Scene: The Cove

[DinbinFanfoom]

Erik & Togar:

After a fitful bit of rest, Erik and Togar awake to the sound of the surf. The wind is dying, but the sky is still grey. They must have been really exhausted. They sit up and notice a bit of crude writing scrawled into the sand:

geting cap
bak soon

They see that where the skiff was, there are only a few gouges in the sand that lead to the sea. A quarter mile out the skiff bobs in the swell, a single crewman rowing. A quarter mile beyond that is The Wayfarer, propped up on the reef. Erik and Togar appear to be in some sort of large, crescent-shaped bay. Far to the east, they see jagged rocks climbing higher into cliffs. The two unfortunates sit at the edge of the jungle, which is behind to the north. The beach curves away from to the southwest. Bits and pieces of wood and rope and sail are washing up nearby.


Damelon & Crashing:

With a groan, Damelon sits up. He manages to register that Crashing is sitting next to him, watching the water and looking a bid shell-shocked.

"Ungh... how long were we out?"

"Don't know. It's daytime, at least..."

They find themselves on a beach that runs north/south, with the jungle behind to the west. The beach curves around to the northeast, and across the large bay they can see a steep cliffs rising from the see. About a half-mile to the south, they see what appears to be a small stream emerging from the jungle and merging with the ocean. The sky is grey, with clouds scudding by, but the storm seems to be over, at least. They see the wreck of The Wayfarer about a half-mile out in the water to the southeast.

Both Damelon and Crashing (Passive Perception 19 & 15) notice what appears to be a humanoid figure lying face-up about a hundred feet away to the northeast, along the beach. It's arm moves feebly.

(Damelon & Crashing each start the day with 1 surge expended)


Sigurd:

Water runs into Sigurd's nose. It makes him choke and snort. He startles awake and finds himself on his stomach, at the edge of the waterline. He lifts himself up with his hands and briefly looks around. This shore continues west/east, with large, black rocks rising a few hundred yards to the east. Sigurd rolls over and sits up. At least all his gear seems to be intact...

Wait? What's that to the west? A crate sticking out of the sand? (Passive Perception: 14)

(Sigurd starts the day with 2 surges expended)


KT:

Something pinches KT's leg. "Todd... that's not appropriate..." he murmurs, half dazed. Suddenly, he is awake with a start, scrambling forward.

"Whew" he sighs, looking back over his shoulder. "Hermit crab."

KT looks around and sees that he is on a sandy beach... with jungle to the north and the ocean to the south. Straight out in the water, about a half-mile out, he sees the remains of The Wayfarer... is that a small boat pulling for it? He squints.

Something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye (Passive Perception: 14). There appears to be a humanoid figure, lying face-down near the water edge to his west.

(KT starts the day with 2 surges expended)

[Quervo]

Well now I will have to say that was kinda fun... but not that i want to do it again. Have you seen any sign of the others yet?

Looking around Togar sees his pack and oilcloth wraped huck o'steel laying near where the skift was.?????? guessing here.

Maybe we should look for any survivers. I will go this way (left), Pointing at Erik, you go that way (right) along the beach... also look for any place we might be able to make a camp, fresh water, some cover?

[Asharad]

I will go over and check on the washed up, face up humanoid.

"Let's go see if he's alive. Maybe he's not and we can eat him, I'm frightful hungry."

[EricStratton]

"Only others I see are you and our able seaman in the rowboat.

"You know, friend, this isn't the first time I've woken up on a beach and been not entirely sure how I got there. First time my partner, if you will, was a man, though." Erik stands up and brushes some sand off his robe. He squirms uncomfortably. "Oh, that does get into the nastiest of places, doesn't it? *sigh*"

"Ok, east I go." He turns about after a few paces and states, "My name's Erik, by the way," and continues off. You see him stop after a few yards to check his reflection in the water's edge and adjust his hair.

[Asharad]

First time my partner, if you will, was a man, though.

Somewhere down the beach Crashing stops suddenly and looks around, as if he heard whispering voices but couldn't trace the origin of the sound.

"Hmm," he said, to no one in particular, "somebody nearby just tole a lie."

[Shiz]

Damelon sits up looking around and then follows Crashing towards the face-down humanoid.

[Lycos]

Sigurd manages to pull himself up into a sitting position.

