19 Eleint, 1479, Year of the Ageless One
The Sea of Swords
Captain Blackheart’s watery form rose from his captain’s chair.
The other ghosts, sailors who served their captain faithfully in life, continued to do so even in death.
One ghost, a semblance of its former self, came straight at Damascus and struck the cleric in the arm with its insubstantial short sword. Excruciating pain swept over the cleric.
Another watery ghost faced Wraith and shrieked. Wraith suddenly felt a nauseating wave of despair slam into him. He looked at his hands and gasped in horror. His skin seemed to be melting, or rather aging quickly before his eyes.
Abyss blocked an incoming sword thrust from the ghost which tried to flank him. He then turned and broke his blade down on the spirit’s arm. It was like cutting through smoke, but the sailor screamed as his arm withered away to nothing.
Wraith suddenly screamed and clutched at his head. He turned to see Captain Blackheart staring at him. Fighting off the intense pain surging through his head, Wraith took out a vial from his pack then gulped down its content. He immediately felt the potion’s healing effects wash over him.
Lyrica moved to face two ghosts. She cleared her throat and sang in a falsetto, a short piece from an elven aria she learned from a traveling minstrel.
Their watery form wavered in painful reaction to the bard’s song, their movement slowed by Lyrica’s aria.
Meanwhile, Salil loaded a bolt into his crossbow and fired at the nearest ghost. The bolt passed through the spirit and thunked into the ship’s hull.
The spirit turned to move towards Salil when Ronak swung his enchanted greataxe at the ghost. His weapon passed through the phantom sailor’s midsection. The ghost dissipated into a puddle of water.
Within a few more breaths, the adventurers defeated the phantom sailors leaving only Captain Blackheart to contend with.
_To be continued…