CHAPTER TWO: TO SAIL THE SEA OF SPIRITS (1.5)
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- He/Him
You grunt as the club smashes into you - and you roll hard with it, sending you flying backwards. Good news?
You don't break your ribs.
Bad news, you almost go over the side of the ship. You grab onto the railing with one hand, your other hand clinging to your longsword. Dark water flows beneath your feet and you are terribly aware, for just a moment, of how very deep the ocean is and how fast the ship is and how little time anyone will have to rescue you. You clench your teeth and drag yourself up with a burst of strength, driven more by fear than anything else, and land among the swirling melee - and then see that that damn bear is advancing towards you, tossing his club from paw to paw.
He is still limping over - his eyes wild and furious. You grin, an idea flashing through your mind as he comes closer and closer, staggering at you.
You tense - waiting for him to lift his club, then throw yourself to the side as he brings it down. By shrinking a bit, it's just enough.
The pirate captain, his eyes wild, hits the railing, topples forward, and unlike you...both of his hands are on the club. He plunges into the drink with a shriek, and then begins to swim desperately.
He's not the only pirate going over the side of the ship - the crew has managed to drive many of them backwards, and others have thrown up their hands. Most, though, have retreated back to the pirate ship, clearly having decided that this ship was too tough a nut to crack. The crew lets out a ragged cheer - but your heart is still going a thousand miles a minute. You sag down and lean your back against the railing you had almost gone over, your hand going to your chest.
"Shows those bastards," one of the crew - a short, curly haired woman with dark brown skin - says, spitting over the edge of the ship. She shakes her fist at the rowers on the pirate ship, who are backskulling as hard as they can. You grin at her.
"Does this happen every time?" you ask. "I can see why you sailors are all so tough."
"No," she admits. "...usually it's a worse." She flashes a jagged, gap toothed smile at you.
You stand, rubbing your shoulder - and look around, biting your lip as the crew begins to take custody of the few pirates who hadn't managed to get to their ship before the two vessels began to move apart. You can see Viator is clutching his hand to his arm - some dark black blood is dripping between his fingers.
NIKE IS VICTORIOUS - IF SHAKEN! WILL YOU...
[] Check on Vitor (both of you help with one another's conditions)
[] Question the Pirates (was this all as it seems, or was there something nefarious under it?)
You don't break your ribs.
Bad news, you almost go over the side of the ship. You grab onto the railing with one hand, your other hand clinging to your longsword. Dark water flows beneath your feet and you are terribly aware, for just a moment, of how very deep the ocean is and how fast the ship is and how little time anyone will have to rescue you. You clench your teeth and drag yourself up with a burst of strength, driven more by fear than anything else, and land among the swirling melee - and then see that that damn bear is advancing towards you, tossing his club from paw to paw.
He is still limping over - his eyes wild and furious. You grin, an idea flashing through your mind as he comes closer and closer, staggering at you.
You tense - waiting for him to lift his club, then throw yourself to the side as he brings it down. By shrinking a bit, it's just enough.
The pirate captain, his eyes wild, hits the railing, topples forward, and unlike you...both of his hands are on the club. He plunges into the drink with a shriek, and then begins to swim desperately.
He's not the only pirate going over the side of the ship - the crew has managed to drive many of them backwards, and others have thrown up their hands. Most, though, have retreated back to the pirate ship, clearly having decided that this ship was too tough a nut to crack. The crew lets out a ragged cheer - but your heart is still going a thousand miles a minute. You sag down and lean your back against the railing you had almost gone over, your hand going to your chest.
"Shows those bastards," one of the crew - a short, curly haired woman with dark brown skin - says, spitting over the edge of the ship. She shakes her fist at the rowers on the pirate ship, who are backskulling as hard as they can. You grin at her.
"Does this happen every time?" you ask. "I can see why you sailors are all so tough."
"No," she admits. "...usually it's a worse." She flashes a jagged, gap toothed smile at you.
You stand, rubbing your shoulder - and look around, biting your lip as the crew begins to take custody of the few pirates who hadn't managed to get to their ship before the two vessels began to move apart. You can see Viator is clutching his hand to his arm - some dark black blood is dripping between his fingers.
NIKE IS VICTORIOUS - IF SHAKEN! WILL YOU...
[] Check on Vitor (both of you help with one another's conditions)
[] Question the Pirates (was this all as it seems, or was there something nefarious under it?)
Nike, still using athletics for the harrying/attacks rolls: 6, 2, 6
Two Boredom, One Fear! But then we add in the result from your athletics skill and your condition and we also get Four Fear, which is the highest result, giving 4 successes. Bear has 1 defense and 1 armor. 1 success to reduce his defense to 0, then the remaining successes will cause 3 damage, reducing Bear to 0 Danger and taking him out
Two Boredom, One Fear! But then we add in the result from your athletics skill and your condition and we also get Four Fear, which is the highest result, giving 4 successes. Bear has 1 defense and 1 armor. 1 success to reduce his defense to 0, then the remaining successes will cause 3 damage, reducing Bear to 0 Danger and taking him out