Island of the Sirens, The Forward unto Dawn: D&D 3.5 IC

[Hattish Thing]

The Island of the Sirens

The ship had been a merchant vessel once, but had been refurnished and rebuilt as a luxurious passenger vessel, taking scores of men and women of every economic class, eager to leave the war-ravaged land of United Lereftain, the largest continent in Medean, for the great unknown that was the land across the Great Gorge sea. However, these fated passengers had been plagued with bad luck. Along the way, several members of the crew had become sick with a strange tropical virus, that had left many deckhands bedridden. The cook had even gone missing, the mystery of his disappearance on everyone's mind. Then, on the thirtieth day of the voyage, great stormclouds appeared on the horizon, menacing the stubborn captain and promising destruction and doom. It hit within twenty-four hours. The storm was strong, the seas churning and raging as if the briny water was boiled from beneath, on the whim of some mad ocean god. Stormclouds covered the horizon, as far as the eye could see. Lightning rocketed down to earth in the distance, and thunder rolled and rocked, blasting the skies with it's terrifying cacophony. The wind blew fiercely, some crewmembers already long lost to the hurricane level onslaught of cold air. Rain buffets the side of the proud vessel, and deckhands scramble about, desperately trying to repair and sail the ship to safety all at once. Captain Salts Mcargy struggles with the steering mechanism, giving the rudder all he's got as he valiantly yells curses towards the heavens, drinking from a bottle of ale and cackling at the storm, the drink dripping down his beard along with the rainwater. A small strip of land looms in the horizon, a rocky shore jutting out of the water as the already damaged ship is pushed dangerously close by the unyielding hurricane wind. As the mighty storm rages on, who knows what's in store for it's unwary passengers....

((Alright! So, everyone write up what your character is doing during the terrible storm.))

[Vhaidara]

The journey had been arduous. Wolves don't like being cooped up aboard a ship. Chelsea and Alessia were restless, and that always made William restless. At least the magics he had learned from the land had proved useful to the voyage, or the captain may have thrown his wolves overboard to take their food.

William is below decks, holding tight to Alessia and Chelsea, muttering in a strange tongue to his pet wolves.
<Druidic>It'll be alright girls, it'll be alright. Just stay calm, and everything will be fine.

[Regissoma]

Sieg looks around in the area below decks he is in. His unlucky streak only increasing now, but he knows that thinks can get much worse. He tries to gauge all the other people who boarded the ship with him. Eventually he goes up to each one while the storm goes on to introduce himself hoping that by socializing his nerves will calm down.
He approaches William first, and will go in order to the people he sees.

Hello there sir. My name is Sieg Alsief and I thought it might ease our nerves by talking to each other, but I trust the crew running the ship. Still it is a nasty storm out there, but I am sure we will be fine. Anyway it is nice to meet you. I also see your companions here, they look marvelous. So may I ask what are your names.

[Vhaidara]

Chelsea, the white furred wolf, growls as the man approaches.
<Druidic>Easy girl. He's not an enemy.
William looks up. He is extremely pale, and hasn't been seen on deck during the course of the voyage. At least, not during the day. Any nocturnal resident of the vessel would have noticed him on deck at night, watching the moon wth his wolves.
William Danson, and these are Chelsea and Alessia. I suggest you back away. The ladies are a might on edge, what with the storm.
Alessia, the brown furred beast, lets out a bark, and William goes back to muttering to the wolves in druidic.

[Regissoma]

Sieg nods his head.

It was nice meeting you and your companions regardless.

Sieg walks away and debates to himself if he wants to go up onto deck. He looks around for rope to tie himself down in case his curosity gets the better of him and he goes onto deck.


Search check if needed to find rope: [roll0]

[Rhyvurg]

Ronan staggers to the side of the ship nearby, grabs the rail, and vomits spectacularly into the ocean.

[ChaosArchon]

Draco is in his room, drinking until he forgets how much he hates vehicles but he had to take the ship back to return home. So for now he just had to make due and try to self-medicate until he forgets where he is. "Screw this ship and its bumpy" he stops for a second, his motion sickness almost making his lose his drink,"waves and s^*@" he moans.

[hoplathemightly]

Cletus is seated at a table or a makeshift table since there's really only crates and barrels around. He's doing something with a scale and set of weights, his efforts continuously interrupted by the jostling of the ship. The scene is quite amusing, though it appears that Cletus has patience enough to keep trying.

[Hattish Thing]

Ronan staggers to the side of the ship nearby, grabs the rail, and vomits spectacularly into the ocean.

