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The Captain, unfazed by the tossing ship growls in rage. Chandle manages to scramble up the rail, a leap of faith into the air she grabs the rigging attached to the main mast cross beam, her legs swinging freely over the angry waters below. Quickly the knot is untied, the freed rope lashes out, loosed into the wind it whips back and forth as the sail above comes crashing down. The second knot still tied, the sail comes loose, great billowing furls of cloth threatening to toss the rogue int the choppy waters below. Kallith follows scrambling up the ropes to brace herself on the cross beam, still many feet from the further knot. She ducks and holds on for dear life as the wind thrusts against her.
Octo, enraged slams the head of his enchanted axe into the side of the Captain, he grunts in pain, blood pouring from a vicious slash, exposing the bone of his ribs. Somehow the Captain seems to shrug off the worst of the attack and continue to pummel the Minotaur. Dornin, words of power coalesce in front of him, their power gathering before the weave thrusts forward to crash over the Captain, he continues to fight on.
The captain hammers blows down on Octo's head and shoulders. The two matched in height and girth like two titans they parry, thrust and bash each other, trying to gain the upper hand. The hammers drive the axe forwards, an opening is seized as the metal heads impact with Octo's ribs. The captain then throws his arms outward, the captured lightning dancing along their lengths it erupts, a sphere of energy, cascading blue lightning dancing 15' in all directions. His energy spent, his captured lightning expended he pushes into the Minotaur to knock him over.
Hammer strike against Octo: Attack: 19 Damage: 7 plus 2 Lightning damage
Hammer strike against Octo: Attack: 17 Damage: 4 plus 2 Lightning damage
A sphere of lightning erupts from the Captain, catching all 4 of you in its radius. Dexterity Save DC 12 or take 8 lightning damage, Half on a success.
Initiative
Your group<----Your turn, any order
The Captain is bleeding from multiple wounds but still raging with the storm. His energy is spent.
If you move 15' or more please make a dexterity save DC 10 or fall prone.
The second Knot (marked in red) is still tied. Skit is hollering at you as the ship, with an out of control sail is threatening to lose complete control. Only moments remain, as the waves grow in size and fury along with the Captains own Rage.
Dornin sees his magic fail, it has never done that before. His disbelief is suddenly met with a surge of pain as the lightning blast shocks through his entire body pushing hin to the ground, his face hits the deck once again however, this time, he blacks out. Dornin now lies on his chest on the deck unconscious, suddenly not feeling the rain upon his face. (Dex Save:7. Death Save: 1 Success)
Inch on inch Kallith moves towards the knot, when suddenly she gets hit by a wave of humming air that sends energy soaring through her body, making her limbs twitch involuntarily [Dex Save 11]. She groans in pain, but is unwilling to give up. Grimacing, she pulls herself the rest of the way, up to the knot. The druid pulls on it like instructed, letting the sails fall all the way.
Now once again able to concentrate on the happens on deck, she sees Dornin collapse.
She stretches out her hand, as if to guide the energies. "Her mercy is infinite." [4 healing to Dornin]
If the pulling of the knot was her action, Kallith will stay at the end of the crossbeam, desperately hanging on. Otherwise, she will dash, getting halfway back to the mast.
The sail crashes down, the wind catching the cloth, it furls out billowing recklessly. Rain, fat drops of warmth pelt the deck as lightning crashes into the ocean, closer with every strike. The Schooner suddenly rights itself, no longer pulled to a precipitous angle into the raging seas. Chandle grips the beam, her arms and legs clutched, wrapped about the wet slick wood. Kallith barely has the time to pull the cord before the whole ship shudders, she holds on for life, the waters below beckoning for her to release, to give in. To sink beneath the tranquility of azure waves.
With the energy surrounding the Captain expended, Octo strikes with all he has left, another clash of metal on metal. He forces the Captain into a defensive position, his axe biting deep into the mans shoulder. Blood sprays from the wound, his rage the only emotion still keeping the large man standing. He has shrugged off all that you throw at him and continues to fight, to press forward. Dornin hits the wooden deck, his eyes fluttering as Kallith extends healing magic to keep the Half-elf awake.
