leather armor, two potions of cure light wounds, a holy symbol of Nethys, and a spell component pouch.
"The boredom got the better of them and they're off exploring the wreck of the Jenivere. Hopefully they can carry everything they find. Besides that, just waiting. Once they return we need to find a defensible campsite." Vincenzo felt like he was rapidfire repeating himself, but based on the amount of people running away from the group, he wasn't sure if it was warranted or not.
He rests in the shade, waiting, trying to clear his mind. After a moment, he turns to Jask. "So, what exactly did they have you tied up in the brig for?"
preserved rations are stored here, in sturdy waterproof sacks, to supply a single person with food for 24 days. There is also the corpse of the cook. The only wounds on his body are from bites on his neck, like from a large snake.
Jask laughs and stomps his foot, "What wasn't I tied up for? I was pinned! Me a simple cleric of Nehtys. Well...maybe not so simple, but that's a story for later. They put a lot on my head, brother. Mainly conspiring with pirates for the downfall of Eleder and the Sargavan navy."
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Meanwhile Nichelle has explored moved on to the storeroom the eurypterid was so eager to get into. There is blood leaking from under the door. It is partially torn open and inside is the body of First Mate Alton slumped against a pile of goods.
He plans top stack the food on deck and try and find a away to get it off the ship. also salvaging as much rope and netting as he can as well.
If Alton is dead however Blackleaf with strip him of his gear braking fingers if need to to claim the sword
Vincenzo nods.
"That's bad, I'm sure. We'll have you out of those manacles as soon as we can, assuming they bring what you need back."
Vincenzo idly passes the time chatting with Jask about what he thinks of the current situation.
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The mans erratic gestures and jubilant smile give you no hint at the intent of his words Vincenzo. He begins to confide further details about his story to you, but constantly looking around at the others and keeping hushed tones.
Vincenzo you know that Eleder is the capitol of the Sargava colonies. These colonies having originally been founded by Cheliax once heavily relied on their assistance. However after awhile they chafed at their colonial rule and strived for independence. There are rumors that the Cheliax navy stays in Cheliax waters because they are often besot by pirates while the Sargavan ships go ignored.
"Humm kinda maybe, and strong enough , he was most likely surprised and did not see the thrust in time" he says as he strips the man of his armor and weapon. Placing the sword though his belt and adding the armor to the pile of items bound for the deck
After a half hour of moving goods along the ledge to the beach Nichelle and Blackleaf return from their trip to the ship. They are carrying several nets laden with supplies, a footlocker between them, and a large folded canvas sheet being drug behind them. Rhys and Ishirou appear to be deep in conversation, regarding the tale of slaying a large colored snake that is laying nearby.
-several sea charts and maps
-the captain's log
-Jask's gear
-dried goods for a single person for 24 days
-three potions of cure light wounds
-a potion of cure moderate wounds
-three potions of lesser restoration
-a potion of remove disease
-a potion of water breathing
-a potion of water walking
-several tools and lumber that could come in handy in building a secure campsite
-a block and tackle
-three large canvas sheets
-two fishing nets
-a grappling hook
-two bullseye lanterns
-12 flasks of lantern oil
-150 feet of hemp rope
-five shovels.
-masterwork leather armor
-masterwork short sword
The incredibly hot afternoon descends upon the group. Even with fresh water and shade it is so humid that sweat barely evaporates. The heat clings to everyone and is nearly unbearable. Having no time to build a real shelter everyone is exposed to the full brunt of it. Luckily the next few hours pass peacefully, small flights of flying lizards dart through the air high overhead snapping up insects. Gelik does his best to cheer everyone up by telling a long bawdy tale, but even his annoying energy wanes. Around three o'clock the air starts to cool and by four it's bearable again.
Even with his resistance to the heat, Rhys ends up tearing the sleeves from his tunic for some relief from the terrible sun, fashioning them instead into crude hand-wraps to cover his gloves. As the group from the ship arrives, he rises to his feet, the tip of his tail twitching curiously.
"Quite the haul. Well done, you two."
Vincenzo listens to Jask's story. He doesn't seem like a bad person, and Vincenzo himself has been on the receiving end of the stick several times himself. "Sounds pretty bad. Well, now there's no Jenivere, so I figure you've just received the perfect opportunity to flee again. Luck seems to be with you."
When the others arrive, Vincenzo stands and nods appreciatively, rubbing his beard with one hand. Better than he'd expected and they'd even come back in one piece.
