Bruised and seaweed-spattered you emerge from the wreck of the Rage to the late afternoon sun. Feeling worse for wear and only somewhat more knowledgeable about what haunts this cursed sargasso you trudge down and head back across the strange weed-island toward the Sea Wyvern.
As the shadows grow long and the sun begins to dip toward the horizon you near the Sea Wyvern. From a hundred yards or so away you see the welcome sight of Urol and the crew members waving to you. Out of the corner of your eye you sense movement in the distance, here, there - all about. "Ah, guys. There's something out there" mutters Lirith holding her bow at the ready as she scans all about. When you turn to look you see nothing but miles of seaweed but you're certain you weren't mistaken. A light sea fog slowly rises from the damp surroundings and it's hard to see much other than the mast of the Sea Wyvern ahead.
Spoiler: Spots
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Spot DC15
Surtros (1d20+5)[22]
Lara (1d20+14)[17]
Connaught (1d20-1)[19]
Tchinik (1d20+1)[6]
Lirith (1d20-1)[15]
Everyone but Tchinik sees movement in the distance, all around.
Hustling forward you close the last stretch as quickly as you can, helped aboard by the sailors "Get them up here, you scurvy lot!" Captain Amella barks orders about. "Man the ballistae! Light the torches!"
Looking back you see definite shapes out in distant twilight, approaching slowly across the matted seaweed before the roiling fog thickens and obscures the view. "We're all going to die!" wails Indo. Captain Amella approaches gripping her rapier flanked by two crewmen "What did you find out there?"
Spoiler: effects
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Fog reduces visibility to 30ft and provides 20% concealment.
It's dark/ twilight but torches illuminate the deck of the Sea Wyvern.
Re: Ghostfoot's Savage Tide (IC) Pt 2
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