Gelik watches you all with sudden intensity when the wayfinder is mentioned.
Torden sits quietly listening to the group after his recommendation for rest. As he observes the other castaways--those he hasn't had the pleasure of standing with in battle, he becomes more and more wary.
He casually makes his way over to Origin.
"Mr. Leanthris," he whispers, "I think we should make sure that one of our group is on each watch. I also noticed that the gnome, who heretofore has seemed aloof from the rest of us, seems interested in the discussion of the Pathfinders. Could be a positive reaction, but maybe not."
Keep an eye on him."
"Mr. Leanthris," he whispers, "I think we should make sure that one of our group is on each watch. I also noticed that the gnome, who heretofore has seemed aloof from the rest of us, seems interested in the discussion of the Pathfinders. Could be a positive reaction, but maybe not."
Keep an eye on him."
Origen nods, but avoids looking at the gnome. He replies in a louder voice, "You're right, Torden. Let's set up some watches for the night."
"Well Bran, it would seem we are to wait for another time for our duel," Isandril says after Origen has spoken of the need to set up night watches. "Between the rain and the need to stay alert for a few hours into the night, exerting ourselves is probably not a very good idea at the moment."
"Pity. It would have been fun," he says softly for the human warrior's ears only, a smile following his words.
"That watch sounds fine indeed. I had a short snooze, so I'm prime for the first watch." Torden looks to Sasha, who he's noticed is fidgety, but little else.
"I'm confident in Mr. Witt's watch skills," Torden whispers to Origin. "And that might allow me to get to know a bit more about Sasha."
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"Mid-watch it is. I'll hang my hammock and catch what sleep I can until then. Torden, please wake me up a wee bit earlier so I may provide Gozreh respects for the new day without interfering with my watch." She pulls out a tightly wrapped bundle of canvas, fine netting and braided line from her backpack. Walking over to the two trees she called dibs on earlier (much to the curious disinterest of others) and a quick snap of her wrist, the hammock unrolls. In a few short minutes, the hammock hangs suspended, with Yuuwa within, eyes closed. Her chain shirt and related gear at the base of tree nearest her head.
"I'm confident in Mr. Witt's watch skills," Torden whispers to Origin. "And that might allow me to get to know a bit more about Sasha."
Sadly, Torden soon realizes Jonagher's 'watch skills' seem far more focused on Sasha than anything else. The dwarf likely finds he has to do more of the actual keeping watch over the camp, while the half-elf practices his own social skills on the intriguing redhead.
"Well Bran, it would seem we are to wait for another time for our duel," Isandril says after Origen has spoken of the need to set up night watches. "Between the rain and the need to stay alert for a few hours into the night, exerting ourselves is probably not a very good idea at the moment."
"Pity. It would have been fun," he says softly for the human warrior's ears only, a smile following his words.
Bran returns the grin and replies softly, "Another time, my friend. Wake me, when you come off guard duty, yes?"
Bran walks into the darkening woods to relieve himself, then to his bed/pallet where he removes his armor and lies down to get some sleep before his late morning shift.
Origen sleeps uneasily, beset by nightmares of being devoured by a giant serpent with Captain Kovack's face. He wakes up half an hour before his watch, so he relieves Yuuwa early. Unfortunately, the lack of sleep makes him a little groggy.
Torden is perceptive enough to see that Jonagher is much more interested in Sasha than in the surrounding area, so he turns his efforts to patrolling the campsite.
The night passes with little incident. Various watches are watched, Yuuwa makes funny noises while she sleeps.
You are not too far from the beach, and can still see the water. As the sun sets, and the night deepens, the waves on the shores of the Shiv become infused with an eerie greenish radiance, almost as if the surf were glowing.
Aerys, Gelik, and Ishirou start the day with stretching, and waking up noises in the case of Gelik.
As soon as Aerys gets up, she starts to look about for a drink.
Jask, still overwhelmed from yesterday's occurrences, seems dumbfounded by his new luck.
Sasha, after stretching when she woke up, seems nervous and skittish more so than usual this morning.
Origen helps finish the sea scorpion for breakfast. "Say, did anyone else notice something unusual about the water last night?"
"We have a lot to do. How do we want to divide up the work?"
As everyone eats, Origen offers to make their rations a bit more palatable. "We'll have something fresher to eat tonight, but in the meantime . . . ."
Origen helps finish the sea scorpion for breakfast. "Say, did anyone else notice something unusual about the water last night?"
"We have a lot to do. How do we want to divide up the work?"
"Aye, I saw...something too. Couldn't tell what it was though." Bran mumbles scratching the stubble on his face.
