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"Oh ha, ha." Corvus looks to the seas. "Just don't eat me. Looking at you, Gryndle." He looks to the ship. "S.S. Renlock? I like the sound of it."
This adventure was a lot of fun. Thanks for putting up with my tiny Sprite, everyone. Thanks for running it, GM!
"Thank you, Captain." Corvus waits. "For everything." "Come on, Cawlo. We have so many places to sail to. One of these days I'm going to find the Storm that blew me away. Home." "Everyone, thank you. We have a lot to do."
"Okay, bludgeoning, right?" Corvus focuses. "Gozreh! Please grant life to the rocks and the dirt, so we may destroy this obstacle!" He casts Summon Elemental to summon an Earth Mephit
The mephit laughs. "Bashin' and smashin'. That's what I do best!" It takes a deep breath and unleashes a torrent of rocks. The rocks deal bludgeoning damage to the skeleton. The mephit cannot breathe again for rounds.
"Hmpf. Naturally everything's resistant to fire out here."
"Captain?" Corvus calls out just as the skeleton rises. "Maybe this is a chance at repentance. But I am going to light you up." "May the winds part the clouds long enough for this ray of light to destroy my foes!" Corvus winds up and unleashes Searing Light upon the enemy!
"No time to think- time for some action." Corvus ducks behind a pillar. "S.B., do you think this thing is weak to fire? Or at least isn't immune? My instincts kind of backfired the last time."
"Beautiful... reminds me of..." Corvus marvels upon the display and the images. "Well, it feels like home." He asserts. "All this time I thought the captain had big plans. But this is way better than a treasure hoard." He flutters about the ground and looks around the statues. "I'll be honest, I never knew the Captain had it in him. He had... big plans. I hope they are the right plans." He moves up to the entryway. "Let's see what's beyond here." He creeps up to the door, tiny club in hand.
"It's a bit stronger than my fist." Corvus holds onto the mace. "But it will do for now." The withered monkey's paw twists as weapons are shoved around and curls up a bit. He shudders and moves on. "Huh. Seems like we need to figure out which coin goes where."
"It says we shouldn't take spears or blades." Corvus looks at the cache of tiny weapons. "No sea faring traveler would carry a blunt weapon like a club, or a gaff. I think we can easily take the blunt weapons with us." With that, Corvus looks through the collection to find a small blunt weapon. More like a toothpick to the others, but it would be invaluable to him.
Corvus scans the weapons on the wall. "I never knew the Captain kept all of this. Something tells me we'll need to use these to unlock the door to the south." He reads the sign. "Anyone has a good idea?"
"Is everyone alright?" Corvus flutters to the pond and sits down at its edge, near the statue of Gozreh. "I can heal you if you need the help." He
Medicine checks:
Once that's done (or someone else offers to heal), Corvus rests his feet into the pond, stares intently at the statue. The breeze flows in from above, and his wings flap to and fro. He lifts himself, briefly, before gently flowing back down. Not yet Corvus. But soon you'll get your wings back for real.
He catches up to the rest of the party as they reach the split. "Those weapons are a little too big for me- I'm not as strong as I look- so I'd rather focus on the door to the south."
Corvus knows when he's attracted too much attention. The beast smells less of a medicine cabinet and more like mineral water. Corvus takes a knee and lets the water blast overhead. "Alright, let's see what you're made of." He loosens another Ray of Frost and lets it fire point-blank.
He then throws his dagger at the waterfall.
"I'm glad to share, but don't let me hog all the fun, fellas!" He flexes his wings.
"Hmpf. What... is this thing?" Corvus watches it shudder some more from the lightning bottle.
"Sorry ants, we tried not to get you in this mess." He takes a moment before turning back to the elemental. SB's tiny bottle of lightning did that, but Corvus's fiery fists did nothing? Corvus must have been misinformed. So he instead fires a Ray of Frost at the ethanolfall, to see how it reacts.
Corvus picks a splinter of wood from his Necklace of Knives and it forms into a wooden dagger.
"Hey, leave Axutain alone!" Corvus flutters after the lizardman, and loosens a Tempest Surge after the Pink-Tinted ant.
"Oh Gozreh! Please grant Haste upon Gryndle so he may help pass your test of alcohol, or whatever this is." Corvus reaches out and taps Gryndle by the webbed toe. He then fires a bolt of flame at the ant harassing Axutain. Silly bugger, you're supposed to go after the living wave."
"Huh. I thought fire would work." Corvus ponders as the flames poof. "It's not a water elemental, it's made of ethanol. I'll skip the chemistry lesson and say fire works well and thunder doesn't." He turns to Axutain. "Watch out for that poison stinger!"
"Ah, the fickleness of Gozreh strikes again." Corvus takes a moment to recall knowledge on the living wave and the ants. Recall Ants:
Recall Waterfall:
"I don't have time to calm those ants down. Let's see if I can burn this offering down." He flicks a spark of flame at the wave.
Religion:
"Hmm, maybe some thunder would help?" He looks to his friends and prepares to cast Tempest Surge on it.
