My dearest journal, I fear that my mental state has become invariably worse. The visions are becoming stronger, more potent, more accurate, which is useful in a sense, but some of the things I see now are disturbing beyond measure. "With great power comes great insanity" is the saying, and I can see that there is most certainly an element of truth in it.
As expected, we began our journey on the high seas to investigate the pirate problem that the local lord had requested our assistance with. When we first started, I couldn't really say I was a fan of sea travel; all the pitching and yawing due to the rough conditions and occasional tropical storm started to really make me feel sick. I knew that in that condition, I wouldn't be much good in a fight; we could run into the pirates at any moment, and they'd already have the dual advantages of surprise and oceanic experience on their side. To͠ ҉c̛omb͏a͞t ͢th̨e҉ ̨s͏i͝ck̸n͞e̴s̨s,̡ I ͏beg͞an̸ ͠c̢onc͘ent̢r̨at͏in̷g ̶o͘n ͡t͜h̢e͢ ͡m̢or͜e̷ ̀pl̨ea̢sa̶nt͝ a҉nd̸ u̵s̢e҉ful ͝a̡spec͘t͜s ͠of bei̡n̵g ab̀l̛e to̷ ͡see ҉th̷e͢ We̢àv͟e ín͞ m͞y v̸i͟sion̨s̵,͡ ̴ańd ̢f̨ou͢n̴d҉ ͝t̛h̕a̸t͞, s̀uŗpris͡inģly͝,̕ I͞ can do̵ ͘mor͝e͠ ̧t͝han jus͢t̶ ҉"v͏i̡ew̶"͟ ͘i͜t̡!̛ Į ̀w̕as a͡blę to͡ i͜d̕e҉nti̴fy t̛h̵e ̸subtle ch͞a͏nge͟s ҉t̀h̕at̀ ̨h̸e͢r̷al͢ded̶ m̛y͢ ̴o͘wń p̧e͞r҉sona͟l̸ ̧f̢ee͞liņgs ́of s̡icḱn͡eşs,̡ ͏an͢d twe̢aḱed͢ ̛t̡he̢m̷ ̀t͞o ̧un͜ŗąv̧el͝ h͢a҉rm͞l͞ès͞sly͠; t̛h̶e i̕mme̴dia͟te̴ re͢s͝u͏l̀t, ̛o̢f ̛c̡our͘sȩ, ẃa͢s ͢a s͜ub͜stantia͘l̴ ҉laćk͡ o҉f ̵t̶he͜ i̷l̕l ҉f͜e̛ęl̀ings I̵'d͝ ҉been͠ ͢s͝uf́fer͟in̡g͘ ͘fr̷om͞ ͞seasick͜n̷ess.͜ This͞ fasc̨in̸a͜t͟ing ̸revela͠ti͡on m̶ay ͏ha̵vé ͢i͟ntere̕s̷ti̡ng future͟ a̵p̶pli͡cat̀ions͜ f̧or͞ ͝the͡ heal̕th ͟an͡d̴ wellb̷e̶in͜g o͏f͏ my̶self an̸d̢ ḿy ͜ćo̷mrad͘e͏s; h̢ow̴evér̶ I àm͠ ̶al̡l ̢t͟oo͏ ͠awar͠e th͡a̴t ͠t̡he̶ ͡w͟r̸o̴ńg ̧twe͢ak oŕ ̡excess͘ive ͘m̛edd̵li͏n͟g͟ ͘c͡o͏u͘l̨d dó ͞far m̴o̧r͝ę ̨harm̧ ̛th̛a͞n ͞g͟ood.
Thankfully, the pirates felt so bold in their activities by this point that one of their two ships sailed up to us in leisurely fashion, their colors identifying them as part of the Scarlet Corsairs or somesuch (they're very big on the color red). The ship sitting within shouting distance ("Pride of the Master", I believe), they demanded that we surrender our ship and valuables, and we'd be left to our own devices. Of course, that means that without a ship, being "left to our own devices" means we'd be floating around in the ocean waiting to either starve, drown, or get eaten by marine life, so we refused their generous offer. Immediately, they drew close enough to throw grappling hooks in order to either attempt to board us, or hold us in place to get destroyed by cannons. While I and my comrades immediately began cutting the ropes, they decided to take a third option, having a trio of onboard wizards all casting Ice Storm onto the stern of our ship, beginning to utterly pulverize it into splinters!
