The Antigrol Tide (IC)

Malachi returns the whisper, "True, but they are rather high up."

He then raises his voice to the shipcrew, "So you don't need help? We were under the impression you were being attacked and could use some help. If you are not in need of assistance, we have some unconscious ruffians to attend to."
 

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Grondar - Human thug

Sap in hand, Grondar still eyes the fog and the man in the boat.
I'll go to handle the pirates.
Grondar walks to the dead pirates.
Scums
he says and spit on the bodies, he put the weapon aside, search for anything else that could be in use for later.
Now you go to visit the sharks ... he he he
he says and start to drug the bodies, if no one objects he throw the bodies to the water.
 

The wind which Colmarr had felt high up has been steadily dropping to ground level, but picking up in intensity. It blows up the river mouth and chills all those aboard the ship. In the rowboat, where the occupants are wrapped in the fog like a thick wet blanket, the effect is even more pronounced. The boat begins to rock gently as the water becomes choppy.

The captain, staring down into the dense fog, quietly whispers to N'un T'Chauck,
"Have Denther and Grondar stand watch on port side, make sure they're not trying to slip around us. Then bring Troth and come back here." Down to the boat, he yells, "This is Captain Ben Turion of the Pander Ban. Who are you, and what is your business? What do you know of the ruffians who attacked my ship?"
 

Troth breaths more controled, but his eyes is still looking for a enemy. As his rage starts to end his veins are now in a normal state, he sits down as he slowly calms down.
 

"The fog is dense captain. I cannot see the men in the boat clearly." N'un T'Chauck reports to Captain Ben. "So far they have not done anything threatening. They claim to have one of our enemies in their boat."

N'un T'Chauck then goes to round up the other fighters on board and carry out the captain's orders. He calls out to them in a loud whisper. "Denther! Grondar! Captain wants you to watch the port side." Finding Troth sitting on the deck, he rousts him back up. "Come brother, the captain wants us on the starboard side... if you're up to it... I'll help you if you need it," he says offering a hand.
 

Magyar, human rogue

Mag takes the light and the captain's place, bracing himself against the sight of blood and his imagination going a little crazy with the thought of what this must feel like.

"I have a great-uncle who did a psychic surgery act," he offers nervously, "But somehow this seems a little ... different than goat blood and a pig's bladder, huh?"
 


Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Really, a psychic surgery act, that’s quite unusual...though I have managed to see such on several occasions during my time amongst humans. Hmm, yes I suppose it would seem different, especially becasue you know this isn’t an illusion, but blood is blood after all so I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” Colmarr comments offhandedly as he continues stitching.
 

Malachi looks at Wakil with a odd face, as if to say <How many times do we have to repeat ourselves?> "As we said before, we are Wakil and Malachi, servants of the god Adonai. As we said before, we thought you needed help. The ruffians also attacked us too--we were able to learn from them that there were more of them, and they were attacking a boat. We were told by Nerys Bevin to go to a Captain Ben Turion."
 
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