Wardove's Rumble in the Jungle

Game Master Laithoron

Power attack 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 2 = 35 good hope, inspire courage, divine favor, outflank (if applicable), bane
Damage 1d10 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 3 + (2) + (5) + (1, 6) + 2 = 37 as previous, fire, precise strike (if applicable), bane dragon

Lilyana does her best to keep singing even as Darvesch's axe descends.

"The apples of the valley ho-OOold–"

There is a gout of fire, and a shower of holy sparks as the dwarf's axe sheers thru Ozyrankhus' stoneskin spell like it wasn't there. Immediately, Lilyana drops to the ground, motionless!

Next Up: Sasha, Darvesch, Priyya, Malandraenas, Isaac, Tyralor, Ozyrankhus, Aerys, Gelik, Alis, {Lilyana}, Lureene {dying}

Alis grits her teeth momentarily, before picking up from the next measure, Ozyrankhus still airborne and now trying to swipe at Sasha as the Falcata pulls away.

"The groouund is rich, from tender ca-are,"

With a terrible, pained roar, the mage clamps down on Sasha's shoulder with his dragon's maw!

"Repay, do not forget,"

Even as Sasha screams out in pain, she draws a black arrow, drawing a bead on Ozyrankhus!

"NOOO, NOOO!"

Quickly the princess touches her foot to the unconscious girls' arm, hoping to heal her before anyone else can strike. Uncertain as to what just befell the girl, Gelik turns to do the same.

Weakly, Lilyana struggles back to her feet, looking pale and shaky.

• Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. r59
  
• Inspire Courage: +2 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects (overlaps with Good Hope) and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls (stacks with Prayer and Good Hope).
  
• Prayer: +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks. r 15

  Next Up: Sasha, Darvesch, Priyya, Malandraenas, Isaac, Tyralor, Ozyrankhus, Aerys, Gelik, Alis, Lilyana, Lureene
  MAP: The Falcata, (Round 09d)

• A hp: 41 = 41/41
  .. Mage Armor 3et, See Invis 3:15md, Fly r 50
  
• k: 20 = 20/20
  
• D hp: 49 = 49/78
  .. Fly r 90, Air Bubble r 85, Protection from Evil r21, Divine Favor r 15
  .. Wis 14 = 14/18 (-2 penalty)
  
• I hp: 57 = 57/66
  .. Fly r 83
  
• L hp: 55 = 55/55
  .. Mage Armor 3et, Shield r 54, Blur 20% r55
  
• g: 41 = 41/41
  
• M hp: 82 = 82/82
  .. Ride the Waves 2:30et, Barkskin +3 2:45md
  
• P hp: 46 = 46/46
  .. Fly r43, Protection from Evil r20, Smite vs Ozzy: att +5, dmg +4
  
• T hp: 52 = 52/65
  .. Greater Luminous Armor 3et, Heroism 3:15md

• A hp: 58 = 58/58
  .. Barkskin +3 2:35md, Air Bubble r40
  
• G hp: 30 = 30/30
  .. Air Bubble r42
  
• L hp: -5 + 10 = 5/29
  
• N hp: 48 = 48/48
  .. Phantom Driver 3et, Water Walk 2:45md
  
• S hp: 62 - 13 = 49/62
  .. Air Bubble r41

Lureene's heart constricts in agony when she noticed Lady Lilyana drop.

What, did Darvesch not hear me? Or is he so controlled by his bloodlust it did not matter who else perished?

She puts the matter out of her mind for now, knowing Ozyrankhus is still a threat and needed to be dealt with. Realizing the spell would not function unless the dragon-mage was close enough, she screams to the others,

"Keep him surrounded! Do not let him get to the Falcata!!

I have to try to dispel that spell, else we will not be able to damage him!

She then casts her own spell at the dragon-mage, while offering a quick prayer to Lyria.

