Except the eyes being missing, and a leg that looks broken beyond comprehension, all looks normal, until what looks like a green hand of mist creeps out of the dragon born. The hand grabs you and you seem to ha e burst of memory from the dragon borns life, and his death, him being killed by what looks like a Bomb of sorts. After this is over you seem to be back in the present, with a broken leg, the same one that was broken on the corpse of the dragon born.

Would we be able to notice this broken leg?

If you are looking at the area we’re the elf is, yes 

Mislynn looks in shock at Sariel’s broken leg, then walks forward to drag her a safe distance from the dragonborn. She places a hand on her leg and casts a cure wounds spell.

HP: 9

"Gods! What in the Nine Hells happened to my gods-damned leg!?"
With the healing magic wrapping around her leg she begins to get her breathing back under control. She looks up at Mislynn.
"Cin...Cin na-nin siniath beleg mellon."*

"Umm, if I might, everyone...until we learn more about what's going on with this ship, I would advise all of you to keep distant from any more dragonborn with green mist emanating from their bodies. Their injuries...appear to be contagious."

She tries to struggle back to her feet. "That being said, I think I saw something - like, a vision of the man's death, maybe?" 

(*Elvish: You...you are my new best friend)

“Okay, this is a PSA. Please avoid any bodies exhuming, exhaling, or otherwise spouting green mist. It will break your leg, and show you death.” Sam says, still dumbfounded over what just happened.

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"Gods! What in the Nine Hells happened to my gods-damned leg!?"
With the healing magic wrapping around her leg she begins to get her breathing back under control. She looks up at Mislynn.
"Cin...Cin na-nin siniath beleg mellon."*

"Umm, if I might, everyone...until we learn more about what's going on with this ship, I would advise all of you to keep distant from any more dragonborn with green mist emanating from their bodies. Their injuries...appear to be contagious."

She tries to struggle back to her feet. "That being said, I think I saw something - like, a vision of the man's death, maybe?" 

(*Elvish: You...you are my new best friend)

 Sariel can very much walk(we’ll limp for that matter, but your walking speed is now 20 and ignore you dash make a constitution saving throw) but the pain is still great, more glimpses of the dragon borns life, but they are faint

Feeling her knee buckle as she stands up, Sariel leans heavily on the bars of a nearby cage to steady herself, taking in a sharp breath and blinking the stars out of her eyes.

"This is decidedly non-ideal. I may end up needing some help if we end up in a foot race."

"Do you hear anything from abovedecks?" she asks the men by the stairs. "Is anyone coming?"

While waiting for an answer from the people by the stairs, Mislynn hands Sariel her quarterstaff to use as a walking stick.

(whoops i accidentally posted it three times. idk how that happened)

„It doesn’t sound like it. Actually it seems suspiciously quiet.“ 

Alley moves toward the entrance, but stops to look back at the others.

“I think we need to check. They werre talking about a storrm, so I feel like something is about to happen.“

“Well, if we’ve made this much noise already, I think that there’d be someone down here by now.  I say we all go through to get a look at what we have here, and the weather.”  Johan says as he makes a move to open the door, pausing to see who’s on board.

(OOC: I’m going out of town for a little while.  I don’t think we’ll have any internet, so feel free to bot me if I disappear)

Alley nods and joins Johan at the door.

Shouldering her pack, Mislynn follows Alley to stand beside Johan. “I think a few of us should stay down here just in case we get caught.”

as you peak in, you see that the top deck is empty, except for one tall, brawny, red dragon born standing on the deck, looking at the storm

‘I say we pin him, but we don’t kill him.  I need to know... some things.’ Johan whispers to the group.

“Can I help with the torture? I’ve never done that before...” Sam whispers back from the back of the group.

Kotch seemingly ignores most of the conversations that has Transpired, able to catch the rude remark Sariel had muttered to the other Elf by the simple sight of their lip movement but choosing not to acknowledge it. He instead stood 5 feet from any one person, keeping everyone within the room at a distance. He does take note of the strange mist and its apparent effects. Once everyone begins to move out of the Brig, Kotch remains behind so he is the last one to exit and ascend. Under his breath, He begins to whistle a very soft tune.

He is not making eye contact with anyone and his hand is resting on the grip of his weapon. 

(OOC Kotch is mad for being called out by the person who started the mess, It makes sense for his character; He has a loud weapon but prefers to be silent and gain an advantage on the person in his cross hairs. Im not annoyed or mad, just playing my character the way I intended.)

"Sam..." Sariel whispers as the group begins to climb the steps, "I know we just met, but I can't tell if you're kidding or not about torture. We're not seriously considering..."

“Well I’m not sure, but I kinda got torture vibes from this dude, and I’ve never done it before, so I just wanna see what it’s like.” Sam whispers back to Sariel.

Mislynn’s lips twitch into a small smile as she shakes her head. She nervously grips a dagger in her hand as she scans the deck closely for other members of the crew.