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Tempest swims up to the lake of hooks, intoning a familiar spell as she does.
She easily avoids getting tangled up in the hooks, and unleashes a wave of multicolored light over three of the grindylows.
As soon as the Color Spray fades, she turns her focus to the one wearing Sandara's hat, and fires an arc of lightning at it.
I'm here. I've been here, just quiet.
"The right looks like a mouth and throat, the left looks like a stomach. Definitely some...'artistic' liberties taken with these. The right is shallower." She frowns and thinks a moment, "I'm inclined to go left, myself."
Swimming up to the fork, Tempest tries to look down each pathway to get a sense for what's ahead.
"Left or right? Neither seem too appealing."
---=== On the Ship ===---
"No mending, no. Just cleaning. There is magic that can mend, but I never learned it." Ellie claps her hands excitedly, allowing herself a moment of girlishness. "Love that on you! Though I have to say, in the-- admittedly brief-- time we've spent together I never would've pictured you in a top like that." Tempest shrugs and smirks, and is that a blush? Couldn't be... "Nothing wrong with indulging in a little preening now and then, is there?" ---=== Preparing for Action ===--- ”Does anyone need an edge?” Tucci offers the Touch of the Sea for one or two of his allies who may need it. Tempest nods solemnly, "I will. The water seems to be anathaema to me." Assuming the spell is cast, Tempest dives into the water along with Mac and Tucci, keeping pace with them as they go. She seems to struggle with staying back, though, and seems to want to plunge ahead.
Tempest awakens early and gets some focused meditation done on deck, reinforcing her connection to the sky. An uncommon practice, but she wants to be in top form for the day ahead. As the others start to awaken, she makes her way back into the shared quarters and takes the time to lace up her new corset. Once done, she strikes a pose for Mac and Ellie as they finish up their preparations, "So, whatcha think?"
"Yeah, yeah, heaven. Been there done that..." Tempest takes the clothes and armor and goes over it all with her spell, cleaning out all of the sand. Unfortunately, the spell takes a while to clean so much, so Tucci is probably stuck in his skivvies for a bit, but when she does return the clothes, they are as clean as they day they were made. Once that is done, she wanders off to enjoy some solitude under the sky for a bit, to connect to the sky as part of her nightly ritual. Of course, this also grants her insight into the weather for the day to come.
At some point in the evening, Tempest approaches Tucci, "You wanted your gear cleaned, right? Disrobe so I can do so. I'll let you wash the sand off of your skin yourself."
Tempest gives Ellie a kind, if concerned, smile, "Do you have reason to doubt your observations? Or are you second-guessing your own ability? If it is the latter, I reject it. Have confidence in yourself, and others will follow suit."
Tempest takes a moment to breathe (as far away from the stench of death as possible) and calm herself as Tucci loots the stockade. When did you become so sentimental? Shaking the intrusive thoughts out of her head as the looting is finished, she returns to the loot pile and takes a look over it. She goes so far as to seek out the magic of some of the items available, to identify their properties.
"This ring is magical. Not entirely sure what it does, though. The potion allows one to breathe underwater. I might take that, since sea creatures seem to LOVE dragging me under..."
"Damn it! Can we just get a moment's rest without something trying to kill us?" Tempest sighs in frustration as she tries to get a look in the doorway, "Mac, I can't get past you while you're like this. Is it the corpse that was hanging there? Can we just poke it to death?" She indicates with her boarding pike to emphasize her meaning.
Tempest shakes her head at the suggestion of moving on, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm nearly spent. Even if we were able to make it to the grindylows today, I don't know how much help I would be. Tucci said before that his spells are running thin, as well. It may well be smarter to clear out any other points of interest on the island, then head back to the ship. We can set out for the grindylow lair in the morning, fresh and fully charged and able to rain Hells down upon them."
"I already di- Wha- GYAAH!" Tempest reels from the momentary feeling of being a sylph smoothie, long enough for Veronica to finish off the swarm and for MacLaren to channel a heal. She stands frozen, staring at the good Brother for a long moment, as a storm of conflicting emotions plays out across her face. Finally, she takes a breath and sighs, "I appreciate the concern, and I don't necessarily mind the tactical movement. But was it REALLY necessary to put that thing on my head?!"
Fighting through the nausea and pain of the biting insects, Tempest falls back slightly before blasting off another wide arc of lightning.
---=== End of Combat ===--- "Ellie!" Tempest rushes to Ellie's side to check up on her, making sure she's still breathing and offering her a potion before Mac swoops in with the healing spell. She does her best to help the half-elf up off the ground, once it's clear she's not in any danger of death. ---=== Current ===--- At the call to action of the swarm, Tempest returns to form, the wind swirling around her and small arcs of static electricity reaching off of any patch of exposed skin it can. "Well what are we waiting for?" Tempest marches around to the door and unleashes a wide blast of lightning over the swarm.
