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The storms were loud as the crashing of waves rocked the ship ferociously as the thunder continued to echo in their cabins. You remember there was a forecast of heavy rains during the trip, but not this heavy. You don't remember there being any mention of a storm or lightning either, but there it was, flashes of bright light streaking across the skies, disappeared only moments after. They would be followed by deep rumbling, that even with the insulation of the ship, could still be heard.

The intercom on-board the ship turned on, static was heard at first, until the captain's voice emerged a second later.

"Looks like we have an unforeseen storm. We ask the crew and passengers to please stay indoors at all times. Please use any of the hand railings or poles, and ensure a safe distance from any unsecured items. We hope to clear the storm soon."

The intercom buzzed out, but you couldn't help but believe that the man's last statement was a simple way to attempt to calm the passengers. Hardly did you believe that the ship would make it's way out of the storm anytime 'soon'.

There were various people about. Children too, and though some kids had started up to crying and wailing, there were some who simply huddled close to their parents, clutching at them with fearful eyes. It wasn't just children on the ship though. There were other trainers on board, traders, entertainers, all of them with their own goal and agenda for the trip. That said, everyone was still mostly in disarray, many of them having a hard time simply staying in one place with all the rocking. There were more than a couple who looked terrifyingly sea-sick. Emotions were high, and it was easy to tell that people were stressed.

Many of the crewmen on board were in a relatively similar state. They had been busy on their part, cleaning up spilled items, or comforting passengers. Many of them soon gave up however, and loose items simply fell back down to the floor. The crewmen on the ship's bridge was on alert as they attempted to navigate through the storm, and correcting their course anytime a large wave was coming. But even that wasn't enough as the ride on the ship was far from comfortable.

The storm only got worse and worse however. The moment the ship had entered, it showed no signs of calming, and the rocking only grew in intensity.

QuoteThe ship rocking back and forth is very turbulent. Roll focus, on any time you wish to do these skills: Acrobatics, Athletics, Combat, Stealth, Any Education skill, and Perception. This stays into effect until I say otherwise.

This first part is to simply introduce your character, interact with others/NPCs. No real objective. I will be moving the story when I feel enough has been said or done.

Daniel had been looking forward to the trip to Olivine. He'd heard great things about the rock formations surrounding the town, as well as the quality of its beaches. It was certainly going to be quite the relaxing vacation spot for him and Bolt. Maybe he'd even get to see some interesting pokemon.

But this was not the Olivine beaches.

The roughness of this storm reminded him of a severe typhoon he'd had to weather out in the mountains once years back. It'd caused mudslides and toppled trees all over. More than a few people had been injured. And that could quite possibly happen here, maybe worse if people panicked. Daniel's instincts as a ranger kicked in. "How do I settle the panic in here...ah!" He may have put Bolt away when the storms had begun to get rough, but the memory of his partner sparked a thought. Honey treats! I've a whole bag of them...well half, now, thanks to Bolt earlier. But it should be enough to settle at least some of the children.

With that, Daniel began wandering around the room to confront unsettled children and parents to make sure they were all keeping their heads. He made sure to kneel down and hand each child a treat while doing so, trying his best to placate them. Of course, though knowledgeable of survival, Daniel was hardly a people person, so it didn't work every time. But certainly he settled at least some of the passengers, nodding toward the crew when they passed to signal his support.

Once he felt he'd done his part, he got to the nearest hand rail and secured himself. He made a note of where the life preservers were, for the worst-case scenario.

Grey almost got thrown off his bed as the voice came over the intercom. Hiro popped out of his pokeball in that instant clinging to his arm and shoving his face into his clothes. Grey had never seen a Pokemon so reliant on his trainer like his machop. Not that he minded or anything it made him feel stronger knowing that he had someone relying on him for once. This however, was no the time so he was doing his best to calm his pokemon and coax him back into his pokeball. If this storm really was ranging out of control then he would have to move to the deck quickly. Hiroshi was not budging though so he decided it was probably best to take no chances.

Grabbing the two lifevests he found in the closet he slung one on his neck then over the neck of Hiro. He was his only pokemon after all he was a gift from the Xan academy for being admitted. Thats why they were both on the ship to begin with taking the long trip from their home all the way to campus. It felt a world away especially in the storm. As they headed out to go up on the deck Hiro clung tightly to his pant leg causing him to look down and miss the other man rushing around the corner. He brushed past in a hurray not even looking where he was going.

"Jerk," brushing off the dust he noticed that the man in the white jacket had dropped something.

A Pokeball.

Looking to call after the man Grey picked up the valuable item only to find the man was already out of view. Most likely if he stayed up on deck they would cross paths again.

The spontaneous rocking of the ship was intense, sending an overly large man hurtling every which way. "The Boulder is falling," he warned while falling off to one side then... "The Boulder is falling AGAIN!!" He shouted once more as the ship suddenly reversed its tilt. Amazingly, the act continued with every wave that hit the ship, no matter how big or small. What was even more amazing, however, was that despite an overly large "projectile" waltzing back and forth throughout the ship, there were no injuries to speak of.

For as rare as miracles are, they do happen and often times when least expected. Thus, the one man act continued rather peacefully despite the turbulent weather, as the Boulder kept on rolling from side to side. He would have kept doing so too (perhaps even for the remainder of the trip) if not for the sight he just happened to detect while half-way through one of his many full-body barrel-rolls.

Even as his body went flailing every which way, the Boulder witnessed a spectacle both mysterious and inviting from the corner of his eye.

[spoiler=the spectacle of a man bearing a bag full of something yellow, something sweet]
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Thus the man named Daniel got his wish, a close-up, relaxing view of a "rock formation," as it went barrel-rolling towards him.

