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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 2688295" data-attributes="member: 37105">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.</blockquote>

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