You have a long journey ahead of you, so you might as well get acquainted with each other and the rest of the crew and passengers.
Aerys Mavato: This severe half-elven woman boarded in Port Peril, where she immediately got into a scrape with a crude sailor. She spends most of her time in her bunk, seeming to purposefully avoid fraternizing with the ship’s other passengers.
Alizandru Kovack: A Chelish man whose family has made the Magnimar to Eleder run for generations, Captain Kovack is pleasant enough with his passengers, but a strict disciplinarian when dealing with his crew.
Alton Devers: The Jenivere’s first mate is friendly with both passengers and crew, but he sometimes seems to chafe under the strong discipline of Captain Kovack.
Gelik Aberwhinge: A sharply dressed gnome from Magnimar, Gelik spends much of his time writing in the ships’ common areas, and takes every opportunity to tell long-winded stories, boast of past journeys, or quip about anything in his field of view.
Ieana: A bookish Varisian scholar who tends to keep to herself, Ieana is traveling to Sargava to explore the ancient ruins there. Rumors aboard the ship alternately suggest that she’s the Jenivere’s owner, a Chelish agent, or Captain Kovack’s secret lover. Ieana keeps mostly to herself, and grows more intent on her studies with each mile the ship travels closer to Eleder.
Ishirou: A scruffy human of Tian heritage, Ishirou boarded at Bloodcove and waits to reach Sargava with a quiet eagerness. Aloof but not rude, he gives the impression of one who has had a hard life but find himself currently without direction.
Jask Derindi: A prisoner loaded aboard in Corentyn, Captain Kovack sees to this taciturn human’s needs with curt courtesy, but insists he be left alone, sequestered in the ship’s brig.
Rambar Terillo: A taciturn man from Senghor, Ship’s Cook Terillo has served in that capacity aboard several ships, though apparently not on account of his culinary skills, which seem to be limited to watery soups.
Sasha Nevah: This red-haired human boarded the Jenivere in Ilizmagorti. Since leaving Mediogalti Island, the woman’s somber demeanor has gradually faded, revealing a boisterous and optimistic personality. None have yet questioned her about her missing left pinky finger.
Thrace sits off the side sharpening the many edges of her star knives. Short and scrawny, the mousy girl isn't exceptional looking nor is she particularly unattractive. It is mainly her lack of any social skills that put people off around her.
The young orphan has already been quickly sizing up the rest of the crew seeing who she can steal a few coins off of during the voyage. Her unkempt hair is divided off into two hasty pigtails, her high leather boots are scuffed and worn beyond ever recovering a shine, her brown trousers are faded, and her flowing while shirt conceals spring loaded knives attached to each forearm.
Somia lounges on deck, enjoying the sailors eyes upon her. She'll flirt with Alton or Vantas if she gets the opportunity, but won't go hunting for them.
She leaves her armour and bow in her quarters, as she finds them tiresome most of the time, along with her pack and it's contents, but keeps her Rapier and Dagger at her belt, leaving her wearing a loose dress, that accentuates her figure rather than disguises it.
Siddok is constantly irritating the captian about safety measures taken aboard the ship. He is always wearing his gear at all times that way he is prepared for anything that might transpire. Mostly keeping to himself but occasionally talking to Vantas about alchemical reagents, because clearly he is a wizard of the highest caliber.
He consistently is seen fidgeting with some contraption or counting out everything he has in his packs and arranging it in its proper order. While annoying at times, crewmembers know he is truly looking out for their safety.
Siddok is very wary of Jask and checks to see if he is still in his cell hourly
Vantas, as part of the initial crew of the Jenivere, Made it his utmost duty that knew the newer passengers aboard the ship. Intermingling with them with both completely honest AND underlying reasons simultaneously. He was never shy to show his intelligence or be bombastic about his capabilities; though he only seem to compliment or comment when appropriate, nor more, no less.
Vantas wore resplendent Chellish cloak and mage's robes that covered the thin layer of protection he placed underneath. A steel headband with four slight points and a ruby embedded in the front-most facing point. He did not go with Bow or Spear as that would be most unnecessary upon the deck, but he often carried the smaller blades, hidden on his person. You could never be too sure that no one would attack a 'lowly wizard.' Upon the ship he served as their Master of Arcane Arts, One who held knowledge of much, a good eye, and from time to time would be requested to fix broken equipment or heal a particularly bad wound. Sometimes he would entertain passengers with a display of Fireworks. As such he was able to become familiar with particular individuals upon the ship.
Aerys, Half-elven much like himself, was rough and crude. Clearly she was trying to avoid others for some reason, his eyes could tell. She was not unbecoming at all for a woman however, so his interest was peaked.. and you never knew when that ability to fight would be most useful.
