Ruin's Serpent's Skull IC

[Ruin Explorer]

Prologue:
On-board the Jenivere

The Jenivere, a large, Wyvren-class, merchant ship, is making its customary voyage from Magnimar to Eleder, a route that Captain Alizandru Kovack's family has been running for generation. After stopping at the ports of Kintargo, Pezzack, Corentyn, Ilizmagorti, Ollo, Quent, Port Peril, Bloodcove, and Senghor, the Jenivere is ready to make it's last leg of its voyage across Desperation Bay. Eleder is just a few days off.

Regardless of where you boarded, as passengers, you were welcomed aboard by a young man dressed in sea-faring leather, tanned, and with flowing, black hair. He kindly introduces himself as the first mate, Alton Devers. Upon taking your payment for the voyage, he discusses the rules of the ship, including when meals are served, and has one of the other crewmen take your cabin.

The crew, since leaving Magnimar, spends most of the day performing their daily duties: raising sails, clearing the decks, keeping lookout. At port, they load and unload various trade goods. When off duty, the crew can be found conversing with each other and with passengers. Some passengers are less receptive than others. While sailing, Captain Kovack keeps carousing to a minimum.

Thus far, the voyage has been a fair one. The weather has been favorable, minus a few days of rain. There have been no incidents with pirates in the Shackles. Even the passage near the windy Eye of Abendego caused little trouble. What has been lackluster are the cook's meals, mainly consisting of watery soups.


Aerys Mavato: This severe half-elven woman boarded in Port Peril, where she immediately got into a scrape with a crude sailor. She spends most of her time in her bunk, seeming to purposefully avoid fraternizing with the ship’s other passengers.
Gelik Aberwhinge: A sharply dressed gnome from Magnimar, Gelik spends much of his time writing in the ships’ common areas, and takes every opportunity to tell long-winded stories, boast of past journeys, or quip about anything in his field of view.
Ieana: A bookish Varisian scholar who tends to keep to herself, Ieana is traveling to Sargava to explore the ancient ruins there. Rumors aboard the ship alternately suggest that she’s the Jenivere’s owner, a Chelish agent, or Captain Kovack’s secret lover. Ieana keeps mostly to Herself, and grows more intent on her studies with each mile the ship travels closer to Eleder.
Ishirou: A scruffy human of Tian heritage, Ishirou boarded at Bloodcove and waits to reach Sargava with a quiet eagerness. Aloof but not rude, he gives the impression of one who has had a hard life but find himself currently without direction.
Jask Derindi: A prisoner loaded aboard in Corentyn, Captain Kovack sees to this taciturn human’s needs with curt courtesy, but insists he be left alone, sequestered in the ship’s brig.
Sasha Nevah: This red-haired human boarded the Jenivere in Ilizmagorti. Since leaving Mediogalti Island, the woman’s somber demeanor has gradually faded, revealing a boisterous and optimistic personality. None have yet questioned her about her missing left pinky finger.


Although you may have interacted with each other and the other passengers before this point, I'd like to allow you time to talk introduce your character more and to talk with NPCs, if you desire.

[GOALentertain]

Zromos is a quiet ratfolk who mostly keeps to himself, but he would be interested in some company and would be receptive if any of the crew or passengers talked with him.

He would likely have talked to Gelik about what the gnome is writing and listened to his tales.

As a scholar who tends to keep to himself, he would have felt a certain kinship with Ieana, but probably wouldn't have talked with her much unless she seemed interested in talking with him. He would have been interested in her studies.

If Hunter showed an interest in talking with Zromos, the two may have developed a report, although Zromos isn't really sure why the ranger would be interested in friendship with him.

Zromos and Marius may have bonded over arcane study and the similarities between magic and alchemy.

[Ruin Explorer]

Zromos is a quiet ratfolk who mostly keeps to himself, but he would be interested in some company and would be receptive if any of the crew or passengers talked with him.

He would likely have talked to Gelik about what the gnome is writing and listened to his tales.

As a scholar who tends to keep to himself, he would have felt a certain kinship with Ieana, but probably wouldn't have talked with her much unless she seemed interested in talking with him. He would have been interested in her studies.


Gelik Aberwhinge welcomes your conversation. YThe finely dressed gnome says that he's working on stories of his past adventures. You notice that his fingers are stained with ink. "If you don’t have ink stains on your fingers, no one will take your writing seriously—and they’d be right not to!", he says regarding them. Gelik energetically goes into a story about looking for lost Thassilonian artifacts in Varisia. The story, though long-winded, is expressive, immersive, and witty. As he comes to the end of the story, one the crewmen happens to be walking by, trips, and spills the bucket of dirty, soapy water over himself. Gelik laughs at the crewman's misfortune. "First time on a boat, matey?" The crewman grumbles, but knows better than to start something with one of the passengers. He walks off to clean up.

Ieana keep mostly to herself. In brief conversation, she mentions that she studies cultures ancient and current.

[Starbuck_II]

Hunter is friendly when he can with others. So he would try to find others to talk to. Upon seeing Zromos he would try to chat the ratfolk up. He would likely sense the vermin-like mind of the two even if Zromos doesn't realize his connection.

He would try to talk to the Tian Ishirou, because he too if now without direction. He just knows he must stay on the run.

He would be wary of Sasha Nevah, as she came from the same island. What if she is in on the hit contact? But then again he would try to be friendly as she might be on the run too.

[sithdrummer]

June Davenport is serious, perhaps to a fault. She is almost always mirthless, though not in a hostile manner. If anything, it seems as though she is driven - called for some purpose, ambitious to achieve it - and anything that gets in the way, whether casual conversation or raucous celebration, isn't scorned so much as it is ignored. The only time this rule appears to be broken is when storytelling is going on; she listens intently and occasionally shares one of her own. This is, most probably, due to her colonial Sargavan heritage, where storytelling is commonplace and carries a certain reverence.

In spite of this, she has developed a rather amiable relationship with the crew. This likely stems from two places. First, Thomas Ayatt and the rest of the Jenivere crew would know that she boarded in the Silver City of Kintargo very early in the voyage. As such, she has been on board longer than almost all of the other passengers; only Gelik and Ieana have been on the ship longer. Second, and perhaps more importantly, she appears to have a strong desire to help and pull her own weight. During the voyage, she has used her divine connection with the Master of the First Vault to purify and maintain the crew's supply of food and water, and even to treat the occasional sickness and help stave off heat exhaustion. She did this as part of an agreement she'd made with Captain Kovack in order to mitigate the cost of the long voyage, but nevertheless she has become a valued, unofficial "crew member" by this point in time.

During the voyage, June has become fast friends with fellow storyteller Gerik, trading concise Sargavan tales with his long Magnimarian yarns. She and Ieana have spoken a handful of times about the ruins littered throughout the jungles surrounding Eleder, and the possible relics to be discovered there; they have developed a friendly relationship, though June has suspected on at least one occasion that Ieana was attempting to probe her for information known more to locals.

June's relationship with Alexandria Aldori Del Kalvrine Irral IV is unusual, to say the least. On the one hand, Alexandria's personality is very nearly the antithesis of June's; the former is (apparently) slothful, a hedonist, and chaos embodied, while the latter prides herself on her discipline and adherence to order. While June pushes to expand civilization, it seems that Alexandria wants to undermine the very concept of civility itself. And yet, the legacy and heritage this young woman presents is a testament to the hierarchical way of things that June reveres so greatly, and the presence of another young woman on a ship crewed mostly by men is appreciated as well. It will be interesting to see where this volatile affiliation goes.

[Athaleon]

Marius is a wide-eyed and jumpy young man, clearly out of his element and in over his head. Though he did board in Port Peril he is certainly not a pirate, nor a sailor of any kind. While he spends little time in his bunk, preferring to stay on the deck or in otherwise common areas, he rarely approaches anyone. On the other hand he talks eagerly—even babbling with nervous energy—to anyone who initiates a conversation. Anyone who can recognize a Chelish accent will notice it right away.

He has conversed often with Zromos, as they share a mutual interest due to the close relationship between arcane magic and alchemy (the latter of which Marius is a student of). He has tolerated Gelik's stories longer than most, seemingly grateful for the company or at the very least the distraction. He has not talked to the other passengers or crew for any particular length.

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

Thomas almost always has a smile on his face. When at work he sings along with his work. When not working he performs and speaks with many of the passengers. He would seek out Ishirou, Sasha & Gelik to learn of their experiences. He would certainly have spoken with June often as well.

[Mornings]

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The supple leather of her finely polished boots contrasted the marred carbauxine-treated dermal molds of her footware's soles. Her lazy steps raked the wooden deck carelessly as she dragged her feet, leaving scuff marks across the deck's walking ways. Her gait was unusual, leaning to one side harder than the other, with a Pidgeon-sway in her hips even though she did not bother lifting her feet as she went. Like many things, her attention and interest had all but faded away - It had been interesting at first. An adventure all her own. It had been exciting, the first 15 days. Interesting for another 60. Manageable for the next 20.. but now she had become disenchanted with the voyage, the ship, even the crew. The same faces, over and over, her memory was often very selective so she couldn't even recall their names - but the appeal had taken flight, she didn't even bother trying to mask her lethargy. She didn't want to hear more boring stories of uninspired glory, play music, or hear about the feats of the Thassilonian Empire. The prattling of the so called 'scholars' and historians was tiring, perhaps it was simply a topic of reverence for Varisians'. She had greater interest in the cultures which actually had some manner of influence upon the development of the modern world, not a crusty ancient culture which had been deleted from the face of the earth by their strange-alien overlords. Nothing remaining of Thassilon fit within the scope of modern Golarion, it was so different, so strange - all its own, with only empty ruins devoid of any association or kinship with those cultures and peoples that existed today. There were no Azlanti peoples left, no cultures remaining to display the heritage of their existence, despite what the Chellish citizens might claim. There was nothing remaining; all that remained was distant and unrelated to the esoteric empire of Xin. Only misfortune seemed to spring up in the wake of the ruins of those creations left behind. All she could do was shake her head dismissively at them, they were playing with forces they did not understand. Her experiences with Andel Gesseran chronicling for the Society had taught her that much, if it was her choice she would restrict such research to the Society. At least the Pathfinders had to answer to someone and walked a line, who did these common folk answer to? No one, not yet, but the New Iobarian Empire would rise again with time. Those were mistakes she could remedy in due course. She would make the research of Thassilon restricted to all but state-endorsed magistrates and scholars. Such volatile relics of an apocalyptic past should not be toyed with, least some tragedy befall the peoples of the land who would always be the first ones to suffer. Her people had suffered enough, she wouldn't let the carelessness and curiosity of a stranger harm one of her subjects.

