The dwarf grins, the wound sucking shut on his chest as takes a step back, his arms flexing and dripping ephemeral water that foams up at his fingertips. He touches the fingers to his chest, and the bruising and cuts from the wind grow less noticeable.
"Aye, Lass! Gozreh ain't ready for my hide yet!"
Amos takes a few steps to the side and let's his pistol at the door. We are about to be buried in Chellish Marines. Mr. Rain, Lead the way.
"Behind her, lad. Likely what we need is back there!"
With the initial threat dealt with Indrana realizes keeping the stairs open is the best thing she can do at the moment and so keeps a lookout for approaching sailors.
Cassius rushes forward to cover for Diabolito and seeing the opportunity, he begins slashing at the cables.
And with that sound strike, the cord looks about to snap.
Looking panicked, hearing the gunfire, the woman hurls torrents of forced air at Cassius and then takes off further into the ship, clearly feeling outmatched.
But in her rush, she fails to hit him with any sort of concentrated effort.
The group can hear quite a lot of ruckus coming from deeper in the ship. It is clearly alerted to them.
Heroes up
The dwarf tears the gear and weaponry from the felled man.
"Let's cut that line and get out of here! Give me a hand in getting this guy's gear off. We may need it."
Amos dashes past 'ol Salty and messes with his travelers any-tool as he follows Mr. Rain. Soon enough he has a cutting edge formed and goes to work on the weakened rope.
Amos rips right through the remainder of the rope.
Got it! Time to leave! Amos announces.
"Ah, hell, grab 'im an' let's go!" Aramis growls to Diabolito, standing in position to cover everyone's escape.
The dwarf grabs the big man and heads for the stairs.
"Time for you lads and lasses to see a real shark in the water!"
"Let's go then." She casts a spell quickly and grows webbing between her fingers and toes and then heads for the side of the ship.
Amos draws his second pistol as he moves for the exit. He points both barrels in the direction of the enemy and takes up the rear guard.
Everybody go! We are leaving. Aramis, Bullet will find you. Go!
"Oh, no. I ain't gettin' back on tha' thing without ye, lad." Aramis squeezes Amos' shoulder firmly. "So ye'd best be gettin' after me real quick." With that, she turns and heads topside, her plundered coat flapping behind her in her haste.
"Rawwwk! Follow me!" Rotgut squawks from above.
As they make their exits, Maera will take up the rear-guard, prepared to cover their escape with the myriad of tricks she has available.
Thus Amos finds himself standing shoulder to shoulder with the other active captain on the mission and waiting for the others to jump. He would make sure she made it off first, of course, even if he had to push her. Loosing captains was bad for morale. Loosing Master Gunners... not so much.
Maera dodges Amos's gesture nimbly, and shoots him a cool look. "If it's man-handlin' I wanted, I would have asked for it," she upbraids him with a brusque click of her tongue, and begins to swing her legs over the rail.
Nothin' manly about it, Captain. Just trying to be sure you made it back. Amos admits.
"And I be tryin' to make sure you all do. 'Captain goes down with the ship,' eh?" she replies, with the idiom that ultimately the ship and its crew were a captain's responsibility, though with considerably less rancor. He wasn't with them for the Wormwood, after all. He's hardly aware of the scope of her abilities, or that she's tougher than her delicate appearance would belie. She adds, more gently, "I know what I can and can't handle, and I know my own mind. Nobility's a fine gesture an' all, and has its place, but we may not always have the luxury of its dance - Sometimes you may have to let the lady lead."
She nods slightly to where Bullet, and Aramis, should be waiting for him to make their escape, but doesn't elaborate on it. Next chance she gets she'll dive overboard.
"Let's quite bickering and just go already!" With that Indrana jumps off and dives into the water as soon as she can.
Amos sighs. Several retorts spring to mind, but now was not the time.
"Amos, lad, she's fine. It's me an' this horse ye gotta worry 'bout!" Aramis calls from below, desperately trying not to fall off Bullet.
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The crew of The Dominator were ill-prepared to see the boarders leap off the side of the ship, and by the time they got a chance to react...it was too late. Fury was out to sea and the large ship which could have easily overtaken them could not quite handle it. Cassius managed to snag a hold of Diabolito's fin, while Amos took care of getting Aramis to safety after shooting a pair of rungs out of the wheel of the Chelish ship. Maera and Indrana took care of themselves and it wasn't long before they were being hauled up by Sandara and the rest of the crew.
