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You pass out into the bright sunlight of a korvosan day. The walkway extends a little under 90 feet round the building, and around to the far side of a docked ship.
The boat has obviously been here a long while. Barnacles cover the hull, and a distinct green line shows the high tide line on the hull some 7 or 8 feet below your feet, and a few feet above the waterline. The barge is held together mainly by the layers of old rope that moor it to the pilings that support the fishery and the wooden walkway you are on.
A single wooden doorway leading into the aft cabin bears a crude red painting of a fish.
As you approch the wreck, a dull thud can be heard, and even felt through the walkway, and seen around the pillings in the water below. Far in the distance, to the North and most likley in old Korvosa, a plume of smoke begins to rise.
The boat has obviously been here a long while. Barnacles cover the hull, and a distinct green line shows the high tide line on the hull some 7 or 8 feet below your feet, and a few feet above the waterline. The barge is held together mainly by the layers of old rope that moor it to the pilings that support the fishery and the wooden walkway you are on.
Istas frowns at the sight. "I've never claimed to be a sailor," she tells the others, "Being from the Cinderlands and all, my people never had much use for ships. But judging by the looks of that thing, I can't imagine Lamm could sail anywhere in it. At least he won't be using that to sneak away..."
A single wooden doorway leading into the aft cabin bears a crude red painting of a fish.
"Looks like we go in there..." Istas points.
As you approch the wreck, a dull thud can be heard, and even felt through the walkway, and seen around the pillings in the water below. Far in the distance, to the North and most likley in old Korvosa, a plume of smoke begins to rise.
"What was that?" Istas asks aloud, "And what's with all that smoke over there?"
With no immediate answers forthcoming, the priestess suggests they make their way onto the boat and through the door marked with the red fish.
Malik follows Istas with a bit space between, as the walkway does not seem very trustworthy. He has his crossbow and his wits at the ready.
"So, where are those spiders, he was talking about?"
"So, where are those spiders, he was talking about?"
"Somewhere inside," Istas replies, "And by the looks of this thing, I can see why."
Atherton glances briefly at the numerous slates. "False records," he mutters and then follows Istas, sighing as she kicks the door in, "There were better ways to do that you know. Quiter ways." Atherton glances out at the rickety walk. "Ladies first.""Stealth is unnecessary," Istas explains, "We clearly have Pharasma on our side. Jubrayl is rescuing the orphas as we speak. The gnome and Lamm's other accomplices fell to us easily...and in so doing, divulged all that we need to know."
She moves onto the slippery walk, testing the wood as she goes, and then looks back once more. "Can't you feel it, Atherton?" she asks with a touch of religious fervor in her eyes, "The goddess of fate is using us as the instruments of Gaedren Lamm's end. The pitcher holding the sacred water of his life is nearly full. And Pharasma will soon lift it to pour it forth into the great pool that is the afterlife."
"All I feel is like I'm about to fall into the damned water. Maybe you're right, maybe we're fated to end Lamm but we can't do that if he kills us. We defeated three hirelings, one of which was a cowardly gnome who begged for his life. Lamm wouldn't survive this long if he wasn't tough and at least a little smart. Plus he has that damned alligator and Desna only knows what other fun little surprises. You can walk in there with no element of surprise if you want, but trust me on this; your godess won't keep you alive if you just barge in there, and I won't be dying with you. We go in quite-like."
"All I feel is like I'm about to fall into the damned water. Maybe you're right, maybe we're fated to end Lamm but we can't do that if he kills us. We defeated three hirelings, one of which was a cowardly gnome who begged for his life. Lamm wouldn't survive this long if he wasn't tough and at least a little smart. Plus he has that damned alligator and Desna only knows what other fun little surprises. You can walk in there with no element of surprise if you want, but trust me on this; your godess won't keep you alive if you just barge in there, and I won't be dying with you. We go in quite-like."
"We all go in with the talents that suit us best, Atherton," Istas replies, "It is the way of Pharasma to use those most applicable to the job. You and I wouldn't be here if our skills weren't needed. And you wouldn't be advising me of the need for stealth now if the goddess hadn't put you here for that specific reason. So, alright. We'll proceed as you advise...but if you truly want to control the manner in which we search, perhaps you should lead the way as I requested, rather than letting go in front?"
"We all go in with the talents that suit us best, Atherton," Istas replies,
Calandra gives a small smile and a shrug "I don't think I can sing and dance my way out of this one" She murmurs with a small bemused expression "but, I think Atherton is right. Stealth is probably the best way forward, never turn down an opportunity for an advantage."
Calandra gives a small smile and a shrug "I don't think I can sing and dance my way out of this one" She murmurs with a small bemused expression "but, I think Atherton is right. Stealth is probably the best way forward, never turn down an opportunity for an advantage."
