Natalyah nods in agreement and follows Atzi's lead.
Even though her wounds are Healed, Ika still feels weakened by her injury, She trys to think of what might make her feel better.
"That Lizard's Bite still has mee feeling weak, Anyone have any idea's on what to do ?"
Atzi looks at Inkathru's bite wound and, after a few moments of deep thought, she shakes her head sadly. "Sorry friend Inkathru, I don't have any way to counter the venom and sadly my natural strength is already weakened greatly." She frowns slightly at the thought of another extended engagement.
Atzi smiles brightly as a thought occurs to her "Perhaps if we are lucky we will find another derelict to search, and mayhap there will be something on-board that can help."
1st level: 0 (All spells exhausted)
0 - Level: Flare, Create Water, Purify Food and Drink
Atzi thinks a nights decent rest would restore Inkathru to full strength.(Temporary ability damage returns at the rate of 1 point per night of rest (8 hours) for each affected ability score it has to be ability drain to permanently affect you)
Pondering for a few moments Atzi turns back to her fellows. "Perhaps it would be best for us to rest for the day and allow friend Inkathru to have some time to let the venom leave her system." She looks between her comrades for a few moments, trying to gauge what they are thinking. "While she rests we can do some hunting and gather supplies for our camp. Maybe even search for a Blood Nettles grove nearby perhaps?"
Natalyah stands in place noticeably annoyed with the prospect of canceling the exploration of the island, shifting slightly as Atzi suggests searching for blood nettles in the nearby area.
"That's fine, let's go", she says
Atzi and Natalyah's wanderings seemed to have a duel purpose as they search for a possible grove of Blood Nettles, they try to hunt some of the smaller game the jungle has to offer. . Atzi tries not to move to far away from their camp as her natural energy that day is mostly depleted, but she feels comfortable having Quetza nearby in case there is trouble. She also keeps her shortspear and buckler at the ready just in case.
Inka Retires to her Tent for the Evening, Hoping some sleep will help with the Weakness. Very shortly you can hear snoring comming from the tent
Atzi, Natalyah and Uchendu spend the afternoon hunting and foraging.
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Natalyah Survival
Uchendu Survival
Between you you manage to gather enough excess food for 8 man days worth of rations.
The night passes peacefully..however in the Morning Storian has disappeared.You follow his tracks to the waters edge on the beach but there is no sign of a body
Atzi.
You search along the beach hoping to find Storian or at least some clue to his vanishing..instead you find another set of tracks leading inland..following them to the edge of the jungle you discover a tall wiry man dressed in somewhat bedraggled if still finely made sailors clothing and studded leather armour...He's asleep or so it seems.
The other thing you note it that his uncovered arms are heavily tattooed
As she notices the sleeping man Natalyah motions the others for silence and sneaks up with her bow drawn. As she reaches Cutlass she kicks his legs in order to wake him, arrow nocked and ready to fly.
"Who are you?", she demands.
As she sees the sleeping body on Natalyah motions the others for silence and sneaks up with her bow drawn. With an arrow nocked and ready she kicks at his legs to wake him up.
"Who are you?", she demands.
Atzi approaches slowly and stands near Natalyah as they wait for the strange man to respond. Quetza comes up beside her a moment later and sniffs at the mans foot before Atzi chides him and he moves back behind her with a huff. After a moment Atzi turns and scratches his head crests and he begins to emit a low murr. She chuckles as she whispers to Quetza "This one is not for eating friend, you are always hungry.
Atzi watches to see if the man's chest is rising and falling with normal breathing.
"Hopefully this one is still alive yes?" She watches the man curiously.
Kallakan jumps to his feet, pulling the whip from his belt. Looks around still groggy.
"HAH! HellOOO ladies! Allow me to introduce myself, I am one Kallakan, The Voice of the Sea. My shipmates called me Cutlass Kallakan" The large fellow lowers his whip
"Am I rescued??" Kallakan asks with a massive smile.
"Rescued from what? What are you doing here and what have you done with Storian?", Natalyah replies with the same harsh tone. Arrow still nocked and aimed at Cutlass.
"What is a Storian? Rescued from this island of course, you know stranded on this spit of land when our ship was wrecked. What ship are you from? And where is she?"
Sense motive perhaps?
Atzi chuckles but her laughter dies away quickly when the stranger asks about their ship. "I am sorry to say that you are still stranded, our ship was dashed on the rocks and is in no way capable of taking us anywhere. Also Storian was a warrior in our group who has mysteriously vanished..." She shudders as she silently traces a ward of protection in the air.
Quetza shoves his way forward with intent at Atzi's sudden shaking, he keeps close to her in a supportive way, as he watches this strange new comer with large reptilian eyes. She calms him down with a few words in a strange language before turning back to the stranger. "We are all stuck in this place, and although the jungle is brimming with life... I fear... there is more to this place. A darkness..." Atzi grows silent as she is distracted by her thoughts.
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Amisi finally steps out from the shadows. With her broadest smile (yes she has charming as a trait) she approaches the strange new sailor.
Shipwrecked as well? You are not the only one and it looks like Shelyn and some of the other gods seem to have all of us gathered here for a yet unknown reason. It isn't by chance that we meet you - there is a deeper fate that seems to bind together everyone who gets shipwrecked here.
So welcome - no you aren't rescued yet - but I'm sure you will play part in helping us to get away from this island and in this way rescue yourself as well.
"Well now, isn't that the way o'the sea?"
"Let us stay close together then...for safety o'course." The tall Mwangi says lustily. "Let me just gather what little I saved from the wreckage. Alas I lost all mine instruments when the Titania went down. But lucky for you, I still have me sing'n voice!"
Kallakan, gathers his gear, a particularly nasty looking barbed whip, another whip, an oar, a large sack, a silver mug. He straps on his short sword and bandolier of daggers.
"Who'd like some ale a'fore we go? I found this half-keg in the wreckage of that ship o'er there."
Atzi will listen patiently and ask questions about things Sasha is talking about but she remains polite and open to what Sasha says and allows her to vent her frustrations. Once Sasha is done explaining Atzi admits that although she may not know anything about the Red Mantis or Sasha's mothers motives. She is excited at the idea of learning any technique's that Sasha will teach her and that she has nothing to worry about from Atzi about belittling her. "I try to live simply friend Sasha, if I feel the need to say something. I will speak my mind. That way tensions do not rise between any of us and I try to always speak to others as an equal."
Quetza huffs at Kallakan before Atzi can shush him, she politely declines on the grog. "Normally Quetza is not like this, my apologies. I must decline on the drink with how this Jungle has been I prefer to keep my wits, friend Kallakan but thank you." She nods politely as she herds Quetza off to the side and seems to be talking to her companion. After a few minutes she returns and her companion seems a little more amiable.
"If you wish to drink your grog and travel with us, then I for one have no issue. We are still searching for our friend Storian. But we are also keeping our eyes out for some of the other wreckages that dot this saw toothed island. We are looking for a ship called the Brine Demon, I think?"
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Quetza huffs at Kallakan before Atzi can shush him, she politely declines on the grog. "Normally Quetza is not like this, my apologies. I must decline on the drink with how this Jungle has been I prefer to keep my wits, friend Kallakan but thank you." She nods politely as she herds Quetza off to the side and seems to be talking to her companion. After a few minutes she returns and her companion seems a little more amiable.
"If you wish to drink your grog and travel with us, then I for one have no issue. We are still searching for our friend Storian. But we are also keeping our eyes out for some of the other wreckages that dot this saw toothed island. We are looking for a ship called the Brine Demon, I think?"
"Please...call me Cutlass. I have not seen this Brine Demon as of yet. It is, acceptable, if one of your crew vanished, it is only right to be cautious."
Natalyah lowers her bow and takes a step back as Amisi and Atzi welcomes the new castaway. She studies Cutlass trying to size him up. His offer of a drink is met with a cold stare.
"Come along if you wish. Just don't be a sinker."
Natalyah lowers her bow and takes a step back as Amisi and Atzi welcomes the new castaway. She studies Cutlass trying to size him up. His offer of a drink is met with a cold stare.
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"Come along if you wish. Just don't be a sinker."
"Careful there, little half-elf you might hurt your neck looking up so much..." Then he drinks some ale and has a small portion of some beef jerky from his rations.
After Kallakan has refreshed himself you search the remainder of the bech but there is no sign of Storian,it's as if he had walked down towards the shore line but never made it as his tracks suddenly cease a few yards from the high water mark.
Atzi tries to bury her sadness, as they are now faced with Storian's unknown demise, forcing back her tears she clasps her hands together in silent prayer. She turns away, trying to ignore the reality that their friend was lost to them, and hugs Quetza's head to her chest. Quetza remains sitting on his haunches not quite understanding what had upset his master. After a few moments Atzi released Quetza from her firm hold and continued to look away from where Storian's tracks had ended. She keeps a fair distance away from the others.