Cast Dispel Magic (targeted; Unwilling Shield)
Concentration check 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 2 + 1 = 20 GH, prayer
CL check 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 18 GH, prayer

With Gelik helping to steady her, holding her hand, Lilyana looks between Sasha and the mage-dragon... If they holy back for my sake... and improvises a bit...

"Siiing as you raaiise your booow,"

Sasha suddenly looks at her blinking thru blood.

"shoot straigh-ter than before!"

Frowning but giving a curt nod, the huntress raises her bow and fires twice, wounding him once in each wing. With a muffled curse, Gelik catches the girl as she blacks out again.

Next Up: Sasha, Darvesch, Priyya, Malandraenas, Isaac, Tyralor, Ozyrankhus, Aerys, Gelik, Alis, {Lilyana}, Lureene {dying}
MAP: The Falcata, (Round 10)

• Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. r59
  
• Inspire Courage: +2 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects (overlaps with Good Hope) and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls (stacks with Prayer and Good Hope).
  
• Prayer: +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks. r 15

• A hp: 41 = 41/41
  .. Mage Armor 3et, See Invis 3:15md, Fly r 50
  
• k: 20 = 20/20
  
• D hp: 49 = 49/78
  .. Fly r 90, Air Bubble r 85, Protection from Evil r21, Divine Favor r 15
  .. Wis 14 = 14/18 (-2 penalty)
  
• I hp: 57 = 57/66
  .. Fly r 83
  
• L hp: 55 = 55/55
  .. Mage Armor 3et, Shield r 54, Blur 20% r55
  
• g: 41 = 41/41
  
• M hp: 82 = 82/82
  .. Ride the Waves 2:30et, Barkskin +3 2:45md
  
• P hp: 46 = 46/46
  .. Fly r43, Protection from Evil r20, Smite vs Ozzy: att +5, dmg +4
  
• T hp: 52 = 52/65
  .. Greater Luminous Armor 3et, Heroism 3:15md

• A hp: 58 = 58/58
  .. Barkskin +3 2:35md, Air Bubble r40
  
• G hp: 30 = 30/30
  .. Air Bubble r42
  
• L hp: 5 - 13 = -8/29 dying
  
• N hp: 48 = 48/48
  .. Phantom Driver 3et, Water Walk 2:45md
  
• S hp: 49 = 49/62
  .. Air Bubble r41

When Lureene realizes her dispel has failed, she looks to Grak who hears the unspoken command. He flies like an arrow straight to the Princess!

"Misssstressss says mage has cast spell on Lily...move her away from himmmm!"

Fly (run) to G46.
Acrobatics 1d20 + 16 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 16 + 2 + 1 = 30 GH, prayer

"Dance in the daaark of night,"

Alis watches with hope as Priyya forgoes fighting and instead flies perilously close past Ozyrankhus, to land heavily next to the downed girl. Grak is not far behind her.

"sing to the mor-niiing Li-Iight!"

Upon hearing what Grak says, she nods looking around for some place safer.

It's the prow or nowhere at all...

Next Up: Sasha, Priyya, Darvesch, Malandraenas, Isaac, Tyralor, Ozyrankhus, Aerys, Gelik, Alis, {Lilyana}, Lureene {dying}
MAP: The Falcata, (Round 10b)

Terrified at seeing his sister drop after Darvesch attacked and the warning that Lady Lureene gave them, he couldn't help but feel hesitant on his action, he was able to put two and two together. Even if they were children of a general, Isaac wasn't ready to lose another family member if he could help it.
"Surround him and lets keep him away from the ship!! Do not strke this foul beast!!" He called to the people near him and flew towards Ozyrankhus.

Isaac will take a double move action to E55 to keep Ozzy from progressing further

"The apples tuuurn to brown and black, the tyyyrant's face is re-Ed."

With a growl of acknowledgement to his superior, the Lieutenant flies ahead, interposing himself between the mage-dragon and Isaac.

"Oooh war is the co-om-mon cry, Pick up you swords and FLYYY!"