Ronan's vomit flies overboard, vanishing into the roiling ocean depths. The shouts of men scrambling on deck fill his ears, nearly overpowering the wind. Some material from the deck flies straight past Ronan's head, and it's clear that the upper deck is not the safest place to be right now. Several crew members are struggling with a rope by the starboard side, attempting to hold the damned thing together. On the other side of the vessel, right by Ronan, the ropes tied to the railing begin to snap, tearing off whole section of the railing as the hurricane wind ravages the deck. Rain falls like small pellets against the unprotected skin of the sailors, stinging like hail. Wooden shrapnel bits now fly through the air, as more pieces of the deck are brutally withered away. Unfortunately, that's not even the really frightening part. Ronan will be able to turn around and witness what looks to be an absolutely massive wave, rolling the direction of the ship. A wave that large... It could completely capsize the ship! A guard screams and points, and several rush below deck as their captain ceases his yelling, gazing awe-struck at the terrible behemoth before him.

Ronan need to make a balance check, and a reflex, to avoid falling and getting jabbed with shrapnel.


Sieg nods his head.

It was nice meeting you and your companions regardless.

Sieg walks away and debates to himself if he wants to go up onto deck. He looks around for rope to tie himself down in case his curosity gets the better of him and he goes onto deck.


Search check if needed to find rope: [roll0]


Sieg will easily be able to find some manner of rope, resting atop the barrel. It's sort of wet right now, so it must have been used on deck recently. As Sieg slowly moves to gaze over the thing, and decide what he wants to do with his new discovery, there's suddenly a great shout! Several men come bursting down the ladder to get below. The three land below and begin shouting to all below, panic in their voices. "Everyone, hide! There's a wave! Quick, someone close the hatch before we all drown! COME ON!" The men rush forward now, heading off to lock every last ladder and hatch leading down below deck. Ronan and the others on the upper deck will need to get down here before the hatches are closed, or try their chances with the massive wave. There's a huge crash as the men continue their task, absolutely rocking the entire vessel. Everyone below deck needs to make a balance check to avoid getting hit with something as the ship rolls about, like a toy boat in the massive and hateful ocean void...

[hoplathemightly]

"Seriously? This has got to be..." Cletus' words are cut short as the boat lurches violently sending every bit of loose luggage flying, including his scale and weights! Cletus springs into action trying to recover as much of his beloved set as he is able before it is lost.

Balance check [roll0]
And to save his weights and scale, Reflex Save? [roll1]

[Vhaidara]

As the ship luches, William tumbles forward, rolling a few feet and banging his head. Chelsea, caught in his arm, is also rolled forwards. Alessia, keeping her balance, begins barking loudly.

William: [roll0]
Chelsea: [roll1]

[Regissoma]

Sieg feels the wave crash into the ship and he tries to retain his balance.

[roll0]

[hoplathemightly]

Cletus lands roughly on his back, but manages to catch his weights and scale with his body. He rolls over and quickly throws his pack over his shoulder, stuffing the remnants of his old life safely inside. Flinging his pack back over his shoulder, Cletus rushes to grab ahold of something attached to the groaning ship.


[roll0] nonlethal damage.

[ChaosArchon]

Draco had already been queasy enough with the regular rocking back and forth of the ship, but when it shuddered this time the behemoth of a man fell over himself in his cabin. Despite not being a small man by any means, he still flew across the cabin and slammed his head across the headboard of his bed. However fate continued to conspire against him, because as the ship rocked to and fro, he began to vomit all over his cabin.

[roll0] for damage
yes, Draco does not like transportation one bit how did you know?

[The Vagabond]

Jessica was in her room, trying her best to stay asleep despite the storm swaying her each and every way, her stomach groaning, her head flying in primorial terror, eventually she rose and tried to slowly walk out into the hallway to find someone to bear the storm with, eventually getting thrown through a door into the same room with William, crashing right past him and into the wall.


[roll0]
[roll1]

[Hattish Thing]

The passengers down below are rocked about most magnificently, their beloved materials lost in the depths of the proud yet battered vessel. Barrels roll in the cargo hold, damaging the more sensitive crates. Fruits, long discarded from their open-topped boxes lie bruised upon the ground, closets of wine stand barren, their expensive brewery wasted on the dirty floor, their contents spilled about. Most of the food has been destroyed, along with crates of equipment. However, no human lives have been lost yet. That is, below deck of course. The upper deck suffers the loss of many a crewmen, as shrapnel flies about. Blocks take out crew too busy attempting to keep the sails functioning, and sharp ends of wood impale the unluckiest of the bunch. The foremast cracks loudly, a huge dark mark now visible from below. The sound of croaking wood, screaming in agony as it's stretched to it's limit, fills the panicking ears of those on deck, and even The Captain seems unnerved by the massive stormfront. Ronan gazes upwards, towards the massive and menacing ocean wave before him. It was majestic, in a way. Nature's full and unbridled fury apparent in the dark water, deep and cold enough to quench all life... He cannot think any further on the matter, sadly, for a sharp sliver of wood comes flying by. It's about the size of a shuriken, splintered all over. It slices straight through the side of Ronan's face, lopping off the end of the poor man's ear. Blood spatters, and the piece goes flying past his face, now covered in blood, the tip of his ear dropping unceremoniously to the deck. The pain is terrible, and the salt from the sea only enhances the pain.

