*On the lowest mast cross beam of the front sail, the halfling's ears caught a faint thud through the wind. Ignoring the rigging she was inspecting, Gamine looked about and saw a dwarfish arm under a pile of rope. Sliding down the remaining mast, she ran across the deck and jumped into the beach, heading for the prone form.*

Whatever is going on, he needs to be sedated to cross a body of water. This is never going to happen otherwise.

*As she ran, she called back to the rest of the Knights.*

The Lord Fireforge has collapsed! Somebody come help me!

*Dropping her cloak and gear in a pile, she began to try and shift the enormous coils of rope.*

(ooc: Have grown up around ships, and something the size we seem to be talking about is never anchored directly on the dock. It is either farther out [sound hull], or rolled up on shore for a dry docking. We have a sound hull and seem to be on water, so...*edit* To make this fit w/ Lemac's posting.)


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