Fianna takes a step forward and looks the newcomer over. They didn't appear to be a threat, but appearances weren't always a good indicator. "The only ones we know about," Fianna said warily. "We've seen no others."
Nor are we really in any shape to search for them, Fianna kept to herself. Nor do most of them deserve to have survive.
"Are you here to salvage what the tides bring ashore? I wouldn't blame you nor deny you, I'd just ask... For our friend here... He's quite upset over his losses and we'd just ask if you found his trunk..." Fianna trailed off. She knew the hopes of finding it were slim, nor would a stranger likely be motivated to return anything of value.
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
How come the fact old Pointy has lost his spellbook means he’s suddenly everyone’s friend? Have they forgotten he was working on the ship too? Ah! Maybe he’s ensorcelled everyone? I should be mindful. Still, I don’t think this newcomer means harm. Time to step out in case they forget I’m here.
Lucky takes a step out from behind the crate and moves behind the others, keeping his hands in the pockets of his big hooded cloak which he’s thankful still to possess. He pulls the deep hood up over his head and his face sinks into the shadows. At least it brings some manner of protection from the rain.
The breeze picks up a little - it's cold and damp and brings no comfort.
The rocky beach is perhaps fifty feet wide, ending in a line of sandy, scrubby cliffs extending as far as you can see to the east. They taper to the west, and seem to terminate where you see a few low cabins in the distance. The newcomer had arrived on a thin path that zigzags down the bluffs, a little way to the west.
A cluster of crates and barrels, and a jumble of timbers lay to the west as well, marking the end of the debris field from the wreck.
Lucky spots a small, colorful case half-buried in the sand near the fish crate.
"What? Nononono," Katernin shakes her head, "no, um..." she points up the the top of the cliff, "I live and work up there and saw the ship wreak when I left this morning to survey the damage the storm did to the roof. I saw bodies and people moving so I came down here to offer you help. You said you're still missing things? What are you missing?"
Reed eyes the new girl warily. Come to help? More like come to help herself. Nothing of real importance. Got most of everything back. The hells is that burning up there? And where can we get a drink?
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"There's a um... fire in a bog," Katernin says, "I keep meaning to go check it out but I keep getting distracted. And you don't look like you need a drink you all look like you need a place to dry off for a little while and heal. You could come with me back to my temple and I could get you some food..."
Kelnan rises, dusts himself off, and bows slightly toward Katernin. "Kelnan Ariessus. It's my trunk they're referring to. Well, the book within it specifically. But really..." he motions vaguely to the debris field and shakes his head in defeat.
"I promised the small one a drink, but some rest and a meal would do us better for now, thank you. I've had enough seawater for one day, these fruits are quite nice though. And you are?"
"Well, I say temple," Katernin says, "it's really just a shrine. I live there, but it's dry for the most part... gonna have to fix the part of the roof that's broken... still, I've got food and can get a fire going."
Molo places himself in front of the others. ”Having now weighed the options, I will direct our course to its natural next step: we shall go to this shrine, and claim rest under its holy eaves. On this journey, some of you may die- I assume sacrificed to whatever god this person worships- but that is a risk we must be willing to take.”
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Lucky.
As the others prepare to move off with the newcomer to her shrine, Lucky hangs back a bit. Waiting until they begin to move off, he squats down in the sand next to the small, colorful case half-buried in the sand near the fish crate. Looking at it from a few angles he checks it over to look for signs, sigils and markings, plus the tell-tale indications of any traps, before he touches it.
Assuming he sees none, he will pull it from the sand, dust it off and run to catch up with the others. Upon reaching them he'll pull Pointy's cloak to get his attention and show him the case. "Is this yours, Pointy?"
It's not Kelnan's case. It is finely crafted and very small – perhaps ten inches long, and covered with a pearly, iridescent scale pattern, with a small hook latch.
The five exhausted shipwreck survivors follow Katernin up the switchbacked trail to the top of the sandy cliffs. As you reach the top, you look back on a sweeping view of the beach and the wreck and the debris. Katernin's small temple, set back a bit from the top of the cliffs, looks more like a utility shed, with part of its thatched roof freshly peeled back, exposing the timbers of its framing. Other buildings are not far away, and a large graveyard - you seem to be overlooking a sizable town, accessible by a footpath leading west down the hill.
You suppose it is dawn, but the clouds are dense and grim, and the morning light is still wanting.
Lucky will stash the small case into one of the many deep pockets in his hooded robe, for detailed examination later when his hands have stopped shaking. He knows from bitter experience not to rush these things. For now he contents himself to follow the lead of these others and see what fate has thrown in front of him this time...
"Ya... um," Katernin looks at the place, then the party, "um... shrine sweet shrine. You might be better off at the inn. I just... dont know where that is," she sounds embarrased. "If you want to wait Weasel should be able to tell you... I'm gonna go back down to the beach in a bit to see if I can prepare any of those bodies for burial."