Ronan will most likely find himself mewling on the ground, cowering behind the rails as blood drips down him. 1d3

[ChaosArchon]

Draco continues emptying the contents of his stomach in his cabin, but eventually he and his stomach both realize the ship has stopped moving. "Ugghh praise the gods the ship has stopped! Now let's see what's going on above deck... as well as if they have any booze left."

[Vhaidara]

William recovers slowly, and calls Chelsea over to him. Alessia, impeccable in her balance, trots over to join them.
I don't think the ship is supposed to stop. Especially suddenly. And in a storm.

[Hattish Thing]

Then... it hits. The great wave that had spent the first few seconds of it's existence glaring towards the mortals aboard the large wooden vessel begins to fall. It was no veiled threat now, no simply thing promising danger, and wishing it away wouldn't stop it. Now, it was a very real thing. No matter how many crewmen prayed, the wave still came. It smashed against the side of the ship and over, sweeping many men straight off the deck. A large grouping of sharp rocks peeks out of the water, near some kind of beach.

Many of the crew end up smashing onto the rocks, pulled by the force of the wave, breaking their backs. The death toll rises as the wave smashes into men like a hammer, crushing bone and filling lungs with saltwater. The Captain himself is missing by the time the wave passes by, the brave and skilled seaman blown straight over onto a rock. Ronan is safe, for he had collapsed after his ear was severed. The salty ocean water surely stings, however. The most unfortunate thing was yet to come, however. The wave had pushed the ship straight through the coral, and straight into one of the sharpest of rocks. The rock goes straight through the ship, severing the thing right in half, from the bottom of the ship, to the middle.

The upper deck rips in two soon after from the stress. Wood breaks, creaks, and bursts, sending more bits of wood flying. The front half, the one containing most of the supplies, and many crewmen, sinks instantly into the depths, until only the mast that was once horizontal, is now vertical, barely sticking out of the water. The back of the ship is pushed by the wave straight over, the boat capsizing and rolling. Masts break and snap in half, barrels go flying, and passengers inside continue to be pummeled by their own equipment. After the damage has been done, the back half of the ship rests on it's side, facing the beach. Ronan is most likely on the beach now, the first to step upon the mysterious island in front of him.

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Those below deck take more non-lethal damage, and watch in horror as the front of the ship simply rips off. Eventually, you can look out the gaping holes in the ship to see dry sand.

[Vhaidara]

William clutches to the two things one the ship he really cares about: his wolves. As the ship breaks around them, the wolves see an opening. With their master holding tight to them, they rush through an opening and onto the beach. The collapsing ship and the crashing water strike them as they run, but they keep going through the pain.

I'm thinking that I would take nonlethal damage 1 die larger than everyone else (1d6 instead of 1d4, for example) due to the reckless nature of this, but I felt it fit the idea of scared animals. As far as distance, they can get 100ft on a double moves worth, 200 if they're allowed to use a run action.

[Rhyvurg]

Ronan lays on the sand, barely conscious and holding the side of his head. He had no idea where he was, or what happened to the ship. All he knew, was the world had finally stopped moving, ans he was going to stay awake and enjoy it. But prudence wins out in the end, and Ronan gets slowly to his feet, looking for other survivors or the remains of the ship.

[hoplathemightly]

Cletus scrambles on the floor trying to get back to his room, when the large rock gouges the ship only feet in front of him. Creaking and groaning the ship starts to break in two; Cletus watches the rock slowly drift away, flashes of the sky light up and a beach becomes visible. At the same time water starts seeping into the decks below and the ship starts to tilt into the ocean; Cletus scrambles along the floor aiming to grab the jagged lip and jump to the rock before it slips out of view. He pulls himself up and awkwardly leaps at the rock jutting from the sand, his chest slams into the dark mass having misjudged the distance and his fingers scrap wildly to find purchase. A few seconds of panic turns into a moment of rest as the water quells for a moment, Cletus watches a pair of wolves leap through the air towards the beach. "Great. Predators."

[roll0] Non-lethal from hitting the rock.

[ChaosArchon]

As Draco begins to head up to the deck, he sees a massive wave headed the way of the ship. "Oh hell no." he says. However then he sees dry sand, and he dives off of the ship to swim to the island in safety.

When he arrives there, he sets up a small campfire and unleashes a small torrent of flames to dry himself off and keep him warm.

nonlethal damage [roll0]

[Regissoma]

Sieg after being thrown around thought he finally had a break and tried to regain his footing, but no the rough sea had no intention of letting him rest as the big wave hits. After being knocked down once again by what felt to be the biggest wave, Sieg lays where he is till he can regain his heading. Seeing sand through the hole now in the ship he decides to try and make his way there to avoid being on the actual waters of the sea now for it seemed more dangerous than someone holding up a dagger to his throat.

