’t see her face. She wasn’t wearing weapons that I could see, but again, she could have been hiding a horse with that heavy cloak of hers.
“She approached me at the inn we were staying at. The rest of the crew was already asleep or drinking at other taverns. I was just preparing to set sail earlier in the day. We weren’t sure whether or not you people would show up that day or the next, so we were ready to go for most of the day till we finally got word around dusk that we wouldn’t be departing till the next day.”
Ragnar narrows his eyes before pointing at Kilarra and saying, “I don't trust you."
Then he looks over at Vorya and says, "But I’ve told you what you want to know. What about that protection you were talking….”
The dwarf’s words are cut off abruptly as a thunderous noise sounds off in the distance.
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What Jimell, Thrim, Makori, and Ragnar saw becomes apparent to all of you as you turn to the ship’s starboard side which is currently facing to the northeast. In the distance, a section of the Eye of Abendego appears to be behaving in a particularly volatile manner. There’s a flash of lightning and another boom sounds from far away.
Captain Fineas and First Mate Driara rush onto the deck at the commotion and both quickly assess the situation.
“If you plan to do any of those drills you were talking about,” Captain Fineas says, “I suggest you get started right away or they may not be much use.”
Makori has also joined the others on deck at this point and says, “The Captain’s right. Storms like the one that’s brewing there are extremely unpredictable. It could be a day or two before it’s on us or it could be a matter of hours.”
First Mate Driara says, “Whatever you plan to do, please do not antagonize the crew. That storms looks like it’ll do enough antagonizing on its own.”
"That's the point, Ragnar. You shouldn't trust anyone. Least of all suspicious women in heavy robes who pay for treason and utter threats."
As the crew's attention turns to the storm, Kilarra gazes off into the distance. After the captain and First Mate speak, Kilarra turns back to Ragnar. "Good thing you didn't succeed, hey? We're going to need trust, teamwork and a sh**load of luck to get through that..."
She lets Vorya speak with Ragnar again, if he wants too. When the conversations over she eyes Ragnar.
"It's time to earn that protection, Ragnar. Instead of trying to drive us all apart, you need to bring us all together. You need to undo the damage you've done. Before it's too late, yeah?"
If Vorya doesn't assure Ragnar that we'll get him the protection he needs for his family, then Kilarra finishes with: "We'll get word to our contacts about your family. Now you get to work."
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Once Ragnar's gone Kilarra looks at Vorya seriously. "What do you want to do about him?" she asks.
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As the Captain and First Mate make remarks about the drills, Kilarra looks to Talivar.
"They're still happening?" she asks, clearly not excited at the prospect.
If Talivar says yes or otherwise indicates we are, which I assume he does, Kilarra sighs.
"Beats swabbing, I guess."
"Good luck, old man," she tells Vorya. "You're gonna need it!" she jokes.
Kilarra wanders off to hang out with her fellow swabbers until it's their turn for the drills.
Uruelleth's attention is instantly drawn to the distant storm. He scowls, not at all familiar with what one is supposed to do to weather a storm on the high seas. He's lived through many severe storms that blasted across the Hold and even survived two flash floods, but being on a ship in this vast ocean was ominous.
He watches the eyes of the captain and first mate for signs of how bad it would get. "Well. What do you need done? I do not think the ballista will be of use."
When it's Kilarra's turn for the drills, she looks up from her labours, stands and stretches. She jokes with her fellow team-mates until it's time to begin. During Talivar's speech she smirks at him, but otherwise makes no mocking comments, listening with the rest of the regular crew. Her fellow teammates look riveted, and inspired. She rolls her eyes, but manages to suppress the urge to scoff aloud.
If we are doing it, Kilarra volunteers to be the man overboard while the others save her. She strips off her armour, weapons and boots and drops her backpack on the deck. "Now, don't leave me hanging, guys," she jokes. Then she climbs the rail on the ship and dives into the ocean.
When she's eventually saved from the ocean Kilarra exclaims "My hero!" at her teammates and gives them high-fives. "Whooo! That was brisk!" She rubs her hands through her hair and shakes them about, drying off her messy hair a bit. She whips off her shirt (yes, she's wearing undergarments) and rings the ocean water out of it for a while. She doesn't seem embarrassed in the least. Eventually she gives her shirt a shake and puts the sopping wet shirt back on. Then she plops down on the deck and puts her boots back on. She tosses her armour into her backpack, straps her blades back onto her belt and tosses her backpack over her shoulder. She doesn't put her armour back on until after she's dried off.
