On the Water…
The folks on the ’wife might notice the fracas on the shoreline, if they weren’t busy with their own problems…
The boat heels over violently and water begins to fill the prow as the regular passengers get tossed like flotsam. In a high-pitched shriek, one of the newlyweds squeals, ”We’re SINKING!!!” Embarrassingly, it is the husband. (I apologize for gender stereotyping and discrimination there, but come’on it’s kind of funny. )
Xing, sensing danger, leaps amidships and transforms… adding to the general mayhem. Sabelina deftly catches the gunwhale even as the stern tips violently then pivots hard as the prow of the boat has been snagged and acts as the fulcrum on which the boat spins. She realizes, with some relief that despite the sea spray hitting her, she won’t need to apply more olive oil.
Joas only has a moment to be surprised by Xing’s transformation exclaiming, ”Torag’s hairy BALLS!” before his nautical mind takes over. He quickly drops the sail so the belly of the boat doesn’t get torn out on the reef or whatever snagged them while barking orders:
To the newlyweds, he growls, ”Get to the stern.. to the BACK of the boat! Holler if you’re hurt. Ignore that big cat. She ain’t gonna hurt you.”
His first mate doesn’t get that equitable tone. ”Jorah! Get your ass to the bow and find out what snagged us! Looks like the hull is leaking.”
Joas turns to the remaining member of his crew, flummoxed by what to say, ”Xing! You do… whatever you are doing. But we’ll likely need some pitch to seal any leaks.”
Jorah scrambles forward to assess the damage as the newlyweds flee aft, crowding into Sabelina’s preferred spot. The first mate looks over the bow on both sides then dunks his head into the expanding pool of water rapidly filling the starboard side of the prow for a long look. He comes up shaking the water from his hair. ”Da! Ain’t no reef or rocks! We got a big f@<king hole in the hull and there’s, uh, a big spiked arrow… a ballista bolt we’re hooked on. Must be tethered to something below.” The sailor’s eyes go wide as the implication of what he’s saying comes to him.
The boat dips to port as if a considerable weight was suddenly attached to the hull. Halfway between Xing and Jorah, on the port side of the boat, a figure quickly climbs aboard with the use of too many limbs…
Seawater sluices off the creature. It looks like a man…
Except for the feet which are splayed for swimming… And the red-brown lobster-like chitinous plates that armor the torso… And the two sets of massive claws above the withered pair of humanoid arms. And the head, which is all crab. So, not really like a man at all.
Xing was used to being one of the tallest people in any room, but this creature was a bit taller… another 3’ of tall. Standing at a shade over 9’, the monster snaps its prodigious claws and regards the crew with disconcertingly smart eyes.
Sabelina’s DEX Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Jorah’s Prof:Sailor: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Crabman Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Crabman Init: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10 – purposeful delay to lower init to act after Jorah
To simplify, the terrain is normal and you can ignore impediments. The crabman is roughly 8’ away from both Xing and FM Jorah. He is 12’ from Captain Joas and 18’ from Sabelina.
Let's get ready to ruuummmbble! Folks in BOLD are up!
Round 1!
ORDER:
Xing
Sabelina
Captain Joas
FM Jorah
Crabman
Passengers (doing sweet bugger all)
CURRENT HP:
Sabelina 13/13
Xing 11/11
EVERYBODY in both battles are free to post! Thanks for holding off.