Last Conflicts
Tylluan, watching over the captain (and chaos) was in an excellent position to recognize the other problem. The lifeboat... they needed more.
There was the other lifeboat that the priests had brought out. From a look-around, Tylluan can see it... in the water, about a hundred feet from the ship. Weird, there was no one in it. There was a couple of the priests, swimming towards it, while most of the others were gathered... well, by the shore, watching the state of their ship.
But while they were watching, they hadn't done more than get their lifeboat at the ready, setting it in the water with a few priests in it.
Maybe they were waiting to see what might happen.
Oh, but there was another one, wasn't there? There was the lifeboat Rosa had used to bring the group ashore... the one that was currently floating in the water, not far from the enemy vessel. Plus whatever else her ship, the Darkmaiden's Dance, might have.
Mayhaps he could abscond with a lifeboat or two that way? Or get her crew to send one?
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Light and Rosa had a little problem. Which was a big problem, boiling hot and sloshing about. And it was sloshing - Light was close enough to hear it, as the thing moved to and fro. Moft ran down to the villagers without a word, rejoining the villagers hurriedly lowering the lifeboat and raising his little shield. If nothing else, he didn't intend to let that monster through...
Assuming he could do anything at all...!
Light readies his Eye-Lash as the boiler slides erratically across the deck. Two villagers hurriedly lower the lifeboat, but the thing's flaming 'eye' is now on them. It lurches forwards... and is banged upwards! As if it's chin cracked right into Moft's shield. The halfling is knocked backwards, right as Rosa's gun fires.
Readying a shot, Rosa takes a crack shot at the thing. The powerful Dragon Pistol catches it in the side, the whole thing lurching as a hiss of steam escapes out of the thing's side!
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Murleena was belowdecks, still sneaking around. It wasn't hard to find the priest-crew. Murleena sees a doorway spilling light into the dark hall of the ship, the sounds of cursing and rattling coming from inside. A small storage room was here - three people were moving around it, two filling up sacks while another rattles keys on a chain. On the sides of the room are a couple of crates with a number of small chests - strange ornate ones of various sizes, all set inside these half-crates filled with straw. Padding for delicates? Most of the chests seemed to be gone, though, with only these ones here dealing with it.
Up the hall, another door opens. And a tall, cloaked figure steps out, holding an emblazoned satchel under his arm.
It's the fur-foot she heard about.
...
A lynx.
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