Fantasy Arva: Tides of Darkness [IC] [Closed]

joshuadim said:

"On its voyage to find Pengiros, the lost continent. Perhaps you've heard the many different tales of it?"

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"Tales, yes. Though I've not heard or seen anything factual of it. With such pure tattle surrounding it, the land may as well not even exist... but, there's no harm in looking for it is there after so many have failed, yes?" The thief takes out a small flute looking object seemingly stuffed with herbs and lights one of its ends with a match, filling the air around him with a sweet and pungent scent. He smokes in silence as he thinks more about Hughin's offer before coming to a conclusion. "Yet... Even if it doesn't exist, I suppose seeing what the rest of the world is like is good enough for me. Anything to get me further away from Manwon. So, I accept. I'll join you and your crew in this potentially trivial task. That said, I really do hope you've considered that this may be a sleeveless errand."

Waylond watched as the distance between them and the docks increased. Pottrey was there with him. He watched as it got smaller and smaller. He could see Volog's figure standing there. One arm raised in the air. He couldn't tell if he was waving or shaking his fist. Either way, he was happy to get as far away from him as possible. But there was still an uneasy feeling. It was like he could still feel his gaze on him. That malevolent, evil and hateful look and that wicked snarl.

"Ser?" The squire broke the silence "Is Volog really related to us?"

"I'm afraid so. He went down his own path long ago and wasn't sighted on the shores for nearly a decade now, let alone the castle. For the best too. The old man made it clear he wasn't welcome back."

"His eyes. They were...different." The squire slightly trembled "Like amber instead of blue or brown. Why?"

"That is a story for another time. Come, the others are getting ready for the long journey ahead. We mustn't keep them waiting." Waylond turned to go bellow deck, but stopped to turn to his squire again "Oh, Pottrey. Good thinking on your part there. We wouldn't shake him off otherwise." He then continued down bellow deck.

That small compliment might have not seemed much to others, but to him it practically meant the world. The squire held his head high as he followed his knight bellow deck.

"Believe me, I have my own doubts about the existence of such a place as well. But we're being paid quite handsomely for our services, so might as well eh?" Hughin replied with a smirk as he took a tankard of mead for himself. As everyone found themselves gathered below deck, Hughin took a good look around to take in the sight of his company altogether. He was quiet and reserved more so than usual as everyone talked amongst themselves, lost in thought it seemed as he stared into his own drink. As the barge set sail away from the city, it became ever smaller in the distance and before long the vessel was in open waters once more. The true path to charter a voyage to the mysterious continent was now underway as the Utterlins got to work topside on maintaining the ship and its course with Gerwin at the helm. The waters they were to sail through were treacherous for more reasons than one, not including the various horror stories that go along with them, and it was something that wasn't lost on Hughin in regards to the danger it presented to not just those that were working for him, but also to his son. They were all his responsibility as the head of the company, and so the man resolved to make sure everyone would get home safely by the end of this journey. Whether they found Pengiros or not was not in his interest at all, but it would be an added bonus.

One Week Later...

Sailing for a week through the Shimmering Sea had gone relatively well for the most part, as several perilous sea storms had passed by away from the barge's course. Lanya continued her tutelage under Da'Vosts guidance and had been steadily progressing in her learning, to the point where she could show off a small trick of water conjuring to her siblings much to their amusement. The newest additions to the company settled in quite well with the lot they found themselves in, and in general everything seemed to be going well so far. Unusually so, given the reputation of this sea as a result. Arnas joked on multiple occasions as a result on the 'hysteria' of sailors being overblown, while Krasso continued to mull over the potential catastrophe that possibly awaited the group: although he did so more in silence than out loud as to not annoy anyone.

Yet now in the early hours of the morning, the barge had practically come to a complete stall in the waters. As both the Utterlin crew and members of the company went topside to investigate, it was found that there wasn't any wind to be found. And stranger so, the water's lacked any movement at all and looked as calm as a serene pond. Worse yet, a low overcast of clouds blocked the morning sunshine and brought about a drab gray over the general atmosphere of the area. Gerwin was busy attempting to find any sort of navigation at the helm while Hughin, Arnas, and Zakala looked around with both confusion and suspicion. Hughin was to first to speak up as he walked over to the Utterlin captain: "This is odd. Not a lick of wind or wave." he commented as he looked at the waters.