She sauntered her way down the deck, with a placid expression plastered across her face. She spun one of the long and rich silken cords of chartreuse which lay carefully wound in a decorative fashion across the ludicrously lavish pair of swords which hung at her side. The long weapon chords ended in exceptionally detailed clear glassteel orbs cast in a shade of shamrock and depicting the founding of the capital of Orlov between the sister houses of Korya and Irral - etched with painstaking detail and then cast in silver accents upon the small sphere. She spun the thing in a circle absent-mindedly like a toy, despite the history it represented and the craftsmenship or value which it possessed. Though she had gone by the name Alexria Del during the voyage, deciding to forgo her name and title in favor of her more catchy sounding persona, she didn't bother changing her appearance in the slightest. The great Iobarian mantle across her back and the gold-bronze house-silgil's upon either side of her shoulders was a clear enough indication of her social status, and all the more evident to any loyal citizen of Brevoy who could recognize the royal seal of House Irral. Within her other hand she held her over-adorned umbrella, a device of hybrid woven cashmere-canvas treated with a mint scented oil-wax finish and colored in a combination of juniper and sage - Green, like most of her other possessions. The highly polished black of the sun-veil's ebony handle and struts were carved with careful work, allowing the arms of each joint to function independently yet retain the dense durability of the material. The sun was bothersome to her fair skin, and she'd no intention of looking like the burnt men who tended to the rigging. Though she dragged her feet like a spoiled child, and though she had refrained from even using her full name, she secreted the aura of some posh and pompous royal - her lazy devil-may-care attitude seeming to breath a life of its own into her persona, as if she were the walking scion of spoiled and detestable nobility envisioned by most common-born peoples.

The spinning chord whistled in its wide circle, the 4ft excess length was entirely unnecessary and simply served as yet another gaudy-bit of attire to compliment the complete picture. Her eyes lazily scanned the ship deck. She glanced at June, boring. She couldn't find a point to speak to the woman, but she did admire her sense of duty and rigor. She would have made a fine subject, but at the same time she had no particular fondness for talk of the gods. After all most clergy didn't even know her deity... Such was the way of the world. As the only other woman on the ship, hers was a name she could at least recall. However, the same could not be said of - her gaze paused for a second on the musically inclined young man. That one. They'd played music together for awhile, but even that had lost its appeal. It was the diversity and foreign forms of expression which so called to her ears, but with some hundred days or-so on the same boat, the fascination was replaced by a sense of indifference. Boring. The rugged looking man whom she had never bothered to speak had an appearance much too mundane to draw any measure of attention. His step was too heavy, but his hands were strong and looked like they might have held a weapon once - but that familiar tingle didn't surface, that fire which called to her draw her sword again. The gnarly looking Tian man looked like he was more than stoic personality and grit. His posture was good, complimented by his balance and a strong arm. She was certain he could fight with a sword and was tempted to challenge him to a duel, but having been formally educated she was well aware of the cultural implications of a duel to many Tian cultures. Unlike many of the sportly duels found in Avistan, their duels usually ended when one man lay dead and the living could call himself victor. She had no intention of fighting to the death over a matter of sport, nor tarnishing a man's honor for her own entertainment - unless it was particularly good entertainment. The lizardbrain inkling within her brain that had guided her hand in combat for so long told her she could best the man in single combat, overwhelmingly so. Of course, she had been wrong before - but the motivation to find out just wasn't there. His was not the face of a refined swordsman, it was the face of a warrior. The battlefield was in no sense similar to a simple battle of skill. Her eyes passed over the rat-creature not bothering to look at the hideous beast. Plague perpetuated by vermin had been killing her people for thirty-six-hundred years. Her open disgust for every manner of vermin be they rat or folk of the wretched things was no secret. Such creatures were put to the sword in her lands. It was the cycle of things, her ancestors had blamed the forests and cyclops ruins for the Tearplague, then they blamed foreigners. But it was simple knowledge today that disease was carried by such foul creatures, least they be magical or otherwise. Her poor people who still wandered The Lake of Mists and Veils, or still resided within Okormirr would have murdered the creature without question - Such was their state, they had fallen into a culture of barbarism, while the more sensible would have driven the creature out. The creature was unpleasant to be sure, but by no means did that justify the cruelty of her more estranged peoples. Slowly those wounds would need to be tended to in order to return civility to those desolate places which spotted her country.

The last man, her gaze came upon was particularly familiar. Though she hadn't bothered to speak with him, simply because of the unsettled and disquieting tone in his eyes. She didn't know where he boarded, but it surely wasn't Magnimar, or she wouldn't have had to listen to the prattling of the vexing little gnome. The man was scruffy, burnt by the sun and looked as if he might try to hide himself if approached by too many people at once. Yet, his posture and step betrayed the natural skill in his hands. The sword at his side was not simply for looks. Evidently unrefined, the signs were still drawn upon his feet and nimble gestures. The young men who had been accepted as freshmen apprentices into the Aldoren School - young men she taught to fight, they often looked like him. Though this particular young-man had an air of simple natural talent about him, rather than simple skill at arms. She smiled from under her ostentatious parasol at the man, nodding wordlessly as she continued on her way. Her mind was still thinking like an Aldori, still caught within that net, seeking new talent and skill to bring into the fold. Yet, right now she wasn't that woman, she was Alexria Del. There would be years, time aplenty for that kind of work. Right now she'd left to serve her own ends, her own needs. To be selfish. She opened the door and passed below deck.

She let her eyes adjust for a moment before continuing on. In the last few days she'd found a new source of entertainment in an unexpected place... She lowed the umbrella, slowly and carefully closing it and fixing it shut with a band of fabric which clasped the device closed. Using it as a cane, she sauntered forward and down a set of steep steps still spinning the chord-end in her left hand. She'd simply been wandering about the ship to explore, as she had nothing better to do - when she discovered him. She opened the heavy wooden door, which had previously been locked. It had taken nearly a half-hour to unlock the damned thing without simply breaking it. The chamber was a somewhat long room with half covered behind a screen of bars and sub-divided into three smaller cells. It was the brig. She smiled brightly as she looked upon the room's sole occupant, a strong looking Sargavan man. Each time she saw the man, she thought she had perhaps remembered his name, but instead simply ended up inventing a new name to call the man.

She walked across the room to rest her parasol against the bars without any forethought, before removing her mantle and placing it upon the stool nearby. There was only one of the seats available, and thus further suggested the ship did not have a particular need for guards. Though there was no escape when adrift upon open sea, still, all of that was hardly even a passing thought upon her sporadic mind. "Jansi, my good friend. How fairs your hours? I could not imagine being bound and alone in such boring quarters, so I've come to provide some measure of reprieve." She set down the leather bag which was under her mantle and upon her back. She unhitched a large wineskin from its side, taking a swig of the sweet-tangy alcohol. She passed the large skin through the bars. "Have a drink my friend, you'll likely never have such cause to celebrate. Tepache does not exist this far from Avistan, and this is a particularly fine brew - The pineapple is quite fragrant." Sitting upon her mantle, she pulled out a narrow box from her vest producing a slender yet sizable cylinder of rolled tobacco. "...Do try not to enjoy to in excess. I doubt I will be in such a position to acquire more for some time." She slid out a simple unadorned but finely made stout black knife, cutting off the ends of the cigar she spun the blade on its ring and stuffed it back into her boot. "I do believe we were in the middle of a story last time..." She dug around in her back before recovering her flint, striking it over the flashsteel and igniting an end of her tobacco. Gently blowing upon its lit end the fire began to take. She placed the tool back into her bag, and slid the narrow box back into her vest before placing the cigar in the corner of her mouth. She bit down on it and savored the refined taste and aroma, she didn't usually smoke it, but the rich texture of the thing was a pleasantry rarely afforded to the typical man, least he had some significant measure of wealth to afford such a frivolous purchase. After the man seemed finished with the skin, she recovered it and refixed it to her bag.

She leaned back in the chair blowing out a puff of thick gray smoke she had let mingle in her mouth for an extended period. Reaching into an inner vest pocket over her heart, she produced a well worn but well kept black book. The pages were exceptional vellum and treated with a certain manner of paraffin to water-treat the leafs of the volume and preserve its contents. She flipped through the elaborately penned pages, whose text was notably fine and written in a combination of Taldane and Jistka. She stopped at a specific page, "Ah, yes. I am quite fond of this one - 'Thine Rueful Wake - Part II' " She brushed her fingers over the slightly tacky surface of the pages before taking the cigar from her mouth and tapping the ashes from the tip as she begun to read.

"Reuful lay all those who would be mine own alderlevest."
"Whose agilten be only mine own association. For never may mine own heart know an affinite."
"As it is I, he speaks it only be entitled to those sole senses and occasion which may know this name affraien in solitude."
"Until gods call to destined hour when I am agon."
"Comforten inwith wood and steel. Know I no voice but his own."
"He hoven that I may find him rounen of my own agonie."
"A Word of an impossible."
"Terme feigning possibilite of mine own life lived obsequiously, another sycophant."

"Thine reuful wake lay bonde behind iron of mine own sake"
"Thine reuful wake withholden such he would take"
"Thine reuful wake ifinden not mine soul abreak"
"Binethen soil, sky and lake."
"Her-biforen vileinous drake."
"Have I left all one may stake."
"With steel in soul I make, for ere am I awake."

She paused briefly with a satisfied grin, not really paying attention to the man as her eyes were fixed upon the pages. "Perhaps some of that may be slightly difficult to transpose, as a fair amount of Jistka remains within my translations of the work - though even that aside, it should make some measure of sense. After all, their language did in turn create most modern languages commonly spoken today. This particular piece is of our protagonist, Sir Brevkl after his capture and imprisonment. He wakes imprisoned after the battle at his keep to discover his house and retainers have been slain. Though he falls into a void of sorrow for his lost wife and son, it steels his resolve to stand against Baron Yestbel- It's worth noting that these tales, are by all accounts simply works of fiction as far as I can tell. The writings of Professor Trumpel range from historic manuscripts to works of leisure, much like this one. At times this can cause some confusion while trying to transcribe his records - troublesome things." She placed the cigar in the corner of her mouth looking up from the pages having been so absorbed in her own scholastic observations. It was in moments like these where she was able to realize just how inattentive and short-witted she could be. It was the things which interested her that absorbed all her focus, and that was no less true now.

[Athaleon]

Marius nodded back at the girl with the umbrella, more out of habit than anything. His mind was still a thousand miles away, but he forced himself to focus on the present. She looked wealthy, but clearly not of Chelish nobility if her clothing was any indication. He also spied the sword at her hip, similar to his own, and considered following her in hopes of striking up a conversation. He decided after a few minutes to go looking for her, even if it meant he had to wander. After some time on the ship he'd grown a little more comfortable, still watching his back now and then but no longer checking every corner for ambush.


Sorry about the long delay in posting. Trying to keep things moving even if only in conversation.

[Ruin Explorer]

He would try to talk to the Tian Ishirou, because he too if now without direction. He just knows he must stay on the run.


Ishirou politely joins with you in conversation, but does not offer many talking points. He speaks little of his past, mostly in regretful tones when he does. Though he speaks in listless tones, he seems eager to start the next phase of his life.

Ishirou's appearance is rugged with greying hair and a scruffy beard. His clothes are well kept, but are obviously poor quality. His katana, however, stands out as a very finely crafted weapon. Upon asking about it, he will show it to you, but with obvious protection. It is his only material link to his culture, he'll explain.


Thomas

Thomas almost always has a smile on his face. When at work he sings along with his work. When not working he performs and speaks with many of the passengers. He would seek out Ishirou, Sasha & Gelik to learn of their experiences. He would certainly have spoken with June often as well.

You experience similar encounters with Gelik and Ishirou as already described.

