The Wayfinders - Expedition to Tempest Isle

Subterfuge really isn't Kraken's strong point, so he'll keep out of the way, ready to be directed as a blunt instrument against anyone who needs hitting, perhaps at a pre-arranged signal.

While the others are debating how to manage the prisoner, Kraken moves up behind the man and clubs him over the head with the hilt of his falchion. With the man rendered unconscious, Dorel and Kraken carefully wrap him up in a cloak. The group splits up to be less suspicious as they return to camp. When the sailors come running up to see what happened to the man you are carrying, Midian speaks up and tells them that he ate some kind of poisonous plant. Whisper and Glaive cover their faces with their cloaks as they enter the captains tent to hide their disguises. You fill him in on what you learned from Buriss. He agrees to hold him here for the rest of the evening, but demands proof of wrongdoing. He says that men will often say anything when under the threat of violence to save themselves.

You begin a careful search of the camp for the accomplice but no one seems to have seen him. Some suggest that he might have gone back to the ship. It takes some time to convince some men to take you to the ship aboard the longboat. It takes even longer to search the large ship from end to end. The sun is nearing the horizon when you conclude that he is not aboard the ship either. You have just enough time to return to the shore when the sun drops below the edge of the sea and darkness closes in. Your party regroups at the camp and considers its next move.

You set out shortly after dark after collecting any last minute supplies from the camp. Midian slips away in animal form to follow the group. Whisper and Buriss remove the heavy cloaks hiding their faces so others can see their disguise. The others follow them at a discreet distance as you make your way to the meeting place.

On board the ship, Kraken seems more intent on checking the stays and the woodwork thatn on searching for anybody. He wears a wistful expression.

"Your Captain keeps a good ship," he says approvingly. "She's seen a bit of action, eh?"

Back on shore, and heading to the rendezvous, Kraken feels the Storm welling within him. With a chance to act so near, waiting doesn't sit well with him. All the same, he follows at a respectable distance, ready to fight when needed.

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Selc, I'm going to be away for a fortnight. If it turns into a fight, feel free to run Kraken for me. If there are any undead he'll start with a turning attempt, then a shatter, otherwise he'll enter frenzy and hit things until they stop moving, targeting spellcasters first. The nice thing about barbarians is that you don't have too many tactical options
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Whisper moves out to the rendezvous point, attempting to mimic what she saw of how Burris moved...his shifty walk, the sway of his shoulders, the nervous flicking of his eyes.

(Using Disguise...Disguise is +17 including synergy from Bluff)

"I'm going to make all of us that are not going in disguised invisible when we get closer. I would still suggest trying to move quietly and staying hidden as we obseve Whisper in action. There are some that are able to see past such magic, and animals that may be able to detect our scent." As Doral gets closer to the rendevous point, he casts invisibility sphere on himself and the non-disguised party members. Afterwards, he casts the spell he uses stealth.

OOC: Listen +9, Move Silently +12

AC 19 (T13, FF16), HP 46/46, F +5,R+5,W+5
Eldritch blast: +6/+7, 3d6 damage

Glaive stays with the others in the invisibility field for the start of the way. Perhaps has Kevik already moved to the meeting point.

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Disguise: (with magic item): +12 (+14 for acting in character)
took 20
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Whisper proceeds forward at the front of the party. Her form is a near mirror image of the real Buriss, right down to his arrogant swagger. She moves past the last line of scrub brush along the shore and pauses as she spots the meeting place. A wide pool of water is framed by rock outcroppings to form a relatively calm area. The ocean around it surges with the tide causing towering waves to smash against the stony beach. The shore is littered with massive rocks the size of horses. With a subtle flick of her hand, Whisper indicates that the group should hide themselves behind the nearest stone as she proceeds forward in the open.
Moments later a shadow stirs at the other end of the beach. A figure rises up on top of a boulder. It looks to be man-sized, though a black cloak wrapped around it disguises its form. Its cloak billows in the wind blowing inland from the sea creating a menacing image. The figure remains silent as Whisper approaches it.

Midian Rightson, human druid

Midian, in hawk-form* , rides the air currents above Whisper, and as she approaches the meeting place, he finds a high branch to perch on, eyes sharp for trouble.

*OOC: I'm assuming Midian is knowlegeable enough about life on islands in the area (or has observed enough) to pick a bird of prey that would be native, so "hawk" is just a stand in for that. I can make a Know: Nature check on that one if you like, though.

Whisper, as Buriss, bows before the cloaked figure and croaks in his rough voice, "Honored brother,"in a respectful tone. She's not sure what the usual flow of these meetings is, so she decides to leave it at that for the moment.

Doral remains motionless and continues to observe the new figure.