Aluve adjusts his quiver and walks over to Archibald. "Be careful and look after each other"
He turns and joins the part heading into the forest. He wasn't too keen in the Neveal brothers joining them but in this situation they needed bodies to help transport any game they may find.
The sound of Jack barking orders stirs Chatcho from his meditation.
Portent Rolls: 23
Interesting.
Chatcho wanders off to Alfried, pointing at several items in his inventory. Herbs, charcoal, incense, and a brass brazier. Alfried asks for 10 gp and Chatcho spills the coins at his feet. Disembarking, the Thri-Kreen sides with the hunters.
Branch looks gratefully at Archibald, "This'll be fun, come on!"and she runs towards the water near the docked ship. Without waiting for another word, she dives in and swims out about 15 feet.. sticking close to the surface. Archibald should still be able to see her. Looking into the depths of the water, she searches for anything worth eating and keeps her eyes open for anything threatening as well.
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The comforting weight of water rushes up to meet Branch as she dives in. No less at home here than on the surface, she moves through the liquid with the same ease as she would walk the ship's deck. As much as it feels like home in the water, it is, however, a home of constant vigilance. There are no bushes, no trees, and an attack could come from above or below as easily as either side. As it was in the forest, the depths of the river grant no reprieve from the oppressive feeling that something lurks just beyond her gaze. She strains to peer through the muck that the river's current ever-churns, growing ever more desperate to catch a glimpse of what could just as quickly be prey, or predator. Even the species of the animal means less in the water than its size does.
She stays near the surface of the water, and between the ship's bulk and the shoreline. If she should need for assistance it won't be far away, if she can manage to alert them from beneath the water's edge. And as time goes on, these thoughts echo in her head as they've only rarely done before. They weigh on her like a stone in her gut, until she is certain beyond doubt that every hint of movement real or imagined is the quiet precursor to her doom, and no one else would be the wiser. The sudden feeling to flee rings out in her head, Run away! It cries, Get out of the water, rid yourself of this murky depth! But the feeling fades, as she concentrates and focuses on her rational mind. Though the feeling that some evil watches her every movement does not abate, she does not let her mind waver and fall to it's control.
Wis Save:13
For his part, Archibald sees nothing of Branch's near-break in concentration, the surface of the river as calm as ever. For as frightful as the forest can be, it is quite pleasant on this small sandy beach, the ship and his other companions near enough to make him feel safe from any true harm.
The Forest, as before, is dark and foreboding. However, with the numbers they have and the less claustrophobic nature of this particular section, the group of them manage the hike that takes them slowly up the mountain with relative ease, aside for the physical exertion. They continue the hike, slowly, and quietly, each of them in turn watching their own foot falls as readily as they watch the other's, ensuring that no one should step errantly and give their position away.
Their vigilance is soon rewarded, as the path they follow leads them to a slope overlooking a small sunny clearing, only two dozen or so feet wide at any point. And in it, the soft furry bodies of a herd of deer. Five of them mill about on the slope, some rest and soak in the late-morning sun, other graze on the grasses or underbrush. As the rest of the hunting party spot their prey, Bramble spots something else. Further up the path there is a break in the bushy undergrowth between two trees, a key-hole that exposes something stark-white as only appears rarely in nature. Whatever it is, it will require more investigation.
Aluve climbs a tree on the edge of the clearing. One of the deer made its way closer, grazing on the thick grass. Slowly and quietly the ranger prepares his bow. He pulls an arrow from his quiver, controlling the rhythm of his breath . Aluve pulls back on the bowstring and releases his shot which hits its target with pinpoint accuracy. The deer falls to the ground motionless, it was a clean quick kill.
Aluve climbs down from the tree but still waits on the edge of the clearing as to not spook the other deer that his party may be hunting.
Branch relishes the feel of the water as she dives in, breathing in the familiar scent of water, though this was definitely not like at home. She gets her bearings with the shore and the ship, but something doesn't feel right, something is calling to her, trying to what? she isn't sure. She knows she won some sort of battle with whatever was down there, but after what happened with the thick goo joining together deceased soldiers.. nope. she was done.
She spun around and darted out of the water. Climbing out onto shore, she sighs deep, part because she was safe on shore and part because she was sad to leave the water. Seeing Archibald on the shore, "Hey there, I didn't see any fish in the vicinity and I don't recommend heading any further. Shall we go join the hunting party?"she doesn't wait for an answer and starts bounding towards where she saw the other group enter the forest.
"You see that there?" Bramble asks his companions, looking to them for further direction."There's something... white over there. Just stark white. Not often you find something like that in... in nature. Keep your wits about yourselves. This may require further investigation... or perhaps we should just catch ourselves some deer and head back. Hopefully they are not cursed as well as those soldiers we fought."
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Archibald sees he's left alone at the beach and attempts to discover if he can spear fish on his own, having no idea how to do so and a few misguided ideas
Han tailing along in back of the hunting party tries his best to keep quite and not disturb the deer or hunters since range weapons aren’t really his area of expertise.
Chatcho changes the color and texture of his carapace, trying his best to blend in with the glade and close in on the deer should they attempt to flee. He clutches his dagger and steadies his breath in anticipation.
The white spot of colour is there for but a moment, before Bramble turns to confer with his companions. Returning his gaze to the keyhole through which he'd spied the colour he finds it gone, replaced by what he knows must be the river below, the sun sparkling off it surface. Before he can say anything else, the twanging of a bowstring rings out, followed shortly by the impact of an arrow against flesh. The deer jump into motion, scattering under the sudden attack. Slower than the others, one struggles to stand from where it'd been soaking the sun, granting the Nevael brother just enough time to loose his own arrow. It is a poorly executed blow, but brings the second deer down after a moment as well. In their panic, one of the remaining deer does not notice the camouflaged thri-kreen, barreling through within feet of him.
Once the thri-kreen has killed his quarry, or allowed it to escape, the Nevael brother moves into the clearing to retrieve his kill. He calls back to Bramble as he does so. "What was that you were going on about before the attack? You saw something?"
Alone on the shore, Archibald wades as far into the water as he dare, and then does his best to embody a stone. A test of patience, he does all that he can to remain perfectly motionless and wait for food to come to him. However, no matter how many minutes pass, or patience he shows, naught but minnows grace his presence. Eventually, the water's chill slowly seeping into his bones gets to him, and he returns to the shore to warm himself again.
Branch, having thought she'd found the hunting party's trail, finds herself with the sudden realization that if she indeed ever did find it, she'd certainly lost it by now. Alone in the forest undergrowth, she turns and turns, unsure of what direction to head next. Thankfully, the lay of the land means that she can't get so lost as not to find the shoreline again. As she begins to consider this possibility, a muffled sound reaches her ear. Was that a bow? Or could that be her imagination again?
And then another sound dashes her doubts, the sound of something crashing through the woods. Then, she sees it, a young buck. It pauses in its flight, glancing back the direction it had come to see if it was being followed. It heaves its breaths after the sudden burst of exertion. Looking the wrong direction, it doesn't seem to notice her, but it will not tally here for long.
Branch catches her breath, she can't believe her luck...well, I guess it was about time? she thinks to herself. She silently pulls her shortbow out and draws back an arrow. Loosing it towards the young buck, hoping she can pull her weight with this crew.
Bramble curses under his breath in the giant tongue at finding the mysterious white spot gone. "Ah... it seems to have vanished. Never mind me. I should focus on getting us some food..."
After noticing other members of the party had made some kills, Aluve heads over to inspect his. The deer wasnt huge, probably a doe. Carrying back to the ship would be hard but worth an attempt. He bound the legs with some rope and used all his strength to position it on his shoulders. He was steady for the moment and began walking back towards the others, secretly hoping someone would help him. He refrained from calling for assistance just yet in case anyone else was working on a kill.