Kilarra lets either Thrim or Ruel, whoever's showing them the ballista and such, show her where to go and how to use the thing. "Got it," she assures them.
not including any penalties for using a siege engine untrained, etc.
Kilarra messes up using the ballista completely. She lets out a laugh. "Wow, I'm horrible at this! Hang on, let me try again. This goes... here? And then like this? Right?"
Kilarra gets guidance from her teammates, or Ruel, and then tries a second time.
not including any penalties for using a siege engine untrained, etc.
"Ahah!" she exclaims happily, giving her teammates a high five. "I've got this now! Thanks!"
Kilarra pays attention to whoever tells her where to go and stand during combat. She rolls her shoulders, tilts her head this way and that, with a crack, crack! Then waits for the signal.
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Kilarra looks around throughout the rest of the day, seeing if there's anything else she can help with, watching to see if Ragnar's holding up his end of their bargain, and watching to see if she can discover any other compromised crew members.
Ragnar nods at Kilarra and leaves to help around the ship.
At Uruelleth’s question, the Captain says, “Make sure all the sails can be lowered quickly. The last thing we need is a torn sail from high winds. And the ballistae may not be much use in this situation, but you can also make sure they are securely attached to the ship. We had to repair a few before we left port.”
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When the time comes for the drills, the storm has already grown closer. The time between lightning strike and thunder clap has grown considerably shorter.
Still, Kilarra is able to motivate her team to participate in the drills.
During the fire drill, Kilarra’s team is able to quickly put out the fake fire.
For the torn sail drill, the operation goes smoothly till it comes time to replace the damaged sail. Kilarra has to let other crew members handle that part.
First Mate Driara shakes her head at Kilarra when the slayer asks about the man overboard drill.
“That storm is going to put enough lives at risk as it is. We’re not risking your life or anyone else’s, if we can help it. Besides, the storm’s speed is volatile. It could increase and be here before we could rescue you.”
For the sea monster drill, the crew go through the motions and simulate using the ballistae without actually using them. Since they aren’t actually using them, the drill is considerably less helpful than the other drills, but it at least provides the crew with where they need to stand in the event of an attack.
Since Kilarra doesn’t actually attack with the ballistae, she avoids complete embarrassment with her first try. It’s painfully obvious, however, that she has no idea what she’s doing.
Kilarra’s second mock attack goes much smoother and she manages to restore most of her reputation with the crew.
For the repelling a boarding action drill, Kilarra’s able to effectively lead her team. As with the sea monster attack drill, it’s not the most helpful since there’s not another ship to practice with, but it’s better than nothing.
At the end of the drills, Driara nods at Kilarra’s team and says to the slayer, “You’ve got leadership potential, I have to admit. I can see why the monarchs picked you. Even when you fail, you keep going.”
As Kilarra goes about the rest of her day, she sees Ragnar swabbing the deck. He isn’t the most enthusiastic crew member, but he seems to be trying to do his job. Everyone else seem to be doing their jobs, but also seem to be growing increasingly nervous at the approaching storm.
Aghast Talivar stared at the storm and swore, "By the Dreamer that thing is coming our way! Should we turn NNE and ride out the headwinds?"
When Kilarra asks about the drills Talivar answers at once, "Unless the winds get dangerous yes, the crew needs something other than that to occupy their minds!"
When it comes to the drills, Talivar was pleasantly surprised that Kilarra tried her hardest. Not that he would mention it, she'd only smirk.
“Make sure all the sails can be lowered quickly. The last thing we need is a torn sail from high winds. And the ballistae may not be much use in this situation, but you can also make sure they are securely attached to the ship. We had to repair a few before we left port.”
Knowing a thing or two about Rigging, Talivar decided to check himself...
Reporting his findings he said, "Well Captain I think..."
"That storm is going to put enough lives at risk as it is. We’re not risking your life or anyone else’s, if we can help it. Besides, the storm’s speed is volatile. It could increase and be here before we could rescue you.”
Talivar agreed, "Aye we'd best save that one for a calm day. I mislike the look of this storm no telling what it will do, I only hope we can out run it!" Talivar's nightmare was getting shipwrecked somewhere on Mediogalti island. Most of it was supposed to be uninhabited jungle so even if they survived, completing their mission before they starved would be near impossible.