Suddenly, there is a fast-approaching light from behind Ozyrankhus as Tyralor swoops high into the air and brings the flat of his blade crashing down across the back of the dragon's skull in a disconcerting blow that leaves the mage staggered, just barely aloft!

Next Up: Sasha, Priyya, Malandraenas, Isaac, Tyralor, Darvesch, Ozyrankhus, Aerys, Gelik, Alis, {Lilyana}, Lureene {dying}
MAP: The Falcata, (Round 10c)

• Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. r59
  
• Inspire Courage: +2 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects (overlaps with Good Hope) and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls (stacks with Prayer and Good Hope).
  
• Prayer: +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks. r 15

• A hp: 41 = 41/41
  .. Mage Armor 3et, See Invis 3:15md, Fly r 50
  
• k: 20 = 20/20
  
• D hp: 49 = 49/78
  .. Fly r 90, Air Bubble r 85, Protection from Evil r21, Divine Favor r 15
  .. Wis 14 = 14/18 (-2 penalty)
  
• I hp: 57 = 57/66
  .. Fly r 83
  
• L hp: 55 = 55/55
  .. Mage Armor 3et, Shield r 54, Blur 20% r55
  
• g: 41 = 41/41
  
• M hp: 82 = 82/82
  .. Ride the Waves 2:30et, Barkskin +3 2:45md
  
• P hp: 46 = 46/46
  .. Fly r43, Protection from Evil r20, Smite vs Ozzy: att +5, dmg +4
  
• T hp: 52 = 52/65
  .. Greater Luminous Armor 3et, Heroism 3:15md

• A hp: 58 = 58/58
  .. Barkskin +3 2:35md, Air Bubble r40
  
• G hp: 30 = 30/30
  .. Air Bubble r42
  
• L hp: -8 = -8/29 dying
  .. nonL 0 + 15 = 15/29
  
• N hp: 48 = 48/48
  .. Phantom Driver 3et, Water Walk 2:45md
  
• S hp: 49 = 49/62
  .. Air Bubble r41

Lureene sees Darvesch ready to strike the telling blow here, and she waves to him.

"Darv! He cast a spell on Lilyana which transfers some of your blows to her, but it has a limited range!! PLEASE strike a non-killing blow here!"

Like that would influence him? It's his cousin over there!

Mal growls in anger at the blonde's emotions clouding her ability to communicate and shouts, "HELLHAMMER, THE SPELL IS RANGE-BASED!"

Darvesch snaps out of his bloodlust and thinks for a brief moment, "What would Kahn do?"

He grins, "Thanks guys. That's all I needed." Then proceeds to yell "Everyone withdraw to the ship! I'll finish this!" And points to the ship.

He charges the dragon-mage with full force, and at the very last moment, twists his axe and bludgeons him at the base of his skull.

In the distance, Alis can see sparkss fly from Prince Tyralor's blade as he attempts to subdue Ozyrankhus.

"At last the suuun is shii-ning, the cloouuds of bluuee roll by,"

As the sparks from Tyralor's blade fade, she see's Darvesch follow-suit, his own axe wreathed in the flames of Kahn's righteous fury!

"With flaaames from the dragon of dark-ness, the sunlight blii-iinds his ee-eyeees! Oh-oh-oo-oo-oh-oh!"

With a loud groan, his injuries too much to bear, Ozyrankhus tumbles from the sky and crashes into the stormy seas below.

The moment the black-hearted mage drops, Alis drops her costly mandolin and along with Gelik and Priyya begin to cast curative spells on the unconscious girl.

Dammit, wake up Lily, wake UP!

• Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. r59
  
• Inspire Courage: +2 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects (overlaps with Good Hope) and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls (stacks with Prayer and Good Hope).
  
