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Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv

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Darian hoped that this creatures were the only thing they faced until they found the tiger. The half-elf whose name he never caught was relentless in finding it, and uncaring of anything else, including his own safety. Darian stuck at the remaining creature with two kicks, but the second missd.

Attack Rolls: 17 and 5 Total.
Damage Roll: 7 total
Current AC: 19 against creature, 18 everything else.
 
Darian's second kick missed and his momentum carried him to the ground. The giant lobster took advantage of the moment and climbed on top of him, its stinger raised high in the air, poised to strike, when suddenly...

The door to the larder burst open, and out sprung a roaring tiger, jumping out the door and knocking the creature off of Darian as she pinned it to the wall. Gravetooth bit fiercely into the creature, ripping it to pieces, juices flying about. The hall was quiet, save the sound of her eating.

<End combat>
 
"My thanks, Miss Tiger. That would be annoying to have been stung with." Darian says. Hopefully the half-elf would be a little less anxious.
 
An enormous smirk crossed Vallios' lips at the sight of Gravetooth's entrance. At least she wasn't starved, having easily wound up in the best place to be post ship-wreck. While Gravetooth was busy with her meal Vallios made a bee-line to the larder and began throwing every bit of food he could find into any form of container available. Hopefully Gravetooth handn't ravaged too much of the ship's supplies.

"Go get others. Bring back. Salvage."

Vallios spoke without looking at Darian. Sentence by sentence that rough common was improving. The words at least sounded a little more natural, synapses in Vallios' brain reconnecting the sound of the common tongue with the proper movements of mouth and tongue to create the syllables. Hopefully Darian wouldn't take exception to Vallios' tone, borderlining a command. The druid was rather matter of fact when it came to survival and also didn't have many manners to spare regardless of situation.
 
Darian nods his head. "Look for some rope, it'll be easier to haul things up and for others to climb down." Darian says as he leaves. He didn't take offense to the half-elf's words. The half-elf seemed to have trouble speaking Common, and it was sensible. The faster this ship was emptied, the better. His only real concerns were the others' climbing ability, and the ship's stability.
 
Darian and Vallios found three identifiable remaining rooms on the ship to salvage from: the captain's cabin, the larder, and the supply room.
 
Gravetooth finished her meal and then settled down on the deck of the wrecked ship, deciding it was a great time for a little cat nap. After all she'd done her good deed for the day, hadn't she earned a bit of rest? If Darian was paying attention to Vallios' demeanor he'd notice that the half-elf had quickly returned to his usual quiet and reserved mannerisms. Obviously separating the druid from his tiger was a terrible idea as it definitely seemed to unhinge him quite... A fair bit actually.

Vallios began an efficient and thorough sweep of the ship. Every single open room would be searched high to low and stripped, anything of survival value brought back to the larder for packing. Survival value included any form of food or supply, any form of container even chamber pots, any scraps of rope or cloth and any loose wood appropriate for making cooking fires.
<Perception check +9 >
 
Vallios found the supply room near where the eurypterids had first attacked - he surmised between the location and the scratches on the door that the racket had been the beasts trying to get into the room. As he opened the stuck door with a swift kick, a broom put in place to lock the door snapping noisily, he noticed a stain of blood running underneath.

Laying slumped against the wall was the body of First Mate Alton Devers...quite dead. Examining his body, Vallios noticed a number of wounds: the first appeared to be a bit older and consisted of cuts, while others were inflamed stings. <Vallios makes heal check on wounds> It appeared that Alton took place in a rapier battle which explained the cuts, but they weren't deep enough to be his cause of death. Poison from the sting wounds seemed more likely...Vallios turned and looked at the broken broom, then at the slain eurypterids. Ah. Devers still wore his masterwork studded leather armor and clutched his masterwork short sword in one hand.

A search of the rest of the supply room turned up lumber, as well as several tools Vallios thought could come in handy in building a secure campsite: a block and tackle, five large canvas sheets, two fishing nets, a grappling hook, two bullseye lanters, 12 flasks of lantern oil, 150 feet of hemp rope and five shovels.

He made his way to Gravetooth's home over the last few hours, the larder. Although the majority of the Jenivere's food stores were kept in the now-missing cargo bay below, enough preserved rations were stored here to supply a single person with food for 24 days. As he grabbed the last wheel of cheese from one of the corners, Vallios spotted something buried behind a pile of linens...the body of the cook. He pulled the corpse out and inspected it - the man was nude, his clothes stripped from him, and he had suffered bites on the neck and shoulders, bites Vallios identified as serpentine in origin, though from a rather large snake.

