Twilight of the Gods

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((Whelp. I would call that a failboat, lol.))

Absolutely nothing happens. "Huh. Must be busy." she says, standing back up. "We should probably find the safest spot..."

Amilee gets to her feet, shakily. "There is... Trouble?" she asks softly. Her magic is still flickering miserably.

Sera turns, checking the candle. "Should be good for three and a half. Guide, where is the safest point on this ship?"

Amilee looks between them, before sitting back down on the cot, looking tired.

"Just... Tired." Amilee answers quietly, with a slight frown.

"Okay then." Sera, in contradiction to what she just said and her fear of boats, goes up to the deck to look at the storm.

((Or whatever the hell the top is called.))

((Main deck, lol.))

She can see huge waves crashing into the ship, and howling winds that threaten to throw her overboard. A strong arm wraps around her, lashing a lifeline to her waist and tying it into the mast. About halfway down the ship from her, she can see Bran holding the wheel steady, muscles bulging as he fights the strength of the storm.

She stretches her arms out, seeming almost like someone else entirely. "How can I help?" She says, her voice oddly clear over the rain.

((Orange for Ra related. Normal Blue for invoking a god. Dark Blue for Set induced oddities.))

"Ye can get off my bloody deck," the captain roars over the storm.

((Note: These guys have NO idea who any of you are.))

"No can do, sorry. Anything else?" She says, looking rather sure of herself.

((XD fortunately, Sera doesn't care!))

She goes to do so!

((You can't really blame him for wanting her off the deck, lol. An untrained person, staggering around the deck in a rather large storm. Of course, it also makes sense to give her a minor task like that. He can't waste time arguing, and it keeps her out of the way for the most part.))

Bran holds his ground with the wheel, keeping them on course through sheer strength and willpower.

The captain keeps roaring out orders, glancing at Bran and shaking his head in disbelief.

Watching the lifelines, she begins saying minor prayers to both Set and Ra. They don't really do anything much, but they do keep her well focused. Her spear is glowing brightly now.

((XD Of course. She just had to help. She's paladin-y like that.))

((Might want to tighten them, too. Oh, I know it's in her character. I just wanted to explain it a little.))

"How're the lines?"

"They're good!" She says, tightening them slightly.

"I can help with anything that comes up." She says, and moves the spear a little. "I can also lend my strength to him." She gestures to Bran. She chants a little more, channeling her own strength to him.

((Nope. Bran is not helped. Trust me, I'll explain later.))

"Oh, so ye know how to keep the sails from tearing, do ye?"

"No. But I can help those who do." She doesn't actually notice the lack of success.

((Sorry to cut you off like that, but we'll just say that most things don't work the way they're supposed to on his family. Cookie?))

"Spears are of no use here, lass. Get below deck," he roars, seizing a loose rope from the sails and pulling on it.

((He's an atheist, BTW.))