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Post by fisheyes on Nov 6, 2016 18:02:34 GMT -5
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Nov 7, 2016 5:13:22 GMT -5
Captain Blake is spotted on the deck of the Tethys, preparing the crew for landfall.
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Post by lucesi on Nov 13, 2016 13:02:09 GMT -5
Yarrick eyes the looming land mass with some trepidation, but also interest and follows the Captain's orders as they prepare for landing. He can be seen touching the various amulets around his neck and muttering quiet prayers under his breath as they approach.
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Post by DOT on Nov 13, 2016 14:49:28 GMT -5
Ahmed would rouse from his rest... hearing the commotion above.
He change his garb, and then slowly make his way topside.
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Post by purgatori69 on Nov 14, 2016 16:12:29 GMT -5
Alexial would move to Ahmed side once he is spotted topside.
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Post by purgatori69 on Nov 14, 2016 16:13:43 GMT -5
Alexandria would be busy aboard captain Blake's boat with whatever orders where issued to her.
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Post by offduty on Nov 23, 2016 15:53:34 GMT -5
Kathy would be reading a book, waiting for orders.
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Post by offduty on Nov 23, 2016 16:00:59 GMT -5
Julia would be next to the Captian making ready for landfall.
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Post by fisheyes on Sept 24, 2017 13:13:09 GMT -5
After much time... the crews... catch the faint distant haze of land on the horizon.
So it begins. // Alright! Thanks for the gentle nudge mkable , reminding me of this epic adventure begging for a continuation. Let's get this going again, shall we? If you're not around, you'll be assumed to be staying on the ship for whatever reason and are welcome to catch up at a suitably dramatic moment. We may or may not need to take a break later on, but I don't want to rush this... yet, we do have to keep things moving. All hands on deck?
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Post by lucesi on Sept 24, 2017 13:58:45 GMT -5
// Aye aye skipper!
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 24, 2017 14:03:24 GMT -5
Captain Neckan Blake is at midships on the Tethys, port side, gazing through an eyeglass at the horizon with a look of expectation.
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Post by fisheyes on Sept 24, 2017 14:22:27 GMT -5
Previously on Journey to Maztica...
Soon after leaving Athkatla, the expedition encountered the legedary Black Jewel, a cursed ship crewed by undead pirates, on a quest to repay a debt to Umberlee herself. The expedition narrowly escaped a violent confrontation when captain Licios Varith of the Tub made a deal with Captain Rolessa Mellkabbar of the Black Jewel to accompany her for some time.
The expedition then reached Lantan and the city of Semport. Here it was made clear that someone was spying on the expedition. Clues led to a false priest of Ilmater, Sontos Tirkos, his companions Walder and Snakes, and a small trade cog known as The Priceless. Unfortuently, the expedition never managed to track down the false Ilmatari priest, and were forced to make a hasty escape from Semport, as Captain Neckan Blake and Yarrick Seashuckle were involved in a mass brawl on Palace Plaza during Walder's execution.
A few days later at sea, both the crews were struck by disease. It turned out each ship had a stowaway, a young boy and girl, who had poisoned the food with Chultan frog poison and thrown food overboard. The girl was called Ravace Korcstrand, and was turned to stone and shrunk by Gardrak Fire Rune. She's now being kept in his bag of holding. The boy, Fodoric, is kept prisoner on the Tehtys. He revealed that they had been sent by an Ilmatari priest working for the Westshore Company and the ship the Mithral Queen.
The expedition then encountered another ship, the Golden Redeemer, and captain Voskar Mellkabbar, a descendant of Rolessa Mellkabbar. While there was some suspicion that maybe Voskar had tried to sabotage the expedition, or perhaps working with Rolessa, they left on friendly terms after buying some new food.
A little later, a huge undead whale approached the ships, and in its mouth stood Captain Licios Varith. Whatever adventures he may have had on the Black Jewel remains a mystery for him to share as he wish. With the captain returned, the expedition continued on towards Maztica.
Today, nineteen days since the return of Licios, and more than a month since leaving Athkatla, the crews can finally see green mountains on the western horizon. It is a welcoming and beautiful sight, and the crews cheers and drinks in celebration that they have finally made it across the Trackless Sea. The sun is setting, and dark clouds are gathering above the distant peaks. Thunder rolls across the sky, welcoming the expedition like a growling beast, waiting for a meal.
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Post by fisheyes on Sept 25, 2017 11:24:29 GMT -5
Part 4: Maztica
The storm raged around the ships. The rain poured down like a waterfall, and the waves clashed against the hull and over the deck. Lightning illuminated the dark coastline ahead, and the frightened faces of crewmen clinging to their ships. The thunder came rolling a moment later, a low, steadily growing, growl.
They had all seen the storm ahead and knew what they faced, but what choice did they have but to sail straight at it. Maztica was their destination, and no storm would stop them. The Tub and Tethys bobbed wildly upon the waves, closer and closer to land, their crews gritting their teeth, and bracing against the storm. Dark cliffs rose out of the waves one moment and disappeared the next. Lightning flashed once more, and this time the thunder boomed instantly above. Another lightning strike, and another, and the Tethys main mast burst into flame, breaking half-way up. With a terrible cracking and groaning like a wounded animal, it fell like a great tree over starboard side. Crewmen plummeted into the depths below. Some managed to cling to the side of the ship only to be swept away by waves.
The crew on the Tub watched in horror. They clutched on to the railing, praying not to suffer the same fate while thunder rumbled above them, and waves crashed over them.
"Cliffs on starboard side! Watch out!" Jasper shouted on the Tethys, but it was too late. The Tethys rocked violently to the side, and once more it groaned as the hull broke open and its interior spilled out while the sea rushed in.
"Fodoric! He's locked in the brig!" Jasper shouted through the storm. "We can't let him drown down there!" He rushed down the stairs below deck. The Tethys shook once more as it hit another cliff, and the brig filled with water. Lightning struck again, and again, and again.
The Tub's mast splintered like a twig and fell in burning pieces to the deck. The ship rocked from side to side as the sea tried to pull it down. Captain Licios fought with the wheel, forcing the ship upright again, seemingly through sheer strength and force of will. The crewmen breathed out in relief as the ship, despite its burning stump of a mast, was steady once more. It didn't last long. Out of the sea rose a cliff, dark and terrible, like a herald of doom it towered above them. They knew then, in this short instant, that this was the end. With all its might, the sea rammed the Tub straight into the cliff. Wood shattered, and the sea washed over the crew, pulling them down below the surface. They tasted salt and blood, and everything was dark and wet.
