Troubles in Paradise

Nameless One shrugs and moves out of hiding, "Yes, we should probably search it as thoroughly as we can."  She begins poking around. 

Investigation : 18

At first glance, everything here was on the open, but relentless Nameless One found in the farthest corner well imbedded into the corals, something else - a chest without any visible lock. The lead opened practically at the look, revealing quite bizarre content - a severed had of a man with shaved sallow skin covered with a stylized tattoo of three dragons. In addition, there were leg irons cuffs and a scroll, lifting names and genders of some people, presumably, with two names fiercely scratched out. Thayan slavers is a harsh reality of the world, known to many, and it would probably be a safe assumption that the head belonged to one of them.

Nameless One shows the items to the rest of the group. "I recognize these names. Whoever lives here is doing good work it seems. Perhaps some drowned undead ex-slave that can't rest until it slays all of the slavers that traded them?"  She grins, "Or just an angry fish dude who hates slavers."  

She motions for the exit, prompting Davis to take the lead to the next place.

The "next places" are either another half of the ship (with small "sacks"), the path up between two halves of the ship (both the "sack" section and the path are behind the "veil"), or you can go back to the central room.

Trudie would fall behind, keeping an eye on the groups tail.

With both of the close paths behind the 'net' Davis moves towards that. He uses his glaive to see if the net reacts when he touches it with the blade of his magical weapon.

Disturbed threads easily moved aside with the blade (uncut). But the moment weapon touched them a puls of some invisible energy, something you could not see or hear, only feel passed through each of you, leaving the sense that there is no need to move in this direction while there is so much open water just behind you.

(1 psychic damage to everyone)

No other effects insulted the group's senses, and nobody came down the path from above. The path itself remained nicely lightened leading somewhere up (you can not see from this point where exactly.

If we go back out into the main cave behind us, there are still two other ways to go right?  Nameless One, "Let's go over here and look instead..."

(Absolutely! There are more paths in the dark coral jungles leading to all kinds of very dark places!) 

Trudie’s head would quirk from the string zap. “In my lil tortle tot days, my spidey senses tingled when one would touch a web.” She’d make hand gestures like a spiders limbs, then mimic as if she were plucking threads like she would in her spider form. “Communicating through string can be quite poetic if you think about it.” She’d muse. “Anywho. We may have just rang a doorbell. Keep an eye out for any greeters!” The old tort would finish her cryptic thought process, swimming carefree.

"I think we have rung the bell already, so we should just continue this way." Davis says, glancing to the nameless one. "If you truly feel we should check the other paths out first, then we can do so, but..." He trails off as he looks past the nets towards the path beyond. "Someone, or something, doesn't want us to go this way." He eventually says. He shrugs. "Don't have a big problem not doing so right now, but, eventually, we will need to go that way." He looks to the group to see what direction they wish to go, as the nameless one indicated, or onward through the net barrior.

Hansel looks around to see if there are any alternative routes to follow...

(OOC: Since you've posted a map before, would you mind doing another one? Just so we can see where we have been, where these nets are blocking, and what other options are. Cheers)

Something like this (north and south-east are entrances to ships, the north one is filled with dead bodies):

Well if Davis has managed to cut through the net (which is the red line, right?) then perhaps we should go in. Perhaps check the left side of the ship first and then continue up.

More like moved away the threads but yes, they are movable. The left side of the ship is filled with small "sacks", if you wish you can surely move between the raws of them or pick up some.

Nameless one will pick up one of the sacks and look inside. She was told rumors of a dead cat when she was a kid, but the life lesson never stuck with her. 

(Assuming Davis kept a whole big enough for others to get through)

The "sack" felt strangely alive in the girl's hands. Smooth, glossy and kind of "leathery" it was definitely organic (the girl felt like something was even moving inside?), with "horns" on the sides being softer than they look. The thing could not be simply opened - it was not something crafted, but with an effort, it could be torn apart. Tearing off one of the "horns" first, the Nameless Once eventually ripped the "sack" in two and the content spilled out, revealing some goo (quickly dissolving in seawater) and a tiny sahuagin - very similar to those the group just fought, only even more grotesque and not yet biting. The small body jerked a few times and then slowly sank to the bottom.

The sacks don't look as appealing to Hansel. He returns to the room on the right and picks up one of the pretty diadems...

"Well, we know what is in the sacks anyway." Davis comments as he watches the sack get torn in half. He holds the net open for the others to pass through, then would slip through himself. "Do we want to do anything with the rest of those sacks, or should we continue on and see where this path leads?"

The Nameless girl seemed disgusted that she may be now "breathing in" the gunk from inside the egg like sack.  She looks to the others, and then presses forward to see where the path leads.