In the heat, Aramis has wisely opted to shed her heavy leather coat, wearing her loose off-white blouse without its usual waist cincher. Instead, she has fastened her gun belt around her narrow waist (as opposed to her narrow hips), and the subsequent heightening of her rapier and sidearm appears to be a source of some frustration.
The opportunity for cold beer and a game to take her kind off things sounds like a godsend. "Well, tha' sounds a mighty temptin' offer. I'll follow ye."
Amos' dress remains unchanged. His wide brimmed hat offers some shade, and his salt encrusted trench coat sits comfortably on his shoulders.
He chuckles slightly at people calling it hot.
You people can't mean today! This is the first nice day I've seen in months!
"Sounds like a plan!" the dwarf grins in his oddly misshapen way.
"We need a bit a relaxin'!" And so it's at that point that the dwarf focuses on getting everyone to this bit of enjoyment.
Looking doubtfully at Amos, "Maybe you think it's nice, but you don't have a full body of fur either."
Fair point. Now, let's go have some fun!
"No sense sitting around here and waiting to get on the ship. May as well enjoy ourselves!" Doc added with a shrug and a chuckle. "I'm with you on the heat Indrana, this weather's nearly enough to cook a man, and I'd prefer to keep all of me as rare as possible. Nothing a cool drink won't cure though!"
The workers lead the group to the nearby boathouse, where another member is setting up the NINE pins. Clearly they practice quite a bit, because they are very good. After a few games, one of the workers goes over to a line that is running out into the nearby water.
As he begins pulling on the rope to reel in the keg and he is quickly taken aback as the rope begins to pull back. A nearby woman reaches out to grab the rope as well, but is too late and the man is ripped into the water and her grip on the rope isn't enough to take her away, but is enough to rip her hands up, leaving her a mess.
A loud scream, followed by thrashing is heard from the water and it seems he is not very deep, but he is not alone.
Thrashing continues...
Fury UP FIRST!
Seeing something that appears to be attacking the man, Indrana doesn't hesitate to attack it.
After her spell goes off, she moves back from the fighting.
Amos whistles with his fingers and preps his gun with experienced fluidity. His call is heard and Bullet is quick to answer. Amos levels his weapon at the water and waits for his faithful steed.
Diabolito books it towards the water, leaping in and taking shark form immediately, knowing it is his best bet for watery combat.
Maera gets to her feet, and seeing Diabolito quite literally leap into action, she orders, "Get back, folks, and mind the Shark-King! Remember, he be on our side."
She will move towards the waters edge, and begins a bard song just in case.
"Can't see a damned thing with 'im thrashin' like tha'," Aramis mutters darkly, drawing and prepping her musket anyway.
The creature had not been trying to hide, it was on the attack. A long, snakelike creature with the face of a person attempts to finish the worker that it had grabbed.
Indrana easily spots the creature and launches the acidic bolt towards it. It stops it's assault on the worker.
The head pops out of the water, just in time for Amos's bullet to tear into it.
Doc watches the creature for a moment, trying to size it up. After a few seconds of observing it he digs out his vial of mutagen and downs it. He had revised his extract to strengthen his blows after the encounter in the caves, and he immediately felt his muscles begin to bulk up.
Doc draws his daggers and begins to move toward the creature. "Come on Diabolito, lets see if we can cut this thing down to size!" he said with a grin.
A string of colourful curses spills from the captain's lips as the pulling of the trigger is accompanied by a telltale wet click, rather than the delightful loud blast she'd been expecting. Damned powder must've gotten wet when the thing splashed about. She takes a moment to quickly clear the barrel, cursing the performance of her firearm when she'd just spent so much time working on it.
"Leave some fer me, lads!" she calls warningly. "Been meanin' ta try tha upgrades on a movin' target!"
The watery terror rushes through the waves to attack this nasty creature, having no clue about its abilities but not really caring about more than saving his friend. The teeth glow red as the dwarf attacks this creature.
The shark-dwarf grins as the naga is now missing a seriously large chunk of flesh.
The creature reels itself out of the water and immediately whispers a few guttural words and clearly has cast some sort of spell.
Bullet arrives as Diabolito charges, only to get a taste of a bite from the snake on his way in.
DC: 17 Fort Save vs. Poison, please.
After the bite, the creature takes the blow from Diabolito and roars with pain as the axe bites back. It seemed that his move in was enough to keep the creature from striking Cassius, who failed to land his own blow.
Seeing the creature cast a spell and recognizing it, Indrana shouts out, "It just cast a shielding spell, don't use any magic missiles." Knowing her second spell will not be effective, she casts another acid arrow.
