It Starts....or, the Beginning of the End.
The skies have grown dark, thunderheads are rolling in from the south and rain begins to drop as the winds begin to pick up. The shadow continues to grow larger on the starboard side, as the adventurers take their preperations, as a creature bursts out of the waves. It is huge beyond most imagining, two of its barbed tentacles as long as the ship and thick as a man's torso, while the other six are about half that size. Where the tentacles meet the lower half of its body a large beak-like mouth clicks open and closed in anticipation of the upcoming meal.
At the sight of this immense foe, the men begin to quiver, hearty man who've sailed the sea for years turn and run from the sight of this creature. The captain, Morgan Freegrove, yells over the wind
"Ye filthy sea rats, ye get yer arses back to the lines afore I cut you down meself!", drawing a cutlass for effect. The men return to their places, doing what they can to keep control of the vessel against the weather. He yells again
"Patch, Belar man the ballistas, I want that thing dead! 100 gp for whoever gets the kill shot!" as he heads towards the aft ballista.
One of the massive tentacles swings towards the deck, smashing into Rych and wrapping itself aroung the mage holding fast and squeezing the life out of him.
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Here we go. This will be a difficult encounter, so my apologies in advance if anyone perishes

. The NPC's will be busy tending to the ship, with the exception of the aid of three ballistas manned by the captain and two crew. You can take them over, but suffer the non-weapon proficiency with the weapon.
Rych is hit for 26 damage and is grappled.
19 - Baelor
15 - Mourn
12 - Vernon
11 - Maighan
10 - Sialilyth
8 - Kraken
6 - Iffy < - You're up
4 - Rych
Status:
Rych - grappled
Maighan - wild shaped
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