The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[jkason]

Magyar Rineholdt, human rogue

“Well Magyar only time will tell, but I can definitely take you through the basics of magical lore if you wish and if you have the time with your duties aboard ship.”

Mag brightens at the news. "I've always been creative. I'm sure I can find a way to fit both studies and work in."

At the activity, though, Mag's face falls again. "How much trouble do you think this might be? Suppose I ought to snag my armor?" he mutters, only half to the gnome.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth Human/Barbarian

"Ah, spit in a can! Noonchuck, Troth, trim those sails, we need more speed! Denther! How fast is she moving? Has she seen us, yet?"]

Not good... Captain gets jumpy.... not good.

"Aye!" Troth trims the sail as he was ordered to and feels how the ship, after a minute, begggins to move a little faster over the ocean surface.

 

[MummyKitty]

Captain Ben mutters an oath, one hand tugging at his earlobe and his eyes on Grondar's back vanishing below. "Braer, I'd like you to--" he starts to say, but his first mate is gone up the mast. "Ah, spit in a can! Noonchuck, Troth, trim those sails, we need more speed! Denther! How fast is she moving? Has she seen us, yet?"

At the captain's command, Noonchuck springs into the rigging and is quickly top sail, adjusting the rigging for full sail as the ship bears with the wind for maximum speed. If the unknown ship is where the lookout says it is (and Noonchuck doesn't doubt it, as he thought he caught a glimpse himself), at the very least we should be able to keep ahead of it until dark, unless it's a much faster vessel than ours...

He continues to scan the horizon for his own look at the other ship. He had sensed the concern in the captain's voice. Could it be pirates?

 

[mps42]

Denther Mosie

"Denther! How fast is she moving? Has she seen us, yet?"
To Denther's eye, the vessel is sleek, easily a match for the Pander Ban in speed, especially with the wind favoring her. She's still a long ways off, though. At the heading the Pander Ban is taking, they'll cross paths in under an hour, with the foreign ship still well astern. Another hour or two after that, darkness will descend on the water.
"She's spry, thats for sure. Looks like our equal in speed and the wind favors her over us. If we both stay the course, we'll cross paths in about an hour, them behind us.
"what you want to do cap'n? stay the course?
Nervous, Denther desperatly want to climb out of his lofty perch to the relative safety of the deck. But, he knows he's needed up here, so stays put.

 

[magic_gathering2001]

Braer shouts as he jumps down from the mast, "Calm down Captain, we don't even know if the ship is hostile yet and you're already loosing it! Now what did you want?"

 

[Mallak]

The ship does seem to move a bit faster as Troth & N'un T'Chauck get to work.

Suddenly and without warning, the ship lurches to port under a particularly powerful gust of wind. The whole ship seems like to tip, and the deck slants at a dangerous angle. For a moment, two, longer, the ship hangs that way, driven by the wind and cutting through the sea. Anything unsecured slides across the ship towards the port gunnel, including people.

Captain Ben stumbles to his left, one hand snaking out to grab at the helm. It rotates under his grip and he loses it, sliding toward the port gunnel.

Braer, standing next to him, lurches. It takes all of his concentration to keep his feet against the increasing pitch of the deck.

Perhaps it is his low center of gravity, but Colmarr, returning from the starboard side, appears to adjust his weight with ease, leaning back against the pitch of the ship.

Magyar, stepping forward to speak to the gnome, feels as if the deck practically leaps up to meet him. One foot raised in stepping forward, the other goes out from under him and he goes down hard, birching his chin against the wooden planking of the deck, then begins to slide slowly toward the port gunnel.

Grondar, just appearing from below decks dressed in armor and carrying a spear, loses his balance and tumbles backwards down the ladder. He lands hard at the bottom, cracking his head against the deck planks and seeing spots.

Up in the crow's nest, Denthar braces himself against the violent whipping of the mast, managing to keep himself securely wedged in place.

Below him, N'un T'Chauck, with lightning reflexes honed from years at sea, wraps arms and legs around spar and mast as the ship tilts. Below the big barbarian, Troth is not so lucky. He loses his grip and tumbles backwards, one leg fouling in the shards. There he hangs, a good forty-odd feet above the ocean, upside down, his leg twisted painfully in the ropes. N'un T'Chauck could probably climb to him, if he were careful about it.

Unmindful of it all, the ship continues to glide at her perilous angle, the driving wind filling her sail.

 

[MummyKitty]

"Never let your eyes leave the ocean while you are in its embrace," Noonchuck remembered the words of the Shaman as he had taught him the ways of the sea when he was young. He'd just narrowly missed being caught by the surprise gust, only his quick reflexes had saved him. To have not seen it coming though... seemed almost unnatural to the barbarian seaman. Perhaps the old one did not wish them to run from the other ship after all...

His thoughts were interrupted by the calls of Troth, who Noonchuck soon spotted in his perilous predicament. "Hold on brother, I will climb to you!" Noonchuck yelled. He worked his way carefully but quickly over mast and through rigging, while trying to watch both the sea for tell-tale whitecaps of another impending gust, and his shipmate hanging from the rigging.

"Turn with the wind!" he yelled down to the deck. He hoped running with the wind would let some of the wind out of the sails but not make the ship lose momentum altogether.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

It's no matter how strong the wind howls, everybody on the ship
can hear the shouts and curses coming from the lower deck.
Grondar is angry.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Colmarr holds his place leaning against the tilt of the ship, unsure if his balance will be quite so good if he moves. If he is within reach of a tied off rope or two that will reach those sliding towards the port rail he will try to throw it within their reach and also secure himself if possible, in case of another sudden change in the ship’s movements.

 

[Drowned Hero]

"Hold on brother, I will climb to you!"

with his legs twisted and stuck Troth swears and yells "gettme out of this damn ropes!"