Anguish fills your hearts as the Captain continues to stand, to battle, to drive the Minotaur before him. He raises his arms, the sky flashes with electric blue radiance, lightning striking the metal heads at his beckoning. Once again, the hairs on his head and rain slick body stand on end. Small arcs of energy thrust outward from the Captain as he snarls in defiance. The hammers fling outward, caught by the leather thongs around his wrists, the lightning arcing into the night. Lashes whip back and forth to race towards Chandle, still clinging to the beam and Kallith on the opposite side, struggling to not fall into the angry waves below. The coil of blue energy unfurls, snapping at the two woman, threatening to wrap them in its explosive burst of energy and yank them off the beam and towards the captain standing with recalcitrance against your presence.
Lightning lash against Kallith: Attack: 18 Damage: 4 Lightning damage
Lightning lash against Chandle: Attack: 6 Damage: 5 Lightning damage
If the lightning whip strikes, make a Dex save DC 12. If it fails you are yanked forward 10' towards the captain and crash to the deck at his feet. Taking 3 Falling damage. If you succeed you remain clinging to the cross beam 15-20' out from the battling titans.
Initiative
Your group<----Your turn, any order
The Captain, Badly hurt, he battles on. Rage the only thing left to keep him standing. Lightning dances along his limbs, ready to be unleashed in an explosives sphere of energy. Or perhaps grounded into any body foolish enough to strike at him.
If you move 15' or more, please make a Dex check DC 10 or fall prone.
More lightning grips at Kallith like a solid mass, causing excruciating pain and trying to pull her off the mast. She clings on, seeing stars. [Dex Save: 21] She holds on, but momentarily thinks of nothing else than the pain, losing concentration on Octos magic weapon [Con Save: 4].
She creeps back to the middle of the beam, where it connects with the mast. From there, she sends healing energies to Octo, who looks in a bad way. Healing word: [7 healing]
Feebly, she also tries to hit the captain with her sling: Attack: 11, damage: 4 bludgeoning
Chandle is struck by the captain’s lash, she is violently ripped from her perch flung to the deck spasming. She crawls/rolls toward a pile of rigging attempting to hide. Her last action is to dump out her bag of caltrops in an unoccupied space near her.
Dornin snaps awake once again. Lungs filled with static as he coughs the viscous taste of metal from blood circling his mouth. He finds little strength to stand, full of anger in his soul, he stumbles back a few feet as raises his hand and launches the inky blackness once again, slamming into the captain. (Eldritch Blast: 21 Damage: 11)
In his rage, Octo senses the lightning building around the captain more than sees it. Knowing this may be his last swing if that lightning gets released, he swings recklessly at the man.
As he raises the axe above his head, he feels the familiar healing energy from Kallith wash over him, some part of him made aware that he was not alone. As the axe comes down, the temporary magic granted to it fades away.
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Chandle crab walks behind a secured pile of rope and barrels. Dornin stands, barely. Stumbling backward he hits the door, it flies open from the impact causing the Warlock to stumble back further into the Captains quarters. A ray of dense ebon darkness erupts across the distance. The Captain arches backward as the bolt strikes, a scream of pure hatred and rage escaping his distended jaw. Octo breaths, relentless his axe crashes down upon the electrified man, splitting him nearly in two. The lightning the Captain held erupts, a sphere of dancing, arcing bolts expand quickly, forming a deadly sphere of blue lit energy. It catches Kallith and Octo in its eruption.
Octo: Please take 5 Lightning damage for striking the electrified Captain.
Kallith, Octo. The eruption of lightning catches both of you in its deadly radius. Dexterity Save DC 12 or take 6 lightning damage, Half on a success
Kallith. If this is enough to knock her unconscious, she slips from the cross beam to slam into the deck below taking 1 negative death save.
