Everyday Life in Beachtown

[SirOwen]

Dexter Broadleaf

"See, guys?" says Dexter enthusiastically. "I'm good luck! You take me fishing and you get fish, an extra passenger, and salvage from a ship!" He looks down at the waterlogged survivor. "I mean, after all, you would happily give your claim to this flotsam for a ride back to shore, right?" The halfling is obviously waving his hand around to the stuff from the ship and NOT the things the wayfarer is wearing.

[Darklin2]

Darklin

Well Marge i am a wizard as well and i too look to form a guild. It is the only way a wizard can get stronger is by learning more spells. Other wizards have spells that i dont know so getting a guild started would make Beachtown stronger. Who wants to attack a town full of wizards? If you would i would like you to spread the word that i am looking to start a wizards guild. Those interested can meet me here at my tent or leave word at the Hi-lo. I will speak to Nall and let her know, we are neighbors after all. And also let anyone with broken metal, wood, or arrows to bring them to my tent. I can fix clothes too if they have but a single tear or break. I will fix all i can and only ask for a favor in return. If i can't fix them well i will try to repurpose them. I thank you for the two barrels and will fix the rest as quickly as possible. We can leave these here in my tent and ill follow you back for the other two.

So are there any other stone structures close by? So no one has seen this Harold for a while. Where did he stay? Maybe he is there? Possibly injured? His knowledge of this island would be valuable.......indeed.

He trails off lost in thought.

[Urson]

Daisy

The next morning, after a good night's rest, Daisy is her chirpy, sparkling self again. She wanders through Beachtown, smiling and greeting people.

She finds the communal water barrels, and adds one Create Water's worth to the supply. She'll use her remaining two Graces for Cure Light Wounds on the first two PC's she runs into OM's choice, and then do whatever mundane First Aid she can, while chatting with the people about everything. She talks up the idea of recruiting fighter types to get rid of the pirates once and for all.

Heal [1d8] = 8
Heal [1d8] = 1 oooops!

[Bluehorse]

Keg

Waves and calls out to Dexter and the other rowers. HEY! OVER HERE! he continues paddling with his bares hands and calling to the desperately until he is sure they are heading his way.

[SirOwen]

Dexter Broadleaf

I think he's already talking to you, Keg!

[Bluehorse]

Keg

doh! Completely misread that.

The big... really big man looks up. He was rough in appearance and a good dose of sunburn and dehydration didnt help much. Yes! Barrels, rope, planks, whatever you want! Please, take me to shore! And for the love of the gods! Do you have any fresh water?!

[OGRE MAGE]

On his way back to retrieve the last of the damaged water casks, Darklin continues questioning Marge.

“Harold stayed with the downtrodden in the common house. He would have it no other way. He was very kind and helped everyone he could. None of us have seen him for over a month now, so it isn’t looking too good for him. That seems to be the final chapter for most of the explorers or adventurers who come here. They eventually meet a grisly end out there in the jungle somewhere.”

“I will direct any wizards to your tent if they ask about a guild. Oh, and you should expect a good deal of work if you plan to barter out your mending skills. We have a lot of stuff that’s broken here.”

“There is one stone structure that is known to exist. It is a ruined temple of sorts, located at the end of that wide loggers trail that leads into the jungle. However, the temple is rumored to house a very dangerous zombie loving priest. If others have gone out there already, perhaps they have weakened this man enough to finally bring him down. If he has killed wizards in the past, he could still hold their belongings and spell books as well.”

[OGRE MAGE]

Marge can’t believe the generosity of some of the normally less concerned adventurers in town as they continue to do their part by creating water to keep the communal barrels full. The water not only helps everyone in town, but these blessings also prevent her and the rest of the water gatherers from having to take the dangerous journey to the river each day.

She recites a simple thank you to each person who generously adds to the towns water rations.

“May the gods bless you, friend!”

[SirOwen]

Dexter Broadleaf

Dexter pulls the man on board the boat and hands him a waterskin. "Drink up, lad," the Halfling says. "Can't have you drying out in the middle of all this water!" Dexter checks the man for exposure. "How long have you been out here?"

