[color=f7941d][i]Cease fire! Cease fire![/i][/color]

Given the window of opportunity, the drow clutched the stiff spokes and mustered a tide of vigor against the spouting watery introitus before the [i]SS Lady Slipper[/i]. While spindling the felloe's priapisms, the ship’s pulleys heaved and panted with excruciating oily friction, not yielding yet to the potency of the multiple waves of the orgasmic sea upon its hull. Finally, with more than enough girth and time, the watercraft eventually pursued the plotted peronei curve, thrusting away from the portal that pled to envelop our captain's wooden vessel.  

[i]It seemed her friends would live to cackle another day. But hey, why wait, if you can laugh now.[/i]

After the Ninja and the Saber completed their uncouth mutterings, the clown welled up a desire to chat with the howling monster. It appeared Koan finally stood erect at the helm of her destiny, on a ship with no land in sight, affronted now by Drakes and a Theullai. The cauterized geisha always longed for this kind of adventure, frequently gazing into the setting horizon with religious daydreams of fervor atop the Mizzen. But she whispered and wished more for the normalcy of a worn, average life.  

[i]Like tears lost in rain.[/i]

Strolling ever gradually before the wintry wolf, her body morphed and altered the surrounding scenery to mesh with each spoken sentence as she battered words along the wind, contemplating the exotic existence of a wintry canine condemned to keep watch over a mystical gate.

[color=ed1c24]“Esquire Wolf, have you ever sailed completely across an ocean and set paws on land? I want that one more time before I pass. I want to be at the Border Kingdoms. To feel the gallops of Calishite geldings surging past me along the fields of Shaar.  To swill candied feasts and fire wine in the Old Empires, at kings’ tables within enemy camps. To stand on the summits of Shao in southern Ku-tar and smoke ghost pipes while waiting for the rising dawn to unleash another age’s worth of searing light. To enjoy one more night of lutes and flutes at the bar of the Cork and Bottle.”[/color]

Each step and statement fleshed out a still image and a new donned disguise to portray every fleeting moment.

[color=ed1c24]“To venture to Chult’s coastline. Walk on the outer wall of Mystra’s greatest temple. Climb Blackstaff’s tower. Ride the Wyrm River. Stare at the frescoes of Vulpomyscan, Tsaparang and Merlan. To sit in Kelemvor’s garden and read one more good tombstone.”[/color]

She halted as the deck ran out of real estate, as she returned to her familiar jester corpus.

[color=ed1c24]“I yearn the warmth of a virgin man in a crisp set of sheets.”[/color]

The clown stereotypically licked her lips in front of her glacial audience.

[color=ed1c24]“Most of all, I want to sleep. To dream when I was a girl. Give me that. Grant us all that. Just one more time. Because even if you destroy the last of me, know that it will never be the best of me.”[/color]

She clicked her heels. A confetti of smog silently, but non-lethally, bellowed out of the strange bard's sharky behind, quickly enrapturing her with murky miasma and violent vapor, obscuring the spinning wheel and the adjacent bewildered gnome.

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Koan will attempt to maneuver the [i]SS Lady Slipper[/i] away from the Water Spout and the Thuellia. She employs [i]Tides of Chaos[/i], to grant advantage before she rolls for the ability check.

She barely passes with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2826][color=ed1c24]19[/color][/url]. DM approved. 

Koan will then walk very slowly while preaching to the Theullai. During this slow stroll, she will have a monologue while utilizing [i]Misty Vision’s[/i] at-will [i]Still Image[/i] and the [i]Hat of Disguise's[/i] at-will [i]Self-Disguise[/i], to very frequently change her wardrobe and foster more appropriate attire for the accompanying overlapping faint facades. Once she gets as close as she can without diving into the sea, she will return to her normal guise and plead that the crew's intentions are merriment and adventure, not intrusion and destruction, as their ship subtly inches away.

During the multiple illusions, the DM triggered Wild Mage Surge roll for each 1st level[i] Silent Image[/i], overtly triggering a 1d100 Wild Mage Surge, based on the ever rising DC, even if each failed. Koan rolled a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2923][color=ed1c24]64[/color][/url], casting [i]Fog Cloud [/i]centered on herself.

Koan clicks her heels to deactivate Boots of Speed. 

Koan also converts both Warlock spell slots into Sorcerery Points.
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[@JBRam2002]