Kilarra gets back to work on the swabbing team, occasionally casting a wary eye to the horizon. Despite her bravado, she's never been at sea before, and certainly never had to weather a storm like was about to roll over them...
Ruel pays particular attention to the sails, but ultimately can't decipher the mechanisms of the ballistae so his eyes kind of glaze over while examining them.
When Talivar asks about turning NNE to ride out the headwinds, Makori says, “I’ve been through one these before. We’re just as likely to get sucked into the Eye as be better off if we turn more northward. We may have to lower the sails, but we shouldn’t change our course.”
The Captain and First Mate nod in agreement with Makori. This is what the Quintumvirate are paying her for. If anyone should know what to do in this situation, it would be Makori.
Talivar’s pretty confident that the rigging for two of the ship’s sails will hold just fine. He’s not quite as confident about the third, but it looks fine as far as he can tell.
Uruelleth examines each of the ship’s sails and the ship’s ballistae. Unlike Talivar, Uruelleth is confident that all three of the ship’s sails are well-made and should hold up. That said, given the speed of a hurricane’s winds, quick hands may be needed to lower the sails lest they tear from the force.
He isn’t able to decipher the mechanisms of most of the ballistae, but there is at least one that he’s fairly certain is operational and tied down properly.
Talia looks a little hesitant heading straightforward into the storm, she knows better than most the vast strength of the eye, having come across it in her research library in a quest to learn more about the Mantis. Unfortunately though, she had no idea about what magic she could even rely on to smooth the journey, something that caused her no small about of irritation, annoyed that even though she had information on the topic at hand, she didn't have the magical power to solve the problem.
Vorya has not a sailing man. He has gone through storms before, of course, but always as a passenger and usually belowdecks. Being topside and watching that roiling wall of wind and rain heading right towards them was....worrying.
He takes comfort in Talivar inspecting things and speaking intelligently on matters. It was good at least one of themknew something, however, minor about ships.
It is when he notices Kilarra glances nervously that Vorya grows worried. If something was bothering that woman....
Vorya climbs the rigging helping make whatever adjustments need to be made. He really hopes to not have to ride out the storm among the ropes but he knows the job is important.
Ruel decides that his breastplate would be of no use and a potential liability if the storm were to truly come upon them, so he went below decks briefly to remove it. He still retained his weapons securely tied to his body.
He continues to follow whatever instructions he is given to assist the sailing, but continues to cast watchful glances in the direction of the arm of the storm reaching out toward them.
Talivar had come to a conclusion and it was mostly good news, "Captain, those two fore sails are properly secured and hurricane or no I think they'll hold. I don't like the look of that jackstay on that spinnaker however, it seems overly taught. If something gonna fail, my money is on that..."
Through repeated uses of speak with dead spells, I was able to ascertain a general description of Lidellia’s killer. The assassin was an elf. One of our own. It wasn’t enough for the assassins to murder one of us. They had to corrupt one of our own as well. I’ve instructed my remaining advisors and guards to keep an eye out for any elf acting suspiciously. My worst fear is that one of those in my inner circle could be complicit with the Red Mantis. If so, I will personally see to it that they are executed for their treason.
From the journal of Queen Telandia Edasseril of Kyonin
Dated the 29th of Abadius, 4710 AR
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The Captain raises an eyebrow at Talivar’s use of nautical terms. “Then I trust you will keep an eye on it during the storm. We don’t exactly have the means to replace it at the moment.”
Talivar is fairly confident he’ll be able to fix the sail in question should the need arise.
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The storm continues to approach. A few minutes pass and the gentle sea breeze turns into a brisk breeze. A few more minutes pass and rain begins to slowly fall. Five minutes later, rain is mercilessly pounding the ship and the wind begins to howl.
Lest you think you are in the worst of it, Makori walks over and shouts over the storm, “This isn’t even the storm, properly speaking. This is just the calm before the storm. It’s going to get much worse before it gets better.”
True to Makori’s words, the storm continues to worsen. Just as it seems it can’t possibly get worse, lightning begins to strike around the ship. The waves also grow large enough that they begin splashing water on deck. The vessel rocks back and forth as the winds continue to batter it.
Then the worst comes.
First Mate Driara runs on deck and shouts, “The ship’s taking on water below deck. I’m redirecting most of the crew to help plug the leak,” the elf pauses to look up at Jimell, “That means you too. We need you below.”
