Thunderhorn: The Eastwind Trading Company (IC)

[OneFamiliarFace]

Water, darkness, pain, thunder and sound. Silence. Heat. The cry of a seagull.

You become aware of the gritty feel of sand beneath your face. The heat of a sunburn on the other side. You are dry, but encrusted with sea salt. As you slowly peel open your eyes, the sun blinds you. As sight returns, you become aware that you are lying on a beach, surrounded by stirring or unconscious bodies. The splintered wood of a shipwreck is strewn about, along with your companions and the bodies of many people dressed in striped shirts with dark, ragged pants. You sit up and take in the scene. Off to your left, the treeline of a jungle, to your right, wreckage and strewn debris. Along the shore by the wreck, a huge, ape-like aquatic creature shambles. It looks like a large, upright frog the size of a gorilla with a ridge of sharp teeth and webbed hands tipped in claws. It has a sack made of rope slung over one shoulder and is stuffing shiny objects and what-not into it.

It looks like the wreckage of The Emperor's Calling. You are unharmed. What do you do?

You currently have none of your gear. Feel free to make Nature checks to recognize the creature (with advantage if you are native to Thunderhorn).

The people around you are the other people on the boat. The Gendarmes are all dead, but a few others seem to be waking up at about the same rate that you are. Captain Talon is no where to be seen.

OOC Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?527858-Thunderhorn-The-Eastwind-Trading-Company-(OOC))

Phaestos Eastwind, Cleric of the Forge (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1240932)
Seirsha Garnet, Absentminded-Scribe for the Eastwinds (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Patience, totally sane Sarkomandian Gendarme (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242866)
"Leopold Levesque," "Sarkomandian Diplomat" (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242418)

[Caribou3]

I wake up coughing, blinking rapidly in the bright light. As my eyes adjusts and I survey the wreckage and bodies around me, my cough mutates into an amused chuckle and then into a silent belly laugh.

I'm alive. I smile to myself as I peel myself off of the wet sand.

I press my hands expectantly into my pocket -- it's not there.

No. no no no no no no... As I search frantically in the sand around me, I notice the burly, aquatic humanoid collecting things from the wreckage. Maybe, he ... it has it?

[roll0]+2intmod

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

Seirsha slowly gets up, immediately fascinated by the creature. She studies it intently for a few moments and only when she tries to write down notes does she realize her things are missing.

She vaguely recalls she saw other people as she was getting up and asks, "Does anyone know what that is and if it speaks a language we might know?" The question is asked, not looking at the people around her, but as she continues to study the creature with interest.


Nature: [roll0]

[Redstick]

Another man stirred on the damp beach. His head hurt. In fact, it pounded. And it swam, too, as he lifted it to look around. His eyes flickered open and met those of the corpse next to him. It was bloated, and the eyes were bulging grotesquely. Startled, he rolled and scooted backwards on his buttocks to what he felt was a safer distance. More people - some of them still alive - and debris littered the sandy strand. Taking it all in, sitting there in the sand, he came to understand. Shipwrecked. Marooned. Lost to the sea. It would've been downright romantic if it weren't so tragic.

All at once, he imagined those survivalist heroes of yore. Cruseaux. Watné. The Sparrow Captain, but he at least had drink to sustain him. That's what he needed! Just something to take the edge off. Surely one bottle must have made it safely ashore among all this junk.

The man tried to stand up, but the horizon turned over, and he found himself back in the sand. Probably best to take it slow - he'd had a few drinks before everything went toes up. Ever so carefully, he rose to his feet again, using a stray bit of smashed decking to steady himself. He wasn't wearing much more than his nightclothes, he realized. One of the other survivors was talking. It wasn't until she pointed out the creature that he took notice of it. "No idea," he called in reply. He would've suggested she try to talk to it, but the volume of his own voice made him wince, and he was quite sure his throat had never been this dry. Ignoring the toad-beast, he scanned the sand around his feet for a bottle, or at the very least something to defend himself with.

So-And-So is going to look around for anything that looks useful laying around nearby, but the priority is something to drink.

[Aéquitas]

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Phaestos Eastwind (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1240932)

Phaestos wakes up coughing, the last drops of water leaving his longs. As he slowly comes to his sences he starts to look around him. Are there any other survivors? He sees some other people waking up but doesn't see his nephew anywhere.

