Inti cries out as the scimitar slices him open, before his counterstrike slams into his opponent, drawing blood but not much else. Inti then falls to the ground, and is dying.
Mordack is far back
He pulls out his bow, loads and arrow and fires at the enemy
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Mordack's arrow pierces the lead creature's chest, causing the creature visible pain but not dissuading it from its goal.
Sasha charges the creatures, slashing at the lead creature with her rapier.
Sasha's strike brings down the first creature, leaving it twitching on the ground.
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Gelik sees Inti go down, and puts an arrow to his bow and looses.
The arrow pierces the barbarian's thigh, eliciting a guttural curse and turning the barbarian to face the gnome.
I'm still here, but I'm unconscious lol.
Joll runs toward any remaining creature with his morningstar held in two hands. Once he is in reach, he swings for all his is worth.
Attack with charge action
Damage if it hits
So, dustæm, what brought you to this ill-fated trip?
Asmodia's search of the deck turns up nothing, any loose items long since thrown overboard by the crashing of the waves. Here and there a few scraps of rope are still tied down, but all together it would only equal out to a few feet.
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Joll's strike hits the next creature, smashing it in the chest and causing it to call out in great pain.
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Ishirou sighs, testing the edge of his katana in impatience. "I've been doing work as a hired hand in Bloodcove for years now, and my contract with my former employer expired, and now I'm out to see the world again and maybe find my way back to Tian one day to retire."
Ishirou's ears perk up, hearing the sound of combat slightly distant along the path his companions just trod. He grabs his katana in a combat stance and motions for Gudbjörn to follow. "It sounds like they're in trouble, Gudbjörn! Let's Go!"
[ooc}Connor, did you ever describe what we are fighting. I read through recent posts and must have missed it if you did.[/ooc]
[ooc}Connor, did you ever describe what we are fighting. I read through recent posts and must have missed it if you did.[/ooc]
Gudbjörn follows after Ishirou as quickly as he can. . Aye, I hear it too. Let us make haste, the gods wait not on us! he says, as he hefts his greataxe in both hands.
Mordack's arrow brings down the last creature, bringing the red-and-brown reptile crashing to the jungle floor. Just as the creature comes down Gudbjorn and Ishirou come running from the trail behind. Ishirou relaxes his grip at the sight of the dead creatures.
"It seems we came too late, Gudbjorn. Alas, we'll have to wet our blades another time."
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Kevorin jumps into action, preparing to cast Color Spray on the barbarian who appeared from nowhere out of the jungle. His hands perform the arcane gestures and he speaks the words, a spray of colored sand bursting forth from his palm towards the stranger.
Kevorin's DC
The barbarian stumbles slightly, but retains a clear head. He runs toward Kevorin, lashing out with his scimitar.
The slash lands across Kevorin's chest, opening a gaping wound acrost his shoulder, eliciting a cry from the man. Meanwhile, Gelik dashes to Inti's side, his tongue stumbling over the arcane syllables of a rushed cure spell to heal his erstwhile companion.
Inti's scimitar slashes into the barbarian, running the barbarian through. The man collapses in a growing pool of his own blood, the life fading out of him.
Aye, it seems we are, but we might as well stick with them now that we've caught up. Lead on, dustæm, says Gudbjörn, as he slides his greataxe back into it's sling.
Joll examines the bodies of the slain creatures and asks the others "Any idea what these are, or were?"
Sasha examines the corpse of one of the creatures with the end of her kukri, turning it back and forth with the point of her knife. "No idea, but these little guys are kinda cute." She looks up to see Mordack moving onward into the jungle, and picks up her weapons to follow him. "Maybe we should ask our friendly park ranger there."
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Mordacks head in the direction the creatures came from, coming to the edge of the jungle only to face a sheer cliff dropping eighty-some feet to a surf of crashing waves. The sounds of one or two of the creatures is coming from close by, although its not immediately obvious where the sound is coming from.
Everyone hears the sound of the creatures, but Mordack, Gudbjörn, and Joll can tell that the sounds are coming from about ten feet below the lip of the cliff, and the cries are obviously the sound of very young creatures.
