"I don't think he's friendly!" Titaia called out as her stance quickly shifting from defensive to aggressive.
Kandoo steps back, getting ready and shaking his head in agreement with Titaia.
I can't understand what he's saying, but his attitude certainly isn't too friendly at all!
Cantion sighs, "I tried, Lord Bacchus."
The fawn readies his quarterstaff for battle.
Nessius will take his charge against the seafolk, as he prepared to. Obstacles in his way are battered aside as he lunges forward.
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First, I will move towards the sahuagin heading below deck & attack with my greatsword.
If that hits then for damage:
& I will shout "Anybody know anything about these freaks?"
"Other than I'm guessing they're Neptune worshipers, no,", responded Cantion.
Intoning a quick prayer to Bacchus, the fawn cast bless.
Patroclus moves to the closest fish man and tries to grapple it.
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The sahuagin braces against a charge stabs at Marcus as he aproaches, but the trident is deflected by shis shield, and the slash strikes the enemy, wounding him badly.
The unarmed fish-man is grapled with ease, however that brings him closer to the claws. The creature attempts to keep The grapple and claw the man apart, unfortunately it just flops about.
The final fish man pulls a javelin out and chucks it at Kandoo. but it flies wide.
(Party's turn)
Fishmen: A:10 dmg taken, below deck.
B: grappled
C: n/a
This is a Sahuagin. - Kandoo finally says - They're usually evil. As you can see, they look like humanoid fishes... And they usually have these mutations of multiple arms and whatnot.
With that said, he advances towards the enemy. Small bull horns grow on the Samsaran's head, as he takes an aspect closer to that of a bull, and he finally attacks with his gandasa.
He tries to catch the attention of the enemy, exposing his shield and knocking it with his exotic weapon. The little horns at the top of the head are also quite inviting, especially when he mocks that the fish man missed his javelin attack.
I will strike again.
If that hits:
Nessius rears back and jabs with his lance again as he comes down.
With everyone blessed, Cantion reels back to swing his quarterstaff, but not used to the tight confines of below deck, hits a wooden beam instead of the aquatic invader.
"Well isn't this just grand..." Titaia sighed as she moved in, spear drawn. The martial training she had kicked in and she dropped into a fighting stance, trusting the spear at the creature.
Patroclus, still carrying the grappled fish man, move over and uses him as a club against the next one (ability from Uncanny Grapple used only because it's cool).
both the club and the target take that.
"You should stay in the sea fish demon!"
"He's limp and bleeding. Do we save him, or offer him back to Poseidon? "
The fawn walks back on deck to see Patroclus holding a bleeding sahuagin.
"Did I hear you ponder mercy for the fishman? Well, you were the first one to offer the idea of mercy." Cantion nods thoughtfully and continues, "I feel this is your decision. You hold the life of this being in your hands. But I'd decide soon lest the crew decide for you."
"I'm not a healer of any sort, but I do tend to believe that anyone is redeemable. However, if he upsets the crew, I will toss him back and his fellows can tend him. " and he tosses him overboard, to the tender mercies of his kin.
Walking behind the athlete, Cantion places a hand on Patroclus's shoulder. "There. Now his fate is his own. How this will affect our fates, no one can say."
Looking around the deck, Cantion shouts,
Kandoo just kept eyeing both Patroclus and Cantion. The Samsaran didn't interfere; instead, he let the exchange follow its course, and under his mask smiled as the enemy was thrown overboard. He wouldn't agree with just exterminating the creature, and although not particularly conflicted by the idea of offering mercy at all, he felt the final decision was righteous.
I'm healthy, but thanks for the offer of your grace. It'd be my pleasure to help care for whoever needs, though, if my untrained hands can be of any use. - he finally completed, speaking from underneath all the layers of cloth.
From the belowdecks, Nessius shouts. "How'd it go up there? Got all of them?"
"There is no threat left. They have all retreated or been dispatched. I trust you dealt with yours. "
Looking at the mess, Nessius sighs. "It wasn't really a challenge." he calls back, heading abovedecks.
The fawn sighed, and walked over to the myserious masked man who has apparently been following them, hanging off the side of the boat, unnoticed for days on end. Gently placing both hands on the stranger's shoulders, Cantion calmly screamed,
"No need to raise your voice Cantion." Titaia stated as she leaned against her spear. "And let go of him. Invading ones personal space without leave is rude." She told the fawn before looking to the man. "Do you wish to answer?" She asked.
Turning to the amazon, Cantion composes himself and lets the masked stranger go, knowing the cleric has backup.
"For you information, Titaia, I have invaded the 'personal spaces' of many people, mostly ladies, and only a few minded."
Your wisdom and respect are most welcome and thanked, warrior. - said Kandoo towards Titaia and her spear, making a quick reverence. The Samsaran sheathed his gandasa, turning his attention to the fawn.
I find your upbeat spirit and childish inappropriateness quite reinvigorating, my friend goatman. Please, accept my sincere apologies if I startled you. My name is Kandoo Krom, and I came from the very far lands South of the Sea.
He bowed and let go of some of the clothing covering his face, to reveal his light blueish skin. His solid white eyes without pupil or iris blinked, before he covered himself again.
Like you, I'm a wanderer following a message from the gods. Our paths interconnected days ago, and I had been approaching you in each step of the way, although confessedly afraid of provoking some sort of undesired alarm. I mean no harm to anyone - in fact, I'm quite sure I wouldn't be capable of harming any of such skilled warriors.
The tall blue man held on a wall and sat on the floor, lying his back as if tired.
My journey is by your side, I believe. I had to reveal myself when I understood evil could be presenting danger for any lives, and I believed it was a long due reveal nevertheless. I hope we can trail our quest as friends.
"That seems reasonable to me, good fellow. I'm always willing to make new friends. " and he offers his hand to clasp to the stranger.
"Childish inappropriateness?" I'll have you know, outlander, that my inappropriateness is 100% manly!" The cleric reacted with mock indigniation.
The fawn then bend down with his hand extended in friendship. "Cantion, devotee of Bacchus. Pleased to make your aquaintance finally."
The centaur walks around the group but make no attempt to physically approach the newcomer.
"I am Nessius." he introduces himself.
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"You may call me Titaia. Well met." The Amazonian woman said as she offered the foreign man a nod. "I wouldn't worry too much about Cantion. He seems to mean well at the very least." She told him as she gave the Fawn a sligh smirk.
The fawn flashes a winning wink back at the Amazon.
Kandoo shook his head positively, and smiled from underneath all the cloth.
Hopefully our travel follows uneventful from now on. - he says, going back to meditating.
"Yes, I didn't much like them interrupting my leisure time. The waves are so calming. " and he heads back to the rail to watch the sea some more.
Turning to the amazon, Cantion remarks, "Word has it you have some dice. I'll play if your willing?"
"No, Nessius has the dice. I have the Petteia board." Titaia retorted as she crossed her arms. "Which I will happily play."
Cantion shrugged, "After you, Princess."
"I am not a princess. I am a general's daughter." Titaia corrected as she went back to her area and started to set up the board. "Have you ever played before?" She asked.
"I haven't." Nessius adds. "But I'll just watch, thanks."
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"I am not a princess. I am a general's daughter." Titaia corrected as she went back to her area and started to set up the board. "Have you ever played before?" She asked.
"No, but it's something to do. I need to keep myself focused on something other than drinking through my religious supplies."
Titaia sighed before she began to set up the piece and turned to board so one side faced her and the other side faced Cantion. "Well then I do hope you are a fast learner." She told the fawn before she began to explained all the piece, what they do, and what the objective of the game was.