Too many people in the way. Can't get a clear shot. In a near-desperate desire to save Ellie, Tempest breaks ranks and charges through the line to the wall of the stockade, granting her an unobstructed view of the creature. "Let. Her. GO!" Forgoing the more powerful lance, since it seems to be on its last legs, Tempest throws out her hand, throwing a quick bolt to (hopefully) end this battle.
As MacLaren steps back, Tempest steps up, getting a less obstructed view of the choker attacking Tucci. Again, she forms a lance of electricity in her hand, then launches it hoping to bring it down.
Tempest sneers as the choker drops, but the smile fades immediately as she sees Ellie's fate, "Come on, now, Tucci! On your feet, Ellie needs your help. Don't make me regret saving you instead of her."
Tempest sighs and shakes her head as Tucci gets himself grabbed. She takes a moment to focus her magic, coalescing an orb of electricity in her hand. She squeezes it, collapsing it down until it springs out either side of her fist, forming a crackling rod not unlike a javelin. She smirks at the sight of it before looking back to the creature currently strangling Tucci. Raising her new bolt above her shoulder, she hurls it at the Vine Choker.
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"This keeps getting better and better." Tempest murmurs under her breath. She points up to the spyglass on the wall, "Look there. That spyglass. Looks like it's fixed in place. A bit odd, no? Usually, you'd want to be able to point that around. I dunno. Something stinks about this place..."
Tempest shakes her head at Tucci's request, "Maybe once we stop for a meal, or something. It's one thing to clean an object I'm carrying while we walk, but cleaning another creature, while walking, would be too much to concentrate on."
As they walk, Tempest cleans her new corset with Prestidigitation. "If nothing else, it might be prudent to make a quick run back to the boat and bring it around to the beach. Easier than having to trudge back through the swamp. Well spotted, though. Probably also prudent to check and clear out any nasties, first." She holds up the now-clean corset to her torso, "Who knows, there might be more neat clothing to gather up! Probably wishful thinking, though."
Tempest rests a hand on Ellie's shoulder, "You've been to Port Peril, haven't you? Does it really surprise you that a pirate ship might have whores aboard?" Looking over the clothing, she picks up the corset, "Huh. I might take this, if no one else wants it. Might be nice, once it's clean."
"Finish strong! Don't let up now! We don't want to let these unliving harlots get the better of us, do we?"
Seeing Veronica take a hit, Tempest moves around to get an angle on the one who managed to land it. Again, she lashes out. the sound of thunder ringing out through the forest.
Tempest sighs tersely as the living corpses reveal themselves, "Oh. Great. Walking dead people." Drawing on her connection with the living storm, she moves forward, alongside Mac, all but gliding across the ground as if carried by the wild winds that begin to whip up around her. Her eyes glow and flashes of light start to appear in her hair. From an outstretched hand, an arc of lightning emerges, directed at the undead woman nearest the trunk of the tree.
Unfortunately, the blat goes wide.
Tempest claps her hands, looking around at her companions, "So! Who wants to step inside the creepy stink tent first?"
"Looks like we're not the first ones to get stranded here, or Tucci either."
Tempest skips merrily along the rest of the pilings to the other shore, then waits for the others to finish crossing, as well, so that they can move on.
"Come on! Let's get out of here whiel we can, before the other one wakes up." Tempest tires to continue along the pilings towards the other shore, but seems to lose her footing for a moment before recovering, "Ellie, you need a hand or are you good?"
"Watch out for the tongues, they like to pull their prey in and swallow it." Tempest, true to form, unleashes a wave of bright, colorful magic over the closest frog, hoping to take it out of the battle immediately.
---=== At the Shore ===--- Seeing the others' reactions to the newcomer, Tempest closes her hand, dispersing the forming lightning. She still eyes the small man with distrust, but for now, she takes him at his word. ---=== The Mire ===---
Tempest is too busy keeping an eye on Tucci, and doesn't notice the vines above. The task at hand, though, doesn't seem to phase her. Shrugging, she follows Ellie and Tucci across the pilings.
She manages to skip across with ease.
Tempest narrows her eyes at the sight of the halfling, and drops into a defensive stance, an arc of lightning dancing in her hand, just begging to be released. She observes the mysterious newcomer carefully as Melli speaks to him, and awaits Veronica's response.
Tempest nods and turns to follow, but pauses a moment. She speaks to Kroop, though loud enough for the rest of the crew to hear, "I know you've got this under control, but if any of them give you sass, lemme know when we get back. I'll handle it." She finishes with a sly wink and jogs off to catch up with the others at the cutter.
"Caused enough destruction to know this won't hold. The ship WILL sink, unless repairs are made. Melli, you might want to start them dismantling the deck to patch that hole." At hearing about the missing crew, Tempest's eyes narrow, "These squid-faced bastards just keep getting more and more annoying. Anyone else up for an extermination run?"
"I'm fine." Tempest waives off any attempt to help as she takes the squid goblin's spear and runs it through his chest, then throws the whole macabre mess overboard.