What ze hell happened? He begins to get his bearings. He figures that getting his gear on might be a good start since he has no idea of what kind of things lurk beyond the tree line. Sigurd begins to put his gear on. Some protection and some offense is necessary at this point.

After he gets his gear on, he will double check that there is no one around him. He will check for tracks in the area. And if it is all clear, he will head over to the crate.

[Zyzzyx]

Something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye (Passive Perception: 14). There appears to be a humanoid figure, lying face-down near the water edge to his west.
KT jumps forward to move towards the figure on the beach. Just as quick as he jumped to move he comes to a complete stop. What if its someone who's dead, not just tired? He'd really rather not deal with such a thing. But, what if its one of the guys from the boat and he just needs some help? KT thinks about if he was face down out there and someone ignored him. With that he moves cautiously towards it.

[DinbinFanfoom]

Togar retrieves his items from the area where the skiff was. Thankfully they didn't get too wet. He and Erik agree to split up and search the beach. Togar heads Southwest, Erik heads east.

After a few hundred feet, Togar still hasn't seen anything but water, sand, trees and bits of wood. He gathers some of the drier stuff, thinking a fire might be a good idea later. He keeps heading SW, his arms growing more and more full as he goes.

Erik strolls east, along the beach. The rocks appear to be some distance ahead. Probably a mile or more likely two. Looking back, he sees Togar growing smaller in the distance. Is he picking up something?

Elsewhere, Crashing and Damelon walk over to the figure that lies on the sand, half out of the water. As they get closer, they note that the moving arm was simply from the ebbing waves jostling it. This man appears quite dead, and you think you recognize him from The Wayfarer... one of the crew. His eyes are closed, and he's missing his shoes. Though only recently dead, he doesn't look particularly appetizing. Yet.

Sigurd, ever the man of action, stands and disentangles his semi-attached armour and gear, reassembling it into a more functional formation. He takes a look around him and sees that he is alone. He strolls over to the wooden crate, which is about 2' x 1' and protrudes from the wet sand. It looks recently washed-up, probably from The Wayfarer.

In yet another place, KT approaches the humanoid figure carefully. This appears to be a sailor from The Wayfarer. He's face down, so KT can only assume he is dead, given his face being stuck in the wet sand, though it's hard to tell from this distance and angle. KT's eyes are drawn to the man's boots, which appear to be of good quality. The man's oilskin cloak is strung out beside him, half-draped over a shore rock that protrudes from the sand.

[Lycos]

Sigurd will open the crate, and look inside.

[Shiz]

After making sure he is dead - will try to help him if he isn't - Damelon looks up and down the beach and yells "Anyone there? Shipwreck!"

[Asharad]

I'll pull the dead guy up and out of the surf. it's only the decent thing to do.

Also, if we have to eat him later he won't have floated off.

While I am dragging him out of the sun I'll check and see if there is anything interesting about him.

[EricStratton]

"What's he picking up?" Erik thinks. "I...I guess I should pick stuff up too!" He starts to collect shells, washed up dead fish, whatever he can stick in his pockets. Satisfied with his booty, he calls out to any survivors and takes a good look at his surroundings. He sees..."Oh, my feet! Look at that!"

(Perception 2-1)

[Shiz]

I'll pull the dead guy up and out of the surf. it's only the decent thing to do.

Also, if we have to eat him later he won't have floated off.

While I am dragging him out of the sun I'll check and see if there is anything interesting about him.

"Hey Crashing, we might as well try and start a fire. That will at least draw any of the other survivors in our direction. What do you think?"

[Asharad]

"Hey Crashing, we might as well try and start a fire. That will at least draw any of the other survivors in our direction. What do you think?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me."

[Quervo]

togar will walk for what he judges is about an hour... if he doesnt see anyone or anything interesting he will head back

[DinbinFanfoom]

Et tu, KT?

[Zyzzyx]

I'll approach the figure, check for any life, but not expecting any. Still thinking that he'd like the same respect, KT works to pull the body out of the waterline. Then he'll take a closer look at the boots and cloak. Might be something a bit better than his own, or maybe if someone else needs them. KT pauses as he thinks about that for a moment. Where is everyone else?

[DinbinFanfoom]

Sigurd opens the wooden crate. It looks like it was some sort of foot-locker, now that he examines it. Inside is an old shirt, a length of rope that looks like it was used to learn knot-tying on, and a brass tube. A spyglass, maybe?

Damelon and Crashing look over the (obviously now) dead seaman. In one of his pockets, they find 48sp. They drag the corpse above the waterline into the hot sun. Damelon looks NE along the beach and yells, he turns sound and yells towards the stream. He hears no reply. Then, the pair begin gathering bits of wood and flotsam from the wreck. Some of it is wet, but other pieces appear to be quite dry, stuff that's been here for quite some time. Within a few minutes, they get a modest fire going.

Erik continues walking east. Every five yards or so, he gets distracted by bits of pretty shell and eroded glass.

Togar continues walking. After about 45 minutes, he looks up to see what appears to be a thin, vertical column of smoke to the southwest.

KT approaches the figure. This man is clearly drowned. Stooping to grab the figure by the legs to drag him from the surf, he lifts and with a grunt, begins pulling. As he does so, he hears a clicking noise behind him. Dropping the legs and turning, he whirls to see the "rock" seem to shift out from under the cloak. Whatever it is, it's big, black, clicking, and advancing... "Roll Initiative!", it seems to hiss, snapping at him with large claws.

[Lycos]

Sigurd opens the wooden crate. It looks like it was some sort of foot-locker, now that he examines it. Inside is an old shirt, a length of rope that looks like it was used to learn knot-tying on, and a brass tube. A spyglass, maybe?

Sigurd will pull the crate far enough onto the beach so that it won't float away. He'll take it all with him. And he'll examine the brass tube. Can I use it to see through? If so, I will use it to look up and down the shoreline for other people, and use it to look for any sign of ships in the area. Perception +4

[Zyzzyx]

KT approaches the figure. This man is clearly drowned. Stooping to grab the figure by the legs to drag him from the surf, he lifts and with a grunt, begins pulling. As he does so, he hears a clicking noise behind him. Dropping the legs and turning, he whirls to see the "rock" seem to shift out from under the cloak. Whatever it is, it's big, black, clicking, and advancing... "Roll Initiative!", it seems to hiss, snapping at him with large claws.

KT blinks a couple times and thinks to himself, "Been on the water too long, I'm seeing things..."

[Shiz]

Damelon and Crashing split the coin.

"So, Crash. I think we should wait here for a while and let the smoke bring survivors to us. Still, I am hungry. Any ideas?"

What do I see around us? The ocean is what direction?

[Asharad]

"So, Crash. I think we should wait here for a while and let the smoke bring survivors to us. Still, I am hungry. Any ideas?"

Crashing looks over at the dead guy and then back to Damelon. He raises an eyebrow.

"Just sayin', he looks like he worked out. Be a bit tough, but fillin."

He'll look around for something else that looks edible.

[DinbinFanfoom]

I think ES is away this week... someone gonna post for him?

[Zyzzyx]

Erik continues walking east. Every five yards or so, he gets distracted by bits of pretty shell and eroded glass.
Erik keeps walking, enjoying the distractions. After awhile more though he pauses with a fright, realizing he's out of sight of the other fella. Umm... what to do now? He takes one last good look around for anything unusual then makes a quick walk back, trying to avoid the distractions this time.

Seems like he might have seen something, he makes a note to remember it and tell the other guy.

[EricStratton]

(Nice init roll! :lowlol:

Looks like I do have a (weak) connection here. I'll only get to get online a couple, maybe three, times a day, tho.)

[DinbinFanfoom]

Sigurd (Perception: 13) cleans off the spyglass, extends it, and puts it to his eye. There seems to be a bit of water trapped in it, so it's a bit distorted, but it still is better than nothing. He looks to the East and sees the cliffs rising up at the end of the cove. He looks to the North... and sees a green blur, bearing down on him! Oh wait... that's the jungle, and it's too close for the spyglass to be useful. He looks South, and the glass helps him see a bit of blurry detail on the The Wayfarer. The seaman has reached it, and appears to be scrambling onto the deck. He doesn't see anyone else yet. Sigurd turns the spyglass West... and far down the beach he sees... a figure... dancing?

Damelon and Crashing look around after pocketing the coin (update your own character sheet). There isn't anything obviously eatable here. Except (Nature: 19) Crashing notices that a few of the trees at the edge of the jungle might be coconut palms. This might be the type of ocean that has a fish or two in it as well.

Erik, arms full of seashells and driftwood, and thinking he's gone far enough, decides to turn around. When he does (Perception: 18) he notices that far to the other end of the bay (southwest) there appears to be a thin column of smoke.

Togar keeps walking towards the thin line of smoke to the southwest (I assume). As he draws within about a quarter mile of it, he notes that there appear to be two figures near it.

KT's eyes widen at the sight of the giant crustacean advancing on him.

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[Asharad]

"Dees might be coconut palms. If so, dey provide us some milk and some tasty eatin, makeus feel all satisfied. Might be painfulagonizingdeathnut palms too. End result there not as good."

I'll look around for some coconuts and, if I find some, will crack those bitches open and eat and drink.

[Lycos]

Sigurd heads to the man dancing at a jogging pace. He takes everything he has with him.

[Zyzzyx]

KT flails about for a moment and scrambles to the other side of the body. (Move, E6)

Still a bit in shock, he falls back to what he knows best and taunts the crab. He's still trying to understand how such words can affect a... crab, but he goes with it.

- Vicious Mockery; +4 vs WIL, 1d6+4 psychic dmg, Range 10. Target takes -2 penalty to attack rolls until end of my next turn.


Don't have PHB with me today, is it a minor action to draw a sword? If so, KT will do so while fumbling about. If not, he'll fumble about and NOT manage to draw his sword. ;)

[Shiz]

Minor action to draw or sheathe a weapon.

[EricStratton]

"Smoke!" Erik exclaims. "...Smoke? Huh. Let's see what that's all about then." Erik sets off back around the beach.

[DinbinFanfoom]

KT utters a sound not unlike "EEP!" before instinctively generating a cutting limerick on the fly. It is unknown how such words might hurt the feelings of a crustacean bearing little in the arena of thinking faculties, but nonetheless, the artful sounds strike home, hitting the crab in the itty-bitty-pea-brain.

(ATK: 13 vs WIL: Hit, DMG: 7, Crab is -2 ATK)

The Crab strikes out in vengeful retaliation (or is it just instinct?) but, still stinging from the tongue-lashing, it misses the mouthy bard. (AoO for KT's ranged attack at 0 range)

Remustering it's crusty courage, it responds with it's own attack, however: a Crushing Grab (ATK: 23-2 vs AC: Hit, DMG: 8, KT is grappled and immobilized but can still attack or attempt to escape) that snags the bard's ankle in a painfully strong grasp.

Togar?

[Quervo]

Togar will just keep walking that direction, once he gets close enough to be heard he will yell out,

Any of you seen seen anyone else... I think the puker will be headed here shortly... he headed off the other direction on the beach to see if he could find or help anyone.

[DinbinFanfoom]

After a few minutes of stalking, Crashing returns to the fireside with a couple of freshly skewered coconuts on his spear. :D Between he and Damelon, they manage to get several opened and partake of the rich milk and flesh.

Sigurd begins jogging down the beach towards where he saw the gyrating figure. "Maybe some sort of tribal ritual?" he thinks. It will be several minutes before he gets there.

Erik strides confidently down the beach, humming a cutesy tune, carrying his baubles. Soon, he passes the site where he started from, and follows what he assumes to be Togar's footsteps.

Togar finally draws near to where the fire is burning. Next to it, he sees two humans. Several smashed coconut husks lie on the ground. The human with the spear appears to be attempting to fashion some sort of upper-body under-garment out of the shells... Togar is... apprehensive. The two look up when they see him approach (Togar has encountered Damelon and Crashing)

[Shiz]

"Hail, fellow shipmate. We are awaiting the rest of the survivors. Glad you were one of them. Come have a coconut."

[Asharad]

"Stay away from da dead guy though, we lettin him season a bit."

[Quervo]

Dont you know it actully works better to dress 'em out. we could use the fire to smoke some of the meat. Make it last longer...

[DinbinFanfoom]

Only required posts at this point are KT's, Erik's and Sigurd's, but the rest can feel to RP as they wish. :D

[EricStratton]

Erik continues whistling to himself and following both the smoke and footsteps.

[Asharad]

Dont you know it actully works better to dress 'em out. we could use the fire to smoke some of the meat. Make it last longer...


"Dis one was pudgy though. Seem a waste to burn off all that tasty fat makin him into jerky."

[Shiz]

Sigurd continues his slow run. It actually feels good to be on land again after all that boat time. He probably should be paying more careful attention...

[DinbinFanfoom]

KT? Round 2?

[Zyzzyx]

Right... sorry guv'nor, missed that one...

KT is a bit too surprised to come up with anything to say, and the basic fight instinct comes out.

