Relaxing a little, Argus squats down to be almost at eye level with Yawgo …

”I’ll take that as a Yes. Thank you Yawgo.”

Argus noticed all the critters ran off when Yawgo appeared. He stands up again and turns to Lenore with a surprised look, ”Did you notice that when Yawgo came out of the muck how the critters scattered away?” He turns his attention on Yawgo, ”Are they afraid of you?”

"Hrm.." Lenore murmured sourly with an expression to match when her line became useless without its bait. "So much for that.. and I don't know.. now that you mention it, seems a bit of coincidence."

ooc: writers block dry spell for me a while..

Kriv coughes up some water turning over slightly before standing up. His vision is blurred and he can make shapes but not too much else as his head clears. He quickly thinks to himself, By the gods, what was that? He plants a hand on each of his belongings checking that they are still attached to his person. He looked for anyone still alive in the area trying to figure out as much as he could before stepping into the wooded area around him.

Surveying he is able to determine a number of bodies have washed up on the shore. He called out to anyone alive in the area, "Hello?", he asked trying to determine if people where close around him.

The tortle goes to say something and tilts his head. It turns towards something and grips his odd staff "Surprised them I did, scare them I did not." Its eyes narrow at something.

Kriv sees the creature and moves slowly towards it without saying much. He tilts his head similar to the way the creature tilts it's head.

"Hail. Creature, I am Kriv. You seem of the more friendly type. Were you on the ship that just was attacked? Do you know what happened or where we are?"

Kriv looks around uneasy waiting for this creature to talk before making hasty decisions about it.

Argus, hearing another voice and following in the direction that Yawgo is looking, he see's the Dragonborn. His eyes widen as he grips his spear a little tighter but not threatening. Argus hasn't seen a Dragonborn since he was a child (which in all fairness wasn't that long ago). "Hello stranger. It's good to see yet more survivors."

OOC: Kriv see's a human donned in chainmail. He's holding a large shield strapped to his left arm and a spear in his right. Longsword and handaxe on his hips. He wears a corinthian style helm with an alternating red and white crest and has a brooch that holds up his dark red cloak that looks like a symbol of rank.
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Lenore let Argus do the talking, not being much for building rapport.. but she did look heartened that another survivor has been found. With a bit of luck maybe they would find most of them by the end of the week.

Kriv turns to Argus. "Ah a human. A creature I am at least aware of of. Hail. I am Kriv. A wondering paladin of sorts. I was traveling on this boat to get to another location but it seems our boat was eaten. Did anyone see what attacked us?"

In reply to Kriv Yarjerit (msg # 60):

”We have no idea what hit us or that anything in the sea can wield such destructive power, but here we are.”

Argus introduces Lenore and Yawgo, ”This is Lenore and and Yawgo. My name is Argus Alanai. Why don’t you join us Kriv?”
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Kriv shrugs to Argus, "I see why not. Grouping in numbers is far better than finding myself in the middle of no where with no one. That creature has a name?".

Kriv is still struggling to understand what Yawgo is, he turns to the turtle creature. "Where do you hail from turtle thing? What manner of creature are you?"

Nothing creeps out as the dragonborn looks at the odd group. Yawgo looks up at Kriv, tilting its head. It takes its staff and stabs it into the dirt "Yawgo I am. Tortrle I be. Here I live, dwell I do not. Name I do, insult you did." The tortle stares again at the dragonborn. What is it with people insulting him? First Argus now Kriv. And Argus already stated its name. It sighs, looking at the ground and it sits down.
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Kriv throws up his hands in passivity. "I mean no harm Yawgo. I have just never one of your kind as I am sure you have probably never seen one of my kind. We are apparently the more cultured of our allies here."

Argus chuckles with a smile at the 'cultured' comment, "I guess you can call yourselves that. It's good that we are all alive. Whoever wants to help me set camp, let's get to it." He says in his military manner.

With that, Argus turns and walks over to the half made camp, starting with looking over the supplies.
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Lenore headed to over to make herself useful and get to helping with setting up the camp. She appreciated the straight to the point military style of direction. With a wince she felt the unpleasant reminder of losing her boots in the shipwreck as the warm sand beneath her feet was replaced with gnarled roots and branches.. she never realized how starkly different a slight change in nature could feel, something lost on her from many years of city life.

