Silas heads towards the water and once in it casts Alter self, his form shifting into that of a merman with gills as he plunges into the water.
Ke' slurped down a Water Breathing extract concoction and dove in to swim clumsily along with the others.
Gathering everyone around as we are casting spells, I cast water breathing and touch everyone who wants it excluding myself. For me, the minute I touch water, I become a Giant Manta Ray until I exit water
Pulling himself up onto the deck of the Thunderstrike, Silas dusts himself down with Prestidigitation and heads to Captain Montgomery. "Captain, once all are on board we must make best speed back to Port Shaw. Beacon Island is a little safer, but its bite might still cause issues for Port Shaw with the moon coming to its fullest. We have new sailing partners, but our mission remains the same."
He says a prayer to Quell before they set off.
Climbing on deck, Sivoth looks around for a moment and grins maliciously upon recognizing his location.
”It would appear those snaggletoothed mutants did me a favor. If only it didn’t cost me my ship in the process. I was just getting used to those guys.”
Oro-Tu waits impatiently for the boat to reach it's destination.
It is a short trip back to Port Shaw.
Watching the city rise above the horizon, Sivoth makes a show of sniffing the air with a wide smile.
"Ahhhh, the smell of civilization!"
His smile vanishes.
"Smells like the place where hope goes to die. The shaman is not IN the city, is he?"
Lucretia having deserted port shaw rather recklessly and recently whispets. "Can we just find a ship and well leave?"
Silas looks over the city, trying to spy if anything has changed in the time he was away. He turns first to Sivoth, "Last I saw Milliauka he was a little way outside the city. Not far."
Looking at Lucretia, "Feel free to leave. As I said bad things are coming and you can fight or you can run. I'm fighting because others can't."
Oro-Tu grunts and wordlessly leads the way to Miliauka after they land.
Many of them are addicted to Dragonsmoke, but you will still spend at least 30 GP.
Oro-Tu smiles appreciatively at the gesture, and greets Miliauka when they arrive in ronjoronjo and then let's Silas speak to him.
I want to go to Miliauka first and then head to the Broken Skull and if I happen to see that squirley commander along the way, I might just deck him for the fun of it. Then after a good fight I might pick up a guy and go to my room for some passion and lust. I am feeling quite frustrated tonight.
Taking the appearance of a hooded cloak Lucretia moves carefully through the streets, not wanting to draw attention.
About to head to the Outskirts, Ke' paused and nodded at the others plan to visit Miliauka.
He will stump along casually, lighting his pipe and puffing away like a smokestack as he observed the changes in the town.
The changes are not good. There is a sense of foreboding....
Stepping up from having handed a few more coins out, Sivoth catches up with the group and turns a glance at the priestess.
”By the fires, if it weren’t for the stench of wacky tabacky hanging over this town like a miasma of murdered dreams, I’d seriously wonder how anybody could get themselves worked up enough to shack up with some rando.”
He gestures about himself. “My gun’s gonna be my best friend tonight, and you’d best be keeping an eye on folk lest they spit sharkteeth in your face.”
Silas smiles at Lanlass. "It's smelt better." He keeps his eyes open, glancing around for obvious signs of trouble or friends. Patting the dagger in his belt he thinks of the promise made to Jacob.
On the way out of the city you spot an abandoned fishing trawler – the Good Day’s Catch – flying a distress flag. Adrift and listing slightly, the trawler appears badly savaged, perhaps by pirates.
”H-uhhhhhh.” Sivoth produces his musket and peers at the boat through his scope. ”Mayhap somebody has caught more than they can reel.”
Smoking his pipe and idly looking about, Ke' spotted the boat flying the distress flag.
"What do you suppose is that all about?" He asked the others, pointing with his pipestem.
It is about 500' feet out and listing towards shore.
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I guess i can swim out to see it they are ok.
jump in become manta ray and swim out to sea.
Oro-Tu hefts a spear and watches to see what Aurora finds, ready to toss his spear at anything untoward.
"While I've little quarrel with our homicidal healer getting herself up and killed in boat-depths unknown if such is her wont, I'd like to avoid having that happen before she's rectified my current predicament. I can shoot mighty fine from all the way over here, but maybe she'd need a bit more support close-in?"
Sivoth keeps an eye on the cleric's progress through his sniper scope.
"Ish ha'kesh." His musket thrums as it magically reloads.
There are a number of small boats on the shore, ie row boats.
Lucretia quickly decides on one and hopps into it, throwing the owner 5 silver as rental fee!
"Come on, lads, we are wasting daylight!"
Silas gets into the rowboat and from nowhere his fiddle appears in his hands. He slowly starts to play an ominous sound ready for anyone looking to ambush.
Sivoth also trundles into the rowboat, keeping his musket trained on the boat and the crazy priestess romping about upon it.
"Pretty much. Coming back from the dead hasn't changed that at all."
"Is she always this impulsive?"
Calling out to the ship garners no response. Once aboard, the party finds deep red stains painting the deck, while disheveled ropes and broken woodwork provide evidence of struggle; however, the adventurers find no bodies.
"On soviet fishing trawler, fish catch YOU!"
Sivoth checks the damaged areas to see if they were produced by shark teeth or wereshark-related peraphernalia.
There is a hold and the bilge.
I get there and there is blood everywhere, search to find the bodies and do a heal check to see if anyone is still alive, somehow we have to stabilize the boat so it doesn't sink
Further investigation reveals smears of blood leading down into the hold.