Sasha, with her tousled red hair and mischievous green eyes, welcomes your conversations, though they are often short, as she can't seem to stay still. You find her to be very optimistic and easy going. She is reluctant to talk much about her past, though she makes awkward jokes about problems with her mother. She does talk excitedly about what adventures and dangers lie ahead.



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She let her eyes adjust for a moment before continuing on. In the last few days she'd found a new source of entertainment in an unexpected place... She lowed the umbrella, slowly and carefully closing it and fixing it shut with a band of fabric which clasped the device closed. Using it as a cane, she sauntered forward and down a set of steep steps still spinning the chord-end in her left hand. She'd simply been wandering about the ship to explore, as she had nothing better to do - when she discovered him. She opened the heavy wooden door, which had previously been locked. It had taken nearly a half-hour to unlock the damned thing without simply breaking it. The chamber was a somewhat long room with half covered behind a screen of bars and sub-divided into three smaller cells. It was the brig. She smiled brightly as she looked upon the room's sole occupant, a strong looking Sargavan man. Each time she saw the man, she thought she had perhaps remembered his name, but instead simply ended up inventing a new name to call the man.

She walked across the room to rest her parasol against the bars without any forethought, before removing her mantle and placing it upon the stool nearby. There was only one of the seats available, and thus further suggested the ship did not have a particular need for guards. Though there was no escape when adrift upon open sea, still, all of that was hardly even a passing thought upon her sporadic mind. "Jansi, my good friend. How fairs your hours? I could not imagine being bound and alone in such boring quarters, so I've come to provide some measure of reprieve." She set down the leather bag which was under her mantle and upon her back. She unhitched a large wineskin from its side, taking a swig of the sweet-tangy alcohol. She passed the large skin through the bars. "Have a drink my friend, you'll likely never have such cause to celebrate. Tepache does not exist this far from Avistan, and this is a particularly fine brew - The pineapple is quite fragrant." Sitting upon her mantle, she pulled out a narrow box from her vest producing a slender yet sizable cylinder of rolled tobacco. "...Do try not to enjoy to in excess. I doubt I will be in such a position to acquire more for some time." She slid out a simple unadorned but finely made stout black knife, cutting off the ends of the cigar she spun the blade on its ring and stuffed it back into her boot. "I do believe we were in the middle of a story last time..." She dug around in her back before recovering her flint, striking it over the flashsteel and igniting an end of her tobacco. Gently blowing upon its lit end the fire began to take. She placed the tool back into her bag, and slid the narrow box back into her vest before placing the cigar in the corner of her mouth. She bit down on it and savored the refined taste and aroma, she didn't usually smoke it, but the rich texture of the thing was a pleasantry rarely afforded to the typical man, least he had some significant measure of wealth to afford such a frivolous purchase. After the man seemed finished with the skin, she recovered it and refixed it to her bag.


The middle-aged man, Jask, reminds you of his name, yet again, and kindly accepts the drink with his manacled hands. He has previously claimed his innocence to you, of being framed for being involved in illicit dealings with the Free Captains of the Shackles as an employee of the Sargavan government, and does not try to convince you of it again. Though you may not notice, Jask listens attentively to you as you read and describe the text.

[Starbuck_II]

"How long have you had that sword, sir? It seems to be pretty important to you." Hunter asked curiosity taken hold over him.

[Ruin Explorer]

"How long have you had that sword, sir? It seems to be pretty important to you." Hunter asked curiosity taken hold over him.

"It was given to me after my father died," Ishirou says remorsefully. "That has been ten years now. I've been away from home for all that time. This sword helps me to feel close to those I've left behind." His eyes linger on the katana before putting it away.

[Mornings]

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" - troublesome things." She breathed out the last words with a puff of smoke. The deep scent of smoky cinnamon wafted through the small chamber. As always, she hadn't really been paying attention to the man when he spoke to correct her. She simply continued on absent-mindedly. Not much of their previous conversation remained committed to memory, a blur of events recalled only for the story which she had begun reading during her first visit. Being guilty or innocent, the reason the man was imprisoned - or even what he had done, if anything, was all an afterthought which didn't even provoke an emotional response or the inclination to speak further of it. Simply put, he was just another curiosity that took the edge off the passing time. A means of entertainment different than those before. She looked up from the pages of the black-covered book, tapping the ashes from the end of her cigar. "Such a pleasant fragrance isn't it? You can almost taste it. I'm quite fond of the tobacco grown in Rostland, but foreign flavors which I've discovered in Varisia have so expanded my horizons - I think I've become something of a connoisseur. A rather opulent past-time, I know, but my.... I do so enjoy it. The careful consideration applied to so simple a plant culminating into, dare I say, an art." The sudden creek of the wooden floor panels above drew her attention, the shift of weight from steps. She glanced around the room, springing to her feet. No windows. No closet. It was just an empty room... She moved off towards the side of the door. Perhaps no one would notice her? She discarded the idea, it was hopelessly foolish. She moved away from the wall, pacing a circle before planting herself back exactly where she had been. She crossed her legs confidently gesturing with a free hand at Jask. Her voice was hushed as to avoid possibly being overheard; "Remember our story, my friend. I am your guard by the Capitan's order. Do try and play along..." She stuffed the cigar in her mouth and opened the book to a random page as if in the middle of reading silently to herself just as the young man found his way into the room. She hadn't bothered closing the door behind her this time, a realization she only came to now. She cursed her own forgetfulness.

She slowly pulled the tobacco from her mouth as the man entered - him. Yes, it was the familiar face, she couldn't recall the name of course, if ever she had even known it. But she knew the face well enough. She blew out a ring of smoke in his direction as she took measure of him. His posture was somewhat poor, his shoulders were too tense and though his balance was superb he looked something akin to a jaded cat - A creature about to leap out of a window at the slightest sudden movement. She leaned back as haughtily as she could feign, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. "Welcome to the brig friend. You've a familiar face... Renoldo, was it? Pleasure to make your acquaintance once again- Unfortunately, if you've some business with the prisoner, it'll have to wait. Captain's ordered visits to a minimum, thus I'm afraid you'll require his blessing before you can have your word." She bit down on the cigar and rose to her feet with a sluggish motion. She ensured her possessions were neatly placed away in her rather simple but well manufactured bag before lifting it up and placing it on her back. She slipped the book away back into her vest before pulling down on the leather straps on either shoulder to properly fit the sack. "I've finished my duties here, so I'll be securing the room again. " She picked up her parasol and slid it into one of the bag's many available straps before picking up the heavy mantle off the stool. The many adornments jingled and sounded in protest as its resting place was disturbed. She glanced at his weapon. " Come my friend, I'm sure we can find good company someplace less sobering. " She guided him out of the room, waiting for him to take his leave before slamming the door shut and shaking the handle to check if it was locked. The handle felt a little loose, but nothing out of the ordinary. Another successful mission.

[Athaleon]

"Marius," Marius corrected. There was no point going by a pseudonym now—he'd unthinkingly given his real name to the captain on boarding—but at least he hadn't leaked his surname too. "Prisoner? No I don't know anything about that... Didn't expect to find you in the brig," he continued somewhat bewildered, even as he let himself be ushered out of the room. "Sure, sure, the brig's no place for conversation."

[Mornings]

http://i.imgur.com/pqdYxN3.jpg


She raised a brow inquisitively. In truth, she knew she hadn't forgotten the man's name - despite her sporadic thoughts. She had simply thrown out a random name as a whim, yet the young man responded in turn so candidly she was taken aback. Did he not remember that they had never spoken, or did she remember only that she had seen him - when he had in-fact once given her his name. Perhaps she really did forget his name. She scratched her head puzzled. After all, how does one remember what to forget? Half the time, things came in one-ear and were discarded out the other. "Hmm, Marius then. Always a pleasure." She moved back up the way she had came, scaling the damp wooden steps to the common areas before the brig. Gesturing at a table, she took a seat at a simple and sparsely adorned furniture. A number of tankards and a pitcher of water were set off to the side. She grabbed one of the cups and set it on its top, flipping it over to use as an ashtray as she filled another with a slightly brown-liquid. She looked at the contents of the clay tankard curiously, it wasn't exactly clear... She lifted it up to smell it. Horrible. It had a slightly rank oder befitting some moldering plant-life one might find in a bog. She set down the cup and tapped the cigar on the lip of the improvised tray. "My memory is oft fickle, but once again, I'm Alexria Del- " She paused, breathing out a small puff of scented smoke while glancing at the man. "That isn't exactly my proper name, or rather, my whole name. But it's what I've gone by during my work in the Pathfinder Society. I'm something of a novice Chronicler. Only recently endorsed at that. It took quite some time for The Decemvirate to send their blessing to the Lodge. I'm not exactly traveling under a guise, but I imagine if it was a subject of substance as a citizen of Brevoy, you'd perhaps be familiar with the heraldry... Marius, was it? No House or quality? I just find it strange a fine young-man like yourself ends up on a ship to no-where without a name. These men... " She gestured to the burned and salty men meandering about. "They don't have a name. But you do. A young Chellish man with your refined posture doesn't get along as only a seafaring man. If not for your accent, I'd have taken you for a Lepidstadt swordsmen. Just missing the scar..." She gestured with a finger across her cheek. To those who dwelt within the world of swordsmenship the infamous Lepidstadt Scars held by such duelists was a badge of honor and prowess recognized throughout The Inner Sea. Upon completion of an entire year of training, students who had succeeded in completing the rigorous courses met during a ceremonious gathering where they dueled one student after another in single combat until nicked on the cheek by their opponent's blade. Of the many duelists she had fought, the Ustalavian swordsmen had proven to be some of the most exceptional. Though some of the more talented fighters had often displayed very conservative or withdrawn personality outside of combat. Looking at the young man, she couldn't help but feel a certain measure of familiarity with that trend. It was a far-cry from the boisterous Rondelero duelists to the south she bested so frequently, and that train of thought intrigued her greatly - but she left it at that. While she might have been somewhat frivolous, she was no idiot and she recognized a fighter when she saw one. "So then, that aside... If your business was not with our 'friend below deck'. It's safe to make the assumption it was with me, yes? I've all manners of time, what can I assist you with my friend?" She tapped the ashes off her cigar as she finished.

[Ruin Explorer]

And so, one evening as the Jenivere sails across Desperation Bay, you all come down to the ship's galley for dinner. Crew and passengers share the room as they partake another one of the cook's watery soups. The crew seems to mumble with anxiousness, but all else seems fine.

Day 1

At first, everything is dull and silent. But as sensation begins to creep back into your bodies, you feel warm softness on your back and hear lapping sounds nearby.

As you wake, you find yourself lying on a sandy beach. Water softly laps at the shore only a few feet away. Hunter is the first to awaken. As he lies there in semi-lucidness, Hunter begins to feel pressure on his leg, which quickly turns to sharp pain that lurches him awake.

As he leers to alertness, Hunter feels a wash of nausea and disorientation. At his right foot is a small creature that appears to be a cross between a lobster and scorpion. It had just started to claw at its meal and is slightly startled to find that it is not dead.

A quick survey of the area reveals that there are 3 of these “sea scorpions” trying to find a meal among the 11 bodies (total) lying on the beach. The bodies are spread out along a 60ft section of beach with the “sea scorpions” coming in from the ocean. While everyone is still wearing their armor, everyone's equipment has been piled in the center of the strip of beach.