The Captain pitches to the side, hitting the wooden planks with a loud still thump. A last expulsion of breath marks the end of this mans tyranny. The winds and rain end abruptly. The clouds stretching thin like gossamer threads then part to reveal a clear blue sky from horizon to horizon. The Schooner bobs in a placid glass like ocean.
Molly
After only a minute or so of searching. Molly has already discovered several trinkets and treasures. She had lived with these dead people for some time. She knew their physical secrets if not their inner demons. A love letter, retrieved from a small pillow still lingers with the love of its owner. The edges are well worn, handled and caressed as if the one who wrote it could feel the love instilled across space and time.
Sheela makes a noise, leaning in the doorway to the galley, braced against the rocking of the boat in the storm. "Not very respectful my dear. Pawing through the possessions of the dead. Besides, there is nothing of value there. Losers of the sea, every one of them." She continues to watch the blonde girl rifle through another bunk.
The ship leans upright, the pelting of rain ends. The Schooner bobs gently in the sea. "Looks like the captain has expended his rage. Now if you want to paw through he dead, lets go see what the new comers carried. Perhaps the Captain will be to tired to notice ad we can take what we want" Sheela shoves the last morsel into her mouth and swaggers to the stairs. Her head pops up from below decks, her jaw drops as the dead staring eyes of the Captain greet hers.
Initiative
We will remain in Initiative until all activities (death saves if necessary) are resolved.
Octo’s axe hits his mark, a great swing nearly cutting the captain in two, but costing him dearly as the remaining lighting of the captain drains his strength, bringing him to one knee. Then a ball of lightning erupts, knocking Octo on his back, sliding across the deck, his axe, clutters to the deck.
"Aaaargh!", Kallith feels her muscles pulling and twisting every which way, but she bravely holds on [Dex Save: 18]. She almost doesn't notice when the captain is felled, for she busy trying to stay conscious. Steam dissipates from her frazzled clothes, a singed smell all-present.
After half sliding half falling down the mast, the firbolg tumbles onto the deck, trying to make out her friends on deck.
She makes a hurried gesture at Octo, extending the mercy of Iallanis [healing: 7] to him.
Sheela stammers as she emerges from below, "Whoa, ah, look. We can work together alright. We need you and you need us" She seems to size you up, a bedraggled crew, Octo on his back, the Dwarf emerging from behind barrels, the Warlock, blood stained, hair in burnt patches. The Firbolg looks no better. She decides for diplomacy. "ah right, so ah no hard feelins k. we can drop you off where ever you want to go." The ocean is a serene cerulean blue, the dolphins have returned to play.
Kallith just lies there for a moment, totally exhausted. When Sheela makes her appearance, the Kallith flops onto her belly to get a better look, gauging the aggressive intent of the woman. When none was forthcoming, she allows herself less tension.
"At least you're interested in talking." she mumbles. "The captain was too busy turning into Stronmaus to notice that he was sinking his own ship."
The druid busies herself pulling splinters out of her toes and legs that she caught during the mast scrambling.
"What was his deal? Some sort of chosen?"
Kallith goes to have a look at the hammers that the captain was using, inspecting them. Perhaps these were what had given him his powers? The druid can't suppress a certain urgency in her movements when doing this. The control over the weather was... grandiose. What must it have felt like to have lightning at his fingertips? The raw primal force of it all.
Immersed in profound isolation, the Rhinemaiden was engulfed in a maelstrom of grief and madness as she bore witness to her beloved Captain's demise. Clutching her doll, Nettles—a haunting creation crafted from tattered fabric, seashells, and strands of seaweed—she stood in paralyzed despair. The doll's vacant sea-green eyes and rigid, silent limbs symbolized a chilling imprisonment more unsettling than the grave itself, casting a harrowing shadow over the scene.
Amid a tempest of emotions, Mad Molly teetered on the precipice of sinister laughter and profound sorrow. Her voice, carrying a dissonant serenade, filled the air with an eerie song. Her lyrics were a chaotic blend of intelligible words and manic outbursts, mirroring the turmoil within: "Haie ruhen nie amidst the coral; Delphine leap upon the waves. Yet eine Seele liegt ruhelos and awake,"she sang with a menacing allure, her gaze fixated uneasily on the doll that whispers in her ear. "Furchtsam of sea hags, krakens, und Tintenfischen gleichermaßen."
