The Four Lands - The Great North

Jaroth

"Nature herself will answer my call and harry our attackers, friends." Jaroth says.

Jaroth casts mage armor, greater and greater invisibility and barkskin on himself. Then he settles into the crow's nest and begins to call lightning to bring down the masts of the other ship.
 

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Vadric shrugs as Jaroth goes about his preparations. He smiles as he looks around at the others. "Well, I guess that settles it then. Jaroth will handle the enemy ships.'
 

"I have to agree with Bertrand. We should make sure we haven't missed any threats below.
"If we will be needed up here, there will be alarms and calls enough to hear before the enemy ships can close to attempt boarding."
 
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Sailing North

As Jaroth climbs the mast to the crow's nest, the rest of the pary descends once again to the decks below. Arriving in the hallway of the main passanger deck the party discerns that the other passangers are locked in their cabins and a through search will require them to gain entrance to berths or they can proceed to the decks and holds below.
 

Bertrand

Bertrand stops at his own cabin and has his men pack up their gear and prepare for boarders. He takes Rendii with him. "Let's finish checking out the hold."
 

Vadric takes the opportunity to stop at his cabin as well, gathering the rest of his gear. Better to be too prepared than not prepared enough. With Baldeward strapped to his arm, and Warsong hanging at his belt, the Knight of the Light looks ready to deal with any foe.
 


Sailing North

Jaorth begins his summons and the air begins to become charged with the feeling of electricity. Flashes of light can be seen over the horizon and they appear to be becoming brighter and moving closer.

Meanwhile the rest of the party checks their cabins and prepares for the defense/search of the ship. The man is till unconcious in Vadric's cabin and still appears to be unresponsive. AS varoius party members test their weapons and check their armour the air appears to be grim and one of promised violence. Descending three flights of stairs to the lowermost hold the party is welcomed with a rotten sulferish stench. The air is hot and moist with little or no breeze or fresh air reaching this area. In the feeble light generated by the party, various boxes, sacks and cargo necks can be seen in the middel hold section.
 

Vadric gives silent command to Warsong, lining the black blade in flames. He lifts the weapon high to provide some light by which to see as he moves into the hold.
 


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