Skiff Combat: Round Two: Devlin
Devlin struggled to turn the ship's wheel as the Ravenstorm tried to align itself. His sudden maneuvering must have severed some of the ropes that tied the ship to the docking towers.
I hope I didn't break the ship in two, Devlin thought as he regained his bearing. He looked outside the window, hoping to check the ship's condition. But then he noticed a couple of gnoll raiders rushing through the bridge.
"Damn raiders," Devlin muttered to himself as a brutish gnoll, adorned in a crude scale mail armor, stepped into the bridge weilding a large sword. The warrior was followed by another one of his companions, a green-robed gnoll with several pouches dangling over his belt.
"You're the one who turned the ship!" The gnoll warrior cursed. Judging from his gruff voice, it was the same warrior who demanded the Ravenstorm surrender under the Bomu clan. "Surrender now or die!"
Devlin was about to answer back when he noticed the protective wards he placed around the bridge started to waver and fade. The half elf glanced over the gnoll in heavy robes and noticed that dogman was holding a glass bead on his hands.
Minor globe, Devlin thought to himself. These weren't ordinary raiders. It would take an accomplished magician to cast a globe that wards of lesser magic. Somehow he had to even the odds.
Devlin released his hands from the wheels as if he was surrendering, but he quickly muttered a few arcane words.
The two gnolls charged at Devlin but they were suddenly held back by a powerful blast of cold artic wind. The gnoll warrior howled in frustration as a blanket of ice began to engulf them from all corners, trapping them inside a hemisphere of frozen ice.
I hope I didn't break the ship in two, Devlin thought as he regained his bearing. He looked outside the window, hoping to check the ship's condition. But then he noticed a couple of gnoll raiders rushing through the bridge.
"Damn raiders," Devlin muttered to himself as a brutish gnoll, adorned in a crude scale mail armor, stepped into the bridge weilding a large sword. The warrior was followed by another one of his companions, a green-robed gnoll with several pouches dangling over his belt.
"You're the one who turned the ship!" The gnoll warrior cursed. Judging from his gruff voice, it was the same warrior who demanded the Ravenstorm surrender under the Bomu clan. "Surrender now or die!"
Devlin was about to answer back when he noticed the protective wards he placed around the bridge started to waver and fade. The half elf glanced over the gnoll in heavy robes and noticed that dogman was holding a glass bead on his hands.
Minor globe, Devlin thought to himself. These weren't ordinary raiders. It would take an accomplished magician to cast a globe that wards of lesser magic. Somehow he had to even the odds.
Devlin released his hands from the wheels as if he was surrendering, but he quickly muttered a few arcane words.
The two gnolls charged at Devlin but they were suddenly held back by a powerful blast of cold artic wind. The gnoll warrior howled in frustration as a blanket of ice began to engulf them from all corners, trapping them inside a hemisphere of frozen ice.
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