[roll0]

[hoplathemightly]

Cletus slowly makes his way down the rock, moving only when the waters paused their onslaught. Every moment felt like it could be his last, everything was blurry and fading. He has only one goal, reach that single spot of orange in the blackness of night. As he drew near, lightning granting the occasional glimpse of his sandy surroundings, he called out to the figure by the fire. "I need.... help..." Cletus collapses in the sand some twenty feet away, the blackness finally overtaking him.

[Vhaidara]

William, seeing the fire and hearing the call for help, calls upon his heritage to speak to his wolves
<Wolf> Alessia, go pull that man over to the fire. Chelsea, check the beach for any more survivors. And both of you, be careful.
The wolves bark once each, and they move off to perform their duties as William limps towards the fire.

[Rhyvurg]

Ronan collapses next to the fire, groaning. After a minute he speaks up. "Know what the worst part is? We're going to have to get on another boat to get out of here."

[Hattish Thing]

The survivors make their way to the only source of light on the beach, a small fire built from soggy wood and tinder. It isn't much, by any sense of the word. But it's still something better than lying in the cold sea. The storm continues to rage, and blocks of wood have washed up onto the beach, pushed by the great wave. A few barrels, split across their sides, also lie abandoned in the sand. The large back half of the ship offers some small shelter from the torrential rain, and so the fire is built just around the wreck. Rain still hits the area, unfortunately, so Draco will have to do his best to keep the thing working. Several others are collapsed around the fireplace, like moths to the flame. It's comforting in a way, and warm. A welcome change from the cold and panic that surrounded the vessel but three minutes ago. Now the realization will hit you all. You're shipwrecked. Alone, on this strange island. The ship in pieces. Why did it not show up on the map? There's a mountain in the distance, looming over the jungle trees, but not much can be seen about it due to the heavy shade cause by the cloud. A faint mist covers the jungle floor, about two hundred feet away from the campfire's position. What to do....

Chelsea will look about, and see mostly pieces of wood, with the occasional obviously dead crewmember lying face down in the sand. However, occasionally an individual can be found living. The men and women will follow the wolfhound to the campfire, after discovering that the wolf was in fact domesticated. You see no one you recognize though, except for... Hey, who's that? It looks to be the Captain, Salts Mcarg! He's... lying on a rock just past the beach, in the water. He looks like he hit it hard. His smell will be familiar.


((Chaos, make some survival checks!))

[roll0]

This is to see how many passengers can be rounded up.

[Vhaidara]

William gives the captain a weak smile.
Good to see you're alive.
Chelsea pads over to William, and he scratches her ears.
<Wolf> Thank you. You did well.

[The Vagabond]

Jessica eventually wound up next to the fire with everyone else, dazed and confused.
[roll0]
Her head bolted up.
"Holy crap I was in a crash."
She paused for a moment.
"Wow I'm stupid." she commented.
She looked around idly into the fire, before idly singing a song, her eyes puffy and red, her voice heavy and forced.
She slowly got up, and began to kick the fire...
Wherein it set her on fire.
Predictably, this didn't go well, as she bolted into the seas while screaming in terror over being on fire.

[Rhyvurg]

"As nice as the fire is, we need to get inland. The forest will be better shelter from the weather, and if another wave like that comes up it'll cover this whole beach."

[Vhaidara]

The wolves patrol the shore, bringing small pieces of wood back to use as fuel for the fire. William, meanwhile, watches the clearly insane girl kick the fire. As she runs to extinguish her foot, he looks across at Draco.
I fear she won't last long here.

[ChaosArchon]

Draco continues to periodically unleash a thin stream of flames to keep the fire alight. In between his fireballs he says to the crowd assembled,"Name's Draco, how bout the rest of you?"

[Vhaidara]

William Danson. And these ladies are Alessia and Chelsea.

Vagabond, if you're making a purely roll post, put it in the OoC.

[The Vagabond]

She stumbled back to the group, as she sat down by the fire soaking wet.
She bolted back into sanity when draco lit the fire again.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Jessica."

Apologies, I thought I did.

[Regissoma]

Sieg after trying to gathering whatever he can get heads back to the fire where he hears everyone introducing themselves. He places any firewood he finds in a small pile, and all other things he finds ina pile next to the firewood. He then comes sit by the fire to warm up a bit before doing anything else

We should really try to get out of the rain, but it can be bad to set foot inside the jungle at this time. Ah sorry was talking to myself there, names Sieg Alsief it's nice to meet you all.

[Rhyvurg]

"Nah, this is a great time, everything's hunkered down out of the storm, and with all this rain and wind nothin'll hear us moving around. Call me Ronan. Soon as this clears up, we'll need to start looking for food. I can handle that. The wolves'll keep most things away, nothing will approach a predator's scent, unless it's a bigger predator. Anyone who's feeling brave can try to search the wreckage for supplies, but there might be sharks in that water."

[The Vagabond]

Jessica nodded, poking at her mildly burned leg.
"Yeah. We'll do that tomarrow..."
She continued to sit by the fire.
"So... What do you all do? I'm a bard." she said, looking around at the son-of-a-dragon who's race she didn't know the name of, and everyone else there. "Sorry if it's intruding, I'm just, you know, shocked. With the crashing and such." she said.

[Vhaidara]

William smiles at Ronan's assertion about the wolves.
You assume the creatures here know the scent of wolf. That said, I think we need to get a damage report among the survivors. Who has injuries that might prove fatal, and whose injuries are just bumps and bruises. I, for one, am in the bumps and bruises category.
He looks around, counting survivors.
We're going to need fresh water. I can go inland to try and find a river or something, if I'm not needed here.

[The Vagabond]

"Well, I accidentally set my leg on fire. Wasn't that bad, but still, I set my leg on fire." she said idly.
"And I'm willing to go and try to help with finding fresh water. Whether I'll be of any use is another question."

[Rhyvurg]

"Tomorrow? No way ma'am, I'm getting started tonight so we can have something in the morning to give us some energy. Might not be much, but a few bites is better than nothing. Can't promise meat though." He nods at the wolves.

[Vhaidara]

William chuckles.
Well, I can guarantee food for tonight, unless anyone objects to dried meat.
He pats the packs strapped to the wolves.
I had to bring enough meat for them to last the voyage. Gimme a second.
He grabs three pieces of driftwood, and his eyes glaze over and he chants a few words.
Scio, Didici, Pecto!
A moment later, he places the driftwood in an arrow.
North.

Yeah, I have 4 weeks worth of dried meat in my wolves packs. Which will feed a group this big for about a day. But it's salted meat, so we still need water.
Casting Know Direction and marking which way is north.

[Regissoma]

Sieg looks around.

Well I can start foraging for food and water with you guys. We are going to need a lot of supplies anyway for all these people so the more people to help the better.

Sieg looks toward the jungle

Should we travel in pairs just in case?

[ChaosArchon]

"I can always boil the water to purify it, so any water source should be fine. But I must confess survival situations like this isn't something I have much experience. As for what I do, I am a man trained in the ways of the dragons, as well as something of a holy man. I was headed to meet my master when this ship wreck happened... he is going to kill me if I ever get off this island," Draco chuckles as he sends another stream of flames to keep the fire alive.

[hoplathemightly]

After a couple of hours of complete blackness, a spark of light and recognition ignites Cletus' mind. He stirs briefly and opens his eyes, gazing at the night sky and it's current cloudy yet starry nature. Then the light and the heat from the fire registers and he turns his head to consider the fire, there's a strange man tending it, occasionally shooting small licks of flame from his mouth to keep it alight in the muggy air and wet sand. Cletus rolls over on his side and sits up, "Where am I? Who are you? How did we get here, wait.... was there a wreck?" Cletus pauses momentarily, considering this possibility, it all seemed fuzzy and uncertain. As if the memories weren't entirely there, or maybe they just didn't fit properly. "My back is killing me, what the hell happened?"

[The Vagabond]

"Well, Draco, so far you're doing better than me." she chuckled. "But I'm gonna try to see if I can find any water with Sieg, that meat won't keep forever." she said.
Looking over to Cletus she stumbled back for a moment.
"Uh... Don't suppose anyone will handle him?" she asked.

[Rhyvurg]

Ronan starts rearranging people around the fire, moving them closer together to make a windbreak and to better shelter the flame from the rain, as well as helping Cletus over to the group and stoking the fire to make it larger and hotter. It's not much, but soon everyone is somewhat less miserable.

[Vhaidara]

William stands and begins tacking the packs off of the wolves
Alright, well, I'm going hunting.
When he says the word hunting, Alessia and Chelsea's ears perk up

[Rhyvurg]

"It's dangerous to go alone, here take this." Holds out a stick.

Ronan chews on some dried meat. "We'll wait for you to get back to look for shelter."

[hoplathemightly]

Cletus shakes his head, trying to recall the events that lead him here. "Seriously, does anyone know what happened? We were on a ship right? .... that one?" Cletus points to the remains of the ship still wedged in the shore.

[Vhaidara]

William nods.
We were. It crashed. I'm going to find food and water.
He begins to run inland, his pack at his heels.

William Foraging: [roll0]
Alessia Aid: [roll1] (+2 more if you judge scent to be relevant)
Chelsea Aid: [roll2] (+2 more if you judge scent to be relevant)

Also, while they're out, if they find anything with blood, William will feed.

