You're not sure what they are, Zstelian, though it looks like some sort of dragon.
Kyson looks.
"What are you talking about, Zstelian?" Kyson asks. "Seka! You see them? Do yeah?"
Know (Arcana)
Kyson, you believe they are, in fact, wyverns.
"Oh yeah, I think I've seen pictures of them. 'Why-verns', I think. Kind of like dragons, but not quite. Pretty big and they have pointies. Not sure they'd want to attack a boat...but maybe."
Kyson looks further.
"Where? Oh! I see them! How beautiful!"
”A, flying wyrvens”, Silvio confirms knowingly and studies the reptiles with his spy glass.
”Be ready to engage the first wyrven. It will be arriving shortly”, Silvio warns Sekathral and Zstelian and focuses one of the wyrvens with his spyglass.
Zstelian looks up to the wyverns, down to Silvio, and then up at the Wyverns again.
"Wait, we're attacking them?", he asks as he reaches for a javelin.
Sekathral glares at the wyverns.
"Who gave the ***king lizards wings, eh?", he demands.
"I'll tell you what, if one of those green ponces comes within spitting distance it's women and Silvio first, for sure. Keep me out of it - I'm not getting eaten twice in two bloody days."
He loads his crossbow anyway
The wyverns seem content to cavort above the ship, swooping and whirling, possibly enjoying the nervous cries of the sailors. One occasionally dropping down to skip its talons or wing tips across the ocean surface. One does come toward the ship, looking curiously over the Sea Wyvern's carved masthead. After about 10 minutes, they seem to tire of the sport, winging back toward land, to Urol's clear disappointment (the gnome rushed abovedeck when he heard the clamor) and Amella's relief (the captain had her sword out, ready to defend her charge).
The rest of the week passes uneventfully until you wake one morning and find that Dargon seems to have gone missing.
"Dargon? DARGON?! Where is Dargon?" Kyson asks Khaz. "I was going to show him my beard. I haven't shaved in a week...look at this mighty scruff." Kyson raises his chin to reveal some long, but very sparse, peach fuzz.
Kyson begins to search the ship for Dargon.
"Rub manure into it, mate. If it works for bloody rhubarb, it'll work for your chin-pubes or whatever else you round-ears call it. Well done, though"
Sekathral helps search too, deciding to start by talking to Dargon's bunk-mates and inspect his quarters to see if either of those two avenues produce any leads.
"Dargon? DARGON?! Where is Dargon?" Kyson asks Khaz. "I was going to show him my beard. I haven't shaved in a week...look at this mighty scruff." Kyson raises his chin to reveal some long, but very sparse, peach fuzz.
Kyson begins to search the ship for Dargon.
Khaz opens her mouth several times but can find nothing to say about Kyson's beard so she just nods and heads off calling for Dargon.
Khaz opens her mouth several times ...
Totally working. Chicks dig beards.
"DAR-GON!"
Perception
A thorough search of the ship turns up no sign of the dwarf, though most of his gear remains in his chest near his bunk.
Kyson does find something odd in the cargo hold, though: A small bag of hard tack, a bottle of wine and half-empty bottle of rum, and a handful of small bones that have been picked clean of any meat.
”This is most uncharacteristc. Silvio suspects that there is devilry afoot”, Silvio says and furrows his brow. ”Silvio shall make enquiries among the crewmen, perhaps that can give us some leads on what has transpired here.”
Silvio traverses the boat to speak with the crew, asking when they last seen Dargon.
Kyson looks over the meal site, hoping the bones aren't squat and bearded.
Heal check ... Not dwarf I hope
They do not seem to be dwarf. Likely rat or some other creature of that size.
"We've not been out long enough for anyone to have to eat rat", observes Sekathral, "So who the ****'s been down here snacking on the little bastards? Also, who saw Dargon last?"
"Didn't see him anywhere. Anyone else have any luck?" Khaz asks as she joins the others. "I don't remember the last time I saw him come to think about it."
The crew don't really remember seeing the dwarf around. Skald, however, says he saw him late the previous evening. He said he'd gotten a message that Kaskus had come over from the other ship and was wondering if he wanted to split a pint.
Kyson looks through Dargon's possessions for clues and magic.
"Where could he have gone, Khaz? Is his alcohol here? He wouldn't leave that behind."
Sekathral goes off to try and find Kaskus
Kyson looks through Dargon's possessions for clues and magic.
"Where could he have gone, Khaz? Is his alcohol here? He wouldn't leave that behind."
"I don't know, Kyson. I'm sure he must be...somewhere" Khaz tries to ease Kyson's worry, but it's not looking good for the missing dwarf.
Sekathral turns to Zstelian.
"I'm going to bugger off and do some asking around, unless you want a hand"
You don't see anything magical in Dargon's gear -- he didn't own much and carried most of it on himself. Mostly he's got a couple changes of clothing and a writing case with ink, quill and some letters.
No one in the crew remembers having seen Kaskus anytime recently, at least not since the ships last stopped for water before the strange attack in the fog.
As you wait in the hold alone for a rat to come out, you suddenly hear a woman's voice casting an arcane spell!
”This is most strange. Silvio must insist that we dock with the Sea Wyrven to make sure that nothing has run afoul on that vessel”, Silvio proclaims and goes off to find captain Amella and inform her how to proceed.
As you look around, you just barely catch a glimpse of a
ragged looking but familiar redhead across the hold.
"Damn you, old man!" Rowyn curses. "You're going to wish you'd fallen under my spell, as it would've prolonged your life for a few minutes! Did you really think I wouldn't get my vengeance for what you did to my operations in Eleder?!"
Zstelian initiative:
Rowyn initiative:
The woman casts again, disappearing from sight!
Kyson optimistically returns all of Dargon's stuff to where he found it, even folding some of the clothes and making the 'bed', all with hopeful thoughts of Dargon's return.
"He'll be fine, right Khaz? Right?"
I bet the only reason they didn't get me was that Khaz and I stuck together. We need a buddy system. Definitely.
When finished, Kyson returns to the area where the rat dinner was found...back to square one.
The first attack just catches her ribs, drawing a line of blood, though she ducks the second easily.
Kyson optimistically returns all of Dargon's stuff to where he found it, even folding some of the clothes and making the 'bed', all with hopeful thoughts of Dargon's return.
"He'll be fine, right Khaz? Right?"
"uhhhh... I hope so, Kyson. I hope so." Khaz turns her head to blink away "the grit" making her eyes itch before she faces the young cleric again. "but let's go get some sun, huh? The Lady misses us, I'm sure" and I sure miss her... too much dark in these boats.
You hear Zstelian shouting from the hold.
You can give me a Round 3 action.
Bottom of Round 2
Rowyn suddenly appears next to you as her rapier splits your ribs, a vicious blow that leaves her grinning next to you.
Perception
"You know what I like about clouds, Khaz? They are fluffy. And fluffy things are the best, ain't they?"
Kyson walks on to his destination.
She slashes the weasel as he leaps at her, opening up a gash on his rear leg.