Temnir growls, eerily similar to the captain, and talks through clenched teeth, "Well I see why they sent you instead of something smart. No more need for you now then. This is what happens when you decide to try to stop someone like me from getting something I want." His hand glowing brighter, he grabs the captain's face with his hand and discharges the energy stored within, sending bolts of electricity 6 inches in every direction and creating a sizzling noise from the captain as he pushes the draugr into the dark water below. Turning, he walks through the crowd somberly, disappointed in the lack of information he was able to gleam.

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Cast: Shocking Grasp

Captain Broadarm looks on from the helm and seeing the crew looking to each other worriedly, he calls out, "Well, back t' work ya lazy curs! We ain't gonna get anywhere with ya louts standing around!" The crew runs back to their positions and the ship continues on. The next few hours are slow, still needing to be precise while navigating through the rocky shallows of the Derevaan coast. The fog waxes and wanes but as Broadarm calls for the crew to 'bring to,' bringing the ship to a slow stop. Caling Elona to mind the wheel for a minute, he makes his way over the the gathered group, "Alright lads n' lass, we be 'ere. Heldenburg be a six hour walk from the waterline but ye can prolly make it faster if ya don't stop fer a breather." Looking down a bit, a bit ashamed if you will, he speaks now in a muttered tone, "About the passage fare...If ya leave the draugr's gear with us t' sell off in port, I'd be willin t' knock off a fair price from yer fare. Perhaps 150 a person. Ya did save me crew...o' course we wouldn'ta been in that position if we hadn't brought ye up here but nobody be dead and we got some new stock..." he trails off a bit into muttering under his breath, obviously hoping someone will interrupt him.
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"Pssh, you and your crew will be scoring free drinks for the next several years telling the story of what just happened out here," Solomon said with a laugh.  He was finally glad to be back to solid ground.  "I've never been one to turn down someone trying to put gold in my hands.  Of course, I may not live long enough to spend it..." he joked morbidly as he stared off into the distance.

Renard was in no way interested in anything that has prolonged exposure to dead, rotting flesh, so he was more than eager to take the good Captain up on his offer.  He hands over the 150gp with a friendly nod and handshake to boot before stepping back to give room for others to approach.  He easily gathered up what little belongings he had and was ready to disembark as soon as the others were ready.

Kuldar accepts graciously, he had already been given a 'free-ride' but had enjoyed himself thoroughly along the way- only because nobody had died, of course...he was not some battle fiend that couldn't smile unless he was covered in blood. "I'm glad yer men came out untouch'd, mostly, makes the tale all the better after all." He gave a smile, and a hefty handshake to Captain Broadarm. "Another time, we'll hafta celebrate the proper Dwarven way."

Raznik has spent the remaining time on the ship in deep melancholy. Where he had opened up and relaxed for a time, now he is once again a closed book, avoiding proximity and touch with the others. Nodding his thanks at the captain's discount, Raznik places a small sack of coins on the deck before quickly making his way off the ship, his previous fear resurfacing for a moment.

At some point(either while on the ship or after leaving), Kuldar will find himself wandering, with Kilgen walking close behind. He eventually finds himself looking upon Raznik, who doesn't look the happiest he's seen him- no the happiest was very disturbing. "Oy lad, I don't mean ta start anythin'...but what the hell was that back there? You fantasize about eatin' yer teammates often do ya?" Kuldar knows how delicate some people can be on certain topics, and makes it clear with his words he is not mad or accusatory, merely curious.

Solomon walked over to Temnir.  "I know you are anxious to proceed and discover the fate of your friends; however, by the time we get there the sun will have set and any undead in the area will have the advantage.  Besides, I think it wise to set up camp a ways from the shore line should anymore undead ships sail by.  It'll give us all a chance to recuperate."  His advice was sound, but he knew emotions often clouded men's minds to logic.

Glancing sidelong at Kuldar, Raznik says nothing, his eyes downcast. After a long enough pause that many would think he would never answer, he speaks at last. "I... am not sure what you are talking about. Soloman, also seemed to imply that I was the one speaking those atrocities. I..." He looks a little confused, his brow furrowed. Looking back at his feet, the desert man falls into silence once more.

Kuldar pats Raznik on the back, taking a seat by him. "Lad, I'm no expert on extraplanar beings and all that nonsense, but I think perhaps that- thing- you be fightin' with, might put a certain strain on yer mind." It seemed to come with the beast, and leave moments before the beast left.

Temnir knows the truth in Solomon's words as he goes over the spells he still has left to him in his head finding that they number fewer than he would like going up agains who knew what. "I don't like it, but you're right. A couple of hours inland will do the trick. Far enough from the shore but not too close to Heldenburg to attract the spill over of undead that are likely to still be in the area. Let's get to it then." He swings over the railing of the and into the ship and into the lifeboat as a thought occurs to him. Turning to the captain, "Your ship is named the Leaking Lifeboat...this isn't what it's referring to is it?" as he looks down into the small boat he is now standing in.

Broadarm scoffs, "Luckily fer you lot, no. It was the lifeboat that we used t' bring me out t' this ship the day I bought 'er. Almost sank before we could tie it off and scramble up the rope ladder onto the deck. This one'll serve ye well." The captain gives a quick neutral two finger salute and heads back to the wheel to talk with Elona about their next projected course.

