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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 3475410" data-attributes="member: 46615">He looked at the shell in his hands, turned to me and nodded weakly. Then Stravarious pushed him and his friend into the welcoming water. It was almost as if I then witnessed a miracle. The triton looked to be waiting for death to claim him, yet upon entering the water he suddenly seemed invigorated. His skin was now a more vibrant blue and the scabs on his arms and body peeled away. His face emerged from the blue and yelled something in his own strange tongue, his voice strong and commanding. The other Tritons stopped their assault immediately, shaking their heads as if they had suddenly woken from some strange dream. They looked about them and on seeing their prince recognition flooded them as they put words, speaker and Rumscully Jack all in the right context.The tables had turned. Rumscully Jack was immediately surrounded by the Tritons. Our foes were now our allies. Jack dodged and jumped thrusts and prods from five tridents as he managed to break through the hedge of metal forks that encircled him. He ran without a splash across the water towards a narrow tunnel in the eastern rock face, leaving a diluted bloody trail behind him.Argonne saw the danger of his potential escape. He ran and then leapt from the bow of the boat in an attempt to drag Jack to ground, well water. Argonne is not a small man, but then neither is Jack. Arms outstretched Argonne sought to grasp his quarry, but Jack was nimble, Jack was quick (I apologise but even though it is a child’s rhyme it somehow seems appropriate as I write it). He saw the flying assailant and managed to push him away. A huge splash marked where Argonne struck the water.More arrows flew at Jack although did not strike their target, they speared the waters or clattered against the rock walls that were in front of their quarry. The Tritons sought vengeance for the imprisonment of their prince. They swam after Jack, encircling him once more. Two tridents penetrated his flesh and Jack screamed in pain and panic. He moved again once more to break free of the prince’s men. He managed to shake the persistent Argonne loose, who had managed to grasp onto Jack’s ankle in an effort to avoid drowning. Jack had almost reached the entrance to the tunnel, and freedom. If he managed to escape our mission would fail and I could not allow that!I grabbed my spear and with four bounding steps across the rickety landing I jumped. Time slowed, as it seems to in these life or death circumstances. I screamed. I cannot recall what it was that I screamed, but I can recall feeling anger and fear. The mighty leap cleared maybe ten feet of water before my spear bit deep into Rumscully Jack’s side. My momentum thrust the spear through his body and out of his belly and drove us both deep into the water. I released the spear and flailed, trying to swim. It was not something that I had ever been taught. We of noble birth do not swim, we bathe in scented tubs. Strong scaly hands gripped me tightly and hoisted me onto the landing. I coughed, spluttering water from my mouth. What I sight I must have made. My clothes were saturated and my hair hung dripping into my eyes. I must have looked like a drowned rat. My hat, broad brim ruined, bobbed up and down on the ripples beside Jack’s body.He was still alive, although only barely. The spear wound was deep, but after towing him to shore Mortec managed to staunch the bleeding. Rumscully Jack would hopefully provide some interesting answers for us.Moxadder quickly searched our new captive, finding some keys. Doubtless they would unlock the doors that had caused Moxadder such pain some minutes earlier. He and some of the others scurried off to investigate the locked room. I unsheathed Jack’s rapier. It was an elegant weapon of excellent workmanship, with the name “Eldritch Light” engraved at the base of the blade. It had a beautiful fine guard fashion with intricate curves. I gave it a few appraising slashes, tearing some of the sail cloth that had formed part of the barricade. It sliced through them with ease. Now I freely admit that I am no expert on swords or weapons, but this one was obviously far superior to my current rapier.Whilst I fenced shadows, drip drying in the process, the others returned. They were carting with them two chests that they had found in a concealed cavity in the wall of the room which proved to be Jack’s abode. The two chests contained a piles of coins, including some that were tarnished and dark. Morgan grimly muttered “Dominion coins.” And gave Strav a suspicious look. When pressed Morgan revealed that coins that spent significant time in the lands owned by the Dominion became blackened. Most common folk however cared not, for silver was silver, even if tarnished.Also amongst our spoils were vials of liquid. I took one that had instructions written on the label; ‘Understand the mind of men. Concentrate and nothing will be hidden from you.’ There were also various weapons of good quality, some rings and well made armour, including a suit of knights’ mail. I checked carefully for insignia but could find none. I had thought that it may belong to a family that I was familiar with. Finally there were the two horns, the first was Jack’s and had emitted the fog and the second had called the Tritons from their watery home. This horn was given to us as a gift by the Prince, who on parting from us said that if we needed his help, blowing the horn would summon his folk to our aid.The fish Prince also left us with advice as to where we may find a protected cove to sail Rumscully Jack’s longship which we had decided to take. All of our plunder was divided amongst the group. I kept the rapier and picked out a suit of light leather armour to replace my own which had had several cuts and slashes, and although repairable I saw no need as there were several excellent undamaged suits to select from.Whilst the others loaded the ship with anything useful that could be found I looked for some dry clothes. I did find some that would fit, however they were much too poor quality for me to bother with. I would have looked destitute, perhaps like Moxadder, if I had worn them. In the end I stuck with my own wet clothing and hoped that the breeze and sunlight remaining would dry me as we sailed.</blockquote>

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