Bramble purses his lips. "I think... we are being stalked by something. I could not, ah, get a good look at it... we'd best warn the others and stay on guard. I do not think we are quite in the clear yet."
"Oh!" Branch scrambles out of the woods with a start, waiting for Bramble to get out of there to make sure nothing attacks in the meantime. Once he is, she turns to the group, "I, uh we, think something is still out there, might be after us. Though could just be a bunny." she turns to Bramble and winks at him. She couldn't help herself.
The Half-orcs eyes narrow to a suspicious gaze as Aluve mentions another transport, but if he suspects the true nature of their background he doesn't speak it yet. It would seem that in part, this is because Branch crashes out of the woodline where she'd gone in, speaking her words of ill-fate. Still holding his wound, he swings the axe forward, using it as a cane to approach the ship. "What manner of damage need you repair?" The man asks. "The ship's carpenter probably had some supplies in his workshop. You'll have to climb up to the second level. Or..." The man grimaces at the thought, "as much as it pains me, she'll never sail again, you might be able to salvage whatever you need if you can find it on her."
"I am sorry for the loss of your crew, maybe we can help you get back to your people though. Give me a moment, I will have a quick discussion with the other and fill them in."
Aluve turns to Archibald, Chatcho and Han. "Alright if we are all agree maybe we should grab the supplies we need to repair the ship. Our friend here is ok with us salvaging what we need to get back up and running. Just be careful f what you say to him.....there is a chance he was part of the crew hunting us....."
Aluve calls out to Branch and Bramble who he notices have just come back out of the forest. "Hey you two! Come on over here and give us a hand!" Aluve starts collecting supplies from the ship, setting them down close by in a pile.
Bramble joins the others, only somewhat amused by Branch's joke. "As Branch here said, I believe there is something in the woods watching us. I... did not get a good look at it, but... I doubt it is a bunny. Though I, uh, cannot say for sure,"the ranger says, shrugging.
Heaving himself up onto the ruined planks of the second level, Aluve is the first within the ship. A latern lights the hall at the extreme end, but its yellow glare is only barely enough to outline the walls and floor of the ruin. Wandering in deeper, he finds coils of rope and some spare wood planking. As he tosses it to the ground below and his waiting companions, a sound echoes from behind him. A clatter that reverberates through the planks below his feet, originating from behind a door he'd yet to explore.
Chatcho catches what Aluve has thrown down and mentally reaches out to Archibald.
Archibald, as a prospective g'tokmma'ak/clutchmate, I need to know why the Axe-Kak/Warrior causes you such distress. Two ships have suffered an equally improbable fate and logic would dictate Axe-Warrior's ship was the one originally in pursuit. Is he your Axe-Tik/Hunter?
"Leave it. " Aluve thought to himself. He turned to face the door. The ship was haunting, and eerie feeling came across Aluve. It was subtle, like a gentle wave, but defiantly strange. His curiosity got the better of him, he approached the door ever so quietly. Each step was silent, all he could hear was the muffled voices of his party outside and odd clatter that was coming from behind that door.
Aluve slowly wraps his hand around the latch and attempts to open it.
As Aluve boards the ship to help harvest materials from it, and the others gather on the ground to assist, Branch decides to climb aboard as well and see what she can do to help. As she lowers herself in, she sees Aluve, empty handed reaching for a door and he seems a bit in a trance. She approaches behind him, not sure what to expect, but there to assist as needed.
Chatcho catches what Aluve has thrown down and mentally reaches out to Archibald.
Archibald, as a prospective g'tokmma'ak/clutchmate, I need to know why the Axe-Kak/Warrior causes you such distress. Two ships have suffered an equally improbable fate and logic would dictate Axe-Warrior's ship was the one originally in pursuit. Is he your Axe-Tik/Hunter?
"Chatcho... I have to tell you something you must keep secret from others. I trust you with this secret as you have earned trust fighting along side me, a brother. Or perhaps uncle, it's hard to tell how old you are. Anyway, this man is a soldier for a noble house, one to which I belong. It's possible he was searching for me on the lake. To bring me back and prevent me from finding true love with the beautiful Rosalita across the lake."
