Course of the Broken
8th of Abadius 4708 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
Now garbed in sleek black scales, Avarice launches itself beneath the surface and then you wait, looking out over the waters as you lay down spells of protection and preservation. While the iruxi herd their young back towards the cabin, where they are joined by most of their elders, the Thuvian sailors hasten to arm themselves, though it is with the air of men overcome with sudden dread, muttering prayers under their breath to any power that will listen. One of them even says something about Asmodeus that has you biting your tongue, now is not the time to argue faith.
"Dead below," the voice of the dragon rings out like an indictment.
"They clamber atop a metal contraption and pull festering ooze from the gaps between its rusted plates to crawl their way up the underside of the ship like parasites."
Sirim is the first one to gather his wits and start asking questions: "What manner of dead? Are they limber of limb or stiff? What manner of death? Drowning, violence, or sickness?"
"I am not in possession of that knowledge," the other replied, leading to a moment of silent communion between the two.
"What of the device? You said it was metal?"
"It has the look of a vessel that once might have borne men under the sea, though its surface is scarred and pitted with rust, its viewing ports torn open."
"I did not know..." Serina thrusts out her chest as though to compensate for the uncertainty you hear in her voice. "This, I think, is how the Sisters of the Sea planned to rescue me from my transport ship. Alas, I fear they will not take a refusal well, now that I have chooses to travel another path."
"Well, why aren't they attacking then?" Anippe bursts out, wrapping fear in bravura as you'd seen done many times in your youth, though admittedly never in one
quite so young for a cause so serious.
"'Cause they don't know
we know," Cob puts in, waving an expansive hand over the group that includes everyone from Avarice and Pepper to a somewhat confused and not terribly stealthy Warty. "We're sneaks."
"So can we just make the ship go faster, outrun them?" Anippe asks, still worried. "Mother can conjure wind. I think you've mastered about the... Third Circle of spells, right?"
"The question, child, is not one of our competence, but of its best use. If we flee we invite pursuit," Sirim notes.
"And its good to lay the dead to rest when we find them," Mina says, though it's clear the presence of the young girl gives her pause in arguing for battle.
What do you think should be done?
[] Try to outrun the strange pursuers
[] Fight them, you are curious about the metal ship
[] Write in
OOC: Cob was not kidding up there, you guys are extremely sneaky. To any remotely level appropriate enemy that isn't built around perception you really are ghosts, auxiliary members included.