Gozreh. Of course. Corvus checks the statue. Not too bad. He spent so much time reading the texts of Gozreh in prison. And he worships the storms anyway. What's the best thing to sacrifice, here? Some herbs, some tiny vermin, or maybe he can send a spark of lightning at the statue? Religion check:
Nature continues to surprise and amaze me. Corvus watches the ants crawl away. He's glad they didn't have to fight. Too much fighting already. That basin reminded him of one of the few books he was allowed to read while in prison. Maybe a sign? Maybe someone dedicated lived here.
Religion check:
Corvus focuses and holds his light inward, turning off his light source. He nods and Follows the Expert, Axutain. Gryndle could swim and pull me under, and Axutain could eat slurp me up, quiet as the night...
Man, these two will eat anything. I bet Gryndle's eaten rocks before. Corvus buzzes ahead.
"Yeah, you better run!" Corvus puffs his chest as the snake flees. "Poisonous creatures, they love snapping from afar and eating things my size." He flutters to the cave entrance, landing occasionally to walk across the sand and give his wings a break. He pauses and flexes his back before giving up. He calls upon the wind to give him the power of the winds to speed him up for the chunk of the day. He keeps his light burning as they enter the cave. "Well then. Shall we?"
"Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes?" Corvus shudders.
He tries to recall information about the snakes. Especially if they're poisonous or if they have any particular vulnerabilities. He flutters to the stern of the ship and pulls a bit of light from his glowing form. The light bursts into flame as he aims at the viper threatening Gryndle. "Hungry? Eat this and leave us alone."
"That bird gave me this. Told me it might be useful." Corvus shrugs and rolls it back up. "One of you should hold onto it. It's a lot easier on you than me." He flies over to the wheel, inspects the mark on it and heeds S.B.'s words. "S.B., I like your plan. Turn the wheel North, South, Northeast and then East again. With the tide, against the tide, with the tide and against the tide again. Can you spin it? I would, but..." He wraps his arm around one of the spokes. "Hard to control."
"Follow my dream... follow my dream? Oh!" Corvus pulls up his shirt to reveal a scrap of paper. He unfurls it across the deck and uses a piece of wood to hold it down. He reads the message on the bottom. Begin your journey going with the tide, then against, with and finally against. "Alright. So the tide is going..." Corvus tries to make sense of the directions.
"Thank you kindly, Axutain. But I wouldn't be great crewman if I couldn't handle this swim." He keeps swimming. "But I will take a hand to climb on board." Corvus looks around the ship and relaxes for a moment. That's the nook where he slept when he didn't want to be bothered. There's the spot that is still soaked with rosemary oil and reminds him of home. There's the Captain's wheel, with lots of shouting. Did Captain Renlock shout at him from here? Corvus is ready to check out the remains of the crow's nest when Cawlo opens its mechanical beak again. "That bird..." He gives chase, at least to shut it up. "What is it, Cawlo? We're here, now."
As he swims you can hear him humming an ominous tune, *dun duuuuun, duuuuun dun, dun na du na* I hate when he does that song and swims under me! Corvus shudders.
"Ah, there's Cawlo." Corvus stands up and marches across the sand. He flutters his wings occasionally to get a little bit of lift. "Time for a swim."
Captain Renlock always said "Corvus, you're small, but that doesn't mean you get small duties." And Corvus knew he had to do everything he could to keep up with every one else. Even if his wings didn't work the way they used to. Swimming is a lot harder when you're the size of a boot. But he did learn to not sink like one.
"Did you know the Andorans have an enclosure just for tiny folk like yours truly?" Corvus gazes over the sea. "A hole on the side I couldn't see out of, just enough for fresh air. Sometimes they'd slip in some nuts, but usually they'd knock on it and laugh. Ask if Corvus wants a cracker." He sighs. "The only thing they'd let me keep were the Passages of Gozreh. I'd have lost my mind if I didn't have that." "So yeah, you better believe I sought out my grove as soon as I got out. Cawlo found me out there. Don't know how. That damn bird." He kicks up a bit of sand. "But the Captain... bless his soul. He listened to me. Listened to all of us. Respected us. So I need to find out why his bird is still around, and to pay my last respects."
Catching the glint of Corvus the Lizardman's head snaps towards the tiny sprite and there is a brief moment you aren't quite sure he isn't going to lash out as if he saw a scuttling crab, before his lips part into a smile filled with jagged teeth. "Tiny Corvusss, Let usss not need to fish you out of any ssscale-siblings by the end of the day yes." "Hey, don't remind me. Really, don't." Corvus shudders. "But yea, the years were good. Got to see my third home." He looks out to the Brass Bird and frowns. "First home has seen better days."
Corvus was a "special guest" in Andover's prisons. Due to his small size and ability to constantly glow, he was in a special tiny cell for most of his jailtime. The few times he was allowed to stretch he found himself staring out the window, back to the ocean. The few books he could read about Gozreh kept him sane. Once he was released he returned to the sea and set sail to his grove. Only his fellow druids lived there, and he continued to study the storms and clouds. How did Cawlo find him? He wasn't sure, but the message told him what he needed to know. He wasn't longing for the ocean, he was longing for the Brass Bird. Now he lays on a plank of wood, staring at the wreckage of his ship. He kept his light off until he heard a familiar voice. "S.B.? Hey! Corvus. Down here." He flies up to the elf's eye level before tiring and falling back down. He begins glowing a dim orange. "Did Cawlo find you? That bird wouldn't stop squawking until I got here."
Your Name (as you want it on the chronicle): Chadius
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