Marienna, seeing that Morwyn has taken another grievous wound applies her curing once again. Morwyn is once more treated to the healing warmth of her magic (18). His dagger slices the neck of the Sahaugin and blood sprays forth, but the horrible sharkman still stands. Rook, seeming a madman at first sheaths his sword and draws a dagger. He begins to run for the side of the ship passing behind Morwyn just as his blade finds the Sahuagin's neck. Rook leaps over the side parallel to the ships rail and grabs on to the rail with his left hand. He swings up resting his feet and one hand on the rail while plunging his dagger into the back of the Sahaugin Sorcerer. The Sahaugin arches his back and tries to cry out, but the neck wound prevents this. He stands fixing you with his harsh gaze then his eyes roll back. Slowly, he tumbles backward over the rail, blood still pouring from the wounds. It is all Rook can do to pull his blade free and not go over the rail he finds himself sprawled on the rail hanging by one leg and one arm still clutching the bloody dagger. The sharks in the water tear into the body creating a foam of blood and froth that the ship slowly sails past. For a moment you stare at the scene no foes left to face. The mysterious magical shadows clear and the cloud of solid fog dissipates quickly. Your reverie is broken by a cry of anguish from high on the main mast.
