The talisman leaves a black stain on your fingers, Borvnir. The stain takes the shape of a face and smiles at you. 

Borvnir says nothing about the dark stain that appears on his black scales, instead just gulping and muttering ‘Ka Mata Un Beke Kala’ under his breath, a Draconic prayer roughly translating to ‘My devotion is with you’, unsure of whether the foreboding grin of the stain’s face is showing his god’s pleasure or crazed disapproval. Religion: 13 to make his prayer heard to Orcus. He then puts his claws in his pocket and waits for what the rest of the party decides to do next.

Lothar continues searching around the ship, using the sight to see the magical. ✨️ All the while grumbling about the fish hiding from him. He is ready to follow his companions as the sight fades.

Lothar Male Tabaxi Druid 

Nothing else seems magical in the ship. 

"I didn't see anything else with the sight! But clouds will be gathering soon" He says, as he adjusts his gear.

Lothar checks the heavens for daytime celestial events.(what time?) Using Druidcraft to check what phase the moon(s) will be.(how much light?) 

Lothar Male Tabaxi Druid 

"Dark arts indeed." mutters Cherry as Borvnir hands the cursed talisman over to Irtos. "Best we destroy it as soon as we can I'd reckon."

She waits in anticipation of Lothar's results. "Shall we take a look at the main deck now?" she asks. "I don't believe we've taken a look there yet. Perhaps we'll find some answers about these strange treasures."

Borvnir shakes his head at Cherry and says ‘We can’t destroy it, if we do, we can’t return it to that poor woman’s husband to end the curse’ He internally chuckles, it feels good to be correct about something for once. He then also waits for Lothar’s results, and proposes they check the main deck after the captains quarters.

Cherry snorts. "We can always return it then destroy it. Might even be what the widow wants." She heads up to the main deck.

Borvnir scrunches up his snout and says ‘Well, we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we?’ Without a further word, he goes off to look at the captain’s office. That halfling really ticks him off. 

"I am for returning the talisman, break the curse and Nature will restore herself." Lothar says as he follows Borvnir to the captain's quarters. He touches his focus to Borvnir's leg. "I'll keep giving you Mother Nature's guidance, may she guide your instinct!" He says to Borvnir. 

Action: guidance

Lothar Male Tabaxi Druid 

Irtos follows along to check the cabin above deck.

Once Borvnir reaches the captain's quarters, he'll use his axe to poke open the door to avoid any zombie ambushes from an undead captain. If nothing within the room reacts, he'll go in, beckoning Irtos and Lothar to follow.

Irtos fallows along and helps search the cabin, focusing on spots easier for a small person to reach (like under the bed). 

Lothar follows Borvnir into the room and scampers up the threshold, to the ceiling. Quickly twirling the beads on his focus to create a glowing dot like a firefly that circled around the room. Taking watch over his shoulder as the dot lightens up the darker corners of the cabin, looking down for danger.

Action: Druidcraft

Lothar Male Tabaxi Druid

Zinzenzax dons and readies his once more as his companions check out the cabin.

Cherry follows in, joining with Irtos in checking out what their shorter statures allow more easily.

Investigation: 16+3 = 19

Zinzenzax is overly curious having never knowingly had a magical item and if no one’s watching he puts the boots on, ‘oh what will they do?’ He thinks.  He tries a little hop, then a little dash…

Sniffing the air, he finds the shipwreck smells nauseating. Whispering an ancient tongue, then blowing softly on his focus. The space around him fills with an invigorating lemon scent.

"Ha, that's better!" says Lothar. 

Action: Druidcraft 

Lothar Male Tabaxi Druid 

Borvnir wrinkles his snout and says 'Egh, can't you choose something better than lemon? I can't stand citrus smells.' He bares his fangs in a maniacal grin and says 'Tell you what, you should make it smell like blood, if you can. It's a natural odour so should work with your fancy druid spells. Also, it might lure out any Undead still hanging around, y'know, like sharks drawn in from miles to the scent of drops of blood in the ocean.' He suggests all of this in a well-meaning tone, hoping to mask the fact that he just really likes the iron-like smell of freshly spilt carnage.

[I know Rhino's been having issues with tech and IRL problems and events, but I do hope he returns once those are resolved since I'm really enjoying this campaign and my character!]

As you search through the captains quarters, you hear the flapping of wings and then an angry screech. Turning, a harpy hisses at you and says, "Thieves! Thieves! You will pay for this crime." Behind her fly two eagles, clearly her allies. Roll initiative.