The Tethys crew watched in horror. In mere moments, the sea had broken apart the Tub and swallowed the remains.
The storm raged on.
When morning finally came the storm had abated, and the Tethys lay stranded on a white beach, like a wounded whale. The remains of the Tub washed up with the waves, or bobbed out at sea, or still smashed against the dark cliffs along the shore to the south. Crewmen from the Tub crawled up on the shore, coughing water and both praising and cursing the gods. Others washed up, face down. The survivors of the expedition gathered around campfires, where they tended to the wounded, made breakfast and counted their numbers. The smell of cooking fires mixed with the scents of flowers, trees, and earth the survivors had never encountered before.
Beyond the beach was a lush jungle of thick and tall trees, where colourful birds and large insects hummed and nested. It was a new day in Maztica, and for the expedition, it was the first day in the New World. But where were they?
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 25, 2017 12:01:28 GMT -5
Grim-faced and resolute, Captain Blake falls back upon his Valkuran faith and gives thanks for those who have survived and a prayer for those lost. The captain-cleric gathers the crew together by the campfires.
"Many of you have been through this before as I have, we're beached and damaged but all is not lost..some of you are hardened and experienced sailors, I ask you to look upon those with less experience and watch over them. We are in unknown territory now, watch each others backs. Crew first! No one goes off on their own" He looks between all of them "I need strong hands and stout hearts, we must gather our wits and our dead and take stock of our losses. I want teams, first team to safeguard our water and food, second team, to retrieve the manifest so we can check who we've lost, third team to gather and save what we can... we'll take care of survivors and see if we can't bring back some of our fallen..some from the Tub may have survived, let's keep our eyes open"
He begins organizing, looking for his two officers to make an assessment of the damage to the ship and if she can be repaired. The Captain touches the bowline wood and thanks the vessel for delivering them from the sea's wrath.
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Post by fisheyes on Sept 25, 2017 13:25:09 GMT -5
Grim-faced and resolute, Captain Blake falls back upon his Valkuran faith and gives thanks for those who have survived and a prayer for those lost. The captain-cleric gathers the crew together by the campfires.
"Many of you have been through this before as I have, we're beached and damaged but all is not lost..some of you are hardened and experienced sailors, I ask you to look upon those with less experience and watch over them. We are in unknown territory now, watch each others backs. Crew first! No one goes off on their own" He looks between all of them "I need strong hands and stout hearts, we must gather our wits and our dead and take stock of our losses. I want teams, first team to safeguard our water and food, second team, to retrieve the manifest so we can check who we've lost, third team to gather and save what we can... we'll take care of survivors and see if we can't bring back some of our fallen..some from the Tub may have survived, let's keep our eyes open"
He begins organizing, looking for his two officers to make an assessment of the damage to the ship and if she can be repaired. The Captain touches the bowline wood and thanks the vessel for delivering them from the sea's wrath. The first team, led by Old Luc the cook and his son Young Luc, sets up a tent far up on the beach where they move food and water from the ship, and posts guards to keep watch. It takes several hours, but eventually Old Luc reports that they had about fourteen days of food before the storm, and now they're down to eight days. Old Luc and Young Luc seems both to have survived without a scratch. The second team, led by Perdan, searches for the manifest, and it takes a good while to find it in the messy ship interior. Once they've found it, they go about checking who's on the beach, and who isn't. The third team, led by Ajax the Quartermaster, gathers what supplies can be saved and searches the shoreline for survivors. They pick up several crew members from the Tub, and gathers a row of a dozen dead men on the beach. Ajax reports that most of the ship's inventory is still in place, except some of the food as Old Luc already reported. They still have the Lantan diving suit, the large fishnet, the kraken killer bolts, and all ballistas are in working order. The smokepowder for their one cannon however is "rather damp". The vial of Chultan frog venom is still intact. The Tethys herself is badly damaged with a large tear in the hull and a broken main mast. Some of the sails also need mending. She's not going anywhere in her current condition, but nothing that cannot be repaired. As all the teams have been put to work, the second team returns to Captain Blake with a report. "Most of the Tub's crew is missing," says Perdan. "We've got a handful of them here, but I've counted more dead than living." A few of the dead can be raised, but most are beyond saving. Perdan sighs and turns a page in the manifest. "Three confirmed dead from the Tethys. Garron, Joswald and Crabhand. Four missing. That leaves us with eighteen crew members. Hopefully more will turn up." He rubs a bruise on his chin, wrinkling his forehead. "No sight of Jasper or the prisoner."
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Post by lucesi on Sept 25, 2017 15:20:02 GMT -5
Grim-faced and resolute, Captain Blake falls back upon his Valkuran faith and gives thanks for those who have survived and a prayer for those lost. The captain-cleric gathers the crew together by the campfires.
