D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly

[Kobold Stew]

Miss Imogen does not know the standard righting procedure for a second cane, and so she doesn't explain how the waterlogged canoe can be pulled crosswise and upside down onto their boat to empty it of water without needing to find shore first, before it slips back into the river. Indeed, she only suspects that emptying the second canoe of water will make it easier to be towed upstream.

Instead she tries to hold position, longs for rock beneath her feet. She wants to drink, and eyes the waterskin greedily, but she will wait until their guide lets them stop for the night.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Weed squeaked and gestured, and Qawasha replied, "Yes, we should try to bring this canoe along in case we find any survivors. We can tie them together, but we should place two crewmen in each in case we need to maneuver in haste. There is another falls up ahead, (where we must carry them), but we may tackle it in the morning if we stay on the little island."

 

[EarlyBird]

"Aye, no more traveling today. Specially if a falls be in our path." Dellrak says solemnly. "We do need the rest, and do be startin' early in the morning."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: So, are you splitting into two canoes?

 

[Fradak]

"I'll try to manoeuvre this thing. It doesn't look like black magic. "
Chrysagon use his rope to tie the boats together and get into the other canoe.

Then considering the new setup, Chrysagon wait a second and said,

"All well considered, if by any chance we found ourself separated, It would be wise to have a ranger in each boat...

Chrysagon is not a coward but water is not his element and alone in this jungle, he'll certainly finish like the missing eye guy.

 

[gargoyleking]

Harb, realizing the plan seems to have taken a turn, switches over and takes up an oar as the additional hull, especially waterlogged as it is, will require more effort to handle.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Qawasha nodded to Chrysagon and climbed into the bow of the new canoe. Weed thumped his chest and remained where he was. The two canoes continued up the river until at last they landed in a small island. It was a mound of grass-covered earth thrust up in the middle of the river with two large-leaved trees sticking out of it at odd-angles. The view upriver was unobstructed and there was little in the way of shore-line on either side of the river (thick as it was in foliage).

They tied the canoes to the trees and made a small, tight camp. There was no place for, nor was there any need of a fire. A damp, cold meal and a damp, warm bed was how they spent the night. Uncomfortable but safe. Strange noises echoed through the jungle all night long.

The sun began to rise with only a light drizzle of rain. Already it was very warm. The temperature had dropped almost not at all in the night. Nor had the insects stopped biting or buzzing about. Now birds were calling throughout the jungle.

 

[Fradak]

At the end of the day, Chrysagon fills up all the waterskins and invoking Kelemvor, purify them from any poison or disease. Then he thanks the god of Death to let them live another day.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Miss Imogen does not understand why everyone is abandoning their canoe.

"Why don't we just empty that one, and tow it behind? The drag will be much less," she observes.
"We don't need to risk getting separated when we are almost at our resting place for the night. Can we not just continue as we have done? I lack the ability to guide this boat safely on my own. We need to pool our strengths. We don't need the second boat -- if it splits our efforts, that makes it worse than not finding it in the first place."

 

[Ancalagon]

Rodrigo rubbed his chin - he didn't dare shave with the bug bites - and nodded.

"Miss Imogen may be right. If the canoe is empty, it will ride very high in the water and create almost no drag, we can easily pull it behind. While some of us are rowing, others can stand by with bows or crossbows at the ready. "

He looked around, trying to pierce the gloom with his eyes, now that daylight was shedding some light on the environment

Perception on the small island: 1D20+4 = [2]+4 = 6


It was no use - the sun was shining on the island, but both shores were deeply shaded. He sighed and added

"It's a shame we can't easily send word to Bol - he would have liked to hear about our finding. I've heard that there are wondrous spells that do such things, but... ah well". Turning to the druid he then said" "So, what can we expect today?"