Sandara gave a wry smile upon the wet cry being pulled on board and chuckled, "It seems we had her smiling on us this day. I was worried for a bit..."
potion of fox’s cunning
masterwork full plate
+1 battleaxe
cloak of resistance +1
Chelish naval officer’s gold-embroidered sash, epaulets, and bicorne hat (worth 350 gp total)
The most important thing...DUN DUN DUN....
Proceed to LEVEL 5
Whistling tunelessly, Aramis tries on the hat, and holds one of the epaulets up to the shoulder of her coat. "Well, what d'ye think?" she asks, grinning broadly at Maera, then Amos. "Did ye see tha way 'is 'ead blew out?" she chuckles weakly, her grin shrinking by a molar or two. "Man, reminds me a' tha day we took Fury," she sighs, leaning against the wheel and staring out to sea. "'Ow long's it been, anyway? All tha days seem ta run together."
"Perfect," she replies. "One day we shall have to take and keep a Chellish ship to match it."
Maera watches the progress of their escape, comforted that the Man o' War is growing rapidly in the distance. "If I had to guess I'd say we'd been at sea for roughly a fortnight now."
"Now THAT sounds like a serious plan," the dwarf just chuckles and rubs his hands together.
"Glad I managed to get this guy dragged off the ship."
Soaking of blowing out, Aramis, we need to design a good way to dump or dowse our powder in case of fire below decks. If flames were to get at those barrels of black below... He leaves the results to the gunslinger's imagination.
Having made it back to the ship and on board once more Indrana spoke a few words and gestured, the water streaming from her fur and onto the deck near the rail so it would quickly drain away. She looked around at everyone and said, "Well, that's better, I'm glad we got out of there in one piece." When Maura comes up and bats her head against Indrana's leg the tiefling quickly knelt and picked her up, stroking the creature's fur gently.
A few nights pass. One filled with celebration thanks to Maera's quick use of her spells and music.
A ship suddenly comes into view, sailing across the setting sun. The glaring light behind it makes the details of the ship difficult to make out, but its lines suggest a whaler riding low in the water. As the last light of day disappears below the horizon, the distant ship also drops from sight in the gloom of twilight.
"Only two weeks?" Aramis sighs wistfully. "Two weeks, an' look 'ow far we've come, lass." The mention of taking a Chelish ship draws a short, barking laugh from her; her usual broad grin returns, and she claps her fellow captains hardily on the shoulders. "Aye, now there's a plan!" she laughs. "An' Whiskers, ye done good, but try ta not chew 'em up so much next time, eh?" she winks.
At Amos' suggestion, she sighs. "Ye're right, lad. If'n any spark gets ta tha' powder, the 'ole damn ship's like ta go up in flame." Shaking her head, she crosses to him, squeezes his shoulder once, and heads belowdecks. "Let's see what we can do about tha', then..."
"We're bein' followed," Aramis mutters, pulling apart a hard biscuit and passing half up to Rotgut, currently perched on her bicorne. "Tha', or this is a particularly good spot fer whalin'."
Indrana looked at the wailer as Aramis mentioned it, "That is odd, I wouldn't think this area would be good for wailing, I'd think the water was too shallow." She notices how quickly the ship disappears and says, "That was fast, oh well, maybe it was further off than it looked."
"Can't guarantee there, Cap'n. They was Devils, after all." the dwarf just grins and smiles at the new axe at his side.
"They do have nice weapons though."
"Ain't it a bit far south for whalin'?" the dwarf remarks, his brow creasing.
"You think it be sahaugin again? We've tangled with them twice already. They could be tryin' to keep tabs on us. See if we're weak enough for a revenge strike." she asks, frowning heavily in thought.
"I can't imagine those uglies pilotin' a ship. They've just been hiding on them. Never looking more than jus' a dead fish."
I'm doubling the watch and dousing the lanterns. We can use the practice in dark weather drills. And it'll make us harder to follow.
The dwarf stays quiet, looking out over the railing. The first thing that genuinely has him stumped. Such a strange thing.
The dwarf leans on the railing, it now about eye level as he speaks again.
"We should double up the watch. For all we know, it could even be a Devil's trap." Diabolito shakes his head in disgust.
Indrana finds herself nodding, "I agree, doubling up the watch is wise, at least for now."
"At this moment, I believe we are being cautious and letting Ol' Bes give us a heading..."