The group glanced back and forth at one another; the time for hesitation was over. Helgkhor was the one who opened the door, pushing it gently out. The torchlight flickered, threatening to snuff out as a chill wind entered the cabin. Korchel uttered an incantation to augment his accuracy, and Aredhel readied his sling next to the window. Atacuso and Metandris both kept back a couple of paces. The half-elf readied his bow and Metandris's raccoon friend hissed quietly at his feet. Mactis kept back also, the filthy ratman sniffing the air nervously, "Fat-Rat and friends will be over the far side, friends! Careful of Ratholta's crossbow!"
Outside, the deck was slick with the drizzle of rain. The tattered remains of the main-mast stood tall in the middle, and off to one side was a rare sight - an ancient cannon, rusty and looking very tired. a staircase rested just to their left which led to the roof of the cabin.
On the far side of the deck, a ramshackle rain-shelter had been created using several sails stitched together and scavenged wood. Underneath this rain shelter, Helgkhor could see a massive ratman - at least a head taller than the ones down below and twice the girth - paced back and forth in front of a ragged 'throne-like' chair made from driftwood. Another were-rat stood next to Ratholta, watching it's leader fearfully. Helgkhor spotted the third ratman peering over the side of the ship, down to the ground. None of the creatures had noticed the door open yet.
"Argh, where is Mactis!?" Ratholta snorted, "I told him to come straight back up, d**n it! What's going on down there! Clumm!"
The ratman peering over the edge jumped to attention and looked back to Ratholta, "I don' see nothin', Ratholta! Want me go down there?"
"No... Not yet - give that scrawny wretch another minute." Ratholta bellowed and sunk his grotty hand into a large sack behind his throne, pulling out a rotting apple and devouring it greedily. The third rat-man watched silently, licking it's lips.
Back in the cabin, Mactis wrung his hands together impatiently, "Yess, we should kill them all!"
Posting a little visual-aid map thing in OOC. Three rat-men are visible, and none have noticed the door open. What do you all do?
