Remember the Cavindale! (As his betters, i think we have a duty to help him)

[alsih2o]

OOC: aksih20, couple of questions... Are we on high ground a valley or what not? (Worried about flooding) second how threatening does this storm look like? (Are they “Wall” clouds, can we see rainfall falling from under the clouds, what color are the clouds, how’s the wing, how far away is the storm now, and one last one, are the clouds moving in any direction that their not moving in? Say like in a circular pattern while blowing in from one direction, AKA clouds going against the “grain”. Also what way is the storm blowing in from? Is there anything mysterious and/or noteworthy that a ranger would pick up on that I didn’t mention…? Basically has my character seen anything worse? PS I grew up in tornado alley so sorry for all of the questions…

you are 150 yards in from the beach, not exactly high ground, but not a valley. you are about 15 feet elevated from the one tiny creek you have seen.

you have seen storms like this, looks like a whopper- but not a once in a lifetime event. not a tornado or any such similar. just a big-bootied rain storm, unpleasant to be out in. the storm is coming directly at you from crapmap north/

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)

Loske looks and studies the clouds rolling in for a few seconds, “Well it looks like were not going to stay dry at all today.” She pauses for a moment as she studies the lay of the land. “We could do allot worse than where we are now, but theirs no doubting we are going to get wet. We can stay here and set brace for the storm to the best of are ability or we can continue on and hope we find better shelter but of course their no guaranties on getting anything better.

OOC: Short answer is I was never to worried about a tornado as they require certain atmospheric conditions, basically a warm front and a cold front not something I would except to see on a tropical island. I was more worried about a hurricane.

 

[infax]

Kelkan: Halfling Wizard

"As it is, I would suggest we stay here. We hurry to build a shelter near some trees and check if our unconcious fellow here recover his senses."

As he says that, Kelkan starts already looking around for a large tree. He plans on settling among some suitably large roots and recovering his wits.

 

[Manzanita]

Solomon

"A cave would be very nice. But if nothing else, I think we should move a little away from the dinosaurs. They might attract dinosaur hunters."

 

[Dakkareth]

"Let's make shelter under some trees."

 

[Tumakhunter]

"Does anyone have anything to chop some branches with? We can make a shelter for the boy, at least." Jak carefully does not acknowledge that he is carrying a large axe on his back. He will not let it be used for such a mundane purpose.

 

[infax]

Kelkan: Halfling Wizard

"I don't think there would be to many brave souls to hunt these gargantuan creatures, friend Solomon. Anyway, they seem to be more common on this island than Gnolls and I fear we would run into similar herds wherever we go - including the caves you propose.

"As for chopping branches, all I have is this dagger -- that I surrender wholly to the cause." Says Kelkan extending his frail looking silver dagger to Jak. "But others have better tools for the job." He completes, waving an open palm vaguely in the direction of Solomon and his greatsword while keeping Jak's eyes in his gaze without any humor, quickly darting his eyes to the axe in his back.

The tired looking halfling then deposits his belongings among the roots he had chosen and approaches the caring Half-Orc and Loske, addressing the tall woman about the young elf's condition:

"How is the boy? Do you believe he will wake before night comes? Do we have to build a special shelter for him before the rain comes?"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)

Loske turns from the young elf and address the halfling, “Kelkan, I really don’t know…” a look of slight worry crosses her face, “Its beyond my control but I feel like he should be okay.” She’s shielded from the dwarf but can hear him asking for something to chop for wood. Rolling her eyes and taking a deep breath Loske turns in a small flurry of red hair to address the dwarf. Loske eyes the dwarf trying to get a read on rather or not the dwarf is trying to be difficult or what not and in a moment she figures it out and hands him the Gnoll’s Scimitar in a moment of sympathy and understanding, “It might not be the best weapon for it, but it will be more useful than a dagger. You best get started as the storm will be here shortly and when your done and we’re waiting for the storm to blow over you can sharpen it up for me.” She turns from the dwarf and starts to pull the canvas out unfolding it and looking as if she’s measuring it, ”We need some rope and or vine to help ties this up… We can use it to help keep the rain off us…” a frown spreads across her attractive but dirty face as she eyes a rather large hole in the canvas, ”Or well at least the boy…”

 

[alsih2o]

loske amnages to string up some canvas on the gathered branches. it isn't the grand palace, but those not on watch can keep their upperhalfs dry.

the storm blows hard, and rain falls at 45-60 degree angels most of the night.

just before dawn the storm calms and the warm tropical breeze starts again. dawn find you not far from the edge of the clearing form the night before, and less than a mile form gnoll village.

the elf struggles up when you are sleeping assumes a trance state sometime early in the morning.

when the sun rises the young elf is stretching an getting his bearings.

 

[Manzanita]

Solomon Kreel

Solomon will help as Jak directs to secure some shelter. He hands the Box to Darkareth. "Can you open this? Or would you prefer I use a different method?"