I'll post the round order in the OOC. You all will awaken at different times, so you won't be able to act on your initiative if you aren't awake yet. When you do wake up, you are sickened.

The character takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks.

You are all 10ft of the pile of equipment Removing any single weapon from the pile takes a standard action that provokes an opportunity attack. Though currently, there is no threat of doing so.


Before anyone can move, the other two sea scorpions also claw at their possible breakfasts: June and Marius.

Hunter takes 1 point of damage.

Marius takes 1 point of damage, and wakes up from a searing pain in his leg.

June takes 1 point of damage, and wakes up from searing pain in her arm. Based on how the round starts. June is next to act. She's prone, sickened, has a "sea scorpion next to her, and 10 ft from the pile of stuff,

Hunter gets to will act after June.

[Athaleon]

Marius had no idea what was going on, but even in his bewildered state he couldn't fail to notice that something was gnawing on his leg. He instinctively tried to spring to his feet to get away from the creature. When his hand went to his hip, he noticed his sword was gone, and he looked around desperately for a weapon.


Move: Stand up from prone, and eat the attack of opportunity.
Move: Move to the equipment pile (preferably to the far side of it, to put it between himself and the scorpions).

[sithdrummer]

June comes to with a jolt as a burning sensation climbs up her arm. Her eyes dart around for a few moments before finally coming to focus on the beady black eyes of a nearby sea scorpion. She quickly scrambles away and onto her feet as the creature lashes out.

She then rushes over to Zromos and shakes him awake. While running to him, she looks around to see who else is here. She is still coming to, however, and hasn't quite yet figured out what has happened.

[Starbuck_II]

Hunter stands up from prone slowly groggly, that wasn't the best taste in his mouth. And he sees a little critter all around him. He decides to see if they will leave him alone. He'd prefer not kill them.

"Stop, I am your friend not food.
Using Wild Empathy [roll0]

[GOALentertain]

Zromos looks around and tries to assess the situation.

"What the hell?" What am I doing here? And what are those animals? What he does know is that they're posing a threat to the others here. He raises his arm and launches an Acid Dart at the scorpion on Marius.


Bonus: + 2
Weakened: -2

Attack: [roll0]

Damage: [roll1] acid damage (ignores spell resistance)

[Ruin Explorer]

June comes to with a jolt as a burning sensation climbs up her arm. Her eyes dart around for a few moments before finally coming to focus on the beady black eyes of a nearby sea scorpion. She quickly scrambles away and onto her feet as the creature lashes out.

She then rushes over to Zromos and shakes him awake. While running to him, she looks around to see who else is here. She is still coming to, however, and hasn't quite yet figured out what has happened.

The sea scorpion pulls back its claws in surprise, but doesn't strike as June scrambles away. She sees Hunter, Zromos, Alexria, Thomas, Marius, Gelick, Aerys, Ishirou, Sasha, and Jask. Marius and Hunter appear to be in the same situation that she woke up in. Everyone else, besides Zromos, appears to be out of it.


Hunter stands up from prone slowly groggly, that wasn't the best taste in his mouth. And he sees a little critter all around him. He decides to see if they will leave him alone. He'd prefer not kill them.

"Stop, I am your friend not food.
Using Wild Empathy [roll0]

Hunter's standing and communicative motions are wobbly, and no message is conveyed to the sea scorpion.

-- Round 2 --


Zromos looks around and tries to assess the situation.

"What the hell?" What am I doing here? And what are those animals? What he does know is that they're posing a threat to the others here. He raises his arm and launches an Acid Dart at the scorpion on Marius.


Bonus: + 2
Weakened: -2

Attack: [roll0]

Damage: [roll1] acid damage (ignores spell resistance)

A ball of acid flies from Zromos's finger, but falls short of the sea scorpion.

The sea scorpion at Hunters feet, no longer interested in him as a meal, cautious scampers away and over to Jask.

The sea scorpion that had been by June moves over to Aerys and claws at her. Aerys doesn't seem to wake up.


Marius had no idea what was going on, but even in his bewildered state he couldn't fail to notice that something was gnawing on his leg. He instinctively tried to spring to his feet to get away from the creature. When his hand went to his hip, he noticed his sword was gone, and he looked around desperately for a weapon.


Move: Stand up from prone, and eat the attack of opportunity.
Move: Move to the equipment pile (preferably to the far side of it, to put it between himself and the scorpions).


The sea scorpion pulls its claws back in defense as Marius springs to he feet. He makes his way over to the back of the pile without suffering any threats.

The sea scorpion move into the beach to Thomas and claws at him, causing him to jerk awake.

Take 1 point of damage, and you are awake.

[Starbuck_II]

Hunter sees his words mean nothing in this groggy state so he moves toward the pile and pulls out his Naginata. Now he has reach on these creatures.

Move: 1 to left and 3 down to I-9.

[sithdrummer]

June's mind settles into triage mode as she sees Zromos come to. She waits a moment to satisfy herself that he seems to be doing fine - and he clearly is when he conjures a magical acid dart - then staggers over to where Alexria and Gelik lay. She kneels and shakes Alexria awake just as she had done for Zromos moments before.

June moves to space J10 and wakes Alexria.

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

Thomas wakes on the beach surrounded by sea scorpions. Seeing the others fight he rises to his feet, stay away from the creatures he can and begins to sing an inspiring song of courage.

Inspire courage:+1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

[Mornings]

http://i.imgur.com/pqdYxN3.jpg

The sound of the waves lapping upon the darkened sands of the beach filled her ears, but her mind was elsewhere. Her body lay face down in the sand and surf rocked to the side by the wind and shallow water, muddy bubbles of air escaping from the side of her face. In her thoughts, she found herself far from the salty air and the dank stench of a galleon's hull - She was back in Magnimar. Few memories proved as comforting as those days she spent in Heidmarch Manor. The soft-bitter scent of a hundred shades of fine ink scribed over thick sheets of vellum, recording the exploits of misadventures of brave men and women she would only come to know by their portraits laminated to the covers of the Pathfinder Gazettes she transcribed. It was a thankless work with long hours and even longer days, but Andel had inspired her to be a Chronicler. His quiet smile and tireless drive provoked the question one warm Erastus's day. What motivated him so, what was so rewarding about being a Chronicler. His words were calm and soft, much like any words he'd ever spoken - yet, they carried such a profound impact. The brave and fearless traveled the world, but it was the words which they wrote that denied both death and time. With each passing phrase, they resurrected something ageless and eternal that lived in the hearts and minds of everyone who would read them. Likewise, eventually The Society would write of them - the greatest Chroniclers celebrated by their peers and loyal followers. Remembered and honored - their words, their very voice would live forever retelling the glorious achievements of friends and enemies alike. They would be....

The muddied face of the woman jolted up when prodded, a single word escaping her lips "Immortal...". Wet sand dripped down her face in an unbecoming manner, the haze of memories was rudely interrupted by the painful ache from her head. She whipped the sand away with a sleeve and rubbed her skull, she could already feel a lump beginning to swell beneath her hair. She frowned visibly as she looked up into June's face before opening her hand to look at the soggy butt of a cigar. She tossed it to the side. "...What a waste." He muscles sent pangs of shivering pain through her as she strained to get to her knees. It felt as if she'd been thrown across a room, and then that room begun to violently spin... she lurched, falling forward to her hands as she begun vomiting narrow streams of oily water. The spinning sensation didn't subside, she felt ill. "...By the gods. Please tell me we've found ourselves stranded upon the beach of a lost island resort." She spat up another wet stream that tasted of tar and salt. She glanced at June, than at the beach-front and the ridiculously large crustaceans skiddering across the sand. Her shoulders visibly slumped. She ran a wet hand down her face, "Of course not..... Of course not..." Her hand went down to her hip, patting her leg twice, glancing at herself in confusion, then proceeding to dig into her vest. It was gone. She punched the sand. "Amaznen save the soul who took my..." Her gaze fell upon the familiar black book and her other possessions buried in a pile of random things. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to gather her composure. Looking back to the familiar face, she tried to disguise her irritation with confusion, "Please... Just.... What in the Abyss is going on? ....And what are those horrible looking things? I think I've gotten off at the wrong port."

She cringed watching the crab-like sea-bugs nip and clip at the random passengers scattered on the beach. Watching a familiar man from the voyage dig out a large Tian spear from the pile, she resolved that the others viewed the creatures of as much of a pest as she did and they wouldn't be missed. She struggled to her feet, the soggy slapping of her heavy and wet mantle making strange noises as she rose to her feet. She kept her arms and legs out wide as to avoid the feeling of the cold sea-soaked cloth slapping against her. She took large awkward steps towards the pile dripping water, but was fairly clean from the roiling water. Perhaps she'd get some answers after these foul looking things were shark-bait in the ocean.


Move Action: Rise from prone
Move Action: Move to J-9

[Ruin Explorer]

Thomas

Thomas wakes on the beach surrounded by sea scorpions. Seeing the others fight he rises to his feet, stay away from the creatures he can and begins to sing an inspiring song of courage.

Inspire courage:+1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

As people reposition themselves on the beach, they hear Thomas's song and feel encouraged.


Hunter sees his words mean nothing in this groggy state so he moves toward the pile and pulls out his Naginata. Now he has reach on these creatures.

Move: 1 to left and 3 down to I-9.

Hunter grips his Naginata, ready for battle.


June's mind settles into triage mode as she sees Zromos come to. She waits a moment to satisfy herself that he seems to be doing fine - and he clearly is when he conjures a magical acid dart - then staggers over to where Alexria and Gelik lay. She kneels and shakes Alexria awake just as she had done for Zromos moments before.

June moves to space J10 and wakes Alexria.

Alexria is shaken awake by June and hears singing.

[Athaleon]

Marius scrambled in the pile of flotsam looking for his sword, or any weapon he could use. He grabbed a hilt and swept a blade from its scabbard, and hesitated for a brief moment before moving back to keep the critters off the other survivors.

Pick up his rapier from the pile and move towards the nearest scorpion.

[Ruin Explorer]

Zromos takes a moment to gather himself, and delays in taking action.

Zromos delays. GOAL, when you post, let me know where you'd like your action to fall.

The sea scorpions seem a little happier now they a couple of them have found meals that aren't moving around on them. The scorpions on Jask and Aerys continue to claw at their bodies. Neither companion seems to stir.


Marius scrambled in the pile of flotsam looking for his sword, or any weapon he could use. He grabbed a hilt and swept a blade from its scabbard, and hesitated for a brief moment before moving back to keep the critters off the other survivors.

Pick up his rapier from the pile and move towards the nearest scorpion.