Randall? Randall my boy where are you? Are you okay?

When he doesn't receive an answer he tries to get up. Scanning his surroundings he spots the wreckage and the creature nearby. His instincts scream that he has to get to that wreckage creature or not.

Are you all okay? Did you see any other survivors? I don't see the captain, and Randall is not here either!

[Caribou3]

Patience had been busy eyeing the scavenger. She didn't notice the other bodies stirring until she heard the pleasant voice of a girl asking what the creature might be, the hoarse voice of cluelessness from a man, and a few moments later the steady but panicked voice of what seemed to be coming from a more mature gentleman. Annoyance swelled up in Patience's throat. She didn't quite know why, but she wished she were the lone survivor.

But, perhaps the Great Old Ones had spared these few for her as resources. They didn't have to be hindrances. This more optimistic strand of thought perked her up. She could and would swing this situation to her advantage.

This thing is a surrakar. While he has humanoid features, he is just a scavenging brute. He won't hurt us unless we threaten him.

Patience said this to answer the girl, but as she looked around the girl was just staring so intently, almost dreamingly, at the creature that Patience wondered if the question had been rhetorical. Her gaze wondered over to an obviously impaired young man staggering around.

Wow. The fool lived. she muttered to herself. While she did not recognize the girl, she recognized this man as the entertainer to Leopold Levesque, the ridiculous ambassador she was assigned to wait on. She had been called upon on five different occasions to bring more wine last night -- she now knew where it went.

Her impending flash of memories of last night was cut short by the older man's cries for Randall. Patience neither knew or cared for the fate of Randall, but he seemed interested in approaching the creature and the wreckage. The diary! She had been distracted for a moment, but Patience also needed to make sure ... maybe just maybe the Surrakar had found it. Maybe it was among that wreckage. Patience refused to believe that an article that powerful could simply be lost at sea. No. It, like me, had a greater destiny in this world.

Sir, sir! Did you lose someone? Randall, is it? Maybe we can approach the beast and coax it away from the wreckage, you could look there. Also, if we find more shiny bits we can trade it to see if it has taken any of our stuff, as well.

Patience stood to her full height and began to comb the beach. She smiled as plans churned in her head as spiritedly as the surf.

Patience is searching the beach primarily for her diary, but also now for shiny bits to attempt to attract the Surrakar

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

"Surrakar. Surrakar. Surrakar." Seirsha says to herself, trying to word out in her mouth a few times. At the mention of Randall she snaps out of her tight focus. She knows she's here to do a job and there's only so little she can get away with putting it aside. So she looks around for Randall as well as her things. If this means walking over to the surrakar, so be it. She just heard it wasn't especially violent.

[Aéquitas]

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Phaestos Eastwind (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1240932)

Phaestos, looked around him franticly until one of the other survivors, offered him her help. He only picks up bits and pieces of her message. Just hearing the things he wants to hear.

Yes my nephew Randall. You saw him around the wreckage? We must go look for him, if he passed out at the wreckage he is still in danger of drowning or getting attacked by that creature. We must be careful not to provoke it. Come, come!

Phaestos, doesn't wait for her answer and starts walking to the wreckage. Carefully so not to provoke the creature.

[OneFamiliarFace]

The creature seems unperturbed by the tiny band of Sarkomandians, but keeps its distance. The sand is strewn about with the corpses of gendarmes and sailors. Imagining their equipment might be inside the rooms they had commandeered on the ship, the group heads for it. No one but these four seems to still be alive, though there is no sign of Randall or Captain Talon among the dead.

Now that the group has time to take stock, they can see a small hill a ways off which could allow a better vantage of what is going on. But for now, they head for the ship to search the wreckage. It seems that the beast has not yet gotten into the ship, so everything is there. Patience, however, cannot find her book. She was pouring over it when the ship crashed, so either it is at sea or in the surrakar's rope pack.

You guys can also investigate the ship with investigate checks to find other supplies that might be useful, but time will pass if you do.

Patience, can I get an insight and a perception check along with your post?

[Caribou3]

Patience, can I get an insight and a perception check along with your post?[/SPOILER]

Insight check: [roll0] + 0
Perception check: [roll1] + 0

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

Seirsha walks up as close to the surrakar as it lets her without making some "go away or bad things happen" noise and tries to see what it's collected so far and if it's anything the group particularly needs.


