Shadowflux Risen

[Annarrkkii]

Shael Greyswan
(Round 4, Init: 22 | AC: 14 | HP: 20/26 (Scathed) | Position: On the Move)

Were it not for the fog, Shael would be a truly frightening sight to behold. Green light smolders in his glaring eyes, and dark blood stains the ripped front of his white shirt. His broad-brimmed hat is askew on his head, twisted around and angled back and to the left, exposing his rumpled dark hair. Condensation and sweat bead on his pale skin—his days crisping in the sun now rendered invisible by the bloodless tension in his arms. Every ropy muscle stands out, as green lightning dances around his fist, flickering in the fog. Inside his head, Marix is as alert and focused as Shael himself.

Damn this diabolic fog! We'd have slain half a dozen of these creatures by now, if you could see a damn thing!

ME? You're blaming me?

A flicker of motion in the fog, and, as one, the two hurl a bolt of green energy down over the side.

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Shael is sidesteping to stand above where he saw the skum, and flinging a sickening blast DC 15 straight downwards at the area where he believes the skum is to be—meaning at the bottom. He is then turning and moving slowly further on deck, moving only 15 ft. to M7, and putting his back to the mast (or whatever the thing at L7 is...)