Alton and Gelik he would spin many a tale with, with their adventures and accomplishments.. some for pure fun others for grim recollections. At no point were their talks not interesting and satisfying, especially when rumors were abound.
The more knowledgeable persons, Vantas inquired and interacted with the most.. or well ALMOST there was another. Siddok was a draconian blessed humanoid who knew much more than his race is often given credit for and seems skittish constantly. He however always seemed to inquire in Vantas in many alchemical items, that of which he had passing or relevant knowledge upon, they often traded theories. Ieana spoke to him from time to time but often it was over a Map, some history, weird languages and arcane lore. She was one who studied vapidly and that hummed a string in his soul at how her dedication was strong. Ishirou intrigued Vantas greatly as a man from a far land, his language flowed much differently and he seemed more experienced than his eyes belied.
And then there was Jask. Vantas of course was told not to interact with the prisoner BUT it seemed.. odd that such a man would be transferred and treated quite well. He was not much of one to cause issues but there seemed to be guards placed around to ward of passengers and ensure Jask was delivered, Siddok being one. How important was it for this man to be retrieved, Vantas did not know why BUT, he would find out before this trip ended he ensured himself.
There was Thrace, the wallflower, he had not much words with the lass. He however noted her eyes and demeanor the entire trip, how she boarded and her mannerisms, as such was a self appointed task in securing passengers. 'Unattractive' by looks was incorrect, the better phrasing in his mind was 'wholly practical' and clearly not extravagant. The few times they interacted it was with eye contact.. that of which he did not avoid whenever they met, as if to affirm his position and lack of fear.. while also giving somewhat respect.
Finally and most notably was his Somia. Just the thought of interacting with her seemed to dishevel his stoic position. Since her presence graced the Jenivere, when she was not near, he somehow found himself less attentive or unable to recall facts. It was a constant dance with Hell and Heaven. For when she was close he could not help but compliment Somia on her grace or beauty, that of which he is sure has been repeated multiple occasions. Her luscious hair, auburn skin, pert lips, and stunning curves. Vantas was clearly smitten but often hid it under inquisitive observation or routine check ups. Her willingness to converse with him made the situation that much worse, his heart would skip from time to time. Vantas however was wary, so wary.. because he has had such a feeling in his life times before.. and they shattered him when it did not go well. So.. at this point his flirting came off light, lest he apply too much and have his world reversed yet again.
Night falls and you're all sitting down for dinner. You're barely a few bites into your meal, when the world goes black.
Thrace retrieves her weapons from the pile after vaulting away from the strange monster attacking her.
One of them pursues her and tries to strike her with its stinger, but misses.
The other rushes up and snips Vantus in his leg, startling him awake.
Thrace backs away 10ft from the nearest scorpion hoping to draw them towards her:
She then throws a starknife at the closest scorpion:
Vantas awakes to a small nibble, clearly he as dreaming, as Somia's image appeared in his minds eye cuddling into him. That image came to a halt as the nibble became a pinch! His eyes shot awake in distress, Somia could never be so painful. Awaking to see some odd creature with pincers and a tail flailing about. At first seeking his own safety, Vantas flipped upon his feet, deftly dodging its next strike, ready to make distance but a groan drew his eyes toward the unconscious Somia.
The apple of his eye, his heart pounded and his body told him to stay, for her sake. Pushing past the aftereffects of his current sickness, Vantas places a hand out and shouts in anger.
" Foul creature, you have assaulted the Great Vantas and shall be punished with his arcane Judgement Be frozen! Aquieros Fimvultlur! "
Eldritch energies culminating in his right pointing finger being empowered somewhat as a blue ray shoots forward into the creature.
As Thrace backs away from one of the strange scorpions it strikes at her with its stinger.
It is then immediately split in half as the Starknife bisects it's body.
A few feet away the scorpion blasted by Vantas seems startled by his attack but relatively unharmed.
The stinger fails to pierce through Thrace's armor as she moves away.
A scorpion tries to sting Thrace; but even in her weakened condition she is far too agile for it.
The other remaining scorpion tries to sting Vantas and when that fails to strike him with its pincers, which it manages as Vantas gets a foot stuck in the wet sand avoiding the first claw.
Somia awakes with a start to see Vantas standing over her shooting a blast of Eldritch energy at some strange sea creature. She finds herself unarmed and wearing her dress from the night before.
Vantas seethes with rage that such a creature would dare assault him. Somia's presence giving him strength and embolden Vantas as he strikes
" You are hardier than you look, too bad that means I shall squeeze the life from you! I will allow nothing to Harm MY Somia nor stop my ascension in magic! Die Vermin! "
The Eldritch energies from before instead pulsing into his body and buffing him out a bit.He reaches out with one hand to clamp down on the beast and raise it into the air to strangle it.