- Guiding Strike; +7 vs AC, 1d8+4 dmg, Melee, Target takes -2 to defense of my choice until end of my next turn. (-2 to AC)

[DinbinFanfoom]

Sigurd can make the figure out more clearly now. It appears to be the bard from the ship... was his name? Something odd... Katie? Something like that. The fellow appeared to be yelling and hopping about and swinging his sword at something... attached to his leg. (Sigurd will encounter KT next round)

Erik keeps walking towards the smoke. Yup, a fire alright. Looks like the people around it, too. Were they friendly? Erik pauses to consider his options.

Damelon, Togar and Crashing see a figure approaching their little impromptu coconut-roast.

Round 2:

KT is locked in mortal combat with the giant crab, which is angry at him for disturbing it's meal. He swings his sword at it, but the metal glances off the hard carapace. (ATK: 5+7 vs AC = Not enough)

The crab responds violently, attempting to crunch down on his ankle. The wiry bard manages to wriggle enough to keep it from getting a good purchase, however (6+5 vs AC 16 = miss)

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[Zyzzyx]

Well heck, I was thinking an Escape attempt was a standard action, was wrong.
ESCAPE: MOVE ACTION
✦ Acrobatics or Athletics: Make an Acrobatics check
vs. Reflex or an Athletics check vs. Fortitude against
the creature or effect that immobilized you.
✦ Check: Resolve your check.
Success: You end the grab and can shift as part of
this move action.
Failure: You’re still grabbed.

With the crab not able to hurt him on that attempt, KT realizes he might have a chance to get away and tries wiggling his foot out again.

Eh, forgot to specify ath/acro, but doubt it matters on a 10.

Not expecting much success in getting away, KT takes another swing at the crab.

- Guiding Strike; +7 vs AC, 1d8+4 dmg, Melee, Target takes -2 to defense of my choice until end of my next turn. -2 Reflex

[DinbinFanfoom]

OK so roll me ath or acro.

[DinbinFanfoom]

Round 3:

KT tries in vain to wriggle his ankle out of the crab claw (10+0 vs either: fail). In desperation, he takes another swing at the tenacious crustacean and manages to strike it in a solid manner (22 vs AC: hit, 9 damage, -2 to ATK until EoNT). The crab is looking pretty ragged (bloodied).

The crab, growing even more annoyed, attempts to clamp down again (5+5-2 vs AC: miss) but all that wriggling seems to help the bard avoid damage. In an attempt to alter the field of battle, the crab attempts, and succeeds to drag KT closer to the water (17 vs FOR).

Sigurd, puffing, draws closer and sees that it is indeed the bard, and he's whacking at a giant crab that appears to be trying to drag it's victim into the waves. (Sigurd can act this round)

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Sigurd?

[Shiz]

Sigurd will charge the crab (move to D5, assuming he can move into the corpse's square, else C5) with a Howling Strike.

Howling Strike; +6 attack, 1d12+1d6+4 damage, When charging, you can use this power in place of a melee basic attack. If you are raging, you can move 2 extra squares as part of the charge.

19 (w/ charge bonus) vs AC, 12dmg

[DinbinFanfoom]

KT hears a loud yell and out of nowhere, a large man with a large axe comes roaring across the wet sand. As his axe begins a violent arc, KT gulps and squinches his eyes shut. He hears a wet crunch and he re-opens his peepers to see Sigurd pulling an axe out of half of a crab shell. The other half of the animal appears to have flipped out into the water, such was the force of the blow. KT wriggles his toes and carefully extricates his foot from the claw. (KT and Sigurd have met, end of combat encounter).

KT and Sigurd are now both aware of the column of smoke far to the west/southwest.

[Quervo]

can i change friends... grilled crab sounds better than the ol 'mon here... kicking the corpse

[Shiz]

Sigurd, grinning, hails his hapless shipmate.

"Were ya trying to get ya some dinner?" He collects what chunks he can recover and points to the column of smoke.

"Seems some of our fellows have a fire going. Let's head thataway?"

[DinbinFanfoom]

(Expediating, as the fire was a great idea for plot advancement...)

KT and Sigurd head towards the column of smoke. They arrive to find four other survivors standing around a small fire (Damelon, Crashing, Togar and the robed Erik). "Anyone for crab?" Sigurd grunts, tossing the large, half-carcass at their feet. The party is at the southwest corner of a large bay, standing on a sandy beach bordered by the jungle. Just to the south, a stream emerges from the foliage and merges with the sea.

