Wizards In Winter - Combined Thread (DM: Son of Meepo, Judge: ?)

[Darksteed]

Oi! This is terrible!

*Looking out over the railing of the ship on his tippy-toes. Just barely being able to see. He turns back to the rest of the gathered group upon the ship he was stationed on. Lowering himself from his tippy-toes.*

All the lasses are on the other ship! This is terrible terrible news indeed.

*He nods to no one in particular.*

Now what ever is a fire goblin to do. Hmmm....

*He ponders to himself. Looking up at the storm brewing over head.*

Well then....that's new.

 

[FourMonos]

Oi! This is terrible!

All the lasses are on the other ship! This is terrible terrible news indeed.

OOC: I love this guy more and more all the time.

 

[Pliantreality]

Nalkyr leaned one booted foot against the rail of the ship, leaning both arms on his knee. It was a distinctly nautical pose which the young eladrin felt imminently appropriate, given the situation. A chill wind brushed over him, and he brought both hands up to pull his cloak tighter. Nalkyr could appreciate water. He preferred to appreciate it from a distance, however, as a quick glance down at the water reminded him.

Nalkyr could swim just fine. But there were... things... in the water. With. Tails. And fins. And things.

The eladrin sighed, pushing up from his pose to glance at the gathering storm ahead- if that's what it was. The others on the ship were speculating on it, but Nalkyr simply drifted over, unwilling to extend himself into that realm of hypotheticals.

They just weren't his forte. Blades were. The young eladrin sighed. He hoped that his forte was good enough for the job at hand- as always, niggling doubts and anxieties chewed at the edge of thought.

"Well. That looks like twouble." Nalkyr said innanely, resuming his position at the rail and trying not to look at the water below.

 

[pathfinderq1]

The young woman with the golden-brown eyes of a lioness kept towards the bow of the ship, enjoying the wind and spray despite the cold, at least for now. She had only been on board such a vessel a few times before, so the trip had a certain novelty to it.

Once the storm began to brew up, she could tell SOMETHING was wrong, but the sea was very different from her homeland- she thought she could tell what was going on, but she was not certain. She did move back from the bow, however, towards the captain and most of the others...

 

[Son of Meepo]

GM: I will probably be moving the game along tomorrow. In the meantime, I have created the individual group threads. Please check in there, as we will be getting to the action shortly.

Low-Level Group

High-Level Group

 

[Medina]

Marrgash looks out across the seas, feeling slightly unwell at the rock of the boat. He stumbles over to the side of the boat and clutches on, fearing that he will lose his breakfast at any moment. As the storm grows he looks out across the seas. Despite being aware that there was some commotion on the ships, Marrgash struggles to focus on anything as his stomach recoils at the rocking of the boat.

 

[Son of Meepo]

GM: Time to break into individual threads for a while. I will be updating them shortly.