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

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)

OOC: Wow! That was a quick storm… I figured we would be able to get somewhat organized during it. There seems to be quite a clamoring for point a leader… (Off topic and in game posts.) Also I’m rather curious to know what’s in the box. Plus Loske was hoping to high tailing it in the middle of the night to a location slightly up stream to get the salt from the ocean off. Salt chaffs big time if left to irritate the body.

By the time the sun is raising Loske has been up for quite sometime. Loske leaves the canvas up while the others are sleeping in or waking up. She will let the member on watch know where she’s going and will go and scout the immediate area (say an 1/8 of a mile at max) looking for items of use. (Vines, rocks and stones for arrow heads, limbs for the shafts, etc, etc.)

 

[infax]

Kelkan: Halfling Wizard

Kelkan likes to sleep until late. As most halflings he enjoys comfort and having seldom been traveling around and keeping watch he is unused to short naps. However, the soaked ground and the chatter in the morning in addition to his clothes full of sand and the alien noises of this unknown land put him on his feet early in the morning.

The halfling is grouchy. Thinking about his lost book, his sore back and his lack of perspective on where to go from here. Then he hears once more talk about the box... ~Wretched box! Let them be burned to a cinder by any magical traps! I won't cast...~

"Vandero Arkomulos!" He pronounces in spite of himself. Standing up, stamping in the direction of the box with his eyes glowing from the dweomer he invoked, and scans the aether around it.

OOC: Kelkan casts Detect Magic and looks for magical signatures on the box. If there are any he warns Solomon and Jobis. Anyway, after that, to not waste one of the precious few spells he still has, he walks around the camp looking for other signs of magic, in special in the few Gnoll belongins the party looted. The spell lasts for 3 minutes and a single round should be enough to determine the presence of magic in the 60ft cone area of effect.

 

[alsih2o]

loske draws a large loop around the camp. she finds the area mostly devoid of non-botanical interests. when she is on the other side of the clearing where you stopped last night, as she is about to place her foot, she barely sees a asmall vine where she is about to step. the vine has been....woven?

kelkans groggy eyes stare at the box expectantly, and it is just a box. as he scans the rest of the camp, letting his eyes land here and there he notices (insert list of magic items belonging to party members) and the gnolls wand. then he looks at the meditating young elf, and notices his necklace has a slight glow to it... a protective ward.

 

[Dakkareth]

"Ugh. This is not my idea of a holiday paradise.", Jobis murmurs as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

Sitting up and looking about he sees most of the others sleeping, while Loske is just disappearing into the surrounding forest.

Might as well do something useful myself ...

From one of his deep pockets Jobis produces the wand they took from the gnoll shaman and fiddles around with it mumbling around and trying to make it do something - somehow. His eyes close to the wood he scans the surface for characters of any kind, that may give some indication about the usage of the wand. When nothing happens he frustratedly sticks it into the ground and scoffs at it. After a while he takes the wand up again, aims it against some nearby tree and starts to work it again.

[OOC: Use Magic Device +8, try until something happens]

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When asked about the box by Solomon Jobis is instantly interested. Taking out a dagger he tries to open it.

 

[alsih2o]

jobis is wiggling the wand through the air trying to figure out how it works, and trying to remember all he knows about magic when a bolt releases from it and strikes a nearby tree, the tree grows to about 30% bigger almost instantly.

satisfied with that he moves to the box and pries on it. it pops open with soem effort and inside is an astrolabe. brass and masterwork.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)

Loske immediately forgets about the sand and salt that been irritating her for quite sometime and bends down to that a closer look at the vine careful not to touch it. She stays close to the rope and tracks each end to its finish point. If it’s not connected to anything, that includes the ground, she’ll coil the woven vine if it’s a decent length.

OOC: If she gets the impression it’s there to see if someone touches it she’ll leave it alone and head back to the camp.

 

[alsih2o]

loske carefully traces the woven section to a loop some 3 fet past her foot, and then to a bent branch. it is a snare for the unwary. as she looks up at the branch she can barely make out a small platform in the trees above.....

 

[Dakkareth]

Unmindful of caution procedures Jobis lets out a whistle.

"Interesting. I wonder, what happens, if you target ingots of gold? Or people for that matter ...."

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Holding the strangebrass thing into the air he asks those present:

"Anyone got some idea on what this is?"

(If the lock was difficult to pick he continues: "It sure was locked well. Must be something expensive, important or both.")

 

[Manzanita]

Solomon Kreel

Solomon scowls at the contents of the box. Much less interesting, whatever it is, than a good bow or even a good piece of fish. He lets the magically inclined examine the wand. He approaches the young elven boy, carefully, aware of the affect of his size and appearence can have, and says "Good morning, stranger. We rescued you from the gnolls. You have nothing to fear from us. Are you OK?"

 

[Macbeth]

Swift

Swift seems concerned with the elf we rescude. "So, it seems you are cominbg too, young one. What is your name? What are you doing on this island?"