Quentin chuckles a bit. "I suspect you will be a most effective fisherman, Arioch. Though for myself I prefer to use my hook. I am sure that between us all we will be able to provide ourselves with dinner until we can arrive back at shore. Kauul, let me know if you need a hand at the oars."
He sets about unwinding one strand off his hemp rope until it is of proper length before packing just a bit of ration around the end of his hook and threading it on the line to toss out into water. He shrugs a bit at the others. "Maybe the fish have a worse sense of taste then we do and will enjoy these, hm?"
Profession Sailor check to figure out where we are and which way we ought to row to get to land: 1d20+7=25
"Lads, I think we ought to head that way!"
*adjust's direction towards where Nimm points*
Nimm will take over when you tire.
Profession Sailor check to figure out where we are and which way we ought to row to get to land: 1d20+7=25
"Lads, I think we ought to head that way!"
*adjust's direction towards where Nimm points*
2nd: 5 hours @ DC 12 1d20 2=3
*after 5 hours of rowing, Kauul lets Nimm take over while carefully moving so as to not flip the boat*
*looks around for Arioch* "How fishing going?" *massages his arms and what of his back he can reach*
Fin sits there, trying to keep the sun out of his eyes.
Survival: 1d20-1=0
Survival check: 1d20+2=15
Once Nimm gets tired, quentin takes his turn rowing.
After three turns at the oars, Quentin finally is wore out.
As for survival though, that is a different matter. Quick is quite comfortable at both fishing and being aware of the local sea-life and how best to avoid it.1d20+5=21
Everyone who got a 15 or above on their Survival check:
Her eyes widen a bit as she looks off into the distance. "Oh, that is really not a good time for that. Looks like a storm is coming this way. Who will be rowing next? I believe I can give something to aid that person, though I cannot do anything about the upcoming storm."
Dives off the side of the craft with the fishing net in tow, looking for some fish to catch... while circling and keeping up with "Freedom" so they don't get too far ahead of me.
Dives off the side of the craft with the fishing net in tow, looking for some fish to catch...
Quentin nods to Sanura, frowning a bit. He takes out his rope and ties his pack to the boat just in case. He will cut the rope if need be to make sure the others can do the same.
"I would take off any heavy armors or gear you have and secure it. If worse comes to worse and we go in, at least that way it will stay with the boat and you'll be able to swim back to the boat. Should the boat flip, keep hold of it so it doesn't get pulled away from you. Those of you who are able to stay under the water may wish to do that in order to not get bashed about so much, but you will wish to keep a rope to the boat itself so that you don't get lost from it. Finally, if anyone has any tents or heavy blankets that we could spread across the boat to keep it from filling with water as best as possible, it would be a good plan. Don't know how hard the storm will hit and we don't want to flood faster then we can bail."
She hugs Fish close, whispering to him in Druidic, hoping to comfort him slightly. She was more worried about him than anything else.
Arrives back at the boat, with a fishing net full of fish for the group.
He offers a small fish to the four legged animal while chewing on a raw fish himself.
"Anyone care for some fish? I found plenty for everyone."
The wolf sniffs at the fish, then takes it from Arioch, being quite gentle with his grasp. He then eats it greedily, his tail wagging in appreciation. Sanura smiles to Arioch, holding a hand out for a fish, "I would enjoy one very much, thank you."
Passes out a couple of fish to whoever would like one and tosses another to the four legged animal.
"I'll take one, thanks," Garan says, but then hesitates, and asks, "can ya err...warm it up a bit?"
Eyeing the storm, Garan will eat his fish, then begin removing most of his armor, grumbling all the while. He'll then begin lashing himself to the boat, and begin fingering a corked potion bottle.
"I'll take one, thanks," Garan says, but then hesitates, and asks, "can ya err...warm it up a bit?"
Tilts his head to one side, "Why?", continues to chew on the raw fish.
"I'll take one, thanks," Garan says, but then hesitates, and asks, "can ya err...warm it up a bit?"Tilts his head to one side, "Why?"
She laughs, looking to the gillman. "After having lived on land for a while, I can say that many people prefer to have their meat charred, though I don't care either way."
She then takes a moment, saying a spell, and a ball of flame appears on her hand, "This may work, yes?"
Looking at the storm, help the rest of the crew prepare the boat the best we can. Also try to verify that we are heading towards the closest land and look at the oncoming storm to determine if magic is involved.
"So who shall be the first to row?" She uses the flame in her hand to cook some of the fish, then causes the flame to vanish. She probably should have used that spell for other purposes in case there was danger, but well, not everyone likes sushi. She then casts Bear's Endurance, holding it and waiting to cast it on the person who will row.
Fin takes the offered fish gladly.
*accepts a couple fish from Arioch and cooks them using his energy ray ability to wreath one hand in fire* "Arioch, good job." *eats the fish and then checks to make sure all his gear is secure*
*looks to the coming storm* "Gorum my Lord. I not fear."
Survival (1d20+4=16)
Taking a fish, Adrick thanks Arioch and before eating it produces a flame and quickly cooks the creature and begins to eat heartily. He looks to the horizons and notices a storm on the horizons. No sooner had he noticed it had his companions started giving suggestions on how to prepare for the on coming storm. Listening to the words, Adrick takes his pack and begins to rummage through it till he finds his silk rope. Quickly stripping off his armor and placing it in his pack, Adrick then secures his pack to the boat as well as himself with an intricate knot. Profession Sailor (1d20+4=18)
The last thing Adrick does is whispers a brief word to his goddess "Sun Goddess, your humble servant seeks your divine aid. Please watch over our boat and crew. I pray that you keep us safe and afloat in this turmoil and rough sea"
When he hears of the storm coming, Nimm begins cursing and swearing.
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"Arioch, what sorta BLEEPing critters can we be expectin' if one of us falls into the BLEEPing drink?"