If for some reason it totally ignores her, she'll actually start looking through what it's collected if that's required to tell what all is there.

[Caribou3]

Insight check: [roll0] + 0
Perception check: [roll1] + 0

Patience comes out of the wreckage figuratively "red faced." Where is it?! She is doing her best to keep her frustration to herself. She sees the girl approaching the Surrakar, and quickly hop-skips over her damp robes to catch up. Her eyes flick suspiciously to the sack it is holding. There it is! Of course it is in the clutches of a enlarged frog, she sighs. Careful to remain behind the inquisitive girl, she smiles to herself. It is a shame, one doesn't see a Surrakar very often.

Be careful. It might get spooked.

Patience is going to cast Dissonant Whispers. Rolling to hit 1d20 +5, if she hits damage : 3d6

[Redstick]

Unable to find anything to drink in his immediate vicinity, the man stumbled off through the loose sand toward the beached wreckage of The Emperor's Calling. Sand was in his mouth and hair, and he was starting to notice a stinging sensation on one side of his face from the sunburn. Picking his way carefully amid the vessel's broken timbers, he started overturning barrels and other debris in hopes of finding something - anything! to quench his thirst.

What's the status of the ship? Obviously wrecked, but is it mostly intact or mostly splinters? Also, is there anything visible out at sea? Any other landmasses?

Going to investigate the ship, at least until something bad happens: Investigate [roll0]

[Caribou3]

Patience comes out of the wreckage figuratively

Patience is going to cast Dissonant Whispers. Rolling to hit 1d20 +5, if she hits damage : [roll0]

Roll to hit : [roll1]+5, damage if hit: [roll2]

[OneFamiliarFace]

Seirsha gets pretty close to the creature as it rummages about, not terribly concerned with something so much smaller than she is. It is difficult to tell what is in there, other than that there doesn't seem to be a distinction between broken and whole and there is a definite preference for shinies.

Phaestos doesn't find Randall inside of the ship either.

The actor stumbles around in the hold of the ship, finding an entire box full of rum. He rips off the lid just as he hears the loud roar of some giant, toad-like monster.

Outside, the surrakar suddenly rears up with its hands pressed into its head. It turns, wild-eyed and focuses on the nearest thing to it. It roars towards Seirsha, and she feels some of its spittle land on her face. The thick muscles underneath its skin ripple as it begins to move towards her.

The ship is about half splinters, with the back half still mostly in tact and upright on the beach, the hold is accessible by walking, but the upper level would require a short climb up.

Right now, all you can see is ocean, beach, and the jungle off in the distance. If you could get to the hill on the beach, then you would have a better vantage (I will provide you with a map), but now there seems to be more pressing problems.

The Surrakar passed its save and took 5 damage. To keep things rolling this early, I have rolled initiative for everyone. Feel free to just go as a group, except Phaestos.

Leopold - Just found rum in the hold
Patience - Outside with the creature
Seirsha - 10ft from creature, closest too it
Phaestos - In the hold of the ship
Surrakar - Just got mind-whipped. Is confused and scared. Could be calmed down, but would be quite difficult.

[Redstick]

"Léopold Lévesque" (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242418)

With a sand crusted smile, the thin man firmly grasped the lid of the wooden case and pulled it free. Within, the corks of multiple bottles smiled back up at him. Reaching in, he pulled one bottle loose. He started to prying the cork loose with his teeth when he heard a roar from just outside. Looking at the other man in the hold in a panic, he whimpered, "Gods, it's going to eat us!" He turned and shuffled back to the opening in the hull of ship, where he could see the frog-creature approaching one of the other survivors. It seemed clear that it had no good intentions.

He looked down at the liquid sloshing gently in the bottle, then hefted it over his head with a grimace. Inching forward, he prepared to heave the bottle at the menacing beast. Hopefully such a waste wouldn't be necessary, but at least there were more bottles in the case.

I'm going to ready an action to throw the bottle (improvised weapon) at the surrakar, when it approaches to within 5 ft of one of the other survivors. Hopefully I can be within normal range when I throw and apply Sneak Attack damage (1d6).

[Caribou3]

PATIENCE -- Well, shoot.

Hmmmm. Ok. OK. OK!

Patience backs up rapidly as the creature roars in the face of the girl. Some creatures just don't know when to drop dead when they should. Time for plan B, she thinks as she scoots back.

Eldritch blast: [roll0] potential damage: [roll1]

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

As curious about creatures as she is and despite the fact that she doesn't particularly want to kill things, Seirsha is aware of the need to defend herself when something suddenly attack. Still she panics (with a bit of an alarmed "eek!") and runs away a good bit before remembering to actually do something to harm or at least scare the creature away. She points backwards at it, doing a few arcane gestures with her fingers, and the sound of dolorous bell fills the air around the surrakar.


Moving 30 feet away and casting Toll the Dead on the Surrakar. It needs to make a DC 13 Wisdom save or take [roll0] necrotic damage.

[OneFamiliarFace]

The surrakar charges to follow Seirsha when a bell tolls and shakes the creature to its bones. It scoops up a heavy piece of lumber from the sand and flings it at her. The huge piece of detritus crashes into her shoulder, knocking her off-balance. Probably thinking it had dealt with the source of its woes, it turns and moves off towards the ocean.

The surrakar fails its save and takes 5 damage, hurls a piece of lumber at Seirsha, and then turns to move away. It is now 50 ft away from everyone.

Seirsha is clipped with lumber for 4 bludgeoning damage.

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

Seirsha is knocked off her feet by the massive (for her, that was half her total hit points) blow. She lands face down in the dirt, trying to catch her breath for a minute and making vague pain but not horrible pain moaning.

A white furred stoat pops it's head up out of her collar and begins to lick her face.

[Aéquitas]

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Phaestos Eastwind (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1240932)

As he comes out of the wreckage, Phaestos sees Seirsha getting knocked of her feet. Keeping an eye on the creature he runs to her as quick as he can.

Miss, are you okay? You took quite blow there. Here, let me help you sit. The creature ran away, I am not sure what you did, but I think you gave it quite a scare!

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

"Uh... I guess so?" Seirsha replies to the question in regards to her health. She isn't really "ok", but hasn't suffered any permanent injuries as far as she can tell.
"Thanks." she says both as thanks for the help up and to the maybe compliment.

[Caribou3]

PATIENCE

Sh**. Sh**! SH**! NO! Patience yells as she sees the Surrakar take off. She runs past the girl and older man.

STOP! She emits with the force of panic from her mind to its, while simultaneously preparing for her next attack. *Once again she reaches out to that small place where the Great Old Ones had taken up residence in her mind. Her muttering of the ancient and unusual sounding incantation made her tongue twist in foreign ways that were still new to her. Simultaneously, the fingers of her left hand twitched in an unnatural pattern -- some knuckles on each finger bending while others stayed straight. At the end of the incantation, she thrust her left arm forward like a shot put, and oily black shadow erupted from her palm arcing gracefully through the air. She had a brief moment to admire how the shadows swirled off the shot like fire and left a momentary purple-tinted wake in the air. She waited eagerly for that final magnificent flash of black and purple that would signify success.

Patience yells STOP in the Surrakar's mind using Awakened Mind. She runs 30ft so that she is keeping pace.

Also, casts Eldritch Blast. [roll0] damage: [roll1]

If spell hits and it dies, I would like to loot its body.
If it does not die, I would like to throw another Eldritch Blast as soon as possible.

** Since this is an edit** Patience smiles and laughs to herself as she is reunited with her diary, clutching it close. She sees the red ruby fall out of the surrakar's bag and into the water. She immediately swats down and thrusts her hand down after it! Finally! A stroke of good luck! she says out loud to herself. She pockets the ruby and high steps out of the water and toward the others.

[Redstick]

"Léopold Lévesque" (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242418)

The thin man began to lower the bottle, thankful for not having thrown it, until the tiefling took to a run after the frog-beast. Confused and panicking, he hustled forward to the other survivors and called after her, "What are you doing?! Don't bring it back!" He hefted the bottle and looked to and fro anxiously. Something was very wrong with that woman, he felt sure. Indecisively, he weighed the options. Should he help her? More hands and more heads probably meant a better chance of survival. But what if one of the heads was out of its mind? Better to stick close to the other two. The muscled, bearded man looked like he could handle himself - at least judging by the size of his arms.