Kriv looks around for any sorts of food that he could find in the area but comes up pretty empty. He looks at the others before informing them, "Look bare here. We might need to keep moving to find suitable game and food. That is unless the plan is to stay here until we think someone will rescue us which is highly unlikely."

07:58, Today: Kriv Yarjerit rolled 3 using 1d20+2.  Survival. – 3

As he's working on the camp, Argus tells Kriv, "The plan is to set up a basecamp from which to operate from until we can re-establish somewhere else. From here we will do sorties into the island, to hunt, fish, and get a lay of the land. Also, if at anytime we get separated, this is our current rendezvous point."

He continues, "I am eager to find high ground to get a good look at the size of this island and its features, but that will come in time."

"Child you are, ordering us about is not. Wise it is, asking others you should do. Dangerous you ask. Plan you have, asked others you did not.  Insulted I am, care you do not. Killed you will be. Aid you I won't." The tortle slowly gets up. Really slowly. It looks at the human, lowers its head and taps the ground. It tilts its head slightly and rubs the chin "Live here I do. Passes it does, time yes." Oddly Yawgo seems calm. Doesn't raise its voice, but seems serious. It glances towards Lenore and Kriv looking up at them then up at the foliage above.
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Argus, annoyed with Yawgo, decides to ignore the tortle and continue with making a base camp. He comes across one of the small barrels of rum and taking out his flask he fills it to the brim with the rum, then corks it and puts it away without drinking any. He continues his work setting up camp.
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She hadn't expected to play  mediator but.. "I apologize if our fellow's mannerisms might have offended you. Most of us are.. a rough folk, and extremely unaccustomed to this environment. We are grateful for the aid and guidance afforded so far and will do our best to be respectful of your home while we're here. We're just simply are looking for a way to sail back to our lands and would like nothing more than to leave this place in peace."

He didn't like Lenore apologizing for him, but she did manage to put his mind on a more positive path. Argus stops what he's doing, sits on a rock facing Yawgo, and with a sigh of resignation, he asks, "What would you have us do now?"

He can't believe he's taking advice from a turtle. This better be good.

"Parent I am not. Ordering you around I will not do. Order us about you will. Do what you want I will not. Listen you will. Adult you are not. Learn from others, you will do. Respect others you do not. Earn it you may." The tortle raises a clawed hand and goes to rest it on the humans shoulder before lowering it at a slow pace. The tortle gives Lenore a odd look and sits back down clutching his staff "Anger I do not, frustrated I was. Ordering me about, dislike I do. Young one he is, in my home it is. Ask me for aid, I may."

Kriv looks at the turtle oddly before speaking up. "Yawgo, I do not speak for others but I am a bit tired from after being attacked on our boat. We aren't really sure how we have survived and I would appreciate any help you are willing to provide us. I looked around and bit and I couldn't find much in the way of food short of the rations we already have. I think we would all prefer shelter of some sort if you know where to go for that. I think that would help."

Tilting his head, the tortle speaks slowly "Swim you did. Survived you might. Lucky you be, under the sea don't go." Tap tap goes his staff "Killing you do, rations you may.  Frustrated you are, think you must do. Cannot eat all you kill. Death will come, it will. Act before thinking not good. Not help showing where to do, no. Shelter I have, upon my back it is. Make home where I can." Yawgo gets up and goes over to the water and seems to be looking at it.

Kriv tilts his head as he turns around and looks to the others, "Apparently our friend Yawgo doesn't have a home. He carries most of that on his back. We would probably do good to find a make shift shelter for the night to hunker down with our backs defended so we can rally if we need to. Argus, I'm no leader and so far you've shown the most leadership so I'll take your lead. What do you want me to do?"

"Thank you Kriv I appreciate your faith in me. I will do my best.",

Argus says with not a hint of emotion, "First thing to do is to ask for Yawgo's aid as he's the leading authority on surviving this island." He says throwing the ball back to Yawgo's court. Argus just looks at Yawgo waiting for a reply.