"Oh fer the love of....not you as well. Come on if she had wanted ta do anything ta harm us she could have done it by now and I would think it would be a better plan than strand herself and all of us on an oversized bit of seaweed."
"Is your name Daurros? No? I was asking my friend, who has knowledge of magic, if the crazy witch could be responsible for the storm. After all she is as mad as a bag of badgers. Before you ask, no I do not think she is one of the saboteurs, I just think she is off her rocker and she is doing nothing to earn mine or the crews trust with her current display of insanity." Ardanto starts off quite harshly, but his tone drops towards the end as he decides to explain his comment and position.
"Pretty sure that was the manservant that did them in he said as much just before I pincushioned him."
[b]"Is your name Daurros? No? I was asking my friend, who has knowledge of magic, if the crazy witch could be responsible for the storm. After all she is as mad as a bag of badgers. Before you ask, no I do not think she is one of the saboteurs, I just think she is off her rocker and she is doing nothing to earn mine or the crews trust with her current display of insanity."
"Ta be fair most people would say most of our group are off there rockers."
Fathom turns and 'looks' to Karkalla,
"Dis man servant? Was him all burned an' de like? As if him spend too much time, before de sun?" She asks.
"As for me disappearin' before der be murder an' mayhem on board de ship, it be because dis man-servant lured me into de ocean an' den attack me wit' a glowing sword of power." Fathom explains,
"Though, I not be sure why you be callin' Avner 'man servant'." Fathom raises an eyebrow, "Is des, perhaps, de nature of 'im preferences?" She asks, the look on her face showing that she finds some aspect of the conversation amusing.
Finn glares at Fathom suspiciously. "Let me get this straight. You're saying you fell off the ship four days ago? And I suppose you just swam blindly in every direction until you found our ship? You'll pardon me if I find that hard to believe."
Fathom 'looks' back at Finn,
"I not be fallin' from de ship. I was lured. I explain dis jus' a minute ago." She huffs, "As for being here? I be thrown 'ere by a storm. I be thinkin' you all be smart enough to jus find de place by you-self?" She smirks.
"As for what you believe? Well, I not be sayin' how much you have for de space in your head." She shrugs and 'looks' away, seeming to becoming bored with the conversation.
Finn turns to Ardanto and Toxim. "I know little about the sea. Is what she's suggesting possible; that -- by some trick of fate or nature -- this area acts as a magnet that draws floating things to it? If not, then the more likely alternative is that she has been hiding on board ship the whole time..."
"An' dat comment show jus' how much space you have in you head..." She mutters as she dons her swords and silks. Looking to where the crew were attempting to remove/get at the kelp she calls out.
"You be needin' more den jus' axes an' t'ings 'ere! De weed aroun't you hull, it be taller dan a man in how t'ick it is. You need chains and grapple hooks, big cranes to lift de weed as you try to cut it." Walking over to Karkalla, Finn, Toxim and Guard she frowns.
"Yes, I have no-t'ing better to do, den hide aboard you lovely ship an' be stuck here in dis waste land wit you. I thought my arrival de first day show you how intune wit de sea I am?" She 'looks' at Finn
"Maybe dis one, 'e forget more den a few days past, hey?"
Toxim puts his hand up as a shield against Fathom. "Oh no lady. You can't come over here looking for allies. I vouched for your berth on the Wyvern because you can heal. I am not your confidant. You gotta win Finn over on your own. I can tell you from experience that it ain't easy, but it is possible with time. Speaking of which, we have little of it. Let's get moving. We can walk and talk if you like, but we're wasting daylight." Toxim heads toward the Rage.
Amella seems non e to happy, but yells "Fine, toss e' trumpet er cloths, or somons cloths! An stop our staring! Back te wok' thar lot of ye!"
The crew start to leave the railing as someone tosses Fathom some clothing, not her own, but some cloths that do fit ..kinda. If asked by one of the falcons they will toss her the weapons she left behind, but only if told to do so. Avner and his warforged who have been standing on the deck look on. To the nobles amusement. "And here I was enjoying the show" he says with a chuckle as lirith toss some spare clothing to the naked elf.
Father feres and Skald are no where to be seen on the deck
"Oh fer the love of....not you as well. Come on if she had wanted ta do anything ta harm us she could have done it by now and I would think it would be a better plan than strand herself and all of us on an oversized bit of seaweed.""Is your name Daurros? No? I was asking my friend, who has knowledge of magic, if the crazy witch could be responsible for the storm. After all she is as mad as a bag of badgers. Before you ask, no I do not think she is one of the saboteurs, I just think she is off her rocker and she is doing nothing to earn mine or the crews trust with her current display of insanity." Ardanto starts off quite harshly, but his tone drops towards the end as he decides to explain his comment and position.
"Yes, my friend, there is magic that can create storms. Although, to be honest, if she were powerful enough to cast it and wished us ill, she could likely have used other spells to just flat-out destroy us."
To Fathom's comment regarding Avner and his manservant, "Yes, it was Avner's servant, Grayson, who seems to have been behind most of the problems we've had. I'm not entirely unconvinced there aren't more aboard, however. I get the impression from your statements that the person who attacked you was Avner himself? Or rather, that they had Avner's appearance?"
