Garborn strike is clumsy an would have been avoided if the creature wasn't caught in a blood frenzy but the sahuagin is careless and pays the price as the sword cuts his head in half.
Garborn grins down at the defeated foes.
"That was fun!
...
But you know, I take it back, I don't think we'll be frying these fishes."
Walking over to the chest that had seemed to interested the enemy so, Garborn prods it with his foot.
"You know, it looked like this is what they wanted in particular.
Maybe we should take it to the captain and see what he thinks?"
As the fight ends, Mazhir lets out a wordless moan of pain and presses a hand against his torn cheek as he slumps against the wall. Fishing out his wand, his manages to grate out the spell-trigger and sighs in relief as fresh skin stretches over the wound.
"Ahh...well, it seems I should stick to picking at the edges of the fight and leave the dashing weapon-play to others." Standing, he points at the hole hacked in the outer hull. "Um, can anyone do something about that?"
"Անհավատալի! Just incredible!" Calamys says in mild awe, his speech shifting back to Common in mid-sentence. The scholarly fellow sits down on a nearby barrel in a bit of a daze, blathering on while the seasoned combatants go about assessing the situation. "I've seen a scuffle or two before, but you're all really most impressive - well done!"
He gazes down at his blood-stained garments, giving them a sniff and making a face. "Interesting; their blood smells little better than they do..." he mutters to himself as he begins to ineffectually dab at his shirt with a handkerchief. "Does it possess some chemical necessary to their survival, perhaps a more efficient coagulant to combat their aquatic environment? Or is it merely a byproduct of their diet?" Now apparently oblivious to his new shipmates, Calamys stoops down next to a bisected sahuagin corpse to inspect its anatomy, squatting unconcerned amidst the offal. "Most peculiar..."
Garborn scratches his chin a little.
"Yeah, we might want to mention that hole to the captain as well really...
Might be he wants to set ashore to do some repairs or something."
Picking up the chest and putting it over one shoulder, Garborn grins at the others.
"Shall we go and give him the good news?"
"Aye. If it gets us off this floatin' death-bucket I be all for it."
As the sounds of battle subsides some of the sailor come down following their captain. He inmediately order Board that hole! Valkur's wet cock! We'll have to anchor for a while until we can fix that enough to finish our trip. he turns to the party and bows to them I find myself in the company of heroes it seems. You have my thanks but if you don't mind we'll dispose of those bodies, rotten fish is not a nice smell he sees Garborn holding the chest and stares silently for a couple seconds Is there any reason you're holding that? I know I offered a fair payment but I get to choose how I make it, yes? he flashes his golden smile at the tall man.
Garborn chuckles and pats the chest.
"Oh WE don't want it, but they DID.
See, when we came down here, they were rummaging around something fierce, but once they got this chest they stopped and seemed excited."
Shrugging a little, Garborn then holds the chest out to the captain.
"Seems like whatever is in it might be the reason for the attack, they knew it was here after all."
Looking up from his inspection at the captain's arrival, the scholar seems a bit put out by the man's request to dispose of the bodies, but stands up and moves aside all the same. It's his boat, after all. He nods in agreement with Garborn's evaluation of the sahuagins' behavior.
"Their leader especially seemed intent on retrieving that specific box, searching through the other cargo to find it." He indicates the remains of the fearsome four-armed mutant. "Though perhaps rather than planning to intercept that specific case aboard this specific vessel, it might instead contain something which drew them to it, as moths to a flame?"
"Fascinatin', really. But we've got a hole to plug, eh? I don't fancy sinkin' to the bottom where the fishmen can rummage through yon chest at their leisure."
The captain nods in agreement with Khaz We should do that first, nonetheless I don't know what's in that chest, I was paid to deliver it to Iljak by a noblewoman but she didn't give me its key.
Two of the sailors are boarding the hole in the hull but water keeps trickling in albeit much less.
"Calamys. Ye be one o' them finger wagglers, eh? Can't ye magic the holes shut?"
"Well, I suppose I could try, sir dwarf... I'm not a shipwright, but I have read a fairly detailed memoir of one, and believe I can effectively supervise mundane repairs. Furthermore, so long as none of the pieces of have washed away, I can mend the original timbers with a bit of magic." Calamys begins searching the floor for pieces of timber, trying to fit them back into place and hold them there with castings of his mending orison.
