GreyCastle OOC - will do. 

OOC - Alfie is no longer a PC for the forseeable future. She will be the ship's Bard, but not playable. 

Tauii OOC - Yes, he did. Unless you had fumbled. :D

Sal's Wisdom saving throw: 16

Sal will awaken with a strange feeling in her mind. She realises that there isn't time to don her armour, so she pulls her holy symbol around her neck and grabs her shield and healer's kit. (Mystra, Guide me to where I should be) she prays as she makes her way out of the medic's quarters.

Sal's Initiative roll: 18

 Edit: Forgot the CON saving throw: 10

Carolinas CON ST 15 Not sure if we all needed a ST or just Rook. Disregard if not needed.

Carolinas Initiative 11

He wakes up to Bruz's call and says, "Confounded it all!"

Running up on deck he yells, "Archimedes get away!" his owl flies in the air a safe distance from the ship. 

OOC: What is the current wind speed? Need to know for potential spells. Also is the main sail down?

That evening, Nimar thoroughly enjoyed the brassala for dinner. It took him back to his time in the port of Luskan – the taverns, the food, the women. It even tasted like it had mouse meat in it! He had tasted one of a similar recipe before and thought the mouse added great flavour to the dish. The dwarf would have to compliment the chef later on his fine cooking.

He licked his plate clean and left it by the door to his cabin before turning in for the night.

Wisdom saving throw: 19

The bosun awakened with a start. His instinct for danger flared, honed by his lifetime spent on the wild seas. He got up quickly and grabbed his warhammer and shield. There was no time to don his armour, and he head out in just the shirt and undergarments he had been sleeping in.

Nimar burst out onto the deck and beheld the strange sight before him. -What in the Nine Hells?!- He surged forward instinctively to aid the green boy against the being from the depths.

Initiative: 15

Constitution saving throw: 8

Rook feels the cold stare of the dwarf on him and replies "ah, fer, fer checking the hull, sir?  I checked every inch and marked it as best I could, well, until I ran out of chalk, sir."  He continues to make a few brief glances around for Bruz but otherwise tries to be respectful to the bosun.

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Rook is busy hustling, even if not the most efficiently, trying to keep up with his work when the motion of the ship is eventually victorious over his own constitution.  The boy vomits on the deck before making his way to the deck rail and clinging to it, donating the rest of his lunch to the creatures of the depths.  Feeling a bit better, he rushes to find a bucket and wash the deck down after his embarrassing incident but quickly regrets this activity and is back clinging to the rail once again.  The green boy, literally, suffers the abuse of the wind and the spray of the ocean in favor of some fresh sea air and plenty of room to carry on with his vomiting.  His urge to rush back to his work is defeated by the heaving pain in his chest and the gurgling feeling in his stomach.  He hopes he will not lose his position on the ship for abandoning his work in this way, but decides to take five minutes there.  Several hours later he is wet and shivering in the same position, struggling with the same thoughts.

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Rook awakes on the deck, head on the rail, later after dark and wipes... something... off of his chin.  He takes several deep breaths in and thinks he may be able to stand without getting dizzy or sick again.  Before he can do so, however, he sees the red glow approaching the ship and his eyes grow wide as he gazes at it, motionless.  For any onlookers, Rook seems to almost get excited all of a sudden, propping himself up with palms again the rail and leaning out, as if about to do a pushup.  He looks like he is completely enthralled by the light, and he gazes at it in wonder as the female shape takes form right in front of him.  As the sudden light from the heavens envelops him, Rook turns to lie on his back and stares up at both sources of light, eyes wide and not a muscle moving.

Initiative:  14

Con Save vs blinded (2 rounds, DC15):  21

Necmo - Wind speed is a steady 12 knots. The creature's pillar of water is keeping easy pace with the ship. 

All - the CON roll is for everyone to prevent temporary blindness from glare. 

Order of Initiative is Cubic, Sal , Nimar, Carolinas, Rook and Bruz although Rook is not really moving much at the moment. 

     The crew on deck is whispering in awe for the most part, some of them mentioning Neriads, Sea witches, Gods and Goddesses but no one is taking any action. The Captain comes out from his cabin along with the other Mates and he calls out "Make room! Get away from the boy, NOW! Master Ripple, any ideas?"  

    The female shape appears to be in pain as she holds the shifting sphere, her watery hands boiling away and reforming steadily. Rook doesn't appear to be in physical distress, however. 

 OOC - You can post your actions by order of Init, or post in advance with caveats and clauses to account for the actions of others. Those who failed the blindness roll with operate at -2 on any roll due to blurry vision. 

Sal would like to make a medicine check to determine what is ailing the two in front of her (both the water woman and Rook). Adding an Arcana check for the water woman to discern the type of creature she is. Will determine what she does once she knows what is happening.

Medicine: 10

Arcana: 12

Pokepaladdy - Arcana gives you that this is a sentient water elemental - a Nereid Neither all good nor all evil, but this one has been enslaved in some manner, as she is not attempting to attack nor flee. The contact with the black mass is what seems to be ailing her, and Rook is not ill in any way your Medicine can check. 

Carolinas takes notice of the somewhat strong sustained wind speeds -Fog or smoke is out of the question-

(To avoid metagaming) He would attempt to discern what is going on magically with this thing.

Arcana 18 (ok nevermind...yet another 1)

Carolinas feels too tired and cannot think clearly, especially since his eyes are blurred from Rook's light.

Since he cannot see anything clearly, he grabs a piece of cured leather, waves his hand from his neck to waist, and says, "Armor!" A sparkling dust envelops his body then dissipates within a second.

"Wait." Sal calls out as she approaches. "It is being compelled. That mass is the cause of this anguish." She begins to utter a prayer to Mystra. (Lady of Mysteries, help me see what is being veiled here) she brings her hands together and casts Detect Magic to look over the mass (will investigate it next round).

Carolinas says inquisitively, "The mass? We need to rid her of it!"

Rook clambers to his knees and just stares at the visage of the woman, and up at the light from the heavens.  He mouths 'Father, Mother' in a quiet, confused manner.  He looks down at his hands and for just a brief instance and then up at the ball of black energy.  It is there that, where others see nothing but the dark mass, Rook pictures a greatsword, both beautiful and dark, just for a split second.  In his confusion he reaches out for it, still on his knees.  The ball forms the image of the sword once again, a dark black metal like volcanic rock with shiny, silver runes running the length of the blade, a shining silver edge, a black and silver layered guard, and a long hilt with  silver stripes wrapping around and around it to the end.

With a soft sigh of relief, the Nereid collapses into the water column, disappearing into it's dark blue-green waters. The ocean drops back down  to it's normal level and the column of radiance vanishes. The young boy is left holding this runic sword easily, it's black blade high and seeming to absorb the little light nearby and emitting it again in the runes. 

Sal's Detect Magic reveals that, although the light beam was an obvious evocation, the dark mass was also evocation. In fact, her familiarity with divine powers hints that both these effects were from sources that are not innately evil. 

Sal walks over to Rook, her eyes filled with determination. "You know what this is, don't you?" She says in a slightly sterner tone than usual. "I think you should explain to us before the captain deems you bad luck on this ship." Her steely gaze becomes more of a caring motherly smile. "As long as you are here, I can try and help you through this."

"She's right, the captain probably wouldn't like towing along a water monster magnet." Bruz says to the lad, "That is, unless you could rustle up a few...agreeable...water nymphs, if you catch my drift." He continues with a huge grin and suggestive raise of his eyebrows. His stance is loose and unconcerned, at odds to the healer's initial sternest and the dwarf's wariness. In Bruz's mind however, he is calculating the positioning of the other's on deck and the threat that each one posed. He would deal with the boy if he was a true threat, but he assumed otherwise and would protect the boy until the lad proved him wrong.

Rook lies on the deck, shivering as Bruz and Sal approach.  He looks at Sal in fear but at least Bruz's words do not add to it.  The boy looks confused as he mutters "....Father....?" once again.  After a few moments of gazing up at his shipmates the boy is able to spit out "it... it said... it said I have to... use it.... to... to kill....undead?"  The boy looks at the swords with fear and confusion, but grips the handle tightly.