Chapter One, Part One - The Voyage of the Jenivere

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TheTick

Gelik, the gnome, scoffs.  "Bah!  I'd wager all those 'ghost stories' come from the ruffians who ply these waters - if they even exist."  He gestures up at the sun. "We should think about getting into some shade and figure out what's going on."
Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception!

Lotofsnow

Ha! Ghosts!

The half orc's comments are more of a bark than words.

We aren't the only ones who bought passage on that ship, Yiki motions toward the wreckage of the Jenivere. It might be worth it to take a look insider her.

SteveRogers

Bigbsy nods his head and begins walking toward the ship.

pooka

Imfei starts from a protracted trance.  Let us have a look before a higher tide makes away with her.


TheTick

The sun approaches the horizon, and as it does the tide goes out.  You can see a series of rocks that, while slippery, can be climbed on to get most of the way to the Jenivere.  Even a cursory glance is enough to confirm that the Jenivere will never sail again.  Only the fortuitous presence of a sharp ridge of rock near the side of the sheer cliff wall has prevented the wreck from sinking entirely into the sea, for only the ship's stern seems to have survived the wreck.  This portion is wedged at an angle between the cliff and the rocks, and each wave shakes and tosses the wreck alarmingly.  It won't be long before the constant pounding of the waves dislodges the wreck and allows the hungry sea to claim the last of this once-fine ship.

(everyone make perception checks)

Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception!

SteveRogers

Bigbsy gazes at the shipwreck.

Perception 1d20+0 : 4, total 4

pooka

Imfei releases her somewhat disheveled hair and pushes it from her eyes, reaffixing it under her helm.
Rolled 1d20 : 4, total 4

Lotofsnow

Plodding ahead, Yiki suddenly realizes everyone else has stopped to look things over. Never really one to hesitate, he nonetheless looks the situation over.

Perception 1d20+5 : 12 + 5, total 17

Sputnik314


TheTick

Up close, the damage done to the Jenivere looks even worse - much of the lower decks are gone, the Captain's cabin is smashed open to the sea (but is still there) below but some of the upper decks and supply rooms may yet be intact.  Yiki points into the surf on the leeward side of the wreck, and you see what he saw.  A rope, leading from the wreckage, to what appears to be the remains of the ship's boat.  Unfortunately, only the bow is still attached to the rope, the rest of it dashed against the rocks as the tide went out.
Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception!

Sputnik314

If I find the cook around here somewhere, I'm gonna give him a taste of his own medicine.  (brews poison)

SteveRogers

"Let's not get carried away, m'lad," Bigsby soothes.  He looks in Yiki's direction, "How 'bout, my friend?  Feel like searching for treasure aboard that wrecked ship?  We might be able to make it out there."

Lotofsnow

Yiki shoots Bigsby a scowl as it is obvious the half orc is listening to something.

"Hm," he grunts finally. "There's someone below."

Yiki quickly determines the best way to track down the sound he's hearing and forges ahead.

TheTick

The rocks provide a path to what's left of the ship, and the wreck has sheltered them from the spray enough that they are not completely slick.  Yiki ends up on the mid-deck, and sees what is making all the racket - another sea scorpion, larger than the rest, is scratching and scraping at the door to the supply room.  There's a trail of blood that turns into a smear and disappears under the door.

The sea scorpion turns to Yiki, claws snapping menacingly.

(initiative time!  the angled, debris-strewn deck is difficult terrain, and you take -2 to attack rolls on top of the normal restrictions)
Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception!