Scotley
Hero
Boat Ride
The crackle of electricity sparks forth from Rook's sword to strike the shadow and little streaks of lighting radiate out from the site of impact causing the thing to arch back, its pseudopod limbs going wide for an instant. The smell of ozone is in the air and Rook feels the hairs on his arm stand up. The shadow recovers though you sense that it is weak. It reaches (1d20+6=11) out for Rook, but he is able to avoid the blow with an almost causal twist of his body. The crewman with the glowing cutlass slashes (1d20+5=17) at the shadow's outstretched limb 1d100=5, and the blade cuts (1d6+3=5) off the shadowy hand just inches from Rook. A shiver seems to pass through the shadow and from the limb back it breaks into little shards of shadow than vanish into dark recesses of the boats like cockroaches fleeing a sudden light. A tangible silence hangs over the three boats and you stand or tread water weapons in hand. Nearby a fisherman sits in his boat staring open mouthed a piece of bait fish and a knife held carelessly in his hands. A couple of stevedores have stopped rolling a barrel to gaze in horror at the battle. A handful of crewmen stand at the rail of a nearby tramp freighter clutching belaying pins. A old man in a captains hat and an old stained blue imperial navy blazer sits in his little launch a pipe dangling from his lips the burning tobacco having fallen to his lap yet he seems not to have noticed. Finally, the silence is broken as one of the crewmen begins to reseat his oar in the gunnel with a clatter of wood and metal followed by a splash, "come on Charlie get your oar in the water and lets get the hell out of here." He looks plaintively to Captain Morwyn, "if it pleases the Captain, I humbly request he come aboard sir."
The crackle of electricity sparks forth from Rook's sword to strike the shadow and little streaks of lighting radiate out from the site of impact causing the thing to arch back, its pseudopod limbs going wide for an instant. The smell of ozone is in the air and Rook feels the hairs on his arm stand up. The shadow recovers though you sense that it is weak. It reaches (1d20+6=11) out for Rook, but he is able to avoid the blow with an almost causal twist of his body. The crewman with the glowing cutlass slashes (1d20+5=17) at the shadow's outstretched limb 1d100=5, and the blade cuts (1d6+3=5) off the shadowy hand just inches from Rook. A shiver seems to pass through the shadow and from the limb back it breaks into little shards of shadow than vanish into dark recesses of the boats like cockroaches fleeing a sudden light. A tangible silence hangs over the three boats and you stand or tread water weapons in hand. Nearby a fisherman sits in his boat staring open mouthed a piece of bait fish and a knife held carelessly in his hands. A couple of stevedores have stopped rolling a barrel to gaze in horror at the battle. A handful of crewmen stand at the rail of a nearby tramp freighter clutching belaying pins. A old man in a captains hat and an old stained blue imperial navy blazer sits in his little launch a pipe dangling from his lips the burning tobacco having fallen to his lap yet he seems not to have noticed. Finally, the silence is broken as one of the crewmen begins to reseat his oar in the gunnel with a clatter of wood and metal followed by a splash, "come on Charlie get your oar in the water and lets get the hell out of here." He looks plaintively to Captain Morwyn, "if it pleases the Captain, I humbly request he come aboard sir."
