The Next Morning

The DM: There are clouds that roll in the evening of May 29th and at midnight it starts to spatter rain. By three in the morning there is a steady light rain falling, but as you're all used to Norwegian weather, even being stuck in a tent is still tolerable. Even through the night, the temperature is merely cool, so no one is freezing — it's just wet. It is still raining when the sun rises, though all you see is diffused light, as the sky is dark grey throughout. There's not much wind, no more than a light air. We start the running with the rain stiffening a little, but not so much that pools are forming on the ground.

Vafrandir and Willa each gain a hit point. Vafrandir should roll a d20; his wisdom is effectively 3, so he has a 3 in 20 chance of waking up. I roll a 15 for Willa, so she is still unconscious. Actions?

Vafrandir: I roll an 18.

The DM: you'll be able to make another check after Pandred gives you a drink from her bottle.

Embla Strand Welp, we should have someone here to watch over Vaf and Willa. Might Marcule do that while Pandred and I search the ship?

The DM: You can have Oddsdrakken do that as well.

Pandred: Giving the salve to Willa. I roll a 1. Willa, you up?

Pandred: Vafrandir, my rationale is that Willa is unleveled, and therefore can only go as low as -4. She gets more stats from her hp right now, and closer to activity.

The DM: you mean a drink from the bottle? Please don't refer to the bottle as a "salve." That just confuses things. Yes, that wakes her up. Assuming you want to know what happened, she explains that her and Fjall saw the flag, investigated, found the bag and Fjall opened it.

Pandred: Sorry, the bottle was explained to me as "dispensing a salve" per day. I assumed it was some ever-full unguent, not a potion.

The DM: It does dispense a salve; but for sanity's sake in a text-format, please include the word "bottle" in the description, as in, "I give a salve from the bottle" or "I let her drink from my salve bottle" — simply because we're stuck in this turn-based communication process.

Embla Strand I return to the ship.

Pandred: I will join her. Willa and Odds will remain with Vafrandir.

The DM: Very well. To make a long story short at this point, this isn't a lengthy dungeon that needs clearing out. The spider appears to have eaten everything in the ship that may have been alive. There are some thirty skeletons throughout the ship, most of them located in the spider's lair, which is the transformed mess-and-crew sleeping areas. Hacking your way through the webs, you find access to the captain's cabin and the stores. The ship is leaking water from the rain, but it seems to run in rivulets across the floor and drain out again. In the captain's cabin, there's an iron coffer containing 472 g.p., 93 s.p. and 14 c.p. The clothes, drapery, small bed and chair, along with a desktop, have all suffered water damage, as the window access to the outside is broken.

The DM: The stores are mostly dry, but there are mice turds everywhere so that there is a danger of disease from eating any of the 30 bags of oats, the rotten salt-pork and anything else in a sack. There are, however, ten sealed clay jars with about 5 lbs. of lutefisk, an airtight barrel of wine and 3 sealed barrels of beer; each barrel contains about 63 gallons of the liquid.

Embla Strand I haul the clay jars, wine, and barrels back to our campsite. The money is a welcome sight.