With rapier in hand, Marius moves to assist Thomas.



http://i.imgur.com/pqdYxN3.jpg

The sound of the waves lapping upon the darkened sands of the beach filled her ears, but her mind was elsewhere. Her body lay face down in the sand and surf rocked to the side by the wind and shallow water, muddy bubbles of air escaping from the side of her face. In her thoughts, she found herself far from the salty air and the dank stench of a galleon's hull - She was back in Magnimar. Few memories proved as comforting as those days she spent in Heidmarch Manor. The soft-bitter scent of a hundred shades of fine ink scribed over thick sheets of vellum, recording the exploits of misadventures of brave men and women she would only come to know by their portraits laminated to the covers of the Pathfinder Gazettes she transcribed. It was a thankless work with long hours and even longer days, but Andel had inspired her to be a Chronicler. His quiet smile and tireless drive provoked the question one warm Erastus's day. What motivated him so, what was so rewarding about being a Chronicler. His words were calm and soft, much like any words he'd ever spoken - yet, they carried such a profound impact. The brave and fearless traveled the world, but it was the words which they wrote that denied both death and time. With each passing phrase, they resurrected something ageless and eternal that lived in the hearts and minds of everyone who would read them. Likewise, eventually The Society would write of them - the greatest Chroniclers celebrated by their peers and loyal followers. Remembered and honored - their words, their very voice would live forever retelling the glorious achievements of friends and enemies alike. They would be....

The muddied face of the woman jolted up when prodded, a single word escaping her lips "Immortal...". Wet sand dripped down her face in an unbecoming manner, the haze of memories was rudely interrupted by the painful ache from her head. She whipped the sand away with a sleeve and rubbed her skull, she could already feel a lump beginning to swell beneath her hair. She frowned visibly as she looked up into June's face before opening her hand to look at the soggy butt of a cigar. She tossed it to the side. "...What a waste." He muscles sent pangs of shivering pain through her as she strained to get to her knees. It felt as if she'd been thrown across a room, and then that room begun to violently spin... she lurched, falling forward to her hands as she begun vomiting narrow streams of oily water. The spinning sensation didn't subside, she felt ill. "...By the gods. Please tell me we've found ourselves stranded upon the beach of a lost island resort." She spat up another wet stream that tasted of tar and salt. She glanced at June, than at the beach-front and the ridiculously large crustaceans skiddering across the sand. Her shoulders visibly slumped. She ran a wet hand down her face, "Of course not..... Of course not..." Her hand went down to her hip, patting her leg twice, glancing at herself in confusion, then proceeding to dig into her vest. It was gone. She punched the sand. "Amaznen save the soul who took my..." Her gaze fell upon the familiar black book and her other possessions buried in a pile of random things. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to gather her composure. Looking back to the familiar face, she tried to disguise her irritation with confusion, "Please... Just.... What in the Abyss is going on? ....And what are those horrible looking things? I think I've gotten off at the wrong port."

She cringed watching the crab-like sea-bugs nip and clip at the random passengers scattered on the beach. Watching a familiar man from the voyage dig out a large Tian spear from the pile, she resolved that the others viewed the creatures of as much of a pest as she did and they wouldn't be missed. She struggled to her feet, the soggy slapping of her heavy and wet mantle making strange noises as she rose to her feet. She kept her arms and legs out wide as to avoid the feeling of the cold sea-soaked cloth slapping against her. She took large awkward steps towards the pile dripping water, but was fairly clean from the roiling water. Perhaps she'd get some answers after these foul looking things were shark-bait in the ocean.


Move Action: Rise from prone
Move Action: Move to J-9





Alexria dashes to the pile of equipment for her sword, or maybe her book.

Confused the by the strange muttering of one human, and the approach of another, the sea scorpions (2) backs up, then circles around to the body of Sasha.

5 ft step to H4 and move down to J3.

Thomas, June, Hunter, and Zromos are up to take their actions.

[Starbuck_II]

Hunter steps carefully forward and attacks the creature beside Jask with his reach weapon. He decided it was time to scare these things off or kill them:

5 ft step to H-10
[roll0] , +1 courage, -2 sicken so only +2
[roll1] , +1 courage, -2 sicken so only +3


That ought to do it, Hunter thought.

[GOALentertain]

Zromos regathers himself. This was not the sort of thing he signed up for, but he supposed it was a necessary risk in the wilds. He'd been dealing with people most of his life, not beasts. People were far worse monsters.

"This is getting annoying"

He raises a hand and fires a magic missile at the scorpion nearest to him.


Magic Missile-Auto hit, [roll0] damage

You can move me to whatever the next sensible place for me to act in initiative is, thanks.

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

Continuing to sing, Thomas heads to the pile of gear and grabs his short sword and whip.

[Ruin Explorer]

Thomas

Continuing to sing, Thomas heads to the pile of gear and grabs his short sword and whip.

Thomas skillfully sings, walks, and grabs all at the same time. Impressive, considering some people have problems simply walking and talking at the same time.


Hunter steps carefully forward and attacks the creature beside Jask with his reach weapon. He decided it was time to scare these things off or kill them:

5 ft step to H-10
[roll0] , +1 courage, -2 sicken so only +2
[roll1] , +1 courage, -2 sicken so only +3


That ought to do it, Hunter thought.

Hunter brings down his Naginata on the unsuspecting sea scorpion, slicing deep into it's body. The creature ceases to move.


Zromos regathers himself. This was not the sort of thing he signed up for, but he supposed it was a necessary risk in the wilds. He'd been dealing with people most of his life, not beasts. People were far worse monsters.

"This is getting annoying"

He raises a hand and fires a magic missile at the scorpion nearest to him.


Magic Missile-Auto hit, [roll0] damage

You can move me to whatever the next sensible place for me to act in initiative is, thanks.

Seeing the creature nearest him go limp, Zromos quickly redirects his focus to another sea scorpion. It flies from his finger, past Hunter, and into the sea scorpion clawing at the body of Aerys. It collapses upon impact.

[Athaleon]

"That's enough of that," Marius shouted as he thrust his rapier at the nearest scorpion.


If Marius can get into some flanking position he will do so (roll assumes he is not flanking). Otherwise he will just attack the nearest enemy and, if possible, move on to the next one to provide flanking for someone else.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[sithdrummer]

June turns and rouses Gelik, and as he comes to, she moves to the pile of equipment.

[Mornings]

http://i.imgur.com/pqdYxN3.jpg

She paused briefly to take account of all the movement around herself as she wrung out the water in her cloths into the sand. The scruffy man with the oversized stick seemed to have the right idea, squishing one of the things with the pointy end. The sudden flicker of arcane light the fur-covered creature let spiral out from its hand and blast a fist-sized hole into the sea-bugs face drew an unexpected frown. A rat.... mage. Now she had seen everything. She shook her head in disbelief as she begun digging through the pile of assorted things. The man... with the sword, Marios, or something similar - managed to recover his blade and set himself to combat the things. She glanced about a second time, not seeing much in the way of immediate danger. Shrugging, she set the black book and her swords aside so that they didn't get buried amid the other random bits.

As the young swordsman dashed off to murder more of the native fauna, she found what she was looking for, retrieving the familiar silver box. She stood up from the pile watching the minor skirmish on the beach with a somewhat blank expression, her eyes lazily rolling over to the little-man still going on with his tune. She opened the box, flipping out a pre-cut cigar from the previous night and smashing it in the pocket of her cheek like a squirrel. She slid out the flint she left in the box, and fumbled around with it until a spark caught. "...Apologies my friend, but I haven't the slightest idea of what any of that singing means. Though it is very... Um, inspiring. Is it one of those songs with lots of whimsical words made unintelligible? I've heard Chellish theatre is developing a growing fondness of such aria. But I suppose considering their penchant for live murder and other less civil acts in their so-called 'Theatre's of the Real', that may not be the most appropriate compliment." She scratched her head with the last comment as she puffed out a puff of hickory and raspberry smelling smoke. All the movement on the beach held her attention. She crossed her arms to watch the spectacle unfold about her. She habitually grinned to herself. Entertaining. For the first time, the thought crossed her mind - perhaps this wasn't all bad.


- Retrieve tobacco case

[Ruin Explorer]

June turns and rouses Gelik, and as he comes to, she moves to the pile of equipment.

Gelik slowly comes to, but when he sees the sudden change in setting, he freezes up in confusion.


"That's enough of that," Marius shouted as he thrust his rapier at the nearest scorpion.

Marius heads straight for the last sea scorpion and thrusts his rapier into it. The creature drops its claws and ceases to move.


If Marius can get into some flanking position he will do so (roll assumes he is not flanking). Otherwise he will just attack the nearest enemy and, if possible, move on to the next one to provide flanking for someone else.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]


We're out of rounds.

The startling beach skirmish ends. The former passengers and crew of the Jenivere now have time to fully take in their surroundings and situation, to gather their thoughts (and their gear), and to discuss what to do next. Those still unconscious at the end of the skirmish, one-by-one begin to wake up.

What do you want to do? What questions do you have?

[GOALentertain]

Whatever happened that put us here was intentional. Our stuff being piled up and left for us? Suspicious. Whatever happens next, I need to be ready.

Zromos gathers up his spellbook and begins to prepare his spells for the day.

[Starbuck_II]

Hunter started putting on his gear... someone are something aboard the ship did this to him he was certain. But was it the captain... was it one of them? Was his assassins waiting here on this island?

So, everyone having fun? I know I'd ride that ship again.

[Athaleon]

"What even happened? Where are we?" As the adrenaline bled away, Marius finally had time to be bewildered by the circumstances he found himself in. "I don't remember anything like a storm."

[sithdrummer]

June digs through the pile of equipment, finds her weapons and accoutrement, and equips herself appropriately. "What on Golarion is going on?" she asks herself, as she looks around at the beach. "We are not supposed to have arrived yet, and certainly not with our things on the beach in a heap, being stung by the local vermin," she snorts disdainfully. She looks around for the captain. Not seeing him anywhere, she instead looks around for any sign of the Jenivere, or any rowboat that could have taken them here.

[Athaleon]

Marius stopped to survey the scene a little more closely. "Who else washed up with us?" he asked no one in particular.

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

Thomas looks around at the people and bodies as well at the pile of equipment. "Yes, this seems odd. I don't see how we could have washed up like this." He moves to the pile of gear and acquires all the rest of his gear.

[Starbuck_II]

"Till we find the captain, I still think he is in cahoots with this." Hunter said sternly.

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

Thomas looks at hunter. "What makes you think the captain is involved with what happened?"

[Mornings]

http://i.imgur.com/pqdYxN3.jpg

Alex watched Marius's fine thrust with his blade. The ease with which it slid between the the gaps in the crab-like creature's hard shell drew a nod of approval. She bent down and picked up her book, smacking it off in an effort to clean off the sand before stuffing it in her vest with the steel case of tobacco. With an awkward movement she slid out one arm from the emerald mantle and pulled out her bag from the pile, sliding it on her back before covering it with the armored half-cape. She pat herself down making sure she placed all her various tools and weapons back in their respective places. After finishing her check and re-equipping her various miscellaneous possessions she looked down at her swords.

The paired blades seemed to gleam under the sun's light and the shallow tide. The rich black and evergreen swirling lacquer over the scabbards looked like it could have been made of a clear and exotic jewel. The outrageous knot-work and glass beads which were so intricately fastened to tassels of rich sage, it was pleasant to simply look at. She grasped the scabbards in a hand and shook the water off. Pulling the tassels up revealed the small but robust metal clamps which fitted to her belts hanger and hung the weapon from her hip. She fitted the second blade on, going through great pains to arrange their order, and a parallel pattern by weaving the ornamentational silken cords through them with practiced movements before tucking the excess into her belt and leaving it to hang in a fanciful manner. She re-clipped the outrageous chords hanging from her waist to the hilts of the weapons, fixing the weapon cords in place and completing the dashing image. She pulled the cigar out of her mouth, breathing out the smoke from her nose. The first real breath of the thing she'd taken.

