A Rude Awakening - Day 7, First Ten-day, Month of Tsarkah (The Claw of Storms)
You wake up in the morning, when the weak sun beats down on your face, a crab runs across your face or an inquisitive seabird pulls at one ear. Despite the weak sunlight, you find yourself shivering because you are still wet from being immersed in the icy water the night before and it is only about 45 degrees with a cold wind blowing. As you all look around on the beach you can see your shipmates all lying there and starting to stir. Scattered along the beach at the high tide line you can see boxes and bales of the silk that the ‘Blue’ had been carrying in her cargo.
Like you, all you shipmates are shivering with cold and peering out to sea where through the low lying sea mist you can all see the wreck of your ship, largely above water, on a reef about 100 yards offshore. It is then that you recall the massive storm of the night before. The ‘Blue’ as you affectionately called your ship had been heading for South Great Head strait, expecting to dock in Kythos the next day, when during the first watch, not long after most of you had retired and Floki had helm with Gilly in the look-out when the sudden storm came out of nowhere; so sudden as to perhaps not being normal. You all rushed on deck and the Captain Vhon Cedaerk took over the helm while the rest of you rushed to reef in the sails. All that you could do was run before the storm when Gilly called out white water ahead. Before the Captain could do anything the ship had run up on the reef and ripped out her bottom. As the ship settled to the bottom, all you could do was jump overboard and make for land as best you could.
Coughing up sea water, Zeph would sit up and roll over before throwing up on to the beach. "AArrrrrrgggg, I think I drank nearly half the ocean" The soaking wet tabaxi would say with a heavy sigh. Forcing himself to his feet, the dripping wet catfolk would slowly feel around his belt and his back... taking note of what equipment had survived the shipwreck. "You all alive?" Zeph would ask as he notices his companions begin to stir.
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As Floki comes to, he blinks slowly as the sun shines down on him. As he slowly sits up a stabbing pain hits him from his side, as he looks down he chuckles, to no one in particular he mutters,"Note to self, axes in belt and being tossed around by a storm lead to injury. I am sure one of the crew can tend to it. At least the axes are still there" Slowly climbing to his feet and holding his injured side, he goes and checks on the crew. Starting with Vhon, he checks him and makes sure he is breathing and not seriously injured. He finishes the rounds for the rest of the crew, but let's them come to themselves.
Whilst he waits for the crew to wake up, Floki searches the area, deeply saddened to see the ship ruined. Looking for any wood he can use to make a fire to try and warm himself and the crew up.
Zinleth awoke and remembered the storm. He had gone to the deck when the call came out. The storm coming out of nowhere, heavy rain lashing the deck. Even as the waves grew larger Zinleth kept a steady face. Most sailors feared major storms, they feared drowning. This wasn't a concern to Zin. He tended to his work methodically until the call to abandon ship was made. Ol' Blue had been a good ship, she would be missed.
He had grabbed his gear, his weapons that were lashed to the side of the ship. He knew the others had likely done the same. Weapons were kept close to hand in case of pirates or other threats. His satchel held some supplies but much would be lost. The cargo would be lost as well. But he didn't care much for that. He sailed the sea to have the camaraderie of his shipmates, to see places. He could swim if he wanted but there was something about sailing that stirred his soul.
He shivered again. Why was he so cold? He had swum the ocean depths but this was different, the storm was different .
He looked around as the rest of the crew began to also awaken. He knew some of his secrets had come out the night before. Sure, his shipmates knew he could breathe water as well as air. What they hadn't known was that he could transform his legs into fins. But he had needed to do it, to help those who couldn't swim as well. To dive for gear and weapons that may have been lost. He had saved who and what he could.
He stood silent looking over the sea. He waited for the others. He was junior of the crew, it wasn't his place to speak yet. Vhon was a good captain, he admired him. Zin would help him see this through, till they were sailing again.
Looking around he would try to gather drift wood. Perhaps they could start a fire.
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Once he has composed himself a bit, Zeph would grab hold of the crystal dangling around his neck and cast gust in the hope of drying his drenched clothing and fur. "Any of you want help getting dried off?" The tabaxi would ask with a smile before looking along the coastline for any crates or bodies that may have washed ashore that could offer some additional supplies or equipment.
