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The gnome examines the medallion closer trying to get an idea where she might have seen it before. "This sure is interesting! I wonder what it is?"

Religion?: 13

"Do you have one of these?" She asks her human friend.

She will also grab one of the daggers and strap it to her waist. She will unsheathe the dagger and try manoeuvring it around to get a feel for it.

 

 "You know I actually didn't even check my person. Let me check." 

Investigation: 19

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((Not sure what you mean by feathers showing, but your armor is crafted to your anatomy, leaving wings and arms free to fly and do stuff.))

 ((I was wondering if I was naked :) is the armor leather?))

Looking along the beach to see in what direction does the wreckage stretch, I return to my saviour and say: "I didn't see any movement, only some smoke a few hundred feet in that direction. We're on a peninsula. I was hoping to find running water, but the canopy is too dense. We'll have to search on foot. Should we search for survivors first?" 

If I've seen what direction the wreckage stretches, I'll suggest going that way and look through the wreckage for anything useful as we progress. 15

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Blue will look around the beach to see if there's any signs of other life (Survival: 15), then start cautiously towards the foliage.

"We should probably get moving.  Don't know how long we've been here or what else is calls this place its home."

 (This.)

Big 'un will check to see if his robes have any pockets or belt with pouches 

investigation: 16

he will also scan around where we set up the fire and the edge of the tree line for fresh water

perception: 3

nature: 16

((I need to copy your sheets over to my phone so I can post from work! Will post more detail re:rolls tomorrow, but in the meantime...))

The human finds that they indeed are wearing the same  medallion (I should have noted this earlier, but it slipped past me), as are all of you.

((Yes, all of you in armor are wearing leather, though for many of you, it's sort of 'off the rack', while the aarakocra's is custom and a bit more ornate.))

((Those of you who grabbed daggers all feel like you get how to use them, but have varying levels of ability in doing so (will detail tomorrow).))

"Well it looks like I do have the same medallion but I don't recall any insignificance to it. Well let's check these chests and barrels." The human will try to open the chest up at first with a finesse but if that doesn't work he will try brute force using the dagger.

Slight of Hand: 2

Athletics: 4

((BeastyC))

You try to surreptitiously palm one of the daggers, and while your fingers seem reasonably nimble, you fumble it a bit, but manage to get it in hand without injuring yourself. It'd be safe to say it wasn't a clean pass though, and if someone had been watching, they'd have noticed your attempt.

In addition to the matching medallion, you find a small pouch that contains a bunch of small packets of dried odds and ends.. or at least, they were dried, before your dunk in the ocean. You also note that one of your hands is quite calloused compared to the other.

Turning your dagger to one of the chests, you try to fiddle the blade in and get it to release, but it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. You try to resort to brute force, but it goes even worse, the impact jarring your hand numb, and if not for the crossguard, your hand likely would have slipped down onto the blade to bad result. As it is, you drop the knife to the sand as you rub the feeling back into your hand.

((AlterEgo))

It doesn't look like any religious symbol you can remember... though given the vast void of your memory, that isn't saying much, but you're pretty sure that it signifies some other organization that you and your companions presumably belong to that is of a more secular nature. Perhaps some sort of club or guild?

You don't feel too confident in wielding the dagger... while you seem to have enough familiarity to know it's use (pointy end towards enemy), you just don't seem all that physically equipped to do much damage with it. Still, better to have SOMETHING than nothing.

Big 'Un does indeed find some pockets, but if they contained anything, it must have washed out in the water. He does find a medallion like the others. There is a leather sheath for something longer and thinner than a dagger at his side, but it's empty. He looks around, but maybe he got some sand in his eyes, as things are kind of blurry and he's not able to spot anything that would give evidence of fresh water. They do seem to be on a spit of land jutting out into the sea, so perhaps further along the coast in one direction or the other.

Blue is nervously looking at the fire and the smoke rising from it, a bit apprehensive to be caught out on the beach if it were to attract unwanted attention, and begins moving towards the treeline, alert for other signs of things being in the area. 

He comes across some tracks that are big and feline, and halts his movement forward. There is a slight drag mark that occurs every few steps or so, and a few stray drops of blood that have landed in the sand, absorbing into it and causing it to curl up as the blood dried. The big cat must have killed something nearby and either the prey was small enough for it to be lifted bodily and carried easily... though from the size of the paw prints, it could easily have been something nearly his size... perhaps one of the other shipwreck victims? Blue realizes after the fact that they must be pretty good at reading tracks and the like, it just felt natural and obvious, but he can't remember a reason that would be the case.

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((Caladris))

You grunt with effort as you swing the dagger, but it slips from your hand with the powerful strike, flying to bury itself in the sand a ways distant. Good thing your new feathered friend wasn't watching too closely. Retrieving it, you try a couple more swings, and judge that you'd be able to handle a dagger reasonably well in a fight, whether it be swinging with brute force, or applying the edge in a more delicate manner.

You'd gauge it to be a few hours after dawn, which if the spotty flashes of a storm tossed ship in the night are reliable, would probably mean you washed up after the ship went down the previous night.

((trustlife))

From your flight overhead, you got a good idea of the spread of debris, and spotted some promising things washed up on the floor that you can direct your saviour to. 

((Both))

As the two of you arrive at the pile of debris, you spot a couple crates, barrels and other containers.

((Can you each give me an Investigation check please?))

