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<blockquote data-quote="Brimshack" data-source="post: 3190944" data-attributes="member: 34694"><p>Gods!</p><p></p><p>For all I know, this entry will be taken to the bottom. It all happened so peacefully; we hardly thought it a danger at all. Now we cringe at every wave and pray that our fragile vessel makes it to port. How quickly the seas turn deadly! How quickly safe and sound becomes the brink of disaster.</p><p></p><p>I was asleep again. In fact it was on the same late night watch, down one man from our last deadly encounter. Those that were awake to notice reported only that the sea itself just under our boat lit up bright as day for but a moment. There was no sound, no blast, nothing to tell us that this was anything but a very bizarre though apparently harmless phenomenon. Kestensia, the Drow wasn't amused, but the others all said it looked rather beautiful actually, as if a great sun had located itself beneath our ship.</p><p></p><p>...and then the Sahuagin, Nahala, surfaced screaming of blindness and burns over her scaley body. She was quickly pulled to the surface and the watch set about trying to discern the cause of her misfortune. But they saw nothing in the seas around us, nothing except a second flash of light a minute or two after the last. Once again the light appeared to cradle the ship itself, and once again there was no sound, nothing to tell us we were in any real threat. It was easy to think that Nahala had been the only one in harms way. For a moment, the watch must have thought the danger passed entirely behind us once she was aboard.</p><p></p><p>Still, several members of the crew were roused and folks set about investigating the light. With Nahala out of commission, no-one was particularly eager to enter the water, least of all the little Nixie, Nata. I had thought perhaps we would see the end of her if the Captain ordered her into the water. Might as well drive a hook through the little fey and see what we haul up with her in its stomach, but no such foolishness took place. Once again, it seemed that we were in no real danger, and efforts to find out what was happening played out slowly, almost casually. There was no need to risk our little Aquatic Sorcerer, not for a mere light show.</p><p></p><p>Our best shipwright was sent to the lower holds, just to see if there was any sign of damage. And while absolutely everythig looked just fine, the Shipwright kept sniffing and tapping. In time, the verdict was passed up to the upper decks, despite all appreances something was indeed wrong. Whether it was a funny vibration or some quality of sound as the hull was tapped, our most knowledgeable crewman said something was different about the ship. What that was, no-one really knew, not even the shipwright. This bit of information came about just as a 3rd flash of light went off just below our vessel.</p><p></p><p>So, the Minotaur was summoned along with a spell-caster to help him breathe. Now our Minotaur is no ordinary her animal mind you. He has blue scales and a pair of wings, which I am told is quite unusual. And of course, he is smarter than the average bipedal cow, so he naturally calls himself "Doctor." Well Doctor McCoy may not be as smart as he thinks he is, but he is deadly in a fight. I did not envy whatever had been the cause of his early waking. McCoy entered the water several minutes after the initial blast of light, and only moments after a 4th blast had been witnessed. He was joined by our Druid, Bodyknock, and Nata, the little Nixie who thought herself safe in such company.</p><p></p><p>This small team entered the water and swam about, seeing nothing for a time, nothign except little bits of char trailing off behind our ship, buts that were comig off of our hull. As they swam toward the rudder, someone noticed an object in the water well behind our craft. As it turns out a great fish was trailing along behind us eating up the charred residue of our outer hull. The dumb beast meant no harm; it merely saw in our vessel a rare opportunity to taste one of its favorite foods. It had been using its light effects to burn off the outer layers of our hull and trailing in our wake to enjoy the meal. One or two more minutes and there would have been nothing left of our ship's hull. To say that we came close to sinking doesn't even begin to describe the horror that would have befallen us as the entire ship would have sunk below the waves in a single moment. The mere thought of it makes chills my bones. We were as close to total annihilationas we have ever been my friends. And yet the matter was resolved with a simple spell, a charm. The Sunfish was told to go away and it swam off to leave us to our fate.</p><p></p><p>So, now we are sailing an eggshell in the high seas. Every single section of our outer hull has been reduced to a thickness which would hardly hold a bowel of water. We have trimmed our masts and set slowly for the nearest port. Our artificer has applied himself to repairing the damage by magic, and crewmen wait below the holds ready to pound wood and cloth into the breach when it comes. But the artificer has only so many spells per day, and you can only patch a hole just so big. We are in grave danger my friends, and this danger was inflicted upon us as quietly and peacefully as a kitten stretching itself in the sun. I don't know what else to say, we have only to watch our luck and pray to our gods.</p><p></p><p>...and kill the next big fish that comes near us.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Brimshack, post: 3190944, member: 34694"] Gods! For all I know, this entry will be taken to the bottom. It all happened so peacefully; we hardly thought it a danger at all. Now we cringe at every wave and pray that our fragile vessel makes it to port. How quickly the seas turn deadly! How quickly safe and sound becomes the brink of disaster. I was asleep again. In fact it was on the same late night watch, down one man from our last deadly encounter. Those that were awake to notice reported only that the sea itself just under our boat lit up bright as day for but a moment. There was no sound, no blast, nothing to tell us that this was anything but a very bizarre though apparently harmless phenomenon. Kestensia, the Drow wasn't amused, but the others all said it looked rather beautiful actually, as if a great sun had located itself beneath our ship. ...and then the Sahuagin, Nahala, surfaced screaming of blindness and burns over her scaley body. She was quickly pulled to the surface and the watch set about trying to discern the cause of her misfortune. But they saw nothing in the seas around us, nothing except a second flash of light a minute or two after the last. Once again the light appeared to cradle the ship itself, and once again there was no sound, nothing to tell us we were in any real threat. It was easy to think that Nahala had been the only one in harms way. For a moment, the watch must have thought the danger passed entirely behind us once she was aboard. Still, several members of the crew were roused and folks set about investigating the light. With Nahala out of commission, no-one was particularly eager to enter the water, least of all the little Nixie, Nata. I had thought perhaps we would see the end of her if the Captain ordered her into the water. Might as well drive a hook through the little fey and see what we haul up with her in its stomach, but no such foolishness took place. Once again, it seemed that we were in no real danger, and efforts to find out what was happening played out slowly, almost casually. There was no need to risk our little Aquatic Sorcerer, not for a mere light show. Our best shipwright was sent to the lower holds, just to see if there was any sign of damage. And while absolutely everythig looked just fine, the Shipwright kept sniffing and tapping. In time, the verdict was passed up to the upper decks, despite all appreances something was indeed wrong. Whether it was a funny vibration or some quality of sound as the hull was tapped, our most knowledgeable crewman said something was different about the ship. What that was, no-one really knew, not even the shipwright. This bit of information came about just as a 3rd flash of light went off just below our vessel. So, the Minotaur was summoned along with a spell-caster to help him breathe. Now our Minotaur is no ordinary her animal mind you. He has blue scales and a pair of wings, which I am told is quite unusual. And of course, he is smarter than the average bipedal cow, so he naturally calls himself "Doctor." Well Doctor McCoy may not be as smart as he thinks he is, but he is deadly in a fight. I did not envy whatever had been the cause of his early waking. McCoy entered the water several minutes after the initial blast of light, and only moments after a 4th blast had been witnessed. He was joined by our Druid, Bodyknock, and Nata, the little Nixie who thought herself safe in such company. This small team entered the water and swam about, seeing nothing for a time, nothign except little bits of char trailing off behind our ship, buts that were comig off of our hull. As they swam toward the rudder, someone noticed an object in the water well behind our craft. As it turns out a great fish was trailing along behind us eating up the charred residue of our outer hull. The dumb beast meant no harm; it merely saw in our vessel a rare opportunity to taste one of its favorite foods. It had been using its light effects to burn off the outer layers of our hull and trailing in our wake to enjoy the meal. One or two more minutes and there would have been nothing left of our ship's hull. To say that we came close to sinking doesn't even begin to describe the horror that would have befallen us as the entire ship would have sunk below the waves in a single moment. The mere thought of it makes chills my bones. We were as close to total annihilationas we have ever been my friends. And yet the matter was resolved with a simple spell, a charm. The Sunfish was told to go away and it swam off to leave us to our fate. So, now we are sailing an eggshell in the high seas. Every single section of our outer hull has been reduced to a thickness which would hardly hold a bowel of water. We have trimmed our masts and set slowly for the nearest port. Our artificer has applied himself to repairing the damage by magic, and crewmen wait below the holds ready to pound wood and cloth into the breach when it comes. But the artificer has only so many spells per day, and you can only patch a hole just so big. We are in grave danger my friends, and this danger was inflicted upon us as quietly and peacefully as a kitten stretching itself in the sun. I don't know what else to say, we have only to watch our luck and pray to our gods. ...and kill the next big fish that comes near us. [/QUOTE]
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