"What happened?" demands the captain.
"They must be mages. They have defensive spells around the dragon, possibly Protection from Normal Missiles," Thaddeus speculates.
The dragon swoops in, and despite having no lungs, manages to breath a gout of flame that envelops the main mast and the sails of the ship. The person up in the crow's nest screams only for a moment before their burning corpse is knocked out into the sea with a loud splash and hiss. At the same time, most of the zombies drop off of the skeletal dragon's back and land on various parts of the deck.
The man in red robes also starts chanting and a circle of red light appears in the middle of the deck. Some kind of portal opens and a creature steps forward. It walks upright like a man, but has red skin and has frog-like features. Its claws are long and dagger like and unlike a real frog, it has very sharp teeth. It's clear that this creature, whatever it is, is not of this world.
Its work apparently done, the dragon banks and starts to fly off, further to the south. One of the mages, the one in red, starts cackling maniacally as if this was the most fun he had ever had.
"Get these things off my ship!" the captain barks. "And get that fire out, now!"
Looking around, there is plenty for Gallath to do. He spots Naishe fighting off three of the zombies by herself. He could go help her. Then again, there's that large red skinned frog thing he could try and fight.

 
				
				 
				
			


