Larman Ogges was among the crew attempting to seal off the forward decks to keep any cargo from going overboard when he heard the cry.
“Someone! Help me!”, Lotye shouted out into the coordinated chaos on deck. “The First Mate tried to rescue the Prince. I can’t pull him up, I need help!”
Larman dropped his piece of wood and ran to her side. Whatever suspicions he harbored towards the boy would have to be put behind him. The dwarf was First Officer on this vessel and wouldn’t be allowing the Mate to go down. Like most of his people, he was shorter than the eorman female. However, he was much more thickly muscled and had a lot more mass packed into his stout frame.
“I’m here, girl! Hold on!” Larman yelled as he ran to her side, using the railing to give himself a leg up.
He managed to grab hold of the rope, Beau Bergeron steadily holding on with everything he had. In the cold storm, the rope was slippery and difficult to pull properly while holding his balance. For a moment, the dwarf was uncertain he could pull the boy up after all, but he couldn’t give up. Two couldn’t be thrown overboard, not now.
“Aaaargh!” he yelled, “Why in the name of Belenos’ putrid gas would everyone start jumpin’ off the bloody ship!?”
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Tayliana Winddancer Dahtaligaar had been attempting to level off the ship following the battle. During the fear and confusion in the battle, it had been her duty to direct the winds, per the Captain’s orders, and the further confusion of there being two dragons had unfortunately made those orders somewhat troublesome to follow.
But she followed them without question, and now she had a duty to level off the incline, to allow a safe passage of the mountains: If they continued to rise, there was a chance the air could get too thin to breathe. It was just as she had successfully pointed the storm’s angry winds to their favour that she heard the First Officer’s curse.
Someone’s gone overboard? she thought. It wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on when she arrived to the situation. Larman Ogges was trying as hard as he could, but leverage was an issue. And when she’d gotten close enough to see, she breathed in sharply.
“Oh no! Beau!” All other duties were thrown out of her mind. She wouldn’t lose the eorman who’d helped her goals beyond anything she could’ve imagined.
“Mr. Ogges,” she said to the dwarf at her side, “I have an idea.” And with that she began the sing-song verses of another Atultaec spell. It was one of the earth magic spells the Tuatha used often, like the one she’d used to mend the torn rigging after they left Sesus. This one, the Invocation of the Serpent’s Rune, summoned serpent power into the rope. With her careful manipulation, she hoped to bring the rope to life enough to drag the eorman assassin back to her abode.
She only hoped it would work.