Weight of the Unseen
Twenty Sixth Day of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descending) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
Two days pass by without any sign of lurking foes, by day or by night as the watches are doubled by day and by night. The talk of the ship which had before been cheerful with recollections of the taverns and houses of ill repute of Orinilu as well as the hopes for where one might spend the coin of the journey turn muted and the sea earns many a dark look, from sailor and soldier alike... from
you for that matter. But there are no more lights to be seen, no more visitations of lost loved ones and the precaution of having Tom near at hand when you are on watch always prove unneeded. There is a part of you that regrets the lack, perverse as it might be, a part of you that wishes you could see even in deadly deception the faces of those lost to you once more.
The sound of bones breaking jars you from your reverie. You whirl about to see... Ripper his face covered in goat's blood. After all the ship does not seem overly interested in flesh, only blood, only
life.
When you turn fully towards the hatch it is to to see Inge, Esha and Antonio emerge from below decks, the former two for their arcane skills and the captain 'because it's my damn ship'. Antonio looks a good bit less combative and a good bit more pale. Still he gives you a silent nod, they had found something.
"There was nothing in the water that night..." Esha recounts once you have more privacy and a locked door between you. "Not from what the eyes which do not gaze upon flesh can tell. But that was not all, it could sense a spell that drove him to rush over the side and it was not what we thought, at least it we are to truth the spirit's judgement and my skill in translating its intent."
"Well it's all we've got ain't it?" Inge half-grumbles. She had not taken the refusal to ask Ikomi for insight well. The notion that one might wish to offer praise to one God and one God only was admittedly strange in this world, but you will force no man to partake of any ritual to which their hearts are not moved.
Which rather conveniently brushes past the question of whether you would participate doesn't it Roland? An unwelcome, but not untruthful voice rings in our mind. You do not know what you would do if made to choose between your vows to protect others and the First Commandment. Thankfully this is not such a day of testing and with some effort you put the matter from your mind.
"Did you find anything of note in Ipsit's tome?" you ask instead.
Esha had found such a thing in truth, the same
enchantment the mad mage had made use of to trigger the trap which ha nearly crushed you in his lair. It would last a full half day so by her magic Esha can cover any one point on the ship every moment of the day and night, or she can cver two but only for the night.
While Esha had been trying to decipher the work of the Iron Tamer Inge and Zaia have been brewing, a process which is neither cheap nor lacking in strange and unwelcome odors, but the latter can be ignored and the former benefited from Antonio's trading in the markets of Orinilu
How do you prepare for the rest of the journey and any new attacks it might bring?
[] [Alarm] Write in where to put down alarms (Four 6 Hour instances of the spell can be cast; they can be chained end to end)
[] [Potion] Write in which potions to make (Must be from Inge's list for now)
[] [Other preparations] Write in
OOC: A bit short and mechanical, but all this does need to be covered and I figured it would be a good idea to discuss it overnight as there is quite a lot of it. Not yet edited.