"My things... my things are still on the ship somewhere..." Lucky mumbles under his breath just loud enough for some of those nearby to catch. He looks forlornly out to sea staring at the stern of the ship. The drizzle drips down his face, soaking him to the bone. He's shivering miserably in the cold, but it's hard to tell if his misery is the weather, the current situation, or something else.
(DM: was my stash in the stern or aft of the ship? We didn't define it to that level)
The young lad looks up at the half-elven woman and back at the ship. "But... my things... They're... important to me. Please can I at least have a quick look...?" The young lad looks utterly dishevelled and out of sorts. He's also pretty much out of the will to resist the instructions this imposing half-elf is giving him.
Reed pulls his rapier out with a grin, giving the handle a kiss. Thought I'd lost you.He glares at the elf and the boy. To the hells with your stuff. I'll tolerate you because you didn't torture me, but don't expect anything else. Now let's get off this damned beach and find some alcohol.
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Oooooooooh no... I so am NOT suited to play someones parent!
"You can do as you like but I'm afraid I just have no way to help you and it looks pretty dangerous..." Fianna shakes her head in dismay. "Was your stuff worth your life?"
((How old does Lucky look? Does he look old enough to make life or death decisions?))
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
Fianna examines some of the bodies which have washed ashore. They have almost nothing of value - a belt buckle or a copper piece here or there, if you want them. Some of the bodies were shorn even of some of their clothing in the violent waves. She pokes through the some of the nearby debris and finds barrels of now contaminated water and crates of spoiled rations. One barrel of brandy seems intact, but it's far too heavy to move without a cart of some kind.
(Both Lucky and Pointy recall that their items were kept more amidships - not in the stern. It could be anywhere in this mess. They both have trouble identifying what part of the ship the other large chunk offshore belonged to.)
The rain ends, and the vague smoky smell returns. There's something unpleasant about the thin smoke smell that suggests it may not be a hearth.
Lucky notices a figure walking briskly down the steep cliffs to the northwest, headed in your general direction.
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Kelnan
Kelnan snaps at Reed. "A spellbook is a bit harder to replace than a bit of steel!" but softens. "Apologies. A rest would do us all good, and something lurks in the water so best not to go out. But if some scavenger finds my chest I expect I'll never see it again. I'd appreciate the help if your valuables are accounted for."
Exhausted but desperate, he tries to guess from the currents or any familiar objects where something from his cabin might have ended up. And otherwise returns to pulling anything in reach of a Mage Hand onto shore.
Kelnan reels in a crate of unusual red fruit he can't identify, soaked but edible. The icy water numbs his feet as the pounding surf repeatedly douses them. A single human arm washes up nearby. He has no guesses as to where his chest could be, but the debris field stretches a hundred yards or more to the east, and there's still a lot floating offshore. There's much to search yet, but he's cold and exhausted, and the pounding waves give him a splitting headache.
Reed looks coldly at Kelnan. I really hope you're not expecting some kind of sympathy here. You're lucky I haven't run you through with this bit of steel. It'd be a kinder fate than the one we suffered.He holds up his wet armor, and thinks better of it and starts packing it away in his bag. Anyways, spellbooks can be replaced too. Just have to work a little harder, like Molo said. He gives the kobold a grin and a wink.
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Kelnan sits on the beach and slumps down, biting into one of the red fruits. "My spells, my research notes, my map to the Pronghorn Discs, probably fake anyway. Hmph. This is pointless." He motions to Reed. "I'll buy you that drink, small one, if you'll hear me out. I'm no slaver. Not even a sailor, really. Just a half-baked academic with some bad luck and brains enough to read a map. We'll see what the tide brings in."
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Lucky.
The young lad dips his head in acceptance of his lost stash with a sigh. He then looks up, squinting through the brightening dawn to the figure approaching from the northwest. "Someone's coming, " he points out simply. Once sure that at least one of the others has heard this message he slips a bit away from the group. Moving into cover behind one of the bigger crates he hunkers down and tries to keep out of sight, though his shivering and chattering teeth aren't helping.
Fianna was happy the survivors were at least not killing each other. It would be nice to have some people to help find stuff, shelter and food, until she at least got her bearings. But that would take some time, and it seemed perhaps they didn’t have it.