Thrace steps back 5 feet and throws her dagger at the the nearest scorpion.
The scorpion tries to sting Vantas as he grabs it.
Thrace's dagger finds its mark and strikes the scorpion right in what must have been considered it's face.
In the distance Vantas holds the scorpion into the air shouting at it as it clicked it's claws at him angrily.
"Whu... Somia is lost for words at her situation, and tries to pull away from the scorpion...
Unfortunately it appears she's still too woozy to graceful as she scurries backwards.
Stand up then move to the weapons pile, it appears that the scorpion is grappled anyway, so I'm guessing no AoO?
Thrace dashes in and throws her last dagger, but it bounces harmlessly to the ground.
The scorpion attempts to give Vantas a vicious click-clackening.
Somia grabs a weapon (her Rapier if she sees it) and moves to engage the last scorpion.
Vantas eyes the creature to see if its corpse will be of any use after the Reckoning he would give it, Especially it's poison.
Vantas can tell that so long as the tail remains intact there should atleast be a dose of poison that remains.
Vantas looks upon the creature with total dominance, its flails of desperation apparent. Clasped firmly in one hand Vantas noted the Dagger thrown by Thrace nearby, kicking it up into his free hand. His rage was, simple death would not be enough as his squeeze became more fierce and then just as the creature seemed to almost give up.. Vantas slammed the hilt of the Dagger into its center of mass.
When the creatures body went limp he grabbed by the tail and flung it harshly to the ground looking at Somia with the same fierce, dominating eyes as he did the scorpion, " Are you fine Somia, Thrace? Not hurt anywhere? If so I have a preposition.. I am not sure when we will get food, But I am thinking Scorpion tonight. Now.. Time to awake the Kobold " Letting the scorpion drop to the ground with a slump as if strangling the creature was no great task. He tried to ignore even his own wounds.
"I'm unharmed, and I must admit I am very grateful for you protecting me while I was vulnerable." Somia gazes at Vantas demurely.
"Perhaps we should check what supplies we have and... does anyone know if were washed up here, or were we dumped here?"
The ferocity in his eyes seemed to squelch themselves as the realization of what he had done and who for. Somia's reaction assaulted him like many knives, disarming him of his powerful position. He found it hard to keep a more commanding visage, simply nodding at her statement. " I-It was nothing. As you know I am part of the Crew and it is our duty to see to it that the passengers are w-well taken care of. I couldnt stand by and let harm come to you even in my own state. I might be a wielder of Arcane power.. But I guess... The moment made me stronger than I even thought possible. " he mused over that fact.
When Somia asked of their situation however he seemed to grow solemn. " We should check and see what all is still in our supplies yes. This is a good plan. However.. whether we were dumped here or something happened.. I do know this.. the captain, Ieana, and Alton were not present at dinner. And we suddenly awoke here. So either we were all poisoned or there was a massive crash that suddenly gave everyone a concussion. I'll search the supplies, hopefully most of my reserves are fine and my spellbook and components are not TOO damaged. Then we will find out if there are any more survivors. " Moving to the pile to re-equip himself.
Somia glances over at the kobold, and seeing that he is starting to stir on his own, she follows Vantas to the equipment pile, keeping close to him.
Siddok awakens from a rather odd dream of strange pants and sourcream, when he opens his eyes all he sees is the sky above and that Thrace, Vantas and Somia are all awake. He gets up and brushes himself off then screaches as he realizes that there are dead scorpions nearby.
He reaches into his pack to gather some of the poison... but after a few misses with his hand he realizes his equipment is gone! He screaches as he sees a pile of equipment close by and runs straight for it hoping to find everything in the pile.
As Siddok aproaches he sees confusion in everyones eyes as they too shift through the pile. Does anybodys remebers whats happends? Siddok was abouts tos munches whens everythings wents blacks. Siddok hopes the captians, Ieanas, ands Altons ates becauses i didn'ts sees thems ats munchys times.
Now that the commotion is over you'll immediately notice there are more bodies strung out along the beach a bit further down past the stockpile of equipment.
You can tell that the unconscious bodies are Aerys Mavato, Gelik Aberwhinge, Ishirou, Sasha Nevah, and perhaps most disturbingly; Jask Derindi.
In the distance you can see the Jenivere, listing to port, partially
submerged, and with her hull a gaping ruin as she leans
against a jagged cliff side among several sharp rocks.
Siddok checks to see if Jask is bound in any way, if not he will bind him with any bit of rope or manacles he can find from the pile, after that he will try and wake up the others.
Siddok checks to see if Jask is bound in any way, if not he will bind him with any bit of rope or manacles he can find from the pile, after that he will try and wake up the others.