Her eyes glanced about the beach taking account of those about her. Far too many. This wasn't an act of nature or chance. Someone had left them here, stranded - in the middle of gods know where. Perhaps there had been a mutiny during the night and the crew had murdered the captain and left them out here to die. But even if that were the case, it was no simple task to move this many people in a longboat, and made no sense to leave their equipment as well. It might have made some sense to leave their arms and armor if they were being forced to fight each other in some arena type-environment, as might be commonplace in the seedier parts of Molthune. She crossed her arms and tapped the ashed into the sand from the burning end of the brown stick. Listening to the folk about her wasn't helping. She shook her head dismissively at Hunter's closing comment. She came up besides him gesturing out at the open water seemingly devoid of life. "Being picked off by pirates is one thing, but to loose your entire class of passengers? You'd loose all credibility you may have had, the Jenivere would never make port in the Inner Sea again. There's no good story a man could give for loosing every soul under his charge while getting off with narry a scratch and his hull intact. Not just any seafaring vessel is allowed into the Varisian Harbor. Any semblance of bridges the captain might have had in the west would surly be burned, nor does any Sargavan have ties worth mentioning to that damned Leruu Kantiki... No, the captain would be ruined. I refuse to believe he would cast aside his livelihood. The city municipal records occasionally amended by The Lodge for The House of Lords annotates all major trading vessels, namely those which regularly make the Magnimar-Eleder Run..." She paused, clearing her throat as she realized she was beginning to ramble on. "...Ehm, excuse me. I'm Alexria Del. I'm a Chronicler for the Heidmarch Lodge in Magnimar. I worked under Andel Gesseran most of my time in the city, but that aside. My point is that the Jenivere is not some random merchant ship. Captain Kovack is a noted and able man, and the vessel has made the Magnimar-Eleder Run for generations - since before the Sandpoint Mercantile League was even created. It's precisely because it was a reliable vessel that I even boarded it. There's simply no justification I can fathom as to why he would abandon his passengers, short of a mutiny, perhaps." She sighed, taking another pull from the cigar. She closed her eyes briefly to gather her thoughts. "No, something happened on that ship, and someone thought it fitting to leave us on the beach to die- but it wasn't Kovack. I might not know him personally, but those that do speak of him do so with respect... but I suppose we have more pressing issues." She turned away looking at the recovering men and women on the beach.

She glanced at Marius, beginning to meander over in his direction. She closed her approach with a wide grin across her face. "Well struck my friend. I have a sneaking suspicion we'll be needing those kind of skills much more frequently. I'll withhold the questions for now, but surly you must have drawn some measure of action. I've read that in survival situations much like this, it's best to be dry and establish shelter. Though, I haven't the slightest in regard to outdoor recreation. Perhaps at the very least, we should get off this beach before more of the local fauna think us an easy meal." She pulled out her parasol from her things tucked beneath her mantle, unfastening the metal clasp and opening it with a rush of air. She leaned the decorative device over her shoulder to block out the sun. The grin on her face didn't abate even as she spoke of their current circumstance, or the possibility that they were left out in the dredges of the sea. No. Her face was beaming with barely contained excitement. Entertaining.

[Athaleon]

Marius simply nodded his thanks at the compliment, and knelt beside one of the other bodies to check on who it was, and if they were all right.

[Ruin Explorer]

June digs through the pile of equipment, finds her weapons and accoutrement, and equips herself appropriately. "What on Golarion is going on?" she asks herself, as she looks around at the beach. "We are not supposed to have arrived yet, and certainly not with our things on the beach in a heap, being stung by the local vermin," she snorts disdainfully. She looks around for the captain. Not seeing him anywhere, she instead looks around for any sign of the Jenivere, or any rowboat that could have taken them here.

There is no rowboat in sight. However, June (and anyone else looking) easily spots the Jenivere along the northwestern coast. Unfortunately, it's also easy to see that the ship is listing to port, partially submerged, and with her hull a gaping ruin as she leans against a jagged cliff side among several sharp rocks.


Marius stopped to survey the scene a little more closely. "Who else washed up with us?" he asked no one in particular.

Marius notices that most of the other people stranded on the beach were fellow passengers, save for the singing sailor. He also notices the man from the brig, complete with manacles.

The nearest person is the one of the passengers he saw the least. He recalls that her name is Aerys and that she kept to herself. She sits up and looks at you. Though there's some initial shock in her eyes, her composure is one of calmness. "What happened? Where are we? Who are you? Oh, and uh, hello?" With the last statement she makes a bit of an awkward, but sincere, smile.

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

Seeing the shop in a bad state, Thomas is less likely to consider foul play, but none of us recalls anything?

"Well whatever happened, even if there was foul play they didn't seem to want us dead. We didn't down and out gear is here.
"As to getting off the beach, I expect there may be more dangerous things further inland."

[Starbuck_II]

"Did you want to make a shelter or look for a local town? We don't know how long before it rains. I certainly don't want to get wet again." Hunter said soberly.

He looked at the others and wondered. Are they safe. Could this whole island be a trap to get his trust. While he was certain they just fought for each other earlier... their lives were on the line.

[Athaleon]

Marius smiled just as awkwardly and sincerely right back. "Someone knocked us unconscious and left us on this beach. With our equipment neatly piled up, and him," he indicated the prisoner from the brig, "even still in his chains. Seeing as we're all fellow castaways now, and we may need everyone who can swing a weapon, I think we ought to get those chains off you."


If no one tells him not to, Marius will try to open the prisoner's manacles.

Disable Device: [roll0]

[sithdrummer]

"Look!" June exclaims, pointing at the damaged vessel.

As the others notice the fate of the Jenivere, June exclaims, somewhat exasperated, "That was our main chance of leaving. Clearly there is some explanation for all of this which correlates with the wrecked ship and the missing captain, but we may need to think long and hard about surviving while we unravel that mystery." She walks around the site, looking for clues as to how they got here and the origin of their predicament, and assessing what resources are readily available.

Perception (or Survival, same modifier) to search for clues: [roll0]

[Mornings]

http://i.imgur.com/pqdYxN3.jpg

Having already had resolved to at least put some distance between herself and the lapping waves, she near the rear. Her new-found companions still seemed to be going about in a daze, having otherwise been generally unresponsive aside from the bard's more-than-likely accurate statement. But dangers or no, they couldn't simply sit on the beach and perish from exposure or starvation. She took a lazy breath, watching the survivors poke around the beach - boring. She had no intention of gallivanting about and leading a band of castaways, that took too much work and ruined the fun. Yet, this was not much better - it was like watching a man paint a hillside prairie. The painting wasn't going to be any more interesting then its subject, regardless how long one waited... Then June caught her attention.

She hadn't seen it before, though she had a safe assumption something had befallen the vessel. Seeing it though, that changed everything. It made it real. No one was coming back for them. No major ships traveled this far south from civil lands. Only pirates and worse. This was serious. Her eyes darted about. This lot weren't made of the well-traveled or exceptionally hearty. She pulled the cigar from her mouth. Poorly equipped. She bit her thumb in thought. It was unlikely many - if any brought with them provisions for a journey. The ship was en-route to settled lands - unlike herself, the vast majority of passengers probably hand't come with the intent to be traveling the road for days upon reaching port. They couldn't feed them all. They had limited water. There was a reason why strange cannibal tribes still existed this far from the world, one had to take drastic measures to survive. Dammit. There goes the fun.

She stepped off and into motion. She pat June on the back, "If that's the ship, we've got some serious problems. Take inventory of what provisions we have available and consolidate them for rationing. If you can find a source of clean water let me know..." She gestured to the minstrel, "Music-man, see who's able to move and who's wounded. We need to get off this beach and move who we can to some place.... defensible. Gods-willing, with shelter too." She looked over to the polearm wielding man "Spear-man, take lookout of our perimeter with the magical Wererat until we can account for our provisions and wounded - we can save introductions for later, I'm terrible with names. " She'd opted to cast aside the pleasantries for urgency. She knew a few things, namely the things she didn't know. She didn't know how large this island was. If it was even an island. Where it was, or what were its inhabitants. Or even how far they had been set adrift. With luck they were still within walking distance of Eleder, assuming they were on the right landmass. But until they could confirm that, she had to assume the worst. For all she knew, it would take hours to move everyone and find or provision shelter in a defensible location. She wasn't exceptionally knowledgeable in the field of Outdoorsmenship, but she read a lot of books... It didn't take a genius to know they were most likely going to die of either dehydration or starvation in a few days, but before then they might simply succumb to exhaustion. "Marus? Marius, yeah. Get up whoever isn't wounded and can still wield a weapon. Arm them if you can. I imagine us and a nest of large crabs are not the only things here."

She dug into the outside straps of her pack underneath the mantle and pulled out a small gray cloudy vial filled with a thick blood-colored liquid and capped with a thick cut of cork and wax. A large seal from a signet was melted into its top. She spoke out absently, not to anyone in particular - but everyone. "If that's the ship, this isn't a mutiny. There wouldn't be any escape for a turned crew, unless something went amiss. That unfortunately means, no one is immediately looking for us. Not even to murder whats left of the passengers and crew - which by extension ruins any hope of commandeering a vessel off this place. I'm not a sailor, but I know maps well enough. Best case, the ship ran afoul generally on-course and we're more-or-less in Sargava. Worst case, the ship went off-course and we're anywhere between The Shackles and The Sodden Lands. In which case, every major settlement on the coast is almost 50 miles from sea - and if this is an island, it's a toss of the die. We may have landed on a settled island and we'll all be drinking good ale in Ilizmagorti come nightfall... Or we're on some unexplored, beast-filled pirate-infested rock, and if we're fortunate we'll be murdered in our sleep before we succumb to disease or starvation." Her hand went down to the second sword she wore at her hip. It was fanciful with a chromed whimsical basket hilt of silver - yet, when she drew the blade it contrasted dramatically. The blade of the sword was pitted, blackened, burned and ugly. A length of wrought steel without a polish, like metal removed from the remaining structure of a house-fire. Though oddly, its edge was wickedly sharp, with fresh streak-marks from where it had been extensively sharpened, leaving a cleanly visible gray temper down its length. "If this is the worst case, we need to organize and provision resources and move to shelter. Then we might last... 2 days. Depending on how the weather fares, hostile creatures and our stores of water... and whatever else I may not be familiar with. Honestly, I'm reliant upon the strategies of siege warfare more than survival techniques. I pray one among us have more involved experience beyond scholastic theory, or this venture might be much shorter than anticipated." She bit off the wax-cork top, a foul musky scent emanated out. She tilted the bottle slowly pouring it down both sides of her blade. The red blood-like liquid slightly hissed and smoked from its caustic properties. Dahak's Fire. She hadn't anticipated having to actually use something so ancient and so precious during her venture. But it had become something of a good-luck charm while caring around. Though she'd kept the vials for years on end, they meant little if she was dead. Though near impossible to replicate by today's standards, and it had been centuries since an Iobarian had been able to create the substance... Now seemed like it was an appropriate time to ready so powerful a weapon. It had been 196 years since it had been employed by her ancestors during the Drakeplagues of yore, flame to cull nearly any beast and burn away the impurities which tainted her lands. She gently blew on the blade as the liquid begun to crystallize into a crimson length of metal, like a coating over the steel. "Mar-, Marius... Once you have a moment, chose someone with some fight left and we'll scout our immediate surroundings. Better if we weren't caught unawares while we're moving with larger numbers." After the blade was 'dry', she carefully and slowly sheathed the coated weapon back in its fanciful sheath. Smoothly, but inch by inch, until the scabbards collar met with the herder with a stiff CLINK. She looked up, taking account of the movement. She was ready.



