A crewman excuses himself past Fist Talle and places a bucket in the doorway. "Just in case," he says, his hands full of buckets for other cabins as well.

"I don't think I'll be passing that message on," Talle responds to Shanolia. He nods to the crewman as he exits. "I need to get back to work. As you may notice... a storm's a'brewing," he says, attempting to copy Perrin's Amnian country accent. "Make sure everything is tied down," he adds before finally leaving. 

The night drones on. For some, they fall fast asleep as they're rocked by the sounds of rain and the roll of the ship.

Deep in the night, Polly wakes and crawls over to the bucket, relieving herself of her dinner. Afterwards she sees Shanolia in meditation and approaches cautiously. She stares at the dark elf's face for a few moments. When the ship shakes, she stumbles forward and hugs her. Staying that way until she finally falls back asleep. 

Woe's early night is a combination of intense abdominal pain and frequent visits to the bucket. Every time she thinks she's got herself under control, the sweats hit followed by labored breathing. The only way to find relief is to cleanse herself of her last meal, which at this point is merely dry heaving into her sleeve.

As some form of light finally appears in the window, a loud crack is heard. Suddenly the window's view is nothing but ocean. If not for the clasps that keep the windows secure in their place, the cabin would be filling with water. Right now, ocean water beads out from the window's rim as the whole ship tilts ever more vertically.

Shanolia softly rubs Polly's hair as she falls asleep in her lap, hugging the Elf's waist. She smiles gently, closing her eyes and returning to meditation - even through the crack and rapid tilting - focusing intently on not throwing up on the child, who's grip has tightened nearly to the point of being painful.

Zamar notices the water outside the window and feels the tilt of the ship. In spite of his limited nautical experience, he feels he knows what is happening. He calls out, "We've hit a big wave. I think they are trying to climb it. If they succeed, the ride down the other side is not going to be pleasant. And if we don't we may take on some water. Either way, I think we are going to be tossed about. Everyone needs to wedge themselves in and hang on for dear life." Seeing that Woe is in no condition to do much of anything, Zamar grabs tightly around her waist and tries to wedge himself into the cot with his legs and free arm. "Shanolia!" he calls out, "can you manage yourself and Polly?"

Perrin, unsure of how anyone is suppose to sleep with the world turning. Wakes up and offers up two prayers. One to Yondalla, his personal diety asking her for protection of their travels on the sea and of Polly. A second goes up to one of Yondalla’s Children Sheela Pertroyl the hafling diety of nature and weather. He asks her to calm the seas and provide us with calm weather for the rest of the journey. At the end of his prayers Perrin sits back up in bed, feeling better, and just stares out the window; kind of wishing he could be spending the night with Frank. 

"I've the child, she's here." Shanolia responds to Zamar. Pulling Polly closer and holding her tightly, she begins to whisper words of comfort into the sleeping girl's ear as she stands and moves towards the others, grabbing onto something bolted down.

Koll is thankful that he has not been afflicted with the seasickness that some of the others have. He tries to give Woe some words of reassurance. "This too will pass," he says. As the ship lurches up the stormy waters, Koll is unsure what to do. He grabs on to his bolted-down bunk and hangs on as best he can.

Singe clutches on to a post. He begins to recite every prayer to Tymora he knows, switching between Elvish, Dwarvish, Halfling, and Primordial.

Everything feels as though it starts to go in slow motion. From the hallway, the sounds of the storm outside reverberate as the hatch is opened. "Everyone!" The yells are soft, overrun by the noises of an angry ocean outside, "Brace yours-" The crewman's voice is shattered by another loud crack and the wooosh of the ocean flooding the halls. 

From inside the cabin, gravity seems to shift. At first you feel yourselves being pushed towards the aft windows. The shift is slight and ever increasing. Each of you instinctively grabs on to something bolted down. Immediately the shift of gravity moves to the starboard-side, flinging everyone towards the walls of the hallway. Both Perrin and Shanolia lose their grip, tumbling down into the wall. Polly is holding on to Shanolia tightly, whimpering "mama" over and over as the elf takes the full impact. 

Again gravity shifts, rolling to the ceiling, to the port-side, and finally back to the floor. As it shifts to the ceiling, Singe's strength gives out and he takes a hard fall, rolling as the ship finally rights itself. As the chaos of a tumbling ship starts to settle, there's the muffled noises of Zamar and Woe, both pinned against the wall and a cot. There's also the sounds of, "Help... please help," from the halls, and someone screaming in another cabin. 

(Singe - 8 damage)
(Perrin - 4 damage)
(Shanolia - 4 damage)

When the violent shaking and rolling finally comes to an end, Shanolia pulls herself into a sitting position with her back against a cot. Gently, she begins to pet Polly's hair, quietly singing an old Elven Lullaby as the child whimpers into her chest - a side of the Elf that few had the privilege of seeing.

Seeing that Woe and Zamar are wedges between a cot and the wall Perrin attempts to unwedge them. 

After doing so he says “So how is everyone after that shake up?”

//Athletics to move cot: 1d20+4 = 11+4 = 15//

"That was a bit rough, but I think we are ok," Zamar says. "Woe still looks a bit out of it. She seems to have taken the worst of the swells. I'm going to heal up Singe because he looks a bit worse for wear than the rest of us and then follow the cries for help and see if anyone else needs us. Anyone want to come along?" So saying, Zamar helps Woe back onto the cot,  throws a cure wounds on Singe, and heads for the door. 

Woe has been trying not to move all night. Just the visits to the bucket bring a short relieve of the horrible feeling in her stomach. But her body has nothing more to give. After not sleeping all night, she is exhausted. Her initial interest in traveling at sea has quickly parted ways to loathing the stomping boat. She is actually looking forward to get into the air next!!! 

When Woe hears Zamar say that he is heading out to check on people, she mumbles a quick thank you to him for keeping her safe. Then she gets up to follow him.... This night, they'll need all the healing spells they have...

Just as Zamar reaches for the door, it swings open.

"Singe!" A halfling calls over to him. "This is the time, brother! Now or never!" He moves aside to allow Zamar and Woe to pass. Alton looks a bit out of it. His eyes are dark and he's sustained a large gash on his forehead. Blood flows down the side of his face and drips into the small amount of ocean water that hasn't yet seeped into the cargo hold. 

Seeing the fellow hafling stumble with blood dripped down he rushes over to him and says 

“Hold on a minute. Let me fix you up real quick. There you go now. Singe you didn’t tell me your brother was aboard. Now what is he going on about.”

//Perrin used his Lay on Hands to give Alton 2 Hit Points back/stop his bleeding//

A bolt of fire hits the hallway behind Alton. As the wood catches fire, Singe waves his hand and the fire disappears. "YOU DULLARD!" He screams at the halfling, "We are not leaving this ship with people crying out for help! You can jump into the storm or make yourself useful!" Singe pushes Alton out of the way and dashes off after Woe and Zamar.

Perrin not really knowing what’s going on not wanting to get into a family feud simply shrugs his shoulders at the fellow hafling turns to Koll and Shanolia and says 

“You two should stay here with Polly. I’ll go help the others. I’m sure a Paladin is going to be welcomed.” 

He then proceeds to follow Singe, Woe, and Zamar out to help the others. 

Alton scoffs at Singe as the fire bolt narrowly misses his head. "You promised!" He calls after him. The halfing nods his appreciation to Perrin before geting a good look inside the cabin. Grasalfan Is attempting to regain his bearings. He was able to remain holding onto his bed throughout the whole ride. The ship still rocks heavily, but so far there's been no massive follow-up wave. Alton gives Shanolia a single look, saying... "Good thing she looks like her da, yeah?" 

Zamar and Woe find the crewman that was sent to warn the guests. He's sprawled out in the hallway, his arm bent sideways and blood pouring out of a gash where a plank has stuck him through the floor. "Help," he says, blood dribbling out of his mouth. "Please help." 

The screams come from a cabin further down the hall, nearer to the forward section of the ship and the stairs. As you recall, this was the other guest cabin. A man stumbles out of the cabin, face pale-white. "I...I..Inside..." he says, feebly gesturing for someone to come. 

Shanolia continues to softly rub Polly's hair as her grip loosens and her crying begins to subside, still quietly singing an Elven lullaby she's sure the girl can't understand. The Elf barely registers the departure of the others, being left alone with Koll and a Flaming Fist soldier she didn't recognize.

"...Sleepyhead, close your eyes, for I'm right beside you.
Guardian angels are near, so sleep without fear.
Lullaby, and good night, with roses bedight.
Lilies o'er head, lay thee down in thy bed..."

She begins to experience an entirely new feeling; the need to protect this child, this innocent being who's done nothing to deserve the evil in this world. To make sure Polly made it home to the family she still had. All else melts away as she looks into the scared child's eyes, a smile gracing the remains of her lips as she brushes the hair from Polly's face. Her singing lulls to silence, and she hugs Polly close.

"I will not let any harm come to you, Plentyn. Not for as long as I live."

Woe just feels a heat wave brush past her ear, then a fireball explodes before her face - then it vanishes... With a disapproving look at Singe, she follows Zamar out into the hallway. 

The crewman looks in bad shape. But the pale guy looks as though he has just seen someone die. Woe looks from one to the other. She places her hand on Zamar's shoulder "Thank you for your support during the night. But we need to still be strong. This is not over. We can do this!!" [one bardic inspiration dice: 1d6 for Zamar to use in the next 10 minutes]

Woe then gestures to Zamar to take care of the crewman on the floor, while she heads for the other cabin to see what has shocked the pale-faced guy to the bone...