[The Vagabond]

Jessica watched as he ran off, and clumsily began to run after him.
"Hey! Wait, I'm coming to help!"

[roll0]

[Hattish Thing]

William gives the captain a weak smile.
Good to see you're alive.
Chelsea pads over to William, and he scratches her ears.
<Wolf> Thank you. You did well.

With a gasp and a sputter, the Captain acknowledges the existence of another human being. He tries to rise from his lonely rock by the beach, but howls up in pain at the movement. It's clear he has some kind of back injury. There's even a bit of blood seeping out onto the small rock, dripping out of a large laceration at his back. Eventually, two of the surviving passengers out of the twenty-nine swim and walk over to the rock, helping heave the injured man up, and carrying him over. The old and obviously quite damaged Captain now relies on the shoulders and arms of two large men, obviously sailors, as seen by their badge and bandana. Salts legs dribble behind him, completely unusable. His navy longcoat is ripped, and his hat is long lost to the sea. He seems sort of delirious, his eyes wildly gazing all over the place, murmuring nothingness under his breath. The Captain has been paralyzed from the waist down, and a large disc of wood has been embedded in his back. It's not bleeding right now much, due to the wood acting as a cork of sorts. But it's bad. Really bad. Eventually, a small wooden plank is gathered and Captain Mcargy is placed on his side, so the two sailors can inspect the wound. It's horrid.


Sieg after trying to gathering whatever he can get heads back to the fire where he hears everyone introducing themselves. He places any firewood he finds in a small pile, and all other things he finds ina pile next to the firewood. He then comes sit by the fire to warm up a bit before doing anything else

We should really try to get out of the rain, but it can be bad to set foot inside the jungle at this time. Ah sorry was talking to myself there, names Sieg Alsief it's nice to meet you all.

There's not much of any use gathered about on the beach. A small crate of apples can be found though, mostly undamaged. Thirty delicious looking apples are inside, along with about ten bruised and battered apples. Well, at least now the group has some sort of fresh fruit, right? That's a very good thing! A woman in a soaked dress will help Sieg carry the crate, for his arms will most likely be full of firewood scavenged. Sixteen of the survivors have banded together, and are beginning to set up a small fire across from the campfire Draco set up. They're having some trouble, and many of them seem to be glaring over at the opposite camp, jealous of their placement. They didn't have a large chunk of wood blocking away the rain, after all.


"Nah, this is a great time, everything's hunkered down out of the storm, and with all this rain and wind nothin'll hear us moving around. Call me Ronan. Soon as this clears up, we'll need to start looking for food. I can handle that. The wolves'll keep most things away, nothing will approach a predator's scent, unless it's a bigger predator. Anyone who's feeling brave can try to search the wreckage for supplies, but there might be sharks in that water."

So, conversation will be initiated here, and the survivors can discuss plans for a little while. More and more survivors approach this small campfire. A few hardy looking dwarven women move over here, intent on fixing up the place. An elven man and his young girl limp over, politely asking to be included in the camp. Five sailors move to join their injured Captain, trying their best to comfort the wounded man. Perhaps the party ought to do something about his injury? Try and find a way to help? The Captain may have some valuable information as to where everything was located on the Forward Unto Dawn, therefore knowledge of where things he could recovered. There's no sign of the quartermaster. One of the dwarven women speaks up. "Blast it... If I just had my tool belt, I could make us a right shelter. There's children out here... We need blankets. And my tools!" She frowns before introducing herself, and the dwarf behind her. Both of them share fiery red hair, though the quieter one does seem quite a bit prettier than the loud one. "I'm Gyra. This fine lass beside me is m'sis, Rosie. She don't talk much. I was a carpenter, so this stuff should come easy. I just need my materials." She gazes towards the Captain. "What happened to that poor sod? That's the Captain, right?"



After a couple of hours of complete blackness, a spark of light and recognition ignites Cletus' mind. He stirs briefly and opens his eyes, gazing at the night sky and it's current cloudy yet starry nature. Then the light and the heat from the fire registers and he turns his head to consider the fire, there's a strange man tending it, occasionally shooting small licks of flame from his mouth to keep it alight in the muggy air and wet sand. Cletus rolls over on his side and sits up, "Where am I? Who are you? How did we get here, wait.... was there a wreck?" Cletus pauses momentarily, considering this possibility, it all seemed fuzzy and uncertain. As if the memories weren't entirely there, or maybe they just didn't fit properly. "My back is killing me, what the hell happened?"

