Elustran Days

Wick uses a free action to shout at Dah'medre, "Dee! Try to keep that thing away from spider girl- She's more susceptible to its bite!"

He then turns to Thuluku (or where Thuluku should be). (What does he see, JC? Perception if need be: 7 (rolled on discord))

The missile careen into the bloodied hound as it pulls its jaws back from Alijurn. It seems clearly peeved and has a new target. Meanwhile, as Wick was knocked out, he cannot seem to place where the captain (not the dog) would be.

The Yeth Hound will now charge toward Ashe, floating upwards mid-sprint, and snap at her, Attack: 19 Damage: 15 piercing damage. However, the attack is blocked as the mage armor around Ashe flares like a warning signal.

Dahme’dre is now next!

(May not be able to post later today; on Wick's turn...)

Wick stills the strings of his lute and focuses his breathing. He whispers, "You're not the only scary thing here, you bastard."

The gnome casts dissonant whispers! 

DC 13 WIS save (and the effects of bane are still active) Damage: 10

Dahme'dre moves to stand by Ashe and whispers her usual tune, but in a dissonant tone. "You spent half of your life trying to fall behind. You're using your head, oh, to drown out your mind." Her magic cuts to the creatures psyche, dealing 13 damage. (Wis save, DC 13 for half, or use its reaction to flee.)

She draws her dagger to help defend herself, but she'll refrain from attacking if the opportunity arises. She can't risk letting her guard down.

Well, this should be interesting, Save: -1. Wooow.

The Yeth Hound turns as you invoke divine retribution. It falls dead on the spot. The life was just taken from it in an instant. Furthermore, separate from your magic, the body quickly begins disintegrating into magical essence. A sharp whistle cuts through the soundless void of the Ethereal and then barking ceases, as the hounds slip into the deeper ethereal.

COMBAT OVER! YOU... WIN?

(Hey that was my move! This is also the tune she is constantly humming, by the way, only more pleasant than deadly.)

Dahme'dre revives Alijurn, Curing his Wounds of 8 Damage. "There's more for the rest of you!" She shouts over the ship rail at any thing still clinging to the ship. 

You see that the rest of the hounds have left after the whistle.

Ashe remains still as if dazed, and mutters, "Stars..." under her breath as she looks at the yeth hound corpse before her. She has been close to death, certainly, but this encounter was especially horrifying for reasons unclear. After a moment, when everyone else seems to regain their own sensibilities, Ashe dusts herself off and puts some distance between her and the beast. She frowns and looks from the dead hound to around the area. Weren't there more enemies onboard? She feels like she is having an out of body experience and cannot tell if it has been seconds, minutes, or even hours right at the moment.

From the looks of it, the hound was the only creature that managed to leap onboard. The crew is distinctly shaken, but they did good in your abscense. Meanwhile, it’s almost impossible to tell how long you’ve been here. The already dilated sense of time present in the Ethereal is only further distorted by the time you spent unconscious. You have no idea how long you’ve been in here.

Alijurn awakens abruptly and a mace is swung an inch in front of Dahme'dres face. "YAArgh" Alijurn notices his saviour and pushes himself to his feet before bowing to her. "I am grateful." A short thanks. But a thanks none the less. "I have been close to death a couple of times, but...." The lawman shudders visibly. 

Wick carefully packs his lute and slings it across his back, then walks over to Ali and Dee to check on the dragonborn. (He whistles to Jean-Luc as he does. Animal Handling: 5)

"You gave us quite a scare, general. Need anything?"

 "Someone out there called them off." Dahme'dre says. Then she turns to the crew. "How long were you fighting?" She asks Trippinboar.

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Wick carefully packs his lute and slings it across his back, then walks over to Ali and Dee to check on the dragonborn. (He whistles to Jean-Luc as he does. Animal Handling: 5)

"You gave us quite a scare, general. Need anything?"

 The good Captain is currently sitting once more on Alijurn’s chest.

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 "Someone out there called them off." Dahme'dre says. Then she turns to the crew. "How long were you fighting?" She asks Trippinboar.

 Looking around, you find the elderly gnome tending to Thuluku, who is currently unconscious at the wheel. The gnome’s beard shakes with his speech, “About thirty minutes or so... Something happened with the planar engine, the reverb knocked you four unconscious and... well, the wheel hit the captain. She’s been out cold since. If she asked, a cannonball hit her.”

 "Did we finish the jump?" Dahme'dre asks as she helps move the captain to a more comfortable position, and checks her condition. (Medicine: (3)5)

Trippinboar just vaguely gestures to the monotone world around you, “Not so, lassie. We’ve been stuck in here, assailed by those hounds.”

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 "Did we finish the jump?" Dahme'dre asks as she helps move the captain to a more comfortable position, and checks her condition. (Medicine: (3)5)

 Dahme’dre pokes Thuluku in the eye. She doesn’t respond.

Dahme'dre sighs and grips the wheel. "Alijurn, quit playing with the dog, and tend to Thuluku." She calls, ignoring any hint of existential crisis, yet still offering the dragon something to occupy his mind. She tries to make it go. (Hopefully with better luck than her last check. Arcana: (1)8)

Embarrassed and annoyed, Wick tosses the manticore spine across the deck to get Jean-Luc off Ali's chest.

You grip the wheel of the Scylla and feel the same presence spread throughout the ship. You feel the ship lurch into motion once more. Your mind searches for the shift engine, something that is completely foreign to you. As you race through the planes, you feel the sheer speed of the world around you. Because of the nature of the helm, you are able to instantly attune to the ship. However, to fully utilize the ship, you feel your magic essence entirely bound to the engine. You are essentially a living battery right now. For as long as you are attuned to this ship, you cannot use spell slots. With that being said, you release the magical detonation and punch your way back into the Astral Plane. It is certainly an experience to be sure. 

Now...

Before you, in the swirling void of the Astral Plane, exists a pure, black spot in reality. A blank eclipse in the space between planes.

You feel the sheer gravitational force of it carries you along, like intense tides in a stormy sea.

Before you, dwells the Marble.

The Gateway of Everywhere.

"You know," shouts Wick over the maelstrom, "It isn't too late to turn back!"

(I think Jean-Luc, for the first time, is glued to the gnome's side and shaking.)