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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jairami" data-source="post: 131962" data-attributes="member: 1148">I'd just like to say, moving sucks.  Oh, and loading 25 ft. Ryder trucks suck.  Oh yeah, and driving 25 ft. Ryder trucks from L.A. to Dallas sucks even more.  Tired Jairami.From what Collin and Frederick could piece together, the ship they have commandeered for passage required a crew generally of about twenty.  Even if their indentured servants were trustworthy enough to be given a free reign to work, that still left them numbering five sailors and five shorebound land-lovers.  The conspiratorial voice in Khuuld's head seemed to have finished whatever chanting it was that he had been doing for the last week or so and had taken to taunting Khuuld when not giving him some times obvious, and other times not so obvious, bad advice.  This was not helping Khuuld's temper--neither would the voyage to come.Collin came up with the idea of supplementing the people they had with Unseen Servants that could be summoned in pairs and could be stretched (if summoned only two at a time) to last most of the day.  After discussing with Caema, the party decided that skirting along the coastline at half-mast shouldn't be impossible for their skeleton crew and they set off with modest ambition to simply follow the coast all the way to the sea port a day's travel north of Galearon.When their boots were not slipping and sliding on the deck, they were pulling the wrong ropes in the wrong direction.  Caema, worried that every mistake would weigh on him did his best not to correct anyone (especially Khuuld) and to simply give new orders to try and correct mistakes.  Trying to direct things from his vantage point still rankled with Khuuld and after yet another slip and fall landed him on his rump his temper snapped and it looked Caema was going to lose his head over it.Frederick managed to talk him down, well, not really, but he did manage to keep Khuuld's sword away from Caema.  Khuuld was absolutely boiling inside.That night strange lights were seen both in the water and on the coast a little way off.Upon setting out the next day, enough mistakes were made that the sails remained slack despite the wind and little or no progress was made.  Furious, Khuuld slammed his fist down on the bannister running along the port side of the ship--and saw a drenched, yellow and black-green creature over six feet long scaling the side of the ship.Sliding his massive sword from off his shoulder he grinned and played with the notion of not sounding the alarm, but the decision was taken from him as two others hauled themselves over the starboard side.  Crewman gave off shouts and ran for cover as the first two straightened and revealed themselves as horribly disfigured female humanoids swathed in rags and seaweed.  Two more had made it onboard before the one closest to Khuuld began hauling itself over the bannister."Welcome aboard!" Khuuld shouted gleefully as his huge sword slammed into the one nearest him.  The large woman had shown impressive strength in her climb and was absolutely hideous to look at, but Khuuld's mighty blow nearly took her head off in a single swing and she fell back into the ocean just barely alive having not even set foot on the deck yet.Crewman fell wretching to the deck at the sight of the wart and oozing sores of the hags and they leveled dire gazes on any still standing.  Frederick met one of these gazes and fell lifeless to the deck, Andrew wiped the vomit from his chin and steeled himself, charging into the fray to place himself in between the starboard hags and the crew.  He found out that not only did the things move fast, but they also had long arms--long, *strong* arms--as he was battered just maneuvering into position.  Khuuld just grinned, ground his hands into the grip of his sword as his hands twisted around it, and let the rage he had been building wash over him.  The hag closest to him rent his chest open as he closed on her but he could hardly feel it as his blade wrenched down in a sickening crunch as he cleft her from collarbone to hip.Collin finishes his summoning just as terrible wounds open on the flesh of another hag at Tylette's intense stare.  The wolf seemingly made of fire that materialized infront of the wounded wretch took advantage of it's pain and sunk its fangs into it, trying to pull it to the ground.The wounded hag and her closest ally smashed the wolf into the deck, but upon its death it merely dissipated to be replaced by another as Collin finished casting again.  The third surviving hag moved to grab one of the cowering crewman.  Wrapping the terrified sailor in its monstrous hands, the hag edged towards the edge of the ship until Khuuld's sword burst through her chest from behind.Still breathing in gurgling gasps, it relinquished its prize and threw itself overboard after taking a huge backhanded swipe at the frothing Khuuld that nearly took *his* head off.  The two remaining hags, one injured and with another wolf attached to it, finding themselves routed lurched and fell overboard as well.Khuuld growled and panted as the red cleared from his vision, but as the severity of his wounds came back to him his eyes rolled up in his head and he fell over bonelessly.  The last sound in his ears, the cackling laughter of the mad voice gleefully celebrating.</blockquote>

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