Zeph you and Floki both realise that you have little more than the clothes you are standing in and Floki’s axes. However, as you look at the wreck of the Cobalt Conveyor you realise that it is sitting on a reef of some sort and despite what appears to be a hole in the hull much of the ship appears to be above the water level. Zinleth despite your best efforts you could not dive down during the height of the storm, however now that the weather has calmed down, you think an effort to retrieve some goods and stores could be made. As you all look around the beach you see the a bale of silk which while damaged by the sea water is largely salvageable - about 40 square yards in total and weighing 20 lbs - which if you can get them to market could have a retail value of up to 400 Danter. Whether more of the cargo on the ship is salvageable you don't know.
Reluctantly, Floki gets to work harvesting some of the ship to get a fire going to allow them to all warm up and shake off this cold. Whilst he is doing so, he will turn his head to the closest crew member,"Whilst I work on a fire, could one of you get to catching some fish, so that we might have a fresh and warm meal? It will be the surest way to raise spirits after such an incident."
Gilly's eyes pop open. The side of his face is being caressed by sand. One of his arms is twisted uncomfortably beneath him. He can hear waves crashing. A gull is calling. Where is he? Oh! The storm!
The blue-skinned firbolg gets his arms in the right configuration and turns himself over onto his back and squints up at the weak sun. He finally sits up and looks around, seeing the rest of Blue's crew stirring as well. He counts: one, two, three, four. That's everybody. Moving one of his hands, he feels something lying beside him. He looks down and sees his pack. Ah, yes. He remembers now running to grab it before jumping overboard to help the others — well, not Zinleth. He was as at home in the water as Gilly. The bard opens the top of his pack and reaches in, extracting first his rör oscillera, a musical instrument made of a straight, burnt-out stick about as long as his arm with several holes drilled in a row, and his ståkuk stämma, a second musical instrument made from a giant goat's horn — curved with holes drilled at intervals. Placing them in his lap, he inspects what else he was able to salvage and then puts the instruments back in. Scrutinizing the pack, he makes an interesting hand gesture and drips and streams of water rise out of the pack and coalesce in mid air, coming together to form a small sphere. Then, with a wave of his hand, the giant water droplet arcs through the air and rejoins the sea.
Gilly stands, puts his pack on, checks his crossbow and bolts, which he was wearing while on watch, and the two daggers sheathed at the small of his back. He is relieved to find all of his weapons are accounted for, especially that he still has all of his bolts. He grabs his long braid of hair and shakes it, trying to release some of the sand, then finally makes another hand gesture and speaks a couple words in Giant, and the sand disappears. He does it again, looking at his clothes, and they come clean as well, looking freshly laundered.
Curious about the weather — whether they should expect another storm like the one last night — Gilly inspects the sky (nature: 16). (Does Gilly have an idea of where they might be? D20 if needed, to which you may add the appropriate modifier: 20.) He then approaches the nearest shipmate to find out how they've fared, offering any services he might render — all with a friendly smile — water removal, cleaning, mending, healing, inspiration, or just a helping hand or strong back.
Curious about the weather — whether they should expect another storm like the one last night — Gilly inspects the sky and then tries to work out where they might be. He then approaches the nearest shipmate which happens to be Vron Cedark and says "Cap'n I reckon we've ended up on Snowdown somewhere up the coast from Llandrain and that storm last night was just freakish, because there is no sign of it now" as he offers any services he might render — all with a friendly smile — water removal, cleaning, mending, healing, inspiration, or just a helping hand or strong back.
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"You cruel, cruel *****" Vhon whispers, eyes still closed he hears the others start to move, feels the sand underneath him, tastes the salt on his lips and remembers with sickening clarity the disaster that has befallen his crew. Without opening his eyes he listens identifying them all as the move and begin to speak, thanking Tymora they all made it ashore, as he counts the four of them. He feels Floki touch his face, making sure he is alive. "Don't worry my friend, I'm fine, give me a moment."
After taking the few seconds to compose himself he gets up, the first thing he sees is the wreckage, stuck upon rocks, mostly still above the waterline, a first glimmer of hope, the cargo might be at least partially salvageable. Gilly comes up and appraisers him about the storm, he nods then turns to the Tabaxi "Well, is Gilly right, Zeph? Magical storms should be right down your street, was that what is was?".
Looking around the beach more he calls out "I take it from the unusual lack of grumbling that you are all completely knackered - a fire and food in our bellies sounds good then we can start trying to fix up this gods bedamned mess as best as possible Folki you keep them at it, I'm going to take a look around."
