Roderick, seeing the powder kegs already in hand, moves away from the flame and towards the bow of the ship. He opens to door to the cabin and moves in, quickly rifling through any storage. Hopefully we can find some papers or a manifest of some sort. If we can, that will give us some insight into the their schedule.
Elara moves up the stairs with her keg, while Adran flies off with his barrel to get it out of flame range.
Connor's constructs bat useless at the flames, battling a losing battle.
Roderick enters the forward room, and immediately sees what looks like a surface worlder chained to the wall. The small man's body is cut and bruised, and all he has on him is a loincloth for modesty. Considering the purpling and bruises, the man was beaten severely over many days, and then slammed about in the crash, being on the brunt of the bow that hit the trees. He is unconscious.
Blinking in surprise as he finds a lone man chained in the cabin, he calls out mentally to Hero as he starts to undo the man's bindings, "Hero, tell Conner to get his constructs or our squalling oaf of a captain down here. There's a surface worlder who's not likely to make it out on his own."
Unsure if his attempt to alert the rest of the party was effective, he focuses on unbinding the man's shackles.
Roderick begins working feverishly and after a couple of rounds, the manacles click and fall off, letting the small humanoid fall away from the wall to the floor. As it does so, Roderick sees scars on the back... it's a halvavian who's had his wings ripped out...
Muttering curses and flying to survey the damage and attempt to ave anything of value rory flies in from above to try and find anything of value from a carrion birds view. Simultaneously he bellowed. his own sailors sense going on auto pilot regarding ships and flames.
"Throw sand and dirt ahead of and onto the flames to slow them down!! They're bound to have some water barrels down in the hold as well!!"
Elara dumps her keg onto the sand then goes for another. "Understood, Captain!" She tries ti suppress undue pride in being able to neatly maneuver through the burning ship due to her lack of wings.
There are no more kegs for Elara to pick up, but she could search the hold for something else of value, go help Roderick, go down to the lower deck, or search the other cabin...
She goes to help Roderick.
Elara is able to hold the injured man up so he doesn't fall to the deck then when Roderick releases his chains.
Connor landed on the upper deck, gingerly setting down amidst the flames. He looked first for sand buckets, water barrels, and other means to put out the flames.
"Trying to put out the flames!" he called out to the others.
Connor finds some torn sail cloth. It's coated with chemicals to make it fire resistant, so he begins using it to bat at the flames.
There are copper pipes, most bent and twisted, that would normally have water in them to put out the fire, but with the water elemental gone, they are empty of water.
Elara flies the injured man out of the blaming ship.
Connor fights fire.
Adran fights fire.
Connor's constructs fight fire. Together, they seem to be having a holding action. The fire gets no bigger, but doesn't go down either.
Roderick finishes releasing the injured man.
Elara takes the injured man, and flies him up above the deck.
Rory bellows orders.
Seeing that the others have apparently finished removing explosive materials from the ship, Alys decides to hop back into action.
"Alright.", she lands on deck and looks for a way to put out the flames.
With a satisfied flourish, Roderick pulls the last of the manacles from the injured man's body. He nods silently to Elara as she takes the injured man away. He moves to the doorway, seeing Adran fighting the fire. He shouts above the roaring of the flames, "I'm going to see what else I can find in here. Let me know if the flames are making too much progress, we should get out of here soon." Turning, he resumes his search of the room, looking for signs of magical items or other items of interest.
Still fighting fire.
The fire on the top of the ship is being pushed back by concerted effort and much coughing by those up top.
The fire on the second level is being held in abbeyance by the single construct down there.
The fire on the third level is burning uncontrolled, consuming more and more of the cargo.
Roderick searches the room, and finds...
A) A masterwork set of torturer's tools.
B) A blue dorje
C) A green dorje
D) A masterwork healer's kit (full)
E) A masterwork healer's kit (half full)
As people start moving and fighting the fire Rory does the same. Gliding to the nearest fire himself he works out a way to slow them. He looked for a shovel or something close to it.
Gathering the dorjes and healer's kits into his bag, Roderick leaves the smaller room and checks the condition of the deck below, staying at the top of the stairs. Rushing about a ship in the process of burning to the ground is certainly not one of my better ideas.
Should've made a kerchief for my face. Connor thought as he continued battling the flames. The little astral constructs did their mindless work against the fiery locations as well.
The party works hard trying to save the ship, and manage to stop the ship from being burned to cinders, but it won't fly again. The lower hold is a total write off. Between the explosions from the elementals escaping and the fire and the crashing into the trees, there's nothing left of the bottom of the ship. It'll never fly again. However, they manage to save the upper deck and part of the middle deck. Besides what Roderick has already found, they find the following...
1) Breastplate Armor 200 gp
2) Half-plate Armor 600 gp
3) Spyglass 1,000 gp
4) Falchion 75 gp
5) Splint mail Armor 200 gp
6) Mace, light 5 gp
7) Kukri 8 gp
8) Sledge 1 gp
9) Guitar, common 5 gp
10) Shuriken (5) 1 gp
11) Power stone of Energy Cone (Sonic) 375gp
12) Power stone of Call to Mind 25gp
13) Power stone of Sharpened Edge 375gp
14) Power stone of Mindhunter 375gp
15) Dorje of Dimension Swap (12 charges) 1080gp
16) Power stone of Claws of the Beast 25gp
Gems and Jewels
Red spinel 98gp, Alexandrite 108gp, Star rose quartz 41gp, Freshwater (irregular) pearl 1gp, Turquoise 2gp, Rhodochrosite 4gp, Obsidian 3gp, Rhodochrosite 1gp, Tigereye 2gp
Coins Breakdown
pp: 6
gp: 75
sp: 250
cp: 420
"So next we hunt down the survivors and slaughter them like animals I suppose?" Alys says to no one in particular.
The halfling survivor looks familiar... it takes Alys a minute to recognize the half-naked and heavily beaten and scarred halfling as Flick!
Her eyes falling on the broken halfling, Alys's attention perked up as she approaches him. "F... Flick? Gods, Flick, is that you?!" she kneels in front of him. "Connor, get over here!"
Adran wonder over and gives Alys a little nudge.
"Glad to see you up and walking around girly. So what's a Flick?"
"For downing as fine a ship as carried men to battle... yep. Yep." Elara lands on the sand next to the ship and rubs embers out of her hair.
She raises an eyebrow at whatever seems to be happening and waits for more details.
Rory assesses the haul but is clearly grumpy as he stomps around shaking his head at the loss of a perfectly built smuggling boat.
Roderick scowls at the burning wreckage of the ship in between swigs from his canteen. Soot blackened and feeling scorched, he sidles up alongside Alys as she calls for Connor and studies the halfling who he'd helped to rescue from the flames. He replies offhandedly to Adraniel, "I imagine the bruised halfling is Flick, though I've not the slightest idea why he's called that. I take it you know him from somewhere?"
Hearing Alys, Connor turns his attention away from the fire and the constructs. "A lousy thing, to lose a ship, now we all have to listen to Rory berate us. And our real ship is still locked up in the city. Smoke in my eyes, too." he muttered to himself.
"Hey, Rory! Any longboats or dingys attached? Is the wood first-generation or second-generation? Can any of this stuff fly?" Connor called out as he walked slowly across the deck. Going around Roderick and Adran, Connor said "What, we saved a lizardman?" He had to peer around Alys' form. "Oh. A Halvavian? No, Halfling?" Connor asked.
The two dingy's on the main deck are Elemental Wood, meaning they can float on their own.
"Take a closer look. I think that's Elrohir under all those scars and bruises."
Roderick looks between Connor and Alys, clearly perplexed, "You're acting like you know this halfling. Flick? Elrohir? In any case, I suppose we'd best see to his wounds."
Roderick kneels down next to the halfling and pokes one of his tattoos, it 'walks' down his arm and onto the halfling, where he proceeds to touch it.
Elara sets herself to work on getting the dingys ready for launch- untying ropes and checking equipment.
"Orders, captain?"
Adran wonders over to the captain whistling and skipping along.
"So cap. Best I figure we have two moves. We go back to the crazy harpy lady and let them know what happened or we go back to the temple with the smugglers. See the ones that escaped will report to them and they would have to think we would be telling others about what happened so they may be looking for a new place. Moving their operation. If they do this we can catch them out in the open. If they do the opposite and bunker down then we can decide a new course from there. I'm just saying we haven't exactly got paid yet especially since we lost this boat."
Roderick scowls at the prone halfling as his healing tattoo takes effect but the man doesn't stir. He reaches his arm out again and taps another tattoo, and then another, sending them off to the prone creature. He touches them one after another, giving a moment for the halfling to stir before touching the other.
At Alys' urging, Connor looked closer. "Flick?" he said uncertainly. "No, Elrohir is, was, an Elfavian! What made him a Halvavian? Oh, Flick!" Still disbelieving, Connor got out his healer's kit, and started adding ointments to the burnt person.
"He's really bad off." The young man stated to the others. "We need to get him to a shaded, not-burning area, fast. I've got some long-term bandages in my pack, but I've only got two healing tattoos left. Flick looks stable, I think." He watched Roderick move psionic tattoo after psionic tattoo onto the burnt figure. "Whoa, cousin." Connor said, impressed at the sacrifice.
"Personally I'd be all for chasing them and finishing them! But it will take time for them to move their operation and we have injured! Personally I'd be all for cutting my flaming losses and coming from a different angle but I'm not the one in charge!"
Elrohir looks around at the people surrounding him, helping him. He's dazed and completely out of sorts, but he does smile weakly at Alys.
"Good then I'm not going crazy, I also thought I remember him being elfavian. What happened?"
She looks into Flicks eyes: "You recognize us?"
"Just rest, Flick." Connor stated. Shouting back over his shoulder, he said "Survivors get seniority, Rory! First get any loot into anything that can carry! We've got wounded - we found someone! So load up the dingy's. Can we push them in the air to the campsite on the beach?"
Roderick shrugs off Connor's surprise as he steps back to make room near the wounded man, "My psionic elixirs are more than capable of keeping me alive should need be, cousin. You'll also observe I only shared my weakest manifesting tattoos. Not that I don't want to help your friend, but we're in the middle of the jungle and as you've observed, we're low on supplies. I'll cede to your medical judgement though, as I've next to no training in the field. Relocating, away from the campsite, might not be a bad idea. We don't know what magical items they escaped with. For all we know, they might already have informed their friends of the ambush."
Roderick, having made his point, assists in loading what little they looted from the ship into one of the serviceable dingys.
The loot is loaded into the dingys, along with what the group can get from the dead on the beach.
3 double barrel shotguns (breach load).
18 rounds of Shotgun Shells
9 MW short spears
48 gold coins
14 silver coins
32 copper coins
Flick is awake now, after being healed, and looks much the worse for wear. It will be several weeks of long term care before he looks even remotely normal, but for now, he's conscious and able to talk and think clearly.