The man flies back over the rail into Joren's arms before the tall dwarf sets him back on his feet. "I owe you my life, Joren," he says, clapping Joren on the back before running back to the ropes.
The ship starts to turn, and the silks are adjusted to catch the wind at the new angle. The boat starts to navigate the emerging debris field with Haymitch at the wheel, steering around crates and barrels, along with splintered timbers and the occasional bloated corpse.
Vilus keeps an eye out for what he can do to help, losing his bulky tiefling form he lets the crew of the boat see who he really is as he rushes forward to help pull tension into one of the ropes to make it easier to tie off. squinting out at the debris he sees some of the floating bloated bodies and tries to determin how long these souls have been sunk for.
Malachi clings to the rigging along the main deck, keeping an eye out for debris and any sign of the creature he saw below the ship. He calls out obstacles in their path as the ship heads toward the shallows. “What’s bringing these wrecks up to the surface? Is it Deep Blue, or something else?”
Ashley fills with wonder as the wreck from below starts coming up. She heads to the side of the ship that is closest to it as the crew attempts to get out their ship out of the way. She watches with increased fascination and echoes Mal's curiosity as to what is making this happen.
The boat swerves to avoid obstacles, one hard turn after another, each costing the boat speed and time. Vilus goes unnoticed in the frantic but well-coordinated hustle of the crew. Then another thud strikes the bottom of the ship. The boat lurches to the side. A second impact strikes the opposite side of the boat, but it sounds different. This time, above the waterline, it makes a loud wet slapping sound. Everyone looking over the side sees the source.
A large, ink black tentacle, a goliath's arm span wide, is attached to the wooden planks of the hull just 2 feet below the railing. Then the black tentacle ripples with iridescent bands of colour radiating toward the tip rapidly. Suddenly the boat gives a small lurch downward, costing several sailors their footing.
(Everyone give a dex saving throw not to be knocked prone)
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The man flies back over the rail into Joren's arms before the tall dwarf sets him back on his feet. "I owe you my life, Joren," he says, clapping Joren on the back before running back to the ropes.
The ship starts to turn, and the silks are adjusted to catch the wind at the new angle. The boat starts to navigate the emerging debris field with Haymitch at the wheel, steering around crates and barrels, along with splintered timbers and the occasional bloated corpse.
Vilus keeps an eye out for what he can do to help, losing his bulky tiefling form he lets the crew of the boat see who he really is as he rushes forward to help pull tension into one of the ropes to make it easier to tie off. squinting out at the debris he sees some of the floating bloated bodies and tries to determin how long these souls have been sunk for.
Malachi clings to the rigging along the main deck, keeping an eye out for debris and any sign of the creature he saw below the ship. He calls out obstacles in their path as the ship heads toward the shallows. “What’s bringing these wrecks up to the surface? Is it Deep Blue, or something else?”
Ashley fills with wonder as the wreck from below starts coming up. She heads to the side of the ship that is closest to it as the crew attempts to get out their ship out of the way. She watches with increased fascination and echoes Mal's curiosity as to what is making this happen.
The boat swerves to avoid obstacles, one hard turn after another, each costing the boat speed and time. Vilus goes unnoticed in the frantic but well-coordinated hustle of the crew. Then another thud strikes the bottom of the ship. The boat lurches to the side. A second impact strikes the opposite side of the boat, but it sounds different. This time, above the waterline, it makes a loud wet slapping sound. Everyone looking over the side sees the source.
A large, ink black tentacle, a goliath's arm span wide, is attached to the wooden planks of the hull just 2 feet below the railing. Then the black tentacle ripples with iridescent bands of colour radiating toward the tip rapidly. Suddenly the boat gives a small lurch downward, costing several sailors their footing.
(Everyone give a dex saving throw not to be knocked prone)