Sailing North
Securing the prisoner, Bertrand steps to the door just as Finnian stumbles out is a slight state of shock and nausea. Then he moves to support his comrades in the next cabin.
Annsiton forcing the man away from the conflict and down the hall moves back to the doorway where he meets Bertrand. Vadric having gathered his senses is now standing just outside the doorway and with Bertrand and Anniston form a semi circle around the door allowing the to jointly attack anything that comes thru it. Finnian shielded somewhat by the trio in the doorway quickly regains his composure. Jaroth meanwhile stand in the center of the cabin. sweat now pouring from his face upon which a determined set of the mouth allows the party to guess he is deeply concertrating on something. As the party stands in the door, they are hit by a warm salty breeze of air that appears to be picking up force. The breeze flows down from the quarterdeck and into the hallway on into the cabin where it is pinning the mist agains the far wall.
For Vadric
[sblock]Standing in the doorway, warsong begins to sing in his mind as if it is expecting a mighty exchange of arms soon[/sblock]
For Bertrand
[sblock]The light gives some piece of mind and helps shield Bertrand from most of the evil prescence attempting to manifest in the next room. but Bertrand is still shaken by the scope of what is trying to form.[/sblock]
For Annistion
[sblock]Moving back into the area to support his team, Annistion is struck by an overwhelming sensation of negative energy tinged with great evil swirling in the mist[/sblock]
For Jaroth
[sblock]Successfully confing the creature to the mist, Jaroth is under great strain. He feels as if his body is weaking for the exceptional strain (-1 to you constituion). To his dismay he senses the creature is preparing for yet another assault to manifest on this plane. Gritting his teeth, Jaroth once again sets for his will to combat his foe...please roll a con and willpower check for me please[/sblock]