Jask is still in manacles.
Somia retrieves her gear, picks up her armour and coyly asks "Can you help me with the fastenings?" of Vantas, raising her arms to give him access to her body.
She'll keep an eye on the others if they go to check the other bodies. Once ready she'll go and examine the other people, see what condition they're in.
Vantas searches through the equipment, strapping an assortment of wands to his side, tossing Thrace her misplaced dagger as he seems to retrieve 4 higher quality ones, a shortbow with a quiver, some other blades and a longspear; which he attaches to his back on a harness. His signature reading light that floats about his head in the shape of a Red Dragon's head emanating bright light. It is not until Vantas has a short sword sheathed upon his right side that he seems perturbed stretching his right hand, getting used the the cestus adorning it.
" Hrm it would seem my spellbook and pouch are missing, as is my greatest container of spells. For you see I require a wand to harness many magics, for most of my ability is self-taught. My familiar is gone as well.. this worries me. Siddok! Ensure the rest of the people over there are fine.. If they need assistance tell me, I will see what I can do. For now assume the situation is dire.. For the Ship has gone to hell and I have no idea where we are. We have daylight for now so if anything we must get the three essentials; Food, Shelter, and Water. We know not whether there are more of these creatures about or WORSE"
Vantas dragging the scorpions into one pile " Harvest these for their poison afterward we can notably cook the one I deal with alive.. it should provide the freshest of meat then. Which reminds me.. is anyone else missing something? " Vantas hesitating as Somia seems to want his assistance.. his hands quiver with anticipation.
Somia retrieves her gear, picks up her armour and coyly asks "Can you help me with the fastenings?" of Vantas, raising her arms to give him access to her body.
She'll keep an eye on the others if they go to check the other bodies. Once ready she'll go and examine the other people, see what condition they're in.
Siddok retrieves his gear from the pile after finding out the conditions of the others.
"Hmmm, my armour's missing, t'is a shame, but I'm sure I'll survive."
Siddok successfuly harvests one poison from the scorpions and places it in his empty vial, he noticeses Somias intrige and gives it to her. Justs gives backs the vials whens yous useds its
Vantas' hands stop their fumbling as the image of them caressing Somia's body in 'assistance' poofed from existence. He placed his right hand gingerly upon her shoulder " Of course you shall survive. You are with Vantas, one of the more capable persons upon the now desolate Jenivere. I have magicks for situations such as this though limited, I assure you I will protect you Lady Somia. The item I lost was just one of my more.. explosive spells. " He coughs as he tries to look dignified during that speech.
Siddok has already extracted whatever could be salvaged from this bunch.
Thrace mumbles endless strings of profanities to herself as she compiles her gear back into a pack. She wipes down her daggers and slips them back into their spring-loaded wrist sheaths. Most of her angry mutterings were about the loss of one of her cold iron star knives. As the pair of blades were her most prized possessions, she seemed more surly than usual.
It was poison. Some one actually poisoned us on our own ship. And it cost me Night Monarch, she said voice dripping with hatred. I will gut the traitor myself. Sorrowbrand hates flying alone. she added referring to the remaining starknife both named after the servitors of her goddess, Desna.
"Why thank you little one." Somia gratefully accepts the vials, then looks over at Thrace.
"Well if one of the crew poisoned us, it appears they must've done most of the ship too."
Vantas looks to Thrace as her tirade of profanities subsided curious as to how each of them had lost something.. well..important in some way. He wondered if the same held true for the other passengers, including Jask and Siddok. " Are you missing anything vital as well Siddok? It seems uncanny for us all to lose something to the waves.. so perhaps it was stolen from our person. "
His head then gives a curt nod to Thrace " I had feared as much, clearly my divination magics were not strong enough and someone or a group of people caused this. However it may have backfired for the Ship is ruined and thus there is no other way off this island to my knowledge, our small rowboats would not get far.. and this place does not look like our destination. Thrace, Siddok, Somia.. I must ask.. will you work together with me? It seems the best chance of survival. As we figure out what all happened.. THEN we will get our Revenge. " An almost devious smirk rising from his lips.
Siddok haves maps, thoughs Siddoks nots knows hows tos finds locations ons saids maps
Vantas smirks " I will take that as your form of.. agreement to our working together. Now that you gathered the poison, what is your report on the 4 others over there? Are they well off or dazed from the wreck? Do any need healing? And I need a report on your belongings as well . I might be able to find out about where we are on this map. If I take the amount of days we had left to reach our destination and own known position before the blackout, take account for the terrain here and known bodies someone would want to detour to. " Vantas looks over the map intensely.
"Oh don't worry Vantas, I'll go all the way with you." Somia smirks.