"I do not think so..." Michael says in a thoughtful, though hollow-sounding, voice. "I feel that... That I have something... Something I must do..." His eyes turn back to the town, and the forest/swampland around it.
Abon believes he understands and clasps the rotting flesh with his bony hand, accepting the aid up on his feet, a clacking sound noticeable in his movements. Hearing the introduction of Michael and Niknof he speaks loudly enough so that they and Boots can hear him.
"Abon Tinscully, quar... Former quartermaster of the merchant ship Way Wind under Captain Scarrow. I call the port of Saltmarsh home."
Abon stands at average height for a human, but most of his flesh, hair, or cloth is gone; what little remaining charred fragments stuck to the bone. Leather armor of middling quality hangs off his ribs, clearly damaged by heat, and his similarly damaged boots would have been appropriate for a sailor. His eyeless gaze briefly passes over Niknof's fine raiment.
"I have a job to do...but I don't know where, or what this is. And you... Boots?"
Boots looks around, and a smile splits his face. The cloud seems to pass slightly from behind his dulled eyes, and a slight flicker of cold intent settles in its place.
"No boots? Hmm. Find them!!" With a running leap, he flings himself over the edge of the salt-crusted ship, landing face first in the muck. With a squelching sound, he plucks himself up, and starts to push through the mud and reeds towards the distant village.
(We’re still out at sea about two miles or more from shore since Saltmarsh is on the horizon, so Boots is in the ocean now.)
On the northern horizon, Saltmarsh sits low in the waves while the cliffs around it cradle the village. Fishing boats rock gently at the docks, and a royal guard ship creeps along on patrol just off the shore. To their side, the sun sets with a purple sky reflecting on the sea.
A rowboat in severe disrepair hangs at the side of the ship, and after the undead creatures turn to see it swing noisely with the wind or to see Boots drop into the water, they turn back to find the robed figure is gone.
"We may want to be a bit careful in how we enter the town." Michael says as he takes in the group, especially the one who just jumped into the water. "Normal people will not take nicely to seeing people like us..." He seems quite saddened by this statement as he wonders how he will guide people through his swamp and forest when they run away from him.
An unusual question for an unusual situation. "Best hedge if you can't." Abon walks to the questionable lifeboat and grabs the robes that keep it suspended. He pauses, rubbing his fingers that are bones over the rope, the lack of the rough texture that he remembers should be there disconcerting. "Mr. Grym, will you come with?"
Swinging onto the boat and getting ready to lower Abon pauses again, this time to stare up at the mast to see if there is a flag to identity this ship they are on.
(OOC: Turnswithtides, how would you like skill checks handled? Wait for your prompt or if we suspect a skill check is needed we state what we are doing, roll, and then you tell us if it applies?
Boots is hanging somewhere between floating and sinking, finding a buoyant spot about 2 feet below the water. For a moment, he starts to thrash is if drowning - then suddenly stops, realizing the common lack of need for undead to breathe. Still, he isn't swimming very well. With a few awkward strokes, he gets back to the hull of the ship, though is not immediately able to climb up from his position. Curious, he grabs hold anyway and pulls across to the other side. A few bubbles float up along the ship's side to mark his passing.
The flag Abon sees is one of unbroken blackness. When he searches the water, he spots Boots’ bubbles.
Nik finds that his incorporeal form can still interact with the rough ropes and the world around him. Allowing something to pass through his would hurt in the sense that it disturbs his sense of self.
(If you ever suspect a skill check, you can roll at will.)
Following the bubbles as well, Michael swoops down and into the water, hauling Boots up and out, then helping him into the boat. "Here we go..." Michael says as he finishes, a bit surprised to find his clothing looking just as dry as it had before he began. "Where to then?" He asks. "I can tow the row boat to whichever landfall you wish to make..."
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Abon, abandoning the idea of looking over Boots for trauma because of the man's rotted nature, considers Michael's question. Saltmarsh had cliffs surrounding it that would be difficult to scale.
"Crabbers Cove is usually empty, but we would still need to go through the town. Maybe there is some place else to climb?"
A History21 to remember any place that might be viable to settle the boat and get onto land.
(As a guide to this area, I assume that Michael would know a place to land the boat that was not in Salt Marsh itself. Let me know if this is the case.)
"I know the docks and the cove, and the abandoned houses we could hide in as we figure out this business. The marshes up the river may provide better cover, but I confess that I am not comfortable moving about them.
There is so little known to them that Abon feels a sense of frustration. How were they risen in undeath and why? Why would that being in white raise them and leave them off on their own? Did it even raise them or was it simply a witness to their own desires preventing them from moving on?
He knew his unfinished business, but how was he supposed to find her looking like this? How could he step into town with nothing on his bones? If only he looked normal.
The others see as the bones of Abon are suddenly covered in flesh and cloth. The appearance of a slightly overweight man with receding hair in clothes common to a sailor sits in the skeleton's place.
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"I do not think so..." Michael says in a thoughtful, though hollow-sounding, voice. "I feel that... That I have something... Something I must do..." His eyes turn back to the town, and the forest/swampland around it.
Abon believes he understands and clasps the rotting flesh with his bony hand, accepting the aid up on his feet, a clacking sound noticeable in his movements. Hearing the introduction of Michael and Niknof he speaks loudly enough so that they and Boots can hear him.
