For some of you, this is the first time you've been off the mainland on a ship. Claudia takes the first day at sea hard, turning many colors of green and gray as she tries to acclimate to sea-legs.
(The rest of you, except GRAIAN, make a saving throw versus poison. Littlelings are at a -2 for this. This will affect you for the day. We'll check again tomorrow for those that fail.)
TAKASHI rolled 1d20 for a total of 7. That is a failure, according to OSRIC Fighter saving throw table (needed 13+).
CALLIN: rolled 1d20 for a total of 8. Ugh needed a 9!
BELLESH shows great excitement at the start of the trip, but his seasickness will mellow it quickly.
ATACIUS rolled 1d20 -2 for a total of 5.
Now he knows why the elves walk so funny on land!
As the day wears on, you find that the best place to be is in the middle of the ship, where the rolling motion is not as prevalent. It helps, a bit... but being sick like this means that you're not really in the mood for being on deck that much anyway.
Near the time that you hear the sailors call out "Second Dog Watch!" up above, one of the crewmen comes looking for you all. You are invited to have dinner with Shaiman and several other elves in the Captain's Quarters. He promises that "some good soup" will be available for those with queasy stomachs. Claudia, much too miserable to move, begs off, so it is only you five who go.
Upon being ushered in, you all see Shaiman, the Captain of the ship (named Merillian) and several other elves... and one of the oldest beings you've ever seen in your life. It is an elf, dressed in robes and sitting in a well-cushioned chair. It's impossible to say how old he is from looking at him, but the lines on his face, the lack of any hair except the few above his eyebrows and aura around him, it all says "ancient" to you.
"Ah, GRAIAN and your faithful friends." Shaiman stands. He introduces you to the Captain, to those around you ... and to Eraiel, whom he calls "The Elder." All nod to you graciously and you are seated.
The food is excellent and indeed, the soup that you are served does much to quiet the stomach. Shaiman and several other elves talk about the voyage and the good weather of the day and their pleasure at having reached the Outer Islands without trouble.
"May the seas and winds allow us to get past them without much trouble." Shaiman says.
CALLIN doing his best to not look as green as an GOBLIN as he speaks. "Thank you Shaiman, Captain, and Eraiel the Elder for your hospitality, good food, and allowance to join you on this journey. May the LIGHT shine upon us all and help us in our journeys ahead. And may the seas and winds continue to keep us in their good favor."
*grin* DM note - only goblins are green in my campaign. Orcs are brown, colored similar to gorillas from Planet of the Apes. ;) PS. I'm teasing you about this because a good friend of mine just cannot let go of the fact that I paint my orc minis brown. He's constantly teasing me about it.
hehe No worries! It has been corrected!
:P It was more of a running joke than anything.
ATACIUS "And may our stomachs learn to keep the food where it belongs!" adds the pale and misserable littleling.
GRAIAN: Chuckling, "Forgive my friends they are not used to travelling the waves as we are, this is very strange for them, Thankfully the weather is good, otherwise we may lose them." As he takes another spoon of soup, "Ah, this will help settle them, indeed a fine soup Captain, your Chef is to be commended." Turning his attention to Eraiel, "The Elder, I am glad that you are with us, I hope this journey will be worth your while. We have gathered some infornmation about Ramathia that should prove helpful on our quest."
Shaiman nods. "Like children, but they will get used to it. And yes, blessings that the weather is good! Let us hope it stays that way."
Eraiel nods his head a bit. "I have heard of your findings in the human place of books, GRAIAN." he says in Elven. "A shame that some were lost in that place. Let us hope those ill winds do not blow as we journey on." His voice is light, faint and gravelled from age. He does not change to Common tongue.
Eraiel nibbles on bread and he arches his white crazy eyebrows, looking at each of you intently. His eyes seem to peer into you, almost like a grandparent assessing their grandchildren.
"So, I am told by our fishermen guides that the Outer Islands can be interesting places." Shaiman says, to fill in the silence. "Some say there are sea monsters here, others say that the waters are rife with pirates. We shall see. I don't think we'll need to stop at the islands, but rather they serve as a way point for us to orient correctly to make the run to Ramathia. I intend on sailing straight into her harbor! Hopefully, your information will help us in that regard, GRAIAN. It seems that the humans at the Merchants Guild became quite stingy with their books and maps once our Search arrived."
BELLISH frowns into his soup bowl. He was already in a foul mood from being seasick, and Eraiel's stares and Shaiman comparing him to a child hasn't improved it. He takes a slow sip of soup from his spoon, but he doesn't feel much like eating. He stirs the soup around a bit with the spoon.