"Rhys mirrors my sentiment. Excellent. Did you find anything you couldn't bring back?" and as the group looks through the supplies, he sees the key ring and the footlocker with the holy symbol of Nethys inside. He drags the footlocker aside before returning to the pile. "Alright, then. Let me see that key ring..." Vincenzo takes the key ring, walks behind Jask and begins to flip through them, trying each key before moving on to the next.
"You mentioned you knew something is up, Nichelle. Verify that. The captain's log might have clues on exactly how we ended up here, or why."
Blackleaf hauls the items to camp and drops the set of Keys at Jask's feet "This might get those off of ye. See if the gear in the footlocker is your on."
He then strips off his armor and sets about making camp as best as he can "We have tools and supplies for now, we should set up defenses. "
Through the height of the heat Sasha wearily helps look through the chats and pages of the journal with Nichelle. With the heat and circumstances she doesn't cheer up to much.
An examination of the log reveals that the Jenivere’s captain seemed to have been suffering some sort of madness that grew over the course of the ship’s final voyage. Earlier entries from previous voyages are precise in recording progress and events along the way, as are entries from the first two-thirds of this last trip.
Yet as one reads further, the more recent the entries get, the less common they become—in some cases, several days are missing entries. What entries do appear are strangely short, focusing more and more on one of the passengers—the Varisian scholar Ieana, with whom the captain seems to have become obsessed. Several entries are nothing more than poorly written love poems to Ieana, while others bemoan Captain Kovack’s inability to please her or catch her attention.
Near the end, the entries begin to take on a more ominous tone with the captain starting to complain that other members of the crew are eyeing “his Ieana.” In particular, he suspects his first mate is in love with her, and writes several times about how he wishes Alton would just “have an accident.” The final entry is perhaps the most disturbing, for in it the captain writes of how he’s changed course for Smuggler’s Shiv at Ieana’s request. He hopes that the two of them can make a home on the remote island, but also notes that the crew are growing increasingly agitated at the ship’s new course. The captain muses that “something may need to be done about the crew” if their suspicions get any worse.
Vincenzo unlocks Jask from his shackles. "There you go."
Rhys moves to sit away from the rest of the group, going through his equipment and cleaning his symbol-engraved scimitar, sharpening the end and making sure it's in a serviceable state. The entire time he does this, he seems to look introspective, thoughtful. Once or twice he fumbles with the whetstone, the motions made awkward by his missing finger, drawing a guttural curse. Finally, sheathing his sword at his back and rising to his feet, he approaches the other castaways.
"Now that we have food and supplies, we need to find a place to set up a base camp. I think we'll all agree that the beach is far, far too exposed. Plus, there's the added bonus of a midnight shrimp attack."
He shakes his head.
"My vote is to find something deeper in the jungle, where we're more likely to find natural defensive formations, springs and more resources to exploit for food. If anybody has a vote against that, speak up now, otherwise it would be best to start packing whatever gear you can carry. I'll lead the way, but I need anyone with any kind of wilderness survival experience to help me out."
I am willing to defer to our knowledgeable guides in these matters.
Tragershen helps quite willingly with setting up the camp and any tasks needed. It is apparent that he knows quite a bit about survival and the wilderness, but it is nearly entirely academic knowledge with no practice at practical application.
He will confide in Vincenzo and the rangers I thought I was ready for survival in the wilds based on decades of learning, but I find even a day or two with experienced woodsmen is every bit as valuable.
"Don't worry about it, Sir Tragershen," He begins tightening his handwraps with the lengths of rawhide that once held his sleeves. With no sleeves removed, the stylized arcane flames and frost spires on his upper arms and shoulders are easily seen, writhing across his dusky skin in black ink. "Experience is the best teacher. And as a student of the Arcane, I have no doubts that your own talents will soon prove to be vitally useful."
Blackleaf gathers items as hell, redons his armor grabs his axe and helps Phys cut the trail.
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Tucking his starknife into his belt loop, Vincenzo helps carry whatever's needed along, managing whatever he can that doesn't put him over light encumbrance. He makes sure to find a centralized position in their marching order and follows Rhys and Blackleaf's lead.
"Thank you so much, friend Vincenzo. It makes me happy to know you believe me. If only I could prove it to others," he turns to Nichelle, "Do not worry for fresh water, miss. Ask Jask and Nethys will provide," As he says this he begins to work his hand in divine gestures a small, glowing blue circle appears between them. It begins to steadily stream water as though from a pump. "The creation of water is one of the simplest and greatest divine spells."
