[Game Thread] Shipwrecked on the Shiv!

[Peter172]

"Whew!," Bingus sighed as the scorpion fell, "let's hope there aren't more of those around. This is going to be enough work without having to fight our way through the entire ship."

Bingus grabs the door to the larder and jerks it open without preamble and begins gathering the supplies they so desperately needed to survive on the Shiv.

[Aldra]

Gardrel breathed a sigh of relief as well, but he knew the danger wasn't over... at least not for everyone. "We've got something just slightly more pressing to take care of first, Bingus," he said as he saw the warrior make a beeline for the larder. "Aerys! You still with us!?" the gnome called as he moved towards the damaged door, calling on Desna for power as he went, ready to channel it if Aerys wasn't already...

[arguilios]

“What the….” Welter reacts with blunted surprise at yet another bark of concussion from somewhere within the ship. He looks up and down the shoreline behind the party to observe whether anyone’s observing them.

“You all give up on throwing any good lines,” he calls out to the ship. “Just going to blow up the remains of the vessel are you?”

[Finder of Paths]

Gardrel shoves the corpse of the scorpion to one side, nearly slipping in the slick pools of blood. As he pulls open the storeroom door, another corpse falls forwards and lands at his feet. It is not Aerys as you feared, but the first mate Alton. There is a stab wound in his chest, and a large puncture in his shoulder that is horribly swollen and exuding a yellow pus. His whole body is wet, but the storeroom is completely dry. Clutched in one hand is a small leather bound journal, an oilskin wrapping on the floor nearby.

Opening it up, you find the first half of the book to be the usual loggings of a first mate, and skip ahead to more recently. The most current page is blood and water stained, the ink smudged and obscured in many places, not to mention written in a horrible scrawl unlike the meticulous print of the earlier pages. You can pick out only bits and pieces, but they do tell something of what happened. "...battle with...captain.....he may be past...prime.....clipped a rib, maybe my kidney....stopped....now." "I had made three...then surprised by eurypterid. Big one....right shoulder, feel weak already...plus reopened sword wound. Pray.....soon."

From what you can gleam, Alton fought the captain and was wounded, but still managed to row all the survivors he could find to shore, and was coming back for another trip when he was surprised by the sea scorpion. Clearly you owe this man your life, and it's a huge loss that he didn't survive the night, Alton would have been a great boon onto your camp. Looking past Alton's corpse, you see a treasure trove of equipment and supplies, whilst Bingus calls out from the larder. "Oh gods..."

You all grew to dislike the cook, as the only meal he knew how to make was a thin, gruely soup. But no one wished him dead, and to see him stuffed into a cupboard, eyes open and tongue hanging out. There are bites marks on his neck and shoulder...not human bites either. However, in this room too is a number of important supplies. Assuming you can get them up the cliff.

OOC: A search of the rest of the supply room turns up several tools and lumber that could come in handy in building a secure campsite: a block and tackle, three large canvas sheets, two fishing nets, a grappling hook, two bullseye lanterns, 12 flasks of lantern oil, 150 feet of hemp rope, and five shovels. The larder doesn't hold much fresh food, that was stored in the hull, but instead has emergence preserved rations. Hard biscuits, smoked meat and the like are stored in the cupboards. Sadly, much of it seems to have been eaten to help survive the cook's horrible soup, and there's some 24 wrapped parcels left. Some bear a couple of mice bites, but look good, and contain enough food for one person per day each. Arguilios, Welter sees nothing in the dense jungles behind him, nor up and down the coast...you seem to be completely alone.

[Peter172]

Bingus quickly grabbed one of the canvas sheets, unfurled it and placed the food parcels, the hempen rope, the fishing nets, and two of the shovels on it. Then he wrapped it back up and dragged the bundle back up to the waiting vine rope for transport, tying it as firmly as he possibly could.

"Food and supplies for our little vacation!" he called up the cliff, then went back to search for the small cabin he had spent the voyage in, hoping to retrieve the bow he had so lovingly carved from a stout branch of yew.

[HenryLockwood]

Altraminus joins Bingus in packing up food to be hauled to the clifftop. "Vacation? Don't you think that's a little inaccurate? After all, we're only on this island by accident, and not all of us had the luxury of being able to travel to Sargava for leisure."

As ever, Al's muttering fades into the background; this time, it's half-inaudible and sporadic anyway as the skinny young man hauls heavier things than he's used to.