I'll ready an action to Dash. I just want to stay on Phaesto's hip. If he moves, I'll move.

[OneFamiliarFace]

Destroying Local Fauna Already

The fleeing creature is hit square in the back of the head by Patience's blast, teeters, and falls over, half in and half out of the water. She rushes madly to the creature, soaking her leggings as she kneels in the water to rip apart its pack. She immediately finds her journal. Upon pulling it free, a fist-sized, beautifully cut, spherical ruby falls into the water. The rest of the pack seems to be junk.

The party gathers themselves together and scrounges what they can from the ship. Leopold has to decide between actual supplies and liquor. The rest of the party now knows where to locate a near endless supply of rope and dried rations. But the water and ale casks were broken in the crash. There is no fresh water to be found. They decide to get their bearings and head to the nearby hill to get a better view.

On top of the Hill

Wind sweeps over the beach. A lumbering creature finishes its search and moves off into the water. Four small figures plod through the sand in the high sun towards a dune. Upon reaching its modest summit:

A giant, smoldering mountain looms in the distance over the jungle, billowing smoke out of its top. It dominates the skyline and comprises a large portion of the island they are on. As they stand in awe, a slight tremor rumbles through the dune, and everyone must take a stronger stance to stay on their feet. There is no particular physical evidence of this, but they get the sense that something is somehow angry with them.

As they take stock of the rest of the surrounding area, they see that the area behind them is ocean as far as the eye can see. The jungle and volcanor are to their northwest. To the northeast is a large structure which appears to be made of old wreckage (the surrakar swims this direction). Off to the southwest is what looks to be a few small huts comprising a tiny village. The whole island seems to move uphill as it goes to the northwest and west.

At the sudden feeling of being lost, the party feels a powerful thirst.

The pack is filled with junk, but you can get any equipment a gendarme would likely be armed with, though it probably would not be useful to you.

[Caribou3]

Destroying Local Fauna Already

The party gathers themselves together and scrounges what they can from the ship. Leopold has to decide between actual supplies and liquor. The rest of the party now knows where to locate a near endless supply of rope and dried rations. But the water and ale casks were broken in the crash. There is no fresh water to be found. They decide to get their bearings and head to the nearby hill to get a better view.

PATIENCE

As Patience was digging through the wreckage with the others, her mind was rapidly flickering with thoughts and possibilities. Soon, after the immediate needs of the group were met, the time for introductions would come. Who would she be? She could be anyone! Well, true, she had a distinctive look, and quite obviously Gendarme, but they do not know her rank, her name, her circumstances ... her motivations. What did she want now? She could escape, go AWOL, start a new life ... This thought immediately seemed unattainable. She is too easily spotted and remembered. Any brown hair Sally could walk into a town and go unnoticed and unremembered. Not her. Besides, she is sure Luber would not let her disappear so easily.
Now trudging in the sand uphill in silence, she wonders, how could she turn the situation to her advantage? On the bright side, as the only surviving Gendarme, her status had gone up in the world. She is now in charge. In charge of a probably dead ambassador. Funny thing. The drunk fool was smart enough to survive while the high-bred and educated ambassador wasn't. An idea forms in her imagination ... the time for introductions was coming. She couldn't be anyone, but the fool could be. He could be Ambassador Leopold Levesque. He could be a better Leopold than Leopold was. Maybe this mission could be completed. Securing Thunderhorn for Sarkomand practically by herself probably would elevate her in the Gendarme to the point where she would be free from Luber and his influence. And, prove to him that she doesn't need him, his Patron, his money, his advice, his training, his attention, his fatherly affection ...! With difficulty, Patience stops this juggernaut of thought as she realized her hands shaking. Taking a long breath in, she looks over at the blonde man just a step ahead of her.

Hello. Don't look around. I am the red lady behind you. Don't look around! Just listen. The ambassador is probably dead and we are shipwrecked. No one knows who we are or our station in life. This is an opportunity for us to go up in the world. If you assume the identity of Ambassador Leopold Levesque, and I become your body guard, we can work to secure Thunderhorn for Sarkomand. Think of the riches and acclaim we will receive if we succeed! Plus, you'll be entitled to all the perks as an ambassador wherever we go -- including free drinks. Or, we can be eventually collected by Sarkomand, tried, and executed for the enormous failure of this mission. Believe me, you won't like what happens between the trial and the execution. I'm asking nicely now, but keep in, haha!, "mind" that I don't like being told no. Blink once if we are in accord. Blink twice if you'd like to not blink again.