QuoteHello Daughter, how are you doing? We're fine, and so are the pokemon whose offspring you stole. Yes, we know it was you, but it's alright. Your father and I know the allure of training again was simply to good to pass, and know how you felt about the dishonor handed to you in the war.

However, it is still expected of you to ask before taking from your elders, as we would have said yes. Do not blame yourself for what happened, you fought as hard as you could in the most extreme of conditions. There is no dishonor in that, though i doubt you'll listen this time.....

Anyways, Your father and I were hoping to see you before the next holiday. We know you just spent what money you could to get to the league mainland, but It's tradition for a family to be together before the new year. So if you can, come home, if only for a couple of days to be with the family.

With love, Mother.

Oreah finished reading the letter again, frowning a bit as she folded it back up and placed it back into her bag. Her parents didn't know just how much shame she had been victim to. They couldn't, their pokemon hadn't been taken from them....They had trained their pokemon better, they hadn't failed them, and when the dark times came, their pokemon didn't fail them in return....

She had failed her pokemon, had trained them poorly, and when the League pet god came, they had returned her failure with their own. A deep pit began to form in her stomach, and Oreah had to do what she could to stop herself before her emotions got the better of her. With a shuddering breath, and her fingers tightening in the fabric of her shirt, Oreah closed her eyes and tried to calm herself.

A sudden shifting of the ship intterupted that as she was almost flown onto the ground by its force, breaking whatever concentration she had so she could catch herself. She had taken to sitting in a wide hallways within the ship, hoping to be able to just sit through the storm, but it was proving more powerful then originally thought.

However, a quick growl and a slamming fist into a nearby bulkhead showed she wasn't focused on that, her concentration breaking and the negative thoughts coming back. "....I don't need this now...." She said to herself, trying once more to calm herself, though she could feel her eyes water a bit before she began to calm herself. She heard the annoying sound of someone named "TheBoulder" careening through the hall, but she pushed it from her mind, not wanting to lose her progress on handling herself.

With a little effort, Daniel had gotten used to the swaying and jolting of the boat in the sea. He wasn't comfortable, of course, but he was managing. Things only seemed to be getting worse, which didn't see to help the less stable of the people on board. A certain man in particular had caught his eye; he was loud, eccentric, and POSSIBLY even spoke in the third person. The man was falling over himself so much, Daniel could have sworn it was a comedy act.

Then, suddenly, they locked eyes. No, that was wrong. He looked toward Daniel, but not at Daniel in particular. What could he be looking at- He almost finished his thought when he looked down and saw the treats. He was about to laugh, only when he looked back to the man, he was charging head-long toward him. Oh...Oh no... For reasons completely different than the rest of the passengers, Daniel began to panic.

As quickly as possible, Daniel used the railing to propel himself and leap over the charging man's frame.

[spoiler][blockquote]Acrobatics:  3d6+2 : 4, 1, 5 + 2, total 12[/blockquote][/spoiler]

And with a quick flourish Daniel managed to jump out of the way, the Boulder careening towards the spot where the young man had just been standing.

The ship rocked back and forth, and it did little help settle Fayleen's stomach. She never liked to travel by boat, as the trip always caused her to feel sea sick. But this was much worse. All the swaying made her dizzy, and being dizzy made her want to throw up. Fayleen hung on one of the poles, clutching it as she tried her best to ignore the movements, but it only got worse. The longer the trip went, the more frequent did sudden lurches of the ship rattle her hold on both her stomach and her grip on the pole.

"Ugh. When will this trip be done." She said gloomily to herself.

The storm never slowed or calmed. As time went on the ship grew worse and worse. It was hardly a matter of simply being rocked to and fro. The waves were large, and the boat was literally bobbing up and down, left to right, at tremendous rates. The thunderous beating of the storm still echoed clearly, and lightning strikes were more frequent now as they illuminated the dark skies and the overhanging storm clouds. Rain which poured in abandon only added to the cacophony of sounds and noises of the stormy night.

The passengers on board on the other hand were deathly silent, and even those children who had taken up crying, only huddled in fear. There were times when the boat sled to the side so precariously that it felt as if the boat would capsize. The designers of the ship proved true then, as the boat somehow still managed to keep afloat and continue riding out the storm even with the constant pushing and shoving of the seas. But even the crewmen weren't so confident.

"This is a rough one... No one said the storm would be this bad." He said solemnly. The first mate responded to him.

"From what I know the storm should have simply been wind and rain. You think those meteorologists messed up?" He asked. The ship lurched then, but he managed to keep hold. The captain too, held on to the railing nearby, after he recovered he stayed silent however. A few moments later he spoke.

"Not like them to make mistakes... These are hurricane speed winds. Probably the worse I've seen my entire life at the seas." As if on cue, the ship lurched upwards, slanting to the side as the crew held on to railings. There would usually be a point that the ship settled back into its originaly alignment, however this time around it continued to slant.

"Captain!" He first mate called. But it was too late. The ship began to capsize. The wave that had pushed the boat to its angle had come crashing above them. But more water continued to flow.

In the passenger cabins, many of the passengers began to scream. A number of them had put on the emergency life jackets, but found that the ship was woefully under-equipped. The extreme wave continued to push the ship - it would only be a few more seconds at this rate until the ship capsized.

QuoteYou may roleplay out this section. NPC + PC Interactions are still encouraged. Roll a Survival check. I'll continue to the next part when most players have done so. Newcomers feel free to roll still.

Daniel was in disbelief at the power of the storm, and with the rocking getting worse and worse, he ended up heading to the rail next to life jackets. Well, that was part of the reason he did that. The other was to escape the strange man that had tried to tackle him for his treats earlier. He was hoping the odd character wouldn't be able to find him after he'd moved to another part of the ship.

I think I finally lost him...

Right as Daniel thought that, one of the larger swells seemed to have hit the ship. But...the ship wasn't coming back down.