He turns to the fishermen. "How much of this stuff do you think we can get nets over and tow back to town? They need everything, so anything we bring back is good, right?"

[Bluehorse]

Keg

He crawls on and the canoe sinks slightly more.  He breathes heavily and then takes the waterskin and drinks it down in large desperate gulps.  He hands it back with half of its previous contents.   I was on a ship called the Fantasy Island.  The Captain let me pay for passage in trade for helping with the general labor on the ship.  Wasn't bad.  He agreed to drop me off at Big Shiny Island on his way south to one of the bigger ports.  We were attacked by some kind of big whale that rammed the ship.  We were taking on water, and the rough seas floundered the ship.  I managed to lash myself to a barrel... he points.   Then just kept lashing to whatever bit of ship floated on by.  It's been days.  I passes so many little islands on my way but I just couldn't fight the current.  At night the sharks would come...  It was awful.  No rest... Always worried I would fall off the raft or loos a dangling hand...  I've lost track of the days...  I had been warned about drinking the sea water by some of the sailors before it all happened... I didn't want to risk the kind of pain they described.  So I just didn't drink it.  My waterskin was empty after two days of rationing it...  My damn skin feels like it is on fire.  Where am I?  What is that island?  What are your names?  I'm Keg... Keg Woodright... his glass blue red rimmed eyes look at his rescuers with little focus.

[SirOwen]

Dexter Broadleaf

"Well," says Dexter. "The good news is, you've made it where you were going. That is Big Shiny Island." The Halfling pauses and then continues, "The bad news is, you've made it where you were going. That is Big Shiny Island." He lets that idea bake for a moment, and then, "You'll have to excuse me. I wound up here by accident and it's not exactly where I would have chosen to go. Good people, but wanting for about everything." Dexter pulls off his shirt and lays it across the worst of the burn on Keg's face and shoulders. "We'll be back to shore soon. Just try to relax."

[Bluehorse]

Keg

The big man grits his teeth a little but nods as the cloth is laid over the blistered parts of his face and neck. You make it sounds charming... No communication with the mainland I take it? he tries to relax but he doesn't seem to relax it type. He strokes the wood axe at his side that might well be as old as he is. It was worn but well taken care of. An heirloom maybe. Other than the recent exposure to the saltwater of the ocean, it still looked keen and ready.

He watches as the shore closes in almost shaking with anticipation to get back to dry land despite his exhaustion. What about the town? They big on laws? There isn't some kind of self made king or something is there?

[OGRE MAGE]

The fishermen with Dex are about as freaked out as anyone who just found a living man floating along on a raft of flotsam in the middle of a huge ocean could be. They almost feint when the man says he has been lost at sea for several days already. They can’t believe that anyone could survive such a torment, but here he is, talking to them like it were no big deal at all. They look to Dexter in silence as he calms the man as best he can, wondering how he is handling this strange, once-in-a-lifetime occurrence as if this kind of thing happens to the adventuring types all the time.

They quickly man the oars and row like they never have before, knowing it to be very bad luck to have someone die in your own boat. It takes a good couple of hours at full row to get the boats out of the heavy seas and into the calmer waters that surround the island that is so far only known by its given name. It is already mid afternoon before they finally make it back to the beach.

Once on shore again, the men scale and clean the pair of large skipjack they caught, making sure to keep the waste for tomorrow’s bait, while Dexter decides how to clean the human he pulled in. Townsfolk start to gather around the shore to see what the brave deep sea fishermen have brought them.

[SirOwen]

Were Dexter and the fishermen able to drag anything of value back to shore from the flotsam?

[SirOwen]

Dexter Broadleaf

Dexter walks with Keg to the fire keepers. "Is there anything left that this man might get? He's been lost at sea for days. I got him some water, but he hasn't eaten." He then turns to Keg and continues, "I may have made it sound worse than it truly is. I suppose any place that is just being settled has the same troubles. But to answer your questions, the only communication with the mainland is the occasional ship. There is a constable who seems more interested in keeping the peace than anything else. And if I understand things here correctly, there used to be a mayor, but something ate him and now they are working on putting together a town council."