The captain's cabin was quite a wreck. A jagged hole in the side had allowed most of the room's contents to spill into the surf and wash away. However, searching an overturned desk that had luckily been too large to fit through the hole in the wall, Vallios found various items of interest. An upper drawer contained a ring of keys. Another contained several sea maps and charts, along with the captain's log. Vallios found a lower desk drawer to be locked, though fiddling with the found keys for a few minutes took care of that - it contained a bottle of fine brandy worth 50gp, a darkwood model of the Jenivere in a glass bottle, and a small coffer containing 350gp. Also in the drawer were a long leather satchel containing a dozen potions in case of emergency: four potions of cure light wounds, a potion of cure moderate wounds, four potions of lesser restoration, a potion of remove disease, a potion of water breathing, and a potion of water walking. Finally, a large footlocker leaning against the desk was marked "Jask Derindi's Belongings: Deliver to Maester Tomwind of the High Court of Sargava in Eleder". Vallios was unable to open the lock, but did find it light enough to carry.
 
As Darian arrived back on the beach, the crowd emerged from the forest, "Hey there! We think we've found a spot to make camp!" Sasha called to the trio. "Don't know what we're going to make camp out of," chuckled the gnome, "but we did find a nice spot without sand, spiders, or sharp rocks. Hey look! The dwarf's awake! Now it's a party, eh?"

As Darian informed them that the ship was to be emptied, they began making a chain, Vallios hauling items to the top of the decks, Darian and Aerys hauling them up to the cliff with rope, and the others carrying items between the cliff and the campsite to-be.

As they emptied the ship, Thea emerged from the treeline with her take from the hunt.
 
Darian turned to the half-elf in a quiet moment. "Did you find anything unusual on the ship?" He asked in Elvish, hoping that would be easier to understand and speak for the half-elf.
(I'm assuming that I get two bonus languages for intelligence, in which case I would speak Elvish and Dwarvern. If that's incorrect, or not the right languages, then feel free to correct.)
 
<You are correct - you can choose Elven and Dwarven, though we don't really have any elves with us. We have Half-elves that speak Common, and we have Vallios that understands common and elven, but only speaks Druidic and Sylvan.>
 
Vallios had taken the coffer for himself and held the captain's log for his own reading first. While he fully understood that gold was absolutely useless when stranded on an island, there were those that would do anything to earn it regardless of situation. A tool to meet his ends and nothing more. The captain's log was of great interest to Vallios, considering all the evidence of perfidious activity that lay haphazard about the ship. What bothered Vallios the most though was the wounds of the cook. At no point had he seen any signs of such a creature on board. When asked about anything unusual Vallios held up the captain's log for Darian to see. The fact that the monk had decided upon the elvish tongue to address him was interesting. Unfortunately, Common, Dwarven and Elven all gave Vallios difficulty in terms of speaking. Understanding however, Vallios fully understood all five languages he spoke and could listen to or read them effortlessly. Even writing them was simple, but getting his mouth to make the proper sounds was the tricky part. Speech and speech pattern were entirely muscle memory, and Vallios' facial muscles had almost completely forgot those three tongues.
"Found this. You speak Sylvan?"

Perhaps life would be easier if Vallios asked for his preferred language. In the event that Thea was the only person amongst the entire crew that spoke Sylvan, Vallios would give a small sigh. Noticing that the others were departing the ship, Gravetooth abandoned her napping and meandered to Vallios' side. While awaiting Darian's answer Vallios decided to open the Captain's log and begin reading. Surely there were answers here, some kind of clue about just what had transpired aboard the Jenivere. Should Darian ask questions about the coffer, Vallios would of course split the gold inside. Darian had aided in both finding Gravetooth and rallying help to gather the supplies, so he would not be denied a share of the 'treasure'.
 
Darian shakes his head. "I'm sorry. Sylvan isn't a language I speak. Were there any bodies on the boat?" Darian asks, after taking note of the journal. It would be an interesting read, and might have clues. "And if there were, how did they die? Your best guess, at any rate. If you don't mind. I'd like to find out what happened. The fact we were all drugged... It doesn't sit well on me."
 