Cletus will have had a bizarre dream as he was knocked out. He'll have remembered only a few strange things pertaining to it. A temple, shrouded in mist remains etched in his mind, it's thick stone falling apart, the doors lying on the ground, ripped open by some large thing. A long wooden bridge, some destroyed tower across the other side, hidden around a mountain. Broken trees, ripped up shrubbery, and a scream of help. Blood, blood everywhere. A rain, to wash it all away. Finally, the last bit of information recalled by the disturbing dream will have been a strange holographic mirage, clearly magical in nature, whispering the same horrific statement again and again. "It's evil. The place is cursed. Cursed. Cursed. What have... What have I done..." It's unnerving, but probably just brought on by stress. ...Right?


William stands and begins tacking the packs off of the wolves
Alright, well, I'm going hunting.
When he says the word hunting, Alessia and Chelsea's ears perk up

And so, William sets off into the jungle, Jessica rushing behind him. As he approaches the jungle, something will seem... off. The place is dark, yes, and the vines and shrubs thick. Everything about this place radiates a bizarre energy. Perhaps William was still sort of in shock. There's no real solid path, and the vines are difficult to navigate through. Eventually, however, he'll be able to find an area barren enough to enter. Tall trees populate the area, and small coconuts can be seen at the tops, lit by the pale moonlight. It's not a terrible place, really. Just... sot of puts you on your guard. The sound of june bugs and crickets will fill his ears, and mosquitos fly about everywhere due to the recent rain. How deep will he go?

[Rhyvurg]

Ronan looks over the Captain's injuries. "We'll need bandages and somewhere to work before we can risk taking that out, best we can do for now is try to keep him warm and dry. In the morning we can work on stripping the wreckage for planks and finding a place to build real shelter. I'm okay with wounds, but this...is a little beyond me."

[The Vagabond]

"This feels... Odd. Freaky... I wonder if we're in a horror story... " she said as she followed William, stumbling after him.
She paused, and asked, "Are you a druid? If so, I don't suppose you could, I don't know, magic up some sort of wooden dagger or something? Something to defend myself with?..."

[Vhaidara]

William grits his teeth. Of course, of all the people to follow him, it was the woman who set her own foot on fire. As he walks, he looks for a broken branch. First one he finds, he takes for himself. Second one he tosses back to Jessica.
Nature's own armaments, for those who need them.
Considering the thickness of the jungle, William decides it would be best to not go too far He does his best to keep count of time, and goes, at most, about fifteen minutes into the jungle.

Okay, clubs and quarterstaves can simply be sticks that are picked up off the ground. That's what I'm going for.

I'd say William has a solid enough sense of time, so I'd give him a 5 minute range for the time he spends going inland, trying to follow signs that show fresh water.

[hoplathemightly]

Cletus throws his pack over his shoulder, undoing the tie loop and rummaging around aiming for the bottom. "Uh, I have some tools, I'm not much of a carpenter, smith actually, but I think some of these tools could help you build some shelter for us. Can I help you with anything, I learn quickly." Cletus pulls forth a satchel pack, he slips the leather tie off and unfurls the satchel. Inside are tongs, hammers of varying sizes, small molds, chisels, punches, clamps and even a small torque. Cletus looks up to Gyra, "Sorry, no nails, screws or that sort of thing, though if I have some iron and a very hot fire I could throw together a forge and make some for more permanent structures."

Since I have a masterwork Artisan's tool set for a smith I imagine that our carpenter could use them but not get the +2 bonus since they're not meant for carpentry.

[The Vagabond]

"Thanks, this'll be useful." she said, continuing to walk forward.
She looked around for any animal tracks and or water.
"So. How are you?"

[roll0]

[Hattish Thing]

Cletus throws his pack over his shoulder, undoing the tie loop and rummaging around aiming for the bottom. "Uh, I have some tools, I'm not much of a carpenter, smith actually, but I think some of these tools could help you build some shelter for us. Can I help you with anything, I learn quickly." Cletus pulls forth a satchel pack, he slips the leather tie off and unfurls the satchel. Inside are tongs, hammers of varying sizes, small molds, chisels, punches, clamps and even a small torque. Cletus looks up to Gyra, "Sorry, no nails, screws or that sort of thing, though if I have some iron and a very hot fire I could throw together a forge and make some for more permanent structures."


Since I have a masterwork Artisan's tool set for a smith I imagine that our carpenter could use them but not get the +2 bonus since they're not meant for carpentry.

Gyra frowns down at him as he does so, running a hand through her wet hair. She murmurs something to her quieter sister, and the prettier one looks rummages about her pockets, before finding a spare braid. The two have a short exchange, before Gyra places the braid over her long hair. She nods some more as he pulls the satchel out, clearly impressed with the man. "Hmph... these aren't ideal, really. But I think they'd work fer what I had in mind! Thanks there, Cletus, I think it was? I think I talked to ye a tad on the boat. Hmm." She slowly looks over the tools, gripping the hammer up and slowly moving to bash it against one section of the large ship, on it's side before them. "Ooh. That's a good sound... Alright, yeah, these will work I suppose. I know there's nails and such somewhere in the ship. I've seen 'em! In a barrel. Or, I can go rummaging through the planks we've gathered and just get the nails out of 'em. Well... Hm. Actually, I can't do that till we've decided whether or not we want a permanent shelter!" There's a flash of lightning, and a booming roll of thunder overhead, and the trees near the beach roll about in the cold wind. It's... unnerving.


