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![]() You could say so. I think it's been two nights since landfall. You could see we're probably luckier that many survived than just the two of you. We were bound for Eledar too, now it's naught due to the current circumstances. Right now I think we'd managed a foothold on this damned island. Next step is to get means to get off it. Now we have a group of 12 survivors, how important is ration tracking enforced? Do we need assignments or rosters for camp? ![]()
![]() @theman, thanks. Camp: Kieran looks over the items salvaged from the Jenniver. He sets up a rain-catching mechanism with the canvas found. With the npcs and DMpcs there's 6 characters that can help with the care of the camp. It's a pity I don't any spells that can cope with the beastly heat tomorrow morning. Oh well. Gathering up the fishing nets he goes to the water's edge and sets them out, thinking of gathering the catch in the morning. ![]()
![]() campsite: I reckon we'll get a chance to hunt here based of how long we're stuck here. As for the captain, bad poetry or not we still need to find him. Splitting our group here to two may be a good idea. A camp group and a scout group. We will cover more ground and return to someplace we can call a home away from home. What's the current headcount at the base camp? npc and pc. ![]()
![]() Campsite: Interesting story, that. Well, if we do come across the Brine Demon somewhere then you'd have a chance for your redemption. If the others seem fit to release you from your manacles, so shall I. If I remember correctly, we didn't have a chance to introduce each other, yourself being locked up and that. My name's Kieran, out of Kintargo.*offers hand* ![]()
![]() campsite: Some I suppose, Kias. Should look at the map I've drawn here. The heat's beastly. Should have a meeting tonight over dinner, decide on our course of action. Like how to get off this island at least. Or who's responsible for our current state. *addresses Jask* Good to get rid of the shackles at last eh? Why did they put it on in the first place? ![]()
![]() Explorers: Excellent. We're at the middle of the peninsula. Let's make the campsite the cut-off and we'd finish exploring the tip of the northwest islands. What say you Asasha? *casts create water and drinks* GM, since Shuri-Neko seems to be withdrawing from this AP, could we get some more pcs? currently there's 4 of us. ![]()
![]() Well, there's a place to stay, food to eat and an unexplored island. What I remember of this island it's that we're not the first to get shipwrecked here, not to mention it's reputably to be haunted. If it's not getting dark, we should do a head count plus inventorize what booty we have and start exploring. ![]()
![]() As I said, we might be here awhile. We'd have to make a list of priority things to settle before sunset. Asasha, I would like to come, but it may be dark when we return. I'd say we get a shelter up and running before exploring further. We'd also need to find where we're at. Survival: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 1 = 21 compass,mapmaking kit ![]()
![]() Heh, heh. Enjoying the small joke, Kieran proceeds on awaking the rest of the passengers. He finds one of the gnomes extremely hard to arouse.
Jlighter, how long do you wait before declaring somebody dropping out? ![]()
![]() Takes 10 for perception = 9 It is obvious from our surroundings that we are on dry ground. Question; Where are we? How did it happen? Why are we not dead? Where are the rest of the crew, and the captain? Is the ship repairable? *points to the Jenivere nearby* Kieran says this as almost as speaking to himself. ![]()
![]() Seeing the sole critter threat, Kieran takes a step towards it whilst drawing his long spear. An attempted jab tries to pierce the caraspace and strike the soft innards within.
To Hit: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 - 2 = 8
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![]() Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 The sound of fighting laced with intermittent sounds of waves gradually nudges Kieran awake. Tasting the edges of bile on his throat, Kieran manages to hold it in with a gag. Move: Rolls to North-West
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![]() Boarded in Kintargo, Cheliax Kieran sips the soup slowly. 73 days and the food isn't getting any better! First thing I'll do in Eledar; getting a nice roast lamb, that's for sure. "Nice soup ain't it?" says Kieran to the young girl, noisily slurping her soup. "I'm sure there's enough for extras." Without waiting for a reply Kieran adds,"Asasha's your name yes? Any idea where's the captain headed to by any chance?"
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