Oh No...no no nononono"nononononONONONO!" He started saying in shock as he jumped up the sloping ship to grab a life jacket and don it as quickly as possible. He grabbed a couple others and looked around for anyone else he could help get one to, but at that point the ship was vertical and he was falling. Daniel grabbed hold of a railing while the ship capsized, doing his best to plan out how he would get out of this alive.

[spoiler=Daniel wants to survive, so he tries to survive. Duh.][blockquote]Rolled 3d6+2 : 1, 5, 6 + 2, total 14[/blockquote][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Survival Check]
[blockquote]Rolled 2d6+6 : 1, 5 + 6, total 12[/blockquote]
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[spoiler]Will type RP post later. Survival:
[blockquote]Rolled 2d6+4 : 1, 1 + 4, total 6[/blockquote][/spoiler]

Lurch left... Lurch right... Lurch left... Lurch right... Lurch... Lurch...

'Hrrck.' Letina covered her mouth and lay in her bunk in her room aboard the ship. Fire at sea... it did not do so well. Even when the ship was docked, the motion of it made her sick. Why was she traveling by ship again? Why? She could have just... found some other way... Like... found a flying type Pok?mon and teaching it fly and flying all the way there. An awesome fire flying type Pok?mon, like a Talonflame... Or just a Fletchling would probably be just as well. Why was she even going on this trip again?

'Hrrck.' ? Maybe her obsession with Cyndaquil had gone to far... Did she really have to go all the way to Cyndaquil's home region of Johto? She did have her own Cyndaquil. An adorable, cuddly young lady... Letina squeezed the Cyndaquil plushy she had brought along with her more tightly with glee at the thought of her beloved Quilz. She would have been cuddling with her, but did not wish to subject either of her beloved Pok?mon to the awful feeling of motion sickness. Not to mention both were fire types and probably would not enjoy being stuck on a ship surrounded by water.

'Hrrrck.' It would probably be a good idea if she did not think as much about being on a boat. Her body handled it better when she let herself think about her Pok?mon. It would not be a good idea if she threw up all over her bed. That would be very un-lady like. Squeezing her eyes shut, the young woman hugged her Cyndaquil plush tightly and thought of how much she loved Quilz. And Blaise. Because Blaise was one of her second favorite Pok?mon, too. He just did not understand how much she also loved him.

Letina eventually fell asleep, lost in her own world filled with Cyndaquil and all its forms, and Torchics, and others of her favorite Pok?mon. It was a world of utmost contentment.

"Ouch!" She was awakened most rudely by a sudden lurch, even more sudden than the lurches she had struggled with before. Rolling right off her bed, she landed heavily on the floor. Clutching her Cyndaquil plush tightly with one arm, Letina rubbed her head. 'What the heck? What's going on?'

Getting up, she attempted to steady herself. It took her a while of sliding around the room to reach her window. Quit a while, in fact, considering while trying to make it there, she realized that one of the Pok?balls housing one of her beloved Pok?mon had come loose from the bag she had placed snuggly by her pillow and was rolling around with the lurches. Freaking out, she lost all interest in looking out her window. She did not need to call him out to know who it was. She did not need to hold his ball to know who it was. It was Blaise's ball. She knew which balls housed which Pok?mon in her packs. She had to know, without looking, to make sure Blaise never saw how she acted upon seeing Quilz. She could not help it, and she did not want him believing she did not love him as well. As a perceptive young woman, she already knew Blaise knew something, but she did not know the extent.

She had grabbed her bag and strapped it securely to her body after practically falling back into it, making sure Quilz's ball was secure in her ball pocket. She might die if she lost her first Cyndaquil. Once her bag and Quilz's ball were properly secure for any emergency, Letina watched Blaise's ball roll about. Sliding around as well, she had to figure out how to best time it. ? Considering the young woman had grown up attending a medic school for ladies, one might assume that the lack of physical training on her part would not help her at all. She had used a pillow, she had used a blanket, she had even used the Cyndaquil plush she had been clutching ever-so-tightly, but to no avail. She could not seem to trap the ball. Losing hope, and in desperation, she launched her entire body at the ball.

Feeling absolutely ridiculous, bruised and scratched up from the constant tumbling back and forth across her room, Letina found herself laying very uncomfortable atop the ball. At least it had not all been for nothing. Quickly grabbing Blaise's ball, she stuffed it in her pack, making sure it was very secure this time. "Now, Blaise. You shouldn't go rolling off like that. I know you think you're a little rebel, but I care about y-. " She found herself tumbling right into the door to the hallway. Luckily, it was still locked, or else it might have popped open earlier when she was trying to catch Blaise's ball. Unluckily, it was as sturdy as it had been the previous times she had been slammed against it and was now adding more bruises to her petite body. This trip was such a bad idea. Such a very bad idea.

Suddenly, Letina's eyes went wide. She was on a ship. She was on a ship, and the ship was rocking violently. It was rocking way more violently than it should, even in a mild storm. Not too long ago, when her parents were her age, Team Aqua had tried to awaken Kyogre and make it turn the entire world to that of sea. No... No... NO. Not again!

Double checking her bag once more to ensure her beloved Pok?mon and meager items were secure, including the Cyndaquil plush she had been clutching tightly the entire time she was rolling about her room, the breeder-in-training flung her door open wide before she could be tossed across the room again. "NOOOO!!!!" She screamed. "I NEED OFF!" She started making her way down the hallways. "HELP!! DON'T LET KYOGRE DROWN MY BELOVED POK?MON!" With that thought in mind, the young woman began running towards the nearest person, fully intending to make them find a way for her to get off the ship before Kyogre could drown them all.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though the legendary Pok?mon's attacks had already taken affect. Luckily, Letina had donned a life vest before she had even boarded the ship, paranoid about being totally out of her element.. In fact, she had also made Quilz and Blaise wear life vests specially made for them, gifted to her by her parents and grandparents right before her voyage.