The party sits down and munches on coconut crab sans rice.

KT: How many (if any) surges do you wish to use?

[Quervo]

Can we see if the guy with the rowboat is returning from the wreckage yet? If he doesnt come back in a few hours I suggest we find a way to head out to the wreck and tran salvage anything we can.

and in the voice of Togar...

where did da guy wif da liddle boat go, if'n he no come bak we may need to look for way to big boat to get usefull stuff.

[Shiz]

"I don't know if you recall what we went through to get ashore, but count me out going back out there, skiff or no skiff."

What time of day is it?

[Asharad]

Crashing stops shoving crab into his mouth and looks up and out at the water.

"Does anybody else 'ear yelling? Coming from de ship?"

[Zyzzyx]

KT will spend one surge for 6hp, +4hp for Song of Rest, topping him off to full.

After munching on the crab and warming near the fire, KT notices his ankle is feeling just fine now.

[DinbinFanfoom]

What time of day is it?
It's about noon. It's still overcast and windy, but not as stormy. There are still whitecaps.

Damelon is lovin' the crab, but wishes he had something to wash it down with.

[Quervo]

Might be some rum on the wreck. we can keep and eye on the weather... once this wind dies down some it should be fine.

[Shiz]

Damelon hushes everyone at Crashing's comment.

"Listen."

Perception +5 = 13

[DinbinFanfoom]

Damelon strains his ears and hears... almost... something...

Squinting out towards the wreck, he sees movement... maybe... on the deck. He squints harder, but just gets eye strain.

[Shiz]

Bah lost a large post....

"Guys, we need to think about where our camp should be. We have fresh water. We need to forage, but we need a base camp first. I don't recommend sleeping in the open with smoke telling anything on the island that we are here. Let's move the fire closer to the jungle (forest?) and start building some rough shelters.

"As far as the wreck, salvage is a good idea if we are going to be here as long as I think we are, but I am not swimming out there in this surf and that sailor took the skiff. I am better at scouting and basic survival than swimming. Get a boat, though, and I can help row it in calmer surf."

[Shiz]

Sigurd remembers the spyglass he found. He pulls it out and looks towards the wreck.

[DinbinFanfoom]

After a bit of adjustment, the wreck comes into focus. Kind of. The water in the glass looks like it will be there to stay... Sigurd sees... the skiff in the foreground, tied to the low railing of the Wayfarer. On the deck he can see figures scurrying about. A LOT of them... more than there should be. There appears to be a battle going on.

Panning to the edge of the wreck he sees what appears to be a pair of dugout canoes. Panning further beyond the wreck, out around the cliffs across the bay he sees what appear to be several more canoes with outriggers and multiple rowers, moving swiftly towards The Wayfarer. He pans back to the deck... he sees a figure that might be the captain... judging by the white shirt. He is lying on the deck... there is another humanoid standing over him with something raised high. A club maybe? In a split second, the instrument comes down on the prone figure. The attacker raises his weapon again and shakes it.

You ALL hear the blood-curdling howl of triumph that carries across the water.

[Zyzzyx]

KT starts making mental notes; he can sense that this... adventure, will make for a great tale to be told, should he ever get somewhere to tell it.

[Shiz]

"I repeat. We need to get the hell off this beach. NOW!"

Damelon grabs a smoldering stick by the safe end and starts covering the fire in sand.

[Zyzzyx]

Startled by Damelon's sharp voice, KT jumps up and is ready to get going.

He's confused for a moment, thinking to himself, "Where's my drum!? And why don't I have Selo's memorized?!"

Snapping out of that, KT mumbles a bit, "What the hell am I thinking about?". "A'right, I'm ready to get going. To the treeline, then?"

[EricStratton]

Erik jumps up at the howl coming from the ship. He helps Damelon put the fire out, grabs a chunk of crab, and makes for the jungle.

[DinbinFanfoom]

OK, which direction do you guys want to take?

The beach runs from the SW to NE here, with the jungle directly to the NW and the ocean to the SE. The stream is a few hundred yards to your south, and runs directly NW into the jungle.
Most of the party came down the beach from the NE.

[EricStratton]

"Follow the stream?"

[Shiz]

Damelon: "Actually, run up the stream. Get your feet wet and keep them wet. We don't want tracks in the sand more than we already have. I will follow."

