The waves continue to pound on the Favored Clam and the clouds loom overhead threatening the ship with a fiercer storm. Captain Fray scatters his maps and sextant in a fit of rage. He stomps his way onto the deck and looks to the crow's nest to see if there is any news. "Beilrish do you see any land."bellows Captain Fray. "Nothing but this bedeviled storm and endless sea" hollers Beilrish. The ships cook Thib a heavy set man wrings his apron as he cautiously approaches the captain. Thib shakily says "Ca... Captain. We are um .. almost out of food an water."The only answer was a swift back hand to the man's face. "I know you fool." A moment passes and his angers cools "Just go back to your duty" Afterwards he prowls the deck like a caged panther. His crew giving him a wide birth. The crew grumbles about their empty bellies and look at the passengers with a dangerous glint with some seen idly sharping their weapons.
Twig listens to this exchange from behind the hatch leading below deck. "Awww. Rats! Why did I have to end up on a ship with a crew like this!" She thinks to herself. "That Captain's just as mean as any old centurion. I sure am going to have to step up my game by the sounds of it. If they're almost out of food..." She starts to make her way back to the cargo hold then stops, "If they're almost out of food and water, I better get my hands on some of it before they eat it all!" With that she hurries off to wherever they keep the food (not sure if they'll keep that all in the cargo hold, or if they will keep some in the kitchen), making sure to stay hidden along the way. She's not sure how these guys'll act if they catch her, but's she's sure they wont' be friendly.
Roland glared at the captain for a moment before shaking his head and getting up to go below deck. He knew sailors were supposed to be a tough lot, but had he known the captain would backhand his crew just for trying to be helpful, he might have looked for a different ship to Neverwinter. Well... considering they'd been lost, and stuck in this storm for days, the fighter was beginning to regret that he hadn't chosen another vessel.
He caught some of the glances from the rest of the crew as he left, but he ignored them... they were probably just scared and upset like the captain, he figured. He felt a little guilty about getting out of the rain while they battled the storm... but then, he was no sailor, hadn't been useful so far, and would likely just get in their way. Of course, he would come running to help out if they needed anything, but he thought now might not be the best time to offer his questionable assistance to the captain.
Below deck, Roland peered into the dimly-lit area, illuminated by a single hanging lantern. "Are we running out of oil as well?" he thought as he reached for an extinguished lantern, before thinking better of it. If they were also low on fuel, then there was no point in using it any faster than they had to. So the farmboy turned back toward the dim quarters squinting, trying to identify how many of the other passengers were already down here with him.
Zhernon scuttled about the ship quietly, not seeming to mind the wind and rain so much as others perhaps. If it were for the necessity of meeting someone in Neverwinter soon though they wouldn't be on this ship, instead sheltering somewhere a bit inland perhaps. Still, the kenku felt a bit of pity for everyone as the waves ravaged the hull and the frustration mounted though there was little they could do about it currently. Since there isn't much they can do about the storm, Zhernon decides to investigate the ship a bit further and see if there was anything suspicious or curious that caught his eye.
Tilsu heads below deck, checking to see if the crew has a ship doctor on board. Noting the crew's reactions to the passengers, he has his hand on his mace's handle as he goes about.
Zhernon will try to get closer and see if they can see who is chanting or understand what is being said. If they see anyone else coming down their way, they will hold up a clawed finger to their face quickly in a "shh" sign and point towards where they heard the chanting.
As Twig tries to skulk around the ship she feels a grasp on her shoulder with an iron grip. The first mate Althea turns Twig around "Now who do we have here? A stowaway hiding like a rat. You better start explaining"
Zhernon quietly moves closer and sees a sailor staring into a bowl of water softly chanting. They can't make out most of it, but hears the word Umberlee repeated. The sailor dips a finger in the bowl and begins to scribe runes on the main holds floor. The water in the bowl churns and the storm outside seem to worsen. He as a glazed expression with blank eyes.
The ship begins to creak and groan as the waves pound on the ship violently jostling the ship.
(Everyone can hear the storm worsening and ship creaks and groan)
Zhernon tries to recall if they've heard Umberlee before. But then they are going to try and rush the sailor and disrupt the ritual they are trying to perform, knock over the bowl and scratch the runes if they can. He will aim to make as much noise and clatter as they possibly can as well.
"Gaaaaaaaaah!" Twig yelps when the hand grabs her. "I-I uh." She makes her eyes as big and sad as she possibly can. "I didn't mean to! It was an accident! Some mean men were chasing me and I just needed a place to hide! I didn't know the ship was about to leave!" She cries, "What are you going to do with me now?" She stares at Althea with her giant eyes.
Performance? (She's telling the truth, for the most part anyway. She's just acting pathetic.): 20
The sailor falls over limp and whispers "Its too late"His eyes remain glazed as he begins to wither as if the water in his body was being drained somehow. The rune flares brightly sickly green for a moment as Zhernon scratches the runes out.
A crack forms and spreads to the outer hull. Water start spurting from the cracks and soon the hull gives way to a sizable hole. A torrent of sea water rushes in unabated.
The waves continue to pound on the Favored Clam and the clouds loom overhead threatening the ship with a fiercer storm. Captain Fray scatters his maps and sextant in a fit of rage. He stomps his way onto the deck and looks to the crow's nest to see if there is any news. "Beilrish do you see any land." bellows Captain Fray. "Nothing but this bedeviled storm and endless sea" hollers Beilrish. The ships cook Thib a heavy set man wrings his apron as he cautiously approaches the captain. Thib shakily says "Ca... Captain. We are um .. almost out of food an water." The only answer was a swift back hand to the man's face. "I know you fool." A moment passes and his angers cools "Just go back to your duty" Afterwards he prowls the deck like a caged panther. His crew giving him a wide birth. The crew grumbles about their empty bellies and look at the passengers with a dangerous glint with some seen idly sharping their weapons.