"Thanks, this'll be useful." she said, continuing to walk forward.
She looked around for any animal tracks and or water.
"So. How are you?"

[roll0]

Sure enough, sticks of various sizes can be used as weapons. Not very efficient ones though. They function as a regular club or quarterstaff depending on their weight, but due to being, well, sticks, they tend to break after frequent use. So, after six hits, the weapons break. One would need a carpenter or blacksmith to truly fix these weapons up. But for now, they'll do. There's not many tracks about this area, oddly enough. No bird calls in the trees. Just the whoosh of leaves and shrubs and trees bending against the powerful wind. However, after about ten minutes of searching, feet can be discovered! They look to be cloven, and made by some fat or naturally heavy animal with four legs. It's walking forward, for some reason. Who knows where they might lead, but they are getting a tad deep into the jungle, and it is nighttime.

[Vhaidara]

William kneels by the tracks, studying them and memorizing them.
<Druidic> Come on girls, get the scent. Remember it.
The wolves sniff around the track for a minute, then look up at William, ready for the chase.
<Druidic> Not yet.
He looks back to Jessica
We should get back to shore before it gets dark.
And he sets off back the way they came.

[hoplathemightly]

Cletus stands up after closing his pack and slinging it over his shoulder, the crisp and damp air bearing in on his skin, bringing goosebumps up. "Sounds like a good start, I'm a little achey still but I think I can help you rummage through the ships's remains. Maybe we can salvage more than just nails, wood and scrap."

[ChaosArchon]

"I'll remain here and keep the fire going, that way it will be ready when we all need it," Draco replies in between his flames.

[The Vagabond]

She stares at the trail.
"Well... Here's hoping it doesn't fade too badly." she said.
On the way back, she idly hummed a song to see if she could lift her spirits.
[roll0]
Her melodic voice flowed through the forest, almost enchanting everyone in the area.

[Hattish Thing]

William kneels by the tracks, studying them and memorizing them.
<Druidic> Come on girls, get the scent. Remember it.
The wolves sniff around the track for a minute, then look up at William, ready for the chase.
<Druidic> Not yet.
He looks back to Jessica
We should get back to shore before it gets dark.
And he sets off back the way they came.


She stares at the trail.
"Well... Here's hoping it doesn't fade too badly." she said.
On the way back, she idly hummed a song to see if she could lift her spirits.
[roll0]
Her melodic voice flowed through the forest, almost enchanting everyone in the area.

And so, the unlikely pair of hunters will make their way back to the beach, and back to the others. With the wolves now completely sure of the scent, and with William making sure to remember the track, the group should be able to gather some sort of food by the morrow. As the pair walks back, through the dank and heavy jungle, the melodic hum of William's companion echoes. It's quite a nice song, really, but it certainly attracted the attention of everything in the area, for better or for worse. The group will easily make it back with the others.


Cletus stands up after closing his pack and slinging it over his shoulder, the crisp and damp air bearing in on his skin, bringing goosebumps up. "Sounds like a good start, I'm a little achey still but I think I can help you rummage through the ships's remains. Maybe we can salvage more than just nails, wood and scrap."

Gyra frowns and sighs deeply, flicking a raindrop off her freckled nose. "Hmm. I suppose. I don't think we should be rummaging through the wreck now, for the storm's still raging. We'd end up washed about and thrown like toys! Hmm. The second half of the ship was the one with most of the food... But I don't even know where it sank, I was too busy trying to survive..."

[Vhaidara]

I found tracks, but no luck with fresh water so far.
He looks around at the others.
I have good night vision because of my heritage. If anyone else would care to join me, I might go back out and see if I can catch some food while it's sleeping.

[The Vagabond]

Jessica stares at him in surprise, "Uh... that's not particularly nice." she said- "I'm not saying to stop, no, not at all, I'm just, I'll... I'll just shut up now." she said, as she sat down idly, lying in the sand.

[hoplathemightly]

Cletus shrugs, more time to rest. "In the morning then, I'll get some sleep then and hopefully be one hundred percent by morning, any idea what time it is?" Cletus settled down, taking his artisan's tools back once Gyra had finished examining them and placing them back in his pack. He settles down in the sand and drifts off to sleep.

[Rhyvurg]

"I'm inclined to agree, sleep will do us more good than food for now. We have rations, we'll be able to get a start on food and shelter tomorrow."