The unofficial second mate scurries down the mainmast. As he does a lightning bolt lightens the background. Jimell nearly slips from the sudden flash, but his years of military training keep him steady and he makes it the rest of the way down.
Driara glances over at you and says, “Someone has to stay above deck to monitor the storm and let us know if it gets worse. And to mind the rigging. We can’t all be below deck. I trust you, the Captain, and Makori can handle that.”
Without another word the First and Second Mates descend the stairs leading below deck.
For a moment, it appears your role in surviving the storm will be minimal. Then another lightning bolt flashes out of the sky and you are all momentarily blinded.
When your vision returns, you see Captain Fineas prone on the ship’s deck. The wind of the storm is just about to blow him overboard, but Makori grabs him firmly by the arms before he gets to the edge of the deck.
There are several holes in the Captain’s clothes where the lightning bolt burned through. He appears to be unconscious and badly injured.
Before any of you can respond, a loud sound is audible over the storm’s winds. It almost sounds like wind itself, but there is something too organized and too intelligent about it for it to merely be caused by a gust of wind.
Makori looks over at you. Her normally expressionless face looks worried. “There are… voices… in the air. Something is coming. Multiple somethings, I fear. I’ll get the Captain indoors and see that he is tended to. It’ll be up to you to deal with whatever’s coming. Let’s see if your rulers chose well.”
The navigator begins dragging the Captain into his quarters. Though the sounds or voices on the wind appear close, they are not nearly close enough to discern their exact source or location. You have but a moment to prepare for whatever is to come.
Kilarra helps secure the stuff on and below deck while the storm begins to worsen. When just us, Makori and the Captain are left on deck Kilarra looks around.
"Well that's sh*t sailing! What the hell!"
As the lightning strikes the captain and Makori disappears belowdecks with him Kilarra scowls. "Really?! Yeah, I'll just sail a ship! Don't worry about it!" She growls. "Jacka**es!"
"Where do I need to be?" Kilarra yells at Talivar, knowing he's the only one who knows how to sail.
At the sound of the weird wind, and Talia's ominous pronouncement Kilarra shouts. "Never mind! I'll kill stuff!"
"I hear it too!" Uruelleth answers Makori. "I don't understand the words, but they sound like commands!" he shares with the others.
"We can fight a foe! Ready your weapons! Ballista crews, ready to fire!" Ruel shouts at the remaining sailors above deck.
Then, lacking any armor currently, he expends some of his arcane power to bring up an invisible shield around him.
Buffeted about by the wind and the rain, Talivar wasn't keen to move from his current position, but it had to be done! The spinnaker could easily rip which would spell disaster.
Shouting to be heard over the wind, he cried, "Follow me if you can, we may need to loosen or even cut that jackstay!" This would hopefully cause the sail to collapse rather than tear. Getting it back up would be difficult, but dealing with a torn sail would be impossible.
Uruelleth is able to concentrate well enough to enhance his defenses against whatever is to come.
Talivar deftly maneuvers over toward the foremast. Despite the buffeting rain and wind, he’s able to stay firmly on his feet.
The voices on the wind become more distinct and it is clear that they are drawing closer. It’s still nearly impossible to see anything through the storm.
Concerned about the state of the wind, the unseen voices, and the hazards around them, Talia casts Heightened Awareness, increasing her ability to spot anything hidden, before peering into the storm, trying to discern her enemies.
"Air Elementals" Talia gasps, pointing in their direction sharply. "A medium and two smaller ones, currently in range of our ballistae should we want to go down that route. Beware, they can transform into storms themselves, so look sharp"
"Where?" Kilarra shouts over the storm, unable to see the elementals. She moves forward the direction Talia is pointing, drawing one of her sawtooth sabres as she does so.
Easily keeping her footing on the rolling deck, Kilarra keeps a wary eye out for the enemy.
Vorya can see nothing other then the roaring storm coming on them. It is a thing of beauty and the Sheyln worshiper finds it ironic he may be killed by something some breath-taking.
Then he hears Talia shout about air elementals.
Vorya had never fought such creatures before and shouts over the wind, "Will normal steel harm them?"
Otherwise he falls into a sighting stance on the deck, standing near Kilarra.
Uruelleth snarls as he looks in the direction that Talia is pointing but not able to pick out the actual enemies.
