Fellowship of the Dice

The zombies crumple in front of Gragol and he stands there confused for a moment. Suddenly he hears "Cut the ropes!" And he turns with his Urgrosh and begins making huge swings against the ropes.

Rod grabs the harpoon and heads back to the banshee quickly. Then he helps cutting the ropes.

Maggie shouts at the sailors near to her, "Cut the ropes! Cut the ropes!" The group hurries to cut the ships free from one another. Roderick takes a moment to grab the harpoon Pilk was using being he crosses back over the Banshee. Maggie gives him a big hug and plans a kiss on him, "Good thinking Rod! Good thinking!" With a slap on his arse she then moves to help get the Banshee away from the sinking Deathknell.

The two ships part ways, the legendary Deathknell sinks below the ways, never to resurface again.

"Ha-ha!" Aya shouts out as the last of the Deathknell vanishes beneath the surface. "Well done, everyone! Tonight we faced a ship of the dead and we are still all breathing and alive. There are few who can put that to their name and now every member of the Besmara's Banshee can claim it! And a great cheer to Roderick for his swift and bold action! Everyone grab an extra mug of rum and raise it to the Quartermaster of the Banshee!"

Gragol hollars in delight as they dispatch the Deathknrll with relative ease. He is almost a bit saddened that he didn't get much of a fight. That thought is soon forgotten as he drinks plenty of his Dwarven ale in celebration.

Toruk watches as the last of the water is disturbed from the sinking Deathknell. As the rum rations are passed out, he takes one, downs it and quietly utters a quick blessing to Besmara for the quick resolution of that scuffle.

Rod happily engages in closer contact with Maggie and then also takes a mug of rum. "Let's have it for Besmara! Let's have it for the Banshee!" he shouts.

The rest of the evening is a celebration. There is rum, music, games, and various pairs of men and women sneak off for a quicky in the hold. The night is one to be glad for, and Aya spins a yarn of the tale, and everyone is happy. You know however that now you turn your sails to the Tidewater Rock and only more danger awaits.

As the night moves on people head to bed, and shifts start early, and its back to work by dawn.

Aya stands on the quarterdeck in the morning, points north, "They say good fortune and sure sail
await what one can crack the Tidewater Rock. Well me'hearties, its time we crack that rock! First Mate Maggie, turn us north by northwest, and set course for Tidewater Rock!"

The crew shouts HUZZAH as you sail off to your fortune...