* Apply Dahak's Fire to Grey Tempest (Rapier)
* Sheath Sword

[Athaleon]

"Oh, I'm Marius," he said to the girl who just woke up. Aerys, was it? She had asked, after all. "Huh, the plot thickens," he muttered, looking out to the stricken Jenivere while feeling his way around the lock of the prisoner's manacles with a length of stiff wire. "So what are you innocent of?" he asked the shackled man. It was as good a joke he could come up with under the circumstances.

He just nodded at Alex's instructions, they sounded as sensible as any.

[GOALentertain]

She looked over to the polearm wielding man "Spear-man, take lookout of our perimeter with the magical Wererat until we can account for our provisions and wounded"

Zromos looks up from his spellbook. "Wererat? You mean me, don't you?" He frowns. "I'm not one of those cursed things. But, whatever, I'll be do lookout with...uhm...What's your name? I feel like it'd be rude to call you 'Spear-Man.'"

[Starbuck_II]

Spearman... I take offense at that. I am Hunter, not a man named after my weapon. Come on, Mr. Wererat., let us go look around. Hunter joked on Zromos.

[sithdrummer]

June spoke up almost before Alexria finished. "I know a little about surviving in the wilds of Sargava, and the same ideas may apply here as well - wherever "here" is. And I couldn't agree more: we should absolutely get somewhere a little less obvious, at least until we see a ship passing by that we know isn't crawling with pirates. Once we're settled, we can try to make an expedition to the Jenivere, to see if we can recover any additional supplies."

With that, June bows her head and, clutching what appears to be a wooden key painted gold, briefly offers a prayer. "Oh hallowed Master of the First Vault, I thank you for delivering us from whatever has befallen the ship. Your servant still has work to perform in your name, however, so I implore you to aid us in determining our next steps. Thank you for your continued protection and blessings."

[Ruin Explorer]

Marius works at the manacles around Jask's wrists, but to no effect. "Well, thanks for trying," Jask says with some sincerity. He stands clumsily, and yells over towards Alex, "Looks like I'll be pretty useless."

Everyone except Jask is able to find their equipment in the pile on the beach. As you move around the beach, you feel your initial sickened feeling subside.

Ishirou quickly stumbles to the pile in search for his katana. In his haste, a few of the others' possessions are scattered, but not lost. Upon finding his katana, and few other possessions, he wonders off to a spot on the beach by himself and sits. He's still close enough to the group to be seen and to hear the general conversation, but he says nothing.

Aeyrs tests the tautness of her bow after gathering her other gear. She looks towards Marius and then towards Hunter and Zromas. "I can help with the look out," she says with some uncertainty in her voice.

Gelik, the fastidious gnome, stands, brushing off the sand from his fine clothes. "I can help if anyone is injured," he offers distractedly. He continues brushing his clothes as he gathers his gear, though it appears to manifest more out of nervousness than intentional cleaning.

"Who put you in charge?" questions Sasha shakily when she hears Alex's orders. She grabs her weapons, a rapier and a kukri, from the dwindling pile, and begins fiddling with her weapons anxiously.

It looks like Alex, Marius, and June are planning to explore some of the land near the beach and, maybe, look for some shelter. Is that correct? Are you doing anything more specific?

What about everyone else? Are you guys just going to wait on the beach?

[Athaleon]

"Locks like that are usually simple devices. I might give it another go once I get some time to think about it some more," Marius frowned. "I suppose if someone had a suitable weapon we could find a rock and try to strike the chains apart, at least. Anyways, we're going to look around a bit for clues and to find out if we're relatively safe. Who else is coming with?"


Without any other plans or clues, the general "look around" is probably as specific as Marius can get.

[GOALentertain]

It looks like Alex, Marius, and June are planning to explore some of the land near the beach and, maybe, look for some shelter. Is that correct? Are you doing anything more specific?

What about everyone else? Are you guys just going to wait on the beach?

If Hunter is fine with it, then Zromos was going to go with him to follow Alex's suggestion. Although if there's a challenge of leadership he may take pause.

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

Thomas largely ignores Alex. She does go on and on and can't be bothered to recall names. He does however casually check that everyone is largely alright and able to move.

"Should we not check to see if we can salvage anything from the ship?"

[Starbuck_II]

Sure, I say we look on the west side of this island...continent... how big do you think this place is? I say we explore all around the perimeter of the beach edge of island and see what we can find. We can always run back if the others yell or we find something.

Try all my skills to figure out where we are.
[roll0]
[roll1]


Reacting to Marius's question, "My Kunai is durable and probably could work. Let me know if you want to borrow it to break the chain."

Toward Aeyrs , "Sure, the more the merrier. We need to find stuff, a place to sleep like a cave, or supplies. "

Toward Thomas, "I'm not a big water person. It is a good idea. But I'll just scout the island where I won't drown."
OOC:

I have +3 Swim, so I'm not terrible, but not liking my chances.

Need to level and put another point in swim before I feel safe swimming at ship wrecks.

[Mornings]

http://i.imgur.com/pqdYxN3.jpg

The passing comment made her give the fur-covered creature and incredulous look. "...Huh, so that's not some by-product of lycanthropy then? Curious. I must admit, you've peeked my curiosity. Last my records were updated, there were less than 347 citizens not of the Seven Racial Subsets in Varisia, between Magnimar and Korvosa - and nearly no such things wandering my own homeland. So, admittedly, I am somewhat ignorant of more exotic peoples who aren't on the pages of my books. Perhaps we'll speak more on it." She nodded at the manacled man "No worries, friend. We'll come back to that once we've taken a measure of where 'here' is." She dug into her pockets searching for something as June and Thomas were speaking, passing a smirk at the spear-wielding man "Hunter? For once, that's quite an easy name. More like a title, really. Simple, easy to remember. If only more names could extrude such..." She pulled out the glittering metal device she was looking for. "...Practicality." She shook the golden circular tool, and dried it off before hitting the small metal button at its end opening the top and setting the needle spinning free before it stopped. Her eyes didn't leave the surface of the compass, but she spoke over to the bard and cleric. "A very insightful proposition - not so small, perhaps. Jewel might be right in her order of things, perhaps the ship should be searched after - she does have more experience in the land's wilderness. I honestly didn't think about it. It's really a question of time, if we could frisk the vessel and still have some manner of camp in place by nightfall - all the better. But finding and placing some manner of defensible shelter does take precedence... and I would like to know if we'll die tonight, or tomorrow." She paced a circle following the needle as the rest of them spoke.

After a moment of walking in circles while intently eying the device she stopped and snapped the lid shut. "Many thanks my Gnome'y friend. No doubt your aid will be of great use." She cleared her throat at Sasha's words, "Take charge? No, no, my friend. I simply took initiative. If I still had reason to believe a band of murderous thugs was coming back to bleed us on the beach, I would have simply let things be - for that was an assurance of a way off this rock, and I'm confident enough with a sword. But no such assurance exists any longer. My interest is getting to Eleder so I can complete this first-leg of my venture and continue my travels. Fortunately, we all share the interest of a mutual destination. I've no interest in leading a developing new settlement, or staying here longer than need-be. If you've some insight, please feel free to contribute, I don't have all the answers and I don't know where we are. Perhaps you missed my rant, but what I do know is - That ship ran aground on a route that shouldn't have any reef or shallow water, to my knowledge. Which means it changed course at some point. What I do know, is if that ship changed course, it was either prematurely or at its appropriate time to come this close to landfall. That means we're in a great deal of trouble, or we're very close to Sargava. What I don't know is if this is an island, or a piece of the main-land... If it's an island, we're likely in a very serious predicament, as I know no major island, or island chain in direct approach to Sargava. Which places us somewhere just outside The Shackles and the Mwangi Expanse. Which would be the islands between the Terwa Uplands and Kaava Lands. But this place looks like it's probably an island - so we should fear for the worst. I leave it to each individual's own acuity to make the right decisions, but I've no intention of staying here nor succumbing to starvation or thirst. If you're of the same disposition, help me; help you, and lets get off this damned rock together."

She gestured at Marius and whoever else was willing to come take a look around their immediate surroundings. "Nothing fancy, just a quiet stroll off the beach. Let's see where we are and if there's any place to set a camp - Discretely. Let's try not to disturb any natives or beasties with teeth, if possible."


- Diplomacy Vs Sasha (Rather than taking 10, i'll just roll) [roll0]
* Ideally going for some scouting around the local area. Not to exceed a distance greater than 1 round of running back to the beach.

[sithdrummer]

"It's June, actually." June interjects softly but firmly, her head still bowed at the conclusion of her prayer. "No sense in going off individually, everyone. But also no sense in lingering in the open, either. Alexria, Marius: let's go. Anyone else coming?"

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

Thomas shrugs. "I am for us all sticking together, so lead on."

[Athaleon]

"Yes, let's not delay any longer." Marius finished checking his things and putting them back in order, and cinched up his belt a little with his sheathed rapier hanging off it.

[GOALentertain]

"Yes, let's get moving, I suppose," Zromos says. He shuffles his feet as he gathers his stuff together.

[Ruin Explorer]

Sure, I say we look on the west side of this island...continent... how big do you think this place is? I say we explore all around the perimeter of the beach edge of island and see what we can find. We can always run back if the others yell or we find something.

Try all my skills to figure out where we are.
[roll0]
[roll1]


OOC:

I have +3 Swim, so I'm not terrible, but not liking my chances.

Need to level and put another point in swim before I feel safe swimming at ship wrecks.


With your rolls you know that you are in a tropical environment, which correlates with the Sargava region. It's only morning and it's already warm. You realize the mid-day heat is going to be oppressive. Resting for a few hours at the peak heat in the shade will prevent any chance of ill-effects from the very hot conditions. You also know that this type of environment is host to many types of biting insects and diseases. Sleeping in a shelter will reduce the chances of contracting diseases.


"The days can become very hot for 3 hours from 12:00 to 3:00 p.m. (see page 444 of the Pathfinder RPG Core Rulebook for rules on hot conditions). A character can avoid having to make Fortitude saving throws against the heat’s effects by spending those hours in shade or shelter and not taking part in strenuous activity—but even one combat is enough to trigger a Fortitude save for hot conditions."





