Kyson slumps down after the 'egg' is removed, only going back to his knees to lay his hands on the Father before returning back to the ground to cry.
Healing from converted CLW
"That sucked. I never want to do that again."
Kyson stops crying only for enough time to vomit away from himself, then back to some less-than-manly blubbering.
After a few minutes, Kyson regains a little composure...enough to take a look and think about the egg.
Know (Planes)
Kyson, you're not sure what it is.
Sekathral gives the weeping Kyson a reassuring pat on the shoulder and offers him first puff of the fresh joint he's rolled and a slug of whisky to help him recover.
"Chuck it over the side", he urges. "Unless there's some other frigging bookworm on board who'd be able to tell us what the hell it is, and whether or not it's worth anything"
He stops and thinks for a moment, looking worried.
"Here, how did the poor ****er end up with that in him?"
Kyson nods, still sobbing and sniffling and smelling vomit.
Kyson slowly gets up, leaving the egg as it is.
"Maybe that gnome knows what that is. It don't make any sense to me," Kyson says with a fawning, weak wave.
"I'm going outside to get some fresh air...smells like blood and vomit down here."
Kyson struggles out the door, ending up gasping for air next to the railing.
Oh Sarenrae, never again. Promise me, never again.
"Did not Silvio say that his good friend Kyson was up to the task!" Silvio says beaming and give the cleric a hearthy slap on the back. "The fresh sea air will clear you mind, good idea", he says and puts an arm around Kyson's shoulder and helps the young man to the deck. "Somebody will see to the egg, yes?"
Kyson sputters out the last of the bile in his mouth by spitting into the ocean. Kyson takes a few deep breaths before finally rallying to speak to Silvio.
"Thank you Silvio. I've never done that before...and I never want to again. Cutting people open that you care about...that you want to live is far different than trying to slice through them in anger or comabt."
Kyson looks to Silvio. "Maybe I could have my sword back now? It might have been easier if I had been able to use it instead."
* * *
Kyson, upon seeing Zstelian walking with the covered egg, will speak with Silvio.
"Let's go talk to the gnome too, Silvio. Besides, I need you to watch my back...soon enough whomever is doing these awful things is going to realize that they are failing because of me. ME, SILVIO! You have to keep me safe!"
Kyson follows Zstelian, dragging Silvio with. And Khaz.
The gnome takes a long look at the egg, scratching his head several times as he peers it over.
"Quite fascinating, quite quite," he says. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue what it is. You say you pulled it out of Father Feres? How interesting! However did it get there, I wonder?"
The next few days pass uneventfully on the ship, Father Feres keeping quietly to himself in the bunks and jumping if anyone makes any hasty moves or loud noises near him.
The ships anchor near the mouth of the Havekihu River, taking half a day to refill water stores from the river. That evening, about half an hour after the expedition gets under way again, a thick fog springs up.
Fog banks like this often occur along the coast in this region.
The thickness is oppressive, and Capt. Venkalie sends all the passengers belowdecks. Above, the crew grows silent as all ears strain to the port side, marking the distant sound of breakers on the shore as the only trustworthy method of ensuring the expedition doesn't draw too close to the shallows while still staying parallel to the coast.
The fog grows thicker and soon even the Blue Nixie, only a few hundred feet ahead, is lost to vision.
A short time later, Sekathral and Silvio -- who both remain on deck as part of the crew -- hear a shout from Lavinia's ship, strangely muted by the fog, ordering a stop for the night. Capt. Venkalie spreads the order to weigh anchor and the crew hurries to comply, the Sea Wyvern slowing to a stop for the evening.
Kyson huddles in his bunk, hoping that others are with him to keep him company. However, feeling the stopped boat and possibly hearing the shouts, Kyson will put on his armor and go above deck to see what all the hubbub is.
"Seka?! You up here!? What's going on?"
"Fog, mate. You can't see a bloody thing, so we're stopping. Skipper knows what she's about - no sense in ploughing on only to run smack into Gods-know-what and ending up lost for good in Besmara's cleavage."
He peers out into the fog.
"**** me. It's like lighting-up time in a pesh den out there"
"Let's go talk to the gnome too, Silvio. Besides, I need you to watch my back...soon enough whomever is doing these awful things is going to realize that they are failing because of me. ME, SILVIO! You have to keep me safe!"
Kyson follows Zstelian, dragging Silvio with. And Khaz.
Silvio looks perplexed at Kyson as if the chelaxian doesn't quite understand what the cleric is saying. "That goes without saying. All Silvio's good friends are safe around Silvio. It is a known fact. Like that the sun rises every morning."
About five hours after you stopped, you're awoken from your sleep as the ship suddenly lurches and begins listing slightly to the port (that's the left, Kyson).
Kyson fears are only somewhat assuaged by Silvio's calm confidence, considering all the ails that have befallen those around him so far on the trip, resolves to put more weight into the words than a rational man might.
"Thank you, Silvio. I feel safer."
Of course, we're all going to die. Especially me.
* * *
Perception
"We're what, Zstelain? Drafting?"
Kyson yells again to his go-to sailor/pirate.
"Seka!? What's up? What should we do?"
"We're listing, mate. We're sagging like a Riddleport doxy after 30 years on the game, is what we're doingbegpardonscusemelanguage. **** knows what it is, but you do as your Uncle Zesty says and follow him. He'll see you right"
As you come above deck, the pervasive fog conceals everything, reducing visibility to just five feet in front of you despite lanterns beating back the night's darkness.
A sudden scream of surprise and pain is followed by a load splash -- as of someone going overboard -- from near the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the bow on the port side of the ship.
"What now?" Dargon grumbles. "This boat'll be the death of us yet!"
You hear a voice shout back, "I'm here, but I can't see a bloody thing!"
With Silvio and Khaz in tow, Kyson heads to the back of the boat.
Perception
"Dargon?! You there? What's going on?"
The fog cloud appears to be completely mundane, Zstelian.
"Aye, laddie, I'm here," the dwarf responds. "Can't see a blasted thing, though."
Sekathral scuttles down the rigging, landing near Zstelian and moving forward to stand beside him.
"Man overboard, it sounded like. Want me to take a dip and see what's what, or should we leave it?"
Kyson follows behind Seka and Zstelian, not anxious at all for another dip.
"Dargon?"
Khaz keeps one hand on the cleric in front of her, and another feeling for walls, railings or anything else "solid". "Thicker than Pappa's حساء البازلاء, that's what this is. And just as deadly. Can anyone see *anything*? At all?!"
"Aye, I'm still here, boyo," the dwarf responds as the group moves closer toward where the splash came from.
You hear a sudden noise of something hitting the deck and then the dwarf lets out a startled exclamation. "Blast! Something just nearly hit me!"
Initiative:
Round 1, Init 25
"I can't see a thing," Kyson states the obvious.
Kyson readies to Sound Burst (targeting as to not hit seen allies) at the whatever should it come into view.
Calm under pressure Silvio draws his elegant blade and prepares to defend himself. "There is no need to panic, Silvio just needs more information to solve this situation. So, can anybody identify what just hit the deck and Silvio will deal with it shortly."
Round 1, init 10, AC 19, hp 29/29
Sekathral backs up until he has something solid behind him , then draws his rapier and waits for developments.
Round 1, Init 19, HP32
Khazmia mutters and fumes, then startles at the sound of things that go thump in the fog.
"Hold on guys, I'm want to try something."
Khaz fiddles with her hair, pulling free both her hair and hat pin free. She readies to activate the fan shaped pin, but gives her friends time to find decent hand holds first.
Kyson: 25
Khazmia: 19
Zstelian: 17
Silvio: 11
Sekathral: 10
Dargon: 10
Antagonist: 8
As everyone else braces themselves, Khazmia's token begins flapping, kicking up a strong breeze that sends her hair flying.
As the fog begins to clear, you can see a slimy pseudopod fly up from the water below the ship, slamming into the deck as it misses all of you again before sliding back below the deckline.
You're not sure what it is, Zstelian.
Round 2, Init 25
Kyson looks over the edge of the boat with Zstelian and decides to scamper well away from the edge. "Something to clear away debris? Uh, not really. Say...don't you worry what that debris is? Lavinia's ship, is it?"
Kyson looks ill. Well, not ill, but definitely more sour than usual.
Kyson readies to 'light the candle', prepared to hurl a ball of flame at a monster if it shows himself again.
touch to hit;
fire damage.
Round 2, init 10, AC 19, hp 29/29
Sekathral loads his crossbow, remarking to Zstelian as he does so,
"I've got some alchemist's fire and a couple of thunderstones. We don't want to set fire to the ship, I hope, but I could chuck the stones at it. That might make it clear off..."
Round 2, Init 19, HP 32
"I can try, Zstelian, but the only spell I have will be slow going, unless I can find some way to focus the fan to blow them away."
Silvio follows the other to the railing and looks down into the water. "Whew, a hideous thing", he remarks. "Fetch Silvio some spears and the ship's harpoons!"
Kyson: 25
Khazmia: 19
Zstelian: 17
Silvio: 11
Sekathral: 10
Dargon: 10
Antagonist: 8
Khazmia, you believe it's a flotsam ooze, a sticky, aquatic mass named for the sea junk that sticks to it, making it look like a mass of flotsam. It holds fast to anything it touches and freeing one's self is very difficult.
Seeing an opening, Zstelian throws his javelin, which sticks upright in the thing, doing some damage, the old Varisian thinks.
Silvio, the creature looks pretty massive, the huge pile of debris reaching about 15 feet wide and long. There's no indication where the flotsam's come from, but you don't think it's enough to be the Blue Nixie. The fog is still too think, however, for you to see your sister ship. You can see one sailor, struggling to escape with no success. The ooze twitches, slamming a tendril into him, and his cries suddenly end in a bloody mess, his body simply pulverized.
Dargon follows the rest of you -- except Kyson -- to the railing, looking over. "Whatever it is, it looks like it's trying to send us to the bottom. I don't really swim all that well..." he says, as he backs back away from the side. "Let me see if I can find something to help, eh?"
The ooze suddenly flings an appendage upward, nearly hitting Silvio, despite Kyson blasting it with a bolt of fire that sends it falling back into the ocean.
Ooze: 19