Daurros chuckles a bit, and speaks so only Fathom and the Falcons can hear. "While I certainly wouldn't mind an excuse to imprison or execute that overstuffed scum, in this case, I fear he is likely innocent. We have strong evidence that our saboteur in the past has been able to take on the appearance of others, and quite convincingly. In fact the modus operandi seemed to be to try and lure someone away to a place of seclusion, as was attempted on Finn."
Daurros frowns as they make their way back to the other ship. "Perhaps it would make sense for one of us to keep a close eye on Avner, though. Grayson obviously had access to several mind seeds; just because we found two doesn't mean he didn't start with three or four, if you catch my meaning."
Amella seems non e to happy, but yells "Fine, toss e' trumpet er cloths, or somons cloths! An stop our staring! Back te wok' thar lot of ye!"
The crew start to leave the railing as someone tosses Fathom some clothing, not her own, but some cloths that do fit ..kinda. If asked by one of the falcons they will toss her the weapons she left behind, but only if told to do so. Avner and his warforged who have been standing on the deck look on. To the nobles amusement. "And here I was enjoying the show" he says with a chuckle as lirith toss some spare clothing to the naked elf.
Father feres and Skald are no where to be seen on the deck
Karalla makes sure to ask for Fathom's weapons before she leaves. Once at the ship Karkalla has a quick look into the hole
Perception
You make your way into the damp water filled hold of the rage. If it held cargo the weeds and water have long since claimed it as the floor and walls of the ship are covered with the wet damp weed. The ship lists a bit and you can tell only the weeds keep her afloat. The wood is soft and spongy beneath your feet as you move into the darkened room.
A doorway, its door laying smashed and rotting like the rest of the wood of the ship lays half submerged on the floor, lays to the read of the hold.
"Try the captains cabin first?" Karalla suggests
Fathom puts her arms through the sleeves of one shirt, simply tying the front closed. She sets her swords scabbards about herself and then simply ties a second, larger shirt about her waist as a simple skirt.
"Aye, a good idea. Maybe we find somet'ing here." Fathom turns her head, 'looking' all about, "Dis wood be so rotted, I don't t'ink it would ever burn." She adds
"We are in the hold, normally the captains cabin would be off the main deck above us," Ardanto comments. "lets check this level out first, see if we can find any clue, we need to start thinking on a secondary plan as well, if that weed is as thick as the witch has said, we will run out of food before we cut the ship free."
Peering around in the gloom he asks "can we spread some magical light on the subject?"
He will happily head to the front of the ship if illumination is provided.
"Watch your step as well, no use turning an ankle on a rotten board."
"I be havin' ano'der suggestion?" Fathom speaks quietly, "Why don' people stop callen' me a 'Witch'?" As she 'looks' around, the darkness seeming no hindrance to her strange, pale orbs.
Ardanto mutters, "if it barks and wags its tail I'll call it a dog..."
"Urol could probably figure out something for us to eat." After that, Toxim becomes sullen and quiet.
"The first priority is to kill this...whatever it is...that is going to send its children after us when it gets dark. Then we can worry about starving and name-calling and spies.
Any idea where it might be? One logical place would be close to the centre of this mass of seaweed. Or maybe Daurros could cast a flying spell and try to spot something from the air?"
With a glance you do not see anything in this room. If you spent a few hours digging though the weeds and pulling apart sunken, rotten crates maybe you might find something. Although looking at the ship it is unlikely to be anything useful.
"The first priority is to kill this...whatever it is...that is going to send its children after us when it gets dark. Then we can worry about starving and name-calling and spies.
Any idea where it might be? One logical place would be close to the centre of this mass of seaweed. Or maybe Daurros could cast a flying spell and try to spot something from the air?"
"Yes, that was a tactic I was considering. I still would like to see what we can find in this ship. A captain's log, or something similar. I'd prefer to see if we could gain some additional intelligence before we just start marching off. Although I agree with your logic about the center; that seems a logical course."
Fathom moves further into the room, poking and pulling at the sodden mess,
"De weeds look to be a big place. Jus' wanderin' off an' hopin' to find dat which may not want to be found....until de time when it is ready? Aye, lookin' for clues be de better soundin' t'ing."
"Like I said give the captains cabin a try?" If no one disagrees Karkalla will head there and start to search
Perception
Fathom nods at Karkalla's suggestion and follows the other woman, quietly sliding one of her falcatas free of its sheaf as the group moves into unexplored territory.
Karkalla sees a journal sitting on a leaning desks edge. As soon as she enters the rooms the buckling floor trembles sending the book splashing into the water and though the broken floor to rest five feet below the ship on the sargaoss itself. It is unlikely the book will be readable much longer.
Fathom steps forwards cautiously and leans over to look down,
"I ken get down wit a splash an' I have some power dat will maybe fix some of de book, but I t'ink a cleverer way of retrieving' de book be what called for." She looks over her shoulder as she moves to one side and clears the way for others to come closer.