Amos tries to mount quickly, but misses the stirrup the first time. He still mounts, however, and urges Bullet into the water while commanding something in another language. The horse obediently dives. As soon as they hit the water, the horse transforms. It grows a fishes tail and fins. Webbed flippers replace his front hooves. Amos holds his gun high to keep it away from the water. Bullet doesn't dive, but he does circle the commotion.
Weaving a spell into her bard song, Maera will attempt to see if the naga is as susceptible to strange fits of humor as the devilfish.
The creature is hit with the spell, but just manages a grin before shaking it off.
The ship's medic moves forward a quick step and draws both of his daggers, taking a quick pair of slashes at the naga.
Doc's first blade cuts deep, though the second one doesn't land just yet.
The creature looks between the enemies near her and makes another attack on the sharp biting dwarf, biting at him and barely making it through the dwarf's guard.
DC 17 Fort again!
After sinking it's teeth in, the creature follows up, with it's tail flicking out of the water and striking at the dwarf...
...but it didn't quite strike him.
The creature then takes a quick flickering movement back
Amos aims carefully. As soon as the for exits melee range, his pistol spits smoke and pain, but it's just a glancing hit.
The creature glares at Amos, as a nick appears below it's eye.
Seeing she has had good luck with the acid so far, Indrana chants and fire off another arrow of acid at the naga.
Cassius's cutlass finds purchase and slashes under the humanoid face. The blade does it'say duty and puts an end to the creature, ending it's assault as it slumps in tt o the water.
Maera pauses a couple of seconds, waiting to be certain that the threat has ended before her voice stills. With no more combatants, she gives a low whistle of appreciation, quite pleased with how professional their new additions proved themselves. "Well done," she smiles, before speaking to the crowd at large. "Everyone all right up here?"
Assuming they are she will quickly go in search of the man that the naga pulled under, hoping to find him still whole and alive.
Amos is under water first. As soon as the monster falls, he holsters his pistol and puts his heels to Bullet who dives. He rides under water, seeking the snatched man.
The shark Druid slips back at the very last moment from the teeth of the creature, the predatory gleam in his eye giving him just the necessary purchase to keep from a second stinging bite. The shark rises above the waterline, shaking the pieces of naga from his teeth, but there are obvious gashes in his own hide to evidence this fearsome battle.
Maera dives under the water after checking above deck, to find Amos scooping up the dockworker and bringing him to the surface. With a few ministrations from Doc, the man is breathing air again and it is clear that everyone has survived, though Diabolito did get one heavy strike that left him worse for wear, everyone is ultimately fine.
While the commotion was going on, one of the workers had run off to find Rickety. After everything begins to get settled down and Doc is working on Diabolito's wounds, dressing them and making sure the dwarf was not poisoned, Rickety comes walking up, shaking his head. "A damned naga attacked my people?!?" he says balking, but he can see that the workers have dragged the now headless creature up onto the bank (After they beheaded it) and had left the huge body laying out in the sun. Shaking his head, "I'll be damned. I'm shocked, I tell ya. Thank ye fer savin' my friend over there," he says with a nod to the dockworker who had nearly been taken. "I'll cut ya a deal. Five hundred off the cost o' yer squib." With that, he turns and walks away, quick to get back to work.
Looking at the corpse of the naga, "Hmmmm, that could be tasty if cooked right." She shudders almost immediately, "But I don't think I want to eat what may have been an intelligent creature." She looks to her shipmates, "Is everyone alright?"
After being sewn up by their faithful sawbones, the dwarf chuckles, the motion barely making even his eye twitch despite the deep gash in his rough hide.
"I think I took the worst a' it, but I'm fine." The dwarf nods to his healing friend in thanks and stands, getting his legs under him again.
"It'll take more'n tha to take meh below. What was somein' like that doin' round here, I wonda."
Walking over to the nasty sea monstrosity, he puts a foot on the body and poses somewhat heroically. Well, for a dwarf, that is.
Aramis mutters and grumbles as she finishes clearing her musket and stows it. "Told tha lot o' ye ta leave somethin' fer me ta shoot," she mutters darkly, annoyed at the misfire and subsequent missing of opportunity. Sighing, she claps Diabolito on the shoulder, shaking him a little. "Good job takin' tha' thing," she grins. "An' tha' was a good trick. When'd ye learn tha'?"
"Well, lass, ya gotta leave some for'n the rest a'us." The dwarf grins and clasps the Captain's shoulder.
"Lass, ya forget that I'm a faithful of Nature. Gozreh, ol' Salt and Sea, gave me the blessin' of rep'senting his most fearsome. Grandda usedta fly as a bird. Most dang'rous scout anyone e'r knew. Me? Well, I suspect that you'll be a seein' larger and more dang'rous watery beasts from me."