Lost Eberron 4E Style: Combat over, Level up!

[EvolutionKB]

Hesh points out a potential hazard, unfortunately, he doesn't see another. The scraping of the coral can be heard on the bottom of their rowboat.

Lorn notices a piece of debris floating strangely in the water, they avoid it, under his discretion.

Successes: 5
Failure: 1

 

[EvolutionKB]

Eliza stands from her seat by the shifter. "Fine don't answer me then," she mutters. She returns to the cooking eggs, making sure they didn't stick. She crosses her arms and glares at the shifter's turned back.

 

[stonegod]

OOC: Who hasn't gone in round 2 of the challenge?

 

[EvolutionKB]

OOC: Just GaryH is left.

 

[Redclaw]

Stellan tears his eyes away from the rowboat, which he has been following as it moves toward the ship. I'm sorry, he says to Eliza. I am a bit preoccupied. It is not easily that I separate from those I choose to protect. Thank you for the offer of the eggs, but I believe we had their mother for breakfast. There is some meat left over if you would like it. He pauses for a moment and considers her question. I can't explain why, but yes I do believe them. I don't see what purpose the lies would serve, and if they are lying, I don't see why such a diverse group would be working together to do so.

 

[garyh]

Xandren easily handles his oar and keeps the boat moving at a brisk pace.

Athletics (1d20 9=29)

 

[EvolutionKB]

With a final great stroke of the oars, Xandren propels the rowboat to the edge of Eliza's ship. The Lost look up at the deck. No sailors arrive at the rails to greet them, and no noise gives away their presence on the deck. The smell of iron stinks up the area. Blood...and lots of it.



Meanwhile, back on the beach...

Eliza's looks down at the eggs in surprise, but then her face softens. "Yes I suppose you are right. Why do you think I am here? Why is my fate tied to yours?"

 

[stonegod]

Hesh looks grim. Those undead surely do not like anything afloat. Common—we got strip this quick, see if there are any survivors, and maybe find that mutt before those dead show back up. Food, tact, light stuff. Thats all they'd have time for.

OOC: Start the search!

 

[Redclaw]

Stellan shakes his head in resignation. I have no idea, but I hope that's what the others will discover on that ship of yours. He turns to survey the beach, keeping an eye out for potential threats to himself or the lady.

 

[Oni]

Lorn looked up at the side of the ship with troubled eyes.

This isn't good..., he said in a low voice.

We're going to have to go up there...soo...who's first?