This prompted a grunt from Gerwin as he tapped his foot on the boards of the deck in frustration. "This be no ordinary waters as ye know Hughie." Gerwin stated in a more serious tone, "Although... I expected treacherous gales, not... THIS."

"Right..." Hughin said as he leaned on the ship's railing and looked out towards the waters. Zakala remained quite but on guard as she felt as this unnatural weather was indicative of something worse potentially. Arnas remained optimistic however: "Look, this can't last forever can it?" he spoke aloud as he looked around before heading for the railing himself, "Even strange weather goes away eventually shouldn't it? After all this-"

Arnas cut himself short as he looked into the water, and saw a dead face. Then more. And more. As if it was a mass grave of sorts surrounding the vessel and filling the waters. All of them seemed so... preserved and unmoving. They were elves... but not of any kind that Arnas knew of. They were too pale to be High Elves and too brawny to be Wood Elves. The young man was caught off guard and at a loss for words before managing to regain his voice: "Um... t-the waters... they're... they're..." he managed to get out as he maintained his gaze on what seemed to be an endless amount of corpses within the waters. It was with great effort that he managed to finally tear his eyes away and stumbled back to the center of the deck, breathing heavily with drops of sweat visible on his brow and terrified visage. Upon hearing Arnas' distress, Hughin turned his eyes down below and his gaze went wide as he saw the horrendous view beneath the vessel. "Gods... what...? What is this?"

More and more of the Utterlins looked below as well, spreading commotion and terror among them as they saw such a horrible scene unfold before them with some fleeing below deck. "Tha water's are cursed!" one yelled out in fear as they ran downstairs. Lanya herself hadn't seen anything but looked at Da'Vost with worry in her eyes: "What's happenin' Vost?" she asked with apprehension and a look of fear on her face. Gerwin himself seemed to remain steadfast, for if he was afraid he didn't show it, as he barked out towards his crew: "Stop running with yer tails between ya legs!" he yelled out angrily, "We shan't be stuck 'ere long. Get tha oars out! If tha winds won't bring us out, then we do it ourselves!"

"What..." Eidunn muttered, staring down at the waves gently lapping the side of the boat. Moments ago she had been dozing off, having a rather pleasant dream. Her knuckles were bone white as she peered down at the water, a horrible feeling rising inside her. I've never seen anything like this, magic.... but on this scale? Eidunn shook her head, pulling it away from the edge of the ship, grabbing onto the wooden railing for support. I told you Eida.

Stumbling across the deck, she finally took a second to compose herself. Stay alert, for both our sakes. Hearing Arnas' rather distressed voice, she made her way over towards him. Something made her want to go back, go back and peer into the waters once more. She shook her head turning her attention back to her shaken companion. "Hey, you alright?" She asked, sneaking a glance back at the ocean behind her.

The stillness of the winds and clouds was a cause of unrest for someone as attuned to the Aether as Da'Vost. To his kin such pregnant moments of silence and ceased movement was a rarity that promised diverging paths and potential. For it was just as easy for these clouds to grow dense and whip up terrible storms as it was for them to break entirely to let the sun break through. Despite that the Aervis could tell that something was off as he shuffled up onto the deck entirely, looking over the waves to survey what lied below after Arnas had been brought into a mild panic. The Fateseeker gasped as he was met with the piles of bodies that surrounded the vessel, his mind racing for answers. Dead bodies float on the water, so it was impossible to tell how high the body count was - the death toll could reach all the way beneath the sea floor after all. The way they had preserved in open waters such as this was indicative of some kind of foul magic or anomaly. Whatever it was, it could not be good.

As he busied himself with the macabre nature of their situation and thinking on what might have caused all of this, he heard Lanya asking him what was going on. With little hesitation he brought himself onto one knee and looked at his apprentice with a serious look on his face. "Do not be swept up in the panic of your kin, Lanya. It is important that you always remain calm and focused. In times of great peril your magic may be the only defense you have, to panic and be absorbed by your fear shall only make matters worse." After imparting those words of wisdom to her he placed a hand on her shoulder, nodding low. "It is best you do not look and see what has caused this ruckus. Get below deck and keep yourself and your family safe. You're bright, and they may yet look to you in crisis. May you do that for me?"