((Don't forget, you can roll your Memory Die to try to 'unlock' things!))

Big 'Un will search for more firewood along the treeline before he heads back to the fire pit to check on the fire. A lot of work by the little one went into starting it and he doesn't want it to go out. perception: 5

As he sets by the fire tending it he will try to clear his head and try to remember............anything! Memory Die roll: 15

Blue comes back.

"There’s a cat.  Big one, nasty.  Found the tracks."

"Damnit! Stupid chest, let's try the barrel then." The human will lift the chest and place it to the side. He will then go to one of the barrels and use his dagger to open one of the tops with the dagger. "Hey do these medallions mean anything to you ah what did he call you again Gnome?"

Athletic: 3

I search through the derbis alongside my new friend, "What should I call you, anyway? We need names, even if temporary ones... I do hope it's temporary..." Investigation: 3

As I search, I try my best to recall anything, but hopefully something to help me survive this place. (Memory die: 6)

((Sigh))

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Blue comes back.

"There’s a cat.  Big one, nasty.  Found the tracks."

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Big 'Un will search for more firewood along the treeline before he heads back to the fire pit to check on the fire. A lot of work by the little one went into starting it and he doesn't want it to go out. perception: 20

As he sets by the fire tending it he will try to clear his head and try to remember............anything! Memory Die roll: 16

 "Hey you two! Come help us with these chest and barrels. Couldn't get the chest but I'm working on this barrel here."

What was that? Did Big 'Un hear a voice call out? He will shake his head...again trying to clear it. He stands and heads in the direction he thought he heard the voice call out.

I retrieve the dagger and attempt to sheathe it.  Following my newfound companion's lead, I nod in agreement.  "I concur, on both counts.  You can call me...." I look around the area for any sort of hint as to my name.  In doing so, I notice the markings on my arm again.  "Mark.  I'll go by Mark for now.  And you?"

As we reach the debris, I retreat into self contemplation while I dig through the debris, not sure what I'm looking for, but looking for anything that may trigger a memory, or might prove useful in our current situation.

Investigation: 5

Memory: 9

Blue will try to finesse the chest open.  If that doesn’t work, he’ll resort to brute strength as well.

Sleight of hand: 7

Athletics/Strength: 13

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Blue will try to finesse the chest open.  If that doesn’t work, he’ll resort to brute strength as well.

Sleight of hand: 7

Athletics/Strength: 13

 "Let me help..." The human will HELP Blue with the chest if he tries to muscle his way in. 

Big 'Un finds a full armload of firewood that he hauls back to the fire. (Perception: -1)

He sets it down and starts breaking it up in his large hands, snapping and twisting the dry limbs. His gaze is captured by the fire, and as he looks into its flickering depth, he is overcome with a certainty. Raising a hand, he barks something in a deep guttural tongue and flicks his fingers forward. A flickering flame grows at his fingers and darts forward, slamming into the fire and scattering some of the burning pieces. Big 'Un hastily scoots them back together to keep the fire going, a bit overcome by this revelation. 

((You know the cantrip fire bolt !))

((BeastyC))

The human tries to lift the chest, but finds it too heavy for his wiry arms to get a good hold on. Slamming his dagger into the top of one of the barrels is likewise dissatisfying.

You call out to Big 'Un, who strides in your general direction. You have to call out to him again for him to home in on you, and soon arrives, ready do deal with some barrels and chests.

Blue returns to report his findings, before joining the others in attempting to open one of the chests. The dagger doesn't seem to do much, the locking mechanism and hinges seemingly proof against the slight prying he's able to do. With enough time, it would probably be possible to chip and carve away enough wood to weaken the chest, but the whole 'big cat prowling about and a fire putting up smoke' doesn't have him in a mood to sit on the beach picking away at it for hours.

Finding a rock, he slams it down on the chest, and is rewarded with a slight crack. The Human comes over to help, trying to hold the chest braced against a larger rock to help you get the best angle to smash it open. ((The Human is giving Blue advantage, so give me another roll, LordShadow))

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((Trustlife))

You find an oilskin bag that seems to have largely been proof against the ocean, and open it to find someones personal effects. There is a deck of cards, an intricately carved stick the length of your forearm, some dark clothes that are too big for you, more on the scale of your savior, and a rolled pouch that contains a bunch of fiddly looking little tools, a file, a little mirror, some scissors and some pliers. Very little idea what someone might use them for.

As you work, you begin idly chirping and whistling an intricate tune. It's quite lovely, and puts you a bit more at ease, despite the memory loss, and trauma of being shipwrecked. ((You have a +5 in Performance.))

Mark wanders with you, lost in his own reflections.

Mark looks around, but seems more caught up in his own thoughts than in the debris on the beach. Without hesitation, he grabs hold of a chunk of shattered ship hull, lifts it up, the weight driving his feet down into the sand, before he gives a heave and tosses it to flip over to the side. It's an impressive feat of strength, the section of wrecked ship must have weighed nearly half a ton. With the inside of the hull now revealed, there is a pair of locked footlockers bolted to the hull.

((You are able to Push, Drag of Lift nearly 1000 lbs.))

Advantage: 13

The rock on chest will probably work, with a bit more determination, but it'll take time, and it's not quite. Do you two wish to continue?

Blue will keep slamming the rock on the chest, taking out his frustration on it.

(Let me know if you want another roll.)