From his position, Archibald notices a commotion on deck. The low tones of voices carry over the water, and they all seem to be looking further upstream. Following their gaze, he sees it. A stark-white spot of colour rounds the bend of the narrow lake, breaking free of the treeline and exposing itself to him. For what great or little amount of experience he has in the design of ships, none of those he can recall looked such as this. Instead of a multitude of four-sided sails, this ship carries but a single, massive triangular sail on a stout mast, held wide by a strong spar that extends to either side at an oblique angle. By his reckoning, and the progress they've made since he spotted them, it won't take but a few minutes more before they draw abreast of The Berronar.
The bowstring shoots forward with a twang. Reminiscent of the sound that had spooked him early, the young buck bolts out of pure instinct. The arrow flying harmlessly into the brush beyond where he'd been but moments before. It would seem Branch's luck with both fishing and hunting had given out this day. She would have to return empty-handed, lest she risk traipsing off further into the forest, and getting well and truly lost. It is lucky, then, that the hunting party met with good success. With a couple kills to their name, they have secured enough food for the day, and more. Especially as those that aren't burdened by one of the carcasses pick berries and herbs that they recognize to be edible, on the way back.
Archibald begins calling into the woods for everyone to return, and gets back on the boat. He'll try to avoid the officers on the ship, but still find a good place to watch from.
Aluve drops the deer on the deck. Beads of sweat run down his face. He waves over some of the sailors to come over. "Alright......" He tries to catch his breath. "Alright come and get this, get it sorted. I am wrecked"
Aluve sits himself down and leans against some barrels, exhausted from carrying the deer all the way back to the ship. He doesn't notice the other ship that had began its approach, but thought something must be up, as there were men pointing out into the water as if something had caught their attention.
Chatcho drags the doe back to the ship, his chitin having mostly returned to its sandy yellow color. The Thri-Kreen crosses both pair of arms, anticipating some amount of trouble with this new ship.
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Aluve adjusts his quiver and walks over to Archibald. "Be careful and look after each other"
He turns and joins the part heading into the forest. He wasn't too keen in the Neveal brothers joining them but in this situation they needed bodies to help transport any game they may find.
Perception 16+4 = 20
Stealth 15+1= 16
The sound of Jack barking orders stirs Chatcho from his meditation.
Portent Rolls: 23
Interesting.
Chatcho wanders off to Alfried, pointing at several items in his inventory. Herbs, charcoal, incense, and a brass brazier. Alfried asks for 10 gp and Chatcho spills the coins at his feet. Disembarking, the Thri-Kreen sides with the hunters.
Branch looks gratefully at Archibald, "This'll be fun, come on!" and she runs towards the water near the docked ship. Without waiting for another word, she dives in and swims out about 15 feet.. sticking close to the surface. Archibald should still be able to see her. Looking into the depths of the water, she searches for anything worth eating and keeps her eyes open for anything threatening as well.
Investigation 9
The comforting weight of water rushes up to meet Branch as she dives in. No less at home here than on the surface, she moves through the liquid with the same ease as she would walk the ship's deck. As much as it feels like home in the water, it is, however, a home of constant vigilance. There are no bushes, no trees, and an attack could come from above or below as easily as either side. As it was in the forest, the depths of the river grant no reprieve from the oppressive feeling that something lurks just beyond her gaze. She strains to peer through the muck that the river's current ever-churns, growing ever more desperate to catch a glimpse of what could just as quickly be prey, or predator. Even the species of the animal means less in the water than its size does.
She stays near the surface of the water, and between the ship's bulk and the shoreline. If she should need for assistance it won't be far away, if she can manage to alert them from beneath the water's edge. And as time goes on, these thoughts echo in her head as they've only rarely done before. They weigh on her like a stone in her gut, until she is certain beyond doubt that every hint of movement real or imagined is the quiet precursor to her doom, and no one else would be the wiser. The sudden feeling to flee rings out in her head, Run away! It cries, Get out of the water, rid yourself of this murky depth! But the feeling fades, as she concentrates and focuses on her rational mind. Though the feeling that some evil watches her every movement does not abate, she does not let her mind waver and fall to it's control.
Wis Save:13
For his part, Archibald sees nothing of Branch's near-break in concentration, the surface of the river as calm as ever. For as frightful as the forest can be, it is quite pleasant on this small sandy beach, the ship and his other companions near enough to make him feel safe from any true harm.
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The Forest, as before, is dark and foreboding. However, with the numbers they have and the less claustrophobic nature of this particular section, the group of them manage the hike that takes them slowly up the mountain with relative ease, aside for the physical exertion. They continue the hike, slowly, and quietly, each of them in turn watching their own foot falls as readily as they watch the other's, ensuring that no one should step errantly and give their position away.
Their vigilance is soon rewarded, as the path they follow leads them to a slope overlooking a small sunny clearing, only two dozen or so feet wide at any point. And in it, the soft furry bodies of a herd of deer. Five of them mill about on the slope, some rest and soak in the late-morning sun, other graze on the grasses or underbrush. As the rest of the hunting party spot their prey, Bramble spots something else. Further up the path there is a break in the bushy undergrowth between two trees, a key-hole that exposes something stark-white as only appears rarely in nature. Whatever it is, it will require more investigation.
Chatcho Stealth:3 Perception:18
Bramble Stealth:22 Perception:12
Nevael Stealth:21 Perception:8
Aluve climbs a tree on the edge of the clearing. One of the deer made its way closer, grazing on the thick grass. Slowly and quietly the ranger prepares his bow. He pulls an arrow from his quiver, controlling the rhythm of his breath . Aluve pulls back on the bowstring and releases his shot which hits its target with pinpoint accuracy. The deer falls to the ground motionless, it was a clean quick kill.
Aluve climbs down from the tree but still waits on the edge of the clearing as to not spook the other deer that his party may be hunting.
Branch relishes the feel of the water as she dives in, breathing in the familiar scent of water, though this was definitely not like at home. She gets her bearings with the shore and the ship, but something doesn't feel right, something is calling to her, trying to what? she isn't sure. She knows she won some sort of battle with whatever was down there, but after what happened with the thick goo joining together deceased soldiers.. nope. she was done.
She spun around and darted out of the water. Climbing out onto shore, she sighs deep, part because she was safe on shore and part because she was sad to leave the water. Seeing Archibald on the shore, "Hey there, I didn't see any fish in the vicinity and I don't recommend heading any further. Shall we go join the hunting party?" she doesn't wait for an answer and starts bounding towards where she saw the other group enter the forest.
Survival 3
Stealth 16
Perception 15
"You see that there?" Bramble asks his companions, looking to them for further direction. "There's something... white over there. Just stark white. Not often you find something like that in... in nature. Keep your wits about yourselves. This may require further investigation... or perhaps we should just catch ourselves some deer and head back. Hopefully they are not cursed as well as those soldiers we fought."
Archibald sees he's left alone at the beach and attempts to discover if he can spear fish on his own, having no idea how to do so and a few misguided ideas
Survival 5
Paladin - warforged - orange
Han tailing along in back of the hunting party tries his best to keep quite and not disturb the deer or hunters since range weapons aren’t really his area of expertise.
Stealth: 24
Perception: 8
Chatcho changes the color and texture of his carapace, trying his best to blend in with the glade and close in on the deer should they attempt to flee. He clutches his dagger and steadies his breath in anticipation.
Stealth w/ Chameleon Carapace: 12
The white spot of colour is there for but a moment, before Bramble turns to confer with his companions. Returning his gaze to the keyhole through which he'd spied the colour he finds it gone, replaced by what he knows must be the river below, the sun sparkling off it surface. Before he can say anything else, the twanging of a bowstring rings out, followed shortly by the impact of an arrow against flesh. The deer jump into motion, scattering under the sudden attack. Slower than the others, one struggles to stand from where it'd been soaking the sun, granting the Nevael brother just enough time to loose his own arrow. It is a poorly executed blow, but brings the second deer down after a moment as well. In their panic, one of the remaining deer does not notice the camouflaged thri-kreen, barreling through within feet of him.
Once the thri-kreen has killed his quarry, or allowed it to escape, the Nevael brother moves into the clearing to retrieve his kill. He calls back to Bramble as he does so. "What was that you were going on about before the attack? You saw something?"