The week passed, and beyond the occassional simple greeting and small conversation, Drokos kept to herself. As she normally did. A little time was spent sharpening her poleaxe's bladed edge and spikes, but otherwise she found herself often on the deck, sitting against the ship's railing and looking out over the waters. Humming a tune she had heard here and there as she pondered where they might be going and what future battles awaited her.

Today, she'd find herself looking out over a sea of bodies. She peered down at them, eyes narrowed as she took in their appearances. Not normal elves, and no rot. No wind, and calm waters. There was magic at play here, in some form or another. As the others panicked, or tried to avert said panic, she straightened up. Glancing to the others on deck, she moved towards where they had gathered. "...More bodies here than on any battlefield I've seen." she muttered.

"Battlefields are usually not so serene." Waylon answered as he looked into the waters. Something wasn't right. Beyond the fact that the mass of bodies floating in the middle of the ocean, everything was so quiet and eerie. Like there was nothing happening beyond the slight splashes of water up against the ship. He turned his head to his quire. The boy was uncertain of what was going on. Back to the water, he could make out the faces clearly. It didn't take long for an idea of what this was to form in his head. "This is either a graveyard or a tomb."

For the past week Eirana had done surprisingly little. She appeared to be in a somewhat neutral mood but had expressed some mild excitement when the ship had drawn closer and closer to the Shimmering Sea.

Whenever she could she would also try to help Lanya with her studies, with Da'Vost's blessing of course. Her main priority had been to teach her the basics of aeromancy while Da'Vost had been making great strides teaching her hydromancy.

Beyond that however Eirana had interacted very little with her companions and the crew. Instead she could be seen meditating on deck during various hours of the day. Sometimes she could be heard whispering words of some alien language, presumably the Elven tongue spoken on the island she had once called home.

Now, on these dark waters, Eirana silently inspected the faces of her drowned kin. She glanced at the other Elves in the party before uttering a silent prayer. Hundreds? Thousands? The amount of pale faces was astonishing. It was if they had been frozen in time.

Eirana closed her eyes for a brief moment before looking up at Hughin where he stood. "If these cursed waters and the grave that it encapsules is the product of Sal'tirai magic or anything similar I should at the very least be able to detect the spells."

The Elf glanced at Da'Vost. "I will require some help however."

Da'Vost stood up after he finished speaking to Lanya, shuffling over to look at Eirana. "What do you need of me?" the Aervis asked, looking between the elf and what lied over the railing. "I will help in anyway I can."

The days went by just as quickly as the thief had joined the rest of these odd mercenaries. Eventually, he introduced himself to them when he deemed them worthy enough of a proper introduction. Sharad Sardar is his name, a noble from the notorious and nefarious House Sardar of Manwon, and a skilled practitioner of magic just as the rest of his house is. He never went into great detail why he was so far away from his homeland and his family, but he made it clear that he wishes not to return to it; at least not for a while. Regardless, he hoped that the name of his house wasn't exactly familiar with anyone else among the crew. He's not in the mood for suspicious looks and hushed whispers behind his back, he had his fill of that sort of nonsense back home.

Now he stands out on the deck looking at the same grisly sight everyone else was. As he overhears them talk, he comes up with an idea to determine just what sort of foul play this is.

"Why not we fish one of these 'bodies' out of the water? It could very well just be some sort of trickery to keep people out of these seas." His words sound as if they come from experience.

"Faces... so many... dead faces..." Arnas sputtered out to Eidunn as he attempted to recollect himself as best he could. He slowly got himself back onto his feet and looked around: "This... what is this?" he spoke aloud to no-one in particular. As Hughin continued to observe the waters, he noticed that it wasn't just elves... but there were humans too. This further raised his suspicions as to what exactly was happening here, as this wasn't just some chance arrival at some unlucky sailors or travelers. Then it hit him as he turned to Sharad: "These aren't bodies. It's spirits of those who died in these waters." Hughin said to the man. He shook his head as he returned his gaze to the waters, "All of them. Unfortunate to have died in these waters..." He had heard the stories of such events occurring in these waters, but that's all he had assumed them to be: stories.

As the oars were brought out and stuck from below deck into the waters, they began to push the vessel forward with a panicked intensity that came from the Utterlins. The disturbance of the oars paddling seemed to cause the bodies to shimmer and dissipate into the waters themselves as they seemingly contacted them. Gerwin observed and gave off a visible huff, as if he was disappointed at the apparent anticlimax of the situation. "We be out of this quagmire in no time then." Gerwin stated with confidence as he resumed his position at the helm.

