As Tusara clicks the clasp on the Chest a long slender spring loaded spike darts out from it, poking her hand! . After this simple trap is tripped the locker opens...
Strange some stuff so simple should be protected:
a masterwork dagger,
a suit of leather armor,
two potions of cure light wounds,
a holy symbol
of Nethys,
and a spell component pouch.
As the masked man leaves to assist the sorceress, Merelinda steps up, half a step behind and beside Ivar, waiting for him to open the door.
"Don't be minding me, miss. Let ole' Julian have a look at that lock for ye." He smiles and takes off his armor.
Seeing her remove her hands from the locker, he shakes his head.
"Best be heading to that Calistrian with those wounds, lassy."
*click*
"Fifth time is the charm, eh? Let me see what we have here..."
So saying, Knives puts his armor back on and opens the drawer.
Albrecht and Bartimaeus stay in the corridor by the door, a step behind Merelinda. They were waiting while those with the proper skills took care of the lock.
Tusara raises her eyebrows as the confident gentlemen gets in and out of his gear, but otherwise makes no further comment. Sucking gently on the tip of her finger, she nods in agreement but makes no move to leave, she would get it seen to when she had seen what the locked drawer contained, and after she had read the maps and the captains logbook
I knew there was a reason to take 20, this always happens..."ivar stumbles blindly into the gapping maw of a ..."
The drawer contains an envelope. In the envelope is a
RING (unidentified)
Tusara picks up the ring and places it on her left hand, examining it before turning back toward the maps and the captains logbook, flicking through the pages.
Supply Room: This is the room the Scorpioid was so eager to get into—it contains not only a number of supplies, but also the unfortunate first mate. The man you knew on the trip as Alton Devers. Alton still wears his
masterwork studded leather armor
and clutches his masterwork short sword in one hand.
DC14 HEAL CHECK TO KNOW MORE.
A search of the rest of the supply room turns up several tools and lumber that could come in handy in building a secure campsite:
a block and tackle,
three large canvas sheets,
two fishing nets,
a grappling hook,
two bullseye lanterns,
12 flasks of lantern oil,
150 feet of hemp rope,
and five shovels.
The ring is
Merelinda looks startled at the sight of the man. She has never seen a dead body before, and is quite saddened by the sight. Still, she hardens herself and goes up to inspect the man and his wounds.
Merelinda knows
Tusara joins up with the others, showing them what she has found (maps and logbook as well as the various items she found).
Tusara you see many facinating things in the books. It will be nice to read them later by a campfire while Bayani hits on NPC Sasha.
I am no expert in medicine.
Albrecht helps Ivar pack up the gear.
Is zis vere zee food was stored or is zat somevere else?
Merelinda
The priestess says a brief prayer for the man's soul, hoping to speed it to whichever Plane it belonged. Merelinda's lips purse as she stands. She looks to Albrecht and Ivar, "This man was killed before the ship crashed. If you look at the shape and angle of the wound, you can tell it was from some kind of piercing weapon. Based on its narrow width, I would guess a rapier. Like the captain wore."
She then quietly helps them gather what they can carry back to the beach.
I don't sink we should leap to any conclusions about who might have done zis, but it is disconcertink zat zis man died by a sword.
Could someone really have wrecked the ship on purpose, madness.
I fear food vill be hard to come by on zee island. I sink vee should brink as much as we can back vith us.
Bartimaeus gleefully accepts the half scorpoid.
"The captain just happened to be influenced by some b$$!$ who had a weird orb that knocked us all out? I think my theory is pretty sound when you throw that in. If they were intent on wrecking here, who would be in the best position to thwart them? That's right, the First Mate!" Merelinda scowls, remembering the woman Ieana and her treachery.
After calming, she nods her agreement with the gnome's observation on food. She hurries and helps them get everything on the raft before the tide washes away the ship.
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Bayani has been guarding the rear (whose? not telling yet) while this all has been going on, a Chakram in one hand in case of danger.
"Food, yes, let's gather everything we can. Water, too! We'll have to find a clean spring somewhere inland..."
Merelinda follows Ivar to the larder, the idea being quite sound to get whatever food they can. She keeps her dagger in hand, just in case, as she walks quietly behind the large man.
Mobutu puts a hand gently on Merelinda's shoulder, nodding assuredly toward her as she looks at him. "Allow me, priestess." he says, forcing a goofy smile. "I have only recently become comfortable with idioms but I am, as they say, a surgeon with this stick."
He swings the quarterstaff over his shoulder and moves up behind Ivar on their way to the larder.
The priestess nods, quite willing to put another body between her and potential danger. Where was Ieana? Her and the Captain were both at large, for now...maybe they would find them in the larder.
In the Larder you find the the plump body of the ship's cook. He has bite marks on his neck.
