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Any Direction But...
Asinjin:
A lot of the crew is in bad shape, still fatigued and shaken. The ship is wobbling in the wrong direction after the elemental changed its course.
The deck is a mess, as two of these creatures were horribly killed.
The captain and master-at-arms are barely holding things together.
Windblade:
Hopefully the bards can work their magic to cheer everyone up.
Malchia:
Once brought back onboard, Zalthor stands ominously over the prisoners, making sure to display all the blood and brain matter still left on his body and equipment. He trembles ever so slightly while maintaining a tight grip on his pick; as if the slightest wrong answer will cause him to erupt into another vicious rage. Every 6 seconds they get an Intimidate check.
Zunder:
looks at Laz..
" usually throw it up guy like to make others lament .. why is he yelling in scaly tongue"
Asinjin:
The prelate slowly begins to tend to wounds, but he is shaky and fatigued.
The ship is in chaos right now, as several people are having to restrain Laz.
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