Following Rhys' lead the others help gather up the recovered supplies. Each one with either a net or makeshift backpack of canvas. Between the ten people there is no issue with leaving anything behind. Ishirou puts his hand on the guide's shoulder, "Perhaps for the women, no snakes?"
It takes two hours to make a mile of progress through the thick jungle. Various wildlife can be seen in the branches of ferns. Small monkeys, lizards, colorful birds and snakes are all seen as the group hacks it's way along. A pair of brightly colored creatures swoops down to land on the branches above. Their heads are overly large, with a mouths full of sharp teeth and bright, shiny eyes. They chirp to each other, with long thin lashing tails, and then with a flap of leathery wings is in the air once again. Blue-purple lizard creatures with 10-fit wingspans they approach to attack the group.
(23) Nichelle
(22) Castaways
(21) dimorphodons
(14) Vincenzo
(8) Blackleaf
Vincenzo calls out "They're coming right for us!" and pulls out his starknife from his belt. He turns to the closest person, touching them on the back with his hand. "Go!"
Medium encumbrance without his armored jacket on leaves him at 20ft. movement and 10 AC.
Rhys is walking carefully along through the underbrush when the creatures swoop down. reacting with inhuman quickness, his hand blurs as it sweeps down to his side and draws his crossbow, lifting it to fire at the nearest creature before it can close too near to him. His weapon makes a sharp, satisfying twang! as the bolt lets loose, whistling through the air towards its target.
"Keep cool and don't panic!" His scratchy voice comes out clarion and clear as he draws another bolt, setting the tip against the scar on his cheek in the unconscious ritual of his craft. His mind races, trying to find out what he can about the creatures swooping down on them.
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Round 1, dimorphodons
(24) Rhys is walking carefully along through the underbrush when the creatures swoop down. reacting with inhuman quickness, his hand blurs as it sweeps down to his side and draws his crossbow, lifting it to fire at the nearest creature before it can close too near to him. His weapon makes a sharp, satisfying twang! as the bolt lets loose, whistling through the air towards its target.
"Keep cool and don't panic!" His scratchy voice comes out clarion and clear as he draws another bolt, setting the tip against the scar on his cheek in the unconscious ritual of his craft. His mind races, trying to find out what he can about the creatures swooping down on them.
creature’s weight rather low and allow it greater agility. The dimorphodon’s jaws contain two separate rows of differently shaped teeth: several larger fangs near the front (which are used to grip prey and inject poison) and a much larger number of smaller, sharp teeth along the rest of the jaw (used to cut through flesh). This unusual combination of different teeth is why in some areas the dimorphodon is known as the “fangbird” or the “vampire lizard,” although they don’t actually drink blood. Dimorphodons normally feed on fish, small reptiles, and birds, but when particularly hungry, flocks of these creatures have been known to gang up on larger prey, swooping in to
bite and then retreating to watch from nearby cliff ledges or tree branches while the victim slowly succumbs to the poison. Once the creature is rendered helpless, the flock descends to eat its victim alive.
The first shot takes the dinosaur in the leg causing it to screech loudly and wheel towards the ranger.
(23) Being surrounded by strange plants that she had never seen, stranger bugs that had been seen as much as the plants, and odder creatures that made their home around the plants, Nichelle was wary. Wary enough that when those two flying lizards landed, she was already down on one knee to set her case down carefully. It took a little longer to get her backpack over her head and set beside the case so she could move without feeling like she was weighted down. Even though she was moving as fast as she could, she knew that she was not going to be able to have her bow ready before those flying lizards made their first pass at them.
(22) Jask moves close to Sasha who draws a rapier and kukri. "Oh god, I don't want to be carried away by lizard!!! Kill them!" Shouts Gelik who claps his hands together, [b]"Lookit the way their wings droops on the branches. They're just big dumb iguanas. Ha! I bet they'll taste just like chicken."
Ishirou draws his katana and takes a defensive stance.
(21) The wounded lizard swoops down biting at Rhys.
After attacking it wings its way further into the air.
The second creature flies through the trees to strike Tragershen.
It too flaps updwards after attacking, screeching in delight after biting the wizard in the neck.
Vincenzo rushes to Tragershen, reaching down and pressing his hand onto his gushing wound, feeling the guiding hand of his faith pull Tragershen's wound together under his hand. "They're coming right for us!"