Sixth Sense

It was all sudden, one moment she was enjoying a sip of tea and now they’ve been boarded. The crew, who were mostly men, quickly led her to her room at the bottom of the ship.

Rothaide tried to protest, but the war mage insisted she stay hidden, presumably for her own protection. Memories of her dead comrades came flashing through her mind. "I am not going to lose this crew die," she swore to herself.

Holding down on her pendant with boldrei's symbol of a lighted hearth inscribed on it she reserved a short moment of prayer.

"Gnolls." she told herself. As a devout follower of the void, Rothaide was gifted with an almost infinite sense of her environment, even places beyond her line of sight. This gift became both a blessing and a curse, for the elf was force to watch the people from her former ship to suffer and die.

Now she sensed the infiltrators board the ship. There was no doubt that she was needed upstairs, as more of the infernal creatures arrive.

Rothaide quickly stepped out of her room and made it to the stairs.

Once she reached the stairs. she saw the main deck and the infiltrators hovering in air with their sky-sleds. Each of the attackers were carrying projectile weapons.

"Mother boldrei protect us"