• Prayer: +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks. r 15

• A hp: 41 = 41/41
  .. Mage Armor 3et, See Invis 3:15md, Fly r 50
  
• k: 20 = 20/20
  
• D hp: 49 = 49/78
  .. Fly r 90, Air Bubble r 85, Protection from Evil r21, Divine Favor r 15
  .. Wis 14 = 14/18 (-2 penalty)
  
• I hp: 57 = 57/66
  .. Fly r 83
  
• L hp: 55 = 55/55
  .. Mage Armor 3et, Shield r 54, Blur 20% r55
  
• g: 41 = 41/41
  
• M hp: 82 = 82/82
  .. Ride the Waves 2:30et, Barkskin +3 2:45md
  
• P hp: 46 = 46/46
  .. Fly r43, Protection from Evil r20, Smite vs Ozzy: att +5, dmg +4
  
• T hp: 52 = 52/65
  .. Greater Luminous Armor 3et, Heroism 3:15md

• A hp: 58 = 58/58
  .. Barkskin +3 2:35md, Air Bubble r40
  
• G hp: 30 = 30/30
  .. Air Bubble r42
  
• L hp: -8 - 8 - 2 - 3 = -21/29 dead?
  .. nonL 15 + 14 = 29/29
  
• N hp: 48 = 48/48
  .. Phantom Driver 3et, Water Walk 2:45md
  
• S hp: 49 = 49/62
  .. Air Bubble r41

Breathing heavily, Mal holds out his hands, hovering near Darvesch. "Ship should be out of range in a few more seconds, Hellhammer. Major Hlokenar, SIR?!"

Turning around, Mal sees that Alis, Gelik, and Priyya are all bent over the young noblewoman, but even he can tell that something's terribly wrong.

"AAH!" Tyralor gives a groan of pain, the weight of the battle and the wages of his secret oath having taken their toll upon him mentally if not physically.

Sensing the tension in the air, he quickly claps Isaac on the shoulder and finally able to speak in the tongues of mortals again says, "Quickly, my valiant ally to the galley! That girl Lady Alis attempts to rouse, who is she?"

Lureene nods in satisfaction as the diabolic mage meets his just deserved end. Returning to the ship, she flies over and immediately looks to Lady Lilyana.

She looks to Alis and Priyya, a pleading look on her face and tears brimming in her eyes...yet unable to say what is clearly etched on her face.

Lady Lilyana...Oh NO!!

As the four warriors linger in mid-air for a moment, they hear a hissing, crumbling sound from below. Looking behind you, you see the black dragon's torn wings break-up and melt away in the water. The form shrinks back to that of Ozyrankhus only momentarily before even that form dissolves into a fine red mist and disappears into the wind and rain and waves.

All around you, the winds begin to lessen, and the rain begins to trail off...

Alis looks up to Lureene, still holding Lilyana's hand in her own, her eyes seeming more blue than violet at present. Lips pressed tight, she reaches up and takes hold of her friend's hand, saying nothing.

Isaac watches as Darvesch and his prince strike the beast into the murky depths below, his gaze turns towards the ship before everyone gather's around his sister. Eyes staring down at them, he can feel it in his heart, he has seen death before, it was never pretty. But the fact that his sister had been targeted for such an awful spell made his stomach turn.

Malandraenas words to catch his attention seem to fall upon deaf ears as he feels every fiber of his being freeze on him. The only thing pulling him from his daze is the prince once he claps him on the shoulder. "... My sister." is his only reply. He meant no disrespect towards the prince, but the thought of losing his sister so soon after losing his mother...

Landing on the ship finally, Isaac walk's towards where his sister lay and kneels down next to her, not able to say much or even look ay anyone else for the time being.

Frowning and finding herself short on words, Priyya nods respectfully to Isaac even as she gets out of the way. Nearby, Sasha looks like she wants to say something, but burning eyes and a single shake of her head keeps the huntress silent.

Gelik manages a weak smile of sympathy, and says, "My but she was brave, you– you would be proud..."

Unable to hold back his tears, he quickly gets out of the way and motions to Sasha. At least her wounds he could heal.

Theme: An Angel from the Sun (Lyrics)

"My friends, please! I assure you, this young woman, your sister," he puts he jostles Isaac's shoulder, "she is only resting."