As Vallios examined the log, it became clear that Kovack had been suffering from some sort of madness that grew over the course of the ship's final voyage. Earlier entries from previous voyages were precise in recording progress and events along the way, as were entries from the first two-thirds of this last trip. Yet, as he read further, the more recent the entries got, the less common they became - several days are missing entries. What entries did appear were short, focusing more on one of the passengers - the Varisian scholar, Ieana, with whom the captain seemed to have become obsessed. Several entries were nothing more than poorly written love poems to Ieana, while others bemoaned Kovack's inability to catch her attention or please her. Near the end, the entries took a more ominous tone, with the captain starting to complain that the other members of the crew were eyeing "his Ieana". In particular, he seemed to suspect that Devers was in love with her, and wrote several times about how he wished Alton would just "have an accident". The final entry was perhaps the most disturbing, for in it the captain wrote of how he changed course for Smuggler's Shiv at Ieana's request. He hoped that the two of them could make a home on the island, but noted that the crew were growing increasingly agitated at the ship's new course. He mused that "something may need to be done about the crew" if their suspicions got any worse. This final entry was dated well over a week ago - the day Gravetooth first found her way into the larder. Nothing had been written in the log for over ten days since...
 
"Ship's cook. First mate. Both murdered. Snake killed cook."

Vallios thought hard about that name, Ieana. Drawing a blank Vallios sighed and surrendered the Captain's log to Darian. Perhaps the monk would have a better idea of where this Ieana woman was...Or at least what she looked like. The only person Vallios knew by name was Thea because she'd introduced herself in his native tongue. That strange, clumsy dwarf had made a permanent imprint in his memory however. It seemed not ten minutes had passed on any given day of that voyage before that dwarf had tread on somebody's toes or done something to get himself deeper into trouble and potential debt.
 
The only obvious reactions was Darian's eyes darkening and a slight nod. He accepted the book, and begin to read it. As it went into the later pages, he figured that the captain had been affected by something, perhaps drug or magic. He didn't know what magic could do, but something had changed the captain. Darian thought that the captain had killed the first mate. So, a madman and a venomous snake were loose. Lovely. A venomous snake was his guess, otherwise there wouldn't have been a body. Now, did he recognize Ieana?
Wisdom Check if needed: 16
 
Darian had seen Ieana in passing on the ship from time to time, but she didn't stand out, keeping to herself and to her books, for the most part.
 
Darian shook his head. "We should keep an eye out for the captain and Ieana, perhaps even the rest of the crew." He says to the half-elf. "I'm hesitant to blame this Ieana, but she is the focus for the captain's madness. Was there anything unusual, something that stuck out was strange or wrong?"
 
Once everything was off the boat, Thea set up her tent in to new campsite. She eyed the canvas sheets with interest as she did. If she could use some of the wood as poles, she thought they may have a few more tents.

<I'm assuming this is a simple Survival roll, so +8>
 
"Nope. Suicide new course for no reason. Large man killed by larger snake. Snake no where to be found. Nothing wrong."

By the wilds was it hard to convey sarcasm or wit through language barriers. Vallios' stomach let out a loud rumble, que that the conversation was over. Tiger in tow Vallios made his way to the food the survivors had stored, taking enough food to sate him for the day. Fruits and preserved vegetables and a crust of bread made up Vallios' meal. There was no reason to waste lumber on fire for one person and Vallios really did not feel like cooking for a group. Silently he settled down on the sand and started his meal.
 
Darian sighed. He had meant if there were any objects that shouldn't be there, or some book or paper that didn't belong. Despite the difficulty the half-elf had speaking, the sarcasm had been clear. Darian was just trying to find out what all might be trying to kill them. He shrugged and went toward the singer, Thea he thought. Maybe she had seen something unusual. "Excuse me." He said when she had a free moment. "Did you notice anything unusual while you hunted?"
 
"Open chest."

Vallios pointed with his idle hand towards the footlocker he hadn't been able to open. The footlocker had briefly skipped his memory. Hunger pains slightly assuaged his memory had been jogged for no apparent reason. If Darian didn't react Vallios would hurl a pebble at the monk's back. Still pointing at the chest Vallios resumed his meal. The pointing was maintained to ensure that Darian found his way to the proper object. Vallios' curiosity was piqued and he wanted more answers, but didn't have the proper skill to break into the footlocker.
 
Thea was able to successfully set up her tent, as well as four others, using the found canvas pieces. She thought they each looked able to hold about two people.
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Darian found himself quite confused as to how to open the chest, he had never learned how to pick a lock, though he supposed he could try breaking it.

<Picking a lock requires the trained-only skill disable device, and without a set of thieves tools, the DC is raised by 10. It can also be broken by attacking it with a weapon>
 
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