There's a moment of silence, and an expression of "You've got to be kidding me," on the captain's face before Trebuchet's spell takes effect. Then there's a whumph as the smoking bowl behind the wheel erupts into a pillar of smoke, covering half the boat in a choaking cloud. Yelling erupts behind the curtain of smoke as some people stumble within the cloud. Lupaz manages to resist the effects of the thick air, though seeing is going to be a problem for a while.
The other half of the ship, the half without the captain, seems torn between fighting and surrendering. Captain Merri lets out a trill from his elaborate, ghostly headpiece, and several of the visible crew of the Shrew cover their ears in pain.
"Pay attention to the lass," he adds, and flicks his eyes upward at Vakuriel.
"Save the cargo!" the captain's voice rises out of the smoke, and several people begin to run toward the cargo hatches...
OOC: And now we're into initiative. What's everyone up to this round? Verbal placating? Material destruction? More cursing? Bloody pulp smashing?
The other half of the ship, the half without the captain, seems torn between fighting and surrendering. Captain Merri lets out a trill from his elaborate, ghostly headpiece, and several of the visible crew of the Shrew cover their ears in pain.
"Pay attention to the lass," he adds, and flicks his eyes upward at Vakuriel.
"Save the cargo!" the captain's voice rises out of the smoke, and several people begin to run toward the cargo hatches...
OOC: And now we're into initiative. What's everyone up to this round? Verbal placating? Material destruction? More cursing? Bloody pulp smashing?