Fianna looked out into the night, trying to make out the approaching figure and determine if they were likely helpful or harmful. She readied herself just in case of the latter, luck had not been with her of late.
perception to make out the figure: 12
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Kelnan finds the odd fruit delicious. He's very hungry. He's never even seen a fruit like this.
Lucky tries his best to hide behind a crate of spoiled, fermented fish that smells quite foul.
The approaching figure appears humanoid, but wears a hooded cloak that completely hides their features in the gloomy twilight. "Hey there!" the figure calls out as they get closer. "Are you all right?"
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Lucky.
Trying to listen over the crash of the surf, Lucky attempts to pick up any sort of accent in the voice; any sort of threat, implied or covered up; is this person genuinely concerned for our wellbeing or are they here to make sure we don't get off this beach? He peeks cautiously over the barrel of fish, wrinkling his nose and peers intently at the stranger, trying to gauge his intentions from his stance and the set of his body. The reek of the fish, the constant numbing cold and his utter exhaustion make it hard to concentrate however.
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((Ack, I forgot about the disadvantage for my previous insight check, though I doubt 12 was getting me anything special anyway... but 8 and take the lesser of that or 12 - I do try to check in from work but doing the fancier parts of posting a bit hard on the phone...))
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Reed looks up at the approaching figure, and casually holds the sword at his side. A smile stretches across his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Hail, friend! We've been shipwrecked! Wouldn't mind a little help if you can spare it?
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Lucky.
"My things... my things are still on the ship somewhere..." Lucky mumbles under his breath just loud enough for some of those nearby to catch. He looks forlornly out to sea staring at the stern of the ship. The drizzle drips down his face, soaking him to the bone. He's shivering miserably in the cold, but it's hard to tell if his misery is the weather, the current situation, or something else.
(DM: was my stash in the stern or aft of the ship? We didn't define it to that level)
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
(Same, would I know vaguely where my things are just based on the bits of ship still intact?)
Fianna
"Is your stuff worth risking your life? Isn't it better to live without stuff than to have your life stuffed beneath the waves?" Fianna asks.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Lucky.
The young lad looks up at the half-elven woman and back at the ship. "But... my things... They're... important to me. Please can I at least have a quick look...?" The young lad looks utterly dishevelled and out of sorts. He's also pretty much out of the will to resist the instructions this imposing half-elf is giving him.
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
Reed
Reed pulls his rapier out with a grin, giving the handle a kiss. Thought I'd lost you. He glares at the elf and the boy. To the hells with your stuff. I'll tolerate you because you didn't torture me, but don't expect anything else. Now let's get off this damned beach and find some alcohol.
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Fianna
Oooooooooh no... I so am NOT suited to play someones parent!
"You can do as you like but I'm afraid I just have no way to help you and it looks pretty dangerous..." Fianna shakes her head in dismay. "Was your stuff worth your life?"
((How old does Lucky look? Does he look old enough to make life or death decisions?))
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Fianna examines some of the bodies which have washed ashore. They have almost nothing of value - a belt buckle or a copper piece here or there, if you want them. Some of the bodies were shorn even of some of their clothing in the violent waves. She pokes through the some of the nearby debris and finds barrels of now contaminated water and crates of spoiled rations. One barrel of brandy seems intact, but it's far too heavy to move without a cart of some kind.
(Both Lucky and Pointy recall that their items were kept more amidships - not in the stern. It could be anywhere in this mess. They both have trouble identifying what part of the ship the other large chunk offshore belonged to.)
The rain ends, and the vague smoky smell returns. There's something unpleasant about the thin smoke smell that suggests it may not be a hearth.
Lucky notices a figure walking briskly down the steep cliffs to the northwest, headed in your general direction.
Kelnan
Kelnan snaps at Reed. "A spellbook is a bit harder to replace than a bit of steel!" but softens. "Apologies. A rest would do us all good, and something lurks in the water so best not to go out. But if some scavenger finds my chest I expect I'll never see it again. I'd appreciate the help if your valuables are accounted for."
Exhausted but desperate, he tries to guess from the currents or any familiar objects where something from his cabin might have ended up. And otherwise returns to pulling anything in reach of a Mage Hand onto shore.