Clutching the sinuous doll, Molly's voice escalated into a cacophony of hysteria and accusation. "For your dolly Polly, Schlaf ist geflohen do not lass sie nicht zittern alone. For the herzlose, kalte Sea Hag bezahlt in Gold. Der Kapitän departs, leaving us with Trauer und das Echo nicht gehaltener promises."
The Captain's lifeless form offered no response, and the doll provided no solace. Molly's existence was a labyrinth of despair, her mind a maze with no exit—a soul tormented by the loss of a paternal figure and haunted by the oppressive silence of the inanimate.
Her frenzied soliloquy, bared before the crew, revealed her as an enigma of chaos—either a harbinger of potential havoc or the symbol of a mind descending into darkness. Amidst her tangled discourse, she recited a haunting eulogy lamenting her Captain's passing.
"Ah, poor Kapitän! Ich kannte ihn, Sheela—a Mann von unendlichem jest, of höchst exzellenter fancy. He hath borne mich auf seinem Rücken tausendmal, and now, how abhorred in meiner Vorstellung es ist! My gorge rises at it. Here hung diese Lippen, die ich geküsst habe I know not how oft. Wo sind deine gambols now? Your Lieder? Your flashes of Heiterkeit, that were wont den Tisch zum Lachen zu bringen?"
As her words lingered heavily in the air, Molly fixed her gaze on Skit and Sheela, commanding them to retrieve small remnants, pieces of the ship's sail torn from the mast to serve as a burial shroud. In the heavy atmosphere of the ship's deck, where shadows clung like cobwebs, her demand seemed almost an invocation, summoning forth the actions needed from the sea.
Molly tended to the Captain's wounds with somber diligence, preparing his body to be tightly wrapped in the sailcloth that would serve as his sea shroud. Alongside his body, she placed his treasured keepsake—a small box, like a miniature chest of buried dreams, tucked respectfully beneath his folded arms, enshrouding it with his mortal remains, readying him for a burial at sea.
Octo’s eyes hurt, as he is overwhelmed with the brightness of the lightning. But the pain in his eyes quickly dissipates, as does the pain from the bruises and cuts on his body, as things go dark.
Everything is black, darkness… but there is a smell. A familiar smell, one from home… what was it? Wet mushrooms? No… perhaps the smell of incense at a burial ritual…
His head aching, his eyes open. Laying flat on his back on the deck, all he can see is the blue sky. Whatever storm was just raging around them all, has died away, just as his rage has.
He hears voices and senses the movement of others. He should get up, but maybe in a minute. He is exhausted, from the fight, from the raging sea, and from his own combat rage.
And then there was that smell... what was it, so familiar, so… sad…
He finally sits up and sees the girl with blonde hair kneeling next to the captain’s body. He is unable to understand much of what she is saying, but her grief is palpable. Too exhausted to do much else right now, he watches her, trying to catch his breath.
Among all of those he has met in the world above, she is the most … peculiar … is that the word? The word will do for now. It’s not a word of judgement, after all, to many of those he meets, he is just a bull.
The storm calms as Dornin continues to stumble backwards. “I am alive..for now” he shouts to Kallith. He wipes the blood from his brow, it burns due to the salt in the air and he winces.
As Chandle brushes past him, Dornin suddenly realizes where he is, the Captain’s quarters. “There may be some documents around here to give us some answers” he says to Chandle. Noticing her wobbly stance, Dornin helps keep to her feet. (Dornin gives Chandle the Help Action, she can roll with advantage)
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Capatains Wisdom save: 19
The Captain, unfazed by the tossing ship growls in rage. Chandle manages to scramble up the rail, a leap of faith into the air she grabs the rigging attached to the main mast cross beam, her legs swinging freely over the angry waters below. Quickly the knot is untied, the freed rope lashes out, loosed into the wind it whips back and forth as the sail above comes crashing down. The second knot still tied, the sail comes loose, great billowing furls of cloth threatening to toss the rogue int the choppy waters below. Kallith follows scrambling up the ropes to brace herself on the cross beam, still many feet from the further knot. She ducks and holds on for dear life as the wind thrusts against her.