Even as the wind itself cushions the blow of her falling on her back, Tempest's eyes flash in rage. She raises her head to glare at the creature. Forgoing her usual less-lethal spellcasting, she reaches out her hand and unleashes the full force of thunder and lightning. She then stands up.
Tempest fully enjoys the storm, spending the most of her time near the bow of the ship, or on the forecastle, unless she is actively helping one of the crew, or assisting Ellie. When the attack comes, she finds herself watching for rocks and reefs near the front. As the weird creature slithers its way onboard, she fixes it with an annoyed glare, "Really? I'm having such a good day, and you want to ruin it?" Waving her had almost dismissively at the sea goblin, she unleashes a wave of scintillating colors before walking away. If the grindylow falls, she walks past it towards Veronica. If not, she heads the other way, towards Melli.
Tempest shakes her head at the effort put into Plugg and Scourge's departure, muttering to herself, "Better than they deserve." Before Rosie goes over, though, she approaches and rests a hand on her body, "I'm sorry, Rosie. Had I not caught you in my spell, you might still be with us. May the Sky Father's wind bear you safely to your final resting place." Suddenly feeling the day's work catching up to her, she takes a moment to move her things to the Officers' Quarters before joining the conversation about where to head to next. "Give me a planned heading, and I'll see what kind of weather we'll be looking at in that direction. So long as it's not being unnaturally affected, I should be able to predict it." Once she is advised, she closes her eyes a moment and tilts her head back, breathing deep of the sea air. When she reopens her eyes, she has to suppress a smile, "Looks like we're going to catch a storm tomorrow." She describes the direction of the winds and the severity, so that plans can be made to mitigate the effects.
Tempest wrinkles her nose in disgust at the sight of the rum, "As soon as we get to a port, we're replacing that poison with something that's actually potable." She does flip through Plugg's keys to find the one that open's the door to Veronica's new cabin, "I guess it's ship mage for me. I can also help with navigation, owing to my sense for the weather. Ah, here it is." She opens the door and heads inside to release Owlbear, once and for all.
Tempest shrugs at Ellie's concession, "Being honest, I would have voted for her, if that suggestion went south. Just from my history with her family. But, you're my friend, and I know how much you wanted to take after your dad. Was trying not to take that away..." She trails off, but nods solemnly, "Ready to make the announcement?"
"Two candidates, both with solid reasoning to take the spot. Hmmm." Tempest furrows her brow in thought for a moment, "You could always just wed each other. Brother MacLaren, you can preside over weddings, no? No one would bat an eyelash at a married couple co-captaining a ship..."
Tempest joins in the cheering along with the crew, though does cast a discerning eye over the bodies of Plugg and Scourge during the revelry. After Sandara's healing pulse, Tempest clears her throat to gather the crew's attention, "The ship is ours, and with it, endless possibilities. We will need to hold a funeral for Rosie, of course. In the mean time, though, the ship needs a new Captain. Are there any here who thinks to claim the role? Let us decide this civilly, unlike our previous pretenders."
"Didn't offer him quarter, just said he should stop fighting the inevitable."
"You're all alone now, Scourge!" Tempest nearly cackles as the sailors flee to their deaths, "Make it easy on yourself and just surrender!" Not giving him a chance to actually follow her suggestion, though, she lashes out at him again.
"Kill them all, but keep THAT one alive!" Tempest shouts, pointing at the one that killed Rosie, "A quick death is too good for him!" Returning her focus to the actual threat still alive, she reaches an arm out, throwing an arc of lightning at Scourge.
As soon as the two mice running Plugg's brain finally come to the realization of what is happening, Tempest is ready. True to form, she summons up her magic, blasting both him and Scourge, as well as one of their new Rahadoumi allies, with Color Spray. Unfortunately, one of her own allies manages to rush in before she gets the spell off, and is caught as well.
Tempest grins at Mac's reply, and walks up to drive the point home, "Poor little Pluggy, wants to be the Captain." Tempest intones, projecting so that all can hear, her voice like rolling thunder, "But he doesn't command the respect of the crew, nor does he have the STRENGTH to rule with an iron fist. Not like Harrigan. So desperate was Plugg to get out from daddy's shadow, he failed to realize that that shadow was the only thing keeping him safe. But Harrigan is gone, off over the horizon, and Pluggy stands vulnerable, about to be hoisted on his own petard."
When the call for Bloody Hour is called, Tempest refuses to line up with the rest of the crew. Instead, she defiantly leans against the main mast, facing Plugg and Scourge, her arms crossed and her face wearing a smug smirk. She stares them both down, as if daring them to start a confrontation.
Tempest rolls her eyes at Plugg's little speech, showing obvious disdain for him and his newfound sense of authority. You don't have Harrigan here to protect you, anymore. You'll soon see what a mistake it was to leave the nest with predators about. Once the day's tasks are handed out, she looks at the Rahadoumi assigned to her and shakes her head, "Try to keep up." With that, she dashes off, making no effort to wait for the man, focusing simply on her duties, and on the position of the Wormwood as it sinks into the distance. Just a little further...
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