In a flash of light, the prince's armor and fiery wings dissipate, and blow away on the wind. He seems to slump slight, as if their presence had exacted some toll upon him, but his countenance doesn't falter to grief.

Taking the soldier by the hand, he motions for Isaac to kneel with him by her side. Face gentle yet confident with no pretense of deception, he takes Lily's hand and places it within Isaac's cupping his hands around there.

"Please, call her name, she will answer you."

Isaac tears his gaze form his sister to look at his prince, all the pain in the world hidden in his eyes as the slightly taller man tried to offer kind words, and to Isaac; false hope. "My lord..." He says to him quietly as he kneels with him. He isn't sure what the prince is up too, and doesn't believe the prince would mock him in such a way.

Taking his sisters hand as the prince puts them together, the world around him seemed to melt away. Isaac takes a deep breath as he grips his sisters hand tighter, tears finally rolling down his face as he speaks "Lilyana... it's time to wake up now... the battle is over, I'm here to keep you safe."reminding her of a promise he had made to her when she was much younger.

As Isaac speaks his hopes, Prince Tyralor bows his head and closes his eyes. Slowly, a golden radiance seems to envelop the three before you realize that the dark skies have begun to part! There is still lightning and thunder in the distance, but it is receding, seemingly protesting the reassertion of the sun's dominance.

For several moments, an uncanny quiet seems to settle over the deck of the Falcata, the sound of rowers, of crying, and of surf and storm fading into absolution.

"Uunngh..."

The sound is almost imperceptible, but you hear it again and slightly louder. With a grimace and a moan of discomfort, Lady Hlokenar's eyes flutter open, and she looks up at all of you, blinking as if she had just started into a blinding light.

"Brother?" she whispers hesitantly.

"Isaac!" Suddenly wide awake, she reaches up with her other hand to brush his face. "What's wrong? Why are you kneeling here? What... have you been crying?"

Sitting up weakly with the help of the handsome prince, she throws her thin arms around her brother's neck and hugs him tightly, stroking his sandy-colored hair. "It's alright, brother, don't worry, everything is alright..."

Isaac at first thinks this is silly, not sure why he has to call out to his younger sibling till they are surrounded by a golden light. Taking a glance at the prince, he looks back down at his sister, trying to figure out what he's doing.

Though it's not long before it all unfolds and his sister whispers to him. A smile spreads across his face as more tears fall, unable to stop them at the moment. He has no words for her as she reaches up to brush tears away from his face, he takes her hand with his own and simply smiles at her.

Whatever the prince had done, he was forever thankful. Helping Lilyana sit up, he wraps his arms around her, holding her close to him, "I'm crying because I'm happy sister..." he tells her and puts his hand against her head, holding her as close as humanly possible."Everything will be alright." He places a kiss on her temple in a brotherly way and looks towards his prince.

"Thank you my lord... I am eternity grateful."

Darvesch stares at the water as Ozy dissolves, "What a way to go. Boiled away into nothingness." He looks to Mal, "Let's get out of here." And heads back toward the ship.

"Uugh," Mal's lip curls and he spits at the sea where the mage fell, "just as long as I don't have to swim in it. Yeah, let's get back, there's still those two pirate ships to deal with..."

He looks up as the rain stops and the sun breaks thru, basking the aft of the Falcata in its glow.

The hell sort of prayer did Priyya just say?

With a friendly, yet weary smile, Tyralor nods and answers simply, "There's no need, my friend. The battle-stained deck of a slave galley is a poor place for a young maiden to rest. You have my gratitude for your assistance. It would have been inapproprite for myself, a stranger, to come upon a beautiful young woman and rouse her where she lay."

Tyralor regains his feet and sighs with contentment looking out towards his own ship now less than 1000 yards distant. He then turns his gaze to the princess before him. "Regretfully, I was perhaps too deep in a mindset fit only for battle to truly, appreciate your lovely singing, my ladies. Yet I will say, even the melody of it roused the spirit."