"Abon Tinscully, quar... Former quartermaster of the merchant ship Way Wind under Captain Scarrow. I call the port of Saltmarsh home."
Abon stands at average height for a human, but most of his flesh, hair, or cloth is gone; what little remaining charred fragments stuck to the bone. Leather armor of middling quality hangs off his ribs, clearly damaged by heat, and his similarly damaged boots would have been appropriate for a sailor. His eyeless gaze briefly passes over Niknof's fine raiment.
"I have a job to do...but I don't know where, or what this is. And you... Boots?"
Boots looks around, and a smile splits his face. The cloud seems to pass slightly from behind his dulled eyes, and a slight flicker of cold intent settles in its place.
"No boots? Hmm. Find them!!" With a running leap, he flings himself over the edge of the salt-crusted ship, landing face first in the muck. With a squelching sound, he plucks himself up, and starts to push through the mud and reeds towards the distant village.
(We’re still out at sea about two miles or more from shore since Saltmarsh is on the horizon, so Boots is in the ocean now.)
On the northern horizon, Saltmarsh sits low in the waves while the cliffs around it cradle the village. Fishing boats rock gently at the docks, and a royal guard ship creeps along on patrol just off the shore. To their side, the sun sets with a purple sky reflecting on the sea.
A rowboat in severe disrepair hangs at the side of the ship, and after the undead creatures turn to see it swing noisely with the wind or to see Boots drop into the water, they turn back to find the robed figure is gone.
"We may want to be a bit careful in how we enter the town." Michael says as he takes in the group, especially the one who just jumped into the water. "Normal people will not take nicely to seeing people like us..." He seems quite saddened by this statement as he wonders how he will guide people through his swamp and forest when they run away from him.
"I can try..." Michael says, moving towards where the one called boots went into the water. He looks to see if he can find him.
"As a spirit, could you grab him?"
An unusual question for an unusual situation. "Best hedge if you can't." Abon walks to the questionable lifeboat and grabs the robes that keep it suspended. He pauses, rubbing his fingers that are bones over the rope, the lack of the rough texture that he remembers should be there disconcerting. "Mr. Grym, will you come with?"
Swinging onto the boat and getting ready to lower Abon pauses again, this time to stare up at the mast to see if there is a flag to identity this ship they are on.
(OOC: Turnswithtides, how would you like skill checks handled? Wait for your prompt or if we suspect a skill check is needed we state what we are doing, roll, and then you tell us if it applies?
Boots is hanging somewhere between floating and sinking, finding a buoyant spot about 2 feet below the water. For a moment, he starts to thrash is if drowning - then suddenly stops, realizing the common lack of need for undead to breathe. Still, he isn't swimming very well. With a few awkward strokes, he gets back to the hull of the ship, though is not immediately able to climb up from his position. Curious, he grabs hold anyway and pulls across to the other side. A few bubbles float up along the ship's side to mark his passing.
With Nik's aid Abon sets about lowering the lifeboat into the water.
Water Vehicle handling 8
(OOC: the roll has my proficiency with water vehicles added. If you need an intelligence modifier it is another +2)
Once the boat is in the water Abon scans about for Boots. ""Now where did he go?"
perception 14
The flag Abon sees is one of unbroken blackness. When he searches the water, he spots Boots’ bubbles.
Nik finds that his incorporeal form can still interact with the rough ropes and the world around him. Allowing something to pass through his would hurt in the sense that it disturbs his sense of self.
(If you ever suspect a skill check, you can roll at will.)
Following the bubbles as well, Michael swoops down and into the water, hauling Boots up and out, then helping him into the boat. "Here we go..." Michael says as he finishes, a bit surprised to find his clothing looking just as dry as it had before he began. "Where to then?" He asks. "I can tow the row boat to whichever landfall you wish to make..."
Abon, abandoning the idea of looking over Boots for trauma because of the man's rotted nature, considers Michael's question. Saltmarsh had cliffs surrounding it that would be difficult to scale.
"Crabbers Cove is usually empty, but we would still need to go through the town. Maybe there is some place else to climb?"
A History 21 to remember any place that might be viable to settle the boat and get onto land.
(As a guide to this area, I assume that Michael would know a place to land the boat that was not in Salt Marsh itself. Let me know if this is the case.)
Abon and Michael recall that they could find places to land the rowboat up the Kingfisher River, at any of the docks, or among the abandoned houses near Crabber’s Cove on the west side of town. (#24 on the Saltmarsh town map: https://www.reddit.com/r/GhostsofSaltmarsh/comments/c7ivt0/saltmarsh_player_maps/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf )
Getting past the patrol would require some small amount of stealth, but the darkness was their ally at the moment. (Advantage.)
"I know the docks and the cove, and the abandoned houses we could hide in as we figure out this business. The marshes up the river may provide better cover, but I confess that I am not comfortable moving about them.
There is so little known to them that Abon feels a sense of frustration. How were they risen in undeath and why? Why would that being in white raise them and leave them off on their own? Did it even raise them or was it simply a witness to their own desires preventing them from moving on?
He knew his unfinished business, but how was he supposed to find her looking like this? How could he step into town with nothing on his bones? If only he looked normal.
The others see as the bones of Abon are suddenly covered in flesh and cloth. The appearance of a slightly overweight man with receding hair in clothes common to a sailor sits in the skeleton's place.