[spoiler=Survival Check][blockquote]Rolled 2d6-2 : 6, 4 - 2, total 8[/blockquote][/spoiler]

The man had been sleeping soundly for hours, even long after the storm had set in. Neither the thrashing of the waves against the ship nor the frantic screaming of other passengers would rouse him. He was dreaming happily about playing poker with a Furfrou and two Nuzleafs and there was not a thing in the world that would cut that enjoyment short, dangit! Of course, not until one particularly powerful wave threw him from his bed onto the floor.

"Nein! Bitte!" He still wasn't quite sure what was going on or where he was, but he continued to react anyway, "It vasn't a bluff! Just look at ze cards!" He held up his hand in front of him and, to further his confusion, it was empty. Not a single royal flush to be seen. And that, perhaps, was the most unsettling thing about his rude awakening. This was an unacceptable conclusion to the $100,000 pot he was only moments from winning! Someone would pay dearly for this abomination.

But first, he decided to go get some donuts. Jumping right to his feet, he ran through his door and straight down the hallway before tripping over his untied shoelace and barreling right out the door at the end. Of course, being the klutz he was, Vinny didn't have the capacity to end his stumble and he continued on his haphazard trajectory, at the end of which happened to be the blur of a man wearing a blurry forest green blur atop his head.

It was then that the revelation hit him. There was no donut shop on this ship! What a horror! First he lost his poker game and now this‽ Today was surely the worst of all days! By now he had already forgotten that he had lost all his balance and was barreling quite maniacally at a poor innocent man who, at a closer look, appeared as though was being assaulted in much the same manner by yet another man, though he appeared much more muscular and perhaps slightly more of a threat.

Vinny knew he had to act, and he had to act fast if he was going to prevent the imminent collision between the three of them. In a quick, split-second decision, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the first thing he felt there. Without thinking, he threw it ahead of him, feeling just in time that he had indeed withdrawn the Pok?ball containing his beloved Magikarp.

"Kimmel!" He shouted, but it was too late. The Pok?mon had already emerged from the ball. It was time for a change of plans, and Vinny knew just what to do! Still unable to stop his stumbling toward the poor man, he called out the first thing that came to mind. "Quick, meine Liebe. Use Splash!"

And that's just what the Magikarp did.

(Translation: Nein! Bitte! = No! Please!
Meine Liebe = My love!)

[spoiler=Das ist nicht m?glich!]
Rolled 3d6+6 : 5, 3, 4 + 6, total 18[/spoiler]

[spoiler][blockquote]Rolled 2d6+4 : 6, 5 + 4, total 15[/blockquote] Survival check[/spoiler]

[spoiler](http://forums.fantasyworldcreations.com/Themes/envision2013_smf20_rev3/images/dice_warn.gif) This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d6-1 : 1 - 1, total 0[/block-quote]
[blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 3, total 3[/blockquote][/spoiler]

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The storm continued to pick up. The waves continued to crash hard against the ship. Slowly, but surely the ship was tipping over. A resounding creaking sound reverberated through the ship. The stress on the hull was building; windows cracked and burst open as both luggage and items slammed against them. But not only that, people too joined in the descent. Their faces, full of horror and fear, as they took hold of anything that they could reach their hands out for. By this point the ship was almost vertical. Many of the passengers managed to hold on to a railing, the foot of a bolted-down chair, or an edge of a counter. But still, many more did not, frantically latching on to anything that slid down their path; they continued to fall.

Be it from fear, or from the simple desire of living, selfishness had sprung up as many began clamoring over each other, pushing and shoving, and ensuring that they themselves had a proper hold on the ship with little regard for anyone else - even if it meant that others would lose their hold. A few trainers had begun using their Pok?mon as well, flying types, water types, were the most common, each of them attempting to escape the tragedy that was falling upon them. Yet even that did little to placate the storm, much less escape its terrifying wrath. The winds were too strong and the rain was too heavy. They were beat down relentlessly - still they continued to fight however futile it seemed, such was the nature of man. It was more than a gale, more than any natural storm that any of those present experienced - it was nature in it's almost grand and horrifying glory.

Some had launched the few lifeboats at the sides of the ship, but those were quickly sent overboard as waves continued to slam against them just as they had with the ship. It wasn't long until the screams of the many started to dwindle, as the storm continued to rage, the waters flooding the interior hallways and cabins of the ship. Those who had drafted on life jackets were lucky, though in some ways had more of the burden to bear as they watched the more unfortunate simply disappear into the cold stormy waters below.

A few moments after that the roaring of the waves began to drown out all other sounds. A few moments after that the stern of the ship began its steady decent under water. And a few more moments after that there was simply nothing. Just the roaring waves, the beating of the rain, and the crackle of the thunder above.

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Vinny Drechsler
You were born with survival in mind, from out of sheer luck or your simple knowledge of the seas, you were able to survive the sinking ship without a scratch.

Daniel Rask
Your ranger skills, and innate ability for survival helped you survive the catastrophe. You came out of it with a few wounds, but nothing major.

Oreah Hyakuju
A variety of items had crashed into you, both leaving wounds, and injuries. Your physical and survival prowess was enough to sustain only minor wounds. That said, you still have heavy injuries on your torso and arms.

The Boulder
Just the correct timing and placement, you manage to survive the sinking with only minor wounds.

Letina Rae Desl?geech
The water was too much to handle, and though you took quite a few hits, you managed to keep conscious - though just barely. You have heavy injuries on your torso and legs.

Kram Niawt
The water was too sudden, though you tried your best to get out, you were knocked out cold, and found yourself unconscious on a floating piece of debris. You have heavy injuries on your arms, legs, and torso.