[Redstick]

"Léopold Lévesque" (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242418)

He was afraid to blink at all.

He had rifled through a number of different cabins in the wreckage of the Emperor's Calling, all the while clutching his case of rum. Some dead fellows' clothes, a fairly unworn set of supple leather boots, and - best of all - a finely crafted sword, finer than he had ever held. He hardly knew how to use it, truth be told. The last time he'd even held anything like it was a simple stage foil, when he'd played in The Count of Croque Monsieur. He spent a few minutes trying to remember some of the footwork from the final duel, but he gave up in favor of drinking some rum and tagging along with the others to find some shelter.

Then the voice came. It made his knees shake. He pictured the frog-thing laying in the surf, its head smitten by some otherworldly magic. Jaw clenched, he blinked. A bead of sweat touched the corner of his eye, and it was all he could do not to blink again.

"Léopold" nervously scratched the back of his head.

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

Seirsha, having gathered up her equipment and a bunch of extra rope and rations, pulls a book out of her pack and begins writing down notes on and drawing a picture of the Surrakar.

[Caribou3]

"Léopold Lévesque" (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242418)

Then the voice came. It made his knees shake. He pictured the frog-thing laying in the surf, its head smitten by some otherworldly magic. Jaw clenched, he blinked. A bead of sweat touched the corner of his eye, and it was all he could do not to blink again.

"Léopold" nervously scratched the back of his head.

https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242866

Perfect!
Patience chirped cheerily in Leopold's mind as the group ascended to top of the dune. Her eyes tore away from the new "Leopold." She had found it amusing to keep staring at him to see how long he could prevent that second blink. But, after thirty seconds or so, it was on to more important matters.

She moved forward from the back of the group, clapping "Leopold" on the shoulder and giving him a little lash on the bottom with her tail as she strode forward.

The confidence born from her new-found plot waned as the tremors from the dune shook the company. It now dawned on her that she may not make it to Thunderhorn. Water. Survival was the goal. She looked at each of the faces around her.

Where to next? We need shelter an' fresh water. The Surrakar nest ov'r yonder migh' be by a fresh water source. It also looks like there's a lil' village over there. Maybe they could help us. Patience was surprised to hear her words slur a bit. Her tongue felt fat and was sticking to the roof of her mouth.

I would like to do a perception check to look more closely at the Surrakar camp looking for sources/evidence of fresh water. [roll0]

[Redstick]

"Léopold Lévesque" (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242418)

"Léopold" looked about, hoping that one of the other survivors would know what to do. His tormentor pointed to the structure of old debris and flotsam to the northeast, indicating it as some kind of nest. He told himself it was the quaking earth that made his knees knock, but his tremulous voice gave him away as he said, "You don't suppose there would be more of those...those things at the nest, do you?" He looked back at the other "thing" they had already encountered, the surrakar swaying gently in the surf. Turning around, he spied the village. It seemed quaint compared to the municipality to which he was accustomed. Would the natives be any more civilized than the toad-creature? Those that Cruseaux found turned out to be cannibals - man-eaters! But surely they would have a source of fresh water, at least, and probably some vegetables or coconuts or something. No self-respecting cannibal lives on man-flesh alone, he reasoned.

"I suggest we try the village," he said, still hesitant. "They must have some means of sustenance. And I'm sure our Gendarme warrior here will protect us!"

[Aéquitas]

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Phaestos Eastwind (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1240932)

Phaestos stands with the others for a while, lost in thought. How could everything have gone so wrong, he wonders. He can't really remember what happened, he must have knocked his head when the ship went down. It would explain the pain and dizzyness as well.
Would his nephew be safe? He didn't see his body, so he could still be alive.....


"I suggest we try the village," he said, still hesitant. "They must have some means of sustenance. And I'm sure our Gendarme warrior here will protect us!"

That would probably be the most logical place his nephew would have gone, if he survived the crash.. Phaestos began to have hope again....