"We cannot remain here, looking for that which is lost to us. Not when there are others who are relying on us to find a way off this island. Forgive me friends..." With that Atzi and Quetza slowly begin heading back to camp.
It's still relatively early in the morning..
"Careful there, little half-elf you might hurt your neck looking up so much..." Then he drinks some ale and has a small portion of some beef jerky from his rations.
Natalyah stares for a moment as she tries to come up with a retort. But as she fails to do so her anger get's the better of her and she turns and walks back to the beach, muttering to herself in elven.
Well on the beach she stands where Storians footprints stop and turns to Atzi. "What did you mean with a darkness?"
Even after the search you would have enough time to swing along a trail for a couple of miles and then back to the campsite before the noon heatwave.
When Natalyah comes to stand by Atzi, its obvious that the druids usually open and friendly demeanor has been replaced by a more somber expression as she stares off at the wreckage of the Jenivere. When she finally looks at the her half elven friend, her eyes bare the look of steely resolve. She her response is quiet as she talks to Natalyah I mean just that friend Natalyah. Darkness hides many things and although this island is full of life, there is one thing it lacks." She turns to stare for a moment more at the wreckage of their ship before looking back at her friend.
"This island lacks people... I am sure there are more then a few wrecks on these shores and most ships that would come this far would carry dozens of crewmen to work them, yet I see nothing to show anyone has come before. Ever since I saw those kutembea kufa, the walking dead, my gut tells me there is something wrong with this place. Now Storian has vanished, nothing left behind, no sign of a struggle, simply gone. Leaving nothing but our memories to remind us he existed at all..." Her steely eyes soften and she looks away sadly. "We must continue on though, we have to much ground to cover and not enough time before the heat slows us again."
"But memories can be created by powerful entities, no? What if there were no Storian, and he was a false memory?"
Atzi pauses, pondering on what Cutlass suggested for a moment before responding. "Perhaps but I remember Storian from before we became wrecked on this isle." She paused a moment looking somewhat embarrassed "It is hard to explain what I feel without sounding like a mad woman. I guess what I mean is that their is something with this Island that I cannot quite figure out. Something greater may lurk on these shores or it may be like some of the old legends of dark places in the great Mwangi, places only the brave or foolish would venture alone to possibly be swallowed forever by darkness."
Adjusting her bag on her back, she draws her scimitar and stands ready to continue on with their exploration. "Hopefully we will find something new today that may help us understand, be ready friend Cutlass because so far this island has not been welcome to our roaming and each day we have been faced with enemies." She smiles at the whip slung on his side, "Yako nyoka mkia alikuwa bora kuwa na baadhi ya bite, kwa sababu mimi nina uhakika utakuwa anatuonyesha jinsi ya muhimu ni leo~"
"Your snakes tail had better have some bite to it, because i'm sure you will be showing us how useful it is today~"
Uchendu carefully regards the party's newest addition, trying to fathom him as best he can...
Noting Cutlass' somewhat lusty comments, Uchendu scowls slightly.
Great. Just what we needed. A song smith with a taste for the women. I hope he does not disrupt the fragile balance of trust and morale that we have here...
He shakes himself from his reverie when the discussion shifts towards exploring the island further.
"The faster we explore the island, the quicker we can resolve the issues of our fellow passengers, and hopefully get off this island ourselves. I would certainly support further exploration today."
Mistaking Uchendu's scowl for impatience, Atzi quickly check's her gear again and then she asks Quetza to seek ahead of them. After giving her a playful growl, which she responds with a light laugh as she quickly scratches his head ridges before he scrambles away in his awkward gait. As Quetza takes to the air Atzi turns and nods at Uchendu before quickly taking her forward position with Natalyah.
Quetza leads you east into the jungles again..you move along easily and trails are quickly found when you look for them.
you move along the cliffs east of the campsite the terrain is much like that to the west.
About 1 3/4 miles from the camp you spot a series of small islands lying about 1/4 mile off shore on which you spot another shipwreck being slowly battered apart by the waves.
Atzi looks out at the ship and frowns as she surveys the waters between the cliff and the ship.
"That ship will most difficult to reach, but there may be a way... She sits back on her haunches as she watches the water below.