Vhon then sets off a little way inland to see if he can see any signs of life but not going out of sight of the crew.
Perception 5
As he walks away a voice creeps into the little corner of his mind where it finds purchase now and again "Cruel indeed Vhon, cruel indeed. Maybe time for a change, leave them behind and keep walking, there are strong energies here, you know because you have felt them before, when we met." Shaking his head the captain blinks back tears, as the reality of the situation compounded by the fey's words threaten to undermine his strength of purpose. Hardly able to see his surroundings through the forming tears and his inability to concentrate Vhon squats down running his hand through the sand, letting it slide between his fingers. "I will not leave them and this will not be the end of us, it is a new beginning, that is all." Straightening up he ponders his next move.
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Zin checked his satchel. A quick inventory revealed he only had 3 days rations left. He lost his bedroll, the torches, maybe some other stuff. His fishing gear was also saved. He carefully unfolded the leather wrap and found his tinderbox in good shape.
He got to work starting a fire while the others stirred, moved about and checked their own gear.
As Vhon walked away he thought of calling to him, asking for orders, but decided against it. He was crew, he didn't question the captain. The man just lost his ship, let him gather himself. But there was still work to be done and he didn't need specific orders to know what to do.
After getting the fire started he laid his bow and fishing gear aside. He left his rations for the others.
"I've got 3 days of food here. Dried fish and fruit, help yourselves. I'm going to see what can be salvaged from the ship and then get some fishing done. "
Wading back into the water he dives under, transforming his legs into fins and begins ferrying supplies back to shore. He brings the silk first. He may not care much about the actual cargo but he's no fool either. Anything that can be salvaged can be sold to get another ship and keep sailing. He owed that to the captain. He tries to to bring as much of the cargo that can be salvaged, weapons, packs and food that can be carried back to shore.
When that was done he sets to fishing to bring in more food.
After seeing Zinleth come ashore with the first bit of salvage, Gilly joins in to help out the sea elf, even attempting to add a little fun to the task by taunting him to race each time they're heading back out to the Cobalt Conveyor.
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Zeph would look to the captain and at the mention of a magical storm he would scratch the top of his head. "Well the good captain used to tell me stories of powerful sorcerers that could create storms and control the seas... I think he has hoped that some day I could do the same." The tabaxi would say as he attempted to smooth some of his very poofy hair after his quick blowdry. "I am pretty sure the storm we ran into last night wasn't natural... that is for sure."
Nature 10 Arcana 11
(So would it be possible Grant for you to tell us exactly what items we were able to keep and which ones were lost in the water and which ones are on the boat? I had kind of assumed I would have anything I was activly wearing but probably nothing that would have been held in my bag. I just didn't want to basically say I had all my weapons and arcane focus and stuff if you wanted us to be extremely vulnerable currently)
Vhon returns to the others "Searching the mainland can wait for now, we need to secure our things, make sure we keep what we can. Zin, Gilly carry on with the salvage, I'll be with you. While we do that Floki and Zeph can fix us up some food, hopefully!" Looking around he shakes his head "Anyone seen my crossbow? Could've sworn I had it in my hand when we jumped, hope it's still in one piece."
Back in control of himself, and back to issuing orders the Captain moves towards the water, stripping off an already sodden shirt and jacket which he places on a large rock to dry off his torso showing the signs of a tough life both in and out of the water, several scars from various fights are partially hidden by the long and elaborate tattoo that runs down his left arm and his back, the design of a horned woodland spirit on the arm fighting against dark tendrils running down the shoulder towards the middle of his back. More scars are visible on the rest of his torso along with a smaller tattoo of a black sun on his other shoulder. As he strides into the shallows he looks very much at home, then he is in the water and moving with all the grace of his elven heritage as he swims off towards the wreck of his ship.
Hearing the request to get some food started, Zeph would nod to the captain. "Sure boss!" He would say with a smile as the captain turns to head to the ship. "Shit... I don't have any rations on me... Zin said he had some... perhaps we can scrounge up something to suppliment it" The Tabaxi would growl. Quickly scanning the trees, Zeph would look for any signs of bananas or coconuts before looking along the beach for any crabs or other eaisly accessible sources of food. "Floki, Fan out and search for food. That nasty storm may have beached some larger fish... they should still be fresh enough to cook up and eat if we can get to em before the gulls do!" He would suggest before heading off along the coast himself looking for food and cooking whatever they find.