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Gelik is positively beaming after the sudden appearance of the barbarian from the jungle. "I must say, this is a first for me. A sudden ambush by a wild man from the jungle. This will certainly make for a story worth telling if we ever make it off of this rock. Inti my fellow, are you alright? It almost seemed as though he would get the better of you for a moment there."
"It is too bad that the young have hatched, we might have had eggs otherwise."
Inti looks put out at the easy smile on the mans face, before placing a hand where the strike had fallen. "I'll be ok, it was a good strike, thats all"
If there are young nesting, there is bound to be an adult, unless these other two that were felled were the adults. That being said, there could be other nests close by with their own adults guarding their young, if they react the way most common birds do, and depending upon how territorial they are. Aside from that, I don't think there is anything more to offer us in the way of a camp site down the cliff face.
Joll's response is a simple affirmation by way of a "Hmmh" sound.
"Are the others joining us as well?"
Sasha nods, twirling her kukri in thought. "That is a shame. We could've had eggs to go with our lobsters. I'm going to peek over the cliff to see if the nest is exposed or if it is perhaps inside a cave. If it's in a cave, that could provide an excellent camp provided we find some rope to get down there. No worrying about wild animals, anyway."
Sasha walks quietly to the edge of the cliff, peering over the side, down to the surf below. Then she walks backward before turning around to address the party. "It looks like the nest is inside a cave. We can continue to look for another campsite, or we can find something to climb down with and clear out the cave. It's up to you all. But it looks like it's going to be dark in a few hours, and finding another suitable site could take up what little daylight we have left."
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Gelik notices the dejected look on Inti's face regarding his excitement over the recent turn of events. "Sorry if I seem a little excited, lad. It's a gnome thing. We literally live for excitement." Gelik looks up at the sun, noticing the time of day. "I hope they find a campsite soon, it seems we don't have much daylight left."
Jask shifts in his manacles, trying to make himself comfortable. "Indeed. I wonder how Asmodia and Aerys are coming along. Hopefully they can salvage a few things from the wreck to make things a little easier."
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After Asmodia searches the deck, she follows Aerys into the remains of the captain's cabin. While Aerys searches the desk, Asmodia searches the metal footlocker. Tucked into an oilcloth sack with the words 'Property of the prisoner Jask Derindi', she finds a suit of leather armor, a masterwork dagger, two potion bottles labeled 'Curative Drought', a holy symbol of Nethys, and a pouch of spell components.
"I found Jask's gear. If we decide as a group to free him he could prove useful. I doubt a cleric of Nethys would seek to do any of us harm without provocation."
Aerys tries a lower drawer in the desk, finding it locked. "Asmodia, I have no skill in picking locks and I think you are the stronger of the two of us. Would you mind forcing the drawer?"
Asmodia nods in reply, drawing her sword. She inserts the blade into the crack of the drawer, attempting to force the lock.
Asmodia manages to force the drawer, bringing the hardwood drawer open. Inside is a bottle of fine brandy, a darkwood model of the Jenivere in a glass bottle, and small coffer containing 350 gold pieces. Also in the drawer is a long leather satchel containing a number of potions labeled as healing potions, restoration, remove disease, water breathing and water walking.
"These should prove quite useful in surviving this damnable jungle."
Aerys nods in reply, helping Asmodia load the items from the desk into the oilcloth sack. "Let's continue searching the ship. We can leave the sack here for now."
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Asmodia and Aerys leave the sack of supplies in the captain's cabin, continuing their search of the shipwreck. As they near the lower decks they hear a scrabbling sound coming from ahead, as if something was trying to get through a door. Asmodia waves for Aerys to move silently, and the two of them attempt to sneak up on the source of the noise.
The two manage to creep up on the source of the noise, one of the lobster creatures from the beach. It is currently trying to break down a wooden door, while a sizeable trickle of blood runs out from the other side of the door. The two exchange a glance before drawing arrows to loose.
