Rowan wrinkles his nose and holds back his lunch as he raises a cloth to ward against the stench. He searches the rooms, looking for useful herbs among the rotted meat.
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Insect protection - smart. I would have used a balm though. Stowing the cloth in his pack, he continues on to the next shack.
That confirms my suspicion. They certainly would not have left this. Now where did I put my lockpicks....
Rowan sets about the lock, pulling out a nice set of lockpicks, starting to fiddle carefully with the lock.
Rowan enters the Tool house, keeping his eyes and ears open, searching the house if there is nothing around.
Whatever happened happened suddenly, with all this half finished work. And if they simply moved, they would have taken the tools and weapons.
Rowan takes the time to search the building for potential clues.
Strange...They were working on construcution up until recently. What happened Rowan starts walking up the path toward the cluster of buildings, warily looking around him and sniffing the air.
I wish I hadn't have had to do that... Rowan thinks, grimacing at the slowly floating corpses. Reseting the spell upon himself, he is once again adapted to the water. Rowan swims toward shore.
Holding his breath as the spell slips, Rowan scratches and bites, trying to avoid the spears.
Lashing out at the Grindylows, Rowan tries to bite the nearest one.
Ready to defend himself, Rowan studies the two shapes in coming at him, trying to identify what they are before engaging or running.
Rowan swims slowly through the murky water, keeping low and away from the shapes, hoping to keep unseen and unfelt long enough to make it to shore.
Rowan nods. "I will meet your there in a few hours" Finally knowing where he is going next, Rowan dives into the water, transforming into a shark as he does so, swimming to shore. Once on shore, he breaks form and starts searching for signs of what happened.
Rowan nods. "I will return when I find something." Eager to leave for shore, he starts changing, but reverts when he realizes he has no idea where to meet them next. *ahem* Uh, where is the fallback site, exactly?"
Rowan nods. "I will return when I find something." Twisting his shape, his clothes and gear are melded into the form of a shark as he dives off the ship, swimming toward shore. Changing back, he starts searching for signs of what happened.
Rowan takes the spyglass raising it, searching for signs to confirm, ruminating on the possibilities.
"That isn't good. Is it possible they moved? It has been a few years. Maybe this site wasn't as suitable as they first thought? Otherwise, the other possibilities only get worse. I can fly ashore, scout ahead as a bird." Rowan says darkly, still searching the shore.
Finally! Azlant! A whole new world to explore! Rowan tears himself away from his view of the shore, still grinning at the sight, faltering when he sees the concern on her face. O-Ok. What is this about?
Here. Just as an aside, if the mood should strike you, feel free to add things to the setting. Places, organizations, religions is all fine as long as it doesn't directly conflict with something I have already written. The setting is very much in flux right now from where I had it before as I am rewriting so much of it. If you'd like to see something in the game, just tell me.
A basic backstory up, will add more later. Whenever you finish yours (feel free to take liberties with the setting) and a bit about your house, we can start. It's going to be a little slow adding lore docs, but if you have specific questions, ask.
Working on backstory, but the posting gods ate it. Comforting to know after all this time, this is still a issue on these boards. Anyways, crunch is doneish. |