The Antigrol Tide (IC)
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Magyar Rhinehold, human rogue
Mag rushes up with the gnome, flummoxed for a moment by all the activity: The new people on board, the searing fog, and the general flurry of activity as the more experiences crewmen get the ship ready. As Colmarr moves off with his glowing crossbow bolt, Mag decides to follow the practiced Noonchuck. Pulling his gloves tight, he moves to help with the sails, following whatever direction the veteran of the seas has to offer.
Mag rushes up with the gnome, flummoxed for a moment by all the activity: The new people on board, the searing fog, and the general flurry of activity as the more experiences crewmen get the ship ready. As Colmarr moves off with his glowing crossbow bolt, Mag decides to follow the practiced Noonchuck. Pulling his gloves tight, he moves to help with the sails, following whatever direction the veteran of the seas has to offer.
Jdvn1
Hanging in there. Better than the alternative.
"I don't..." instinctively, Malachi gets visibly angry at the fog. He waves his arms round and concentrates, which causes... a light? Yes, light. His body starts glowing a bright light, pushing away the fog. "Where did you bring this fog from?!"Mallak said:
[sblock=OOC]Casting Nimbus of Light, which causes my body to shed bright light for 30' and dim light for an additional 60'... next round, I will cause the light to coalesce around my arm and I'll shoot it into the most dense part of the fog, if I can determine one.[/sblock]
Drowned Hero
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Troth steps down from his high position "I help with the ruffian" he runs over the newcomers and helps out. "Let me help the laddie up first Captain" "I take the anchor straight after this!" he grabs the rope and starts pulling up, he uses his elbows tu pull and moves the body rhythmically backwards "drag as i do laddie, i get you up in no time"
Use Rope +3
Use Rope +3
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
First Post
Grondar - Human Thug
It a gate to the Abyss.
screams Gorndar without any knowledge in those things.
He throw the body that he already holds to the water and rush to do whatever task
the captain want him to do.
It a gate to the Abyss.
screams Gorndar without any knowledge in those things.
He throw the body that he already holds to the water and rush to do whatever task
the captain want him to do.
The wind swirls around Wakil as he cimbs the rope up the side of the ship, aided by Troth. The fog billows away from him on the wind, and closes in after him.
Wakil reaches the deck quickly, then turns around to help Troth haul in the ruffian. A chocking, gurgling scream has begun, and the rope is growing heavier and heavier. With a suddenness that leaves the two men stumbling backwards, the rope comes free with an audible twang. Upon drawing the now slack rope the rest of the way up the boat, they discover the loop Wakil had tied still intact, but empty.
Malachi glows with a terrible golden radiance in the harsh moonlight. The fog along the railing disintigrates under his brilliance. Turning toward the bow, he raises his arm and points. The light grows thicker down to his wrist, then bursts forth in a solid beam. Where the beam touches, the fog ceases to be.
Captain Ben shrinks back from Malachi, a look of awed terror on his face. "Wha-- What are you!? Colmarr!!" Turning, he sees Colmarr and the light enveloping the poop deck. "Good work, Colmarr!" he shouts, running up the ladder. "I have the helm. Get some more of those arrows going, place them around the perimeter of the ship! Denther, as soon as we clear this fog, we need your eyes up high!"
Below, Braer is feeling better now that the blood has ceased to flow from his body. He is less lightheaded and feels he could likely stand and move about, if he did so carefully.
The rest of the crew is busily working on making the ship ready to sail, and very soon the rushing wind fills her canvas, and they are away, speeding toward the mouth of the inlet.
[sblock=OOC]Grondar, how many bodies did you throw over the side of the boat before you left off? One, two, or three?[/sblock]
Wakil reaches the deck quickly, then turns around to help Troth haul in the ruffian. A chocking, gurgling scream has begun, and the rope is growing heavier and heavier. With a suddenness that leaves the two men stumbling backwards, the rope comes free with an audible twang. Upon drawing the now slack rope the rest of the way up the boat, they discover the loop Wakil had tied still intact, but empty.
Malachi glows with a terrible golden radiance in the harsh moonlight. The fog along the railing disintigrates under his brilliance. Turning toward the bow, he raises his arm and points. The light grows thicker down to his wrist, then bursts forth in a solid beam. Where the beam touches, the fog ceases to be.
Captain Ben shrinks back from Malachi, a look of awed terror on his face. "Wha-- What are you!? Colmarr!!" Turning, he sees Colmarr and the light enveloping the poop deck. "Good work, Colmarr!" he shouts, running up the ladder. "I have the helm. Get some more of those arrows going, place them around the perimeter of the ship! Denther, as soon as we clear this fog, we need your eyes up high!"
Below, Braer is feeling better now that the blood has ceased to flow from his body. He is less lightheaded and feels he could likely stand and move about, if he did so carefully.
The rest of the crew is busily working on making the ship ready to sail, and very soon the rushing wind fills her canvas, and they are away, speeding toward the mouth of the inlet.
[sblock=OOC]Grondar, how many bodies did you throw over the side of the boat before you left off? One, two, or three?[/sblock]
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unleashed
First Post
Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard
Knowing he can’t make any more of the arrows, Colmarr stops and concentrates for several moments delving deep into his own being, before four glowing spheres of light which resemble will-o’-wisps form and move to scour the fog from the ship. As they progress around the ship they dip and dive amongst themselves, and look as if they are playing.
OOC
[SBLOCK]Colmarr uses his dancing lights spell-like ability, lasts 1 minute.[/SBLOCK]
Knowing he can’t make any more of the arrows, Colmarr stops and concentrates for several moments delving deep into his own being, before four glowing spheres of light which resemble will-o’-wisps form and move to scour the fog from the ship. As they progress around the ship they dip and dive amongst themselves, and look as if they are playing.
OOC
[SBLOCK]Colmarr uses his dancing lights spell-like ability, lasts 1 minute.[/SBLOCK]
Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue
"First the wind, then the crossbow bolt, now this fog ... I realize I struck out on my own to find magic," Mag mutters as he works, "But I could really do without all the magic I encounter trying to kill me!"
"Suppose it's better than if it succeeded, huh?" he finishes dryly, flinching at the bolt of light flying across deck. Then he takes note of the person flinging magic about, and all his cynicism and sarcasm drop off into astonishment:
"Did you see that, Noon? He's human!"
"First the wind, then the crossbow bolt, now this fog ... I realize I struck out on my own to find magic," Mag mutters as he works, "But I could really do without all the magic I encounter trying to kill me!"
"Suppose it's better than if it succeeded, huh?" he finishes dryly, flinching at the bolt of light flying across deck. Then he takes note of the person flinging magic about, and all his cynicism and sarcasm drop off into astonishment:
"Did you see that, Noon? He's human!"