Merelinda accepts her role with reluctance, going forth to inspect the cook's wounds.
Her eyes widen at the man's tenacity to cling to life, then at the implication of the size of the bite marks. She calls upon the Savored Sting, channeling healing energy into the room and corridor beyond.
"Sir? Can you hear me?"
As Merelinda channels, Mobutu swears he can hear something buzzing in his ear. He leans down with her to check the cook with her. "Will he be ok, priestess?"
"These are the bite marks of a colossal serpent!"
Bayani concentrates on the man, using one of the minor spells he's learned in his training.
Bayani certainly detects poison:
Cook: What? What happened? *sputter gurgle sputter* He clutches at Merelinda's dress. Beware! Beware of that lady...she's...she's, not human! *sputter*
Merelinda glances back at the elf, her expression grim as she shakes her head. "The serpent's venom courses through him, seeking to still his heart as we speak. He shan't live long."
The priestess is startled by the man as he clutches at her. Wide-eyed, she asks, "Ieana?"
"I don't recognize the poison, but I'm sure you're right. Has anyone a healer's kit?"
Turning to Bayani, the priestess scowls. "I have one, but he is beyond my skill. His time is measured in seconds. Now hush, and let me talk to him!"
Mobutu nods and stands, looking at the others. "Where is Ieana? Has anyone seen her since the wreck?"
The explorer blinks at Merelinda's command, finding himself mumbling, "Yes ma'am" and standing up to back away.
At Mobutu's question, he shakes his head at the other dark-skinned elf beside him. "Pa yon siy li," he mutters in polyglot as they watch the cook's last moments on Golarion.
Tusara watches the others crowd around the dying man, before stepping away slightly, looking for a spare set of clothes on the ship. Her dress being rather wet from the swim didn't really lend itself to keeping warm when they got back to dry land.
"But she surely must be here. Or somewhere close." he says before realizing that Bayani's words were not spoken in common. They were rather a mix of common and a tongue Mobutu knew well. "Mo ti ko sọ mi ede ni igba pipẹ. Dariji mi ti o ba ti diẹ ninu awọn ti ọrọ mi ni o wa ti ko tọ si."
He swells with a small amount of pride as he remembers his mother tongue, though his accent might need work.
I have not spoken my language in a long time. Forgive me if some of my words are wrong.
Merelinda nods at the elf, turning back to the cook. She grits her teeth at the Ulfen's suggestion, remaining silent, waiting to see if the man would offer any more before he passed on.
Okay, so Julian reading the charts
The maps include one of the west coast of Garund that plots the Jenivere’s route to and from Sargava—this island is not marked on this map, but it is marked on a second map of Desperation Bay, though the map provides no details on the island apart from its general outline and a note warning of danger.
The Captain’s Log
An examination of this log reveals that the Jenivere’s captain seemed to be suffering from some sort of madness that grew over the course of the ship’s final voyage. Earlier entries from previous voyages are precise in recording progress and events along the way, as are entries from the first two-thirds of this last trip. Yet as one reads further, the more recent the entries get, the less common they become—in some cases, several days are missing entries. What entries do appear are strangely short, focusing more and more on one of the passengers—the Varisian scholar Ieana, with whom the captain seems to have become obsessed. Several entries are nothing more than poorly written love poems to Ieana, while others bemoan Captain Kovack’s inability to please her or catch her attention.
Near the end, the entries begin to take on a more ominous tone with the captain starting to complain that other members of the crew are eyeing “his Ieana.” In particular, he suspects his first mate is in love with her, and writes several times about how he wishes Alton would just “have an accident.” The final entry is perhaps the most disturbing, for in it the captain writes of how he’s changed course for Smuggler’s Shiv at Ieana’s request. He hopes that the two of them can make a home on the remote island, but also notes that the crew are growing increasingly agitated at the ship’s new course. The captain muses that “something may need to be done about the crew” if their suspicions get any worse.
Ivar exploring the Larder taking 20
with food for 24 days.
Tusara looking for a dress
The Cook: *gurrgle gurrgle* No..No, not Ieana. She said her name was not Ieana...her name was Yar...Yarzothhhh. She said nothing could stop her from finding the ss..secret of the Lost City of...Ahhhhhh he convulses violently.
Merelinda absorbs the information, then stares mutely as the man convulses his last. The dead body of the First Mate had been shocking, but this proved overwhelming. Her eyes tear up, emotions threatening to overcome her. She hears the Ulfen run his mouth again and whirls, standing.
"Shut your fool mouth, you bloodthirsty idiot! When I need a suggestion about how to hit something or the best way to carry things, I'll ask you. Otherwise, keep your wisdom, or lack thereof, to yourself!"
Her face crimson, she brushes past the man, going to the deck of the ship in the briny sea air. She breathes deeply, closing her eyes.