DragonDenn’s Theros Game

Io pulverizes the last skeleton, sending it down into a jumble of bones on the sand. A quiet hush filles the beach, the only sound that of waves rolling onto the sand.

The small owl circles down, landing on one of the new individual's shoulders. Feel free to introduce your characters now.

Windlass slowly strides out of the water, looking at the other group. She motions with her head for her new companion to join her. "That was curious. We could introduce ourselves. Perhaps they are friendly. At minimum they dislike skeletons."

The triton who approaches the group is blue. Dark blue hair, lighter blue skin, pale greenish-blue eyes. Hair braided in a long rope. She wears a robe, which covers what seems to be aa very utilitarian sort of chainmail that might have begun its life as a sort of diving vest with weights. As she gets closer you can see a faintly glowing book that doesn't seem to mind getting wet. She keeps it closely tucked in her arm.

She waves her other hand in the air. "Greetings! That was expertly done. We were happy to help. Do you live in this place? I am curious about how it works and what is really going on here. We are... recent arrivals," she says, indicating the satyr.

     "Surely if they lived here we'd have spotted them by now," Livilias says in a boisterous and cheery voice.  

     "Wouldn't we have?" He asks, looking to his left where the small owl is perched upon his shoulder.  He raises a hand and fondly strokes it's feathers a couple of times before shrugging and commanding "Now patrol!" and sending the feather familiar high into the air to do just that.

     "FRIENDS!" the Satyr calls out, welcomingly. He mirthfully leaps, cutting the distance between himself and the new comers in literal leaps and bounds, arms open to all.  He wears studded leather that looks like it may have been tailored for someone his size but perhaps who wasn't a Satyr, and he makes no attempts to hide the few daggers he has sheather several places.  As he bounds towards the others an amulet slips out from beneath his armor and Livilias is quick to tuck it back in and out of sight.  But perhaps the most obvious thing is his broken horn...  His right horn is raggedly, jaggedly broken, the last quarter or it just missing.

     "Yes, yes.  Friends you are!  We have fought and won the day, how can we not be friends?" He insists loudly!  "I am Livilias!  This here is Windlass.  My feathered friend..." he pauses to look up in the sky and spot Owlie, then points to him, "Is Owlie!  And Owlie says we have time for introductions.. There are no more of these undead things in sight just yet...."

Xerronios nods politely at the newcomers...or maybe he and his companions were the newcomers.  He strums a jaunty little tune on his lute, "My name is Xerronios Deeproar, a bard by trade.  Pleased to meet you.  No, we are not residents of this place," he says, or rather sings.  He chooses not to introduce the others, not wanting to presume.  "How came you here?  Our ship saw a light and so we stopped."

Kanlos moves nearer the group, but keeps a little ways back so they're not all bunched up and keeps an eye on the surroundings, "Kanlos Shadewind." 

Io nods to the two, visor still down on his helmet, "I am Io. It is as my Leonin companion says. We saw light and stopped here. Are you perhaps survivors of some of the wrecked ships?" He gestures to the wreckage sticking out of the water .

((OOC: Looking back I'm not sure if Io ever introduced himself officially to the party. If he didn't that was a mistake on my part. He would have introduced himself but would not have ever given his last name. Just introducing himself as "Io" ))

"I am a survivor, and I was on a ship before I got here," Windlass says in reply.

Would Windlass have also seen a light on the island?

"I see..." Io asks, "How long have you been here?"

     “Of course none of us are native here,” Livilias says, tone happy and boisterous as always.  “Seems only the dead are natives, which in truth makes no logical sense… yet still seems to be the case.”

     “It’s been weeks since my ship floundered and sputtered here.  I’ve all but forgotten how many or which ship it was.  Since Windlass and I were the only living creatures in need of such goods, we’ve taken to liberating what foods and spirits survived from all the wrecks…  the dead patrols make more natural hunting and gathering a more difficult…”

"I see..." Io asks, "During your scavenging of the other wrecks have you encountered a woman about this tall..." He holds up a hand to indicate how tall, (An inch or two shorter than Io. Io himself is 6ft 2.) "She is wrapped up in clothes covering everything including most of her face. Have you found anything like realistic stone statues of the undead? What about any medusae?"

Xerronios eyes Io, wondering at this strange obsession over a strangely dressed woman.  He had his suspicions about what kind of 'woman' she was but his council on the matter.  A low screech brought his attention to sky as Zarcan wheeled overhead and came to settle on his shoulder.  The bard smiled as the osprey eyed the owl.

"This is Zarcan," he said, gesturing to his friend.

ooc: Can I train Zarcan to scout or attack?

     “I’m afraid you are the first living people we have met on this island of castaways and catastrophes. None of the corpses I’ve seen were what I’d call wrapped up…” Livilias answered, thoughtfully.  “I do think I saw some statuary but not of it spoke to me of undead…  though I of course was just picking out necessities, not treasure hunting or anything…”

     “But no, my friends.  I have seen no Medusa. Alive or stoned or otherwise…”

     “Ah, Zarcan!  Well met,” Livilias says with a slight bow.  “I do trust you’ll be kind to my small Owlie, won’t you?  He’s quite small but quite useful…”

Io nods, "Thank you for your information." It seemed to him that the person he was after never came to this island. This was good because then the woman didn't shipwreck here. However it also meant that he was out of leads once more.

Kanlos continues to scan the area, "You've been here for some weeks you said, have you visited the islands center?"

The two shipwreck survivers would have noticed Willow-the-wisps floating around the beaches at night, which would explain the lights these new adventurers saw from a distance. No one has traveled to the center of the island, due to the ever-present undead guarding that path.

     Livilias laughs heartily and slaps Kanlos upon the shoulder.  "The island's center??  Windlass, you hear this?  Our new friend here is a madman!!!"

     "No, no, no my friend...  The undead, they patrol tirelessly.  Go figure, eh?  For us two, there was no safe way to explore...  No, no... We created ourselves a nook for a safe place and stayed safe...  But now!  Now help has arrived!!"

"You wish to journey to the center of this island? For what reason? Exploration? Plunder? Curiosity? Glory?" Windlass says, after nodding quickly to Livilias' question. The question originally meant for Kanlos, but then extended to Livilias.

     "If our new friends here have a boat, I suggest we all get on it and leave, no??" Livilias says.  "The one you were looking for... the wrapped up one... Not here.  No reason to stay and be beset upon by hungry undead all day and night.  Better to be off and away, yes??"

     Owlie is just circling high up in the sky keeping a sharp eye out for further patrols or such...

Windlass nods at Livilias' suggestion. She was asking the group's intentions, not suggesting a course of action.

Xerronios glances at his friends, then at the newcomers.  "Finding Io's...companion is not our only purpose for landing on this island.  Give us a moment, please."

Moving away with Kanlos and Io, he asks, "How much can we tell them, do you think?"