Hearing Adrick call for help, Quentin moves quickly over to him, paddling skillfully through the stormy water. He works to help keep the man afloat, helping him get to the boat again and hold on. "No worries friend, just keep a tight grip and we'll be alright."
*gets a good grip with his right hand and gets back into the water*
Holding on for all hes worth, Adrick tries his best to pull himself inStr to pull self in (1d20=5) Just as he feels hes making head way a wave crashed against Adrick and pushes him a bit farther out and he would have struggled to keep his grip had he not been tied to it
Yelling over the wind, "Those of you in the boat, lie down as much as possible!"
Profession Sailor: 1d20+7=18
Profession Sailor: 1d20+7=18
Profession Sailor: 1d20+7=18
After what seems like an eternity the force of the storm finally starts to fade. The height of the waves begins to lessen with the force of the winds.
DC 12 Ref to stay in the boat.
DC 20 Str check to get back in the boat.
DC 18 Prof Sailor to keep the boat upright.
DC 12 Fort save for sickened/nauseated. If you make the save this time you can reduce your sickened/nauseated condition by one.
*grunt*
"Help please."
Quentin works to steady the boat from outside, he's still managing to paddle like a fish in the water, clearly at home in it.Swim Check (1d20+7=20)
So he moves around the outside to help hold onto Kauul and make sure he doesn't slip under. Now that he's spent a bit of time in the water, he manages to fight back the feeling of nausea from the rocking boat, keeping himself in check. Fort Save (1d20+3=21)
Fort Save (1d20+3=22) Adrick thinks to himself well at least my stomache has settled down for the moment at least.
The cleric still seems to be struggling in the water as he tries to climb into the boat (1d20=17)
Sanura stays in the water for the time being, helping the others if they need it. After a bit of time, her stomach settles.
In the boat, Fish is able to stay inside.
Reflex 1d20+7=26-2 is 24
His stomach does not settle though.
Fort: 1d20+7=16
In the boat, Fish is able to stay inside.
Reflex 1d20+7=26-2 is 24His stomach does not settle though.
Fort: 1d20+7=16
Rolls (Reflex, Sailor, Fort): 1d20+6=20, 1d20+7=10, 1d20+4=9
Well, I'm still in the boat, at least and aiding on the sailor checks...
Fin clutches to the sides of the boat like a crazed man, but he is looking a bit less sick.
At last the storm begins to break up and you can see the first rays of light beginning to peek through the clouds. It looks to be about midmorning. The waves are still a little choppy, but not too bad, and it's no longer a terribly difficult thing to keep the dinghy upright. You are able to pull all those who were in the water back into the boat. You shiver in the cool air and try to get your bearings.
*looks at Arioch* "Crap." *takes up the oars and begins rowing in a northerly direction*
*looks at Arioch* "Crap." *takes up the oars and begins rowing in a northerly direction*
You know which way north is. The other way from the direction you've been heading. If you had to guess (and you do) you would say that you have been blown south and west, towards Vaelyn.
With the storm over, Quentin paddles around, helping everyone else back into the boat before hoisting up himself. He raises tall and peers around, curious if there might be any land off in the distance, and trying to use the sun to judge just where they should be headed.
With the storm over, Quentin paddles around, helping everyone else back into the boat before hoisting up himself. He raises tall and peers around, curious if there might be any land off in the distance, and trying to use the sun to judge just where they should be headed.
You know that outside of Chance harbor and the waterways near Mertan's Cove, the coastline of Sorryn consists of sheer cliffs. The water near the cliffs is rocky and can be treacherous for those who don't know their way. You would guess that the coast of Vaelyn is closer, but you also know that Vaelynese waters are infested with pirates and kuo-toa and that even if it's a longer trip you're better off rowing east rather than continuing west.
Quentin frowns, looking around at the others. "I don't think we have too many options here, friends. To the North, we will hit some cliffs with no good place to moor. The west would be our quickest route, but those are dangerous waters and we aren't in good condition to try and fight off an foes. Our vessel would be overtaken by pirates quickly. We may want to stick with our original plan and try to get east. The storm set us back some, but we should still be able to make it. Lets get back to chance!"
He points to the east, ready to take his turn at the oars when Khuul starts to wear out.
Quentin frowns, looking around at the others. "I don't think we have too many options here, friends. To the North, we will hit some cliffs with no good place to moor. The west would be our quickest route, but those are dangerous waters and we aren't in good condition to try and fight off an foes. Our vessel would be overtaken by pirates quickly. We may want to stick with our original plan and try to get east. The storm set us back some, but we should still be able to make it. Lets get back to chance!"
He points to the east, ready to take his turn at the oars when Khuul starts to wear out.
"Unless of course, piracy is our goal. Let's face it: this lot made lousy sailors, but they'd make one helluva pirate crew! We could join up and see how fate treats us?"
Quentin considers Nimm's statements for a moment. "I can't say that I'm right with taking the lot of anyone who doesn't well deserve it. Robbing a cruel aristocrat or poking a hole in a mercenary supply line is one thing, but deterring merchants from taking the harvest of the local peasants so they go without, just because we have made the shore more unsafe? That I would voice against."
He looks at the boat they are in and shrugs a bit. "In any case, we are simply a floating target at the moment. I can't imagine any vessel being too ready to submit to us in this, and certainly any pirates we meet are far more likely to scuttle us then to welcome us in their crew."
Fin lifts his head up. "Pirates, huh? Pirates are good. They buy a lot. Gullible, too."
He then returns to laying there staring into the sky.
*turns the boat so it's heading east and continues rolling*
Con check 1: 1d20+2=19; Con check 2: 1d20+2=6
"Arioch, fish?"
Sanura sits quietly as she listens to the group, wondering what they will decide to do. At the mention of pirates, she gasps slightly, "You think we should give try piracy?"
Nimm will take a turn at the oars, but only gets 4 hours before he tires.
Con check:
1d20+1=5
*turns the boat so it's heading east and continues rolling*
Con check 1: 1d20+2=19; Con check 2: 1d20+2=6
"Arioch, fish?"
"Aye, Kauul" Dives over the side with the fishing net to scoop up some fish for the group.
"So, lessee, we're goin east, which is a BLEEPing long voyage on a row boat, instead of intentionally getting scuttled by pirates? I mean, it's not like we don't already know their intentions, so why not ambush em and take their ship?"
She frowns once more, looking to the dwarf, "You think we could handle a whole crew of pirates?"
"There are more then just frogs to the west, friends. We could be set upon by Kuo-toa, and we would gain nothing in a fight with them and could certainly loose much."
Eager to get away from this place, Quentin takes his turn at rowing and manages to keep up the pace for seven hours before he is finally too exhausted to continue. Con (1d20+2=11)
Con check 2 (1d20+2=12)
Con Check 3 (1d20+2=15)
Con check 4 (1d20+2=8)
*Swims beneath the boat, catching as much fish as possible, and bringing it back for the rest of the crew*
Nasserath/Adrick
*rest and get what sleep is possible after Arioch returns with food for everyone*