Newfoundland [IC]

[deadestdai]

Stillgem steps through the tree-line, peering right a left with bow strung with arrow notched. He scans the surrounding flora for movements and threats.

(OOC - makes spot check)

 

[Thels]

OOC: Okay, coffers they are. I did warn you that english ain't my native language, didn't I?

A good three hours past since you arrived here. During that time, the water's only been rising. None of you seems to have noticed the high-tide point (though none of you have actively been searching for it either).

Stillgem steps into the forest and is completely surrounded by leaves. The density of the leaves is so high, that he's fully encapsuled in them. Sight is limited to several inches, once you manage to sweep that leave from your face. The bow in your hands becomes a large hindrace, and the arrow is certainly not nocked anymore. There's no way you could wield a weapon in here, let alone a bow. Staying here much longer gives you the idea that you're suffocating. And what's that itchy feeling all over your body?

The coffer possesses no more magical items.

Ben whacks the red globe to pulp with his greatclub. A lot of soft jelly-like yellow substance emerges from the globe and spatters across the surrounding beach, including on Ben.

 

[Wippit Guud]

OOC: Okay, coffers they are. I did warn you that english ain't my native language, didn't I?

OOC: Indeed you did, hence why I was correcting it in a friendly manner I'd much rather equipment than a body.

--

Ben sniffs at the jelly, and if the freagrance is better than cow manure, will taste a sample.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Confounded leaves," Flynn says, pushing apart the leaves. He walks over to the strange plant Dural pointed out.

OOC: Making a Wilderness Lore...erm, Survival roll to see what I can see about them.

 

[Uriel]

Drithmyne continues on down the beach with Resa, looking for any more gear/wreckage not completely underwater.
Smiling at the woman, he continues 'I hope to find Elves here, if they are here, and see if they have the same Faiths and Traditions as my Folk. Perhaps found a temple to Corellon, the father of Elvenkind, may his arrows fly ever-true and his blade remain ever-sharp.'

 

[Pierce]

Feeling a little nervous about the encroaching tide, Larrock starts heading inland towards the treeline and Dural and Flynn. He's making slow progress, however, since he's dragging a box full of jewelry and a coffer full of equipment.

A little help sure would be nice....

 

[Wippit Guud]

Assuming eating the jelly doesn't hurt Ben, he will lick his fingers clean, and then, upon hearing Larrock's plea for help, will wnader over and start helping with the coffer.

"Oooo.... shiny sticks!" he exclaims, pulling out the sunrods. He takes one in each hand and...

OOC: Dunno if you want to give Larrock some kind of check before Ben starts bangin the rods together.

 

[Pierce]

Um.. uh... I don't think... uh... damn, you're big. Um, could you help me carry these up?

Larrock desparately tries to get Ben to take the coffer and box instead of playing with the sunrods.

Please?

 

[deadestdai]

Frowning at his situation Stillgem did his best to step back enough so he could put his bow and arrow away and drawing his dagger so he may cut at the foliage before him.

The itching discomfort only serves to anger him and after a quick scratching session, he re-enters the tree-line, this time hacking at the leaves and such in an effort to carve a path through.

 

[ferretguy]

Looking around for Stillgem, noting that he is not with them has got Dural a little concerned. Moving to keep up with Flynn
You dinna' happen to see where our compainion went off to did ya'? It may not be the safest time to wonder off alone.
Calling outSTILLGEM! CAN YOU HEAR ME LAD?
Dural then looks back the way they have traveled to see if the gnome may be poking his head out(of the wooded area)

OOC: Spot and listen checks....