The cartilage skinned clown reveled in the sight of the boggy bazaar. [color=f7941d]"It's a portal!"[/color] A spherical penitentiary encapsulated the Thuellia, courtesy of Eliza, rock gnome extraordinaire. Shivs finally aroused from his vampiric hibernation from all the wails above deck. Yawning for salt and blood, shurikens soon filled the spaces between his readied, pallid phalanges. Harpoons followed, hurled from the black dragonborne, coupled with curses only a totem barbarian could fathom, while osteichthyes drizzled, from above, upon ship and ally, drowning Garnesh with a bony feast of scaly discomfort. The satiric bard, like her compatriots, braced herself, riveting her ashen body to her post, as the bow oscillated from the fishy force. The murder pageant did not cease there. [h2][color=c0c0c0]"Happy Birthday!"[/color][/h2] [i]What???[/i] The athletics of the saber Tabaxi rivaled the jester’s very own gymnastics, demanding an audience and a fee from the Crow’s Nest, as her flintlock spewed forth lightning against the [i]Svent[/i]-bent serpents. The ocular and appendage blessed sailor, tacked on magical noir tentacles against the side of the hull, but ultimately botched in restraining the elusive devils. Calico quickly joined positional advantage with Nemiea, procured aim, and discharged two shots against the babbling fools, in customary fashion. Koan was mesmerized. So… Much… Action… Then, a howl broke the glacial haze. The wintry wolf’s holler pierced her ear drums; lunacy drilled into any cerebral sanctuary privileged to savor its audible prison break, endeavoring a mantle of psychosis to befall the crew, with two comrades seemingly already heeding its momentary insanity. Noting the wisdom fall from the feline's mismatching irises, the jester cried to her friend in need, [color=ed1c24]“Twerk it, girl! Give ‘em a show!”[/color] Swiveling her attention to the adjacent pirate, she rebutted, [color=ed1c24]“I’ll deliver; don't you fret, matey.”[/color] The smile widened, licking her grey lips. [color=ed1c24]“Walking the plank is my specialty.”[/color] Now, noting the muttering drakes, the scantily clad joker, likewise, murmured subtle hisses and moans; a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VKYzTu2v3k&index=7&list=RDWWUHh9t7Tj0][color=ed1c24]discordant frequency[/color][/url] that fringed upon the same maddening resonance that overcame ninja and sorcerer, moments earlier. Compounding insult with injury polished the prankster’s modus operandi. She delighted in psychic turmoil to those who threatened their festivities. Suddenly recalling the lore master wizard’s words, she quickly slid down onto the deck, clumsily skating towards the ship's wheel, with utmost icy inconvenience. Nuisance and toil conquered, she stood behind the Lady Slipper’s steering gear. She grabbed the [url=http://www.thefreedictionary.com/felloe][color=ed1c24]felloe[/color][/url] with one glove and the other binding the ten o’clock handle, spindled clockwise its spokes and barrel, upon the axle. She had observed Jill operating her boat, many a juncture, whilst singing vulgar ballads together. Mechanically, the craft’s tiller, tugged by pulleys and sheaves, would angle port-side, forcing the rudder and, hence, the helm starboard, navigating away from the menacing waterspout and hopefully smashing into the dangling stragglers, if they had not fled. Glancing at her captain, she jokingly jeered. [color=ed1c24]“Look at me, Jill. I’m the queen of this hussy, now!”[/color] [hider=Mechanics] Boots of Speed: 60 feet 1. Koan will use a [b]Bonus Action[/b] to give Nemiea a 1d6 Bardic Inspiration die. 2. With her [b]Main Action[/b], Koan [b]Casts[/b] and [b]Twins[/b] (uses up 3 sorcery points) Dissonant Whispers (Level 2) on both Drakes, for a total of 4d6 at [url= https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2813]18[/url] with a WISDOM Saving Throw against a DC of 16. If fails they must move as far as their movement will take, using up their [b]Reaction[/b], until their turn, even if it is underwater. If they pass, then only 9 damage is accrued, with no movement prompted. 3. This will force a [b]Wild Magic Sorcerer Surge[/b] with a DC of 2. Koan rolls an [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2814]18[/url], with no effect. Wild Magic Surge DC is now + 1, due to not activating Wild Magic. 4. Koan then spends all of her 60 feet of [b]Movement[/b] (20 down the mast, then 40 movement due to difficult terrain) to get behind the ship’s wheel. 5. On her next turn, she will try to maneuver the SS Lady Slipper away from the Water Spout and the Thuellia, but into the Drakes 1 and 2, unsure if they will take improvised Bludgeoning damage from the ship itself, every turn. She will likely employ [b]Tides of Chaos[/b], to grant advantage if it requires an ability check. Ending Position: Directly behind the ship’s wheel. Temp HP: 4/4 (Shark Skin) HP: 43/43 AC (20): Mage Armor (13) + Cloak of Protection (+1) + DEX Mod (+4) + Shield (+2) Movement: 60 feet climbing and walking under Boots of Speed (9 minutes, 48 seconds left; 6 seconds/turn) Ring of Water Walking Weapon: None Arcane Focus: Diamond Tongue Stud Concentrating: Heroism Bardic Inspiration (1/3 used) Sorcerer Points (3/4 used) Slots: Warlock First Level (0/2 used) Spell Caster Level = Sorcerer (4) + Bard (3) + Rogue (0) = Seventh Level First Level (0/4 used) Second Level (0/3 used) Third Level (0/3 used) Fourth Level (1/1 used) [/hider] [@JBRam2002][@Ms Ravenwinter][@Lauder][@Hekazu][@Big Dread][@Zverda][@Cu Chulainn]