“We don’t have time to use kid gloves.” Callindra said through gritted teeth. “Just set the bone and be done.”
Kain was looking at her leg with a concerned expression. “This would be difficult to set in a controlled environment, doing so on the deck of a moving ship will be dangerous. It might not heal properly.”
“Kain. You have to set the bone before you can heal the sword wound.” Callindra said, trying to stay patient. “If you can’t staunch the bleeding it won’t matter if my leg heals crookedly because I’ll be dead.”
He blinked and looked at her other thigh, noting the bone deep slash with surprise. “Oh, I didn’t know that was your blood. There was so much of it I just assumed it was from the monster.”
“It didn’t have red blood you god rotting fool!” She snarled, and then screamed in pain when he quickly jerked and twisted her leg.
“Apologies, but I had to distract you into relaxing before I could set the bone.” He said, giving the leg a critical look. “Your muscles had tensed to the point that I would have had to tear them in order to set the bone.”
He gently touched the slash next and green gold light shone from his palm, closing the wound and knitting the muscle back together. When the healing magic spread to her broken bone, the lessening of pain was nearly euphoric.
“Apologies aren’t necessary.” She gasped, “Thank you Kain.”
“You really shouldn’t be putting weight on that yet.” He said, frowning. “I know, I know, we don’t have time.” The half orc raised his hands in surrender.
Callindra accepted a water skin from Holt with a grateful nod and let him help her to her feet. “We have to move now. Fast.”
The ship wasn’t in the best of repair, but her sails and rigging were in good enough shape to move forward. Under Connor’s direction they got the ship underway again and managed to get her into the harbor even as the seas behind them began to thrash with other unseen threats. To their relief nothing seemed inclined to follow beyond the harbor mouth.
“Ship seems to be sinking.” Cronos said in a detached voice, “I’m afraid the bonds of Weave I’ve put about her are failing.”
“What?” Holt said, just as the timbers began to crack and the sound of water rushing into the hold rumbled like a miniature thunderstorm.
“Probably won’t totally fail for another thirty seconds.” Cronos said, sweat beading his brow. “If someone else could formulate a plan while I hold it together that’d be best.”
Callindra braced her shoulders and whipped Shadowsliver in an intricate pattern. “Run off the Starboard side!” She said and released the spell, creating an invisible ramp of air. When nobody moved, she ran off the side, the air as solid as stone under her feet.
As the ship crumbled the others followed on her heels. “Stay close, I can only make it two paces wide.” Callindra said as she ran as best she could. Holt slid under her right arm and helped her move faster. She managed to keep the spell active until her friends had reached the dock, but only barely.
Looking around the quay, Vilhylm pointed at the most intact building with his spear. “That looks like the most likely place if we want to find survivors.”
“We need to find a way into those spheres.” Callindra said as they moved toward the building. “If there are survivors I would imagine that’s where they would be.”
“Survivors aplenty in the undercity.” A voice from a side alley said. “Come on down, The Lady Ellen Eth was quite impressed with how you took down that leviathan squid out there.”
Weapons were drawn in seconds and Callindra felt the exhaustion and pain vanish as adrenaline took over. She drew a spell from her blade, feeling the Winds gather around her to grant speed and power.
“Hey now, no need for that.” A man in light armor walked out of the shadows of the alley with his hands in clear view. “I’m here to extend an invitation from the Lady Ellen Eth, mistress of the Undercity. She bids you welcome to her domain and wishes to meet adventurers who could defeat such a dangerous opponent as the leviathan squid that patrolled the waters outside the city.”
“I am Callindra. We’ve come here to try and find the survivors.” The winds still swirled around her with a promise of violence.
“Well. You found ‘em.” He said with a grin, “If ya wanna find the rest of us you gotta come with me, and I’d appreciate it if you decided not to try and carve me up with that toothpick of yours.”