He offers a white handkerchief to the princess to dry her eyes. "Verily it should instill great anticipation within me if I might think to be graced again with such harmony. Perhaps... after the percussive overture of the Zephrys' cannonade has reached its finale?"

As you listen, you can hear another type of thunder resounding from the cliffs. Yet this thunder is not that born of lightning, but rather the retort of cannons, dozens of them!

Looking west, you can see flashes of light and gouts of smoke curling up from the port side of the Zephrys!

"Well done, Nim," he whispers, "well done..."

Lureene watches the miracle performed by Prince Tyralor to restore Lady Lilyana back to life. Admittedly she was no religious expert but she was sure it would take a priestess of great power to perform such miracles, like Bishop Tredonia back in Valehaven.

Looking back over the water where the remains of the foul cabalist Ozyrankhus has vanished into the air, she takes a moment to reflect what the evil mage had said when the Prince had first appeared in the air flying towards them.

Ozyrankhus knew Prince Tyralor...I would bet my soul on that! I must find out more...

Once Isaac and Lilyana have expressed their sibling love for one another, she squeezes Alis' hand and whispers softly "I think we need to talk to Prince Tyralor for a moment....privately."

She then turns to the Prince, noting again how captivating he was, such a dashing figure he made. Focusing her mind on matters at hand though, she waves to get his attention.

"Prin...uhh...Tyralor, do you have a moment? There is something I think we need to discuss with you."

Alis accepts the proffered handkerchief with a slight curtsy and dabs at her eyes even if she was still rather damp from having rescued Darvesch and from the drizzling rains.

I had only heard legends of such a technique, but they were concerning saints and angels. Complex spells and expensive components are usually needed by mortal supplicants.

The princess returns the squeeze Lureene gave her hand and responds, "Perhaps the three of us should adjourn to the prow for a moment. There is a small deck there where we might speak openly."

The staccato rhythm of the cannons punctuate the battle-charged air as Tyralor turns his molten amber gaze from the pyrotechnic display issuing forth from the Zephrys toward the two women speaking. He seems somewhat preoccupied and though his countenance is outwardly warm and engaging it does not take much for both ladies to see a faint tightness about corners of his lips and a tightening of his jaw as he utters, "Very well, t'would be ill advised to keep two such formidable and fair maidens in suspense! No doubt my actions and abilities have given rise to many queries within your spirits. Shall we then?" With a smile directed at both and an inclination of his head, he offers a steadying arm with a sweeping flourish to both Alis and Lureene and makes his way to the prow.

Lureene accepts the proffered arm gracefully and allows the Prince to guide her and the Princess to a more private spot on the ship (well somewhat private, anyway). Once the trio have arrived at the prow, Lureene is silent for a moment as she watches the sea battle raging in front of them.

Just before it seems she would not say anything until the battle ended, she speaks up softly, not looking directly at him and her voice pitched so only the three of them could hear it.

"I know not the agonies you are enduring right now, and the cause of them is not important right now. When I was conversing with Ozyrankhus, and we both observed you approaching, he commented to me he recognized who you were."

She then turns to look directly into his eyes, a look of confusion mixed with concern, "Have you had dealings with Ozyrankhus before? I ask because he also recognized who Alis and I are during our battle!"

Seeing her distress, Tyralor's eyes find her own, their gaze kind and forthright as he places his hand upon her forearm in a gesture of comfort and reassurance. His surprisingly gentle touch seems to emanate a soothing warmth upon her skin as his rich voice reaches her ears.

"Dealings? Hmmm...I suppose one might call it that."A dolorous look appears in his eyes briefly as he turns to regard the princess with intent,"Until today I had not met Ozyrankhus personally though his own arts and the machinations of the cabal to which he has pledged himself have had long lasting effects upon myself and my family. He is a member The Ruby Coil, if you are not already aware, which has long sought to destroy or corrupt the influence of the elvish monarchy. Their foul hand had already touched my family before I was ever born. That is how he knew my countenance and no doubt other sources had revealed your whereabouts somehow."

