Silent as the grave, Slickjaw gets within 10 feet of the woman, and hurls a flask of alchemist's fire at her, before slinking back into concealment.
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The Lieutenant screeches in pain.
"WHO THREW THAT?" she roars, looking around, but to no avail.
The other sailors cover their heads as they're scorched by the passing flames.
Lieutenant Riza
Slickjaw
Sailor 1
Ace
Cyrdic
Lucy
Sailor 2
"Come on!" one of them yells, and he hares off through the mist as fast as he can safely go.
You hear a slight bumping as he reaches the boat about 10 feet behind you.
Ace steps up and sends out a flashing light, hoping to put down the officer and remaining sailor.
The Lieutenant closes her eyes just in time, and shrugs off the ill effects of the spell, but the other sailor is not so lucky.
He drops to the floor with a loud thud, though nobody can see him clearly.
An invisible man chucking fire around...only one guy I know who fits THAT description, Cyrdic thinks to himself as he goes back to the boat. "Keep it up, Slickjaw! Lucy, take the b@#&@ out! Alive if possible, but do what you gotta do!" Then with a guttural roar, he swings at the sailor by the boat, but misses due to the heavy fog. F$^@!
Lucy hears Cyrdic and goes off charging into the mist, before stumbling over a patch that's not as covered in it any more, where an unconscious man and the officer stand.
Lucy turns her Falchion to the flat of the blade at Cyrdic's call and swings it like a baseball bat at the Lieutenant.
The Lieutenant has just enough time for a look of surprise before the blade connects with her temple, dropping her to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Slickjaw hurls a knife into the remaining sailor's back.
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The sailor can be heard in the fog, fumbling with the ropes frantically.
Cyrdic swings once more at the sailor, all the while hoping that the thump he had just heard behind him wasn't one of his friends.
Ace swings out at the same sailor fleeing.
Ace connects with his sword, causing the barely visible sailor to twist and scream in pain, narrowly avoiding Cyrdic's blow.
Lucy, hearing the scream and sounds of battle, rushes back to the boat.
Nimbly making her way through the dense fog, Lucy arrives on the scene, and swings her Falchion once more, another sailor's life being claimed by the hungry blade.
And with that, everything goes quiet.
The group deals with the unconscious foes and rummages through the bodies for any worthwhile loot.
The normal sailors carry the same stuff as the previous ones, leather armor, short swords, a heavy crossbow, and 20 bolts (5 bodies worth of each).
The Lietenant carries some more interesting fare.
-Her Boarding Pike, which is obviously magical.
-Two Masterwork Short Swords
-Heavy crossbow
-20 Bolts
-A Chain Shirt
Ace tries to identify the magical trinkets.
With a grunt, Slickjaw dons the amulet and says, "I can't use this sword - anyone want it, or should I sell it next chance we get?"
Ace mutters "Ehh, Im good with what I have as long we split the loot fairly."
Crud, I wanted that amulet...oh well.
"I don't really need that sword, and I sure as hell don't need the pike. Give me just a second though, gonna take care of some loose ends. By the way-nice job, everyone."
Cyrdic goes over to the lieutenant and the other fallen sailor and makes sure they're tied up securely. Then, he goes over to the other two conscious prisoners to make sure they're both alright.
On second thought, Ace grabs a shortsword.
Seeing the disappointment on Cyrdic's face, Slickjaw says "Sorry buddy - I'm kinda a lightweight compared to you, and I'm the one who *ahem* legitimately acquired it. Just buy some plate mail or somethin' next time we're in town."
Upon seeing Ace pick up the normal shortsword, Slickjaw says "I've got a magic one of those with me - you can have it, it's too big for me. Though if you find something better and sell it, I can always use some cash."
After about half a minute of tense waiting, the fog clears.
The sounds of battle have ceased, and looking out over the ship, most of the sailors are either dead or surrendered.
They call for everyone to line up on deck, and most of the crew cheers as the line of prisoners is paraded in front of the Wormwood crew.
A party begins on the deck of the Wormwood, still lashed together with the Man's Promise, high quality booze and food brought from the hold of the captured ship.
Captain Harrigan holds a short meeting with his officers and decides how to divvy up the loot. Everyone receives 150 gold as their share.
In addition, because of all the pirates you killed or captured, your group receives an extra 175 gp to divide amongst yourselves, and get another 200 to divide up for capturing the officer.
The party is long, and the revelry lasts well into tomorrow night, a full 36 hours. Naturally, work is suspended for the duration, as the officers feel the crew has earned a break...and the fact that the crew would probably mutiny if they were put right back to work doesn't hurt either.
Ace parties until the cows come home, than parties with the cows.
Slickjaw gets some R&R.
Also, after being ignored by Ace, Slickjaw goes to sell his magic shortsword, and ask if Grok can make change.
Grok eyes the sword, and the goblin.
"Sure, little man. I can take this 'un off your hands. Runnin' price for a weapon like this is about 1150 gold. Sound fair to you?"
"I guess that's fair enough. You got that in platinum?"
"Do I look like a bank to you?"
"You can take it in pretty, shiny, gold, or I'll give it to you all in Copper and hope you can carry it. What's it gonna be?"
"Gold it is. Also, just outta curiosity - you maybe got like a bag o' holding or handy haversack or somethin' for sale?"
Ace goes by the shopkeeper to see what is for sale.
Grok greets Ace with a frown.
"Yer friend was just in here trying to make my job harder. You're not gonna be any trouble, are you?"
"Just looking around, do you have any trinkets or other such charms?"
"Hmph. Not that I know of. I've got plenty of weapons and armor, food and other supplies. And rum!" she says with a chuckle.
"But other'n that? Nah. I don't truck with much magical supplies."
"I do have some trinkets, though."
Grok lists off a number of itemsto Ace.
"I got some magic scrolls we took off a ship's Wizard a few months back, a wand, and some of 'is potions too." she says.
"I also got this thingy here."
She displays a magical dagger to Ace, and explains that it is a +1 dagger...but you get the sense it may actually be more.
"And of course, as I've already said, we've got a large number of weapons and armor of most shapes and sizes, many of them masterworks, and some supplies, including a few alchemical bits and bobs like Tanglefoot bags, Holy Water, and acid we snagged from some Pharasmite voyaging to cleanse some unhallowed temple to an undead god or some such, not quite sure on the details there...but all can be yours for a fair price, of course."
"How much for the scroll of cure wounds and that potion of cure wounds?"
"150 gp for the scroll, 50 gp for the potion."
"hmm, that me take a look at that dagger over there"
Ace recognizes that it is, in fact, a +1 Animal Bane dagger, something Grok is blissfully unaware of.