Torillan nods his head in agreement, adjusting the grip on his swords.
"Lets proceed quietly, but space out. I don't like the look of this deck. I'm willing to go first, just don't leave me stranded!", he adds with a smile.
"I will take a position at the back and react to whatever unexpected may happen."
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Torillan nods his head in agreement, adjusting the grip on his swords."Lets proceed quietly, but space out. I don't like the look of this deck. I'm willing to go first, just don't leave me stranded!", he adds with a smile.
The air in this room is thick and musty. Thick sheets of cobwebs hang from the walls and mounds of blankets, cushions, and straw clutter the floor. A narrow flight of stairs leads down into the ship's hold. The room is about 15ft square, though tapers at the back with the shape of the ship.
The air in this room is thick and musty. Thick sheets of cobwebs hang from the walls and mounds of blankets, cushions, and straw clutter the floor. A narrow flight of stairs leads down into the ship's hold. The room is about 15ft square, though tapers at the back with the shape of the ship.
Torillan...
** spoiler omitted **
Torillan suddenly lets out a yelp, and stumbles backwards. "Get it off!!", he yells.
Istas moves forward at the warrior's plaintive cry, searching for the problem. "What? What is it? Where?" she yells.
Atherton stays at the door, looking around the room cautiously and keeping his crossbow at the ready.
Atherton briefly takes aim at the large spider but decides it'd lead to to many questions if he accidentally shot his erstwhile companion. "Watch for spiders!" he hisses, looking around the room for more.
Just the -4, its small size etc is taken into account with it's armour class.
You won't hit Torillan unless you aim at him I think...
Atherton decides its worth the risks and fires at the spider attacking Torillan.
Atherton's bolt whistles past Toriallan's shoulder, but misses the spider as it switches course back around Torillan's groin and down one leg.
Torillan is too busy trying to carefully jab the point of one sword into the spider without self-inflicting a wound to notice the bolt.
Biting down on her lower lip in concentration Calandra skirt closer and quickly flicks her dagger, trying her hardest to only hit the spider and not the poor fighter.
Malik waves his hands in an intricate pattern and utters sizzling sounds. A little blob of green liquid leaves the palm of his hand and streaks towards the tiny spider.
Firing into melee; damage (1d20-3=9, 1d3=1)
The spider just runs a bit lower and the splash of acid misses its mark. "Darn."
"Hold still, Torillan!" Istas shouts, trying to follow the scurrying movements of the wounded spider. She jabs tentatively with her spear, but misses completely.
Deciding to chance it again, Atherton takes careful aim and fires at the spider again.
Again Atherton's bolt whistles past torillan, missing the spider, and embedding itself in the hull of the rotting ship.
Taking a second to glare in Atherton's direction, Torillan turns his attention to the spider crawling on him, timing it right to drag the razor sharp sword across the spider's body.
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Again Atherton's bolt whistles past torillan, missing the spider, and embedding itself in the hull of the rotting ship.
Taking a second to glare in Atherton's direction, Torillan turns his attention to the spider crawling on him, timing it right to drag the razor sharp sword across the spider's body.
The spider drops to the deck in two seperate bits, still twitching, but now completely harmless.
Again Atherton's bolt whistles past torillan, missing the spider, and embedding itself in the hull of the rotting ship.
Taking a second to glare in Atherton's direction, Torillan turns his attention to the spider crawling on him, timing it right to drag the razor sharp sword across the spider's body.
"What? Just doin' my part." Atherton says with a smirk. "Oh, mind giving my crossbow bolt back? I don't want to be running out later on. I think it's in your boot.", going to retrieve his bolt from the wall.
"And the gnome said beware of spiders..." Istas muses aloud, "Well, at least we know now he was telling the truth. Let's hope he spoke truthfully about everything else..."
"What? Just doin' my part." Atherton says with a smirk. "Oh, mind giving my crossbow bolt back? I don't want to be running out later on. I think it's in your boot.", going to retrieve his bolt from the wall.
"Ha, ha....", Torillan says with a grin. "Anyway, thanks for the effort. I just hope there aren't anymore", he says looking around warily.
"Well...assuming we're still going stealthily..." Istas gestures toward the stairs, indicating Atherton should proceed them, "Please lead the way."
Atherton frowns slightly, not much liking the idea of being at the front but wordlessly start cautiously going down the stairs with his crossbow held out.
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Atherton frowns slightly, not much liking the idea of being at the front but wordlessly start cautiously going down the stairs with his crossbow held out.
Dark, and dank the ships hold smells of mildew. Barrels, crates and containers can be seen scattered about the hold of the ship, in the thin streams of light piercing the hull.
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