"Keep your wits about you, and remember to never pick a fight with Skakdi. Mata Nui be with you."

These were the last words Turaga Koeti said before waving goodbye. The cargo vessel set off for the island of Rangi Motu shortly thereafter. The docks were usually busy with Matoran unloading resources from incoming ships, but on the day of departure only a single vessel had someone behind the wheel, and only a skeleton crew was still at work. Apart from this handful of Matoran, the Turaga was alone on the docks. His dark gray Miru - usually wearing a jolly smile - looked almost mournful as they left. The Turaga of Earth kept watch over the ship as it grew ever more distant, before finally turning back towards his home village. From this point on, he knew he could not offer them any help. Instead, he trusted them to keep watch over each other.

With the small ship propelled forwards by an efficient water pump engine, the course was kept steady and the voyage went by at decent speed. It was a nice and seaworthy vessel, but had no commodities beyond a place to sit down. For the five Matoran aboard, the limited space and the pump's droning tock-tock-tock noise gave them the impression that the journey would be long and boring.



As the island's silhouette became visible through the thin mist surrounding it, however, the weather took a turn for the worse. The sea suddenly got rough, with waves several meters tall lifting the ship high before dropping it down, and heavy rain was bearing down on deck. The dome protecting the one behind the wheel from the elements was covered in running water, reducing sight ahead to a blur. Only the flash of lightning would occasionally give enough contrast to spot the shoreline ahead. Huddled together in the room below deck, four other Matoran could do nothing but wait out the storm. The floor rose and sunk with the waves, and occasionally the crack of thunder could be heard through the hull.

Then, calamity. While drawing near the shores of Ranga Motu, the vessel suddenly struck the sharps rocks of a reef concealed by the sea. A meter-wide gash was torn in the metal below the waterline, and the ocean began pouring in. Even with barely a kio left till landing safely, the journey looked like it might end prematurely at the bottom of the sea. Luckily, the boat had enough speed and bouancy to reach the shoreline. With no time for a proper landing, it soon ran aground on a beach, with the loose sand plugging the hole and preventing any more water from getting in. The Matoran on board found themselves up to their waist in water, but otherwise safe.

Rain was still pattering down on the dome protecting the boat's driver from the weather, making it hard to see much else than sand, water, and what appeared to be lush jungle ahead. Through the blur of the rain, something large and silvery-white appeared to be moving slowly around the beach on four legs.


The boat is stuck, but you can tell that you've reached your destination. What do you do?



One of you took the wheel. Who was it? You've kept your feet dry for now, and have a view of the outside.

The rest of you are below deck, with water splashing around you. If you exit the ship, there is currently heavy rain and strong wind. Below deck you are shielded from the weather.


Info about the boat:

• The wheel is a pair of handlebars that can be rotated left and right, with a solid lever for controlling speed and a switch for dropping and raising the anchor of the ship.
• The controls have a seat with space for a single being, and are sheltered from the elements by a transparent dome.
• In the space next to the seat is a hatch with a ladder leading down below deck.
• Behind the control room is a flat deck with simple railing and little else. It has its own ladder leading below deck as well.
• The boat could comfortably fit six of you below deck, though if you had another person it would have felt a bit cramped with all the gear your brought.
• The seats are in the back next to the engine, while near the front there's a storage crate and the two ladders side by side.

In reply to Game Master (msg # 1):

I guess I was steering the vessel given my past experience with boats. (?)

"We've landed" I cry down the ladder, slowly losening my shaking hands from the steering wheel and moving the lever for controlling speed to stop the engines "You alright down there?"
I push the switch to drop the boat's anchor - just to be on the safe side. Wouldn't want to be washed back into the ocean.

Then I try to get a better look through the rain at the silvery silhouette.
This message was last edited by the player at 17:36, Wed 03 Jan 2018.

In reply to Tameku (msg # 2):

“I have suffered no injury.” Velike replied, standing up from the kneeling position he had taken as the weather took its turn for the worst.

“I can not speak for the others yet. I shall check upon them.” He called out, turning and moving to check their companions.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:00, Wed 03 Jan 2018.

The anchor dropped with a satisfying thud, giving the impression that the ship would be safe from drifting away.

The rain had its moments where it didn't fall quite as heavy, giving Tameku a better look at the immediate area. He quickly spotted a path leading into the jungle to the north, along with what appeared to be a stone structure standing next to it.

Judging by its shape, color, and slow movement, the creature on the beach appeared to be a Dermis Turtle. These Rahi were a common sight in many places around the world. Usually peaceful until intentionally provoked, their hard shell and odd tusks were still not to be trifled with. Rumor had it that they could predict the weather, and for this reason you would seldom see one moving around at all in a storm.

The turtle appeared to be using its tusks to dig through pieces of driftwood and other scraps crashed onto the rocks. What could it be looking for?

In reply to Velike (msg # 3):

“I’m okay, too,” Kirina assured. She pushed herself up on unsteady feet, adjusted her mask, and checked her pack. Once certain that nothing had fallen out during the crash, she climbed up the ladder into the driver’s cabin.

In reply to Kirina (msg # 5):

"Seems like we're not the only ones the storm hit, but at least we appear to have been more fortunate than some others", Tameku said as Kirina appeared in the hatch, still looking at the wreckage on the rocks. "How bad is the damage?"

In reply to Kirina (msg # 5):

“Good. I do not believe anyone has suffered injury.” Velike replied, callling out from below deck.

In reply to Velike (msg # 7):

“Unless there’s a Toa of Iron hiding on this island, I don’t think the ship will sail again,” Kirina explained, “We hit something on the way in that ripped a hole in the ship. We’re all unharmed, but the water in the hull is waist deep.”

