As the party takes stock of the carnage, dark red spots start appearing on Nestasha's boot and the hem of Yui's robes. Upon closer inspection, the cuts the ratling gave them run deeper than you realized--blood is flowing freely from them.
They're showing no signs of healing.
Gilbert quickly analyses the wounds and grunts. "Bah! Seems like this one had quite the teeth!", using his dagger to raise the creature's lip and look at the vicious fangs. "Don't worry!", he shouts, upon which he grabs a bit of sap from his pouch, rubs in on his fingers, then touches the both ladies respectfully. A resinous substance appears on the wounds, which immediately stop bleeding, and begins spreading around, healing other injuries.
Upon seeing the wounds close, he grins, exclaiming, "That should fix it! The stickiness will wear off soon, I promise." He then begins looking at the creature, studying its features. "Never seen one like this before! It's wonderful, isn't it? Such small teeth causing such severe wounds! It's probably the triangular shape, very hard to heal without magic!", he says, picking around the creature's mouth with the dagger. Upon seeing all he feels necessary, he then notions over Duchess and begins playing with the dog. "Let's explore the huts! There must be something interesting! We could learn something more about this beastie!"
The owner is nowhere to be found in the main hall. The bedroom is similarly bereft of life.
Nestasha winces as the blood comes out of her wound but smiles at Gilbert as he heals her, "Thank you Gilbert that'ss much better." With that taken care of Nestasha proceeds inside to aid in the search.
Nestasha takes a look around the inside of the shack.
The smell of damp and mold fills her nose as she looks about, and the floor *creaks* under her feet as she moves. She reaches a closed door in the back of the shack and listens at it...
...and hears something rustling in the room beyond. A cool breeze flows from under the door, carrying with it the stench of decay.
Hearing the strange noise, feeling the cold breeze, and the rotten smell, Nestasha isn't sure she wants to open that door. She moves back to her companions quietly and says, "There's ssomething elsse in there. I think it might be an undead from the ssmell of it. Behind that door." She points to it, "Who wantss to pen it."
After a minute of working his katana through the door, Ikoma successfully forces the door open. Unfortunately, as he does so, the effort of pulling his katana out causes the floorboards under his feet to *CRACK* and fall in.
The samurai manages to avoid falling on his face from the floorboards caving in.
The room beyond is in even worse condition than the bedroom. Once an alchemical laboratory, the equipment in this room has fallen into decay. Ancient chemical spills create weird stains and colorful crystalline growths amid the partially collapsed workbenches. A skeleton, still dressed in the tattered robes of a mage, also lies among the workbenches. An examination of the witch’s remains quickly reveals that some hideous transformation or deformity has disfigured her skeleton—the skull seems half melted and weirdly elongated in the face, one arm looks more like a bird’s talon, and the ribs have grown long spurs of bone that protrude both into and out of the rib cage.
A breeze coming from a hole in the roof is causing a scroll caught on a piece of a broken workbench, and another scroll is clutched in the skeleton's hand.
"What a mess!", says Gilbert, looking around the room. "And the smell!" Duchess whimpers and goes outside. "Let's take the scrolls and anything else we can use, and make our progress towards the other ship. Yui must be excited to see the next one, she said she's trying to see if they're from Tian Min as well!"
Nestasha, seeing no apparent threats from inside the room, slips around Ikoma and cautiously goes to get the scrolls. She also looks around for anything else of value before taking the scrolls and leaving the room.
The stench of decay gets even stronger as Nestasha approaches the skeleton and pries the scroll from its dead hand. She snatches up the other one and hurries out of the shack to cleaner air.
There does not appear to be anything else of value in the room that she can tell.
Caerwyn steps outside the shack with the rest of the team. "Eugh..."
He looks over at Yui. "Do you know what those scrolls are?"
"Hmm, I'll take a look." Yui says and takes a quick peek over to the scrolls and shares the information with the others.
"Yes of course I want to see the other ship. I still wonder how they all got here though..."
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"Ah these are scrolls of cure light wounds. They will be helpful!"
The rain doesn't let up as the party leaves the old, decaying shack behind. Slogging through the mud is a slow, difficult prospect, and not helped by the inclement weather. At least the rain isn't getting worse...
