Blue shakes his head, confused.  He’ll look at whatever’s inside the chest.

Investigation: 11

The second locker pops open with a loud knocking sound, this one stacked with various weaponry.

Blue will ignore the chest and go check out the weaponry.  He’ll test out whatever he finds, seeing if there’s anything that speaks to him.

((Sorry, the locker is with the other group!))

Blue heads up to check out the spice chest by the fire, a slight breeze kicking up at his arrival that fans the flames and blows a bit if powder from The Human's hands.

(Oh, somehow missed that.  Whoops.)

((I'm used to a forum that notifies me when someone else posts before I finish writing and posting, so gives a chance to edit to make sure my answers don't sound like they are for someone else!))

Wide-eyed, I say: "Quawk! That actually worked! Hrrm... first armour, now weapons. Do you think this was a warship? Were we soldiers or prisoners?"

I try every type of weapon available to see what feels familiar in my hands and urge Mark to do the same.

The gnome and Blue both hear a faint thud emanating from the forests, and a few birds take to the wing.

The Gnome follows the others back to the camp. She looks back at the fire she made earlier again a sense of pride coming over her. "I think it is easier with names. You all can call me Ember." She will take out the well made pouch, looking it over for any discernable markings, and trying to remember what she may have used it for.

Investigation?: 11

Memory Die: 1

Hearing the thud, she turns quickly to look at the forest.

"Did you hear that?! I think we aren't alone on this island. Maybe it's that big cat you saw tracks for earlier, Blue."

Ooc: Sorry, I took my kids fishing this morning. Man you guys figured out a lot in my absence. :)

I stare as Talon hums at the locker and it pops open.  Intrigued, I wander over to inspect the armor and weapons stashes, measuring them up to myself, seeing if any of the armor or weapons feel comfortable in my hands.  

"I'm not sure.  I haven't noticed any indications of bondage or entrapment, but for us to be soldiers and have all of our equipment locked up is strange as well.  While this equipment would fit me, I don't feel that it was mine as those tools felt foreign in my hands.  That means we likely had others like me....whatever I am....with us."

Agreeing with Talon's assessment of bringing the equipment with us, but not wanting to carry it all, I attempt to find some planks from the wreckage and tie them with the rope I have to form a sort of sled to pull.

Survival: 13 

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I stare as Talon hums at the locker and it pops open.  Intrigued, I wander over to inspect the armor and weapons stashes, measuring them up to myself, seeing if any of the armor or weapons feel comfortable in my hands.  

"I'm not sure.  I haven't noticed any indications of bondage or entrapment, but for us to be soldiers and have all of our equipment locked up is strange as well.  While this equipment would fit me, I don't feel that it was mine as those tools felt foreign in my hands.  That means we likely had others like me....whatever I am....with us."

Agreeing with Talon's assessment of bringing the equipment with us, but not wanting to carry it all, I attempt to find some planks from the wreckage and tie them with the rope I have to form a sort of sled to pull.

Survival: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.

 Since the previous roll didn't work for some reason
Survival: 18

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 Since the previous roll didn't work for some reason

 Give it some time, I've seen it do this before

.... Or edit and add a space after the roll, as someone suggested somewhere on the forum... not that it makes sense

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Quote from Calandris >>

 Since the previous roll didn't work for some reason

 Give it some time, I've seen it do this before

.... Or edit and add a space after the roll, as someone suggested somewhere on the forum... not that it makes sense

 OOC: the space thing worked.  Very odd, lol

(DDB is dumb sometimes.  Adding any text after it (including spaces) fixes it.)

Blue will frown, trying to recall what he might know about such a cat.

Nature (?): 19

Ember settles on a moniker and shares it with the others. The pouch is well made enough to have kept the contents dry, and is lightly decorated in a playful manner that makes her smile, but doesn't seem to have any other significance other than a pleasing pattern. It seems to be little more than a ration pouch.

Your thoughts drift to the fire you proudly started, and you begin pondering schematics for a way to mechanize the striking of the two stones to make it more repeatable and less dependent on the user. You're reasonably sure that you could produce something like that, given the right materials and tools, perhaps even with a waxed wick built in that the sparks can light, then that flame can be used to light the kindling?

((You have Tinker's Tools proficiency, and have the idea of how to make a clockwork firestarter.))

((That's fun, you or the kids catch anything?))

Blue has a think, his bluish tinged hair blowing across his face. He considers what he knows about any big cats that come to mind, and concludes that most are ambush hunters that would tend to stalk and pounce their prey. Staying together as a group would help and at least currently, though it makes them more visible to cats and any other possible predators, being on the beach would at least mean they would be able to see the cat coming... at least during the day. They tend to be solitary, so if the one whose tracks he saw had just eaten another hapless shipwreck victim, perhaps it will be filled up for the time being?

Talon has a go with the different weapons, and definitely feels like their physique is more suited to those that rely on quick precise movements rather than ones that need raw physical brawn to wield. The smaller bow and crossbow would be within their ability to draw and loose as well.

Mark checks out the arms and armor, and feels like he'd be able to put any of it to decent use, as he's shown by his hull flipping, he's quite physically powerful, large tattooed grey arms corded in muscle. If he can get an enemy within striking distance he'd have a pretty good chance of dispensing damage.

A few minutes work has some planks lashed together and the various weapons and armor wrapped and tied in sailcloth to make a compact bundle to be dragged. 

((Do either of you wish to retain any weapons for your use?))

 Big'Un will sit down by the fire looking at the medallion he is wearing and pondering his new found ability to shoot fire from from his fingers....how is this possible?

arcana: 19

You must be cursed. Probably possessed by some kind of fire demon.

;P

Ember will take a few of the berries from her pouch, and nibble on them suddenly realizing that they don't have a source of food or water. She will take a look at getting into the barrel that the human brought back, maybe it has some dried goods or something else useful that she could tinker with to make her idea of a firestarter come to life.

She will take the tip of her dagger and work at wedging it between the lid and the body of the barrel. 

Attack? 16

((My oldest son (5yrs) snagged a 'mommy' fish ... me....haha. My husband had to dig it out from my shoulder.))

(OOC: You said we're wearing leather armor of some sort, correct?  I'll hang onto a greataxe and a javelin if they're available)

((Yes, you're currently in leathers.))

Ember gets the knife into the barrel... And it takes a bit of pulling to get it unstuck.