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Yuuwa rolls out of her hammock, stands and stretches as well. She unties her bed from the tress and packs it away in the same tight roll that it was brought out. She sits with Origen soonthereafter and takes him up on his offer. "Smoked and Buttered left over SeaScorp. Breakfast of heroes. NommNommm."
"Origen, after this, I am heading to the shore to see what else washed up during the night tides. I'd like to see if the bottom half of the ship showed up. Also for our gentlemen with the sharp pointy toys: Bran, Torden, Isandril and Jon; Gozreh blessed me with three divine Endurance of Elements. This will protect you from the heat for a day. Any takers for Gozreh's divine protection before the sun rises further batheing us in sweltering heat?"
Yuuwa performs the spells as requested before donning her gear. Hopefully heading down to the shoreline with company to look for additional treasures washed up during the night.
Origen helps finish the sea scorpion for breakfast. "Say, did anyone else notice something unusual about the water last night?"
"Aye, I saw...something too. Couldn't tell what it was though." Bran mumbles scratching the stubble on his face.
"I noticed it was all eerily green," Jonagher quips, "Made for some nice mood lighting. Can I pick a camp-site or what?"
"We have a lot to do. How do we want to divide up the work?"
"I'll go hunting today. But I want to know how long are we planning to stay here?" he asks when just his companions are nearby. "When are we going to break camp and try to find the captain and see what's going on?"
"Hmmm..." Jonagher offers, "I'd hate to buck out into the wilderness and leave these people...as dejected as they are...here alone on the beach. Maybe Sasha and I can set up some defenses around the camp to better protect them...and us, while we use this as our base of operations to explore the interior."
"In the meantime, you and Isandril...and maybe that Jask fella...go out and hunt whatever you can find. We've got a lot of hungry mouths to feed. Once I'm satisfied with setting a few traps and warning alarms, I might head down to the beach with Yuuwa and see if there's any shellfish or other stuff we can collect for a stew pot or something..."
"...after this, I am heading to the shore to see what else washed up during the night tides. I'd like to see if the bottom half of the ship showed up."
"I think I'll come with you. If there's any loose planks or driftwood floating about, I might be able to use it for the camp defenses...along with anything else we can find."
"...Also for our gentlemen with the sharp pointy toys: Bran, Torden, Isandril and Jon; Gozreh blessed me with three divine Endurance of Elements. This will protect you from the heat for a day. Any takers for Gozreh's divine protection before the sun rises further batheing us in sweltering heat?"
"Considering I'm about to do quite a bit of slaving away in the hot sun, I would more than welcome such a boon, my dear."
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While Yuuwa is waiting before heading down to the beach. She engages Sasha, offering to share her company during the morning routine. She shoos Jonagher away, "Hey, go find us some lunch, that'll really charm us, you big strong provider you. Now shoo"
Sadly, it appears Sasha is retreating within herself as Yuuwa shares her company a brief time.
Origen helps finish the sea scorpion for breakfast. "Say, did anyone else notice something unusual about the water last night?"
"Aye, I saw...something too. Couldn't tell what it was though." Bran mumbles scratching the stubble on his face.
"I noticed it was all eerily green," Jonagher quips, "Made for some nice mood lighting. Can I pick a camp-site or what?"
"I had the impression that something was moving in the water as well," Isandril concurs. "Not that I could make out what it was, but I somehow doubt as to its being interested in mood or romance."
"Ah, and there was a goat that came out of the bushes during my watch. It looked at me in a positively ominous way, but I suppose it decided that I was not worth its time because it ran off into the jungle again," he adds with a grin. "At least we know there is game within those trees."
"...Also for our gentlemen with the sharp pointy toys: Bran, Torden, Isandril and Jon; Gozreh blessed me with three divine Endurance of Elements. This will protect you from the heat for a day. Any takers for Gozreh's divine protection before the sun rises further batheing us in sweltering heat?"
"That is a very good idea. I would think, however, that perhaps Leofrik and Jask might also be able to offer such protections? If that is the case, we do not have to pick and choose who gets the protection and who does not," the elf offers.
"I am also willing to go hunting, if for no other reason than to teach that goat a lesson for sneaking up on our camp," he says before turning to Origen. "If I could borrow your crossbow and a few bolts?"
"And we should eventually set out and try to get to the bottom of this, after we make the camp as safe as we can of course. Perhaps a couple of us staying with the passengers? Between Ishirou and, say, Leofrik and Jask, there should be a sense of safety, yes?"
"Aye, I saw the glow and the movement as well. But let's not concern ourselves with such things right now."
