Sargas may be taciturn and a little out of his depth, but I'm happy to play him through to this grand battle and then re-assess.
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All the while Sargas stands at the back, arms crossed, listening intently but making no move to join a conversation he doesn't quite understand.
Sargas hears Chell's cry for help too late - he's wondered down by the dock to see about organizing a more effective bucket chain so as to stamp out the last of the cinders. When he gets back and sees the others arriving, he strides up, eyes wide as he realizes that Chell actually went into the burned building. "Does anybody know how this fire started?"
Sargas stands, frustrated, with his hands on his hips as the chapterhouse collapses. That signals an end to his frantic efforts; while the other buildings remain safe, he takes a moment to simply stare at the futility of their efforts. Finally, rousing himself, he begins to ask around the crowd to see who knows anything, if anybody knows how this all got started.
Sargas continues to bellow and direct the crowd, roaring as if he were dealing with a mutiny, organizing anybody and everybody including the dragoons into a bucket brigade.
Sargas races forward alongside Chell, jaw clenched, knowing that fire within a crowded city can be lethally contagious. As he runs, he roars out to passerby's, "Come on! Follow! We all need to help!" Getting to the burning edifice, he glances around, taking in the scene as quickly as he can, and then starts roaring as if he were back on the deck of his ship, giving orders to the gaping crowd, trying to set up a bucket chain and weave a firefighting force out of those gathered around.
Luckily Sargas isn't holding anything of value; standing in the street with a drawn greatsword is a delightful way to arouse the interest of the local guards, after all. Still, he lets out a choked gasp as the magic affects him, his muscles growing clenched as he staggers, and after the spell wears off he presses the base of his palm to his head and looks at the others. "Tell me again why we think it's such a good idea to annoy the hell out of this Sam?" When Chell makes her suggestion, he nods warily. "I'll come along and watch your back." Unless she protests, he follows after.
Sargas places one fist inside the palm of the other and cracks his knuckles. "Right." He moves toward the thugs, smiling expansively. "Gentlemen! A fine day. I'm sure you've come down to the docks looking for lacerations, contusions, broken bones that pierce the skin, crushed skulls, torn off lower jawbones, stinking gut wounds and more. If so, it's your lucky day! I'm here to provide to one and all." Hand on the hilt of his greatsword, he grins at them.
Sargas listens with his arms crossed, not knowing the people being discussed and thus willing to accept any plan proposed by those who do.
Sargas rubs at his jaw. "Do you know how to find this Sam's place? Looks like we should pay it a visit."
Sargas spends his time amongst the crew, working on keeping spirits high and watching for signs of trouble.
"If it looks like it intends trouble, I could swim out under it and pry open a board, causing it to spring a serious leak without their ever seeing me. That should slow them down and give us time to get away without conflict."
Sargas listens intently, and then stands and rubs at his jaw as he processes all this information. "I can't claim to full appreciate all the implications of what you're saying, but it's clear your group is in the middle of serious fight. I'll join my sword to your cause and help in any way I can. If we can help cleanse these seas of the filth that are poisoning it, then I'll consider it a job well done."
Sargas grins as Astri begins to work her magic, and moves over to the ballista crew where he stands, hands on hips, and examines the machines. "You're our first line of defense against whatever may come our way, men. Let's oil those winches, double check those ropes, and lay a good amount of ammunition at the ready in case of trouble, aye men?"
Sargas stands to the back of the cabin, brooding, his muscled forearms crossed over his chest. "To be honest, it seems the greatest urgency lies with this Dalang. Let's take care of him and then come back to deal with those fiendish piranhas. If anything, we can perhaps buy scrolls or whatever for the needed spells while we're in Shaw."
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Sargas climbs back aboard the ship and turns to the others. "Can any of you think of a way to defeat that swarm?"
Sargas nods, admiring their restraint, and swims up alongside them to the surface.
Sargas continues to keep his distance but not abandoning his friends. He aims to keep at least 60' between him and the swarm at all times.
Sargas swims out of the swarm, hoping the others have a means of dealing with this problem.
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Sargas continues to move away from the swarm, pulling Bri back with him after she casts her spell.
Sargas swims alongside Embrianna, eyes scanning the hulk. "The form comes from my cloak. I won it off this violently drunk -" He stops at the sight of the blob rising toward them, and reaches out with a hand to arrest Embrianna's movement. "Hold up. What's that? Let's... move back a bit."
Sargas swims alongside Embrianna. "I can swim very quickly in this mantaform, and also have unlimited breathing. I'd be up for accompanying you."
Sargas listens grimly as Sorrin recounts the troubles they're mixed in with, and finally nods, gripping the gunwhale and gazing out over the waters. "It sounds like a bad business, but perhaps that's all the more reason to get involved. With my ship gone, I'm a free man. If you'll have me, I'd like to pitch in. See if I can help in some way, no matter how small."
"Later. Sorry," Chells says with a sigh. Bet he doesn't believe half what we tell him. Better let Astrianna fill him in. At least it will sound cool. Sargas does not go with Chell, having no reason to.
Sargas nods, frowning. "And this Dalang. He a captain, or..? Why not just find him and do him in?"
Not receiving any further information, Sargas shrugs and spends time with his crew mates.
Sargas figures out he's about one quarter caught up to speed. "Altar? Dalang? Powdered silver? Full moon?" He looks around to see if someone's willing to explain what's going on.
"No sign of him yet, Cap'n." The yet is important.
Sargas feels lucidity and vitality steal back into him, and when he surfaces he whips his head back so that a whip of water flies back in an arc and looks to Chell. "Brave and stupid, hey? Sometimes it's hard to tell the two apart. Specially when your friends are dying and you've no time to figure out the odds." Still, he doesn't seem offended, and instead grins at her. "I appreciate the help! Most timely. You're wicked with that wand. A life saver!" That said, he soars through the water toward the survivors, and pulls himself out of the water with a hearty laugh, clapping ome on the back and crouching next to the other, telling them of the Captain's survival assuring them that their ill streak of luck is now finally over. Still, its hard not to see the corpses, and when no-one's looking the exhaustion and emotional toll become evident on his face. He boards the ship with the others, than turns to Chell once more. "So is this your vessel? Who's your captain? What are you all trying to do out here? Trade goods? Salvage?"
Sargas drinks a CSeriousW.
Sargas has attacked twice and is done for this current round. Maybe Chell is too?
Sargas continues to lash out at the shark he's attacking.
Right. Nix that last post then, DM. Thanks for the catch.
Sargas roars in defiance, bubbles erupting from his mouth along with gouts of blood. Surrounded by sharks, with no sense as to where his new allies are, and determined to not abandon his shipmates, he strikes out again at the same shark.
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