[Pathfinder] DarkSun: Dangerous Beginnings

[Guest 11456]

Reena shakes her head. "No!" It had been the first thing the half-elf had said this entire trip. Once free she moves to check out the equipment. She dons a set of leather armor then grabs a crossbow and some bolts before moving to the indicated deck, ready for action.

 

[kinem]

Kline grabs a light crossbow and a couple of cases of bolts (about 20 bolts), as well as a dagger.

"Maybe we can negotiate with these elves, as we former slaves are not their intended target."

 

[Andor]

The halfling grins savagely as he grabs a dagger. "We kill elves? Best news all month!"

 

[pneumatik]

Tiklan dons leather armor. Then he grabs an obsidian longsword, crossbow, and some bolts. "Okay, guys, let's stick together. Keep low and keep your eyes open."

 

[Walking Dad]

Raggi looks over the armor, seeing if any can fit his large frame. ...

Yes, but a bit ill fitting. ACP +1.

From the small holes in the wall (the source of even more desert heat) you see that the two exit doors are both open, most of the crew having abandoned ship. Outside the wagon, dozens of elves are moving in with burning torches. You might be able to look around a bit, before they reach the wagon. (some water would be useful outside...)

 

[Andor]

Gilliam looks out over the railing "Shazzb'hat. That's a many elves. Maybe we run?" He grabs a skin of water and takes a quick drink before slinging it around his shoulders.

 

[pneumatik]

"Okay, we're totally screwed here," Tiklan says. "We need to find supplies to help us survive. They gotta have some in this warwagon somewhere. C'mon." Encouraging the group to follow him, Tiklan down one of the hallways on the side of wagon towards the front, stopping to look in the first doors he comes to.

 

[kinem]

"Oh, defile it all! I guess we'll have to abandon ship after all."

Kline joins the others in the frantic search for supplies.

 

[Walking Dad]

Tiklan has just found the (empty) captain's quarter. Maybe in here is something even more vital for survival... Gilliam has found the kitchen. There is Gruel , 500 gallons of water in a barrel and 20 one-quart vessels / skins.

 

[Andor]

Gilliam dips a finger in the gruel and tastes it. "Hmmpf. Needs more Elf." He starts grabbing water skins until he looks like a dun christmass tree.