After a half-hour of overland travel to the next location marked on the goblin's map, a curious sight appears in the midst of a copse of trees. What appears at first to be a strange tangle of branches is in fact the moss-covered ribs of a wrecked ship. The ruined ship lies on its side, split down the middle and mostly sunken into the mud and murky water.
Caerwyn looks around the area cautiously before approaching the remains of the ship {b]" Tha goblin's map said that there may be more skeletons around, so keep a sharp eye out."[/b]
Pulling his sword from it's scabbard he quietly move forward
Caerwyn's boots make loud *SQUELCHING* and sucking noises as he tromps towards the rotting ship's hull.
Upon closer inspection, what's left of the ship appears to be of the same style as the last ship you came across. Unfortunately, this one has not weathered the passage of time as well as its sister.
As you approach the ship's husk, a small gleam appears out of the corner of your eye. The gleam comes from a corner of a verdigris-encrusted nameplate hanging from one of the shipwreck's timbers. The inscription on it is written in Tian.
Reaching the final ship Nessa looks around but otherwise tries to stay in a safe spot, particularly after all the things that have already attacked them today. "I'll be glad when we get out of thiss place, I'm ready to get back home to a nice warm bed after a nice hot bath." Sadly her complaining makes her oblivious to anything of interest.
"Bah! You're not much for nature, are you? The elements working on the ship, reclaiming what's theirs! Fascinating! I wonder what beast may make its den here in years to come!", says Gilbert in his usual tone, walking around. "Though, undead sailors do sound interesting!", he continues, taking in the work of nature.
"Though, undead sailors do sound interesting!"
For a moment, everything is silent.
Then, the muck to the west of the party begins to rise and slide off of something...
Emerging from the swamp floor are six skeletons, all clad in extremely rusted & patchy chain shirts. Red motes form in their eyes, and their mouths open, releasing *hisses* of empty air. In their hands are rusted, but still sharp swords with a slight curve to their blades. They glare at the party and move to attack!
Yui hides with an eep behind her burly friends.
The skeletons advance on the party, three of them swarming Caerwyn and the remaining two leaping to attack Ikoma.
The first swings at Caerwyn...
...and slices a bleeding scar across the half-elf's face.
The second stabs at the scout...
...and the third follows suit!
Caerwyn manages to parry & dodge both of the attacks!
Two of the skeletons reach Ikoma and start swinging, while the third trails behind.
Ikoma easily parries the first swing, but the second gets past his guard and stabs him in the ribs!
Nestasha moves around the long way to help distract one of the skeletons for Ikoma. As she does she flicks her right wrist to drop her kukri into her hand.
Ikoma's target nimbly dodges his attack, but its comrades aren't so lucky. Windspirit misses with his bite, but his first hoof stomps one skeleton into the muck, and the second hoof connects with the skeleton's pelvis, shattering it and dropping it!
Remembering how ineffective his sword proved against the skeletons at the goblin compound Caerwyn drops his sword and pulls his mace. Swinging his mace he crashes it into the rib cage of the skeleton in front of him.
Attack roll: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Caerwyn's mace strikes sure and true, breaking the skeleton's rusted chain shirt and reducing its ribcage to shards. The monster crumples!
Gilbert staggers back as he sees the undead, then grins widely. "Ha! Coincidence! I don't think so!", before reaching to his hip and drawing two arrows, both with heavy lead tips.
The first arrow smacks a skeleton straight in the torso, knocking it back. Knowing where to aim, he aims his next attack straight for one of the other skeletons' solar plexus, which flies straight into it, smashing the ribcage to bits, then continues straight for the spine, severing it and falling down. "Hah! Capital! Go get them, girl!", as Duchess runs straight for one of the still standing skeletons, and tries to get a nice leg bone to play with.
Unfortunately, the fangs don't do as good of a job on the skeleton's legs, but she doesn't let go, enjoying her treat, not undestanding why it's still moving.
Yui fumbles around with her tiny crossbow but is unable to take a shot wiyh everything going on.
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The last skeleton standing fights on, striking at Caerwyn with no regard to the wolfhound chomping at its leg.
Caerwyn manages to duck underneath the swinging blade in time.
Windspirit's attack misses, but Ikoma's sword slash splits the last skeleton in two.
#PartyLoot!
The skeletons had:
-6 rusted chain shirts (all of them are broken).
-6 wakizashis.
Once the dust settles, a closer inspection of the shipwreck reveals a hole in the aft of the ship that leads inside...