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The latch scrapes against the wooden frame with a quiet shiik as the door comes free, swinging inward to reveal a unkempt, dirt-covered man stooped over a crate that had fallen from its perch. A crossbow lays at his side, his hand groping for it as he stares at Aluve with unbridled horror, not recognizing the man as a living being, but as one of the walking dead that had assailed the ship's crew but moments earlier. "S-Stay away from me, you foul thing!" He cries, leveling the weapon and letting loose a bolt. It sails wild, above Aluve and Branch's heads, impacting the wall behind them with a dull thud.
"Whoa!!" Branch exclaims and lifts her hands in the air, "we're the good guys, I think we took out all of the uh, foul things, at least that we found anyways. You ok?"
Aluve approaches carefully. "Its ok". Slowly lowering himself to the level of the man, trying not to frighten him further. "They're gone...the foul creatures have gone. My name is Aluve, and these are my friends. Branch and Bramble." The man looked utterly terrified, his eyes were darting around the room, his body was shaking. Aluve got the impression the poor soul didn't know what was real or not.
Aluve gestured with a slight nod towards the crossbow the man was holding. "You wont need that anymore". Aluve gave a kind smile, hoping to help make the man feel more comfortable.
"Great lords..."The man utters, slowly taking control of himself again. He's young, human, and slumped half-under a workbench in his mad scramble to get away from them moments earlier. He extricates himself from the position slowly, still gripping his weapon with white knuckles, discharged as it may be. "I-I'm greatly sorry, fellows, I had thought for sure that you must be!.." He trails off, still coming to grips with reality. The room is dark but lit by its own lantern, illuminating planks of wood, saws, and several large staves with which one might repair mastwork. "I didn't think we were going to win the battle, so I locked myself in here. When I heard you out there, well, I didn't know what to do with myself... Oh, what will I do with myself?"He laments, remembering his position. "The ship is a ruin, and who knows where we are? We're doomed, aren't we?" In his misery, he doesn't seem to notice that the newcomers are unfamiliar to him, and not part of the ship's crew.
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Bramble purses his lips. "I think... we are being stalked by something. I could not, ah, get a good look at it... we'd best warn the others and stay on guard. I do not think we are quite in the clear yet."
"Oh!" Branch scrambles out of the woods with a start, waiting for Bramble to get out of there to make sure nothing attacks in the meantime. Once he is, she turns to the group, "I, uh we, think something is still out there, might be after us. Though could just be a bunny." she turns to Bramble and winks at him. She couldn't help herself.
The Half-orcs eyes narrow to a suspicious gaze as Aluve mentions another transport, but if he suspects the true nature of their background he doesn't speak it yet. It would seem that in part, this is because Branch crashes out of the woodline where she'd gone in, speaking her words of ill-fate. Still holding his wound, he swings the axe forward, using it as a cane to approach the ship. "What manner of damage need you repair?" The man asks. "The ship's carpenter probably had some supplies in his workshop. You'll have to climb up to the second level. Or..." The man grimaces at the thought, "as much as it pains me, she'll never sail again, you might be able to salvage whatever you need if you can find it on her."
"I am sorry for the loss of your crew, maybe we can help you get back to your people though. Give me a moment, I will have a quick discussion with the other and fill them in."
Aluve turns to Archibald, Chatcho and Han. "Alright if we are all agree maybe we should grab the supplies we need to repair the ship. Our friend here is ok with us salvaging what we need to get back up and running. Just be careful f what you say to him.....there is a chance he was part of the crew hunting us....."
Aluve calls out to Branch and Bramble who he notices have just come back out of the forest. "Hey you two! Come on over here and give us a hand!" Aluve starts collecting supplies from the ship, setting them down close by in a pile.
Archibald attempts to find something useful -and large enough to hide his face- to carry back to their own boat
Paladin - warforged - orange
Han nods in agreement with Aluve picking up as much supplies as he can carry to make it back to the ship.
Bramble joins the others, only somewhat amused by Branch's joke. "As Branch here said, I believe there is something in the woods watching us. I... did not get a good look at it, but... I doubt it is a bunny. Though I, uh, cannot say for sure," the ranger says, shrugging.
Heaving himself up onto the ruined planks of the second level, Aluve is the first within the ship. A latern lights the hall at the extreme end, but its yellow glare is only barely enough to outline the walls and floor of the ruin. Wandering in deeper, he finds coils of rope and some spare wood planking. As he tosses it to the ground below and his waiting companions, a sound echoes from behind him. A clatter that reverberates through the planks below his feet, originating from behind a door he'd yet to explore.