Garret "Grey" Miles
Most of the passengers were dead or dying, and you were close to death's door. Before you were knocked out cold with the major injuries across your body, you somehow managed to make it on a floating piece of debris. You have a heavy injury on your arm. You have a large wound on your torso, and your legs were cut and bleeding. Things looked grim.

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As if it was a mockery of the storm just the night before; the rising sun peeked out, spreading its warm and orange light across the skies, bathing the scene in a warm and almost surreal glow. Tropical trees dotted the beach, and beyond it were the ferns and other plant-life you would expect from an island. Most of the storm was gone, nothing but the skies above with a few remaining dark clouds overhead. The waves and oceans which you remember as being roaring from what seemed like moments ago was still and eerily calm. Before you was a vast island, strangely mountainous with spikes of jagged rocks acting like spires as they reach for the skies. Far beyond it, at what you assumed to be the center of the island was a singular large volcano that towered above all the other formations. It was a distance away, but from the volcano's size and appearance it looked as it were nearby.

You do not recognize the island. You do not know where you are. The landscape before you was pristine; if not for the variety of debris floating to the shores and the memory of the storm still lingering fresh in your thoughts, the scene would have been perfect. The death you had just seen sent chills down your spine. One question kept running through your mind.

Were there other survivors?

QuoteDaniel lost 1 Basic Ball.
Oreah lost 1 X Accuracy.
The Boulder lost 1 Basic Ball and 1 Potion.
Letina's Tent, Sleeping Bag, and Water Filter are damaged. (Needs repair before being usable).
Kram's Tent and Water Filter are damaged. 2 Potions lost.
Garret 's Old Rod and First Aid Kit are damaged. 1 Basic Ball and 2 Potions lost.

• Still open to join. PM/message me to see how we can put you in.
  
• For this RP, adding in 3 new status conditions:
  Hungry -> -2 to all checks
  Very Hungry -> -4 to all checks
  Starving -> -6 to all checks
  
• Pok?dex, and other communication devices have no reception.
  
• All players should be roughly in the same vicinity, with the exception of Kram and Garret.
  

Damage Taken
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Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 51, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF),
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
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Bonus unspecified amount of Trainer Exp if you write up a roleplay post for describing what happened to your character when the ship was sinking.

Immediate goal: Saving Kram and Garret.

When the boat had started spinning like a log Grey had been halfway up the stairs from the first class cabin stairs slamming down them with Hiro into an empty room. Without thinking Grey rapped himself around his pokemon as they slammed into the side of the bed. He tasted blood as he did his best to force his pokemon back into his pokeball as he contiunied rolling through the air. As he alone was thrashed with the objects in the room that were not bolted down. Blood pouring out of a fresh gash on his chest he found something to hold onto in the form of a bed post the only thing nailed down to both the floor and ceiling.

What must have been sheer minutes felt like days and he finally blacked out still clinging to that log of wood. It had loosened from its baring at that point and when water filled the cabin it was the second pokeball which opened. Revealing a feebas seeing how injuried the boy was and understanding he need human care she took pity on the boy and drug his limp form with the log out of the cabin out of the sideways stairwell and out into open water just in the knick of time. With all her swimming power she pushed and helped guide him from the wreck to saftey. she now circles the water around him trying to keep him above the surface calling for help

It had only been moments after grabbing a couple life vests that Daniel felt the ship tilt past the point of return, sending him tumbling across the hall as it inverted. He had enough reflex and sense to use the vests as a buffer while the initial throttling occurred, luckily leaving him with only minor scratches. That did not save him from the groans and screams of pain and fear. They were everywhere, and most were VERY unprepared. Several were crushed by sliding objects, others flung from the other side of the main room. It was disastrous, but that was only the beginning. They were somewhere between Hoenn and Johto, and that meant Sharpedo, Tentacruel and Gyarados were possibly in the water. Even if there were survivors, it would be a long time before the terror was over.

Just as he'd confirmed that despair-filled thought, the first deluge of water blasted its way through the corridors.  Daniel had been expecting it, and thus had climbed into a position that was stable to brace himself. But that did not mean it didn't hurt; he could have sworn he'd broken something as the wall of water greeted him. Once the force subsided, he swam with it, knowing it would lead to the top of the wreckage. This was made easier with the one extra life jacket he'd managed to hang on to. He planned to grab anyone that he could that made it out of the wreckage; as much as he would love to stop and help those nearby, he didn't know if he had time. Thus the horrors around him burned into his memory. If not for the pumping adrenaline, and the obvious fear, the view would have been solemnly serene. The sounds of the storm were dulled by the depth of the water, and various debris was floating aimlessly through the sinking vessel. He'd quelled his remaining panic through this portion of the wreckage, but he certainly couldn't call his new state of mind calm. He had to watch as multiple people, whom he was unsure were unconscious or dead, sink into the depths. There was nothing he could do without endangering himself, he knew that. He knew that and it hurt, a fury building slightly at his own powerlessness. Was this not the exact situation he'd been traveling the world to help people for? He'd been naive, or at the very least arrogant. He was not ready for this. Not yet.

Daniel was overjoyed to find the aft door of the ship open, allowing him to quickly slip outside. Always a silver lining, I guess... He thought to himself, trying not to dwell on the scenes of his ascension from the depths. Finally, after being at the limits of holding his breath, he burst through the surface and gasped for air. The scene was not any better above the water, as debris and people tossed among the rough waves and tempestuous winds. He saw someone nearby who'd lost consciousness, but managed to end up on the surface, and started swimming for them. once again, he took a deep breath, going underwater to get his second life jacket on them, securing it as best as he could. Pushing back to the surface, Daniel was met with a large wave soon crashing down on him. He embraced the person he'd just gotten into a jacket, then ducked slightly to brace as the wave sent the two bodies spinning within the crashing current.

