Your eyes smart from the smoke as your ship approaches what you now recognize as a burning village. It does seem a bit odd that there's a stone dock here when just a day or two ago this body of water was a valley.

As you get close, Pock quickly explains he's feeling ill from too many raisins. He jumps and runs off behind a shrub.

The smoke is so thick as you make port that you can't even see Gorn up in the crow's nest. You hear him coughing uncontrollably, and manages to sputter once for help.

Brodd wets a rag and ties it around his mouth and nose, he steps ashore to see what he can do.

Dwarghar watches from the deck doing whatever work is required bringing up sails pulling and tying ropes.

Excited to see dry land, Durek can barely contain his desire to get off the boat.  As they close on the shore he also wraps a wet rag around his face and then follows Brother Brodd ashore.  His axe at a low carry he keeps an eye on the cleric while they search for any survivors.  "Be careful.  Whatever did this may still be around here."

Kalandra stands up and copies Brodd's move of fastening a wet rag around her mouth.

Then she jumps as high on the ship's ropes as she can get, scrambling nimbly toward Gorn in the crow's nest.

In reply to Kalandra (msg # 5):

Kalandra passes Jarvak, who is taking a slower and more methodical climb up the ropes to the mast.

She finds Gorn barely conscious in the crow's nest.

Kalandra, make a save vs. Dragon Breath (13) with CON modifiers if any.

Jarvak will also reach the top in the next round.

Kalandra, trying not to choke herself, hefts Gorn up and passes him down to Jarvak.
Once she is sure Gorn is safe, she will quickly descend, herself.

In reply to Kalandra (msg # 7):

Kalandra's wet rag is holding back the smoke, for now. You notice as you lifted Gorn that his canteen was empty.

Once Jarvak has Gorn slung over his shoulder like a sack of groat clusters, Kalandra swings to dangle from the underside of the ropewalk, and swings from one rung to the next until she stops halfway, where she makes a graceful landing on the deck.

Leohart wets a handkerchief and ties it around the back of his head to cover his mouth and nose before hefting his backpack. Settling into its shoulder straps, his eyes scan the land and remains of the burning village. He joins the others as they disembark from the Folly, falling in step near the middle-back marching order.
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Dwarghar makes sure the folley is secured to the dock. Exiting only to tie the lines.

Kalandra grabs her boating hook and vaults across to shore. Eagerly, she goes to catch up with those who have gone ahead.

Amalrik gives Dwarghar a hand securing the ship. Why walk when you can float along ... He then finds a suitable rag for smoke fume control to dampen and wear. Drawing his sword, he strides to the end of the ground-end jetty to stand guard for the moment. Would not do for someone to 'borrow' the Folly.

Jarvak whistles at Kalandra and Amalrik.

"Can you get Gorn safely on shore and come back and help me with the horses?

Don't think we should leave them here.  What do you think?"

Seeing no one nearby, Amalrik hastens to help with Gorn and the animals afterwards.

[DM for Pock]

From somewhere in the bushes, you hear the gnome.

"Might be best to leave Gorn on the ship until he recovers. I'm almost done over here...I hope. I can watch him on the boat. Someone needs to watch the animals too, right? Just leave me a large block of cheese before you go, if you don't mind?

Kalandra peels off to the side of the village that is upwind and hopefully not as smoky, moving a bit ahead of her companions, and a bit more quietly.

How many people lived here? she wonders, counting the number of huts and other buildings.
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Brodd looks to help the injured and fight the fire.

Manaku helps securing the boat in place and then follows others, instinctively taking post as a rear guard.

"I'd really hate to get into another fight right now. I was hoping to find a settlement and a fletcher, buy some arrows. I'm running awfully low on arrows." He says in quiet voice.

"Maybe we'll find one here Manaku."

12:04, Today: Brother Brodd rolled 1 using 1d6.  spot.
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As with most of the others, Alietra had followed Brother Brodd's wise action, and used a damp rag to filter against smoke inhalation.

It's great having a wise guy in the group, she reflected earnestly.

Moving out after the others, she noted the gnome as well as Amalrik, tending to Gorn and guarding the ship as well as its animals.

"No lack of cheese aboard this ship, Mr. Gumshoe," she replied to the little man, slightly off as regards the name, overhearing his request.

"Hey," she said to the two of them, "that sorrel mare with the white mane -- one day, I'm riding off into the sunset on that very horse.     Make extra sure she's safe.   Amalrik, if you're watching the ship, then I know my destiny is secure!"     

With that, she turned and followed the others out toward the village, frowning at the grim scene, and wondering what had happened, and what sort of people (or otherwise) were responsible...