Two sailors rush onto the deck and begin emptying a barrel over the side. The fish from the ships food stores begin to spill out into the water. Several of the sharks veer off to go for the bait while the others hang back. Malachi and Joren watch as the bull sharks get closer.
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Malachi watches as some sharks pull away, but focuses on several that continue pushing toward the ship. As the closest sharks get within 60 feet of the boat, Malachi points out to one and utters a unknown words under his breath, sending a spike of psychic energy toward the beast.
(shark has to make an INT 15 save or takes 2 psychic damage and subtracts 4 from its next saving throw. Nothing on a successful save.)
"Sharks?" The growing hubbub caused by the approaching creatures pulls Samir from his thoughts. Straightening his clothes and glasses, he gets to his feet and makes his way to the rail for a look. "I have always heard stories of sharks swimming up the canal, but I've never seen one myself. I'm at a bit of a loss for how I can help at the moment, to be honest."
Dunamis Blade drawn, Joren's echo stands just above the water's surface, 30' away, ready to (non-lethally) attack sharks that approach close enough.
He grimaces at Samir. "Despite there being a paucity of sharks in the Dalmodh Plains, and of ocean for that matter, I still think we are having little to fear from ordinary sharks hunting for dinner. What is worrying me is if they are somehow magicked up and sent by one of our enemies. I am thinking we hold on in case they are ramming us, and attack from range to discourage them, theoretically being enough if they are normal wild sharks."
Or at least I am hoping so, Joren thinks ruefully.
Vilus seeing what is going on from his height advantaged position, looks around to see what preparations are being made, reading the lips of the group he readies an eldritch blast for the moment the first shark gets within 120ft of the ship, hopefully what he's heard from fishermen in the past is true, smack one on the nose and they'll turn tail. If the action goes off the group will realise exactly where Vilus is, in the crows nest looking down on the crew, disguised as a slightly rotund tiefling.
The sharks continue to close in slowly, though one of them thrashes and submerges when Malachi's magic hits it. Just as Vilus prepares to let fly with his magic, though, the sharks scatter. Within a few moments, the water is perfectly still once more.
"Well what the hell was that all about?" Haymitch grumbles. "A waste of fish dumped overboard. We don't have enough food to see us to port. We'll have to stop and catch some more, but I'd like to get a little ways away from these waters first." He starts walking off. "Dammit!"
Vilus, still disguised as a tiefling in the crow's nest leans out peering Into the depths.
"There! A shadow!" He calls out gripping the railing and wobbling, he closes his eyes, dizzy and mumbles out "the eye, it's..." Before passing out, plummeting over the rails and slamming into the deck where he lays unconscious, still somehow in a tiefling form.
Malachi leans over the railing, shielding his eyes as he looks through the glare of the sun off of the ocean waves and ignoring Vilus for the moment. “I don’t think the fish distracted them, it was something else. Yes, Vilus saw it, look there!”
He points in the direction of the large moving shadow moving under the ship. “Something has scared them or driven them off.” He looks up frantically “Captain! What frightens a bull shark? Have you seen anything like this before?”
By this point, several sailors have gathered around Vilus, propping him up and checking him for a pulse. Captain Torm emerges from his quarters, removing a small pair of reading spectacles and blinking into the bright light of day. "What's this commotion!" He shouts.
His first mate rushes over to his side. "There were some sharks, captain, but they got scared off. Some of our folk say they saw something in the water that spooked them." Captain Torm blinks a few more times, striding over to the railing on the side of the ship and looking over the edge. First Mate Haymitch comes over to his side and joins him.
Torm looks up to the crows nest. "See anything from up th-" Then he notices the unconscious tiefling being unsuccessfully revived at the base of the crows nest. He looks back up and a down a few more times, connecting the dots. "Haymitch, the smelling salts."
"Aye," Haymitch responds, rushing over to Vilus' side with a small pouch of powder. He takes a pinch and holds it under the tiefling's nose.
"This thing you saw," the captain says to Malachi. "How big was it."
As Vilus comes to, he looks confused, then wholly unsettled, "it's sees us!" He shouts out, "a massive inky black eye. How fast can this thing go!?" He pushes the sailors helping him up away and corrects the orientation of his prosthetic leg under his illusory visage, which must look brutal to anyone not in the know.
Sidling up to the group he mutters, "it's not one of mine, but we're sitting ducks out here."
