Food & Fire

SPACETharg approaches the two wooden barrels with determination. Disregarding all subtlety, he smashes through the lid of the first barrel, sending dead fish flying in all directions. Tharg begins to stuff his face with the raw seafood.
SPACE“Let’s gather up some wood and cook some of those, friend,” Kavan says to the munching man.
SPACEIt appears as though Tharg understood the statement, but he finishes eating the fish he has knuckled in his fist anyway. He also continues on to the next barrel, putting his unfished hand through its lid. It appears to be full of some kind of filthy yellow-colored sludge. It probably used to be some sort of grain until the ocean’s waves got at it.

SPACEKavan approaches Tarsis and bows slightly, “Greetings, fair elven maiden. My name is Kavan.” His gaze lingers upon her just a little too long for her liking. Kavan picks up on it immediately, however.
SPACE“Please excuse the staring for it is the first time I have met one of your fair race.” He smiles at her, an odd smile of curiosity and awe. Only the seriousness of the situation causes him to let his eyes fall from Tarsis’ obvious beauty. He walks off, peering about the ground, searching out suitable firewood.

SPACERubbing his head, Conner approaches Tarsis. “You lucky you not knock me out,” he says. Tharg walks up behind his barbaric brethren.
SPACE“Tharg worried,” he says, shaking a half-eaten fish at the pretty elf. “Me thought he been killed.”
SPACETarsis only smiles apologetically.
SPACE“Me smoosh elf for you?” he asks Conner, completely disregarding that Tarsis is standing only a foot or so from their conversation.
SPACE“Hold brother,” he answers, putting a huge hand between Tharg and Tarsis. The elf looks like a child standing before the two towering giants. “No blood. Don't kill woman.
SPACE“We open chest,” he says to Tharg. Tharg nods and turns around to where Gahiji is standing over the chest, investigating the rusty lock that keeps its contents safe.

SPACEAlasdair walks up on Tarsis, looking down at the body lying sprawled out in the sand. “Are you sure he's dead?”
SPACE“Don’t know for sure,” Tarsis answers him, still a bit nervous from her encounter with the Barbarian Brothers. Alasdair bends down and checks for the man’s pulse. “I hit him pretty hard with that rock,” she continues, pointing to a bloody chunk of coral lying no more than three paces from the dead man’s outstretched arm.
SPACEAlasdair stands and shrugs his shoulders. “Well, let me confirm that for you,” he informs her. “Your friend is about as dead as dead can get.”
SPACEThe loud thunk and chink of rock breaking wood and metal interrupts their conversation as Tharg smashes the rusty lock off the chest with a good-sized rock.
“Not my friend,” the elf shrugs, turning back to Alasdair, and walks towards the mouth of the cave where Garn and Grant have finally shown up, carrying the barely conscious Sable. Gahiji crouches low to pull back the lid of the water-logged container. Alasdair moves to get a closer look.

SPACETarsis addresses the late arriving trio, moving to help. “Does she live?” the pretty elf asks them.
SPACE“Aye,” Grant grunts at her.
SPACEAlliandra rushes over to aid the most seriously injured of the group. “Has she taken any water?” Alliandra asks the rain drenched dwarf.
SPACE“Some.”
SPACEGarn begins to ramble on a bit about what they have done for his dehydrated friend, pausing between breaths to ask if she’ll be alright. He also mentions seeing booted footprints in the sand at the other beach.
“Just rest her in the corner, sitting upright. I’ll see what I can do,” Alliandra answers. Garn and Grant release their friend into the care of the white-robed woman. She begins cleaning the patient’s face with some water from a dirty wine bottle.
Grant coaxes Garn to allow Alliandra to care for their fallen friend, and they both collapse on opposite sides of where Kavan has gathered a small pile of dry-enough driftwood.

SPACE“Alliandra!” Conner calls out from across the cave. “Come see.”
SPACEAlliandra turns to walk away from the semi-conscious elven maiden, when a thin arm shoots up from the floor and grabs a hold of the hem of her white robe.
SPACE“(hack)… Nosh, nosh… (cough, cough)…” Sable attempts to speak. “…Y wie sylvom… Y wie sylvom…” With that, she falls back into unconsciousness.
SPACEAlliandra makes eye contact with Tarsis as they both lean in to hear Sable’s babbling, and then she sweeps away to answer Conner’s call.

SPACEThe cave’s lighting flickers once…twice…three times…and then ignites as Kavan successfully starts a fire near the back of the cave. Remembering his hunger, Tharg vacates the circle of people gathered around the chest to gather up some of the scattered fish, even going so far as to run four of them down a length of driftwood, and carries them over to the warm, drying fire.
SPACEGarn and Grant are lying motionless near its flames.

SPACEIn his search for more kindling, Kavan wanders off towards the darkest corner of the cave.
SPACE“Hey,” he calls out from the corner. “Check this out…”

SPACEOutside, the storm rages on...

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(DM: Just to clarify, on the map at the link below, the black box with the white "X" is the dead body. The two circles are the broken open barrels, and the rectangle is the chest. The big red splotchy thing between Grant, Garn, and Tharg is the fire... I know its fairly self-explanatory, but you never know...

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