Lanya gave a nod to Da'Vost's reassurance and began to make her way to the stairs leading below deck, but before she could... a deep rumble was heard that caused everyone on the main deck to still in place. A few moments of silence passed before the rumble returned, vibrating the barge somewhat. Hughin took a few steps and looked around before looking to Gerwin: "Get your folk to stop those oars." he whispered.

"Wha- why?" Gerwin sputtered out, confused as to what was happening.

"Just do it." Hughin gave a glare to the Utterlin captain, who promptly went below deck and shouted at his crew. One by one the oars quickly ceased and were brought back inside hastily. A few more moments of silence passed as everyone waited with abated breath. A rumble from the deeps ripped through the area once more, now violently shaking the barge and the waters. For those that were attuned to sensing magic, a foul presence was felt from far off. Something was coming.

Eirana reached under her cloak and pulled out her finely-crafted Elven blade which was covered in inscriptions of varying lengths and sizes. She looked at Da'Vost. "I will use the blade as a conduit."
Just then the rumbling began. There was also something else. A presence, dark and corrupted, like a shadow lingering at the edge of one's eye. "We must hurry," said Eirana, now moving to the bow of the ship. Once at the railing she raised her blade upwards and motioned for Da'Vost to grab hold of the long hilt.

As the Aervis gripped the hilt firmly alongside Eirana's right hand she closed her eyes and began to chant;
"Iniréth ailarun covír. Iniréth ailarun covír. Iniréth ailarun covír."

The words were repeated over and over. Any onlookers would soon see that the inscriptions on Eirana's blade had began to glow in a bright white color. At the same time something else seemed to glow underneath her cloak, presumably her armor. Eirana fell silent and for a while the only thing that could be heard was the shuffling of feet, movements of the Utterlins and a faint hum originating from Eirana herself.

Then, Eirana opened her eyes which were now glowing as bright as the sun itself.

"What is unseen and hidden shall be seen and revealed."

Through the week, Cain settled in with the crew. He is mostly seen reading his peculiar journal that he always brings around with him. Despite such immersed studying of his newfound rune magic, he still manages to engage conversation with the company and make casual friends with them. Cain didn't have much friends to begin with, thus being a memorable experience for him considering that he is exposed to such a diverse crew of powerful people.

As the company was alarmed due to the commotion happening above deck, Cain followed along. Reaching the top of the deck, they were greeted with such horror. “A sea of bodies…” Cain muttered to himself. He closed his eyes and caught his breath for a brief moment and mustered up the courage to help out the crew. Pulling out his journal, he looked for a spell most suited for such a dark scene.

A week flew by as the crew welcomed three new individuals to the party. He noted the Half-Elf thief and the Demon exile, seeing them in the marketplace before. Though, Aureal didn't get to interact with the newcomers much as he was usually seen in the sleeping quarters trying to keep his sea-sickness at bay. In rare times where he is seen out and about, he makes his way to the kitchen asking the Utterlins about their way of life and legends to pass time.

Something is wrong. The Wood-Elf thought as he lay on his hammock. The usual sound of Utterlins pit pattering above deck was nowhere to be found and looking around, the sleeping quarters was filled with the same void. Aureal decided to go to the deck, hoping to know what's currently happening when he noticed that the boat stopped moving. Quickening his pace, he was met with his companions looking on the waters below. Their faces showed disturbance and the Elf instantly knew why as he finally saw what littered the sea's surface.

Hundreds of bodies, his own kin.

Dread filled Aureal's stomach and it made its way up to his throat threatening to leave his mouth. This is way worse than what he had expected. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm his senses and observed his other Elven companions, trying to see how they are faring amidst the massacre. Eirana, with her sword and eyes emitting a glow. Looks like she's currently occupied, hopefully whatever she's doing works and reveals an answer. And Cain, one of the new recruits. He was fumbling with his journal which piqued Aureal's curiosity.

"What's are you up to?" The Wood-Elf asked as he approached Cain, his eyes slid over Cain's journal before looking back at the literal sea of bodies. "Tragic isn't it? I wonder what could've caused this."

Da'Vost grasped the hilt and channeled his mana to aid in Eirana's spell, though he was uncertain if there really was any sort of hidden magic at play. Something was off about the whole situation entirely, yet he would not criticize the elf's methods when they were so sorely lacking in vital information. This attempt to dowse any kind of errant magics would give them some more insight regardless of the results, so the Aervis saw no harm in complying.