I dived out of the way of the incoming Icepocalypse, falling off the side of the ship and managing to grab onto one of the ropes left dangling from a grappling hook and hoping that a wayward ice shard wouldn't clip me. Unfortunately for me, I was on the side within view of the marauding ship, so there was also the distinct possibility of being skewered by arrows, crossbow bolts, more spells, a well-aimed grappling hook, the possibilities for Torgos On A Stick were endless. Not caring one bit about that though, I had A Great Idea! Concentrating as best I could while swinging around on the side of our Under Deconstruction boat, I aimed a Fireball to explode directly above where I saw the Ice Storms being cast from. Although it didn't appear to do much to them, I hoped it at least gave them cause for concern. Lobbing another Fireball at the second ship ("Hand of the Master", from memory) and setting it delightfully on fire certainly did get their attention though.
Soon after, I found myself as the target of various incoming missiles. I knew that climbing back up the rope and onto the ship wouldn't achieve much (except for maybe getting very well acquainted with shards of ice, arrows, crossbow bolts, and more spells...) and simply falling into the water would be a great way to initiate Plan D(rown), I had to come up with an alternative... Fast! And then it hit me, another Great Idea. I'm a Transmuter! I have innate access to the ability to Polymorph items, objects and creatures alike, including myself. And when targeting myself, it doesn't even cost me a spell slot since it's an innate ability, but I'm limited to Polymorphing myself into creatures of the "Beast" subtype, less than or equal to my power level as a wizard. That's got to be a few options; I vaguely remembered reading in my travels about the exact effects of this spell on oneself... Giant Ape? No... T-Rex? No, still land-based... Some lesser form of fish? No, I want revenge, not cowardly escape... Ah yes. The only practical option that really works here is the Giant Shark
There is a tremendous SPLASH as I fall off the side of the boat and into the water, chanting the Polymorph spell as I go, turning myself into a Giant Shark as I hit the water and vanish beneath the waves. Now it's time for revenge! They're gonna need a bigger boat. I dive way down deep, line myself up, quickly reach RAMMING SPEED, and smash myself headlong into the underside of their boat, the intention being to eventually tip it over and send those bastard mages straight into the water with me. Let's see how well they can cast when they're being chewed on and dragged underwater! While not enough to achieve the effect immediately, the boat does start rocking in a vastly satisfying and precarious manner, and I perform the same manouver another couple of times to really get it tipping. Singing a suitably jolly sea shanty in my mind as I do my ramming, I'm dimly aware that some of my comrades have also managed to board this ship and make life hard for its occupants as well. In short order there is an almighty FLASH of light (that would be our holy-inclined friends smiting... Some undead? Interesting...) and some of the crew either fall or jump overboard, including the remaining mages once I do one more almighty RAM (boats are so splintery and crunchy when a Giant Shark repeatedly rams them, who knew?) and I take great delight in chewing them to pieces.
I will note that although I am dragon descended, and I enjoy the taste of meat, I do not enjoy the taste of humans and the like, not even as a blood-frenzied shark (a curious fact when I think about it); I didn't actually eat
any of them. The mages though, there was a distinct satisfaction in chewing on them, especially because they were the undead that got blitzed by the Holies up on deck. The poor fools were still trying to cast spells underwater! Sure, you don't need to breathe
if you're undead as such, but you do still need to be able to speak
in order to cast most things! I think it was the irony of this that tasted the most delicious. Thankfully I had the presence of mind to try and toss their remains up onboard for looting. I managed to get two, but the third had sunk into the thick detritus on the sea floor somewhere. A pity... Mages usually have some exciting trinkets.
[OOC: Torgos's alignment is still True Neutral at this point, but his overall mental state has slid a little further from this experience; he had a bit too much fun being a giant, boat-ramming and crew-mauling shark...]
After the battle was over, and I'd Polymorphed back into my normal form and climbed aboard the ship I'd previously been ramming, I found out that the ship we arrived on was utterly toast, that its captain had gone down with it (he made sure that everyone else got off it, and didn't have time to get off himself in the end; he's a hero!), our Paladin had gone down after him, rescued him from the scorched and mangled wreck, and brought him back onboard to be revived by the Cleric. I was very happy with that outcome; such a person is rare in this day and age, and we largely owed him our lives as well. He would not even try to cut and run once we were outnumbered.
No doubt, word of these events will reach the captain in charge of the piracy operations, and he or she will not be pleased... So what else are we going to do but head straight for their island fortress, kick in the front door and teach them how to destroy your enemies properly