Iron Heroes: A Saga of Might

[mfloyd3]

The exhausted Xoria pushes herself erect, some small part of her grateful that if she is to die, it will not be on the tossing sea. She makes her way over to Punketah. "Have you heard of anything like this?" she asks the sorceror.

OOC: Xoria will be searching her own knowledge. Knowledge: Nature, Arcana, History, Geography, all at 8-. Has she heard of anything like this before?

 

[Walking Dad]

Olmar
Defense 13 (FF13), HP 27/34, F +5,R+4,W+4; Ini +2 ; Fury Pool 0/12; DR 1d4

"Whatever it is, now we cannot sink. Don't like magic." Olmar says pragmatically, scratching over his burned flesh.

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I will let my Fury pool deplete outside of combat. Please note when we are able to convert reserve points to hit points.

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Reserve Points: 34 / 34

Pick (gripped with both hand and Power attack 1):
1d20+4 - 1d6+6 - 20/x4

In berserker rage:
1d20+5 - 1d6+8 - 20/x4
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[Dr Simon]

Xoria can't recall any reference to anything like this before; she'd be sure of she'd heard of such things. Underneath the coral and barnacles, however, it looks like some kind of gigantic mollusc shell. It occurs to her that Wade, professed hunter of sea monsters, might know something. Pity he's belowdecks with a fever.

Punketah shrugs, although he looks upon the scene with a hungry look in his eyes.

"There's been an increase in the ships lost at sea these past few months," he murmurs. "Perhaps we've just found the cause."

Sigurd orders the crew to check the ship for damage. "I want her seaworthy if we find ourselves afloat again," he shouts.

A figure emerges from the hull-shack, heavily cloaked in a black oilskin, its face cowled. It raises one hand and beckons a "come hither" gesture.

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You can convert reserve points at leisure now.
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[mfloyd3]

Xoria considers. She has no desire to answer the creature's summons, and if ships are disappearing, that certainly bodes ill for the meeting. But scant hours ago the crew was planning to throw her to the sharks. If the ship is doomed her next actions matter little. But if there is a chance to be saved, then she had best curry favor with the crew.

"Captain," says Xoria. "With your permission, I will go to the shack and...discuss matters with that creature."

 

[Dr Simon]

"I'll come too," says Punketah.

"No," says Sigurd quickly. "I need one magician here in case something attacks the ship. Olmar, Vela and Bjorn will go with Xoria."

 

[Walking Dad]

Olmar
Defense 13 (FF13), HP 34/34, F +5,R+4,W+4; Ini +2 ; Fury Pool 0/12; DR 1d4

Olmar nods and moves toward the sorceress. No point in arguing right now.

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Reserve Points: 27 / 34

Pick (gripped with both hand and Power attack 1):
1d20+4 - 1d6+6 - 20/x4

In berserker rage:
1d20+5 - 1d6+8 - 20/x4
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[mfloyd3]

Xoria nods to Olmar as he approaches, then nods to Vela. Then the sorceress turns to Bjorn, poker-faced.

 

[Shayuri]

Vela gives Sigurd an appraising look, then takes a deep breath. She was but a grain of sand in the storm now. At the mercy of the howling wind. If Sigurd plotted to leave them behind, then they would be...either now, or over the side in their sleep.

She went to stand beside Xoria, staying at her side as the motley procession made their way towards the strange figure in the improbable hut atop the impossible island.

 

[Dr Simon]

A rope ladder is dropped over the side of the ship for the exploratory party to use. Some of the other surviving crewmen, supervised by Frithof, also climb down to survey the damage.

"You realise this is a set-up?" says Bjorn quietly as the group picks its way over jagged outcrops of coral coated with slippery weed. "You three who tried to hijack us, and me because I questioned the captain's authority. It would be nice and convenient if we got left behind."
In front of the shack is an open plaza where somebody has made a crude but impressive mosaic from shells, depicting a huge nautilus surrounded by three tiny humanoid figures. The figure who waved to you darts behind an outcropping as you approach, where you can see glimpses of its dark robes as it skulks back and forth.

"Come no further," it orders, the voice is that of an old woman broken with age. "I mean you no harm. We can help one another, you and I."

 

[mfloyd3]

Xoria eyes the figure. "As you wish," she says, halting her steps. "I am Xoria. This is Vela, Olmar and Bjorn. Our captain has sent us to find a way to free the ship. Who are you?"