Octo, enraged slams the head of his enchanted axe into the side of the Captain, he grunts in pain, blood pouring from a vicious slash, exposing the bone of his ribs. Somehow the Captain seems to shrug off the worst of the attack and continue to pummel the Minotaur. Dornin, words of power coalesce in front of him, their power gathering before the weave thrusts forward to crash over the Captain, he continues to fight on.
The captain hammers blows down on Octo's head and shoulders. The two matched in height and girth like two titans they parry, thrust and bash each other, trying to gain the upper hand. The hammers drive the axe forwards, an opening is seized as the metal heads impact with Octo's ribs. The captain then throws his arms outward, the captured lightning dancing along their lengths it erupts, a sphere of energy, cascading blue lightning dancing 15' in all directions. His energy spent, his captured lightning expended he pushes into the Minotaur to knock him over.
Hammer strike against Octo: Attack: 19 Damage: 7 plus 2 Lightning damage
Hammer strike against Octo: Attack: 17 Damage: 4 plus 2 Lightning damage
A sphere of lightning erupts from the Captain, catching all 4 of you in its radius. Dexterity Save DC 12 or take 8 lightning damage, Half on a success.
Initiative
If you move 15' or more please make a dexterity save DC 10 or fall prone.
The second Knot (marked in red) is still tied. Skit is hollering at you as the ship, with an out of control sail is threatening to lose complete control. Only moments remain, as the waves grow in size and fury along with the Captains own Rage.
Chandle is hit by the captains arcing jolts. She however has a greater fear of drowning so she scuttles best she can to the next knot. She slips…
Dex save 7 for lightning Dex save for movement if necessary Dex 7
Dornin sees his magic fail, it has never done that before. His disbelief is suddenly met with a surge of pain as the lightning blast shocks through his entire body pushing hin to the ground, his face hits the deck once again however, this time, he blacks out. Dornin now lies on his chest on the deck unconscious, suddenly not feeling the rain upon his face.
(Dex Save:7. Death Save: 1 Success)
Inch on inch Kallith moves towards the knot, when suddenly she gets hit by a wave of humming air that sends energy soaring through her body, making her limbs twitch involuntarily [Dex Save 11]. She groans in pain, but is unwilling to give up. Grimacing, she pulls herself the rest of the way, up to the knot. The druid pulls on it like instructed, letting the sails fall all the way.
Now once again able to concentrate on the happens on deck, she sees Dornin collapse.
She stretches out her hand, as if to guide the energies. "Her mercy is infinite." [4 healing to Dornin]
If the pulling of the knot was her action, Kallith will stay at the end of the crossbeam, desperately hanging on. Otherwise, she will dash, getting halfway back to the mast.
The captain’s hammer and lightning is wearing Octo down, knowing he’s running out of steam, he swings as hard as he can:
Attack Great Axe: 14, dmg 14
(OOC: this time I did remember the magic weapon and added it in)
The sail crashes down, the wind catching the cloth, it furls out billowing recklessly. Rain, fat drops of warmth pelt the deck as lightning crashes into the ocean, closer with every strike. The Schooner suddenly rights itself, no longer pulled to a precipitous angle into the raging seas. Chandle grips the beam, her arms and legs clutched, wrapped about the wet slick wood. Kallith barely has the time to pull the cord before the whole ship shudders, she holds on for life, the waters below beckoning for her to release, to give in. To sink beneath the tranquility of azure waves.
With the energy surrounding the Captain expended, Octo strikes with all he has left, another clash of metal on metal. He forces the Captain into a defensive position, his axe biting deep into the mans shoulder. Blood sprays from the wound, his rage the only emotion still keeping the large man standing. He has shrugged off all that you throw at him and continues to fight, to press forward. Dornin hits the wooden deck, his eyes fluttering as Kallith extends healing magic to keep the Half-elf awake.