The wind tousles his brazen tresses about his face in a dance akin to flame as he continues, "They are insidious in their dealings and have emissaries, minions and messengers witting or unwitting secreted into many strategic places...not all of whom can be seen or so blatantly identified. I can only guess that they must have abducted the Hlokenar's for the purpose of bringing you out into the open."

He turns his gaze out to the dragon's watery grave his expression wary and thoughtful,"The stain of Ozyrankhus's foul touch is not so easily removed. Wisdom and experience with his sort tell me that we are not entirely finished dealing with him. He is a zealous being and will most assuredly return to finish his task... though perhaps not in the manner you have already witnessed."

Looking to the battle in the sea beyond while a fire rages within his eyes he utters, "When I looked through my spyglass from the Zephyrs, I identified him from his robes and my mother, Karayan's description of him for his face is quite vividly etched into her mind from an event that occurred before I was born."

He pauses, his brow furrowed as he turns to Alis,"I think it is best that you and I speak privately regarding the rest."

A rueful but with sincere smile appears as he adds gently, "Do forgive me, Lureene but I fear discretion must be used in this instance."

Lureene listens to the tale told by Prince Tyralor without comment, a serious look on her face. When he has finished and made his request for privacy, she nods and inclines her head while giving the dashing man a reassuring smile.

"No need to beg forgiveness from me, Tyralor. I appreciate your candor in this matter and rest assured I will not breath of this to anyone else. Now, I will leave you two to discuss matters further." She then turns to leave but just before she steps on the catwalk, she turns back to look at him. "Thank you for assisting us. You saved my life and everyone I care about. I owe you a great debt, Tyralor."

She then leaves the Prince and Princess alone on the prow, and returns to the aft castle.

Tyralor regards her with kindness and responds with a twinkle in his eyes,"No need to thank me dear lady! I would do the same for you ten thousand times over should you have the need and expect naught in return save the chance to see once more the beauty of such a gracious smile." As she turns to leave that he bows slightly in acknowledgement and returns his gaze to Alis.

Although neither Lureene nor Tyralor notice, Alis rolls her eyes a bit as the prince goes on about Lureene's smile.

Rath, Suny, Straehan, Sasha, possibly Gelik... Someone's going to need a bigger bed I suppose.

She notes how tall Tyralor is. Or at least a longer one...

Giving a small wave and a slight smile, Alis says, "Thank you Lureene. Can you please see if Darvesch and Mal found anything?"

Once the succubus is out of earshot, the princess comments, "I believe this marks the fourth encounter we have had with the Ruby Coil and their lackeys. First an assassination attempt in Valehaven, then an attempted kidnapping in Dunwaar. The third was a turf-war in Light's End where one of their assassins actually saved us from a rival cult, and now?" She indicates the Falcata with her hand. "Here."

"Actually, she reconsiders, "you might call it six. That officer whose sister you saved? His father is General Aurvandur Hlokenar, command of my forces in Dafar, and Isaac has been serving as the martial ruler of Port Eldarion in the absence of a governor. The woman he described as his abductor wore the same red, wasp-like cuirboilli as the last two assassins we encountered."

She nods towards Red Mountain in the distance, "And I think it fair to say that destroying the proxy of the arch-demoness the Order of the Wasp revere might count for something... In fact, I wonder if that's what led to this Ozyrankhus' appearance."

Looking westward toward the Zephrys, which had now moved out of the channel and was unloading her fresh starboard battery, Alis asked, "There was something more my lord wished to tell me in confidence, correct?"

As the Falcata draws up alongside the Zephrys, shielded by the mighty vessel on the starboard side, Alis helps the tall prince back to his feet.

"It sounds like the cannon fire has ceased, and Aerys has called for a full-stop. Let's see what news your Lieutenant has for us, shall we?"