[Bluehorse]

Keg

He actually passes into a sudden and very deep sleep once the waters around them calm in the more sheltered bay.  Probably the first sleep he has had in so many days if even part of his story is true.  It isn't until they are almost to short that he wakes again with a start, pulling his hands and feet in tight as if he thought something was about to bite them.  Then he mumbles something in a growl about sharks.  

It is then that he looks up and for the first time in what seems like weeks, he can see land dominating his field of sight rather than endless ocean horizons.  He jumps out of the canoe/boat the moment he knows it is safe, helping either moar the boat to the dock or guide it ashore.  Then he all but collapses on the sandy beach grabbing big handfuls of the sand there, gasping as if after some long labor and relishing the feel of dry land.  His pride seemingly lost for a moment in the elation of having made it back to shore and escaping what should have been certain death.

He finally pulls himself together but still clutches a handful of sand in one hand, carefully putting into a waterlogged leather pouch on his hip.  Before looking up at the sky and finally looking around to survey for himself his new surroundings.  So.... what do the people call this place? he ask as he allows himself to be lead to the cookfire.  He breathes deep the smell of smoke and holds his hands out, not because they are cold but to feel the heat drying him off after so many days.  He simply nods at the information about the constable, the late mayor's grim fate, and the forming of the council.

OM, of course it was bad! LOL! I knocked him back down to level 1!

[OGRE MAGE]

Were Dexter and the fishermen able to drag anything of value back to shore from the flotsam?

Let’s find out. Keg can give me 3 D100 rolls if he is up for it.

[Bluehorse]

[1d100] = 23 [1d100] = 41 [1d100] = 20

[OGRE MAGE]

2 forty gallon barrels and a 20x30’ section of a thick, well made canvas sail are salvaged from Kegs wreckage.

[OGRE MAGE]

Sorry for the mix-up on where to post these. I was planning on rolling for wandering monsters on your return trip, but this will speed things up even more, so lets just go with it.

Splitting The Party
Starday, 20th of Goodmonth
Late Morning, Hot, Humid, Buggy

After a hasty journey back up the beach in the morning, Liam and Dexter manage to avoid any danger while returning to town for aid. They dont see any major changes in the scenery here since they left the day before. The ugly dwarven ship still bobs on the water just off shore of Beachtown, though no dwarves are seen anywhere in town. One thing that Liam notices almost immediately is all the black rocks that he and Joe discovered earlier, the same ones he used to reinforce areas of his farm and to line his decorative flower gardens with, are now being used everywhere he looks. Apparently the other townies have followed suit and are using these same hunks of black ore for several of their own purposes.

It is already nearing midday when the old farmer makes his very important call for help.

Liam

Upon arriving to the town proper, Liam makes straight for the Cook Fires since they are more or less the center of town. He finds a good place to stand up and be seen on a box, or rock, anything and holds his arms up to make himself more noticed. PEOPLE OF BEACHTOWN! HEAR YEE HEAR YE!!! THE PIRATE THREAT UP RIVER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!! MARGE AND THE WATER BEARERS, PLEASE MAKE READY TO DEPART WITH ME IMMEDIATELY FOR THE RIVER! I ALSO NEED TEN, ABLE BODIES, FIGHTING AGE PEOPLE TO JOIN US ON A RETURN TRIP TO RECOVER WOUNDED. WE HAVE SUPPLIES NOW TO ARM AND ARMOR TEN MEN AND WOMEN TO BE PART OF THE NEW TOWN MILITIA. YOU WILL RECEIVE THESE ARMS WHEN WE ARRIVE AT THE CURRENT CAMP. THIS IS A RECOVERY MISSION AS WELL AS A CHANCE TO REPLENISH THE WATER SUPPLY.

Dexter Broadleaf

Dexter walks up to whatever box/barrel/human remains that Liam is standing on and taps his ankle. He motions him down and tells him in a low voice, "If the general consensus was correct, then we may need to get these folks at least lightly armed before we take them back to the village. No sense in walking them into an ambush unable to defend themselves."

Marge is nearby and jumps to attention when she and her girls are called for. Constable Glansandi hears the announcement from a distance as well and begins walking in the direction of the gathering, an even bigger scowl on his face than normal.

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