Anguish fills your hearts as the Captain continues to stand, to battle, to drive the Minotaur before him. He raises his arms, the sky flashes with electric blue radiance, lightning striking the metal heads at his beckoning. Once again, the hairs on his head and rain slick body stand on end. Small arcs of energy thrust outward from the Captain as he snarls in defiance. The hammers fling outward, caught by the leather thongs around his wrists, the lightning arcing into the night. Lashes whip back and forth to race towards Chandle, still clinging to the beam and Kallith on the opposite side, struggling to not fall into the angry waves below. The coil of blue energy unfurls, snapping at the two woman, threatening to wrap them in its explosive burst of energy and yank them off the beam and towards the captain standing with recalcitrance against your presence.
Lightning lash against Kallith: Attack: 18 Damage: 4 Lightning damage
Lightning lash against Chandle: Attack: 6 Damage: 5 Lightning damage
If the lightning whip strikes, make a Dex save DC 12. If it fails you are yanked forward 10' towards the captain and crash to the deck at his feet. Taking 3 Falling damage. If you succeed you remain clinging to the cross beam 15-20' out from the battling titans.
Initiative
If you move 15' or more, please make a Dex check DC 10 or fall prone.
More lightning grips at Kallith like a solid mass, causing excruciating pain and trying to pull her off the mast. She clings on, seeing stars. [Dex Save: 21] She holds on, but momentarily thinks of nothing else than the pain, losing concentration on Octos magic weapon [Con Save: 4].
She creeps back to the middle of the beam, where it connects with the mast. From there, she sends healing energies to Octo, who looks in a bad way. Healing word: [7 healing]
Feebly, she also tries to hit the captain with her sling: Attack: 11, damage: 4 bludgeoning
Chandle is struck by the captain’s lash, she is violently ripped from her perch flung to the deck spasming. She crawls/rolls toward a pile of rigging attempting to hide. Her last action is to dump out her bag of caltrops in an unoccupied space near her.
Dex save 10 stealth 17
Dornin snaps awake once again. Lungs filled with static as he coughs the viscous taste of metal from blood circling his mouth. He finds little strength to stand, full of anger in his soul, he stumbles back a few feet as raises his hand and launches the inky blackness once again, slamming into the captain.
(Eldritch Blast: 21 Damage: 11)
In his rage, Octo senses the lightning building around the captain more than sees it. Knowing this may be his last swing if that lightning gets released, he swings recklessly at the man.
As he raises the axe above his head, he feels the familiar healing energy from Kallith wash over him, some part of him made aware that he was not alone. As the axe comes down, the temporary magic granted to it fades away.
Attack Great Axe: 19, dmg 8
(Attack rolls against me have advantage until my next turn…)
Chandle crab walks behind a secured pile of rope and barrels. Dornin stands, barely. Stumbling backward he hits the door, it flies open from the impact causing the Warlock to stumble back further into the Captains quarters. A ray of dense ebon darkness erupts across the distance. The Captain arches backward as the bolt strikes, a scream of pure hatred and rage escaping his distended jaw. Octo breaths, relentless his axe crashes down upon the electrified man, splitting him nearly in two. The lightning the Captain held erupts, a sphere of dancing, arcing bolts expand quickly, forming a deadly sphere of blue lit energy. It catches Kallith and Octo in its eruption.
Octo: Please take 5 Lightning damage for striking the electrified Captain.
Kallith, Octo. The eruption of lightning catches both of you in its deadly radius. Dexterity Save DC 12 or take 6 lightning damage, Half on a success
Kallith. If this is enough to knock her unconscious, she slips from the cross beam to slam into the deck below taking 1 negative death save.
The Captain pitches to the side, hitting the wooden planks with a loud still thump. A last expulsion of breath marks the end of this mans tyranny. The winds and rain end abruptly. The clouds stretching thin like gossamer threads then part to reveal a clear blue sky from horizon to horizon. The Schooner bobs in a placid glass like ocean.