24 = perception to look for food? Survival = 14 if needed?
(Not knowing how much food we have I don't want to assume we have plenty to eat as far as rations go)
A grin forms on Zin's face as Gilly taunts him into racing back to the ship each time they bring supplies in. Soon his hearty laugh is booming as his spirits lift and effects of the storm on his soul disappear.
Somewhere in the middle of Post #11 - As the Captain leaves the beach and goes about a quarter of a mile inland he can see that they have washed up a on a very remote beach. As he returns to the beach he sees his crew in some sort of conference checking out what they have and what they don’t. He realises, at the same time as they do that they all have their belt-pouches (containing tinder boxes, arcane focuses, etc.) their daggers and personal weapons, with the exception of Floki festooned as he is with axes, most do not have any missile weapons (Zin I’m thinking you’re unlikely to have jumped overboard in the middle of the night in a storm with your long-bow). If they players have Leather Armour then they have that both nothing heavier. Equally they probably don’t have much in the way of rations, ropes, torches, etc. from their kit. How much of their gear can be brought aboard from the Cobalt Conveyor and indeed its condition remains to be seen. Zinleth quickly swims out to the ship and brings back one of the bales of silk.
After Post #13 – In response to Vhon Cedark’s questioning about the storm, Zeph says “I caught a feeling that magic was at play in the storm last night, however as to its type and origin I have no real idea?”
After Post #14 – it takes about one minute for the swimmers to make their way to the wreck and about two minutes to swim back pushing/carrying various items and stores. After about 10 trips they have brought ashore everything that is salvageable – 3 days rations reach, 3 more bales of silk, all weapons and armour plus other sundry equipment.
After Post #15 – Zeph comes back with a small handful of oysters and limpets; enough to feed one of the crew but that is about all. As he shows the group his meagre offerings he says “but on a bright note, I did find a stream of freshwater about a 100 yards down the beach.” After managing to get a fire going, Floki goes off to see what he can find. He comes back carrying a large number of shellfish plus several large crabs and says to Zeph with a grin “you’ve just go to know where to look!”
Zin reports to Capatian Vhon what was recovered from the ship. He also helped distribute recovered gear to the owners. He felt better now that he had his longbow back. The armor was also good to have back. The sahuagin proweled these waters, they needed to keep an eye out.
He then found a place that gave some view around them and kept watch while the senior crew decided what to do.
Once he has harvested enough wood from the cobalt for a large fire, and is satisfied the fire is blazing he makes his way back to the captain. When he finds him, "So Cap'n. Whats the plan from here? Do we head inland?"
Feeling pleased with himself for helping recover so many necessary items and also lightening Zin's spirits, Gilly sits down on the beach and pulls his horn out his pack. He begins to play. The sound is one the crew is all-too-familiar with — low and airy.
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A Rude Awakening - Day 7, First Ten-day, Month of Tsarkah (The Claw of Storms)
You wake up in the morning, when the weak sun beats down on your face, a crab runs across your face or an inquisitive seabird pulls at one ear. Despite the weak sunlight, you find yourself shivering because you are still wet from being immersed in the icy water the night before and it is only about 45 degrees with a cold wind blowing. As you all look around on the beach you can see your shipmates all lying there and starting to stir. Scattered along the beach at the high tide line you can see boxes and bales of the silk that the ‘Blue’ had been carrying in her cargo.
Like you, all you shipmates are shivering with cold and peering out to sea where through the low lying sea mist you can all see the wreck of your ship, largely above water, on a reef about 100 yards offshore. It is then that you recall the massive storm of the night before. The ‘Blue’ as you affectionately called your ship had been heading for South Great Head strait, expecting to dock in Kythos the next day, when during the first watch, not long after most of you had retired and Floki had helm with Gilly in the look-out when the sudden storm came out of nowhere; so sudden as to perhaps not being normal. You all rushed on deck and the Captain Vhon Cedaerk took over the helm while the rest of you rushed to reef in the sails. All that you could do was run before the storm when Gilly called out white water ahead. Before the Captain could do anything the ship had run up on the reef and ripped out her bottom. As the ship settled to the bottom, all you could do was jump overboard and make for land as best you could.
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Coughing up sea water, Zeph would sit up and roll over before throwing up on to the beach. "AArrrrrrgggg, I think I drank nearly half the ocean" The soaking wet tabaxi would say with a heavy sigh. Forcing himself to his feet, the dripping wet catfolk would slowly feel around his belt and his back... taking note of what equipment had survived the shipwreck. "You all alive?" Zeph would ask as he notices his companions begin to stir.