In reply to Kirina (msg # 8):

Tameku frowned. Simply from habit already starting calculating. "...well, at least it wouldn't be cheap to get this thing repaired and into the water again, then...", He finally said and then shrugged, "But I guess concerning ourselves with a way to leave this island once we're finished here can wait." He pointed towards the trail and the stone structure. "This seems to lead somewhere where there might be people."
Tameku grabbed his carrying sack/bag with his equipment from beside his drivers seat. "If none of you have a better idea I'd suggest we try to reach civilization." He scowled at the sky. "Preferably somewhere with a fire and a roof over our heads."

In reply to Tameku (msg # 9):

"I will agree with this notion." Velike said as he climbed out of the hold, having ensured the others conditions.
"When shall we proceed?" He asked, settling his bag across his back as he pulled his spear from it's straps in preparation for possible danger.

In reply to Tameku (msg # 9):

Darren sat in the hull, contemplating his options. On one hand, he could safely sit inside the boat safe from the chilling rain, but up to his waist in similarly chilling water. On the other hand he could go outside into the rainy, unfamiliar, and probably dangerous environment with the others and leave the safety of the boat.

There wasn't much to contemplate as Darren stood to climb the ladder, clad in full armor with his mace equipped to his back.

"We've landed? I'm still seasick." grumbled lutorian as he slowly made his way to the deck, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
"maybe that stone pillar could tell us about our location, or the destination of the ground-path" He called out, gesturing at Velkie.

In reply to Lutorian (msg # 12):

"Perhaps... I will head first towards it, those who wish to may follow behind me, I will guard against any potential dangers." Velike said after contemplating Darren's suggestion, moving towards the lowest edge of the ship.

Having surveyed the damage, it was clear to everyone on board that the boat would not be seaworthy again until repairs could be made.

Flipping open the outer hatch, Darren was met with howling wind and rain coming in sideways. While not exactly pleasant to a heat-loving Ta-Matoran, the temperature was still liveable enough, and the guard's heavy armor kept him standing steady in the face of the wind. He could see the ocean throw large waves onto the shore, but thanks to the reef they had passed none were high enough to reach the deck.

Lutorian and Velike followed closely after Darren, and were just in time to catch another flash of lightning as it struck somewhere far in the distance. Several seconds later, thunder rolled past them. Besides the Dermis Turtle still minding its own business near the other wreckage, from their new vantage point the three Matoran noticed a handful of other turtles half buried in the wet sand. These had apparently opted to sleep through the storm inside of their shells.

Velike reached the lowest end of the tilted vessel and climbed across the railing onto the beach. A rush of seawater flowed past his feet before receding once more, and he could tell that it would most likely not be dangerous to traverse the area, despite the bad weather.

Suddenly, over the the noise a mournful whistling could be heard from no discernible direction. Although distorted by the wind, to the Matoran on deck it sounded almost like the cry of a Rahi unlike any one they had heard before.

How do you proceed?

Tameku made sure one last time that the boat's engines were deactivated, then climbed down into the boat's hold, briefly glancing around to make sure they didn't forget anything of potential use (even if it would just fetch a decent price).

(maybe a good time to try out the dice)
No night vision - probably pretty dark in the hold.

Tameku rolled 4 using 1d6 with rolls of 4.

(that the correct way to post that?)
This message was last edited by the player at 11:53, Fri 05 Jan 2018.

There wasn't much light left below deck, but the dim light pouring in from the hatch was enough to see comfortably. As he looked around Tameku spotted a glint of metal below the shallow water. It turned out to be a discarded plate cutting tool left behind by a dock worker, which had been shaken out of its hiding place beneath the storage crate after the crash.

The shears blades about twice the length of his own hand, with the blade set at slight angle compared to the handle. Judging by the hint of rust along its edge the tool had been there for a while, but it still looked perfectly usable.


You found a set of metal-cutting scissors. You can tell there's nothing else left in the boat now.

Yes, good way of quoting it. You can copy-paste the whole line like if you wish. If you feel this takes up too much space, you could also make it small:
12:46, Today: Tameku rolled 4 using 1d6 with rolls of 4.  No night vision - probably pretty dark in the hold.

This message was last edited by the GM at 14:01, Fri 05 Jan 2018.

Tameku shook the water from the scissors, then put them in his bag. Seeing nothing more that caught his eye, he climbed up the ladder to the deck, joining the others.

Darren shields his eyes from the sidewise rain, and walks to the front of the ship as he hears the rahi cry. He looks for the origin of the rahi, basing it off of sound and searching for any trace of it.

Darren rolled 1 using 1d6 with rolls of 1: Looking for rahi that made the sound

Unfortunately, the extreme conditions at first made it impossible for Darren to tell where the strange sound was coming from.

As he was scanning the area where the turtle Rahi was last seen moving, the Ta-Matoran suddenly felt the ship tilt oddly. Looking down, he saw the sand begin to sink into a small pit right next to the ship. Suddenly the whistling intensified greatly, before turning shrill and morphing into a terrible chittering sound.

The source of the noise became all too clear: Something had noticed their approach and crept up on them, and they were about to find out what.

What do you do?

In reply to Game Master (msg # 19):

Velike quickly readied his spear, turning and rushing towards the emerging creature, peering readily in hope of sighting it and identifying it, making sure to give a quick glance to his surroundings in case this was a trick.

Velike rolled 5 using 1d6 with rolls of 5.
(If I need two rolls for what I'm doing I'll fix this)