LK Calendar: Uniens 18, 4210 — Starsday (day 14)
Time: 2:30md (midday, 2:30pm)

The battle between the Zephrys and the two approaching warships had been ended before it even started. When the lead ship refused to yield and identify itself, Captain Namrath ordered a warning shot fired across her bow. When that was met with signs of ballistae and catapults being armed, they proceeded to unleash hell, destroying sails, and siege engines in the process.

The other ship, able to see that it was outmatched, turned hard to port and and fled, bearing several scars by which to remember the power of Aramol's naval superiority.

Now, nearly half-an-hour past the battle for the Falcata, Alis' two ships, the Lancer and the Harrier, had captured the Freebooter ship, Avenger, after a short but bloody boarding action.

After checking with Mal and Darvesch to verify the foul mage Ozyrankhus did not leave any physical body behind, I wonder if there is any way to prevent such a transformation... Lureene turns her attention to the pirate prisoners onboard the Falcata. Motioning Isaac to assist her after he told her of his magical detection abilities, the two of them proceed to check the pirate corpses for any valuable items they were carrying, including those with magical auras.

Once finished with that, they will see about searching both the Captain's private cabin and also Ozyrankhus' quarters, if he had his own.

Mal shakes his head as Lureene, Sasha, Gelik, Darvesch, and he search the Falcata for anything noteworthy. Beneath the forward deck, there were a number of hammocks and broken trunks from where the sailors must have taken their rest. On one side, there was a more sturdy lock-box that must have belonged to the captain which was severely dented but not yet opened, a broken key jamming the lock.

At Lureene's questions about Ozyrankhus, Mal answers, "Nope, the mage went and dissolved into a red mist just like that assassin back in Dunwaar. Only difference is, there weren't any robes or gear left behind."

Stooping over the mutilated remains of 'The Beard', the pirate captain Darvesch had defeated, the big hunter comments, "Boots, half his teeth, pants," he nods toward a slave grinning about the tricorn hat he's wearing, "his hat... Looks like they grabbed their own spoils when Priyya freed them. You notice if he had anything worthwhile, Hellhammer?"

Darvesch ponders a moment and says, "Now that I think of it, he had a belt buckle that I admired. He had some other things too, I can't recall all of it. A necklace, maybe? I was busy trying to kill him, so I can't recall most of it." He shrugs. "I had planned on donating his stuff to the Lightbringers, so they might be able to repurpose the items and put them to use. Or, at least they could sell it and feed and equip their troops." Darvesch looks to nobody in particular, "Where's the nearest bed? I need to lay down for a little bit." He yawns.

Lureene thinks for a moment. "Well, while I don't mind these former slaves getting some shares of the loot, we should make sure any valuable items are given over to Princess Alis. Again, we should let her make the call here as to the reparations they deserve."

On Darvesch's reply, she nods in agreement. "I think that is a good idea, Darv." She points out the lockbox, which was still safely unopened. "Hmmm, I'll bet the Lightbringers could use whatever is in here as well, maybe the Major could help us open this box?"

"Oh, well they look pretty tired from all that rowing, we could probably just take what we want you know."

"As convenient as that would be for you, Sasha, I agree with El. It should be up to the Princess to decide what should be done." He says gruffly.

"Darvesch has a point, Sasha. At any rate, we should have a good bit of coin with which to compensate them I would imagine. There is that chest back in the lighthouse not to mention–"

"OOOH!" Sasha suddenly grabs Lureene by the arm, nearly knocking Gelik over as she shakes the succubus with excitement. "We almost forgot about all those chests we pulled out of that hole the other day! We still need to see what's in those, right?"

Lureene smiles in response to the exciteable ranger, "Yes, Sash I have not forgotten about those chests we recovered the other day. I imagine there is quite a bit of treasure in those chests. I think we should wait until we are underway before we open them."

I really don't think I want all of these ex-slaves getting any ideas...which reminds me...

She starts to examine all of the slaves in the slave pits looking for any magical auras. Cast Detect Magic.