![]() It oozes oil, burns with fire, spills towers of smoke skyward. The sea around it - a burning, black and roiling froth.ĭisaster. Sun Shepherd slams through another twenty foot wave, crashes down into the trough in a curtain of spray. ![]() Finn wrestles the helm, Beatrice pivots to keep balance. With remarkable agility for something so large, the vessel turns. Spray flies in a fan out from its direction of spin. The next wave rises up as Shepherd turns broadside to it, then races down the trough as Finn guns the electric engine. Rooster tails of spray shoot behind them. Unobstructed by the towering wall of water that steadily rises to Sun Shepherd’s port side. ![]() “Praesidia!“ she incants, drawing deep from her stored curse energy. Light ripples out through the deck, takes in the ship. A hazy nimbus grows to envelop Sun Shepherd. A shield of magical force projecting about five feet out from Sun Shepherd and covering her completely. The shield dampens the force of any waves coming through it. Sun Shepherd‘s hull plows through a narrow lens of water smooth as glass. Praesidia can’t flatten the larger waves. But its becalmed area near Shepherd helps to keep her from rolling. Finn angles the bow into the wave, cutting diagonally along its face. Shepherd corkscrews, flies off the wave top, lands with a smoosh! then takes a gut-wrenching sideways slide down the wave’s back. The vessel reels back and forth even as Praesdia dampens the storm’s violence. Their respite only lasts a few seconds before the next wave starts to tip them sideways again.Īt last, they are again shooting down a magically smoothed trough. “Whew!” Mori cheers, then glances back and left toward the pursuing Nightmare.īeatrice gives him a tense grin. Sun Shepherd is crazy-quick and Finn’s got her gunned nearly to full throttle. Running between the swells and toward the lee of Wind Sun Isle, they’ve turned at a right angle away from the Nightmare. Like the waves, the monster’s rushing toward them broadside. Splashes down in an explosion of water, black oil, smoke and fire. Boom! Goes the sound of its great body slamming down. The Nightmare lets out a window-rattling shriek that drowns out the roaring ocean. Everyone except Beatrice, Finn, and Mori cover their ears against the shrill cry. ![]() The monster leaps again, rises tens of feet above the waves. Its motion reminds Beatrice of a killer whale. Belonging to the Kingdom of the Dead.” A demon mash-up of giant squid and warped oil platform machinery. As they race between the waves, it turns to pursue.Ī Cthulhu-esque horror - belching smoke, oil, fire. Soon, Beatrice can make out smaller shapes clinging to the creature. But Beatrice’s magically sensitive eyes instantly detect separate tell-tales of a Curse Rider and of Pride Eaters clinging to the Nightmare. The rain slackens, draws back like a curtain. The ragged waves grow more jagged without the rain. Their roiling white tops - like glacial mountain tips beneath the glooming sky. Out ahead, a shadow clustered in flickering lights begins to take shape. #Avernum 6 ghasts keep respawning full#.#Avernum 6 ghasts keep respawning skin#. ![]()
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