He resurfaced with his unconscious counterpart to find a fairly large chunk of floating material about 10 feet from him. He did not know whether it was from the hull or not, but was too afraid and unconcerned to question it. He only thought one thing: salvation. This would get him out of the water. And, after hauling the one beside him onto the slab of, well, whatever it was, he did just that. Clinging for dear life, Daniel spent the rest of the night braving the storm on the debris, making sure the other managed to remain aboard the makeshift raft as well. Even if he could not save all he came across, he'd be damned if he didn't try where he could.

The current pulled him through the black, stormy seas to who-knows-where. But he had no control, and thus no choice. Daniel could only hope it led to land of some sort. And with any luck, populated land.
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The sunrise greeted the stranded ranger with plenty of aches and pains. And until he'd looked around and saw his own condition, Daniel had been convinced it was just an ordinary day, as he'd often roughed-it on his travels. But seeing as he was on a beach, scratched up, drenched in salt-water and with an unconscious person in a life jacket beside him in a hovel just at the top of the shore, that train of thought quickly changed. I mean, how could he forget? He never would. He never could. The person beside himself was all he'd managed to protect besides himself and his belongings. "My belongings!" He whispered urgently as he swung toward his backpack and took inventory.

"Huh...well most of my supplies are here, but I seem to have lost a pokeball. But nothing irreplaceable." He nodded to himself assertively. That was some of the first good news he'd received in probably a day. That's at least how much time he guessed had passed. It was hard to tell. "...Darn, seems like my pokedex and phone are out of service...we really must be out in the middle of nowhere..." And thus it went back to being a dim reality. But at least he had survived it. And hopefully the one beside him had as well. And, of course, best of all, Bolt's ball had not been lost. As much as he wanted to embrace his companion now, he did not wish to expose him to this reality just yet. He needed to make camp.

"But first, I better check if this one is alive. And mobile, if so." Daniel said to himself aloud as he bent over the one he'd pulled from the water. He couldn't tell what their injuries were like, but all he could hope was that they were, in fact, alive. Truth be told, he wasn't even certain they were when he pulled them from the water. Carefully, he pressed his middle and index fingers to their neck, checking for a pulse.

Everything seemed to go so fast, but Vinny, even amongst his uncontrollable kerfuffling, was not about to be taken out by the elements. Loud crashes filled the air as the waves continued their violent onslaught on the ship's hull. In Vinny's mind, it was being ripped to shreds, which may or may not have been a slight exaggeration. In any case, it was undeniable that his journey to wherever it was the ship was taking him was abruptly being cut short.

As he caught his balance (almost professionally, it would seem), the blurry man Vinny had been stumbling toward seemed to fade into nothing but a distant memory. Those were struggles of times long since buried in the past. Here and now, the ship was sinking and the floor beneath them was shaking every which direction. For everyone, it seemed, it was impossible to move around without help, but not for Vinny. Apparently unfazed by the completely unstable metal he was standing on, he ran for the nearest muster station and donned one of the few remaining life jackets he found there. Knowing well that many of the passengers weren't so lucky to find the life jackets in time, he grabbed one extra and ran for the nearest unprotected person he could find.

But then, he soon found that there was nobody around, for moments later, a final wave smashed into the capsizing ship, doing quite a number and effectively rendering it irreparable. He clutched the second life jacket hard, ensuring it didn't escape his grasp and prevent him from saving that one life the may have otherwise been lost. Above him, however, flew a blur or orange, somersaulting quite spectacularly through the air as if launched off of a catapult.

"Yes, Kimmel!" Vinny shouted over the roaring of the storm, "Use Fly!" It was difficult to tell whether or not the Pok?mon was troubled by its predicament, but Vinny wasn't worried at all. He had poured a lot of training into that fish's physical defense, so he was quite resilient for a Pok?mon his level. His imminent impact with the water at the end of his fall would be nothing to worry about. He was a fish after all.

The ship being wrecked, on the other hand, certainly was. And Vinny still had a life jacket in his hand that wasn't being used! Maintaining his balance after the major impact and amidst the increasingly vertical deck he was standing on, he began a mad dash to the edge of the ship and jumped off, diving headlong into the water, noting the many bodies ? some alive, some unconscious, and some unfortunately beyond help ? scattered about the ocean. Thankfully, there as plenty of debris that was buoyant enough to be used to keep afloat.

Before the force of his dive could take him very far below the surface of the sea, his life vest forced him back above, and he quickly got to work, swimming at top speed for the nearest body he could reach, and quickly began fastening them into the jacket. Once he was satisfied that the person's unconsciousness was properly accounted for and that they would be relatively safe without his assistance thereafter, he began attempting to save other people, leading them to wreckage that they could use to keep them afloat, before finally spending all the adrenaline he had. He was sadly unable to help everyone, but he was satisfied knowing that he had potentially saved the lives of several others.

Of course, by no means was the storm over. Great wells of water tossed everything every which way, spitting some objects far up in to the air while completely swallowing others. Vinny was fortunate enough to be able to avoid the worst of it, though he could hardly say the same for most of the former passengers. Undoubtedly many of the same passenger he had just helped save were already forced into the same (or worse) states than Vinny had just helped them out of, much to the Magikarp trainer's dismay. No, all there was to do now was to wade it out and hope for the best. With any luck, a transmission would have been sent out and help would already be on its way.

---

There was no such luck, it seemed. Hours passed, the morning sun was rising in the sky, and the storm had all but died since the catastrophe had claimed the ship and the lives most of its commuters. What had survived of the debris had followed the currents, perhaps traveling miles before gently dropping off at a questionably inhabited tropical landmass in the middle of who-knows-where. Several of the survivors had already reached the shore and were salvaging what they could from the wreckage.