Without a target, he commands the ballista crew to ready another one to fire. He stands at the ready next to the first one.
Talivar was about to climb the ladder to the forecastle when the call went out, Elementals! He froze and searched his view blurred by the howling winds and driving rain. Yes there, three sets of harsh eyes within insubstantial bodies off the starboard bow!
A wave of irritation swept Talivar, it seemed these elemental beings threatend them all. All he had to do was reach and that vast reservoir of utter cold was there! His fingers flashed to frost as before he had time to think this through a cataract of freezing water spurted out to strike at the largest one! Some of the icy spray splattered a smaller elemental too;
Uruelleth bares his teeth in a fierce grin against the elementals. He sights along the heavy bolt aiming at the iced-over animate storm and sends it flying.
Kilarra draws her sawtooth sabre and maneuvers next to the the starboard side of the ship. She readies to study one of the air elementals as soon as she sees it.
Vorya moves next to Kilarra, his glaive at the ready.
Talia shares a wealth of information with the others about the air elementals.
Uruelleth orders the ballista crew to fire a bolt should an air elemental come into view.
Talivar drenches the largest elemental in ice. It lets out a dreadful howl as its airy body slows from the cold. Talivar’s spell continues on to one of the smaller air elementals and deals a decent blow to it.
With Talivar’s entanglement, the ballista crew is able to find their mark and the large bolt collides with the biggest elemental.
The air elementals cry out as they approach the ship. While a couple appear to move slower than normal, they are still more fleet-footed than any of you.
The Large Air Elemental howls in Talivar’s direction and approaches the sorcerer. Even with its reduced speed, it’s able to overtake Talivar’s position. As it does, it begins spinning rapidly, despite the entanglement. The Elemental has taken the form Talia warned about: that of a whirlwind.
Red Air Elemental materializes from the storm and nears Vorya before attempting to pound the man into the ship’s deck.
Blue Air Elemental appears from out of the storm and nears Kilarra before trying to pound the woman into the ship’s deck.
Before any of you have a chance to catch your breath, you all hear a horrendous sound that is somewhere between a cracking and a ripping. The ship’s foremast is being pounded by the storm’s winds and the sail appears to be in the earliest stages of tearing.
"Oh, that sounds bad!" Kilarra remarks to herself. "You alright back there?" she yells over the sound of the roaring storm.
Kilarra holds her ground against the elementals, and slashes at the one that attacked her with her sawtooth sabre.
Kilarra then draws her second sawtooth sabre.
Uruelleth bellows a challenge but still moves cautiously toward the big elemental that is threatening to sweep up Talivar into its funnel. Drawing his falchion as he moves, he swings with all his might at the whirlwind.
Vorya watches in awe as the air elemental erupts from the storm and lands on the deck, fists swinging toward him. More out of instinct then skill he lashes out at the creature.
The rolling deck, the thundering storm and the howling beast make the ex-assassin miss however, his blade hitting nothing. Instead the elemental pounds him, hitting him hard in the chest.
Vorya coughs up a little blood, but nothing he hasn't had before.
The older man takes a step behind Kilarra, happily using the woman as a shield. From over her shoulder he attacks the elemental in front of her.
Using his magical skills he sends a silent message to Kilarra, hoping it is more easily heard over the roaring wind.
Kilarra, if they push us back, let us try and flank them. I can vanish for a few second if I must, to get around them. I have your back.
"Whoah! How long have you been in my head, old man?" Kilarra exclaims. Realizing that doesn't really matter now, she shouts over the storm. "Got it!"
Violent winds buffeted Talivar, slamming debris into him with lethal speed. He grunted from the impact and tried to say something which was swallowed by the vortex as it tried to lift him bodily off his feet. Diving to the side he managed to evade it for now and started to half crawl, half stagger up the forecastle stairs.
It was then Talivar heard the sound he was dreading the most, a deep creaking from the over strained foremast! "The mast!" he screamed, "We must unhitch the rope from the cleat before it breaks!"
He lurched towards the rope and started tugging at the cleat hitch, throwing his whole weight into it!
Kilarra swings her blade at the blue air elemental, but it’s airy form proves difficult to hit. She then draws her other blade.
Vorya misses his chance to strike the red elemental, but after moving behind Kilarra his second strike is successful. He lands a nice blow against the blue air elemental.