Then came a powerful magical source that was swiftly approaching them, and once the spell concluded the Fateseeker stepped back and looked about with rapid swivels of his head. Whatever was on its approach was likely the cause of these spectral forms clinging to their hull. "Those who cannot defend themselves need to get to safety - now!"

Another rumble ripped through the area which shook the entire vessel once more in a violent fashion, and Hughin realized what they were up against the moment he looked up to the skies. The clouds began to swirl and coalesce into a storm as whatever approached came closer and closer. And when he noticed what Eirana was doing, his eyes went wide as he rushed over to try to stop them. Yet he would be too late as he yelled out, for the flash of light went forth from Eirana and into the sea beyond. For a few seconds everything was silent until a monstrous form emerged from the depths beneath. A mass of water, tentacles and teeth violently crashed to the surface and gave off a deafening roar as the waters began to swirl in a maelstrom around the monster. A kraken had emerged in its full fury.



"KRAKEN!!!" Hughin cried out as he drew his sword, with Arnas and Zakala quickly drawing their weapons as well. Two large tentacles wrapped themselves around the vessel, one at the bow and one at the stern, while smaller ones peered up around the main deck itself to attack those on board. Lanya cried out in fear as her means of escape down below deck was cut off as the tentacle at the stern positioned itself over the stairs. The beast roared once more, yet one could recognize it was not of anger... but of pain. Once the monster had revealed itself, something terribly wrong was apparent with the creature. Many of its tentacles had green crystalline growths on it, as well as on its main body, as well as seemingly horrid green blood vessels showing along its many body parts. Not to mention it was significantly larger than what a normal kraken would be, too large to be of a normal size.

"Cut the tentacles off the ship, or it'll sink us!" Hughin yelled out as he moved towards the main tentacle that appeared normal and stabbed at it, with Arnas following suit. Zakala meanwhile fired an arrow at one of the smaller tentacles that surrounded the main deck.

Da'Vost lurched forward as the ship rumbled and the kraken appeared, finding his balance as he rushed toward Lanya after seeing her get cut off from getting below deck. The Aervis was too unfamiliar with boat travels to understand where it may be safest for her to be in this situation. If the barge began to be pulled under and sink being inside of it may very well function as a tomb, yet if tentacles constantly assaulted the deck it wasn't the safest option either. Quickly he got between her and the tentacle, shielding the small utterlin with his body as his hands began to crackle with familiar energies. "Stay behind me, Lanya..!" he chirped, building the energies in his palms before blasting a limb coated in those crystalline growths with a bolt of crackling energy. On contact it began to disperse and shock with electric discharge.

"Help those who can't fight to safety!" Waylond commanded his squire to move. The knight unsheathed his sword and swiped at the small tentacle nearest to him and would take another hack at the giant healthy looking one.

At first there was nothing but silence as the blinding light of a hundred suns shot forth. The illusions seemed to vanish and the waters remained as calm as before.

But then she felt it.

A dark creature on deadly approach with the vessel. Its simple and primitive thoughts offered some insight into its mind. Despite the fact that it was a creature it was one of unfathomable age and wisdom. It had evolved rudimentary thinking and understanding, at least as far as Eirana could tell just by sensing it. She didn't have time to much else before the ship was suddenly in its grip.

Blinking, the light in Eirana's eyes faded and she was quick to assess the situation. She watched Da'Vost rush to shield his student while Waylond rushed forth to engage the creature's healthier tendril. Quickly, Eirana uttered a spell of the polymorphic nature. Shedding her cloak the Elf grabbed hold of both her sword and shield as giant angelic wings formed on her back. This was the first time Eirana had ever shown the extent of her abilities to the rest of the party, something that would surely garner attention afterwards- should the survive the ordeal.

With her armor and weapons glowing in a blessed aura Eirana sprinted off the deck and took flight. Her wings flapped several times, allowing her to gain some altitude before diving towards the corrupted tendril. The pointed her sword and shield towards it and both armaments crackled like thunder as beams of light shot out towards the tendril below.

Drokos reacted as expected, twirling her poleaxe about and rushing in alongside the armored knight. She would attempt to strike the larger, healthier looking tentacle first, using the the axe side of her poleaxe and forcefully swinging it as if she were chopping wood.

