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[GreatWyrmGold]

"How cliché, Genesis. You need to work on that one."

"'Batten down the hatches' is actually an actual nautical term, which one will encounter often in cases of inclement weather."

"How cliché, Genesis. You need to work on that one."

"Ouch."
"Yes sir." Shouting down to the crew "Baton down the hatches, and have your weapons at the ready! There's a Furywind on the way, and expect any of the stories to come true, except the one about the dryads and the mimics. That's probably bull."

"I have not heard of any such tales of dryads and mimics."

Seldain is at the top of the stairs leading up to the deck with the wheel, right side of the ship. (Nautical terms are dumb and overly confusing. )

((Right is "starboard". You can remember because it isn't port.))

Kre!aqil is towards the middle of the ship, watching the red haze.

[scriver]

((Surrah's currently hanging out wherever the captain is ))

[Taricus]

Raiss waits next to the main-mast, overseeing the crew gathering and readying weapons and armour.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Genesis is at the quarterdeck's aft railing, with one hand wrapped with a rope, staring down the approaching fog.

[Remuthra]

How many crew are preparing to fight, and how many are manning the ship?

[GreatWyrmGold]

Kre!aqil is preparing for a fight.

[Taricus]

Seven crewmen, a mix of hobgoblins and orcs, man the ship. Every other crewman prepares for combat.

[Weirdsound]

Slicer takes the wheel of the ship. If there is shore within 3 hours of the current position, he sets course for that, regardless of if he needs to sail through the haze to reach it or not. Otherwise and turns the ship and tries to sail perpendicular with the edge of the haze. He has his sword on him, and orders two drugar crew members and Surrah to defend him if he comes under attack while steering.

Sailing Check: 1d20 = 7: 7+10 = 17

[scriver]

((Since you said sailing checks in plural, should the rest of us also roll?))

[tahujdt]

Emriro is leaning on the port side, holding onto a rope.

[Remuthra]

((Since you said sailing checks in plural, should the rest of us also roll?))

No, although you can if you want. I only need the highest roll.

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Let's try out the crystal armour and a throwing squadron, Number Two."
With his words, crystals in the shape of scales begin appearing around his body. They swarm down his head, chest, arms and legs, and spill over onto the floor. There, they form up into pairs, standing at attention. Some swell up around his feet, like large, wide boots, keeping him somewhat stable against the rocking of the ship. He lets go of the rope, and stomps with his swarm in bow-wards, keeping close to the starboard railing.

[Remuthra]

((I'll just say that your crystal bodysuit provides +4 for now.))

The fog continues to drift closer as you plow forward towards shore.

Suddenly, a massive cylindrical mass of writhing slime-choked azure tentacles appears 15 ft from Genesis! It seems enraged, and lashes out with its mighty flaying appendages!

Attack: 10 tentacles at +21

42, 39, 31, 36, 32, 40, 35, 27, 37, 34 = 10 hits

There's also an automatic grapple here, and extra damage from constriction and biting, as well as spell-like abilities here, but I'll just go with this .

4d6+10 damage

24, 23, 26, 24, 24, 25, 28, 21, 23, 24 = 242 damage.

Brushing aside the poor fool's armor like it was dandruff, and sending the army of crystal mechanizations flying left and right, the creature strips Genesis' flesh from his bones, rends organs and bones asunder, tosses his emaciated tiny bits and pieces into the ocean along with all his equipment, and then proceeds to vanish without a trace. The rest of the crew just stares in shock.

[Hanslanda]

"But... I kind of didn't hate that guy completely..."

[GreatWyrmGold]

"..."

Kre!aqil's sesquidepellian locquaciousness has no words for this.