Talia casts her gaze onto the whirlwind that is the large air elemental. It manages to shrug off the long term effects of her gaze.
Uruelleth manages to get over next to the large air elemental and swings at it in a violent rage. The elf lands a strong blow against the elemental, but the whirlwind continues to swirl. It also doesn’t appear his swing did as much damage as he expected it to do.
Talivar is buffeted by the elemental’s initial arrival, but manages to stay on his feet. He makes his way over to the foremast and pulls with an impressive amount of strength for a sorcerer. Talivar unhitches the rope from the cleat before it has a chance to break. The sail, and the rest of the ship, appear to still be mostly intact.
The Large Air Elemental spins toward Uruelleth at the bloodrager’s strong blow. It tries to engulf the elf in its winds.
Red Air Elemental cries out as Vorya steps away. It steps closer and tries to slam the inquisitor again. Its second attack isn't successful.
Blue Air Elemental tries to pound Kilarra into the ship’s deck once again. It barely manages to strike the slayer.
Uruelleth stands strong initially against the buffeting winds, but the gale force draws him up into the spinning vortex. He screams defiantly as he swings his falchion at the surrounding elemental.
Vorya ducks another blow from the elemental, happy to not get smacked this time.
The older man takes another step around, still using Kilarra as a shield of sorts. He wishes they weren't all separated like this, scattered across the deck.
Again he lashes out with his glaive at the elemental he has already damaged.
Kilarra lets out a grunt as the air elemental pounds into her, then spits a gob of blood on the ship's deck. She swings her blades at the elemental that struck her, slashing with one blade and then the other.
While concerned about the state of the mast, Talia knows she is utterly unable to correctly fix the sail. Therefore she chants to herself, keeping her Evil Eye active, before casting Misfortune on the large ELemental.
Buffeted the storm Talivar barely manages to claw his way back down onto the main deck, slipping more than walking down the short ladder. Edging away from the larger elemental he fumbles for his belt pouch where he had many vials of urea. Upending the pungent contents into his palm. Aided by the sympathetic resonance of this potent liquid, he forced open a dimensional rent into the vast planar boreal sea, sending a powerful spray of super cold water right into it's center of mass! A fine misting of snow fell from the arc and was promptly swept away by the storm.
Kilarra lets out a grunt as the air elemental pounds into her, then spits a gob of blood on the ship's deck. She swings her blades at the elemental that struck her, slashing with one blade and then the other. Both of her blows strike the blue air elemental and it vanishes from the material plane.
Vorya ducks another blow from the elemental, happy to not get smacked this time.The older man takes another step around, still using Kilarra as a shield of sorts. Seeing that Kilarra has dispatched the blue air elemental, Vorya lashes out at the red air elemental instead and hits it.
Talia chants to herself, keeping her Evil Eye active, before casting Misfortune on the large elemental. Both of her hexes linger on the elemental.
Uruelleth stands strong initially against the buffeting winds, but the gale force draws him up into the spinning vortex. He screams defiantly as he swings his falchion at the surrounding elemental. His blow strikes true, but the elemental continues to swirl.
Talivar barely manages to claw his way back down onto the main deck, slipping more than walking down the short ladder. Edging away from the larger elemental he fumbles for his belt pouch where he had many vials of urea. Upending the pungent contents into his palm. Aided by the sympathetic resonance of this potent liquid, he forced open a dimensional rent into the vast planar boreal sea, sending a powerful spray of super cold water right into it's center of mass! A fine misting of snow fell from the arc and was promptly swept away by the storm.
The Large Air Elemental, carrying Uruelleth along, spins toward Talivar, once again trying to suck the sorcerer into its vortex. As it does, it buffets Uruelleth again.
Red Air Elemental recognizes that Kilarra felled its companion and tries to slam her in response.
Blue Air Elemental is gone.
Kilarra nimbly steps further towards the back of the boat, easily keeping her footing on the rocking deck with the intent of flanking with Vorya, as he requested. Suddenly her eyes widen, and she sees the massive tornado monster knocking Talivar around, and spinning Urrueleth like a children's top.
"Fu**!" she curses, words lost to the storm. "Behind you!" she yells at Vorya.
She stands her ground against the angry, little spinning wind monster, attacking it with both blades.
Helpless to resist being moved around by the whirlwind, Uruelleth could still swing his sword. He keeps attacking, putting everything behind his swings.