Shards of Memory--Act I: The Boundless Void

[Bront]

Kirkesh checks the hold (again if already done) to see if there is anything usefull for the trip, and gathers what he can on the deck. Rope, sails, food, weapons, and anything he may spot of potential value.

[sblock=RA]If he spots something specificly of high value, such as jewelry, he'll inspect it himself first before showing it in public if he can do so easily.[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Kirkesh finds nothing more than the rotted food, lacklustre weapons, lengths of rope, and tattered sails that they found in the first pass.*

[SBLOCK=Kirkesh]No jewelry discovered this time around either [/SBLOCK]

 

[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

"You're right, he certainly does make you curious in his own deeply disturbing, horrifying sort of way," Diedrik says to Zaeryn as he lays eyes on the helmsman.

He takes a closer look, then with a quick gesture and muttered words casts Detect Magic.

"Heh, here I was hoping the dagger was magical," the troubadour laments, "I'd ask if you'd want the honour of prying his cold dead hands off the weapon but I guess that's in my job description, right?"

Diedrik makes an effort to free the dagger from the helmsman's corpse in order for them to get a better look at it.

“I could have told you the dagger wasn’t magical, Diedrik, you had but to ask,” Zaeryn offers with a chuckle. “Well, I don’t know if it’s in your job description or not, but since you’re already there, you might as well remove it.”

 

[Rystil Arden]

*After a bit of a struggle against rigour mortis, Diedrik finally manages to pry the dagger forth. It is a simple unadorned blade covered in dried blood.*

 

[Bront]

"Well, I don't see much worth taking. Even the rope I'd not realy trust. Seems she's been adrift for a while. Such a waste too. If we had the time, we could probably take it back for salvage."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Ah, splitting the profits for salvage would have made a nice start to what will be lining our pockets from this trip," Diedrik said, "Perhaps we shall be fortunate and this dagger will be encrusted will gems from distant spheres, and of equivalent worth to this entire ship."

With a grunt Diedrik freed the dagger from the corpse. He looked at the dagger, frowned after finding it to be of unimpressive make, then handed it to Zaeryn.

"It's imbued with daggery goodness, and is enhanced with a dried blood coating," he said sardonically.

 

[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

“No thanks, I already have one of those...sans the blood coating,” Zaeryn remarks with a smirk, as he waves off the dagger. “I suppose we might as well head back then, as it seems there’s naught else here for us.”

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: So you are taking along the hat, sword, and holy symbol, right? I remember you guys picking up the hat and sword, so I'll assume you didn't just put them back )

 

[unleashed]

OOC: Yes, Zaeryn still has the hat and sword, he also has the spellbook.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Well I knew for sure he was keeping the spellbook
Everyone ready to head back then?)