[PbP] Treasure Hunt - Emerald DMing

[Emerald]

Reinert: None of the food is salvagable. You may be able to gather a mug or two of ale from the bottom of the broken barrels but not enough to sustain on. The chest is unlocked and untrapped. When you open it you find, two books, and several folded pieces of paper.

 

[Poto Knezer]

I take the books & paper, as well as the crossbow & bolts & get out of there. I try to keep the paper dry. Is it still raining? Does the boat seem in danger of breaking up or floating away? If not, I'll peruse the documents on deck. Otherwise, I'll take them to shore.

 

[Krug]

Jarrad climbs up and takes the Heavy Crossbow and quarrels.

Oops. edited.

 

[Poto Knezer]

Jarred is welcome to the crossbow. I don't remember seeing any gold.

 

[Capellan]

I climb up onto the deck, and call out to the others, then move to where they are when they respond. When I see the books and scrolls:

"Anything interesting? Pass me one, and I'll go through it while you go though the others."

 

[Emerald]

You carefully inspect the items. One of the books is the captain's log, the other appears to be an arcane spellbook (only the first two pages are filled out). The papers are navigational charts and maps.

 

[Poto Knezer]

Reinert

"Sh*t! Look at this tripe. Here we are marooned on this godforsaken island with no food, a wrecked ship & some whacko priest. Here you go, dye-job. You take these books. (gives books to Cattivo). See if you can figure out where we are. Maybe the captain's log can help"

Reinert returns to the captive. Smells his breath. Was he really drinking? "When do you think we can question him, Cid?"

 

[Capellan]

I'll try and piece together some idea of where we are, though I don't hold much hope of that.

 

[Krug]

I'll try and piece together some idea of where we are, though I don't hold much hope of that.

Jarrad waits and arms the crossbow. He scans the shore to see if he recognises any of the vegetation or wildlife. He'll see if he can kill a crab or fish with a bolt.

 

[Emerald]

Cid: You think that Hafkris will regain consciousness in the morning.

Reinert: You smell Hafkris's breath. He was wasted. You see on the beach where Hafkris was marching an empty rum bottle.

Cattivo: The navigational charts show where you started from and where the galley was headed, but since you were bellow decks for the duration of the trip you have no idea where you are now.

Jarrad: You attempt to fish with your crossbow, but considering the severity of the storm, you are unable to even see a fish, let alone shoot one.

Everyone: The storm contiunes to get worse. The wind is painfully cold and the rain is coming down in buckets. By now, you are all throughlly soaked and shivering