"That sounds like a good plan. Lead the way my friend."

[OneFamiliarFace]

The Fished Village

Upon approaching the village, you notice that it is eerily quiet. It is comprised of six wooden huts with thatch roofs. There are a few fishing boats off a poorly made dock, but they seem to be partially sunk in the water. The door to the hut nearest you swings slowly open and shut in the wind.

As the party enters the door, they immediately noticed the bloody corpse thrown against the back wall. It is barely recognizable as a person, but is a person nonetheless. As Seirsha bends down to examine the corpse, she imagines this must have happened within the past day. The body seems to be partially eaten. The rest of the room is austere, with a few empty clay pots. It looks like it was ransacked, as some of the pots are broken, the straw mattress is torn apart and strewn about. The herbs that were drying on the ceiling seem to have been ripped down.

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

"Eww." Seirsha remarks. "Think this happened recently. Also. Eww." she says and then exits the hut. She goes and checks another building, hoping for less gross corpses, but trying to brace herself for it just in case.

[OneFamiliarFace]

The Fished Village

Seirsha barely even has to push open the next door before the same rust smell of blood hits her full one. She takes a quick scan around the room and sees that it is about the same, though this time it is a small family. From the farthest house in the village, the sound of a clay pot breaking rings out.

[Redstick]

"Léopold Lévesque" (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242418)

"Léopold" covered the lower half of his face with his sleeve in disgust at the sight of the body and the stench of death. His mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that the surrakar had done the deed, and he gave the thought voice, saying, "That frog thing must have killed them. We have done this island a great service by being rid of it!"

He backed out of the hut behind Seirsha, mostly in revulsion, and heard the sound of ceramics being smashed. In a rush, he grabbed the hilt of the sword at his hip and (after a bit of trouble) managed to pry it loose from the scabbard. "Wh-who goes there?!" he called at the house, brandishing the blade nervously in the same direction.

[OneFamiliarFace]

The Fished Village

As they look down the village, they see many of the doors have blood on them. A lone body lies in the middle of the village, torn apart. When Leopold cries out, the sound stops. A moment later, the front door of the final hut bursts open and something jumps out!

An old, leathery woman stands defiantly, her sea-salted hair done up in a messy top. Her clothing seems to have been repaired multiple times, with some parts being replaced with netting. She has a pack slung over her shoulder with what are probably the belongings of the various houses, and with bloodstained hands she wields a blackened, double-sided oar like it is a staff. "By the fires, more pirates! Stay off my island!"

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

By this point Seirsha is close to crying at all the horrible sights around and she exclaims a hurt and confused, "What?"

[Caribou3]

"Léopold Lévesque" (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242418)
"I suggest we try the village," he said, still hesitant. "They must have some means of sustenance. And I'm sure our Gendarme warrior here will protect us!"

PATIENCE

Heading down to the village, Patience was silent. "Leopold's" remark had stung her like an insult. Warrior? Warriors were pawns in the chess game. The empires of great kings were built on the on the graves of warriors. Some would find valor and honor in that profession. Patience, however, never saw the perks of being considered honorable whilst worms slowly turned you into compost. No, it was much better to be the ruler. What was the blonde-headed fool playing at?

Such thoughts carried her absentmindedly into town with the others. Her mind suddenly snapping to attention walking into the first hut. Blood. A gory murder scene. The hairs on the back of her neck raised, her breath making a slight hiss when passing through her bared teeth.

She saw the young girl dart out of the hut. She followed out of the hut, but waited outside. She knew what most likely was inside. At "Leopold's" suggestion that it was a surrakar, Patience just shook her head. No, nothing could drive that animal to such brutality. The corpse was too mangled and it had been partially eaten. This was a much more sinister beast.

A broken pot.

"Wh-who goes there?!"

Patience sees the bloodstained old woman. Not a beast, a maniac! Interesting. Staying a safe distance away (because she wasn't a warrior), she once again tapped into that reservoir of ancient power seated in the back of her mind, her fingers twitching unnaturally, and her smiling mouth almost lovingly forming those foreign words that were becoming easier and more familiar. Weightless black ichor erupted from her outstretched palm, streaking its way toward the target. For a moment, seeing her shot snake through the air gave her a moment of elated joy. The rules and strict discipline of Sarkomand seemed to have sunk into the sea with the ship. Is this freedom?

