The boat shook violently as it cut through raging sea, standing on the deck of a light cruiser you could make out the Port under siege from ships baring the flags of both the Legions of Hell and the hordes of the Abyss. Whirlpools, twisters and lightning churn the ocean surrounding the Port, cold rain lashing down eternally battering the Port and its surrounding sea. The blood war had arrived in earnest upon Mourns shores only to be meet with equal horror on fury from the inhabitants, you had heard mention of the horrors that dealt within the city but to see the fiends forces battling tentacled monstrosities rising from the depths of a raging ocean, winged adversaries amongst lightning wracked sky.
From behind you a rasping voice whispers barely above the storm "Ah they have arrived at last, the city feeds well at least." as you turn to the voice you are met with a figure standing roughly 6 ft, dressed in black torn robes, one arm ended in a skeletal white hand while the other was a shifting mass of tentacles holding on to a staff of bone. A flash of lightning throwing the figures features into relief revealing a harrowed and scared face with empty sockets where its eyes should have been beneath its hood. "My master has requested an audience with yourselves when we arrive." he says with a humourless smile. Raising his hand you feel the air vibrate slightly and the ship jerk forwards as the speed of the ship picks up as if the wind had caught the tattered sails.
Under my breath “How in the bloody hells did I let myself get caught up in this?”
Turning to the thing directing us toward the chaos ahead. “And just how do you plan to get us through that bloody mess?!? Smart thing to do would be to get some distance so as not to be noticed and sail in once the Port’s defenses have thinned them down a bit.”
Lookkng at the conflagration again I suddenly see that one of the ships has left itself open from attack from the sea in its zeal to take take the Port. “Torrwch hwyliau a dewch â ni i'r porthladd. Torrwch ar hyd eu stern ac ni fyddant byth yn gwybod beth sy'n eu taro.”
Translation from Draconic
Trim sails and bring us to port. Cut along their stern and they'll never know what hit them.
Talos draws his cloak closer, wiping the cold, unrelenting rain out of his eyes. The gnome's small stature means he's craning his neck to look up just as the black-robed figure and almost anyone else.
"An audience? I gather that is not conventional, or at least not for what passes for convention in the Port." He smiles grimly. "I suppose we'd better get to know each other before we get there. This is not a welcoming place, but that does not mean being welcoming is not useful."
"Talos Thunderfoot." He lifts a cupped hand. "At your service." A swirl of silver sparks materializes into his hand, coalescing into a throbbing, runic "T" that crosses itself twice, hangs for a moment, and then winks out of existence. (OOC: Talos casts Prestidigitation.)"Frankly, I'm tempted to trade you all in for an umbrella right now."Talos grins wanly."But don't worry. I think one troublesome bargain is enough for me."
”Wonderful to meet you Underfoot.” I unceremoniously pick him up and run up to the bow of the ship. Setting him on a crate near the rail. And point toward a ship coming up on our port side. ”You have some magic yes? Do you see that line coming out of the water at the stern of the ship? That’s the rudder. If you can disable that you can cripple their ship. They won’t be able to anything but sail straight ahead or stop. You can do it right?” Also taking out a length of rope and securing the gnome and himself to the ship rail before taking out a longbow and quickly stringing it.
Talos yelps as he is lifted off his feet onto the crate, and dusts himself off, huffily. "I'll thank you kindly not to bandy me about like a child's plaything! In the future perhaps you will ask before handling me like a sack of flour, yes?"
Talos squints into the distance at the ship and looks doubtful. "In the driving rain? At a fast-moving target? While on the deck of a ship in a storm? I appreciate your enthusiastic support, but I fear that may be a bit much."
"Perhaps you'll kindly tell us why it is so urgent that I shoot this rudder?" Talos strains to see what's on the deck of the ship and what has Matrim upset(OOC: Perception: 10), but he nevertheless takes a moment to try and assess how he might hit it.
(OOC: How close is the other ship and in what direction is it moving? What insignia or markings does it have?)
@Talos - You would note it as bearing the insignia and look of an Abyssal vessel roughly 60 ft ahead racing towards an opening in the docks, you can make out vaguely humanoid figures aboard it but cant tell the classification of demon. The ship has left itself open to an attack from yourselves as neither of the opposing fleets have realised that your ship is there, all of the Ports defences and fleet are engaged in the defence of the city currently.
Matrim - (OOC - Nothing special about the ship other than that it was open to attack, I figured one out of the bunch assaulting the Port ought to be vulnerable.)
”My apologies of course. My only goal is to have one less ship that can come after us. Taking out the rudder does that quickly with little risk to us. Unfortunately this isn’t going to do much to it.” I hold the bow up to emphasize my words. “But you can do this. Don’t rush, just breath. Find your target, use the lighting to to help you see it. Then wait till it’s in range and let loose.”
Once he glimpses that it's an Abyssal vessel laden with a demon crew and not something more customary in his experience, he understands Matrim a little better. "Ah. It is filled with demons. I see your point." He clears his throat and looks a little gray in the face. "One moment, please." He hops down to the deck from the crate and whips out an ink-stained quill, making a few hasty notations on the underside of his wrist.
Talos plants both feet on the deck and shields his eyes from the rain for a moment, extending the index finger of his free hand toward the deck. "Jotaro!" A thin lance of scarlet fire ropes down around his forearm, curling towards his hand. There is a subtle fwoosh! as it reaches the end of his arm, blossoming from his outstretched fingertip into a jet of flame that arcs over the roiling water and through the driving rain towards the rudder of the ship.
(OOC: Talos casts Fire Bolt, trying to target the rudder of the Abyssal vessel. Ranged spell attack: 12, damage: 9 🔥. If it is hit and the rudder is considered flammable, it "ignites if it isn't being worn or carried", as per the spell.)
"Quite the interesting group I have found myself apart of, Rotadore." He says as he reaches his hand out to meet his new crews then he will go to the edge of the ship and see how far away the closest ship is from him
“Edric. Rotadore. Our job is to keep him from getting shot at. I assume you know how to use those bows. Spread a bit and pick off anything that’s returning fire. Try to draw attention away from our artillery here.”I pat Talos on the shoulder “Keep hitting it. I don’t think it’s done quite yet.” Then I look to the ship to see if anything looks like it’s preparing to return fire and loose an arrow at it or at what ever is manning the helm if I can make it out. I turn to Judith “They will not let us by. The port is their target. They will not let us through to either capture it before them or bolster its defenses. But we can try to make sure that ship is no longer a threat. Now what can you do to help us?”
"I'm afraid I am not much of a fighter, but I can help ensure the others' attacks land true," she says, pulling out a small blue emblem from her robes. It begins to glow gently. "If anyone gets injured, I can also heal them. At this range that's about everything."