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The passing comment made her give the fur-covered creature and incredulous look. "...Huh, so that's not some by-product of lycanthropy then? Curious. I must admit, you've peeked my curiosity. Last my records were updated, there were less than 347 citizens not of the Seven Racial Subsets in Varisia, between Magnimar and Korvosa - and nearly no such things wandering my own homeland. So, admittedly, I am somewhat ignorant of more exotic peoples who aren't on the pages of my books. Perhaps we'll speak more on it." She nodded at the manacled man "No worries, friend. We'll come back to that once we've taken a measure of where 'here' is." She dug into her pockets searching for something as June and Thomas were speaking, passing a smirk at the spear-wielding man "Hunter? For once, that's quite an easy name. More like a title, really. Simple, easy to remember. If only more names could extrude such..." She pulled out the glittering metal device she was looking for. "...Practicality." She shook the golden circular tool, and dried it off before hitting the small metal button at its end opening the top and setting the needle spinning free before it stopped. Her eyes didn't leave the surface of the compass, but she spoke over to the bard and cleric. "A very insightful proposition - not so small, perhaps. Jewel might be right in her order of things, perhaps the ship should be searched after - she does have more experience in the land's wilderness. I honestly didn't think about it. It's really a question of time, if we could frisk the vessel and still have some manner of camp in place by nightfall - all the better. But finding and placing some manner of defensible shelter does take precedence... and I would like to know if we'll die tonight, or tomorrow." She paced a circle following the needle as the rest of them spoke.

After a moment of walking in circles while intently eying the device she stopped and snapped the lid shut. "Many thanks my Gnome'y friend. No doubt your aid will be of great use." She cleared her throat at Sasha's words, "Take charge? No, no, my friend. I simply took initiative. If I still had reason to believe a band of murderous thugs was coming back to bleed us on the beach, I would have simply let things be - for that was an assurance of a way off this rock, and I'm confident enough with a sword. But no such assurance exists any longer. My interest is getting to Eleder so I can complete this first-leg of my venture and continue my travels. Fortunately, we all share the interest of a mutual destination. I've no interest in leading a developing new settlement, or staying here longer than need-be. If you've some insight, please feel free to contribute, I don't have all the answers and I don't know where we are. Perhaps you missed my rant, but what I do know is - That ship ran aground on a route that shouldn't have any reef or shallow water, to my knowledge. Which means it changed course at some point. What I do know, is if that ship changed course, it was either prematurely or at its appropriate time to come this close to landfall. That means we're in a great deal of trouble, or we're very close to Sargava. What I don't know is if this is an island, or a piece of the main-land... If it's an island, we're likely in a very serious predicament, as I know no major island, or island chain in direct approach to Sargava. Which places us somewhere just outside The Shackles and the Mwangi Expanse. Which would be the islands between the Terwa Uplands and Kaava Lands. But this place looks like it's probably an island - so we should fear for the worst. I leave it to each individual's own acuity to make the right decisions, but I've no intention of staying here nor succumbing to starvation or thirst. If you're of the same disposition, help me; help you, and lets get off this damned rock together."

She gestured at Marius and whoever else was willing to come take a look around their immediate surroundings. "Nothing fancy, just a quiet stroll off the beach. Let's see where we are and if there's any place to set a camp - Discretely. Let's try not to disturb any natives or beasties with teeth, if possible."


- Diplomacy Vs Sasha (Rather than taking 10, i'll just roll) [roll0]
* Ideally going for some scouting around the local area. Not to exceed a distance greater than 1 round of running back to the beach.






Your words are well received by Sasha, and her unfriendly attitude changes to indifference. "Yeah, alright. I don't have any food, but I'm willing to help find some after we get settled."


Since you all have been talking about swimming, I would like to point out that it looks like the Jenivere can be reached by walking along the base of the cliff side at low tide. Low tide occurs in the early morning and late afternoon. The tide is currently rising. But you can choose to swim, if you want to.

[Ruin Explorer]

With nothing else to say, the group starts exploring the area around the beach. To the east and west of the beach are rocky cliffs that rise vertically about 100 ft. Near the western cliff face is the wreck of the Jenevire.

To the south, the landscape slopes steeply down to the beach. The little bit of jungle you explore is dense. You do not perceive any threats.

To the north, ocean.


A - The beach
B - The wreck of the Jenevire
The area you see is about 1.25 miles in diameter.
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[Mornings]

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She nodded affirmatively at Sasha as she turned to leave with those volunteers who had decided to sally-forth into the wilderness. She glanced over her shoulder as they left, "We'll return in short order." The sight of the ship in the distance was somewhat disconcerting. Seeing the ship pierced by the stone and shore seemed almost surreal.

As they pressed forward, she spun the parasol absently. The beating rays of the morning sun were already very warm and she had no particular fondness for warm weather or the humidity. Her hand slid down and drew out the closest of her swords from its glossy lacquered scabbard. The weapon, while similar to a rapier was also considerably different in a number of noteworthy ways. The deep emerald colored steel was not narrow, but wide from cutting edge to spine with a razor thin width. A single edge blade with a slight curve at the end which still favored a thrust, but could be used with a nimble slashing movement in a pinch. The design was almost alike to an Aldori sword, reflecting a great deal of Iobarian influences in its design. The mirror-polished silver of the sword's guard was like a thin weave of metal in a reversed D-guard, almost looking like it was mounted upside-down, protecting more of the lower-hand while leaving the majority of the top unprotected. It was an overly traditional design favoring a very niche form of fencing preferred by the her ancestors. Some of those influences still showed in Aldoren Swordsmenship within their transitioning grips; changing from single and dual-handed forms which alternated with forward and reversed parries and strikes. It was an overly elaborate form of combat that held a courtly air about it, while managing to retain a particular lethality disguised in the posturing and excessive gestures. She ensured the metal clip was securely fixed on the ring at the end of the pommel, wrapping the chord around her wrist. She checked the edge, absurdly sharp as ever. She sharpened the blades with an almost religious zeal, attempting to keep the edge pristine.

The view of the lands about was not exactly what she had been expecting after having come about a mile inland. She had been hoping for caves and obvious natural shelter. The jungle wasn't exactly a place she wanted to stay for any extended period either, nevermind the natives which may be living there - the animals and insects were something she wanted to keep a healthy breadth of space between. Infections and illness were common everywhere, but the difference between them was that in the civilized world there was readily available medical assistance that could be sought from the temples or Hospitalers. They didn't have medicine and could not risk overly long exposure to the fauna and contracting some exotic disease. She sighed. "I had been hoping there would be a simple cave or something of the like to use, but I suppose that will do..." She pointed off at one of the higher cliff ridges which rose 100ft or so, the ridge had a wider area which narrowed off before dropping giving them the space, and the security of only a single method of approach for possible threats. "...Not my first choice, but that keeps things from sneaking up behind us with a cliff at our back. It's close enough to the ship to salvage what we need. Close enough to the beach to carry any wounded, and within sight of the jungles to scavenge or hunt without having to actually live in them, or travel for prolonged periods. With luck, we'll either get off this island, or find a better location to place a camp. For now though, that should do." She looked back at the others. "If no one's any better recommendations, lets move the rest of our friends off the beach and begin gathering foodstuffs and supplies from the jungles once we've relocated. Food and a source of water should be our first order of business."





Alex is pointing out this point on the map to use as a temporary camp.

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[Athaleon]

"Sounds like a good idea." Marius squinted Alex's sword before drawing his own, rather plainer weapon from its scabbard. "What kind of material is that? Doesn't look like an enamel coloring."

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

"I am sure we can throw together some kind of shelter as well."

[sithdrummer]

June

At the edge of the jungle, safe from the direct heat of the sun, June wipes sweat from her eyes and looks around warily. When Alexria points out a favorable spot for a campsite, June nods and chimes in. "I agree. That's a great place to set up - however, I think we had better wait until the sun has gone down a little more. Working in the sun is strenuous work and, lacking a steady supply of drinkable water, a dangerous choice. We need to wait in the shade- but it doesn't have to be wasted time. First, any thoughts on where we ended up?"

Can I use Knowledge (local) or Survival to determine exactly where we are in the Sargavan region?

"Now who here knows a thing or two about how to make a camp, build shelter, that sort of thing? And who knows how to make a travois or sledge? If we're going to scavenge the ship, it will help us bring more things back quickly. When we go aboard, we'll have to look for anything useful: building tools, weapons, food, water, medical supplies, even buckets and things like that. Anything we can use to hold and store water and food will be extremely helpful."

June is asking about which characters/NPCs have decent Survival checks and Knowledge (engineering) checks. Chime in, if you want to.

[Athaleon]

"Surviving in the rough isn't exactly my area of expertise," Marius admitted with a shrug. "I'll just follow someone's lead if they know what they're doing."

[Starbuck_II]

Hunter, "Well, I'm highly training to get through living in the wilderness or in general. But I'm not a big builder of things. Staying in the shade is a good idea. I figure we are in the tropics maybe the Sargava region. So we stay a hour chatting to avoid the heat."

[Ruin Explorer]

Opting to avoid laboring under the hot sun, the party takes a rest in the shade of the steamy jungle. After a few hours, though still warm and humid the air begins to feel less oppressive. You can begin working on some shelter.


June

At the edge of the jungle, safe from the direct heat of the sun, June wipes sweat from her eyes and looks around warily. When Alexria points out a favorable spot for a campsite, June nods and chimes in. "I agree. That's a great place to set up - however, I think we had better wait until the sun has gone down a little more. Working in the sun is strenuous work and, lacking a steady supply of drinkable water, a dangerous choice. We need to wait in the shade- but it doesn't have to be wasted time. First, any thoughts on where we ended up?"

Can I use Knowledge (local) or Survival to determine exactly where we are in the Sargavan region?


Unfortunately, neither of those will help determine more than what you already know: a jungle area on the Sargavan coast. The best clue that anyone would have to be more precise is based on the ship's course, which falls under Knowledge (geography). As the party comes across unique things in their explorations, I will allow appropriate checks to determine a more precise location.


Hunter, "Well, I'm highly training to get through living in the wilderness or in general. But I'm not a big builder of things. Staying in the shade is a good idea. I figure we are in the tropics maybe the Sargava region. So we stay a hour chatting to avoid the heat."

Building wilderness shelter falls under Survival, so you don't need to worry about Knowledge (engineering), if you were. Unless you're planning on settling a town.

To start working on shelter, leaf canopies and such, someone make a Survival check. Anyone else wanting to help can use Aid Another.

[Starbuck_II]

Hunter decided time to get to building a shelter. He could make a decent one that could stop rain and shade them. He had to. Hunter first said a prayer before getting to work.


Maybe we could build a village: later!
Hunter casts Guidance to boost chances.
[roll0]

[sithdrummer]

June

June sets to work constructing a basic shelter to protect from the unforgiving sun and the near-endless supply of tropical insects. She periodically asks for some help, requesting a second set of hands or some additional strength, or for someone to fetch certain items either from everyone's limited inventory or from the edge of the jungle.


Survival: I'm making this roll without assuming Aid Another, but if anyone else chips in, we'll have to adjust the roll accordingly. Presumably anyone who can help would do so.

Survival:
[roll0]

[Athaleon]

Marius eagerly obliged when June asked for help. He didn't know much about building things but he could always lend a pair of hands to a task. "We should be able to get some more substantial materials from the ship, once the tide goes out long enough for us to walk there. I don't fancy a swim, much less while trying to haul anything that doesn't float."


Aid Another on Survival: [roll0]

[HappyMerecat]

Thomas

Thomas assists June in building a shelter. He pays a lot of attention to learn how to do so in the future.

Survival take 10 for 11.

[GOALentertain]

Zromos will assist any of them in any way that he can.