The five of you pretty well fill Katernin's building, which features a small shrine, a sleeping area, and a large puddle on the floor where last night's storm came through the roof. But she has food and water and shelter from the biting wind. (This, and a long rest, will eventually remove your exhaustion, but there's not a lot of room for five people to lie down and rest here comfortably, especially with the puddle, your wet clothes, and your lack of bedding.)
"Weasel" soon arrives - an elderly human woman with a tattoo of a lumberjack's saw on her bicep. She glances at a note on the door and then squints nervously at the group. "Who are you guys?"
The young boy looks for a comfortable place to hunker down out of the rain. Spotting a small corner where no one could approach him undetected, he sits down with his back against the wall, knees pulled protectively up against his chest and wraps his dark, hooded cloak around him, cowl pulled up over his scraggly blond hair . Almost instinctively he's picked a shadowy place, and would probably be hard to notice if a newcomer entered the shrine.
From there he regards these new companions and wonders who he can trust, who he should be wary of and what will become of him. But he's been alone his whole, short life anyway, so this new position isn't something that particularly phases him. At least he's finally found a dry, reasonably warm corner to shelter in. Often back in Greyhawk that would be all he could hope for and all he needed. Hopefully the others will soon stop talking and they can all settle down and get some much needed rest. Though some food would probably be welcome he realises, as his belly starts to rumble loudly.
Fianna smiles but supresses a left when Moxo takes charge. She liberally casts prestidigitation on one and all to clean and warm up their clothes as best she can.
“If she lives here why does she not know where the inn is?” Fianna asks everyone and nobody. Meanwhile she takes it upon herself to distribute the food and drink (warming and chilling with more prestidigitation as appropriate) and reassure everyone that they’ve survived this much, they’ll get through the next few days just find. Sometimes empty promises are all it takes to kindle hope...
“Oh, hello!” Fianna answers when the elderly woman enters. “We’re survivors of a shipwreck that just happened. The other woman, Katernin or such? She gathered us and brought us here to warm up. And you are...?”
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Katernin:
Katrnin sighs, "Ya, that was a stupid question. Shipwreck... are you the only survivors?" she asks as she approaches the group.
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Fianna
Fianna takes a step forward and looks the newcomer over. They didn't appear to be a threat, but appearances weren't always a good indicator. "The only ones we know about," Fianna said warily. "We've seen no others."
Nor are we really in any shape to search for them, Fianna kept to herself. Nor do most of them deserve to have survive.
"Are you here to salvage what the tides bring ashore? I wouldn't blame you nor deny you, I'd just ask... For our friend here... He's quite upset over his losses and we'd just ask if you found his trunk..." Fianna trailed off. She knew the hopes of finding it were slim, nor would a stranger likely be motivated to return anything of value.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Lucky
Lucky listens and wonders.
How come the fact old Pointy has lost his spellbook means he’s suddenly everyone’s friend? Have they forgotten he was working on the ship too? Ah! Maybe he’s ensorcelled everyone? I should be mindful. Still, I don’t think this newcomer means harm. Time to step out in case they forget I’m here.
Lucky takes a step out from behind the crate and moves behind the others, keeping his hands in the pockets of his big hooded cloak which he’s thankful still to possess. He pulls the deep hood up over his head and his face sinks into the shadows. At least it brings some manner of protection from the rain.
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
The breeze picks up a little - it's cold and damp and brings no comfort.
The rocky beach is perhaps fifty feet wide, ending in a line of sandy, scrubby cliffs extending as far as you can see to the east. They taper to the west, and seem to terminate where you see a few low cabins in the distance. The newcomer had arrived on a thin path that zigzags down the bluffs, a little way to the west.
A cluster of crates and barrels, and a jumble of timbers lay to the west as well, marking the end of the debris field from the wreck.
Lucky spots a small, colorful case half-buried in the sand near the fish crate.
Katernin:
"What? Nononono," Katernin shakes her head, "no, um..." she points up the the top of the cliff, "I live and work up there and saw the ship wreak when I left this morning to survey the damage the storm did to the roof. I saw bodies and people moving so I came down here to offer you help. You said you're still missing things? What are you missing?"
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Reed
Reed eyes the new girl warily. Come to help? More like come to help herself. Nothing of real importance. Got most of everything back. The hells is that burning up there? And where can we get a drink?
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
"There's a um... fire in a bog," Katernin says, "I keep meaning to go check it out but I keep getting distracted. And you don't look like you need a drink you all look like you need a place to dry off for a little while and heal. You could come with me back to my temple and I could get you some food..."
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Kelnan
Kelnan rises, dusts himself off, and bows slightly toward Katernin. "Kelnan Ariessus. It's my trunk they're referring to. Well, the book within it specifically. But really..." he motions vaguely to the debris field and shakes his head in defeat.
"I promised the small one a drink, but some rest and a meal would do us better for now, thank you. I've had enough seawater for one day, these fruits are quite nice though. And you are?"