Two sailors rush onto the deck and begin emptying a barrel over the side. The fish from the ships food stores begin to spill out into the water. Several of the sharks veer off to go for the bait while the others hang back. Malachi and Joren watch as the bull sharks get closer.
(What does Malachi do when they reach 60 ft?)
Malachi watches as some sharks pull away, but focuses on several that continue pushing toward the ship. As the closest sharks get within 60 feet of the boat, Malachi points out to one and utters a unknown words under his breath, sending a spike of psychic energy toward the beast.
(shark has to make an INT 15 save or takes 2 psychic damage and subtracts 4 from its next saving throw. Nothing on a successful save.)
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"Sharks?" The growing hubbub caused by the approaching creatures pulls Samir from his thoughts. Straightening his clothes and glasses, he gets to his feet and makes his way to the rail for a look. "I have always heard stories of sharks swimming up the canal, but I've never seen one myself. I'm at a bit of a loss for how I can help at the moment, to be honest."
Dunamis Blade drawn, Joren's echo stands just above the water's surface, 30' away, ready to (non-lethally) attack sharks that approach close enough.
He grimaces at Samir. "Despite there being a paucity of sharks in the Dalmodh Plains, and of ocean for that matter, I still think we are having little to fear from ordinary sharks hunting for dinner. What is worrying me is if they are somehow magicked up and sent by one of our enemies. I am thinking we hold on in case they are ramming us, and attack from range to discourage them, theoretically being enough if they are normal wild sharks."
Or at least I am hoping so, Joren thinks ruefully.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Vilus seeing what is going on from his height advantaged position, looks around to see what preparations are being made, reading the lips of the group he readies an eldritch blast for the moment the first shark gets within 120ft of the ship, hopefully what he's heard from fishermen in the past is true, smack one on the nose and they'll turn tail. If the action goes off the group will realise exactly where Vilus is, in the crows nest looking down on the crew, disguised as a slightly rotund tiefling.
The sharks continue to close in slowly, though one of them thrashes and submerges when Malachi's magic hits it. Just as Vilus prepares to let fly with his magic, though, the sharks scatter. Within a few moments, the water is perfectly still once more.
"Well what the hell was that all about?" Haymitch grumbles. "A waste of fish dumped overboard. We don't have enough food to see us to port. We'll have to stop and catch some more, but I'd like to get a little ways away from these waters first." He starts walking off. "Dammit!"
Everybody make me a perception check
Vilus, still disguised as a tiefling in the crow's nest leans out peering Into the depths.
"There! A shadow!" He calls out gripping the railing and wobbling, he closes his eyes, dizzy and mumbles out "the eye, it's..." Before passing out, plummeting over the rails and slamming into the deck where he lays unconscious, still somehow in a tiefling form.
Malachi leans over the railing, shielding his eyes as he looks through the glare of the sun off of the ocean waves and ignoring Vilus for the moment. “I don’t think the fish distracted them, it was something else. Yes, Vilus saw it, look there!”
He points in the direction of the large moving shadow moving under the ship. “Something has scared them or driven them off.” He looks up frantically “Captain! What frightens a bull shark? Have you seen anything like this before?”
By this point, several sailors have gathered around Vilus, propping him up and checking him for a pulse. Captain Torm emerges from his quarters, removing a small pair of reading spectacles and blinking into the bright light of day. "What's this commotion!" He shouts.
His first mate rushes over to his side. "There were some sharks, captain, but they got scared off. Some of our folk say they saw something in the water that spooked them." Captain Torm blinks a few more times, striding over to the railing on the side of the ship and looking over the edge. First Mate Haymitch comes over to his side and joins him.
Torm looks up to the crows nest. "See anything from up th-" Then he notices the unconscious tiefling being unsuccessfully revived at the base of the crows nest. He looks back up and a down a few more times, connecting the dots. "Haymitch, the smelling salts."
"Aye," Haymitch responds, rushing over to Vilus' side with a small pouch of powder. He takes a pinch and holds it under the tiefling's nose.
"This thing you saw," the captain says to Malachi. "How big was it."
As Vilus comes to, he looks confused, then wholly unsettled, "it's sees us!" He shouts out, "a massive inky black eye. How fast can this thing go!?" He pushes the sailors helping him up away and corrects the orientation of his prosthetic leg under his illusory visage, which must look brutal to anyone not in the know.
Sidling up to the group he mutters, "it's not one of mine, but we're sitting ducks out here."