Over the next hour and a half, the lifeboat travels from the ship to the shore twice, once with Raznik, Renard, Felicia, and Temnir and once with Kuldar, Kilgur, Solomon, and Cho'kobo. The latter takes a little longer as the nervousness of the animals makes keeping the boat steady more difficult than with willing passengers. Eventually though, the entire part is offloaded with their supplies as well as a bag of rations from the captain's personal stores and the two crew members wave you off as they push off once again and row back to the Leaking Lifeboat. The beach here is short and rocky and leads immediately to a steep hill that levels off quickly and heads inland. The seemingly perpetual fog is still present as you look around your surroundings. There are a few outcroppings of rock to the south but to the west and north, all you can see for a few hundred feet is grassy knolls, free of much shrubbery.

"So in what direction is this Heldenburg?"  His question seemed to be directed towards Temnir more than anyone else.

Temnir scratches the back of his, bring to get his bearings. "Well..." he says in an unsure voice, "assuming the good captain dropped us off relatively level to the town's location, it should be due west. Let us hope that we find some sort of road or marker along the way though or else we may be stuck wandering in this fog for some time until it clears though it was here last time I was as well." The fog seemed to be a permanent fixture in the area from how thick and pervasive it was. With any luck though, it would clear long enough for them to find a high point to look out on the landscape in the distance.

"Very well then.  Though we will not journey too close, we should at least start heading that direction.  If we are lucky we'll find a defensible location shielded enough to hide a warming fire."

As Solomon moves about saddling his mount and checking to make sure his gear is secure and packed well enough for travel he finds a moment to approach Felicia.  "I trust your arm is doing well?  That is twice I've seen you spill your own blood on the battlefield."  He wanted to tell her to be more careful but knew that wasn't going to happen and would only cause her to give him a look of contempt.  He tried to choose his next words a bit more wisely, "Try to rein in your passion, and don't forget you have allies you can rely on now."

Though she may not have noticed, he did his best to make sure she had been within healing range during the fight aboard the Leaking Lifeboat.

He finally mounted the axe beak.  He gave Raznik a glance, not quite sure how to approach that particular problem yet.  "Everyone ready to move out?"

Holding his silence at Kildur's comment, Raznik nods to Soloman, taking up the rear of the group, keeping a certain distance between himself and the rest.

Temnir figs his cloak out of his backpack and fastens it to himself, drawing the hood to covet most of his already disguise features. Shouldering his pack, he looks to Solomon, "Let's get out of here, shall we?" and heads off after the paladin and his mount by a few yards, keeping relatively silent unless addressed directly.

"I can't be anything but what I am Solomon. However, I don't like having my own blood spilled any more than anyone else does....And thank's for the healing. You're a handy guy to have around in a fight. Now lets get going and see if we can find a good campsite.", Felicia answers back to Solomon. She walks along with the group, keeping her eyes open for any threats and a good campsite.

Renard finds himself among the middle of the group, not having a mount of his own.  He doesn't want to interrupt any ongoing conversations, but when speaking of the attack he doesn't hesitate to interject his own point of view, "With both of us on healing duty, Solomon, I think we can handle quite a bit more than that last fight.  Not that I have any desire to test our limits, of course.  I'm not much of a warrior, however, so if you prefer to take part in combat then rest assured that nobody's going to die on my watch."  It was simple strategy, he thought.  Play to your strengths, get someone else to cover for your weaknesses.

The search for a camp sight isn't a very lengthy one. A bit under two hours into the trek, the group comes onto a rather large outcropping of rocks as has become common as they make their way inland. The way that the rocks are positioned against each other form somewhat of a pyramid shape with only three small openings into a larger middle area with one of the openings being about 10 feet off the ground as there is another rock at its base. The two clear openings lead north east and south east while the raised one leads directly west towards Heldenburg. It's not quite dark by the time they reach the outcropping though it's hard to tell as the fog still remains and puts a damper on the light from the sun.

Temnir eyes the outcropping carefully before approaching it. "Assuming there's nothing already living inside of it, I suppose it would make a good enough shelter for the night. I just get the feeling there will be a sharp rock somewhere uncomfortable when I lie down. The earth and I never agree on sleeping arrangements," he mutters partly to himself before looking to Solomon who had seemed to appoint himself as the leader of the group as of late. Temnir didn't particularly mind even if they were here at his behest. He had never had the penchant for leading and in fact preferred to remain in the shadows and far away from the idle droll of conversation with the common folk. Most times it just led to annoyance and alienation so he tried to avoid it all together where possible.

Following the others into the shelter, Raznik lays out his bedroll separately from the others, keeping his distance. He takes a seat and opens up another pack of rations and setting to eating.

Felicia follows the others into the 'campsite' and picks out a spot near a 'wall' to lay out her bedroll. She lays her bow beside it, then speak a soft word and her outfit once more shift about and changes color. She shipboard garb is gone and once more by a robed outfit as she wore in the desert. This time however it's coloring is a mottling of various dark greys.

"That's comforting.  So I'm curious...which of the gods is it that answers your prayers and gifts you with the divine touch?"  Solomon's golden sun charm-bracelet betrayed his alligence to Pelor.  Those that have had a chance to travel with him may have noticed he tends to get up at sunrise and pray to the east.

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