Vinny, on the other hand, manage to fall asleep on a piece of floating debris once the the storm had died down. At some point, he had given his own life jacket to a woman who had been struggling on her own. Kimmel was groggily managing to keep up with his trainer, having spent so much of his energy and not been offered the chance to return to his Pok? Ball to rest due to Vinny's apparent absence of mind throughout the night. It mattered very little, however. There was very little to cause them trouble at the moment and the Magikarp, being a fish, wasn't exactly in danger of growing tired from swimming. It was that elusive bit of sleep that he was growing weary of not having.

Ever so gently, Vinny's makeshift sleeping quarters drifted onto the beach of the island nearby, rocking up and down, back and forth, as if trying to ensure he would stay asleep. That is, until a slightly larger waved splashed him in the face, giving him just enough of that jolt to get him wide awake.

"Ze vending machine still owes me money!" He blurted out, realizing moments later that he was perhaps very far from the nearest vending machine. Memories of the night before slowly began to come back to him as he looked out to the sea and saw several pieces of the ship floating around, some with people grabbing hold of them. It started to set in that he had been shipwrecked and probably wasn't going to make to wherever that ship was taking him anytime soon.

That perhaps, was the least of Vinny's worries, though. Nobody else knew this, but he actually didn't have a clue where the ship was headed. He had bought the ticket on a whim after finding out that the on-deck restaurants there served potato salad, although now that he recalled, he didn't even try to order any of the stuff. Now, to his dismay, the chances of fulfilling his dreams were crushed into oblivion. He hung his head in shame and sorrow knowing that all his anticipation of the taste of the magnificent delicacy was all in vain. Surely this was the worst of all days.

But there was no sense dwelling on what could have been. Today was a new day! And despite all that had happened to put them in place of despair, Vinny had no intentions of giving up all hope! If this is the hand life would deal him, then so be it, but whether it be the royal flush of his dreams or a laughably uninteresting set of cards, now was not time to fold! Yes, this was the day that he would do what had to be done by him and help the survivors to defeat the elements!

She would have loved to have said that she had kept her cool, been helpful in the crisis, and helped keep the death count low. However, Oreah care more for her own life then others, and was one of the people who had actively attempted to take any chance she had to survive. So the memory of her slamming her boot into the face of an older gentlemen and watching fall down the ships hall screaming a she held onto a metal bar was still present in her mind as she watched the ship sink in front of her, and felt pain in her upper body.

She held her bag tightly as she swam one handed, not willing to lose her precious pokemon to the anger of the sea. And as the night went on, and the screams were one by one snuffed out, Oreah braved the waters stop of a bed frame as she waited out the night. When the sun began to rise, high lighting the silhouette of a rather lush, but foreign land mass.

Without giving it much thought, she swam to it's shore, hoping to quickly do something about the intense pain in her body.

[spoiler]Once Oreah get's to the island, she releases her pokemon so they can be check for wounds, then proceeds to try and gather fire wood and find suitable shelter. Once she does so, she uses the bed frame in whatever she needs, weather shelter or fire wood or weaponry.
[blockquote]Rolled 2d6+4 : 3, 6 + 4, total 13[/blockquote] Survival roll[/spoiler]

People around her began to panic as much as she was, though whether it was from her words or from the ship tilting at a dangerous angle, or both, she was not sure. She did not understand why people were reaching to grab at stable parts of the ship when there were more important things to hold onto. For instance, Letina clung to her bag, which contained all of her basic travel gear and her Pok?mon, like there was no tomorrow.

When the first wave of water came rushing through the corridor, the young woman found herself losing her balance and being shoved up against a wall. Her body was already aching all over from being thrown about her quarters while trying to catch Blaise's ball, but to add back pain from being smashed up against railing attached to the wall now behind her only made things worse. At first, she thought the impact might have snapped her spine, but proved her thoughts wrong when she forced herself forward. After all, if it was snapped, then she would not be able to walk.

Still clutching her precious bag, Letina made her way up to the deck of the ship. Her speed was fairly slow, however, as she had to keep stopping and hold onto the railing every time more water rushed in. She probably would not have made it if not for one of the crew - or maybe it had been a kind passenger - who had helped her along safely to the edge of the ship. Jumping into the waters below, Letina felt yet more pain, this time in her legs. She must have hit the water wrong.

Barely conscious, the young lady floated in the water, rising and falling and sinking under the waves, only to float back up to the top again thanks to her life vest. She was freezing and numb, still clutching her bag as though it were the only thing important in the world. Someone pulled her body onto floating debris, but she was so numb that she barely noticed. 'Mom... Dad... I hate boats.' She thought to herself before passing out.


Vwwwwooooooossh. Shhwwoooossshhh. Vwwwooooosssshhhh. Shwoooosh. Cold. Wet. Salty? What? Another wave of salt water rolled in, splashing her face once again and making her realize how hard it was to breath. She tried to sit up, but realized her body ached too much to bother, so she tried to cough up the water from her lungs while laying on her stomach. Another mouthful of salty water gave her enough motivation to push herself up so she could cough up the water without replacing it with more. Her throat and lungs burned. After what felt like forever, Letina flopped down on her back, still coughing, but not to clear out water from her lungs.

Why was she coughing up salt water? She did not know where she was, or remember why she might be there. Wasn't she supposed to be on a ship? Pffft. Nah. She hated boats. Ever since that bad experience... wait... either all her memory from between that ship sinking and now had vanished or she was still living the nightmare. Not only was she nearly drowned, but she was now stranded in the middle of nowhere. At least she had Blaise and Quilz... Wait! Blaise and Quilz! Where were they?

