"Son of a ....." and Val put out his hand to the closest sahuagin and ice starts to form over its armor and flesh. (using Frostbite let me know if it saves) 1

Ooc:  is it time for an initiative update? How many are left?

Before the last sahuagin can act, a resonant conch shell sounds out across the deck of the ship. The source of the noise appears to be the leading sahuagin, who, noting his losses, appears to have called for a retreat. The final sahuagin on the deck in your area jumps overboard, just as the one knocked off earlier peeks its head over the side of the boat before disappearing below once more.

The sahuagin have retreated! Everyone gets 70 XP!

[Sorry about the wait, all. I had a long shift at work today, so I wasn't able to get on as early as I'd have liked to.]

Enna stows her bow over her shoulder across her body and makes her way to the sahuagin corpses on deck.

Retrieving what arrows of hers she can and inspecting the corpses.

Perception: 5

She says to the rest of the party: What was all that about?

"They are sahuagin, elf. They attack without cause or meaning if you linger near water." Whistle says as she heads towards the corpses.

Whistle kneels and begins to collect bolts from the sahuagin she shot. She eyes Saryn's wound and judges that it's not serious enough to make a commotion over, but may require resting on the ship when the group reaches Rotona Island.

"It looks like a good melee is enough to bring everybody out of the woodwork." Whistle says whilst eyeing the elves, the goliath and the svirfneblin.

"Introductions are in order, I believe. It appears that Dominique is the de facto leader of War Party D, and you may all call me Whistle." she says, gesturing to Dom before sweeping into a low bow.

"Captain Seafoam! How long before we dock? I am itching for solid land beneath my feet!" Whistle calls across the deck to the other genasi.

Irostine wipes his brow with a sigh: "First time I've seen these creatures, and I have a suspicion it won't be the last either. My name is Irostine, Iro for short. I am glad we have many talented rangers on this ship!"

He picks up his arrows and stands near the sahuagin bodies waiting for the captain's word.

 Dominique gives a short informal salute to the recrutes that gather up.

Dominique Westward, here to guide you. I haven't been awarded any actual rank yet, but I'll do what I can to make us fight as a cohecent unit. And it seems we have more bows then blades, which just means we best fight at range as much as possible and the frontlines job is to be a barrier rather then a battering ram.

He stows his sword and picks up the shuains spear.
It appears the sahuagin mistook us for an easy prey. Perhaps they expected merchant's or fleeing refugees. In any case, they know better now. Though I do say, this was enough training for the day. Time to clean up the mess.
He puts the spears away and grabs a mob to start cleaning up the blood pools.

I'm Igden, I been uh workin on the ship for a couple weeks. There wsw some sort of misunderstandin wit the capn. I'm wit with you  all now seeing as how the capn is supposin to be sending me off wit the next warrin party. Igden addressing Dominique. 

Auoogan. Order keeper. They won’t mess with us anymore, not after their verdict. Let me help you with that. Auoogan mops too, smiling.

Much Obliged, Brother Auoogan. The Capn has me swabbin the deck daily. 

I am Enna. Member of the Mercenary’s Guild and expert marksman. Contract ended with no way home. Figured I could use a change of pace.

As she finishes inspecting the sahuagin corpse and kicks it over the edge she places her retrieved arrows in her quiver. Retrieving her flask as she walks to a nearby barrel. She takes a large swig and she sits before stowing her flask again.

Attack for no reason you say? There's ALWAYS a reason!  She glances at Whistle with a smirk on her face.

"Hello all sorry i missed most of the fray. My name is Val it is and honor to make all of your acquaintances" Val immediately start to help clear the deck of the dead sahuagin. 

[Everyone is able to retrieve half the arrows (rounded) up from the battle.]

As everyone retrieves what arrows they can from the sahuagin, Captain Seafoam laughs at Whistle's comment. "So eager to be ashore again! I beg you for patience, cousin. We'll be on the sea for a week or so, though if I remember correctly, there were some stopping points at a few other isles along the way. Right?" Seafoam glances at a loxodon dressed in fine robes, who nods in response. She shrugs. "That's that, I guess."

(ooouuuhhh a loxodon!)

Iro helps the crew with the cleanup.

Thanks to the teams willingness to help, the deck is cleaned almost as quickly as it was soiled. Niceties and courtesies are exchanged upto and during dinner. Dominique tells the tale of sergeant Nutters and the Ganglywold Rangers stand against the Hobgob Raiders in the ruins of Shak're Noirs.

After dinner some archery practice is done on an improvised target board. 

[[rules are as follows: roll 3 ranged attacks with advantage (as there is no combat pressure). 1-10 is a miss, 11-13 is 1 point; 14-17 = 2; 18-20 = 3; 21+ = 5. Add the three arrows/bolts/daggers/sacred flames scores together for your total score]]

Dominique lines up first to set the bar

14  17  13

He chuckles a bit embarrassed as the first arrow misses the board entirely, but his second and third hit the inner section nicely, missing the bulls eye by only half an inch. He ends up getting a total of 6 points

 DM: Do I recognize the loxodon?  Perception:16

Ooc: not sure if I'm supposed to already know this person.

Enna approaches the practice area. Lining up each of her shots as if it were a real enemy starring down her arrow.

24 25 24

Pleased with her first shot a perfect bullseye, She first another perhaps a little too cocky just missing the inner ring. Steadying herself and regaining focus she lets her last arrow fly hitting the bullseye again but not as perfect as the first.

Very please with her score (12) she collects her arrow and takes a seat near by the watch the others.

That's how its done boys! She takes a swig from her flask.

(Does my natural 20 count as more than 5?)

(It gets stuck deeper making it harder to retrieve? The board has no vital weaknesses like organs or joints so its immune to crits)

Impressive shot! Dominique applauds only a perfect score can top that! Who's next? He gestures the rest to the little grey man to join in with them. 

Igden is a bit alarmed to be noticed. He notices with some disappointment  that there are no bets riding on the outcome and with some relief given the skill displayed.

23  17  16

*Slowly clapping*

Not often am I bested in the arts of marksmanship. You have done well friend!