Sea Stories: Chapter 1

Oh no you don't. Zeph spins the wheel back toward the enemy ship and moves to their port side. "Get ready to board crew."

Roscoe cheers! Oh, he's so ready to board!

Miri marches imperiously from one side of the deck to the other as thee ship turns triumphantly into the wind. As she walks, she snaps orders at the sailors she passes, having them hoist the sails to full mast.

"This wood stuff can't be that hard to figure out! I'm smart, I'm strong... There we go! "

Oxandren bellows and hoots as ammunition flies through the air "We’re almost close enough!"

As the two vessels draw nearer, Zale takes another huge swig from his jug of grog and leads the crew in a rousing song!

We live each day like there's nothing to lose
But a man has needs and that need is booze
They say all the best things in life are free
So give all your beer and your rum to me!

'Cause we are here to drink your beer!
Drink! Drink!

"I'm coming up so you'd better get this boarding party started!"

Srisa magestically strides across the deck of her ship and then vaults over the side. But, jumping through the air was still a strange thing to the fish girl and she sunk much faster than anticipated.

She cried "FOR FISH'S SAKE!" all the way down until she hit the water.

Roscoe leaps across the gap with a gleeful whoop! He trips on some stray rigging and would have fallen, but the same rigging swings him across the gap to land cleanly on the deck of the enemy vessel.

With a not so graceful leap the genesis looks to start falling before stopping in mid air as if standing on land. "Ha. Must still has my land legs." He pulls himself up the side of the enemy ship with the ease of a spider. Drawing his windblades he calls out. "Wrong ship to hit my friends."

Zale resists the urge to dive after Srisa when he sees her fall. He stands his ground near the captain, prepared to repel boarders.

Valkur, bless me in battle. Hold me aloft and guide my blade

Oxandren’s heavy frame lifts off the deck of Sêlune's Grace as he flys over the gap last to make sure everyone has made it across.

Miri casts her eyes around the confounding sight of her companions enthusiastically hurling themselves into the water like lemmings with a bloodlust. She gives a sickeningly smug grin as she watches and begins to surreptitiously wave her wand. With theatrical nonchalance she struts to the edge of the boat, and just as it looks as though she might stride all the way into the water, a shimmering mist envelops her.

The sea fades from view and the half-elf enters a new scene: a bridge of shining white stone spanning a wondrously still and impossible dense forest below. The air itself seems to glitter. Only the breeze and pleasantly alien birdsong punctuates the silence. The bridge extends into mist on both sides. Miri takes in the view as she takes the brisk walk from one cloud into the other.

Emerging again from mist on the opposing ship, the sound of combat once again fills her ears. She holds her arms wide and surveys the scene with the same anticipation of a sculptor observing an exquisite but unformed slab of marble. With nary a glance and a flick of her wrist, a beam of silvery white rushes forth from her wand toward an unfortunate sailor.

Cecillia stays on their ship, not one for close quarters combat. Or leaping across boats.