Prison Ship enroute to Polemphos
Evening
Freya smiled at Gamil. “Keep your elixirs, dwarf,” she said. “I am in no need, at the moment. And the Kraken’s Bastard was only the finest ship to sail the Olympian Sea. A longboat from the northern reaches of Skadia. I, too, was falsely accused of piracy. Those goods fell off the boat!”
The blonde gave a hearty laugh.
The sailors scattered around the ship and then Demetrious returned with the dismal report.
"There was some damage below the waterline. There is a slow leak in the hold, we probably have a day before it will become a real risk. If we make landfall, I'm sure we can fix it, but it needs to be quick."
Freya was in the cabin, reading over the charts. “We’re closest to Tarterion,” she said. “The prison island where we were destined. Irony worth of Loki,” she muttered. “And it’s still two days away. I doubt we have the means to take a full hobgoblin dreadnaught,” she said. “Seelia may have the right idea. Pretend we’re crew. We were attacked by the hobgoblins and the prisoners escaped. Let’s play this straight and hope they don’t catch on.”
She looked to Demetrious. “Is there somewhere on Tarterion we could land unnoticed? A hidden cove, an out of the way harbor?”
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[sblock=Mini Stats]
AC: 16 (unarmored defense)
HP: 49/49 HD: 4/4d10
Inspiration: 0
Rage: 3/3/LR
Healing Hands: 1/1/LR = 4 hp
Radiant Consumption: 1/1/LR
Racial Spells:
Cantrips: Light
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