Chatcho catches what Aluve has thrown down and mentally reaches out to Archibald.
Archibald, as a prospective g'tokmma'ak/clutchmate, I need to know why the Axe-Kak/Warrior causes you such distress. Two ships have suffered an equally improbable fate and logic would dictate Axe-Warrior's ship was the one originally in pursuit. Is he your Axe-Tik/Hunter?
"Leave it. " Aluve thought to himself. He turned to face the door. The ship was haunting, and eerie feeling came across Aluve. It was subtle, like a gentle wave, but defiantly strange. His curiosity got the better of him, he approached the door ever so quietly. Each step was silent, all he could hear was the muffled voices of his party outside and odd clatter that was coming from behind that door.
Aluve slowly wraps his hand around the latch and attempts to open it.
As Aluve boards the ship to help harvest materials from it, and the others gather on the ground to assist, Branch decides to climb aboard as well and see what she can do to help. As she lowers herself in, she sees Aluve, empty handed reaching for a door and he seems a bit in a trance. She approaches behind him, not sure what to expect, but there to assist as needed.
"Chatcho... I have to tell you something you must keep secret from others. I trust you with this secret as you have earned trust fighting along side me, a brother. Or perhaps uncle, it's hard to tell how old you are. Anyway, this man is a soldier for a noble house, one to which I belong. It's possible he was searching for me on the lake. To bring me back and prevent me from finding true love with the beautiful Rosalita across the lake."
Paladin - warforged - orange
The latch scrapes against the wooden frame with a quiet shiik as the door comes free, swinging inward to reveal a unkempt, dirt-covered man stooped over a crate that had fallen from its perch. A crossbow lays at his side, his hand groping for it as he stares at Aluve with unbridled horror, not recognizing the man as a living being, but as one of the walking dead that had assailed the ship's crew but moments earlier. "S-Stay away from me, you foul thing!" He cries, leveling the weapon and letting loose a bolt. It sails wild, above Aluve and Branch's heads, impacting the wall behind them with a dull thud.
Attack: 21 Damage: 7
"Whoa!!" Branch exclaims and lifts her hands in the air, "we're the good guys, I think we took out all of the uh, foul things, at least that we found anyways. You ok?"
Bramble hears Branch shout and rushes to where she and Aluve are. "What's going on?! Are you two alright?!"
Aluve approaches carefully. "Its ok". Slowly lowering himself to the level of the man, trying not to frighten him further. "They're gone...the foul creatures have gone. My name is Aluve, and these are my friends. Branch and Bramble." The man looked utterly terrified, his eyes were darting around the room, his body was shaking. Aluve got the impression the poor soul didn't know what was real or not.
Aluve gestured with a slight nod towards the crossbow the man was holding. "You wont need that anymore". Aluve gave a kind smile, hoping to help make the man feel more comfortable.
Roll persuasion: 17 +1 = 18
Han jumps up and runs back to the ship checking on the commotion but everything seemed to be under control.
Chatcho crosses both pair of arms.
Flattering, but at 23 summers I’m old enough to be your grandfather!
Chatcho looks over his shoulder at Bramble running towards the source of the screaming.
Perhaps we should follow the Earth Priest.
Archibald looks quizzically at Chatcho.
"But... I'm 17..." it takes him a moment to get past that before running towards 'the earth priest's to see what's happening
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Great lords..." The man utters, slowly taking control of himself again. He's young, human, and slumped half-under a workbench in his mad scramble to get away from them moments earlier. He extricates himself from the position slowly, still gripping his weapon with white knuckles, discharged as it may be. "I-I'm greatly sorry, fellows, I had thought for sure that you must be!.." He trails off, still coming to grips with reality. The room is dark but lit by its own lantern, illuminating planks of wood, saws, and several large staves with which one might repair mastwork. "I didn't think we were going to win the battle, so I locked myself in here. When I heard you out there, well, I didn't know what to do with myself... Oh, what will I do with myself?" He laments, remembering his position. "The ship is a ruin, and who knows where we are? We're doomed, aren't we?" In his misery, he doesn't seem to notice that the newcomers are unfamiliar to him, and not part of the ship's crew.