"You, young lady," Torden address Aerys, "do not need a drink. You need something solid. Come by the fire and have some biscuits."
He then moves toward Origin, trying to avoid the thought of what the man was eating. "I had a strange dream last night. In it, all aboard the Jenivere were sick except for the Captain and that scholar Ieana. I'm not much for reading dreams, but maybe it was a memory come back. I think we should find them."
Then he turns toward lifting the spirits of the group, noting Sasha's extraordinarily twitchiness this morning. He chooses his oratory over drums until the group can solve the mystery of the echoing drums.
"Any takers for Gozreh's divine protection before the sun rises further bathing us in sweltering heat?"
"I have my hat. But if anyone wearing armor needs it, they're welcome to borrow it."
"I had the impression that something was moving in the water as well," Isandril concurs. "Not that I could make out what it was, but I somehow doubt as to its being interested in mood or romance."
"Let's try to get a better look at it. Torden, maybe tonight you could magically illuminate the waters if you see motion. It may give us a chance to see whatever is in the water."
"I am also willing to go hunting, if for no other reason than to teach that goat a lesson for sneaking up on our camp," he says before turning to Origen. "If I could borrow your crossbow and a few bolts?"
"Of course. Why don't you hold on to it and my bolts for now? I can use my magic."
"I had a strange dream last night. In it, all aboard the Jenivere were sick except for the Captain and that scholar Ieana. I'm not much for reading dreams, but maybe it was a memory come back. I think we should find them."
"Perhaps we should check the beach for salvage as Yuuwa suggests, but look if we see other people's tracks. The crew might try to come down and look too. Otherwise, we have a lot of island to search."
"I'd like to bury the First Mate and Cookie too, if we can make the time."
"Hmmm..." Jonagher offers, "I'd hate to buck out into the wilderness and leave these people...as dejected as they are...here alone on the beach. Maybe Sasha and I can set up some defenses around the camp to better protect them...and us, while we use this as our base of operations to explore the interior."
"In the meantime, you and Isandril...and maybe that Jask fella...go out and hunt whatever you can find. We've got a lot of hungry mouths to feed. Once I'm satisfied with setting a few traps and warning alarms, I might head down to the beach with Yuuwa and see if there's any shellfish or other stuff we can collect for a stew pot or something..."
"Yeah, I guess we do need a base - it's always good to come home to something, eh? I'll round up Isandril and Jask and we'll head out; see what we can find. We should be back around midday...if not...then we've either run into trouble or decided to hole up out of the heat. Wish us luck."
Bran walks over to Jask, getting Isandril's attention in the process and saying, "Ready to go hunting? Jask, you up for it?"
And then to Yuuwa, Bran says, "I'll gladly take a protective charm, m'lady."
Shouldering Origen's crossbow, Isandril moves closer to Bran, ready, and even eager, to start their hunting trip. "I will try to retrieve as many of the bolts or at least tips as is possible Origen."
"I would not mind a little protection against this heat either," he says to either Yuuwa, Leofrik or Jask.
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While Yuuwa is waiting before heading down to the beach. She engages Sasha, offering to share her company during the morning routine. She shoos Jonagher away, "Hey, go find us some lunch, that'll really charm us, you big strong provider you. Now shoo"
Totally in a dazed state since she woke up, Sasha seems almost panicked about something. Her normal agitation has turned to jumping at the slightest sounds and a general anxiety about her.
Yuuwa's attempts at friendliness seem to have a calming effect on her, but she still seems overwhelmed.
"I am sorry," she says, blinking back tears, "I thought I would be able to help today, but I am just so overwhelmed. I ca....I ca...I can't do this!"
She retreats to the interior of the tent and rocks back and forth, humming softly to herself.
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Jask looks up when his name is mentioned.
"I will certainly pray for that in the future, but today, Nethys has seen it fit to only grant me one casting of that particular divine blessing. I shall gladly share it with anyone in need."
"Hmm," Frik speaks up when Jask is finished, "I thought it misplaced, but I have searched and searched for my holy symbol, and cannot seem to find it. I shall have to pray and meditate on how to solve this problem, but I can still provide some basic healing and for some sanitation. "
Then he turns toward lifting the spirits of the group, noting Sasha's extraordinarily twitchiness this morning. He chooses his oratory over drums until the group can solve the mystery of the echoing drums.
Torden approaches Sasha in the tent, and gets her to at least calm down. She is still reluctant to assist, as she just cannot focus.
The group seems generally pleased with your oration, though happy spirits don't remain for too long due to the heat, and the realization of being stranded on the Shiv!