Investigation: 8
Kelnan reels in a crate of unusual red fruit he can't identify, soaked but edible. The icy water numbs his feet as the pounding surf repeatedly douses them. A single human arm washes up nearby. He has no guesses as to where his chest could be, but the debris field stretches a hundred yards or more to the east, and there's still a lot floating offshore. There's much to search yet, but he's cold and exhausted, and the pounding waves give him a splitting headache.
Fianna
"Spellbook? Ouch, that is a tough loss," Fianna says giving the shore and the sea a last ditch search for anything resembling a chest...
Perception 3
"Sorry, I'm just not seeing anything likely..."
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Molo gives his dulcimer a couple -TWANGS- and pats it affectionately.
”If you want help finding your book... well, I’ll help.”
Molo goes about knee deep into the ocean (he’s 2 feet tall). He stops, turns back around, and walks out.
”I did all anyone could have. They’re lost. We’ll have to find another wizard, kill him, and take his book.”
He then starts walking up off the beach to dry(er) land.
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Reed
Reed looks coldly at Kelnan. I really hope you're not expecting some kind of sympathy here. You're lucky I haven't run you through with this bit of steel. It'd be a kinder fate than the one we suffered. He holds up his wet armor, and thinks better of it and starts packing it away in his bag. Anyways, spellbooks can be replaced too. Just have to work a little harder, like Molo said. He gives the kobold a grin and a wink.
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Kelnan
Kelnan sits on the beach and slumps down, biting into one of the red fruits. "My spells, my research notes, my map to the Pronghorn Discs, probably fake anyway. Hmph. This is pointless." He motions to Reed. "I'll buy you that drink, small one, if you'll hear me out. I'm no slaver. Not even a sailor, really. Just a half-baked academic with some bad luck and brains enough to read a map. We'll see what the tide brings in."
Reed
He pauses packing, thinking for a second. Ok. You can buy me a drink. He continues gathering his stuff up.
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Lucky.
The young lad dips his head in acceptance of his lost stash with a sigh. He then looks up, squinting through the brightening dawn to the figure approaching from the northwest. "Someone's coming, " he points out simply. Once sure that at least one of the others has heard this message he slips a bit away from the group. Moving into cover behind one of the bigger crates he hunkers down and tries to keep out of sight, though his shivering and chattering teeth aren't helping.
If possible: Stealth: 7 (with Disadvantage due to Exhaustion)
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
Fianna
Fianna was happy the survivors were at least not killing each other. It would be nice to have some people to help find stuff, shelter and food, until she at least got her bearings. But that would take some time, and it seemed perhaps they didn’t have it.
Fianna looked out into the night, trying to make out the approaching figure and determine if they were likely helpful or harmful. She readied herself just in case of the latter, luck had not been with her of late.
perception to make out the figure: 12
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Kelnan finds the odd fruit delicious. He's very hungry. He's never even seen a fruit like this.
Lucky tries his best to hide behind a crate of spoiled, fermented fish that smells quite foul.
The approaching figure appears humanoid, but wears a hooded cloak that completely hides their features in the gloomy twilight. "Hey there!" the figure calls out as they get closer. "Are you all right?"
Lucky.
Trying to listen over the crash of the surf, Lucky attempts to pick up any sort of accent in the voice; any sort of threat, implied or covered up; is this person genuinely concerned for our wellbeing or are they here to make sure we don't get off this beach? He peeks cautiously over the barrel of fish, wrinkling his nose and peers intently at the stranger, trying to gauge his intentions from his stance and the set of his body. The reek of the fish, the constant numbing cold and his utter exhaustion make it hard to concentrate however.
Insight (+2, disadvantage): 14.
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
((Ack, I forgot about the disadvantage for my previous insight check, though I doubt 12 was getting me anything special anyway... but 8 and take the lesser of that or 12 - I do try to check in from work but doing the fancier parts of posting a bit hard on the phone...))
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Reed
Reed looks up at the approaching figure, and casually holds the sword at his side. A smile stretches across his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Hail, friend! We've been shipwrecked! Wouldn't mind a little help if you can spare it?
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