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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Express" data-source="post: 1672211" data-attributes="member: 19166">6. The Albino As it turned out, Albus was Albus d’Lyrandar and he decided quickly. Moving as fast as possible, he led us to the main deck. Ruddy (whose name I never caught, but was ruddy skinned) played rearguard, firing bolts to discourage pursuers.Along the way we gathered a few stragglers from amongst the crew and passengers.The main deck was not as chaotic as I thought it would be. Sailors were firing crossbows into the water off both the port and starboard sides of the ship. A few minor melees had formed beneath the main masts. There seemed to be a general scrum going on at the bow. Screams, cries in various languages filled the air; the dead were sprawled about.Albus began shout, his voice barely carrying over the clamor.. “Into the rigging, get free the mainsail! Make ready to set sail. Move!” Ruddy sprinted off to collect sailors. “CALIB!!!” I heard Dorbo’s voice and turned. Above on the upper deck of the castle, I saw Anvil. Or rather I should say three Anvils, magically induced, motioning for me. Bynara and Dorbo stood near him at the top of the stair, their attention fixed toward the stern of the vessel.I ascended and Anvil turned to greet me.  Corvo was back, now on his master’s shoulder. Bynara’s bowstring hummed as she released an arrow at another fishman climbing aboard.“I feared you were dead as Galifar” said Anvil calmly, as if we were walking in the park. “But I saw you fall into the gallery. Most fortunate that.”I nodded silently. Corpses of five sahaugin and two sailors littered the deck. A couple lay near Anvil’s feet; I also noticed Bynara had a slight wound. Things must have gotten hairy.More sahaugin were climbing aboard. “The ships getting out of here once the sails are ready.” I shouted, half explaining the situation.Dorbo was partly hidden behind the rear mast firing his wand. “Bout time. They keep comin’ on.”We spent the next few minutes, long ones, holding back the tide. Arrows, scorching rays, and magic missiles flew. I had no missile weapon and felt quite (understandably I thought) shy getting too close after all that had happened to me so far. But any sahuagin that got aboard alive I attended to. I even got a Bane spell off. Things were going well. We might survive after all.Bynara let out a cry. “We’re moving!” I could feel the deck lurch, and turned to see Albus standing near the main mast. Sailors were crawling in the rigging- the mainsail had been loosed, others were working on the topsail. Albus stood with his hands upstretched giving the natural sea winds a little boost; the canvas filled and swelled.The Swiftsure began to move slowly away from her stationary sister.A few sailors cheered. The fight still continued below, and I turned my attention back to the stern. I heard a great roar as I did.Whoa.Emerging at the rail was the biggest sahuagin I had yet seen. It stood nearly seven feet tall, with a huge head, and pale milky white skin. Unlike the others who had weapons, often strapped to their backs, this sahaugin had none. It didn’t look to need any either: it possessed four arms each ending with razor sharp claws.Bynara fired an arrow as it appeared, missing. Dorbo struck it with a volley of  magic missiles. The creature grunted as it set foot on the deck; it seemed to be more annoyed than hurt. It paused and flexed it appendages, roaring louder. I felt sort of impotent standing there with my sword. The creature looked strong and very angry. It noticed the vessel was moving, too.I glanced at the Anvils as the mirror images faded away.  Anvil was usually quite unflappable, or at least always appeared so, a trait I attributed to his inhuman appearance. Now, he bore a rather surprised expression on his metallic face. That wasn't a good sign.The Albino spoke, its words in thick, hissing Common. “Alllll are the gift and ssssacrifice of the Devourer. Drowning giftssss to ussss. Ssssubmit and I ssshall be merciful.”Damn the Devourer anyway. I wished I had a bow.</blockquote>

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