Guard: Origen
Medic: Frik
Hunter: Jask
Origen watches Sasha rush into the tent. "Sorry, Jonagher. Maybe she'll feel better later."
Origen spends the day watching the nearby jungle for trouble. But because he's more worried now that the other passengers will break down, he tries to put the best face on things.
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Yuuwa shakes her head over her attempt at talking to Sasha, then watching her flee into the tent. "Learn from your failures and move on." She mumbles to herself. She turns to the task of casting Endure Elements upon Jonagher, Isandril and Bran. "There. That should keep you comfortable until this time tomorrow. If nothing else, you'll sleep without sweating...
She looks once again at the tent where Sasha is cooing softly to herself. "Aye, Origen, you've the right of it. My skills are not diplomancy, I've been raised in a strict seafaring environment. Didn't matter what mood you were in, you still had to perform your assigned tasks. I'll help around the camp, until we can get a small party to comb the beach with me. I hope the men can manage a successful hunt."
Isandril moves through the camp, approaching the various passengers and checking up on them, showing a genuine interest in their well-being and making sure food rations and water are appropriately divided to them. He tries to reassure them that, between the various more adventurous castaways, no harm will come to them and they will not be making a permanent home of this place.
"I'll help around the camp, until we can get a small party to comb the beach with me. I hope the men can manage a successful hunt."
"Sounds good. I hope that you can salvage something more from the wreck."
Origen thinks for a moment. "Yuuwa, do you think that it would be a good idea to leave a message in the sand with rocks for anyone that tries to salvage the beach or ship? It would steer them to us if they come back as the First Mate did."
He mutters, "Of course, it'd also steer Captain Kovack or any hostile natives to us. Your call."
Torden spends his time going about the camp talking to the others, doing his best to cheer them up and get them on board with the group's efforts.
He tries not to press anyone, making sure they are comfortable and offering words of encouragement where he can.
Unfortunately he finds that Aerys is still far to obsessed with the drink. He worries that extreme measures might have to be taken to shake her of her addiction.
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After the group moves about, generally cheering up everyone and getting them to stop focusing on their current plight, Aerys approaches Torden. She seems naucious from lack of drink, her hands shake, and she seems really tired.
"You and your fellow memebers speak truth. Though I am still feeling under the weather, I cannot in good conscience let you do all the work of keeping me alive. In that vein, I would like to volunteer to serve here as either a guard, I do have extensive combat training, or I am quite skilled with poetry, and can perhaps use this to assist in keeping everyone's spirits up."
Not to be outdone, Gelik stands as tall as his short frame allows on a nearby downed palm tree.
"I shall not be upstaged by milady Marinade here! I too can assist. I have a quick wit and a sharp eye for comedy, or if my entertainments are not to your liking, I can certainly serve in the more academic capacity of a medic. I do have classical training."
Moving up to the group, Ishirou clears his throat and looks about you all with a grim look to his eyes.
"I have no jokes to tell, or medical knowledge to speak of, I cannot help that way. I know the way of the blade. I can keep watch, or I can protect the camp."
"Excellent. Let's all decide where you three can help the most . . . ."
Bran watches all of this with a somewhat detached sense of caring and irritation.
When did it become our responsibility to care for these people? The longer we delay, the further the crazy ass captain and his wench get from us!
He keeps this to himself and instead just leans against a tree and waits for everyone to take their role so he and his companions can be about what's really important.
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Yuuwa pads over to her backpack, pulls out another tightly wrapped but smaller bundle and a small pouch. She grins and says to no one in particular, "Well despite being marooned, they were very conscientous about making sure our gear was all here. That involved a whole lotta extra effort. I am very curious about the motive now." She unrolls the bundle to reveal a fishing net. She starts to check the netting knots and attaching weights, pulled from the pouch, to the fringes. "Never had monkey meat, not sure if the men are up to chasing the critters through the trees to even bring something back, but I do know there's fish to be had. And perhaps monkey meat is not to everyone's liking."
She glances around the camp and counts idle hands. "Bran, Just cuz I hung my hammock on the tree doesn't mean the tree needs extra support, take Aeryis and pick up dead wood. We'll need it to dry/smoke the fish. Ishirou, please help me check the knots. I'd like a strong arm to protect my back from the SeaScorpions whilst I net a school of fish."
Yuuwa makes small talk regarding use and care of the net but does not pry. Her purpose is to keep everyone productive not play diplomat and she puts her words to action.
Her purpose is to keep everyone productive not play diplomat and she puts her words to action.
"Maybe we'll have more time to begin exploring later." Origen follows Yuuwa's lead and starts patrolling around the camp, keeping his eyes open for any threats.