Finn says "Stand back" as he casts Enlarge Person and then reaches in and picks up the book.
As Finn enlarges, filling up most of this crapped cabin, the very weeds around you start to grab at you. Animating as if by magic to hold and entangle you.
Three large vines burst from the hole, spraying waters across the three inside the room as they strike out at Finn . But the agile monk avoids all three attacks as he grabs the book.
Here is the entangle spell for your convince
Init round 1
Snem=22
Guard=21
Ardanto=19
Daurros=18
Karkalla 16
Toxim=14
Fathom=11
Vines=9
Finn=8
Reflex save
Karkalla leaps back out of room away from the vines.
Fathom exclaims something in her native tongue, but her demeanour it is probably not a nice word. She sheaths her sword and dives forwards, into the hole and towards the book.
"Grab the book and move" Karkalla yells as she begins to fall back out
Reflex
Acrobatics (to avoid AoO)
Reflex:
Finn is slow on the draw and has to wait for the plants to act first.
Ref sv
"What the..!" Toxim quicksteps to keep from being grabbed by the foliage. He steps back out of the hole to allow others to follow.
Prepared as ever, Snem quickly reacts to the sudden danger, and let's loose a Soul blast at one of the vines:
Guard is, for once, just about as fast as Snem and brings his warhammer up. He doesn't know if it might help any, but he relocates his essentia with a thought, then swings his hammer at the vine Snem just targeted:
After swinging his weapon, Guard raises his shield a bit more, holding it out to cover Karkalla a bit.
Ref: +2(class) +3(dex) = +5
Ardanto watches as the others head off in a different direction, leaving him standing mostly alone. He grips his swords and watches them through the rotten opening as the book slips from view. He just about mutters "clumsy fu....." before it is interrupted by him uttering an even fouler swearword as the kelp winds around his legs holding him in place. He thrashes around trying to tear himself free watching with envy as the others evade the winding weeds.
Entangle Spell:
Entangled Condition:
Snem hovers over the others and blasts at one of the vines, As Guard moves past Fathom drawling attacks from the plants as he passes. Only one vine seems to hit Guard [ooc[9hp[/ooc] but seems unable to grab the warforged and is engulfed in blue flame as Guards hammer slams into it.
Ardanto curses as he is entangled and breaks free to move behind Fathom. Duarros seem to avoid the tangles his friend got caught up in and moves behind Karkalla to unleash fiery rays at two of the Vines. Only hitting with one but burning the plant. It gives off wet popping sounds as it burns, but is far from down.
Karkalla moves away from the room as Toxim steps out of the hold to allow the others a chance to flee. Fathom , unaffected so far by the grasping weeds runs toward the plans trying to dive into the hole. She manged to move past the plants but below the hold, the weeds are living things as well, trying to grab the elf. She can see however that Finn has the book in his hand.
The plants move to strike, hitting Finn Fathom And Guard The blue flames around Guard burn the vine attacking him to a crisp as under water Fathom is held by the vine
Init round 2
Snem=22
Guard=21
Ardanto=19
Daurros=18
Karkalla 16
Toxim=14
Fathom=11
Vines=9
Finn=8
Karkalla turns around and opens fire on one of the vines
Attack 1 (assuming within 30ft
Attack 2
Finn drops his spear and the log book in a safe area. Suddenly, he turns into a raving beast, complete with fangs and claws, and tears viciously into one of the damaged vines.
Fathom winces in pain at the weeds attacks and uses some of her power to heal her wounds.
Ref
Noticing that the others haven't come out of the hold, Toxim turns around to see why. As the scene unfolds he lashes out at the plant with magical force.
TK Fist: to hit
TK Fist: damage
Snem shines a bit brighter as he notices one of the vines crumbling, and goes to attack the next plant:
Guard sees the success in his tactics and goes to circle around Finn, eager to get the vines to attack him while passing by, just so that they burn themselves when they hit him.
In addition he raises his warhammer again, smashing it against one of the vines that hit him:
Reflex save for this round:
Ref: +2(class) +3(dex) = +5
Ardanto having torn his way free of the entangling seaweed last round, is more careful this round to avoid the flailing fronds.
He presses his attack against the nearest vine:
Longsword +8/+3 (1d8+12 19-20)
and
Longsword +8/+3 (1d8+10 19-20)
His wild blows connecting with the giant fronds stem with a satisfying thud.
round 1
Finn drops his spear to the wet floor and drops the book onto the desk as he sprouts claws and mauls the plant like a odd looking bear. The plant is sheared and Finn is left with a sour salty taste in his mouth
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With one plant left snem blasts it as Guard moves to finish it off, leaving it as pulp .The wees stop moving and are once more just weeds. Fathom, no longer in danger heals herself in the slimy water under the ship.
"By the gods, what was that?" Guard asks, looking suspiciously at the plants, the face in front of his face frowning. After a thought he adds: "Should ... that not happen at night? I mean, it shouldn't, but ..."
He seems like he doesn't even notice the scratches and dents the vines left on his body/armor. At least, for now.
Karkalla does her best to help Fathom out of the hole. "How's the book held up?" She asks Finn.