Sailing North - The Storm
Looking to the sky to judge the weather, Jaroth is distrubed to see dark heavy clouds that block the moonlight forming to the south of the ship and moving in a northern direction. The winds are picking up moving from south to north then suddenly switching to east/west. Perfect conditions for the creatinon of a malstorm. The air is pregnate with moisture with the promise of heavy rains to come soon. Above the clouds the sky is lite with pulses of electrical energy that occasionaly spike down into the mass of black clouds below.
Calling forth light from his sword, Vadric in the blink of an eye causes the hold to go from dark with pale lighting to a brilliantly lighting some 20 feet in diameter. Golden/Silve flames dance along the blade of the raised sword as if in response to some need or pehraps rising to meet some type of foe.
Streching forth his senses, Anniston is once again hammered with a latent sense of malovelent evil that is focused in the bow portion of the hold.