Whistle looks to Dom raising her eyebrows, "Well you certainly seem prepared for all eventualities. Since we are a party at war, I am in favour of legitimising your leadership. Are there any who would object to Dominique being raised from a de-facto leader to an officially recognised captain within our ranks?" She looks at each of the party with a serious look, her time as a soldier causing her to itch for an established hierarchy. 

 Dominique shrugs "I do not but neither do we have any Intel so far on what the key item is, could be a tiny ring, could be a stone statue. And if we have any bodies of fallen or injured comrades, having a barge makes transport through the forests a lot easier. I refuse to leave any behind. Point is Pioneering poles can have many uses. But your correct to object about the leadership thing. Promotions are not for us to decide, that is something to be earned first and then given by a superior. But there is no reason to get offended, I just wish to be well prepared to limit the ods of needing a barge."

Irostine thinks about it: "I'm not against having a team leader, but like Dominique said, I'm fairly certain the higher ups will decide for us. The more prepared we are for every situation the better it will end up if it all goes belly up. I once brought 3 weeks worth of supplies over 7 kilometers in the alps to hunt a rare beast, ended up finding it dead of old age! I was ready for everything though!"

Saryn Wildwanderer

Suddenly Saryn starts laughing and holloring.  Dancing around a large hole she’s dug. “GOLD!! Gold and jewels! I found treasure buried on the beach! I’m rich! RICH!” Sure enough at the bottom of the hole is a small chest. The top seemingly broken apart and filled with coins and jewels. 

"Nice job Saryn,  !!  Look what we found!!" Igden attempts to join in your discovery.

Saryn

”You and me pal! The gnomes are set for life! Bring it up and show everyone.”

"When you hear a loud explosion or screams, it will mean we found a trap. You'll know that they way has been cleared, to a point."

Saryn

Saryn is now squatting at the edge of the hole watching Igden expectantly to see if he is going to bring the trunk up.

After much effort and cursing and many helpful suggestions from Saryn,  Igden brings the chest up on to the surface.

Saryn

As you reach for the chest, instead of feeling solid wood, your hands pass right through it. The chest fades to a shadow of itself before blinking out of sight. At the top of the whole you hear gnomish laughter. "My mistake! It must have been a chest of fools gold!" Another round of wild laughter. After a moment the laughter dies down. Saryn looks at Igden "Het spijt me broer. Ik ben gewoon zo verveeld. Het voelt alsof we dagen hebben gewacht."

(For those who speak Gnomish)

 (FYI Saryn had used Minor Illusion)

Igden is nearly inconsolable. Only several gulps from his flask can ease his pain. "We're never getting off of this beach" 

F

(come on that deserves an A at least)

(damn that was a good one ahahaha)

Irostine chuckles and facepalms while shaking his head.

I was paying respects to this campaign. Your joke was a solid 8/10.

Val watches all the proceedings with mild interest and a small chuckle at the "fools gold". 

((grappig, ja ik spreek ooc ook gnomish. Ik herinnerde me de booming voice grap dus had al zo mijn vermoedens)) 

Soon enough the supplies are packed and the squad rolls out. In the sky above the sound of seaguls cheers them on as they move passed beyond the treeline. As the beach gets hidden behind the bushes and shrubs, the squawking dies of and is replaced by different sounds. The air is still salty to the nose, but other scents begin to mingle in. "Magistrate, are we to climb the mountain or stick to the valley? You have a map to the place you we seek? " 

"I would rather take the mountains personally, I was raised and trained on them!"