<span style="font-weight: bold">Wreck Group<br/><br/>Day One: Midday</span><br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Kara Foundling, Mara T’siiryn, Tieh, Miles King, Coco Pendragon</span><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Kara as you hussled over and and above the side of the little bay you're in you spot it. There is a stream! As you're about to rush up to it you do spot down at the next bay a few a couple of people. A woman and a man. The distance makes it hard to see what they are doing but it looks... Inapropriate. Wait a moment, did the man just rip open the woman's clothing? Now you defininitely know it's inapropriate. But it looks like they have not spottet you yet.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  Sorry about the delay Sansuki. I want to keep time going mostly the same for the game as such I can only advance things at the pace of the slowest member. Currently that would be a-e.  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Mara, You do notice that once the barrel is out of the water it gets very heavy. So heavy in fact That you are unable to lift it. With it perched in the sand it stands stoic. But eventually after your short rest you prop yourself to open it. While your preparation to find poisons was unwaranted it did however prepare you for the strong smell that permiated the barrel. It seems you have found one of the ships large 50 gallon alcohol barrels. Now you got some odd 50 gallons of alcohol.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  That barrel is about have a 50cm diameter and a 1 meter height. I did some counting and it's aproximately 392lb of alcohol of in the measurement that Pathfinder use (crummy imperial) 50 gallons. Enjoy your 189 liters (178kg) of alcohol! At least you guys can get drunk and forget that you're stranded on an unknown island.  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  For Tieh and Miles there is not a whole lot for me to describe. What I can say is that Miles spell healed for a total of 5(1d8+1) damage. As for that purposed attack, if you are following through with it. Rolled a nat 20 followed by a 13 to confirm. If you hit him you crit, dealing 5 (2d3) non-lethal damage. Non-lethal damage is healed 1 every hour or instantly when slapped with healing magic (A healing spell heals equally as much non-lethal damage as it does lethal damage).  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Coco, as you wade through the five foot deep water towards the shore you can see all the people that have survived moving about on the beach. Some are dealing with the large amount of corpses. Others are tending to the more wounded people. Others are being devided into groups. It's all organized by this woman.<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1e/63/ac/1e63ac0c01b87a33ed708a8d73826312.jpg"/></div></div></div><br/>You remember her from the ship. While she had not been the captain, she sure seemed to be a hotshot around the Happy Dolphin with how she seemed to be able to order everyone around. Very unlike how they almost refused to listen to you, despite that they should as it is your birthright! Next to her stands this halfpint of a man. A halfling if your memory serves you. He seemed to always be around the much larger woman. Perhaps they where lovers? How fitting of such low borns, frattenizing between te races.<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://rs958.pbsrc.com/albums/ae62/Yourswordismine/EastMark%20Stuff/EMRBHalfling_zpsc698beb9.jpg?w=480&amp;h=480&amp;fit=clip"/></div></div></div><br/><br/>The woman's head turn in your direction as you shout out. Her previous stoic expression turns into one of frustration and exasperation, even more articulated with her hand moving up to cover her face. She mumbles something but you are unable to make out the words. With her hand gone from her face again she clears her throat to speak to you. "So, Miss Pendragon, you survived. How... Fortunate. Listen, I don't like you, and if I read you right you don't like me. But we are stuck in the middle of nowhere, and there is no rescue coming. So take that high class attitude and shove it somewhere the sun don't shine. Your high birth means nothing anymore and if you want to survive you should probably listen to me. Otherwise you are free to leave, I'm not stopping you." She finished. With the halfling stuttering "Y-y-yeah!" afterwards.<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  First I would like to make a small request of you a-e, please put images in spoilers unless they are very small. Thank you.<br/><br/>Okay, so there is two of the very few NPC's I will throw the way of everyone. There will perhaps be more in the future but these two are quite important. Most of all because they are my designated guardians of the character slots. Messing with the faceless character slots = Messing with these two. And yes they do have their grear, thank you very much.<br/><br/>Also, I hope you are okay with me pulling the arrogance card for your character a-e. Don't worry though, life of death situations tend to be very humbling experiences. Unless they are of course survived with unbelivable luck. Or you know, is not survived... Wink, wink.  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table>