Reed
Reed shoulders his pack wearily and glares at the others, annoyed. "Booze is food. A little nip will warm you right up. And what do you mean temple?"
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Katernin:
"Well, I say temple," Katernin says, "it's really just a shrine. I live there, but it's dry for the most part... gonna have to fix the part of the roof that's broken... still, I've got food and can get a fire going."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Molo places himself in front of the others.
”Having now weighed the options, I will direct our course to its natural next step: we shall go to this shrine, and claim rest under its holy eaves. On this journey, some of you may die- I assume sacrificed to whatever god this person worships- but that is a risk we must be willing to take.”
With a nod to Katernin
”Lead on.”
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Reed
Reed claps Molo on the back. "That's right...that's all the gods are good for. Taking sacrifices, giving nothing back. Smart kobold, you are."
Reed looks over at Fianna as a spark of inspiration hits. "Hey...can you do that drying thing to my armor?"
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Lucky.
As the others prepare to move off with the newcomer to her shrine, Lucky hangs back a bit. Waiting until they begin to move off, he squats down in the sand next to the small, colorful case half-buried in the sand near the fish crate. Looking at it from a few angles he checks it over to look for signs, sigils and markings, plus the tell-tale indications of any traps, before he touches it.
Investigation (+6, disadvantage): 21.
Assuming he sees none, he will pull it from the sand, dust it off and run to catch up with the others. Upon reaching them he'll pull Pointy's cloak to get his attention and show him the case. "Is this yours, Pointy?"
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
It's not Kelnan's case. It is finely crafted and very small – perhaps ten inches long, and covered with a pearly, iridescent scale pattern, with a small hook latch.
The five exhausted shipwreck survivors follow Katernin up the switchbacked trail to the top of the sandy cliffs. As you reach the top, you look back on a sweeping view of the beach and the wreck and the debris. Katernin's small temple, set back a bit from the top of the cliffs, looks more like a utility shed, with part of its thatched roof freshly peeled back, exposing the timbers of its framing. Other buildings are not far away, and a large graveyard - you seem to be overlooking a sizable town, accessible by a footpath leading west down the hill.
You suppose it is dawn, but the clouds are dense and grim, and the morning light is still wanting.
Molo looks around. ”Friend Kiernen... where are we?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Lucky.
Lucky will stash the small case into one of the many deep pockets in his hooded robe, for detailed examination later when his hands have stopped shaking. He knows from bitter experience not to rush these things. For now he contents himself to follow the lead of these others and see what fate has thrown in front of him this time...
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
Katernin:
"Ya... um," Katernin looks at the place, then the party, "um... shrine sweet shrine. You might be better off at the inn. I just... dont know where that is," she sounds embarrased. "If you want to wait Weasel should be able to tell you... I'm gonna go back down to the beach in a bit to see if I can prepare any of those bodies for burial."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
The five of you pretty well fill Katernin's building, which features a small shrine, a sleeping area, and a large puddle on the floor where last night's storm came through the roof. But she has food and water and shelter from the biting wind. (This, and a long rest, will eventually remove your exhaustion, but there's not a lot of room for five people to lie down and rest here comfortably, especially with the puddle, your wet clothes, and your lack of bedding.)
"Weasel" soon arrives - an elderly human woman with a tattoo of a lumberjack's saw on her bicep. She glances at a note on the door and then squints nervously at the group. "Who are you guys?"
Lucky.
The young boy looks for a comfortable place to hunker down out of the rain. Spotting a small corner where no one could approach him undetected, he sits down with his back against the wall, knees pulled protectively up against his chest and wraps his dark, hooded cloak around him, cowl pulled up over his scraggly blond hair . Almost instinctively he's picked a shadowy place, and would probably be hard to notice if a newcomer entered the shrine.
From there he regards these new companions and wonders who he can trust, who he should be wary of and what will become of him. But he's been alone his whole, short life anyway, so this new position isn't something that particularly phases him. At least he's finally found a dry, reasonably warm corner to shelter in. Often back in Greyhawk that would be all he could hope for and all he needed. Hopefully the others will soon stop talking and they can all settle down and get some much needed rest. Though some food would probably be welcome he realises, as his belly starts to rumble loudly.
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
Fianna
Fianna smiles but supresses a left when Moxo takes charge. She liberally casts prestidigitation on one and all to clean and warm up their clothes as best she can.
“If she lives here why does she not know where the inn is?” Fianna asks everyone and nobody. Meanwhile she takes it upon herself to distribute the food and drink (warming and chilling with more prestidigitation as appropriate) and reassure everyone that they’ve survived this much, they’ll get through the next few days just find. Sometimes empty promises are all it takes to kindle hope...
“Oh, hello!” Fianna answers when the elderly woman enters. “We’re survivors of a shipwreck that just happened. The other woman, Katernin or such? She gathered us and brought us here to warm up. And you are...?”
((sorry, choice of proper format or not having to wait to post til home from work.))
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop