Shin looks up from where he has been 'unloading' supplies from his Tenser's Floating Disk.  If slowly removing items one by one using his Mage Hand while the goblin looks around curiously along with his owl can be called unloading.

"The incontrovertible empirical evidence of your week-long survival in this inimical land, Keras, supersedes any need for humility regarding the craftsmanship of your domicile.  In truth, I find it quite charming and certainly lack the expertise or experience to have done any better myself.  Yet I am sanguine that others here, Taiga and Korinth for starters, possess expertise they can bring to bear with salutary effect."

Maybe they can devise a muzzle to shut you up, drawls NettlePinky-toe telepathically within Shin's mind.  The goblin grimaces.

As the eye and its phenomena start up once more, Shin takes further notes, though not quite as furiously this time, having experienced it before and having less to record.  He mumbles to himself about the potential utility of a ritual spell to comprehend languages - sadly a ritual he does not have.

"I'd be happy to accompany you and Nanra during your hunt tomorrow, Euphemia, if you are amenable."

Taiga slumped onto the raft, her muscles aching from the two days of hard work that really felt more like an entire week. She prayed that her efforts would pay off; this raft had to hold together. After glimpsing the colossal dinosaur, doubts gnawed at her mind. Would the island truly be safe? Maybe a bit safer, she hoped. Despite her worries she dozed of instantaneously when they started the crossing. Startled awake as they reached the island, Taiga glanced around nervously, hoping her companions hadn't noticed her brief nap. Quickly, she joined in securing the raft, then followed Keras to their new campsite. Despite the makeshift shelter's flaws, Taiga admired Keras's resourcefulness.

"I'd prefer a later guard shift," she admitted wearily, hoping to catch a bit of rest. Feeling guilty for her exhaustion, she proposed digging a protective trench in a 40ft radius around the camp and adding a latrine some 20ft further away as Korinth had suggested the day before. Agreeing with Euphemia about hunting, Taiga insisted they stick together. "If danger strikes," she reasoned, "we stand a better chance united."

ALL

Now safely (or as safely one could be) on the small isle in the midst of a lake filled with all sorts of carnivorous fish whom would love nothing more than to nibble and consume anyone who decides to take a quick swim, you finally have the opportunity to rest without fear of some sort of gigantic reptile consuming you (if you're not counting the giant snakes of course). The group takes turns keeping watch during the night, and thankfully, nothing eventful happens during the night. The murky waters of the lake lap gently against the rock-strewn sandy beaches as various nocturnal birds and other nighttime creatures call to one another in the distant jungle. It's quite quiet on the small island you now reside. Only the sound of the lake, Nanra's breathing, and an occasional splash catch your attention. On her shift, Taiga spots some sort of large creature gliding over the jungle far in the distance, its winged from blotting out a portion of the pale, half-crescent moon that hangs heavy in the blackened sky.

Day 3

Morning comes around, and with it, your stomachs rumble hungrily as you begin to wake. The jungle wakes with you, the sounds of insects flitting around already filling the air. Even though the sun was just barely peaking over the horizon, it was already oppressively muggy. It was going to be a hot day.

Korinth's eyes open to Keaid asleep on his chest. He doesn't move, instead lost in his thoughts. He didn't dream. Nothing. Keaid kicks and twitches when he slumbers, but the ranger? No. Few people remember dreams, at least fully. He wonders if perhaps it's his amnesia. But something in the back of his mind says it isn't. He chooses to ignore that for the time being. The tiny drake at last stretches and rises, cold, acidic blue eyes opening and meeting his own. He nods to his shoulder and begins to rise, the creature scrambling in that direction as he stands straight. 

'Mosquitoes are out in force. Keaid enjoys a breakfast of them as they swarm Korinth's head. The ranger tries to catch a larger darner or two flitting by, but finds no luck. He considers fishing, but the snakes from the day before leave him hesitant. The drake on his shoulder makes a suggestion, one he's not exactly averse to. He begins by scrounging for reeds while the others go about rousing themselves, but perhaps it's his hunger that sabotages his efforts, as he only manages to find a few scant stalks. A net would take a while. 

Taiga wakes up to the sound of small insects buzzing all around her, and gets up shaking herself and batting the flies away. She complaints to anyone that might be listening, "If the dinosaurs don't get us, these buggers surely will. Could we not be stranded in some nice and cold place?" Even after she fended off most of the insects, she still feels all her body itching, and she hazards a glance towards the lake, "You think these fish get close to beach?" She asks no one in particular, but shakes her head almost immediately in response to her question and banishes the idea of risking a bath. But then, she has a thought and approaches Korinth, who she thinks has most experience in matters of surviving the wild. "Do you think, we could make a pool somewhere close to the lake and the water would filter in through the soil? There we should be able to clean ourselves without being exposed to the sharp-teethed fish. I'm fairly certain that I can dig a hole that is deep enough in this soft soil." (using Mold Earth, could that be used to dig a well, too?)

Shortly after, her belly rumbles and reminds her that they've run out of spider meat. Desperately, she looks for a long, thin piece of wood and whittles one end into a sharp point. Equipped with her makeshift spear, she sits on a mangrove root and tries to spear a fish, or several, if good luck wills it. (Survival: 13)

TAIGA

While the others roused themselves from their slumber, Taiga fashions a makeshift spear from a decent shaft of wood she found. After she finishes whittling it, she finds a perch within one of the nearby mangroves, though luck didn't seem to be with her. She spots a few small fish barely as long as her finger darting around nervously under the early morning shade of the mangroves. About half an hour in, she manages to pierce a small fish with golden scales and overly large fins. It struggles futilely on the end of Taiga's spear, and she thinks it might be enough for a meager breakfast. When she reaches for it, the fish spasms wildly, and one of its jagged fins cuts into her flesh, drawing a welter of blood. ((Taiga takes 1 slashing damage))

Taiga returns to the campsite with one hand bleeding and the other holding her spear with the skewered fish. “I don’t think we can try to catch them with a net, Korinth, they are like swimming daggers,” she says and presents the catch of the day. “We might be able to fashion their fins into arrow heads, though,” She adds trying to find something positive.

Euphemia wakes with the sunrise, and early again, she sits at the edge of the camp with her pipes, playing that same old tune to Nanra, the one that lights the spark of the Animal Friendship. Maybe one or two more days and I'll see what happens without the spell, she thinks, but right now, it's better, perhaps, to be safe. Once the spell takes hold, but whether or not it does, she gives Nanra a couple of the last pieces of spider meat, and then she starts her morning routine of her prayers, mumbling through the ones she remembers from daily repitition at the monastery, and that she had, she thinks, kept up during her travels after being... re-assigned. Early mornings, though, I remember, I'd be up before dawn to join Rannik for his prayers, getting called a codswallop if I slept in too late and complained that I'd missed 'em. So I tried not to. The Order of Righteous Indignation had slightly different prayers than her abbey had, but they were all servants of Hieroneous, drawn from the same tradition and recognizing the same hours, so it hadn't been a big adjustment. I'm probably jumbling the two up at this point, with how patchy my memory is, she thinks, ruefully, but I'm sure the Archpaladin understands my... um...  situation. O, Saint Rannik, if you can hear me there in the Fields, help us figure out this mystery, and survive another day!

Following her prayers, she goes to wash her face in the lake--though carefully, after all those tales of carnivorous fish. She's thoroughly glad that she did so when Taiga comes back with a hand bleeding from a razor-sharp finned fish she's caught. "Oi, nice work there, lass," she says, "let me bandage that up for you." If Shin doesn't stop her, she takes a small section of bandage from his big medical kit to wrap Taiga's hand. "Once we've got some good hide from some critter," she says, as she does so, "maybe we ought to try making ourselves some gloves. Seems things here are a sight more toothy and prickly than my old abbey garden."

Once she finishes taking care of Taiga's hand, she patters around to the whole group. "Hey now, who'd like to come with me and Nanra back out to shore on the raft and look for something a bit bigger to eat?"

Shin gladly proffers the Healer's Kit for use on Taiga's hand by Euphemia with a smile.

"If we accept as an axiom that our very survival may rest in the hands of our most skilled craftsperson... craftsgenasi(?), it would be perverse indeed of me to refuse, even had I not previously conveyed that the medical supplies were for all of us to take gainful shared advantage of."

At the time, Shin is practicing some odd-looking forms with Atax's raptor-claw dagger, ideally out of Nanra's line of sight so as not to needlessly remind the alpha from where the dagger had come.  He seems to be making some small adjustments to his footwork as Pinky-toe looks on sardonically.

"I find myself oddly eager to join the hunt this time," he finds himself saying, "though I cannot rightly say why I should savor the concept of such an inherently perilous endeavor.  Perhaps due to my evidently limited utility related to our other survival basics or improving our new domicile."

Just before the hunting party sets off, Shin ritually casts Tenser's Floating Disk once more and then Mage Armor on himself.  Pinky-toe wings off his shoulder for a tight circuit around the perimeter of the island before returning with a report of any new sights, sounds or threats.

Taiga thanks both Shin and Euphemia for taking care of her hand. “I would join the hunting party unless you want me to stay here and start with the cabin.” She looks humbled at her small fish, “I think, I’d quickly starve to death here if I were alone.” She looks towards the shoreline and remains pensive for a few seconds, then she adds, “Best we stay together and do everything together. That’s, at least, my opinion. If something goes wrong, at least we’re not alone.” 

Just before they leave the island, she follows Shin’s example and casts Mage Armor, and then she closes her eyes briefly in concentration to refill the expended magic from an inner wellspring of arcane energy (transforms sorcery points to a first level slot). Her runes, one on her forehead and one on her arm, begin to glow.

ALL

Deciding that going on hunt was a fine way to start off the day, the group all clammers onboard the raft you constructed the other day. With a push, the raft begins drifting to the shore, and more than a few curious fish drift up to the surface of the lake to check out the raft. Most of them are no longer than your arm, but you spot a few monstrously large fish easily 30 feet long. Thankfully, they don't do much to the raft besides nudge in hungrily 

Once you arrive on the shore, Nanra leaps off excitedly and begins scouting out the area with her nose to the ground like some sort of hunting dog. Now, the fun part begins: the hunt.

Please roll survival checks to notice tracks or potential prey. 

Anxious, but strongly motivated by her rumbling stomach, Taiga hopped off the raft and surveyed their surroundings. The dense foliage and unfamiliar terrain presented a daunting challenge, but hunger spurred her into action. She glanced at her companions, grabs her makeshift spear and then, with a keen eye, Taiga moved cautiously through the underbrush, looking for signs of small dinosaurs, spiders, or any other creatures they could hunt. The ground was damp from the recent thunderstorm, hopefully making it easier to spot footprints and disturbances in the vegetation. (Survival: 16) 

Keras disembarks the raft, then helps to drag it further onto the shore. He bares his blade, pulling it from the oilcloth, and balances it on his shoulder. "Less creatures come towards the lake than one would of thought, since it's such an easy source of water. I think that might have something to do with One-eye. He's unpredictable, and you wouldn't want to be caught out by him in the open"

He mostly follows the lead of the others when scouting for prey, making sure to keep an eye out for threats. It is easy for the hunter to become the hunted in this place. He thinks to himself. 

Oddly excited for the hunt, Euphemia scrambles off the raft and helps Keras pull it further up onto shore. "Can One-eye get to the island?" she asks, wondering nervously about the two that they left to watch the camp. Might be I'll have to befriend that one, too, at some point... but hopefully not today. Euphemia looks around, getting her bearings as she adjusts the bagpipes on her back. She gets caught up in watching Nanra sniffing around for a trail, and smiles. That one'll always be better than me at tracking.

Survival: 9

Shin too seems both apprehensive, yet excited about the upcoming hunt, uncharacteristically quiet as he experimentally grips and re-grips the raptor-claw dagger Atax had fashioned for him and mumbles to himself.  Pinky-toe preens herself, seemingly unconcerned, on his shoulder.

Shin's Survival:  12

He does pay rapt attention and makes some furious notes as he observes Taiga appearing to replenish her arcane magic from her own... will?  Life force?  Her runes?  The goblin makes a point to ask the equally diminutive earth genasi about it later.

Shin's Floating Disk trails along behind him above the water, holding the Healer's Kit and any other excess supplies.

Keras shrugs in response to Euphemia's question "I'm not sure. He hasn't tried to so far, so I assume not. In any case, we'd hear him if he tried to swim across, so we'd have time to react. No use in dwelling on hypotheticals." He looks at the trees around them "At some point we should consider transporting some more lumber to the island. We'll probably need more for building structures, and we don't want to cut down the trees already growing there, since they already provide some modicum of shelter from the elements."

Korinth is lost in thought on the way over, a thing not wholly uncommon for him now. Keaid largely keeps an eye on things while he drifts. When the impromptu hunting party finds itself on the opposite shore, it's ultimately dumb luck that guides the listless ranger in a favorable direction. 

It takes a while to sort out the smattering of different tracks from various animals around the lake’s edge, but you eventually settle on following a set that lead deeper into the jungle. As you follow the reptilian prints, the jungle seems to press in upon you, the muggy air thick in your throats and lungs. Bird calls and the hum of insects fill the air, and the canopies overhead seem rife with distant avians. 

After about half an hour of trekking through the jungle on a slight upward slope, you eventually come to a clearing. Looking around, it takes you a second to realize that this is no natural clearing; the field before you is littered with stumps of trees partially hidden within tall swathes of yellowed grass. About 200 feet ahead of you, you see a a wall comprised of massive wooden spikes jutting from the earth ringing what looks to be a desolate village of sorts. You can’t really make out details at this distance, but the small village looks utterly abandoned. Most of the buildings are coated in vines and have partially collapsed, and you see several holes in the spiked perimeter that have collapsed as well. The tracks you have been following wander towards the decrepit village.

"A village!" Taiga exclaims upon the realisation. "Maybe there are others like us!" Taiga puts in an extra effort trying to identify if more than just their prey's tracks converge towards this site. (Survival: 8)

Trekking through the hot, muggy jungle is no easy task. Euphemia pumps her short legs as fast as she can, panting to keep up with her mostly longer-legged companions, especially the raptor. Now's about the time I'd get out me pipes for some energetic marching music. But there's no sense in that out hunting--I'd scare off anything to eat for miles around. So, she scrambles along mostly in silence, humming a tune almost noiselessly under her breath.

The spike walls catch her attention first. Her breath catches and her heart beats faster. The Northmen! Similar rows of spikes, sometimes with the heads of their enemies skewered on them, would be set pointing towards whatever community they meant to raid next. But there are no heads on spikes here, and a moment later it seems clear to the halfling that these spikes aren't angled to intimdate or place a curse, but indeed to act as a very mechanical deterrant to beasts of the large and probably scaley persuasion.

"Oh my," she says. "It looks like there hasn't been anyone here for a long time... but do you think we'll be able to find out where they went? Unless, ah, they got... well... eaten." Flushing red to speak so of the dead, Euphemia gulps a mouthful of the muggy air. "Archpaladin preserve us. I see our tracks our heading that way. Let me go in and check it out..." Taking another deep breath, Euphemia slips into the surrounding foliage, moving and disappearing silently as only a tiny halfling can. She creeps into the ruined village, looking around to see what she can figure out of the inhabitants, how long they've been gone, where they might be now... while keeping an eye out for their prey or for threats.

Stealth: 21
Investigation: 7
Perception: 9