I don't know if you're looking through all the sheets. I just kept my leathers. I can't imagine the kobold having much else on him that he'd be focused on trying to save while also trying not to drown. 

I've left the following items on my character sheet:

• Leather Armour (as he was wearing it)
• Daggers (as they would be sheathed. They could easily be ripped off during the storm, however.)
• Crystal (a momento of his from his home, worn around his neck by a leather strap. Once again, could be lost at sea if you want.)

Jut had been sold...again.  He had actually come to like it. He was beat less and fed more so he would look good for his new masters.   

After days of bad weather he had been lashed on deck to work.  Then it came. The moment he knew the ship was going down. As he saw a deckhand crushed Jut reached and strained.  Finally he grabbed a leg and drug the corpse over.

Fishing out a small hand ax Jut cut his bindings,  tucked the axe in his pants and dove overboard.  Ready to swim for his life and freedom? 

Looking forward to starting. I'm imagining we all wash up on shore along some stretch of beach. Looks like a sizable group.

I'm having issues adding my character so I may just remake him in the campaign. Sorry for the delay it's Thanksgiving weekend in Canada so I'm super busy but ill join asap

I was gone all day with a min soccer tournament. (we won all three games) I am the head coach of a varsity boys team and so I just got back. I've gone through all the submitted character sheets and will give a little more time for the others to put theirs up, I know life can be busy. I am going to postpone the start til tomorrow or Wed just to give them a chance to get them added. Once we start, I will only go with the ones submitted. So far they all look pretty good. 

Congrats on the wins!

I will give Xen and Bilberry a chance to submit their Character sheet til the end of today but in the meantime I will begin this on the next post.

Cromack, Caldon, Meep, Night Whisper, Theo, Shank, Jut, Kurik, Booker, Coriana, Kruphal. You all wake to the sound of lapping water on a beach. Sand fills every crevice of your clothes and body. You wipe the sand from your eyes as you look up and see a whole group of individuals of varying race and gender also doing the same as you. You remember the incredible storm, the kind that the sailors described as "unnatural" and "not survivable." That did not prevent them from trying but eventually their predictions came true and the ship did fail. You recall clinging to a piece of broken ship trying to survive even a little longer, but then losing the battle to exhaustion and coming to terms with the fact that you were not going to survive. Now you find you HAVE survived, but there is only one hitch. With the exception of Cormack and Caldon, None of you know or even recognize anyone else on this beach. Clearly they came from somewhere else. 

(This is the time to interact with the other PC's and set the tone for how your character will approach this whole situation. Are they going to be suspicious? Will they look for someone to blame? Look for allies to help survive?  There is no wrong answer it is up to you. In your first post please describe your character for the rest and give a small Introduction. If you want to check something not related to the other pc's just say It in your post.)

(OOC: How far along the beach are we spread from each other? Are there corpses and other detritus from the ship here as well?)

Night Whisper:

Whisper picks herself up off the sand. Her clothes are in shreds and sand and seawater has matted her fur. She coughs, hacking salty water from her throat and lungs. Slowly she shakes her head, marveling at her fortune. She is not sure if she wanted to live or die, even in the last desperate moments she considered it justice that she drown. She is too tired to feel the comfort of her anger fueling her.

Bodies line the sand, which she now notices. "Hello?" she says with a croak. "Did anyone else survive?"

Kruphal begins to sit up, awakening from his unnatural slumber. His azure skin and emerald hair are obvious against the sandy beach. Garbed in clothing made of cured seal skin, gills can be seen on the next of this amphibious human, as well as webbing between his fingers and toes; fins appropriately lining the calves of his legs.

The triton looks around, then begins to laugh heartily. "Yes!" He calls out to no one in particular, his expression somewhat manic. "Thou art here somewhere! 'Tis only a matter of time!"

(OOC: you are all scattered along a beach inside a small cove. The total beach covers about 1000 yards from end to end and about 50 yards from water front to jungle line. The greenery is extremely dense not allowing  anyone to see past the initial front cover. Either end of the beach it grows rocky and 4-6 foot uneven rock walls separate this part of the beach from whatever is on the other sides. As you look out across the water you can see that there is a coral half-circle keeping the worst of the waves from reaching the shore so that the cove is very calm and gentle. The sun has broken from the clouds and the dark storm is barely visible in the distance.)

Caldon Gruck a shorter than average rock gnome will stand up, hop a couple times to try shake some of the sand off and immediately take off in search of his brother. While searching he will drop his hood and reveal his jet black hair, pale white skin and deep green eyes.

While running across the beach with his chainmail clinking with every stride Caldon will yell "Cromack where are you? Helm has work for us, there's no time to sleep and we have to help these people."

8 Perception

Theo begins to brush himself off and investigating his wears.  His soaking wet robe tattered, looking dark grey instead of the green it usually is.  His dark hair contrasts his pale skin.  A wide nose rests above his thin lips, wrinkles in his forehead from constantly squinting at his work.  His hand search his pockets as he pulls out his wand and scope.  “Aah, broken.... well I’m here; somehow.” he casts mending on his scope and robes. “The name is Theo,  does anyone know how we got here, or where here is?”

(Theo is a rock gnome)

Whisper sees more of the bodies rise from the sand, looking about in confusion like her. She is dark with filthy sand and staggers toward the water of the cove. It isn't as cold as she expected. The sand  and grime wash away easily, revealing dark orange fur on her back, blending to a light golden belly. Black incomplete circles spot the orange fur on her back and head. Her wide cat-eyes are a piercing jungle green looking over a short leopard-like muzzle. She bears sharp fangs in a terrifying smile as she walks out of the water.

On the beach, more people, including a couple of gnomes, are moving about. She checks her possessions. Everything is gone, save for her animal training whip coiled around her waist.

Meep arose quickly from the thin layer of sand that managed to cover his form within the cove. The kobold let out a sharp cough then began peering about left and right in confusion. Nothing looked familiar. Strangers were all around him.  He was in danger once again and left with less to protect himself than before. Just the ragged leathers to cling to his form. Instinctively, Meep started collecting what he could. Whatever he found and could make use of. Rocks, drift wood, shells. 

Perception:  5

(Ugh. Stupid invisible rocks) 

Jut rises quickly and backs up trying to face the group. Instinctively he tries to break his chains taking a moment to remember that he was not bound when the ship sank having been pressed into service.  Discretely he checks his waist for the handaxe he took from the dead sailor. He surveys the beach for anything that could be used as a club or staff. (Perception 20 ) I don't know any of you , you're not with the Smed slave trade are you? I'm not going back. 

 Kurik stood up and shook the sand from his scales.He was a lizardfolk, standing a little taller than the average human, covered from head to toe in green scales. He could see several people walking around the beach, probably in the same situation as he was. He looked around the beach, trying to see if there was anything useful. 

Perception: 19

After searching the beach, he approached the group that was starting to gather. "Greetings softskins. This one is Kurik. Is it known what place this is?"

Beach, this is a beach  Jut spoke painfully slow to emphasize his sarcasm 

Booker slowly starts to come to consciousness.  He groans in protest from the age aches and pains from what he had gone through. The goliath with a very old scar on his face slowly starts to rise. Last he remembers was trying to stay afloat but dropping pretty much everything,  even the chainmail he had. Though after that he recalls nothing but now. Hearing voices around,  he stands up fully and checking to see if he is hurt in any way or is just aches and pains. Standing around eight feet,  muscles well noted on his body he groans. Stretching and moving to make sure he can,  he starts to make his way around the area,  slowly,  trying to help anyone that needs it. 

All he is wearing is a loincloth and what looks to be a tattered rags of what may have been a shirt of sorts.