As Floki comes to, he blinks slowly as the sun shines down on him. As he slowly sits up a stabbing pain hits him from his side, as he looks down he chuckles, to no one in particular he mutters, "Note to self, axes in belt and being tossed around by a storm lead to injury. I am sure one of the crew can tend to it. At least the axes are still there" Slowly climbing to his feet and holding his injured side, he goes and checks on the crew. Starting with Vhon, he checks him and makes sure he is breathing and not seriously injured. He finishes the rounds for the rest of the crew, but let's them come to themselves.
Whilst he waits for the crew to wake up, Floki searches the area, deeply saddened to see the ship ruined. Looking for any wood he can use to make a fire to try and warm himself and the crew up.
Survival: 23
Zinleth awoke and remembered the storm. He had gone to the deck when the call came out. The storm coming out of nowhere, heavy rain lashing the deck. Even as the waves grew larger Zinleth kept a steady face. Most sailors feared major storms, they feared drowning. This wasn't a concern to Zin. He tended to his work methodically until the call to abandon ship was made. Ol' Blue had been a good ship, she would be missed.
He had grabbed his gear, his weapons that were lashed to the side of the ship. He knew the others had likely done the same. Weapons were kept close to hand in case of pirates or other threats. His satchel held some supplies but much would be lost. The cargo would be lost as well. But he didn't care much for that. He sailed the sea to have the camaraderie of his shipmates, to see places. He could swim if he wanted but there was something about sailing that stirred his soul.
He shivered again. Why was he so cold? He had swum the ocean depths but this was different, the storm was different .
He looked around as the rest of the crew began to also awaken. He knew some of his secrets had come out the night before. Sure, his shipmates knew he could breathe water as well as air. What they hadn't known was that he could transform his legs into fins. But he had needed to do it, to help those who couldn't swim as well. To dive for gear and weapons that may have been lost. He had saved who and what he could.
He stood silent looking over the sea. He waited for the others. He was junior of the crew, it wasn't his place to speak yet. Vhon was a good captain, he admired him. Zin would help him see this through, till they were sailing again.
Looking around he would try to gather drift wood. Perhaps they could start a fire.
Once he has composed himself a bit, Zeph would grab hold of the crystal dangling around his neck and cast gust in the hope of drying his drenched clothing and fur. "Any of you want help getting dried off?" The tabaxi would ask with a smile before looking along the coastline for any crates or bodies that may have washed ashore that could offer some additional supplies or equipment.
perception 7
Assessing the situation
Zeph you and Floki both realise that you have little more than the clothes you are standing in and Floki’s axes. However, as you look at the wreck of the Cobalt Conveyor you realise that it is sitting on a reef of some sort and despite what appears to be a hole in the hull much of the ship appears to be above the water level. Zinleth despite your best efforts you could not dive down during the height of the storm, however now that the weather has calmed down, you think an effort to retrieve some goods and stores could be made. As you all look around the beach you see the a bale of silk which while damaged by the sea water is largely salvageable - about 40 square yards in total and weighing 20 lbs - which if you can get them to market could have a retail value of up to 400 Danter. Whether more of the cargo on the ship is salvageable you don't know.
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Reluctantly, Floki gets to work harvesting some of the ship to get a fire going to allow them to all warm up and shake off this cold. Whilst he is doing so, he will turn his head to the closest crew member, "Whilst I work on a fire, could one of you get to catching some fish, so that we might have a fresh and warm meal? It will be the surest way to raise spirits after such an incident."
Gilly's eyes pop open. The side of his face is being caressed by sand. One of his arms is twisted uncomfortably beneath him. He can hear waves crashing. A gull is calling. Where is he? Oh! The storm!