What do you do?
Captain Fray
Twig listens to this exchange from behind the hatch leading below deck. "Awww. Rats! Why did I have to end up on a ship with a crew like this!" She thinks to herself. "That Captain's just as mean as any old centurion. I sure am going to have to step up my game by the sounds of it. If they're almost out of food..." She starts to make her way back to the cargo hold then stops, "If they're almost out of food and water, I better get my hands on some of it before they eat it all!" With that she hurries off to wherever they keep the food (not sure if they'll keep that all in the cargo hold, or if they will keep some in the kitchen), making sure to stay hidden along the way. She's not sure how these guys'll act if they catch her, but's she's sure they wont' be friendly.
Stealth: 8 (Well she just got a critical fail...)
Roland glared at the captain for a moment before shaking his head and getting up to go below deck. He knew sailors were supposed to be a tough lot, but had he known the captain would backhand his crew just for trying to be helpful, he might have looked for a different ship to Neverwinter. Well... considering they'd been lost, and stuck in this storm for days, the fighter was beginning to regret that he hadn't chosen another vessel.
He caught some of the glances from the rest of the crew as he left, but he ignored them... they were probably just scared and upset like the captain, he figured. He felt a little guilty about getting out of the rain while they battled the storm... but then, he was no sailor, hadn't been useful so far, and would likely just get in their way. Of course, he would come running to help out if they needed anything, but he thought now might not be the best time to offer his questionable assistance to the captain.
Below deck, Roland peered into the dimly-lit area, illuminated by a single hanging lantern. "Are we running out of oil as well?" he thought as he reached for an extinguished lantern, before thinking better of it. If they were also low on fuel, then there was no point in using it any faster than they had to. So the farmboy turned back toward the dim quarters squinting, trying to identify how many of the other passengers were already down here with him.
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(The food and water is located in the ships galley kitchen and storeroom next door)
(Ok I'll say she was headed for the storeroom. Either way she rolled a critical fail, so if anyone is down there, she's in for it. lol)
Zhernon scuttled about the ship quietly, not seeming to mind the wind and rain so much as others perhaps. If it were for the necessity of meeting someone in Neverwinter soon though they wouldn't be on this ship, instead sheltering somewhere a bit inland perhaps. Still, the kenku felt a bit of pity for everyone as the waves ravaged the hull and the frustration mounted though there was little they could do about it currently. Since there isn't much they can do about the storm, Zhernon decides to investigate the ship a bit further and see if there was anything suspicious or curious that caught his eye.
(Perception: 15)
Tilsu heads below deck, checking to see if the crew has a ship doctor on board. Noting the crew's reactions to the passengers, he has his hand on his mace's handle as he goes about.
Perception: 18
There are no ship doctors.
Deep in the cargo hold Zhernon hears soft chanting behind one of the large timber being transported.
Twig keeps an eye out for anyone or anything that might peek her interest. She is still headed for the storeroom though.
Perception: 11
Zhernon will try to get closer and see if they can see who is chanting or understand what is being said. If they see anyone else coming down their way, they will hold up a clawed finger to their face quickly in a "shh" sign and point towards where they heard the chanting.
(Stealth: 13)
As Twig tries to skulk around the ship she feels a grasp on her shoulder with an iron grip. The first mate Althea turns Twig around "Now who do we have here? A stowaway hiding like a rat. You better start explaining"
Tilsu heads back to the passenger's quarters, going to his cot. He takes the moment to ritual cast Detect Poison and Disease.
Tilsu does detect some poisons in the Captain quarters and some of the sailors have scurvy.
Zhernon quietly moves closer and sees a sailor staring into a bowl of water softly chanting. They can't make out most of it, but hears the word Umberlee repeated. The sailor dips a finger in the bowl and begins to scribe runes on the main holds floor. The water in the bowl churns and the storm outside seem to worsen. He as a glazed expression with blank eyes.
The ship begins to creak and groan as the waves pound on the ship violently jostling the ship.
(Everyone can hear the storm worsening and ship creaks and groan)
Zhernon tries to recall if they've heard Umberlee before. But then they are going to try and rush the sailor and disrupt the ritual they are trying to perform, knock over the bowl and scratch the runes if they can. He will aim to make as much noise and clatter as they possibly can as well.
(History/Arcana: 19)
Umberlee is a goddess of the sea. Some pray to her in hopes of avoiding her wrath.
"Gaaaaaaaaah!" Twig yelps when the hand grabs her. "I-I uh." She makes her eyes as big and sad as she possibly can. "I didn't mean to! It was an accident! Some mean men were chasing me and I just needed a place to hide! I didn't know the ship was about to leave!" She cries, "What are you going to do with me now?" She stares at Althea with her giant eyes.
Performance? (She's telling the truth, for the most part anyway. She's just acting pathetic.): 20
The sailor falls over limp and whispers "Its too late" His eyes remain glazed as he begins to wither as if the water in his body was being drained somehow. The rune flares brightly sickly green for a moment as Zhernon scratches the runes out.
A crack forms and spreads to the outer hull. Water start spurting from the cracks and soon the hull gives way to a sizable hole. A torrent of sea water rushes in unabated.