Molly
After only a minute or so of searching. Molly has already discovered several trinkets and treasures. She had lived with these dead people for some time. She knew their physical secrets if not their inner demons. A love letter, retrieved from a small pillow still lingers with the love of its owner. The edges are well worn, handled and caressed as if the one who wrote it could feel the love instilled across space and time.
Sheela makes a noise, leaning in the doorway to the galley, braced against the rocking of the boat in the storm. "Not very respectful my dear. Pawing through the possessions of the dead. Besides, there is nothing of value there. Losers of the sea, every one of them." She continues to watch the blonde girl rifle through another bunk.
The ship leans upright, the pelting of rain ends. The Schooner bobs gently in the sea. "Looks like the captain has expended his rage. Now if you want to paw through he dead, lets go see what the new comers carried. Perhaps the Captain will be to tired to notice ad we can take what we want" Sheela shoves the last morsel into her mouth and swaggers to the stairs. Her head pops up from below decks, her jaw drops as the dead staring eyes of the Captain greet hers.
Initiative
We will remain in Initiative until all activities (death saves if necessary) are resolved.
Octo’s axe hits his mark, a great swing nearly cutting the captain in two, but costing him dearly as the remaining lighting of the captain drains his strength, bringing him to one knee. Then a ball of lightning erupts, knocking Octo on his back, sliding across the deck, his axe, clutters to the deck.
Death Save 1: Fail
"Aaaargh!", Kallith feels her muscles pulling and twisting every which way, but she bravely holds on [Dex Save: 18]. She almost doesn't notice when the captain is felled, for she busy trying to stay conscious. Steam dissipates from her frazzled clothes, a singed smell all-present.
After half sliding half falling down the mast, the firbolg tumbles onto the deck, trying to make out her friends on deck.
She makes a hurried gesture at Octo, extending the mercy of Iallanis [healing: 7] to him.
That brings us Out of Initiative
Sheela stammers as she emerges from below, "Whoa, ah, look. We can work together alright. We need you and you need us" She seems to size you up, a bedraggled crew, Octo on his back, the Dwarf emerging from behind barrels, the Warlock, blood stained, hair in burnt patches. The Firbolg looks no better. She decides for diplomacy. "ah right, so ah no hard feelins k. we can drop you off where ever you want to go." The ocean is a serene cerulean blue, the dolphins have returned to play.
"Everyone good? Groan if you're alive."
Kallith just lies there for a moment, totally exhausted. When Sheela makes her appearance, the Kallith flops onto her belly to get a better look, gauging the aggressive intent of the woman. When none was forthcoming, she allows herself less tension.
"At least you're interested in talking." she mumbles. "The captain was too busy turning into Stronmaus to notice that he was sinking his own ship."
The druid busies herself pulling splinters out of her toes and legs that she caught during the mast scrambling.
"What was his deal? Some sort of chosen?"
Kallith goes to have a look at the hammers that the captain was using, inspecting them. Perhaps these were what had given him his powers? The druid can't suppress a certain urgency in her movements when doing this. The control over the weather was... grandiose. What must it have felt like to have lightning at his fingertips? The raw primal force of it all.
Chandle heads to the captains quarters post haste, if anyone had healing it would be the captain. She then begins rummaging through his stuff…
Investigation 4 oddly enough Chandle is distracted by a sudden onset felling of vertigo as if the boat were rolling and spinning, she sits down hard.
🥀Molly Munchausen🌊
Immersed in profound isolation, the Rhinemaiden was engulfed in a maelstrom of grief and madness as she bore witness to her beloved Captain's demise. Clutching her doll, Nettles—a haunting creation crafted from tattered fabric, seashells, and strands of seaweed—she stood in paralyzed despair. The doll's vacant sea-green eyes and rigid, silent limbs symbolized a chilling imprisonment more unsettling than the grave itself, casting a harrowing shadow over the scene.