Asmodia's arrow nearly kills the beast, although Aerys' s arrow misses by a wide margin. The creature turns to engage the two, brandishing its claws and stinger at the two of them.
Sasha looks thoughtful, twirling her kukri in her dexterous fingers. "Since we don't have any climbing material at the moment I think it would be best if we tried the upper entrance to see if it connects with the lower cave. What does everyone else think?"
A lone figure makes his way through the unforgiving jungle. Judging from his complexion, he looks to be a human from the far northern lands. What gear he has looks to be a bit mismatched, as if hastily assembled from things at hand. The pace at which he's moving suggests someone who, while not rushing forward heedlessly, is trying his best to balance speed with stealth.
An elf slowly regains consciousness with a brutally pounding headache. He thinks, "Where am I? What happened? Granted that I was looking for excitement, but this wasn't what I had in mind. "
Julian awakens, his head throbbing with pain. What in the name of Besmara happened? My head feels like a boulder landed on it.
Julian attempts to examine his surroundings.
The last thing I remember was being on that cargo and transport ship.... Jenavieve.... no, that isn't right... Jenivere, that was it. Am I still on it? If so, something doesn't seem quite right.
Julian awakens, his head throbbing with pain. What in the name of Besmara happened? My head feels like a boulder landed on it.
Julian attempts to examine his surroundings.
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The last thing I remember was being on that cargo and transport ship.... Jenavieve.... no, that isn't right... Jenivere, that was it. Am I still on it? If so, something doesn't seem quite right.
As you struggle to focus, you can hear the distant sounds of waves crashing upon the wooden hull. As you come to your senses, you can hear the sounds of combat nearby. Your eyes open and you find yourself in a small store room, along with the probably deceased body of a man you recognize as the Jenivere's first mate, Alton Devers. You first reflex is to check your weapons, and sure enough all of your knives are still there.
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Outside in the corridor the sea scorpion rushes Asmodia, stinging at her with its tail.
Asmodia winces at the sting, relief visible across her face when the poison doesn't take hold. She lashes out with her sword, hoping to take the foul beast down this time.
Her attack clatters off the beast's armor, eliciting a psuedo-mocking clatter from the creature. Aerys nocks her bow, loosing a shaft at the sea scorpion.
Aerys' arrow hits the creature right in the forehead, bringing the dog-sized monster to the ground. Aerys and Asmodia relax, until they hear shifting from behind the door. The two nod at each other and try the door, finding it stuck fast. They think for a moment before Aerys knocks.
An elf slowly regains consciousness with a brutally pounding headache. He thinks, "Where am I? What happened? Granted that I was looking for excitement, but this wasn't what I had in mind. "
A lone figure makes his way through the unforgiving jungle. Judging from his complexion, he looks to be a human from the far northern lands. What gear he has looks to be a bit mismatched, as if hastily assembled from things at hand. The pace at which he's moving suggests someone who, while not rushing forward heedlessly, is trying his best to balance speed with stealth.
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Haloniel slowly gets up. As he does so he realizes that he is in a store room with Julian and the deceased first mate. Haloniel says, "Well, it looks like the two of us at least are alive. Do you have any idea what happened? Before I totally forget my manners, my name is Haloniel."
Bayani forces the stuck door of the storeroom open, finding Julian and Halonial.
"Ah, friends, good to see you survived the wreck as well, though seems this human was not so lucky."
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Julian starts as Haloniel introduces himself. Whatever knocked me out must have dulled my senses... not like me to miss someone being alive. Before he can fully process this, however, another elf finally breaks the door open. For not having seen that many of my kind this is certainly an odd place to have a gathering.
"I have no idea what happened to us or the ship. The last memory I have is... the First Mate here, bringing me something to eat prior to some big dinner with the captain of this ship. I know that you don't have any reason to believe me... I was a stowaway after all. But I did not kill him, nor sabotage the ship."
So saying, Julian gets up and examines the first mate's body. Besmara take his soul to man your crew.
"They call me Knives by the way. And suffice to say this was not my port of destination."