"She's kinda heavy for an elf," Rourke said. He tried to lift Rothaide to her feet.
"Allow me." Gian said as he easily lifted the priestess over his shoulder.
"I suppose we'll have to hide her for the moment...?" Gian asked rhetorically.
"But we might need her help..." Rourke protested.
"She unconscious and they're just gnolls on soarsleds." Gian retorted.
"Who are trying to board a ship of this size? - They're being overly confident." Rourke reasoned out loud.
"Gnolls. Not very smart." Gian said with a grin.
"Oh...right." Rourke conceded.
Rourke had already been fumbling around his pockets.
"Still we can't be too careful." Rourke said as he pulled out an ornately carved bar of wood.
Rourke traced the arcane symbols on the schema and his figure began to dim and fade into transparency before completely disappearing.
"I'll keep incognito ‘til I'm more sure what we're dealing with, if you don't mind." Rourke's voice came from thin air.
"After you..." Rourke directed at Gian.
* * *
Though invisible, Rourke carefully made his way along the ship’s deck. The booming sound from the side of the ship caught his attention. Looking at the port side of the ship, he finds a small skiff floating just below the Ravenstorm and maneuvering towards a large crack at the cargo area.
From the ship’s railing, the warmage can make out the occupants of the skiff – a human and two gnolls. The human and one of the gnolls were likewise armed with long bows. The second gnoll was unarmored and Rourke easily identified spell component pouches on him and the scroll he presumably used.
It is this that Rourke concentrated his attention on. A few moments later, a small swarm of bats made of dust appear on the skiff and immediately attack the spellcaster, as well as the gnoll guard; eliciting surprised shouts from both gnolls.
The commotion causes the other raiders to turn towards the direction of the skiff.
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