ATACIUS elbows GRAIAN "What's the Old One there saying? The soup is great, but not all of us understands your language, you know?" as he points Eraiel with his spoon.
GRAIAN answers Atacius, a slight frown on his face regarding the rather uncivilized method of getting his attention, "He was lamenting the loss of books in Athenum and hopes that bad luck does ot continue. We are also heading straight to Ramathia, no intention of stopping at the Outer Islands."
ATACIUS: "Yes, the sooner we set foot on land the better!"
TAKASHI tries to take all of this in stride. The queesy feeling, the rocking of the boat, and the elf elder not speaking in the common tongue. He focuses on the soup, and on getting one spoonful of it down at a time.
"We should see the island in five to six days, if the weather holds and we have no issues!" Shaiman says, overhearing the littleling's exclamation. "Hopefully the soup will help to ease your stomachs. We serve it to those who need it."
He looks at GRAIAN. "Were you able to learn anything further? It seems that superstition has kept many away, and the humans have not returned since the volcanic eruption during the time the humans call 'The Doom.' I find that surprising, considering the riches and history of the place, but between the sickness that causes them to become ... what's the term... 'The Damned' I think, and the attacks of sea monsters and crab men, it was just too much. It does make me wonder what we'll find when we get there."
BELLESH's ears perk up and he interrupts to ask, "Crab men? Do they really exist? Do they have pincers for hands?"
Shaiman nods. "Indeed they do. They are not truly 'men' in that they are related to humans, but they have some form of humanoid bodies and that was the name that seems to have stuck with them. They do have claws for hands, and some ability to live both under water and above. We never thought of them as being large in numbers, but they came by the hundreds during the downfall of Ramathia and seemed to enjoy killing and destroying the human ships and docks. None really know why, any research on them was lost and none have really given them much thought since."
(If you have any more questions for Shaiman, Eraiel, or others, let me know, otherwise we can proceed...)
At the mention of the Damned, TAKASHI's ears perk up (not as much as en elf's but...).
TAKASHI: "We have had to deal with some of the Damned, and have even managed to bring one back from that state to return her to humanity again. I wonder if there is a way to cure them all, to wipe out this plague on the continent? What could have caused such an illness?"
Shaiman and the rest of the elves stop their discussion at TAKASHI's words and look at him incredulously.
"Really?" says one othe other elves. "Our finest mages could not discern an easy way to remove the affliction that struck several elves affected. What method did you use to cure the sick one? Were they truly infected with the curse?"
All eyes, even Eraiel's, are on TAKASHI now.
TAKASHI is uneasy with the sudden focus, and quickly looks towards BELLESH and CALLIN.
TAKASHI: "BELLESH was able to calm one of the Damned with arcane magicks, and with it subdued, we travelled to Skalfier to see if treatment at the temple was a possibility. Brother CALLIN can probably explain it better than I from this point, as the LIGHT burns brightly within him..."
BELLESH frowns slightly; remembering that day when they fought with the Damned also reminds him of Claudia. He leans over towards ATACIUS and speaks softly. "Atacius, do you think we should see if we can take some soup to Claudia, and see if she wants some?"
@Joseph Schnurr - if you want to jump in on this, feel free, otherwise, I'll continue as if you're too sick to speak :)
ATACIUS comes back from his thoughts as BELLESH address him. "Yes, poor soul has eaten almost nothing since we set sail." he replies in the same soft tones. He looks around the room if there are any servants. If so, he motions one to come and asks for some soup to go, as he slips a spoon into his pocket. Are they silver?
One of the cooks goes off to take some soup to Claudia. It's easy enough to slip a spoon into your shirt, but to your disappointment later on, you find it's simple metal. Finely made, with elven script and designs, however - you know you'll be able to sell it to some yokel for 10 gold crowns, based on the rarity of it and your winning personality at fencing odd items.
CALLIN: "It is the LIGHT that has cleansed those that have been inflicted. It is a tedious process that I am not yet strong enough to cure, but through the LIGHT and prayer I have learned the ways it identify the damned. Removing the curse while difficult, shows the Faith in the LIGHT, the fire that burns within all of us can remove the stain of darkness upon our world."
The elves all listen politely but their faces fall as CALLIN mentions 'The Light.' One of the elves, Almanin, finally bursts out in a voice full of disbelief. "So you are saying that one of your... prayers and such... it cured the affliction? Did I hear that correctly?" He turns to the other elves, who either shrug or shake their heads.
"It is the way of humans, Almanin." replies Eraiel. "It makes no sense, but they are capable of doing these things, in the name of some belief in an all powerful being.. or a mysterious unknown thing, like a force. I have seen it over and over in my years."