Damelon will trail the group and try and cover our tracks and the fire to the best he can.

[DinbinFanfoom]

Is that the concensus?

[Asharad]

I suggest we get into the cover of the jungle and watch to see what happens on the boat, if the boarding party heads towards us or heads off in a different direction. We won't lose all that much in terms of time.

Also, any village they came from, if not on the coast, is most likely to be located along the stream. We'd be running from the beach into the fire.

[EricStratton]

Erik listens intently to the discussions. When Damelon finishes his bit about following the river, Erik says "Oh, yes, good idea!"

When Crashing suggests hanging out in the jungle to watch the boarding party Erik exclaims, "That's a good idea, too. Let's do that!"

[Shiz]

We can do both. Into the jungle edge, but follow the stream to do it. We know the natives attacked by boat from another side of the island so we should be ok in the short term.

Don't forget I am covering our tracks.

[DinbinFanfoom]

Any input from Togar/Sigurd?

[Shiz]

Sigurd grunts his agreement as he continues to watch the mayhem through the spyglass and report on what he sees.

[DinbinFanfoom]

OK 5/6 ain't bad. That is probably the hardest part of any PbP campaign... off we go!

As Damelon (almost called you Trask) and a few others scramble to douse/cover the fire as quickly as possible, Sigurd watches the wreck until he and his comrades retreat to the jungle-edge by the mouth of the stream. He sees continued activity on the wreck by the mysterious attackers, though the battle appears to be over. They appear to be looting what they can from the remains of the vessel; he sees several of them make multiple trips belowdecks to bring up items that they toss into their small flotilla of canoes. They appear to be quite focused on their task and have not yet noticed the remaining smoke and steam that arises from the extinquished campfire.

The party continues to watch the wreck from the edge of the jungle. The stream gurgles nearby, drowning all sounds from the distant wreck. KT is sitting on the little stream-bank, dangling his feet in the water. It's cold, shallow, about ten feet wide and, he notes, apparently fresh. What's further... are those tracks along the far bank?

How long will you wait/watch for?

[Shiz]

Damelon is in no hurry right now, but his idea of building a base camp and sitting tight for a few days doesn't seem like such a good idea with aggressive tribesman on the island. He would rather be pro-active.

Sigurd cannot put down the spyglass. He is fascinated by the scene. It reminds him of his own tribe's raids and makes him a bit homesick, not that he would admit that to himself or anyone else.

[Quervo]

Togar wanders over to KT, "What you looking at?" seeing hi stare at something on the far bank...

[Zyzzyx]

"Not sure. Looks like tracks over there."

*looks for a moment*

Perception: 7

"Or not, can't really tell."

[DinbinFanfoom]

KT (Perc: 7) and Togar (Perc: 10) squint at the tracks. Looks like a jumble to them... Maybe someone with training in tracking (nature) would have better luck if they got closer...

[Asharad]

Crashing will wander over and take a look.

[DinbinFanfoom]

Crashing wades across the small stream. The water is cool, clean and fresh. Clambering up the far bank, he realizes that this is a rough path, not just a set of single prints. It doesn't look like the path has been used recently, but the tracks are most certainly human, and run in both directions along the stream edge.

[DinbinFanfoom]

Scratchy Chinese Drive-Thru Voice: "And thennnnnnnnn?!??!?"

[Shiz]

Damelon is waiting for someone else to suggest a course of action. At this point, he is torn between sitting tight and following the path inland.

[DinbinFanfoom]

Heh, sorry about that. I'm just... excited.

[Asharad]

NO AND THEN!

[EricStratton]

Erik, destined for a political job and as such not one for making decisions that might upset his constituents, speaks up. "Does anyone have strong feelings for either course of action?"

But, unable to contain his personal feelings, he leans over to Damelon and says "I think we should take the path. That howl from the boat was something else."

[Asharad]

"Well...figure we wanna get off dis island. While I doubt anybody down da path is gonna welcome us with open arms, a warm fire and dey grandma'mas best stew...we can't sit here all day and hope we grow wings."

[Shiz]

Sigurd nods at the shaman. Sitting and waiting isn't what barbarians do well.

Damelon: "Well, unless the bard wants to sit here and sing us some answers, we might as well follow the trail."

Proposed marching order. I can scout ahead if we find a turn or something interesting."

Togar
Crashing
Erik
KT
Damelon
Sigurd