Misty Archipelago
Orlov looked surprised when Sean suddenly began helping out in the chart room. "No, I don't need help here. All this stuff is useless in this fog."
"What I need you to do is watch that bird. Keep pointing to it. Don't lose sight of it."
Going up on deck, Orlov climbed onto the poop deck, disturbing the boobies who took off in a slow wallowing flght above the water. "Finn, take the helm! Sailors! Keep a sharp weather lookout for anything: rocks, reefs, floating logs, ships, mermaids, other dangerous things!"
The weather-witch strode and danced about the roof, feet thumping down in the rhythm of a Sallician waltz, wailing voice rising and falling like the wind that moaned through the yards.
Presently a bird returned, swooped and turned, and took up a position some thirty yards off the starboard bow, flapping heavily in a Nor-West direction. It's white plumage appeared and disappeared, slipping through the fog like a ghost.
"Finn! Follow that bird!"
09:20, Today: Orlov rolled 9 using 3d6 with rolls of 2,6,1. attune.
Marking XP for addressing a challenge with arcane power –
This message was last edited by the player at 04:19, Tue 11 June.