Mazhir will assist Calamys with his own Mending spells, scrounging around the floor for pieces of deck to seal back over the hole.
Crinkling his nose, Mazhir objects. "That doesn't strike you as a trifle...barbaric? The sea devils are vile brutes to be sure, but they're still sentient creatures and I'm not comfortable with using their corpses in such a manner any more than I would be if it were one of us."
"Seems to me that if ye try to eat me, it's fair game for me to eat ye. 'specially if ye be more fish than man. But I'm nay one to offend the religious sensibilities o' a comrade. Let's just get this bucket to try land."
Garborn shrugs a little.
"I don't think shark would make very good eating.
But I am willing to be proven wrong.
Mind you, you'd need a pretty big hook, and some sturdy rope.
Mot to mention something to tether it to."
Captain Nassir smile fades as he stares at the group discussing using the sahuagin corpses as bait. You realise there's a storm coming? I would prefer not to have sharks around if one of my men falls over board, not that the cowards don't deserve it! his golden teeth show up again The hole is boarded as good as it will be, and if you're hungry we have dried biscuits and rice ready for supper
"Not setting ashore to whether the storm eh?
Not a problem for me, but I see some green gills here, hah!"
Deciding to be serious for a moment, Garborn pokes the mysterious chest.
"So, going to keep it in your cabin for now Captain?
Just be careful, that's all I'm saying. Seem someone wants it bad, or possibly want to prevent it from reaching it's destination."
Nassir looks at the chest Well... I have a few tricks up my sleeve if push comes to shove and maybe the magnificent lady Laijiri could stand guard in my cabin to make sure it's safe he says.
Garborn matches the captains smile with a grin of his own.
"I'd never be so crass (or stupid) as to speak for a lady. You'll just have to ask her yourself there cap'n."
Once he's done "overseeing" the repair of the ship's hull, Calamys joins the others on deck. He pulls his cloak close against the rising storm, though he seems more worried about protecting his book-stuffed satchel than himself. "Unfortunately I'd have to advise that someone - preferably several someones - stay on watch through the storm! These sahuagin are strong swimmers, and if there's more of them bent on retrieving that case they may not be deterred by the weather," he shouts against the wind. "Of course I don't mean to overstep my bounds, Captain - it's your ship."
Looking up at the angry sky, he wipes raindrops from his spectacles. "It promises to be an exciting ride regardless!"
Mazhir smiles slightly as he sees the approaching thunderheads. "Anhur is a lord of storms, hopefully he smiles upon us now."
The captain thinks about Calamys' words. Well, I'll make sure some of my men keep watch to raise a cry if anything happens. he gestures towards Laijiri and smiles Now if you'll accompany me my lady
The sailors set hammocks for the rest of the party to sleep on.
"Around these parts, sailors try to placate Umberlee, she is the goddess of the sea.
And mark my words, they try to PLACATE her, not PRAY to her.
She isn't called the b+$~@ queen for nothing..."
The sailors under deck set hammocks for the party, they seem to give Garborn a wide berth seeing him covered in sahuagin blood.
Young Will approaches Khaz and says Sir, is travelling with you and your friends always so dangerous? Cos I may try my luck as a beggar in the first town we reach if it is! he smiles for the first time since he left the jail at his own joke.
Calamys watches the angry sky and sea, impressed by the magnitude of nature's fury. He'd always liked a good storm, and would often stare out across the water from the windows of Candlekeep to watch them as he did now from the deck of the Unsinking Mermaid. Amazing!
Khaz looks at Will, and completely missing the joke says "Nay honor in beggin.' Learn a trade lad, somethin' which will serve ye well. I'm an archer an' a scout, it is dangerous, aye. If that worries ye, figure out what ye be good at an' master it."
Once he's had his fill of the bracing weather, Calamys returns below decks, sopping wet, where he joins Khaz and Will. "You're both missing the most wonderful storm!" He stumbles into a bulkhead at a sudden rocking of the ship and clumsily slides down into a sitting position, a smile on his face. "How are things down here?"