"Many of you have been through this before as I have, we're beached and damaged but all is not lost..some of you are hardened and experienced sailors, I ask you to look upon those with less experience and watch over them. We are in unknown territory now, watch each others backs. Crew first! No one goes off on their own" He looks between all of them "I need strong hands and stout hearts, we must gather our wits and our dead and take stock of our losses. I want teams, first team to safeguard our water and food, second team, to retrieve the manifest so we can check who we've lost, third team to gather and save what we can... we'll take care of survivors and see if we can't bring back some of our fallen..some from the Tub may have survived, let's keep our eyes open"
He begins organizing, looking for his two officers to make an assessment of the damage to the ship and if she can be repaired. The Captain touches the bowline wood and thanks the vessel for delivering them from the sea's wrath. The first team, led by Old Luc the cook and his son Young Luc, sets up a tent far up on the beach where they move food and water from the ship, and posts guards to keep watch. It takes several hours, but eventually Old Luc reports that they had about fourteen days of food before the storm, and now they're down to eight days. Old Luc and Young Luc seems both to have survived without a scratch. The second team, led by Perdan, searches for the manifest, and it takes a good while to find it in the messy ship interior. Once they've found it, they go about checking who's on the beach, and who isn't. The third team, led by Ajax the Quartermaster, gathers what supplies can be saved and searches the shoreline for survivors. They pick up several crew members from the Tub, and gathers a row of a dozen dead men on the beach. Ajax reports that most of the ship's inventory is still in place, except some of the food as Old Luc already reported. They still have the Lantan diving suit, the large fishnet, the kraken killer bolts, and all ballistas are in working order. The smokepowder for their one cannon however is "rather damp". The vial of Chultan frog venom is still intact. The Tethys herself is badly damaged with a large tear in the hull and a broken main mast. Some of the sails also need mending. She's not going anywhere in her current condition, but nothing that cannot be repaired. As all the teams have been put to work, the second team returns to Captain Blake with a report. "Most of the Tub's crew is missing," says Perdan. "We've got a handful of them here, but I've counted more dead than living." A few of the dead can be raised, but most are beyond saving. Perdan sighs and turns a page in the manifest. "Three confirmed dead from the Tethys. Garron, Joswald and Crabhand. Four missing. That leaves us with eighteen crew members. Hopefully more will turn up." He rubs a bruise on his chin, wrinkling his forehead. "No sight of Jasper or the prisoner." Yarrick helps to organise those crewmembers milling around the campfires into the three teams before they set off, and then looks at the damage to the Tethys itself. Finally he approaches Captain Blake, "tis a damned sorry sight to see the Tethys in this condition Skipper, and even more so the tub. If we're after supplies and ye want to see the lay of the land round 'ere I'm happy to organise a scouting party to take a look around and see what we can find, if that be acceptable to you Cap'n"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 26, 2017 10:03:54 GMT -5
The first team, led by Old Luc the cook and his son Young Luc, sets up a tent far up on the beach where they move food and water from the ship, and posts guards to keep watch. It takes several hours, but eventually Old Luc reports that they had about fourteen days of food before the storm, and now they're down to eight days. Old Luc and Young Luc seems both to have survived without a scratch. The second team, led by Perdan, searches for the manifest, and it takes a good while to find it in the messy ship interior. Once they've found it, they go about checking who's on the beach, and who isn't. The third team, led by Ajax the Quartermaster, gathers what supplies can be saved and searches the shoreline for survivors. They pick up several crew members from the Tub, and gathers a row of a dozen dead men on the beach. Ajax reports that most of the ship's inventory is still in place, except some of the food as Old Luc already reported. They still have the Lantan diving suit, the large fishnet, the kraken killer bolts, and all ballistas are in working order. The smokepowder for their one cannon however is "rather damp". The vial of Chultan frog venom is still intact. The Tethys herself is badly damaged with a large tear in the hull and a broken main mast. Some of the sails also need mending. She's not going anywhere in her current condition, but nothing that cannot be repaired. As all the teams have been put to work, the second team returns to Captain Blake with a report. "Most of the Tub's crew is missing," says Perdan. "We've got a handful of them here, but I've counted more dead than living." A few of the dead can be raised, but most are beyond saving. Perdan sighs and turns a page in the manifest. "Three confirmed dead from the Tethys. Garron, Joswald and Crabhand. Four missing. That leaves us with eighteen crew members. Hopefully more will turn up." He rubs a bruise on his chin, wrinkling his forehead. "No sight of Jasper or the prisoner." Between his duties as priest raising the few dead that responded and preparing for cremations and rites, the Captain has been into the ship to retrieve log books and a watertight chest that seems to contain company documents and maps. He sits upon the chest and his expression looks grave at the losses, he rubs his face and nods "Jasper and the boy may have got out, we are talking about a fine wizard here, I'm praying he had a trick up his sleeve. If he hasn't teleported away to one of his spots then I'll accept he's gone" He sighs "Damn it, good crewmates...the Tub too. I'll make commendation for all those we have lost and expect the worst but hope for the best"
He looks at Perdan, thoughtful "Liase with Ajax, draw up a list of what he..and we need to make repairs, assemble all with shipwright experience and a couple to act as guard."
Blake salutes to Perdan, turning to look at Yarrick "Good to see you, Mister" He looks at his officer for any injuries he can help with.Yarrick helps to organise those crewmembers milling around the campfires into the three teams before they set off, and then looks at the damage to the Tethys itself. Finally he approaches Captain Blake, "tis a damned sorry sight to see the Tethys in this condition Skipper, and even more so the tub. If we're after supplies and ye want to see the lay of the land round 'ere I'm happy to organise a scouting party to take a look around and see what we can find, if that be acceptable to you Cap'n" "Aye Mister Seashuckle, but she will rise again like all great women" Blake removes a brass bosun's whistle on a leather strap from his waistcoat pocket and places it around Yarrick's neck "I was about to order a scouting party. take a team of 3, move discreetly and keep your wits about you...stay in line of sight of each other. If you encounter natives, talk first...we're going to need friends here but if they make hostile action, don't take any crap" He taps the whistle "And if you get in trouble, blast on that whistle, if you're in range we'll hear you and come to your aid; be back by sundown with your report, I want to map this area and we'll take a bigger group out on sun up to examine your finds"
The Captain salutes before he returns to his chest and the cartography supplies.
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Post by lucesi on Sept 26, 2017 11:42:44 GMT -5
[quote source="/post/301761/thread" author=" fisheyes" timestamp="1506363909 "Aye Mister Seashuckle, but she will rise again like all great women" Blake removes a brass bosun's whistle on a leather strap from his waistcoat pocket and places it around Yarrick's neck "I was about to order a scouting party. take a team of 3, move discreetly and keep your wits about you...stay in line of sight of each other. If you encounter natives, talk first...we're going to need friends here but if they make hostile action, don't take any crap" He taps the whistle "And if you get in trouble, blast on that whistle, if you're in range we'll hear you and come to your aid; be back by sundown with your report, I want to map this area and we'll take a bigger group out on sun up to examine your finds"
The Captain salutes before he returns to his chest and the cartography supplies.[/quote] "Aye aye Cap'n. Let's see what these lands have in store for us". Yarrick himself has only a few minor cuts and bruises, the old seadog having experience of such mishaps before. He selects a team of three of his crewmates to join him deliberately choosing one who is handy in a fight, one of the more alert, stealthy types who can scout and finally one who is adept at map-making (if available). "Right ye curs we've been set on a sortie to sea what lies beyond this beach. Keep our eyes open for anythin' that could mean food, resources or people. Now we don' know what lies ahead so we'll need ta take care ourselves if necess'ry. Make sure we know the directions we came and make a note and map o' what we see. We've to be back by sundown, so the skipper says so no dilly-dallying and remember to keep in sight with one another" With that he, straps on his cutlasses, takes a swig of rum and sets off in a western direction, with his three companions in tow.
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Post by fisheyes on Sept 27, 2017 7:44:56 GMT -5
Between his duties as priest raising the few dead that responded and preparing for cremations and rites, the Captain has been into the ship to retrieve log books and a watertight chest that seems to contain company documents and maps. He sits upon the chest and his expression looks grave at the losses, he rubs his face and nods "Jasper and the boy may have got out, we are talking about a fine wizard here, I'm praying he had a trick up his sleeve. If he hasn't teleported away to one of his spots then I'll accept he's gone" He sighs "Damn it, good crewmates...the Tub too. I'll make commendation for all those we have lost and expect the worst but hope for the best"
He looks at Perdan, thoughtful "Liase with Ajax, draw up a list of what he..and we need to make repairs, assemble all with shipwright experience and a couple to act as guard."
Blake salutes to Perdan, turning to look at Yarrick "Good to see you, Mister" He looks at his officer for any injuries he can help with. Perdan and Ajax gets to work immediately, gathering a group of seven other crew members, two of which are assigned guard duty. They inspect the Tethys carefully, and conclude that reparations are going to take several tendays at the very least, perhaps a month or more. They need to replace several boards in the hull, and the entire main mast. They will need fresh timber, so they walk up the beach to the edge of the jungle and begin to search for suitable trees. "Aye aye Cap'n. Let's see what these lands have in store for us". Yarrick himself has only a few minor cuts and bruises, the old seadog having experience of such mishaps before. He selects a team of three of his crewmates to join him deliberately choosing one who is handy in a fight, one of the more alert, stealthy types who can scout and finally one who is adept at map-making (if available). "Right ye curs we've been set on a sortie to sea what lies beyond this beach. Keep our eyes open for anythin' that could mean food, resources or people. Now we don' know what lies ahead so we'll need ta take care ourselves if necess'ry. Make sure we know the directions we came and make a note and map o' what we see. We've to be back by sundown, so the skipper says so no dilly-dallying and remember to keep in sight with one another" With that he, straps on his cutlasses, takes a swig of rum and sets off in a western direction, with his three companions in tow. Hurgon the half-orc slaps Yarrick hard on the shoulder as he joins the scouting party. "Ready t' break wha'ever skulls be waitin' fer us, mate." he says with a grin. He's large, burly, and has a roaring laughter. He spits in his palms, rubs them together and through his long black hair. He's an experienced warrior from Luskan, with plenty of scars criss-crossing his face, and Yarrick knows just how hard he hits. Accident, Hurgon called it, but they sorted it out, more or less. Hurgon wears scale mail, a battleaxe, a number of knives in his belt, darts in his hair, and a wooden round shield with yet another knife hidden on the inside. K'tenka 'the Silent Spear' is next to join. He is slim and tall, has skin like darkest coffee, and a big smile with warm eyes. K'tenka is a a hunter and escaped slave from Chult, and has served on the Tethys for many years. He doesn't talk much, and is a very cautious man. Hurgon even calls him a coward, as K'tenka never drinks, gambles and avoids getting into fights. K'tenka is probably the fastest runner on the Tethys, and is an excellent spear thrower. He carries a long dagger and his trusty spear. Lastly, Yarrick looks for a cartographer, and he has to search for a moment before he finds one. The obvious choice, Joswald the Cartographer lies dead in the sand. Next to him stands Quin the halfling, Joswald's apprentice, and brother of the late Charley the Cook. He smells of rum almost as much as Yarrick. Unlike his brother Charley, he has no skill for cooking, but has a passion for storytelling, painting, mapmaking and pipeweed. Ever since his brother was poisoned, he has had an empty look in his eyes, and now with Joswald gone too, he looks like a ghost. Pale faced with teary eyes, Quin gathers his mapping equipment in a satchel and joins the scouting party. The only weapon he carries is a dagger. Yarrick leads the scouting party into the jungle. The trees are rough, gnarly, covered with moss, and their roots crawl over the ground like masses of worms. The canopy above quickly grows thick, and light filters through in scattered golden shafts. The ground slopes upwards the further from the beach they get, and has a lot of undergrowth, with large ferns almost hiding Quin beneath them. It soon becomes apparent that mapping out the jungle from the ground is almost a futile task. It's a maze, and you can only see so far. Quin says he has to get to higher ground to get a better vantage point if he's to make a proper map, or that maybe they should start by exploring the coastline. K'tenka suggests Quin could sit on Hurgon's shoulders to see better, but neither of them are very enthusiastic about it. The party spots plenty of colourful parrots, butterflies and insects. A monkey scurries up a tree, and jump from branch to branch and out of sight. Snakes slithers among the roots and ferns or the branches above. K'tenka also finds tracks of some large feline animal, which he follows until they abruptly end by a large tree where it seems to have jumped fifteen feet straight up to the closest branch. As the sun climbs higher, the jungle grows warmer, and clothes get sticky with sweat. After a few hours the party has found a freshwater stream snaking through the jungle, trickling out towards the ocean. They have found a small and narrow cave on the western side of a slope, and a number of unknown berries and fruits. K'tenka gives a yellow fruit a lick, but grimaces and spits, shaking his head. The red ones taste better and he holds up a thumb. The green berries he doesn't dare to taste, but puts them in a pouch. There was also coconuts growing near the beach, but not where the party is right now. The party stops to rest by the stream, where the water is cool and refreshing. K'tenka crouches by the stream to drink while Hurgon splashes into the shallow water, washing his face. Quin sits down on a rock and rummages through his satchel, taking out a pipe and a damp pouch. He curses in hinnish. "My pipeweed's ruined." // Roll search, spot, listen, and WIS in a PM
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Post by fisheyes on Sept 27, 2017 13:33:08 GMT -5
// Roll search, spot, listen, and WIS in a PM *dice is rolled* The stream runs from the west towards the sea in the east, but you can't make out the sea from here. The party approached from the north, and on the south side of the stream they see an odd stone formation. Several flat stones from the stream has been stacked on top of each other, like a small pyramid. Tucked under the top stone are several white feathers, hanging out like the leaves of a palm tree. Yarrick also takes note of a strange marking on a tree. Three lines are carved into the bark with another line crossing them. K'tenka also notes it, and points out that there are more such markings on other trees, on both sides of the stream. Quin bends down on his knees to gather some dry leaves, stuffing them into his pipe. He's scowls and mutters to himself, paying no attention to the others. K'tenka suddenly freezes. He grasps Yarrick's arm, holding a finger to his lips, eyes darting around. He looks towards the small stone pyramid, and for a brief moment, Yarrick can see a humanoid shadow move behind the foliage beyond the pyramid. Hurgon doesn't seem to notice anything either, still standing in the middle of the stream. K'tenka looks questioningly to Yarrick. Yarrick is also getting the sneaky feeling that he doesn't quite know the way back to the Tethys, and they're probably out of hearing range for the whistle...
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Post by lucesi on Sept 27, 2017 14:50:22 GMT -5
// Roll search, spot, listen, and WIS in a PM *dice is rolled* The stream runs from the west towards the sea in the east, but you can't make out the sea from here. The party approached from the north, and on the south side of the stream they see an odd stone formation. Several flat stones from the stream has been stacked on top of each other, like a small pyramid. Tucked under the top stone are several white feathers, hanging out like the leaves of a palm tree. Yarrick also takes note of a strange marking on a tree. Three lines are carved into the bark with another line crossing them. K'tenka also notes it, and points out that there are more such markings on other trees, on both sides of the stream. Quin bends down on his knees to gather some dry leaves, stuffing them into his pipe. He's scowls and mutters to himself, paying no attention to the others. K'tenka suddenly freezes. He grasps Yarrick's arm, holding a finger to his lips, eyes darting around. He looks towards the small stone pyramid, and for a brief moment, Yarrick can see a humanoid shadow move behind the foliage beyond the pyramid. Hurgon doesn't seem to notice anything either, still standing in the middle of the stream. K'tenka looks questioningly to Yarrick. Yarrick is also getting the sneaky feeling that he doesn't quite know the way back to the Tethys, and they're probably out of hearing range for the whistle... Using a combination of eye movement and hand and head gestures, Yarrick silently indicates to K'tenka to skirt the edge of the clearing, under cover of foliage, opposite to the way Yarrick himself is approaching and to keep his eyes peeled. He then walks over to Quin "Hey Quin don' go stuffin yer snout full o' dodgy foreign herbs ye don' know, at least til we get back to th' ship. I got a spare bottle o' rum if ye need somethin' to take the edge off. Anyways come over 'ere and apply yer big brain to this 'ere bundle o'rocks, an' see what ye make o' it." He walks towards the pyramid beckoning Quin to follow. Without glancing at the half-orc he says in a level voice "Harkon don't make any sudden movements but I reckon we may have company. Don' do nothin' yet, ain' shown to be hostile yet, just be ready te take action if somethin' happens. Keep to what ye're doin' and don' say a word an' lets hope they don' speak common". As he approaches the pyramid, Yarrick absent-mindedly fumbles with the amulets of the various deities stringed around his neck, muttering a silent prayer to each of them. Peering at the structure, alongside Quin if he follows, a sudden inspiration strikes and he searches through his pouch for the shiniest Cormyrian Lion he can find, before placing it down at the foot of the stacked stones.
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Post by DOT on Sept 27, 2017 20:27:21 GMT -5
Meanwhile elsewhere, having recently awoken on the beach... Ahmed pushes himself up from the sand, coughing out some water as he does. Having dumped the lower half of his armor in order to stay afloat, ahmed scavenged some washed up fabrics and fashioned a robe from it.
He would steady himself, pause for some time, then spend his time gathering washed up supplies on the beach.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 28, 2017 6:38:41 GMT -5
On the beach, the Captain has devoted himself to several tasks.
Given the weather, the proper cremation and rites have to be carried out. Firstly, to avoid predatory animals being drawn to the area by the stench of death. The Captain is aware the smoke rising from any fires could also alert what he terms "hostiles" to their existence and draw vistors to the area. But, deciding upon decency and respect for the dead first, he heads up the funeral detail and posts two armed lookouts on the perimeter of their makeshift camp.
He studies the beach closely, given the estimate on how long the work will take to complete he is aware they will need, particularly if another storm approaches, stronger shelter and a less exposed position.
Defenses will need to be built around their shelters, watches posted during the day and night.
The Captain has opened up his chest fully and is using the lid as a desk. A map is laid out as he draws a grid, the center top square is their position, the rest of the grids are empty. They wait to be filled.
The mariner is focused on his notebook where his mind has thrown forth an idea stirred up by memories of his youth in Zakhara. A stockade on a position out of reach of the tide and predators.
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Post by fisheyes on Sept 28, 2017 8:28:56 GMT -5
Using a combination of eye movement and hand and head gestures, Yarrick silently indicates to K'tenka to skirt the edge of the clearing, under cover of foliage, opposite to the way Yarrick himself is approaching and to keep his eyes peeled. He then walks over to Quin "Hey Quin don' go stuffin yer snout full o' dodgy foreign herbs ye don' know, at least til we get back to th' ship. I got a spare bottle o' rum if ye need somethin' to take the edge off. Anyways come over 'ere and apply yer big brain to this 'ere bundle o'rocks, an' see what ye make o' it." He walks towards the pyramid beckoning Quin to follow. Without glancing at the half-orc he says in a level voice "Harkon don't make any sudden movements but I reckon we may have company. Don' do nothin' yet, ain' shown to be hostile yet, just be ready te take action if somethin' happens. Keep to what ye're doin' and don' say a word an' lets hope they don' speak common". As he approaches the pyramid, Yarrick absent-mindedly fumbles with the amulets of the various deities stringed around his neck, muttering a silent prayer to each of them. Peering at the structure, alongside Quin if he follows, a sudden inspiration strikes and he searches through his pouch for the shiniest Cormyrian Lion he can find, before placing it down at the foot of the stacked stones. K'tenka nods and skirts around in the opposite direction as told. Quin frowns as Yarrick approaches. "I need a bloody smoke! The Tethys is a soddin' whale cadaver, the Tub is all over the place, and my... I need my pipeweed!" He clutches the dry leaves in his hand, then tosses them over his shoulder. "Fine. Give me the rum." Accepting the spare rum, he takes several big gulps, and follows Yarrick over to the pile of rocks. "It's a pile o' rocks," he says, not bothering to lower his voice. "With feathers. Don't ask me wha' bird." He takes another sip, watching as Yarrick puts down a coin. "Good thinkin', mate, maybe it's a shrine. I'm sure King Azoun IV will impress the jungle gods. Could also just be a pile o' rocks, ya know. Or maybe a warning or a border marker? Maybe a grave?" He looks down at the ground, but doesn't seem to notice anything special about it. Quin crouches down to examine the rocks closer. "Could also be a trap or a hidden treasure." He pokes the stone pyramid with a stick. Hurgon carefully steps out of the stream. "Thought I saw a fish." he says quietly and gestures to the stream. "But it slipped away." He stops and stares suddenly at the foliage ahead. Something moves again, something approaches. There's a sudden rustle of leaves, and from behind a tree steps a man, or a beast. It's certainly humanoid, with white and brown feathers covering his shoulders, upper arms, and waist and thighs. Strange patterns are tattooed on his tanned chest, and his stern face looks out through a helmet fashioned from the skull and beak of some great bird. From his shoulders hangs a mantle of dark brown feathers, and in his right hand he holds an odd weapon. It looks like a wooden sword or club at first, but it is flat and broad with no point. It has black stones or blades of metal stuck into the sides like rows of teeth. He has a bow slung over his back, and a quiver of arrows by his hip. The feather clad man steps forward and says something in a foreign tongue. You have no idea what it means, but his tone is harsh and threatening. He stabs a finger towards Hurgon who stands closest, and points his weapon north. Hurgon rests a hand on his axehilt, K'tenka shakes his head and slightly raises his hand to Yarrick. Quin still crouches by the stone pyramid. "Just say the word." Hurgon mutters, glancing to Yarrick. Yarrick Seashuckle Lost: 1 GP Meanwhile elsewhere, having recently awoken on the beach... Ahmed pushes himself up from the sand, coughing out some water as he does. Having dumped the lower half of his armor in order to stay afloat, ahmed scavenged some washed up fabrics and fashioned a robe from it. He would steady himself, pause for some time, then spend his time gathering washed up supplies on the beach. The remains of the Tub lies scattered along the beach. Beyond the beach to the west is a thick jungle with a small stream trickling out into the sea. To the north are huge rocks jutting out of the ground and sea, and to the south the beach curves westwards. The Tethys is nowhere to be seen. As Ahmed goes about gathering supplies, he finds plenty of pieces from the Tub. Most are not very useful, and too big to easily carry, but some are big enough that they might make for a good shelter or hiding place. He also finds three bottles of rum. Then he hears voices, foreign voices. Only a hundred meters to the south, two men wearing animal skins, stand over a body washed up on the beach. They poke the body with the end of a spear, and it squirms, raising an arm for help. They promptly smack the body in the side of the head with a flat club-like weapon. Ahmed can hear the man groan, apparently still alive, as the natives begin to drag the body up the beach, towards the jungle. A little closer, perhaps half-way between the men and Ahmed, comes another survivor crawling out of the sea. He coughs and tries to stand, but falls back into the sand where he remains unmoving. The natives dragging the other survivor does not appear to have noticed Ahmed.
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Post by offduty on Sept 28, 2017 8:32:46 GMT -5
Kathy chanted, staring at the cliff. Disappearing from the tub she landed herself on the cliff. Please, Licios you have to survive.
Jula would stay by her captians side at all times.
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Post by lucesi on Sept 28, 2017 12:22:07 GMT -5
K'tenka nods and skirts around in the opposite direction as told. Quin frowns as Yarrick approaches. "I need a bloody smoke! The Tethys is a soddin' whale cadaver, the Tub is all over the place, and my... I need my pipeweed!" He clutches the dry leaves in his hand, then tosses them over his shoulder. "Fine. Give me the rum." Accepting the spare rum, he takes several big gulps, and follows Yarrick over to the pile of rocks. "It's a pile o' rocks," he says, not bothering to lower his voice. "With feathers. Don't ask me wha' bird." He takes another sip, watching as Yarrick puts down a coin. "Good thinkin', mate, maybe it's a shrine. I'm sure King Azoun IV will impress the jungle gods. Could also just be a pile o' rocks, ya know. Or maybe a warning or a border marker? Maybe a grave?" He looks down at the ground, but doesn't seem to notice anything special about it. Quin crouches down to examine the rocks closer. "Could also be a trap or a hidden treasure." He pokes the stone pyramid with a stick. Hurgon carefully steps out of the stream. "Thought I saw a fish." he says quietly and gestures to the stream. "But it slipped away." He stops and stares suddenly at the foliage ahead. Something moves again, something approaches. There's a sudden rustle of leaves, and from behind a tree steps a man, or a beast. It's certainly humanoid, with white and brown feathers covering his shoulders, upper arms, and waist and thighs. Strange patterns are tattooed on his tanned chest, and his stern face looks out through a helmet fashioned from the skull and beak of some great bird. From his shoulders hangs a mantle of dark brown feathers, and in his right hand he holds an odd weapon. It looks like a wooden sword or club at first, but it is flat and broad with no point. It has black stones or blades of metal stuck into the sides like rows of teeth. He has a bow slung over his back, and a quiver of arrows by his hip. The feather clad man steps forward and says something in a foreign tongue. You have no idea what it means, but his tone is harsh and threatening. He stabs a finger towards Hurgon who stands closest, and points his weapon north. Hurgon rests a hand on his axehilt, K'tenka shakes his head and slightly raises his hand to Yarrick. Quin still crouches by the stone pyramid. "Just say the word." Hurgon mutters, glancing to Yarrick. Yarrick Seashuckle Lost: 1 GP "Right, easy fella", says the seaman in what he hopes is reassuring tones. "Gah its the skipper an' is silver tongue ya need fer this kind o' diplomacy" he mutters to himself. But, with the best diplomatic techniques known to a salty old sailor like himself, he takes his bottle of rum from his pocket, takes a swig and then holds it out, offering it to the feathered man. Noting the humanoid's tattoos he rolls up his own sleeves to display his own collection of anchors and scantily clad mermaids, in vague attempt to find some form of mutual common ground. "So, what I think yer sayin'" he continues, "Is that the terr'itry south of the river is yours.." Points to the south and then to the man " and we can't go there" pointing to himself and his crew and then shaking his head and waving his arms. "So we have to stay north of the river, right?" Pointing to himself and his companions and then to the north. "Fair enough, fair enough, " he says holding his hands up. "But we want to head East, along the river" he says pointing up the river to the east. "That's alright just to walk East up the river? 'til we reach the coast again?" nodding as he speaks.
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Post by fisheyes on Sept 28, 2017 14:15:23 GMT -5
On the beach, the Captain has devoted himself to several tasks.
Given the weather, the proper cremation and rites have to be carried out. Firstly, to avoid predatory animals being drawn to the area by the stench of death. The Captain is aware the smoke rising from any fires could also alert what he terms "hostiles" to their existence and draw vistors to the area. But, deciding upon decency and respect for the dead first, he heads up the funeral detail and posts two armed lookouts on the perimeter of their makeshift camp.
He studies the beach closely, given the estimate on how long the work will take to complete he is aware they will need, particularly if another storm approaches, stronger shelter and a less exposed position.
Defenses will need to be built around their shelters, watches posted during the day and night.
The Captain has opened up his chest fully and is using the lid as a desk. A map is laid out as he draws a grid, the center top square is their position, the rest of the grids are empty. They wait to be filled.
The mariner is focused on his notebook where his mind has thrown forth an idea stirred up by memories of his youth in Zakhara. A stockade on a position out of reach of the tide and predators. The crew generally agrees that burning the corpses, despite the risk of the smoke drawing attention, is the right thing to do. Some even say that maybe the smoke could show the way for survivors. As the day goes on, a camp begins to take shape near the ship. 'Camp Tethys' the men call it. The men agree that it's probably best to make some defences as soon as possible. However, many think they don't need as many guards, and it would be better to put more manpower to work than guard duty. So far there has been no sign of any "hostiles", and they're more worried about running out of food and water. And rum. "I know ya only care fer our safety," says Old Luc with a gentle smile. "But the Tethys won't repair herself anytime soon if a third o' us stands guard at all hours. I an' me boy can watch the food while we make it. If we need help we'll call fer it." Kathy chanted, staring at the cliff. Disappearing from the tub she landed herself on the cliff. Please, Licios you have to survive. Through magical means, Kathy escapes the Tub moments before it crashes into the cliffs. She can feel the water splash in her face as the Tub is smashed to bits below. Men scream for help from the floating remains of the ship, but their voices are quickly drowned out by the roaring sea. When morning comes, Kathy has a good view from the cliff of the surrounding area. The Tub is spread out over a long stretch of beach to the south and north, and to the west is a vast jungle. To the north, Kathy can see the Tethys has been washed ashore just a short walk away, and it seems the survivors are making camp. Licios fate remains unknown. "Right, easy fella", says the seaman in what he hopes is reassuring tones. "Gah its the skipper an' is silver tongue ya need fer this kind o' diplomacy" he mutters to himself. But, with the best diplomatic techniques known to a salty old sailor like himself, he takes his bottle of rum from his pocket, takes a swig and then holds it out, offering it to the feathered man. Noting the humanoid's tattoos he rolls up his own sleeves to display his own collection of anchors and scantily clad mermaids, in vague attempt to find some form of mutual common ground. "So, what I think yer sayin'" he continues, "Is that the terr'itry south of the river is yours.." Points to the south and then to the man " and we can't go there" pointing to himself and his crew and then shaking his head and waving his arms. "So we have to stay north of the river, right?" Pointing to himself and his companions and then to the north. "Fair enough, fair enough, " he says holding his hands up. "But we want to head East, along the river" he says pointing up the river to the east. "That's alright just to walk East up the river? 'til we reach the coast again?" nodding as he speaks. The feathered man takes a step back as Yarrick offers the rum, and he does not seem very impressed by the tattoos. He just squints and looks suspiciously over the group. As Yarrick speaks with him, he can see that the feathers are indeed just part of some garment, and not growing out of him. The feathered man looks more confused, narrowing his eyes. "Oc cuh, che? Aksay, zubiok zhunquey! Itza!" he says and nods, pointing south, then north. "Molonel, cangei, caruenl, bant'ney, che?" He waves his weapon north and towards the coast. "Che, che, chastimban." Hurgon and K'tenka looks confused. Quin rises slowly, peeking out at the feathered man from behind the stone pyramid. The featherd man's eyes goes wide as he looks at Quin, and he raises his weapon, waving it at Quin. "Chu che gumol bant'na cuh!" he shouts, his tone nervous, but with an angry edge to it. He points from Yarrick to Quin. "What?" says Quin. "I didn't touch anythin'." The feathered man stumbles back a bit, looking at each one of them, and then turns and runs. There's a rustle of leaves in the canopy above, and another feathered shape jumps from one branch to the next, quickly disappearing out of sight. Hurgon reaches for one of his throwing daggers, glancing to Yarrick with an eager glint in his eyes. "Aye, ya run ya big chicken!" shouts Quin. "Run from th' god o' maps an' pipeweed!"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 28, 2017 15:36:26 GMT -5
The crew generally agrees that burning the corpses, despite the risk of the smoke drawing attention, is the right thing to do. Some even say that maybe the smoke could show the way for survivors. As the day goes on, a camp begins to take shape near the ship. 'Camp Tethys' the men call it. The men agree that it's probably best to make some defences as soon as possible. However, many think they don't need as many guards, and it would be better to put more manpower to work than guard duty. So far there has been no sign of any "hostiles", and they're more worried about running out of food and water. And rum. "I know ya only care fer our safety," says Old Luc with a gentle smile. "But the Tethys won't repair herself anytime soon if a third o' us stands guard at all hours. I an' me boy can watch the food while we make it. If we need help we'll call fer it." The Captain listens to their views and agrees "Wise counsel, as usual..perhaps I am too wary but I want no more deaths, so no dyin'..that's an order" He allows himself a small smile "Luc they'd have to be idiot brains to go against you two cleavers" The man gazes at the treeline "Take and use the net I picked up.. if it's set before nightfall off shore we might find out if this beach gets fish by morning..another meal in the pot" He looks to the rest "Let's reduce guard duty to minimal, set the bulk of the crew to repairs, them that's good hunters we can set to keeping the workers fed, once Yarrick's back from scouting we'll assess the water situation..if he isn't back soon we'll need to find them"
The Captain joins the working sailors to assist in building defenses around Camp Tethys. He is keeping an eye on the Sun's position. His ever-present eyeglass scans the cliffs and perimeter when he isn't working.
He later crosses over to the repair crew to lend his knowledge there of the ships construction, assisting Ajax "I watched her rise from bare bones" He remarks to his crew as he organizes the damaged sails being removed to the beach "Remember old Howth Erivale, Ajax? No finer craftsman...damn fine singer too when you got him drunk"
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Post by lucesi on Sept 28, 2017 15:41:01 GMT -5
The feathered man takes a step back as Yarrick offers the rum, and he does not seem very impressed by the tattoos. He just squints and looks suspiciously over the group. As Yarrick speaks with him, he can see that the feathers are indeed just part of some garment, and not growing out of him. The feathered man looks more confused, narrowing his eyes.
"Oc cuh, che? Aksay, zubiok zhunquey! Itza!" he says and nods, pointing south, then north. "Molonel, cangei, caruenl, bant'ney, che?" He waves his weapon north and towards the coast. "Che, che, chastimban."
Hurgon and K'tenka looks confused. Quin rises slowly, peeking out at the feathered man from behind the stone pyramid. The featherd man's eyes goes wide as he looks at Quin, and he raises his weapon, waving it at Quin. "Chu che gumol bant'na cuh!" he shouts, his tone nervous, but with an angry edge to it. He points from Yarrick to Quin.
"What?" says Quin. "I didn't touch anythin'."
The feathered man stumbles back a bit, looking at each one of them, and then turns and runs. There's a rustle of leaves in the canopy above, and another feathered shape jumps from one branch to the next, quickly disappearing out of sight. Hurgon reaches for one of his throwing daggers, glancing to Yarrick with an eager glint in his eyes.
"Aye, ya run ya big chicken!" shouts Quin. "Run from th' god o' maps an' pipeweed!"
Yarrick shakes his head "Leave it Hurgon, I know yer disappointed but makes no difference as one's already got away. They'll still get the news and it'll only likely piss 'em off more." He looks around the area then back at the river. "Right looks like we've mapped enough fer the day and we have our point o' interest" indicating the stone pyramids and marks on the trees. "Lets head down river to the east, it'll lead back ta the sea at some point and then all we need ta do is follow the coastline to get back to the Tethys. We'll stay on the north bank for now, jus' in case. K'tenka, ye're our eyes an ears tray an keep yerself concealed on the way listen an look out fer what's around. Hurgon, if any o'those feathery bastards gets too close again yer can give 'em a taste o' dart this time. And you Oh Holy Divinity," he said pointing at Quin "keep on with the mappin' and try not ta piss off any more o' yea followers." They set off, heading east down the north bank of the river. Yarrick instinctively reaches for his bottle of rum, disappointingly he finds it empty. Searching for his spare he then realises he'd given it to Quin. "Bugger..."
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Post by fisheyes on Sept 29, 2017 13:30:34 GMT -5
The Captain listens to their views and agrees "Wise counsel, as usual..perhaps I am too wary but I want no more deaths, so no dyin'..that's an order" He allows himself a small smile "Luc they'd have to be idiot brains to go against you two cleavers" The man gazes at the treeline "Take and use the net I picked up.. if it's set before nightfall off shore we might find out if this beach gets fish by morning..another meal in the pot" He looks to the rest "Let's reduce guard duty to minimal, set the bulk of the crew to repairs, them that's good hunters we can set to keeping the workers fed, once Yarrick's back from scouting we'll assess the water situation..if he isn't back soon we'll need to find them"
The Captain joins the working sailors to assist in building defenses around Camp Tethys. He is keeping an eye on the Sun's position. His ever-present eyeglass scans the cliffs and perimeter when he isn't working.
He later crosses over to the repair crew to lend his knowledge there of the ships construction, assisting Ajax "I watched her rise from bare bones" He remarks to his crew as he organizes the damaged sails being removed to the beach "Remember old Howth Erivale, Ajax? No finer craftsman...damn fine singer too when you got him drunk" Old Luc and Young Luc takes a skiff from the Tethys and goes fishing with the large fishnet, while others goes hunting and foraging. Ajax smiles at the memory. "Aye, I remember, he got the whole crew singing along. Howth even got Jasper singing that awful song... remember?" He frowns, rubbing at the bruise on his chin. "We'll find Jasper and get the Tethys fixed up in no time, and then we'll all sing once more." Yarrick shakes his head "Leave it Hurgon, I know yer disappointed but makes no difference as one's already got away. They'll still get the news and it'll only likely piss 'em off more." He looks around the area then back at the river. "Right looks like we've mapped enough fer the day and we have our point o' interest" indicating the stone pyramids and marks on the trees. "Lets head down river to the east, it'll lead back ta the sea at some point and then all we need ta do is follow the coastline to get back to the Tethys. We'll stay on the north bank for now, jus' in case. K'tenka, ye're our eyes an ears tray an keep yerself concealed on the way listen an look out fer what's around. Hurgon, if any o'those feathery bastards gets too close again yer can give 'em a taste o' dart this time. And you Oh Holy Divinity," he said pointing at Quin "keep on with the mappin' and try not ta piss off any more o' yea followers." They set off, heading east down the north bank of the river. Yarrick instinctively reaches for his bottle of rum, disappointingly he finds it empty. Searching for his spare he then realises he'd given it to Quin. "Bugger..." The scouting party doesn't find anything else of interest on their way back, and as expected, the stream leads them out to the sea. It is late in the afternoon when they step out on the beach. They find a few pieces of the Tub, but nothing very useful, and continuing north they see familiar cliffs. Climbing the cliffs, they get a good view of the beach, with the Tub spread out on both the north and south side, and the Tethys just a short walk to the north. Far to the north they can also see several smoke pillars near the coast. The coast curves westwards to the north, hiding the source of the smoke behind jungle. Hurgon and Quin jokes and laughs about the encounter with the feathered man as they walk back to camp, and Quin embellishes the story for each swig of rum. When they get back to Camp Tethys, the feathered man was eight feet tall, rode a colossal chicken, and wore a helmet fashioned from the skull of a feathered dragon. K'tenka points out that there are no such thing as feathered dragons. "Dragons have scales, not feathers." he says. Quin just shrugs and sits down against a barrel near the food tent, instantly falling asleep. At least he seems to be in better spirits than when he left.
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