Attack: 13 Damage: 2
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Alone on the shore, Archibald wades as far into the water as he dare, and then does his best to embody a stone. A test of patience, he does all that he can to remain perfectly motionless and wait for food to come to him. However, no matter how many minutes pass, or patience he shows, naught but minnows grace his presence. Eventually, the water's chill slowly seeping into his bones gets to him, and he returns to the shore to warm himself again.
===================================================================================================================
Branch, having thought she'd found the hunting party's trail, finds herself with the sudden realization that if she indeed ever did find it, she'd certainly lost it by now. Alone in the forest undergrowth, she turns and turns, unsure of what direction to head next. Thankfully, the lay of the land means that she can't get so lost as not to find the shoreline again. As she begins to consider this possibility, a muffled sound reaches her ear. Was that a bow? Or could that be her imagination again?
And then another sound dashes her doubts, the sound of something crashing through the woods. Then, she sees it, a young buck. It pauses in its flight, glancing back the direction it had come to see if it was being followed. It heaves its breaths after the sudden burst of exertion. Looking the wrong direction, it doesn't seem to notice her, but it will not tally here for long.
Branch catches her breath, she can't believe her luck...well, I guess it was about time? she thinks to herself. She silently pulls her shortbow out and draws back an arrow. Loosing it towards the young buck, hoping she can pull her weight with this crew.
Attack: 10 Damage: 6
Bramble curses under his breath in the giant tongue at finding the mysterious white spot gone. "Ah... it seems to have vanished. Never mind me. I should focus on getting us some food..."
Han nods at the brothers “Nice shot gentlemen. Im crap with a bow I guess I’ll forage around here see if I can find some berries”
Survival: 19
After noticing other members of the party had made some kills, Aluve heads over to inspect his. The deer wasnt huge, probably a doe. Carrying back to the ship would be hard but worth an attempt. He bound the legs with some rope and used all his strength to position it on his shoulders. He was steady for the moment and began walking back towards the others, secretly hoping someone would help him. He refrained from calling for assistance just yet in case anyone else was working on a kill.
From his position, Archibald notices a commotion on deck. The low tones of voices carry over the water, and they all seem to be looking further upstream. Following their gaze, he sees it. A stark-white spot of colour rounds the bend of the narrow lake, breaking free of the treeline and exposing itself to him. For what great or little amount of experience he has in the design of ships, none of those he can recall looked such as this. Instead of a multitude of four-sided sails, this ship carries but a single, massive triangular sail on a stout mast, held wide by a strong spar that extends to either side at an oblique angle. By his reckoning, and the progress they've made since he spotted them, it won't take but a few minutes more before they draw abreast of The Berronar.
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The bowstring shoots forward with a twang. Reminiscent of the sound that had spooked him early, the young buck bolts out of pure instinct. The arrow flying harmlessly into the brush beyond where he'd been but moments before. It would seem Branch's luck with both fishing and hunting had given out this day. She would have to return empty-handed, lest she risk traipsing off further into the forest, and getting well and truly lost. It is lucky, then, that the hunting party met with good success. With a couple kills to their name, they have secured enough food for the day, and more. Especially as those that aren't burdened by one of the carcasses pick berries and herbs that they recognize to be edible, on the way back.
Bramble lets out a sigh of relief. "It's good we managed to gather enough food. Good work, ah, everyone..."
Archibald begins calling into the woods for everyone to return, and gets back on the boat. He'll try to avoid the officers on the ship, but still find a good place to watch from.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Aluve drops the deer on the deck. Beads of sweat run down his face. He waves over some of the sailors to come over. "Alright......" He tries to catch his breath. "Alright come and get this, get it sorted. I am wrecked"
Aluve sits himself down and leans against some barrels, exhausted from carrying the deer all the way back to the ship. He doesn't notice the other ship that had began its approach, but thought something must be up, as there were men pointing out into the water as if something had caught their attention.
Chatcho drags the doe back to the ship, his chitin having mostly returned to its sandy yellow color. The Thri-Kreen crosses both pair of arms, anticipating some amount of trouble with this new ship.