The Evil Eye - IC

"Well that is a good plan I guess we can hunt some of the critters around here, maybe even fish. But we should take turns watching the river so we don't miss any boats." Jiles says resigned that he is stuck here at least for a while.

[sblock=OOC] Leaving it to you to move this along then. Do you want me to post a survival check. Or aid another to Raul's check?[/sblock]
 

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"Yes. Though milk for Nikko will not be easy to find."

Raul goes back to his wagon and looks through his supplies. "Should be enough for a few days."

He proves familiar enough with outdoor survival to gather some food, with Jiles' help, but clearly the small island can not long support even the adults.

After a few quiet hours, during which Raul says little, you hear the sound of barking dogs. The sounds come closer on the eastern shore of the river.

There is a sound of breaking branches and a young deer comes leaping from the shadows of the forest. It stares wide-eyed at the river, its nostrils flared, sweat shining on its hide. Then it wheels about, the sound of the barking dogs drawing closer. The deer flees northward along the river. Moments later, a man astride a black destrier emerges from the woods.

Although clearly in pursuit of the deer, clad as he is in the greens and leathers of a huntsman, he reins in the horse and shields his eyes with a hand as he looks across the river at you. He cocks an eyebrow, a smile appearing on his mustachioed face.

"My," he says, "what have we here?'"
 

"Ahoy! Ur.. umm... I mean Hello! We could use some help were a little stranded here." Jiles says waving both arms at those across the river.
 


"Well I wish I could tell you exactly," Jiles says. "But I'm not sure how this happened myself."

He casts a resigned look around. "We are here now and truly don't wish to be. Do you know of any boats coming by this way soon? Or anyone who might have some bridge building skill?" he says with a smile.
 

"No, I don't" the horseman says.

Six men emerge from the woods. They wear dirt-smeared shirts, brown trousers and vests. With them are a dozen emaciated hunting dogs.

"You sluggards!" the horseman declares. "Your ineptitude may cost me a prize deer today! Get moving!"

Turning back to look at the island he says "The nearest town is Karina, about forty miles downriver. Good day!"

He spurs his horse and resumes the chase along the riverbank. The men and dogs follow him as fast they can.
 
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"Thanks for the advice." Jiles says waving at the mans retreating back. "Well I guess we are still waiting Raul, but at least we know which way to head after we get off this island."
 

Some time after the hunting party merges back into the forest, you see a riverboat with a tall white sail as it rounds the bend about a mile upriver. As it approaches, the lone pilot at the stern can be heard singing a bawdy sailor's song.

As the boat draws nearer, the man at the rudder stops belting out his tune. Even before the last note has stopped echoing off the hillsides, the bright sail of the boat is being lowered, and it slows at it reaches you.

As the boat drifts closer, its only apparent crewmember, a man of average size with a wild curly mane of black hair and a full beard, waves to you. He is dressed in a dark sweater and trousers.

"Ahoy there! Cap'n Timothy's the name, and this is milady, the Virago. Would you folks be needing assistance?"
 

"Yes indeed Captain," Jiles says in earnest. "There are two of us and a baby, and we would like to get as close to Karina as you are going."
 

"I'm heading to Karina" Captain Timothy says. "You're welcome to come, long as you don't mind sleeping on shore or on deck at night."

Raul walks up. "Thank you" he says. "I'll go get my son and a few things."

"Hold on! You're a Vistani, aren't you? Sorry, but I'm not letting no damn gypsy aboard m'lady. Vistani are very bad luck for ships."
 

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