The blue-skinned firbolg gets his arms in the right configuration and turns himself over onto his back and squints up at the weak sun. He finally sits up and looks around, seeing the rest of Blue's crew stirring as well. He counts: one, two, three, four. That's everybody. Moving one of his hands, he feels something lying beside him. He looks down and sees his pack. Ah, yes. He remembers now running to grab it before jumping overboard to help the others — well, not Zinleth. He was as at home in the water as Gilly. The bard opens the top of his pack and reaches in, extracting first his rör oscillera, a musical instrument made of a straight, burnt-out stick about as long as his arm with several holes drilled in a row, and his ståkuk stämma, a second musical instrument made from a giant goat's horn — curved with holes drilled at intervals. Placing them in his lap, he inspects what else he was able to salvage and then puts the instruments back in. Scrutinizing the pack, he makes an interesting hand gesture and drips and streams of water rise out of the pack and coalesce in mid air, coming together to form a small sphere. Then, with a wave of his hand, the giant water droplet arcs through the air and rejoins the sea.
Gilly stands, puts his pack on, checks his crossbow and bolts, which he was wearing while on watch, and the two daggers sheathed at the small of his back. He is relieved to find all of his weapons are accounted for, especially that he still has all of his bolts. He grabs his long braid of hair and shakes it, trying to release some of the sand, then finally makes another hand gesture and speaks a couple words in Giant, and the sand disappears. He does it again, looking at his clothes, and they come clean as well, looking freshly laundered.
Curious about the weather — whether they should expect another storm like the one last night — Gilly inspects the sky (nature: 16). (Does Gilly have an idea of where they might be? D20 if needed, to which you may add the appropriate modifier: 20.) He then approaches the nearest shipmate to find out how they've fared, offering any services he might render — all with a friendly smile — water removal, cleaning, mending, healing, inspiration, or just a helping hand or strong back.
Curious about the weather — whether they should expect another storm like the one last night — Gilly inspects the sky and then tries to work out where they might be. He then approaches the nearest shipmate which happens to be Vron Cedark and says "Cap'n I reckon we've ended up on Snowdown somewhere up the coast from Llandrain and that storm last night was just freakish, because there is no sign of it now" as he offers any services he might render — all with a friendly smile — water removal, cleaning, mending, healing, inspiration, or just a helping hand or strong back.
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"You cruel, cruel *****" Vhon whispers, eyes still closed he hears the others start to move, feels the sand underneath him, tastes the salt on his lips and remembers with sickening clarity the disaster that has befallen his crew. Without opening his eyes he listens identifying them all as the move and begin to speak, thanking Tymora they all made it ashore, as he counts the four of them. He feels Floki touch his face, making sure he is alive. "Don't worry my friend, I'm fine, give me a moment."
After taking the few seconds to compose himself he gets up, the first thing he sees is the wreckage, stuck upon rocks, mostly still above the waterline, a first glimmer of hope, the cargo might be at least partially salvageable. Gilly comes up and appraisers him about the storm, he nods then turns to the Tabaxi "Well, is Gilly right, Zeph? Magical storms should be right down your street, was that what is was?".
Looking around the beach more he calls out "I take it from the unusual lack of grumbling that you are all completely knackered - a fire and food in our bellies sounds good then we can start trying to fix up this gods bedamned mess as best as possible Folki you keep them at it, I'm going to take a look around."
Vhon then sets off a little way inland to see if he can see any signs of life but not going out of sight of the crew.
Perception 5
As he walks away a voice creeps into the little corner of his mind where it finds purchase now and again "Cruel indeed Vhon, cruel indeed. Maybe time for a change, leave them behind and keep walking, there are strong energies here, you know because you have felt them before, when we met." Shaking his head the captain blinks back tears, as the reality of the situation compounded by the fey's words threaten to undermine his strength of purpose. Hardly able to see his surroundings through the forming tears and his inability to concentrate Vhon squats down running his hand through the sand, letting it slide between his fingers. "I will not leave them and this will not be the end of us, it is a new beginning, that is all." Straightening up he ponders his next move.
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Zin checked his satchel. A quick inventory revealed he only had 3 days rations left. He lost his bedroll, the torches, maybe some other stuff. His fishing gear was also saved. He carefully unfolded the leather wrap and found his tinderbox in good shape.
He got to work starting a fire while the others stirred, moved about and checked their own gear.
As Vhon walked away he thought of calling to him, asking for orders, but decided against it. He was crew, he didn't question the captain. The man just lost his ship, let him gather himself. But there was still work to be done and he didn't need specific orders to know what to do.
After getting the fire started he laid his bow and fishing gear aside. He left his rations for the others.
"I've got 3 days of food here. Dried fish and fruit, help yourselves. I'm going to see what can be salvaged from the ship and then get some fishing done. "
Wading back into the water he dives under, transforming his legs into fins and begins ferrying supplies back to shore. He brings the silk first. He may not care much about the actual cargo but he's no fool either. Anything that can be salvaged can be sold to get another ship and keep sailing. He owed that to the captain. He tries to to bring as much of the cargo that can be salvaged, weapons, packs and food that can be carried back to shore.
When that was done he sets to fishing to bring in more food.
Survival (fishing) 23
After seeing Zinleth come ashore with the first bit of salvage, Gilly joins in to help out the sea elf, even attempting to add a little fun to the task by taunting him to race each time they're heading back out to the Cobalt Conveyor.
Zeph would look to the captain and at the mention of a magical storm he would scratch the top of his head. "Well the good captain used to tell me stories of powerful sorcerers that could create storms and control the seas... I think he has hoped that some day I could do the same." The tabaxi would say as he attempted to smooth some of his very poofy hair after his quick blowdry. "I am pretty sure the storm we ran into last night wasn't natural... that is for sure."
Nature 10
Arcana 11
(So would it be possible Grant for you to tell us exactly what items we were able to keep and which ones were lost in the water and which ones are on the boat? I had kind of assumed I would have anything I was activly wearing but probably nothing that would have been held in my bag. I just didn't want to basically say I had all my weapons and arcane focus and stuff if you wanted us to be extremely vulnerable currently)
Vhon returns to the others "Searching the mainland can wait for now, we need to secure our things, make sure we keep what we can. Zin, Gilly carry on with the salvage, I'll be with you. While we do that Floki and Zeph can fix us up some food, hopefully!" Looking around he shakes his head "Anyone seen my crossbow? Could've sworn I had it in my hand when we jumped, hope it's still in one piece."
Back in control of himself, and back to issuing orders the Captain moves towards the water, stripping off an already sodden shirt and jacket which he places on a large rock to dry off his torso showing the signs of a tough life both in and out of the water, several scars from various fights are partially hidden by the long and elaborate tattoo that runs down his left arm and his back, the design of a horned woodland spirit on the arm fighting against dark tendrils running down the shoulder towards the middle of his back. More scars are visible on the rest of his torso along with a smaller tattoo of a black sun on his other shoulder. As he strides into the shallows he looks very much at home, then he is in the water and moving with all the grace of his elven heritage as he swims off towards the wreck of his ship.
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Hearing the request to get some food started, Zeph would nod to the captain. "Sure boss!" He would say with a smile as the captain turns to head to the ship. "Shit... I don't have any rations on me... Zin said he had some... perhaps we can scrounge up something to suppliment it" The Tabaxi would growl. Quickly scanning the trees, Zeph would look for any signs of bananas or coconuts before looking along the beach for any crabs or other eaisly accessible sources of food. "Floki, Fan out and search for food. That nasty storm may have beached some larger fish... they should still be fresh enough to cook up and eat if we can get to em before the gulls do!" He would suggest before heading off along the coast himself looking for food and cooking whatever they find.
24 = perception to look for food?
Survival = 14 if needed?
(Not knowing how much food we have I don't want to assume we have plenty to eat as far as rations go)
A grin forms on Zin's face as Gilly taunts him into racing back to the ship each time they bring supplies in. Soon his hearty laugh is booming as his spirits lift and effects of the storm on his soul disappear.
Rescuing equipment & Foraging
After Post #15 – Zeph comes back with a small handful of oysters and limpets; enough to feed one of the crew but that is about all. As he shows the group his meagre offerings he says “but on a bright note, I did find a stream of freshwater about a 100 yards down the beach.” After managing to get a fire going, Floki goes off to see what he can find. He comes back carrying a large number of shellfish plus several large crabs and says to Zeph with a grin “you’ve just go to know where to look!”
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Zin reports to Capatian Vhon what was recovered from the ship. He also helped distribute recovered gear to the owners. He felt better now that he had his longbow back. The armor was also good to have back. The sahuagin proweled these waters, they needed to keep an eye out.
He then found a place that gave some view around them and kept watch while the senior crew decided what to do.
Once he has harvested enough wood from the cobalt for a large fire, and is satisfied the fire is blazing he makes his way back to the captain. When he finds him, "So Cap'n. Whats the plan from here? Do we head inland?"
Feeling pleased with himself for helping recover so many necessary items and also lightening Zin's spirits, Gilly sits down on the beach and pulls his horn out his pack. He begins to play. The sound is one the crew is all-too-familiar with — low and airy.