Invira wasn’t sure how to navigate her fellow demonesses. They seemed at odds more than anything for some sort of fight between Drokos’ people and the humans. Which seemed odd more than anything. And this talk of the humans taking everything? Her masters would have certainly told her of such a thing, warning her if nothing else.

She kept to herself, mostly, hanging around the edges and trying to figure her companions out. The Utterlins were friendly, as were most of her companions, but figuring out exactly how she was supposed to act around them was more than a little difficult. Waylond seemed to avoid his cousin, for one, which he couldn’t really do because there weren’t that many places to go on a ship. She also made a habit of trying to subtly watch over the magic users. It was what she’d been trained for and her interaction with Eirana had put her on edge. Invira tried to model herself after her companions and go without armor but she felt naked without it most days. She persevered, but couldn’t shake off the feeling she was always vulnerable without the armor.

The breeze felt good on her skin, yes, but was it worth it?

The sight of the dead faces in the sea made her heart quicken and she immodestly started for her armor to put it on while everyone else panicked. This was her training; working straight through fear and coming out the other side whole and ready for anything. She came back on deck as Eirana started to cast. One of her knives was out before she fully realized she was drawing it, watching the back of these magic users so they could do what they would with all the safety she could provide.

And then the beast appeared. Huge and terrible and not at all what she’d been trained for. But no, she’d been trained for everything. Even this great creature full of agony. She felt shards of glass in her blood at its scream

She waited for a moment, gathering any information she could, especially watching Da’Vost and the young, the so, so young, Lanya (and Eirana who apparently could fly ). And then she rushed, faster than she should have been, toward that main tentacle cutting of little Lanya from a place of relative safety with a snarl of rage. They needed to get that tentacle gone so the others could get to safety. If nothing else, she could draw the thing’s attention.

A huge tremor caused by the kraken rocked the ship, temporarily making the Elf lose his balance. Preparing himself with a quick prayer, he joined his companions in hacking and blasting the beast away. Following Waylond's plan, Aureal tried shephereding the panicking Utterlins to safety below deck just for the entrance to be blocked by a tentacle. This thing needs to go. Aureal thought, with Da'Vost and Invira seemingly having the same idea. A glow from the corner caught Aureal's attention and he turned his head just in time to see Eirana sprouting wings from her back before flying off. Focusing, Aureal looked back at the corrupted tentacle blocking the way. He asked the Utterlins to stand behind him as blue erratic flames bursts out of his palm before collapsing on itself, condensing into a more potent blaze. Let's hope that this'll do the trick. With one final thought, the Elf let out a focused blast of fire on the tentacle.

Eidunn watched as the tentacle slammed down onto the boat, sending splintered wood flying across the deck. She slowly stumbled backwards watching as the rest of her company approached the masses of flesh. She looked down at the knife she had clutched in her shaky hand. No chance.

She turned, watching as the scene around her slowly began to come together. Utterlings scurried across the deck as the first flashes of magic bounced of the tenticles. The sound of dull metal hitting the wooden deck was lost in the flurry of sounds as Eidunn ran across the deck, coming to a stop next to a pair of young utterling children. "Stay low and move fast." She orderd, her voice far from the panicked argument in her head. "See that elf?" She asked, pointing at Aureal, "get to him."

No! that's suicide, your no mage, you cant fight to save your life, dont even think about it! EIDA!

Her hand brushed over the metal handle of her previously discarded knife as she wrapped her fingers around it. Not breaking her stride as she barrelled towards one of the smaller tenticles, her knife now firmly grasped in her hand.

Breathing heavily from the commotion, Cain closed his journal and replied to the curious Elf, “I’ll explain later, it seems we’ve got company.” He said while various tentacles wrapped around the ship.

Sneaky, aren’t you?. Cain thought to himself while eyeing down on several small tentacles slithering around the main deck. Whilst unsheathing his rapier, Cain ran towards the nearest small tentacle and slashes it off the main deck in hopes of protecting his allies.

Sharad recoils in revulsion at the beast from below wrapping itself around the ship. Guess they finally know what made those bodies, and they're next to join them if they don't shake this thing off of them.

joshuadim said:

"Cut the tentacles off the ship, or it'll sink us!"

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Following Hughin's lead, he pulls out his talwar and starts stabbing and slashing away at the nearest tentacle as hard and fast as he can. It's a small one so hopefully it'll be quick.