"LUBER!" Her scream was drowned by the sound of the blast.

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[OneFamiliarFace]

The Fished Village

The old woman's resolve seems to collapse as the black bolt narrowly misses her and slams shut the door of the nearby shack. "Fire forsake you awful people." As she says that, the earth rumbles and a dark black cloud spews from the distant volcano. She stares, sadly, into Patience's eyes for a short moment to the rest, but for what seems like forever to Patience.

Patience begins among the inky blackness of the stars. She is cold and not quite alone. There is so little sound that she feels she can hear her mind think. Then the lights are the Gendarme blur into long lines and she plummets in a direction that feels like down, for days for months she races. She is vaguely aware that her body is in a cold sweat. In the distance, a small speck appears, and then almost instantly it is a blue/green sphere. The vague feeling of movement becomes one of falling, through clouds, though air, burning, and the land rushes up to meet her. She meets the ground and crashes through it as it shatters like glass. And she is tunneling feet first into the deep depths of the ground until she bursts free into a molten pit of lava.

"I see you. And there are gods greater than yours." With that, the old woman races off into the jungle, heading for the smoke-spewing volcano. Patience is on her knees, feverishly hot.

The party is left alone in the bloody, empty village. Alone on the island. Alone, even with each other.

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

Seirsha looks in horror at her companion attacking an old lady defending her home and then at said companion falling to her knees and then back to the old lady running away. Alarmed and confused she proclaims, "What!!??"

[Caribou3]

PATIENCE (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242866)

Patience's eyes finally focused as the old woman was disappearing into the forest. She immediately became aware of stifling heat around her. This was new. She normally didn't have a problem with heat. Usually heat was comforting. Not this. This is suffocating her. She leaned back, tumbling onto her bottom, an elbow supporting her. She was now looking wide-eyed and lost into the faces of the companions she just remembered she had.

"That was ..." She waited for the rest of her brain to dribble down from the stars, "...a bad idea."

A new feeling was washing over her now -- rather, a feeling she hasn't felt since she was a small thing. Humilty. She was once again just a little her in a big, strange place. But, somewhere deep down, a tiny little voice of that same little girl thought to herself, That was so cool.

[Redstick]

"Léopold Lévesque" (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242418)

The rumbling of the island sent "Léopold" reeling to the ground, from where he watched the rest of the events in wonder. Black smoke and ash darkened part of the sky. Looking around, he saw the others in what seemed to be a similar state of confusion. Patience was the worst off, he thought, and the old woman had thankfully disappeared. He scrambled to his feet and stumbled over to the kneeling tiefling. She was sweating. The rapier still lay in the sand where he had fallen over.

"A-are you alri-" he stammered, before remembering who he was supposed to be. Swallowing, he stood up a little taller and put on a deeper tone of voice, saying. "Wa! Well, of course you are! Well done, Gendarme, on fending off that madwoman. You other two should be thankful for our protector!"

[Caribou3]

"A-are you alri-" he stammered, before remembering who he was supposed to be. Swallowing, he stood up a little taller and put on a deeper tone of voice, saying. "Wa! Well, of course you are! Well done, Gendarme, on fending off that madwoman. You other two should be thankful for our protector!"

PATIENCE (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242866)

... um, yes ... sir?

After having time rolled out like dough and then condensed again, Patience found that she couldn't quite remember the small details surrounding her situation, like who these people were -- especially the blonde with the sudden, off-putting machismo. Images of the shipwreck, the surrakar, and the grisly murder scene sluggishly amble by in her mind as she struggles to get to her feet.

Looking at her three companions, and buying for more time to piece her most recent memories together, she asks, Forgive me, I seem to have forgotten your names.

[Ramsus]

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Seirsha Garnet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1241579)
Human Wizard
Concentrating On: --

Seirsha looks at Léopold with disbelief, clearly not buying his version of events where attacking an old woman defending her home was not what just occurred. "What?" she says flatly, eyed narrowed clearly displaying her suspicion either for why someone would lie about that or the intelligence of someone who would truly perceive the situation that way.

Thankfully her attention was actually on the people around her now when Patience asked her question, so she actually noticed it was asked. "Seirsha Garnet." she replies warily.