Amid a tempest of emotions, Mad Molly teetered on the precipice of sinister laughter and profound sorrow. Her voice, carrying a dissonant serenade, filled the air with an eerie song. Her lyrics were a chaotic blend of intelligible words and manic outbursts, mirroring the turmoil within: "Haie ruhen nie amidst the coral; Delphine leap upon the waves. Yet eine Seele liegt ruhelos and awake," she sang with a menacing allure, her gaze fixated uneasily on the doll that whispers in her ear. "Furchtsam of sea hags, krakens, und Tintenfischen gleichermaßen."
Clutching the sinuous doll, Molly's voice escalated into a cacophony of hysteria and accusation. "For your dolly Polly, Schlaf ist geflohen do not lass sie nicht zittern alone. For the herzlose, kalte Sea Hag bezahlt in Gold. Der Kapitän departs, leaving us with Trauer und das Echo nicht gehaltener promises."
The Captain's lifeless form offered no response, and the doll provided no solace. Molly's existence was a labyrinth of despair, her mind a maze with no exit—a soul tormented by the loss of a paternal figure and haunted by the oppressive silence of the inanimate.
Her frenzied soliloquy, bared before the crew, revealed her as an enigma of chaos—either a harbinger of potential havoc or the symbol of a mind descending into darkness. Amidst her tangled discourse, she recited a haunting eulogy lamenting her Captain's passing.
"Ah, poor Kapitän! Ich kannte ihn, Sheela—a Mann von unendlichem jest, of höchst exzellenter fancy. He hath borne mich auf seinem Rücken tausendmal, and now, how abhorred in meiner Vorstellung es ist! My gorge rises at it. Here hung diese Lippen, die ich geküsst habe I know not how oft. Wo sind deine gambols now? Your Lieder? Your flashes of Heiterkeit, that were wont den Tisch zum Lachen zu bringen?"
As her words lingered heavily in the air, Molly fixed her gaze on Skit and Sheela, commanding them to retrieve small remnants, pieces of the ship's sail torn from the mast to serve as a burial shroud. In the heavy atmosphere of the ship's deck, where shadows clung like cobwebs, her demand seemed almost an invocation, summoning forth the actions needed from the sea.
Molly tended to the Captain's wounds with somber diligence, preparing his body to be tightly wrapped in the sailcloth that would serve as his sea shroud. Alongside his body, she placed his treasured keepsake—a small box, like a miniature chest of buried dreams, tucked respectfully beneath his folded arms, enshrouding it with his mortal remains, readying him for a burial at sea.
Octo’s eyes hurt, as he is overwhelmed with the brightness of the lightning. But the pain in his eyes quickly dissipates, as does the pain from the bruises and cuts on his body, as things go dark.
Everything is black, darkness… but there is a smell. A familiar smell, one from home… what was it? Wet mushrooms? No… perhaps the smell of incense at a burial ritual…
His head aching, his eyes open. Laying flat on his back on the deck, all he can see is the blue sky. Whatever storm was just raging around them all, has died away, just as his rage has.
He hears voices and senses the movement of others. He should get up, but maybe in a minute. He is exhausted, from the fight, from the raging sea, and from his own combat rage.
And then there was that smell... what was it, so familiar, so… sad…
He finally sits up and sees the girl with blonde hair kneeling next to the captain’s body. He is unable to understand much of what she is saying, but her grief is palpable. Too exhausted to do much else right now, he watches her, trying to catch his breath.
Among all of those he has met in the world above, she is the most … peculiar … is that the word? The word will do for now. It’s not a word of judgement, after all, to many of those he meets, he is just a bull.
The storm calms as Dornin continues to stumble backwards. “I am alive..for now” he shouts to Kallith. He wipes the blood from his brow, it burns due to the salt in the air and he winces.
As Chandle brushes past him, Dornin suddenly realizes where he is, the Captain’s quarters. “There may be some documents around here to give us some answers” he says to Chandle. Noticing her wobbly stance, Dornin helps keep to her feet. (Dornin gives Chandle the Help Action, she can roll with advantage)