Almanin looks at you all. "And how does this power manifest itself? What did you do to make the disease go away?"
He looks specifically at BELLISH. "Your friend said you brought one under your control... you calmed it. How did you do that? Was that more prayers and wishing?"
BELLISH frowns at first at what he perceives as dismissiveness of CALLIN, but then he shrugs and says, "It was just a charm. That's the first spell what I ever was able to make work. I don't think charms work on elfs; I guess that's why you folks didn't figure it out with the ones you saw."
The elf laughs a friendly laugh and nods. "Indeed, very perceptive, young man. You are learning the arts, indeed, if a charm can soothe the rage of the afflicted. Should we return from this voyage, I will make sure that is known to our own practitioners. Are you a student of GRAIAN's perhaps?"
BELLISH suddenly appears to be very interested in his soup again, not liking where this line of questioning might lead. "Umm, not exactly. But I do try to learn things from him when I can."
The elf nods and continues in a friendly voice. "I see. There are several practitioners aboard the vessels. Perhaps you would be willing to show us your take on charms -- it would be useful to share knowledge like what you shared about the afflicted."
"Sure..." BELLESH can't help but grin a little in pride at being asked about his magical knowledge.
"Excellent!" Almanin says, pleased. "Perhaps when you have gained your sea legs, you'll be able to show us. I have no doubt you'll soon be walking the decks like an elf! If there are things you'd like us to show you, it would make for a much more interesting and pleasant voyage. Far better to discuss magicks than to just watch the endless waves!"
"And, of course, GRAIAN, you are always welcome to join us at the discussions. Your knowledge and insights into humans and their magicks would be most welcome!"
GRAIAN: "Almanin, indeed the religion of man is strange to us, but do not belittle it, I have seen what this belief in gods can do, both good and bad." Smiling at Callin, "Fortunately for us Callin uses it for good."
"Oh, I do not belittle it, GRAIAN. Skeptical, yes. Believing that is the providence of strange beings who want you to do their deeds for them... no, I do not. I am surprised to see that is has brought about a possible cure to the affliction, but as you say, it does do something."
Shaiman chuckles. "Were the Seadreamers here, my friends, I doubt they would be as ... kind in their words on how they feel about humans and their religions."
TAKASHI: "I have found that in my travels, those who are able to bend with the strong winds of change like the willow do better than those who are are stubborn and rigid in their thinking, and snap. The willingness to challenge what is accepted, to delve into what is unknown, and to form new paths of action with the information gained - that is what has lead us to this very expedition itself."
Shaiman nods at TAKASHI's words. "Indeed, although the Seadreamers see themselves more as the foundation, the bedrock, as versus a tree. They feel that we are somehow "lessening" ourselves by our friendship with humans, by our searching for our home, by our flexibility. They would see themselves sailing through the worst storm, staying true to course and defeating Nature in her battles."
He shakes his head.
CALLIN smiles at the group. Happy in their response to the LIGHT. He knew going it that it would be hard for the Elves to understand, but they seem to be taking it in stride. Like the Willow then. "Indeed it makes sense to be skeptical of the LIGHT. it is something that must simply be trusted. It can't truly be learned, while there are rituals, prayers, and traditions, these are just formalities that help align your Faith. That is the true power of the LIGHT though, the Faith. That is why it can cure the damned, it is Faith in people, it provides hope in the future for us. Much like GRIAIANs information has filled the Elves with Hope on this wonderful voyage. For me this is proof that the LIGHT wishes to shine upon us all."
Almanin smiles a polite smile. "Certainly we understand that humans have tapped into something that allows them to perform feats beyond the ordinary. You call it divine, but we believe that it is most likely of lexius or chaosius, given that you associate those abilities to what you call deities or faith. Those sources of arcane power are usually identified as arcane powers, but it is true that the way you derive your abilities seems to alter that. It has been a puzzle for our kind for as long as we have studied humans."
Shiaman laughs, interrupting. "My friends, I believe that if we allowed it, Almanin and CALLIN would debate on this all evening. Tomorrow, we leave the safety of the Outer Islands and proceed to open seas towards Ramathia. The waters and waves call and we must answer! But for now... we must sleep."
He stands and bows to Eraiel, who nods graciously and allows himself to be helped out of the cabin by other elves. All of the elves bow and nod to you all.
Indeed, the soup has had some restorative effect as the quick trip to your quarters in the center of the ship are not as nausea-inducing as before. Claudia has even recovered enough to be asleep as you enter the dark room, lit only by a single swaying lantern.