Garutis, grumbling about the unfairness of people who are out of the range of a rock, throws a rock. It whistles through the void, and strikes one...
One final shot from the ballista launches out. It strikes the scorpion-ship near the base of the arcing tail, but doesn't seem to do much damage....
Garutis hefts his rock, goes to throw it, and feels it squish in his hand. Nope, that was squirrel meat...
Once more, Tarkaz cranks back the gigantic crossbow that is the ballista and takes aim under Captain Naresh's directions. At...
I like this idea. This is a lovely looking structure, but I would not want to live there as I know what kind of a pain maintaining that would be...
Now THAT is a view.
Baharoom.
A moment later, the deck shakes as the ballista fires once again. Captain Naresh tracks the bolt and smiles. "Hit to the right claw-ram, Mister...
It takes a few rounds for Tarkaz to re-load the enormous siege weapon, even with his strength. You can only crank the arms on a ballista back so...
Following the captain's orders, Tarkaz carefully sights the ballista. The energy Rasmus cast into the bolt seems to make the corded ropes hum as...
"FIRE!"
Before she can order you to fire though, Rasmus asks her to hold fire for a moment. He appears up on deck a half-minute later, spell-scroll in...
Rasmus thinks for a moment and passes the question up to Captain Naresh. She considers the query for a time, then shakes her head. "We cannot...
Time passes. The scorpion ship creeps closer and closer, faster than you feel it should. It is fairly obvious that whoever is on that ship's helm...
Yeah, 13 for me as well.
As minutes creep by, the pursuer grows closer. As it slowly approaches, it resolves itself into a shape you did not expect! While obviously...
As your pursuer draws closer, it grows to the (apparent) size of a bird. The... thing... is more readily apparently now. Those blobs on the sides...
As minutes pass, the blob in the distance slowly resolves itself into a shape. It looks like an odd, roundish thing, with a pair of protruding...
Pulling the spyglass away from his eye, the vanara casts you a deadly serious expression. "Dreadclaw is a ship (fear), with a full crew of...
Seek glances in the direction you point and frowns. From somewhere in his clothes he pulls out a small metal tube, which suddenly doubles in...