Forgetting about her aches and pains, Letina bolted up. Her bag was not in her hands or anywhere within grabbing distance. Beginning to panic, she looked around the beach. Ah! There was her bag, only a few yards from her. She tried to run towards it, but her legs went out from under her. Taking note to check on her legs later, she crawled her way to her bag, dug out the Pok?balls of her Pok?mon, and called them both out. Immediately, she grabbed them both into a big hug, babbling about how worried she had been for them and how glad she was that they had not been lost to the sea. It took her a moment to realize that she should be checking them over for wounds, just in case.

Satisfied that they had not received any terrible wounds, the young woman turned to inspect the contents of her bag. Her tent and water filter looked damaged. What a waste. She had not even had the chance to use either of them yet. The rest of her bag's contents looked okay, which she was happy to find, considering she probably needed quite a few things from her first aid kit.

Sending her Pok?mon out to find firewood or other possible survivors, Letina got to work inspecting her wounds.

[spoiler=Not sure if I should do this now or not, but here's a roll for her medical knowledge.](http://forums.fantasyworldcreations.com/Themes/envision2013_smf20_rev3/images/dice_warn.gif) This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 3d6+5 : 4, 3, 6 + 5, total 18

Perception:
[blockquote]Rolled 3d6+5 : 5, 3, 6 + 5, total 19[/blockquote][/spoiler]

In the calm waves, a small animal struggled to keep it's master adrift.
The animal was sweating profusely - it wasn't often that a grass type Pokemon such as Bulbasaur was forced to swim, keep itself afloat while tending to it's battered owner for six straight hours in sea on a small plank of wood.

Kram's seemingly useless endurance training was really kicking in through Bulby's efforts. It was just short of a miracle that both trainer and Pokemon were able to get a hold of each other when the cruise fell under, a true miracle being that they were left unscathed. This was not the case.

Bulby was badly bruised. His injuries were less external and more internal, especially to it's head. A completely dazed Bulbasaur was trying it's best to stay conscious to keep it's care for it's even worse off master.

Kram was mortally wounded.

Along with breaking both of his arms and legs, several wooden chinks were skewering his torn body; some through his shoulders, one through his right hand, the worst being one straight through his chest. Bulby didn't know how well he would fare, only that Kram's faint and quick breathing could be heard. He was alive, but things weren't bright. Perhaps due to his rather hectic and straight forward honesty in endurance training, he was still managing to hold up.

Strains of blood and debris surrounded Bulby. It was not a peaceful cruise.

Bulby continued to stay afloat, hoping to reach the shore that seemed all too impossible to reach. The currents constantly kept pushing them further into the sea. It was why Bulby was at this for six hours without rest.

Seeing other trainers wounded aswell, Bulby could sympathize with the water types tending to their masters. He understood they wanted to help everyone, only that their trainer had to come first: the result of panic. Bulby, however, was truly affected by Kram. Along with keeping himself, and his owner alive, he had helped 2 other Pokemon, those also unfortunate enough to not be water types. He carried their burdens with him as he was straining every inch of his vines to hold everything together. Against the tide, they carried on.

Certainly, another individual Bulby knew would do the same.
To protect everyone without fail-
The binding pillar through an Enduring Soul...
It was time for Bulby to act in Kram's place.

For Kram had done the very same thing.

...

"Everyone! Over here!" Frantically, Kram motioned to the immediate people around him running in disarray. A breached hull ruptured letting in gallons of water in every second. Kram looked over to everyone with the intention to get everyone out. Time was short and tensed. The integrity of the ship wouldn't hold for very long. Kram led the way to what he had recalled to be an emergency exit-

It was completely blocked by debris; luggage, pipes, parts of the wall and ceiling were caved in by the immense pressure of the water.

Think! Think faster!

Kram grabbed his brochure deep within his pocket. A mocking Olivine Beaches title was brought to his sight as he flipped through until he saw...a map! As the others around him glanced towards his hands and looked up to his confidence, they nodded in consent.

"Lets find another exit!"

So the group that was immediately infront of him ran. A certain person, however, lagged behind the rest. A short, black haired Girl straying from the group was launched off the hallways and straight into a wall.

!

Kram was able to spot her before she completely rammed head first into an adjacent wall and was able to grapple her towards the ground instead. From Kram's quick glance, he saw she had brown eyes staring angrily at him, and had quite the nice complexion.

Change that beautiful frown of yours already. Kram wished to see her happy. Not now, in any case. Kram wasn't THAT dumb.

The Girl seemed abit shocked and embarrassed as she initially pushed him away, but began to understand the chaos behind them. Both of them quickly stood up, Kram grabbing the timid Girl by the wrist and began running to this other exit.

So these people do exist? huh! Kram seriously couldn't help but steal a glance or two...or THREE at the Girls face every now and then- it's what he described as Rule of Chivalry Number One: 'acting manly infront of women!'.

As they caught up with the rest, and saw the sight before them, everyone could only be further disappointed.

Once again, this exit too had been blocked by more debris, and the ceiling plate above fell down against it with the inner slope facing towards them.

Just when the others were about to turn around and find another way which some did, Kram stupidly charged into the caved-in ceiling without restraint, but kept at it anyways. Alone however, no matter how adept he was, he could not clear the way fast enough with his current motivation.

Darn! I can't break it!

Well obviously. How would one expect to break something stronger then concrete with their body?

He started looking for the great motivation he needed to charge the ceiling stronger, with all it's pounds of metal n all, strong enough to let other people through by knocking the wreckage out of the way. Alas, while finding his most needed motivation, he found a different solution aswell;

If I LIFT this wall-
I can totally get that Girl's name! Then I can get to know her! Haha! Your a genius Kram! You can do this!

Such was his moronic motivation.

"Hrrr!" Kram lit up with bountiful energy as he attempted to lift the part of the broken ceiling back up on his trembling shoulders. His legs barely held up to the demanding weight of the ceiling.

Im manly. He thought, caught in the bliss of carrying something absurdly heavy for otherwise no important purpose then to show off infront of that Girl. Sure it would allow the others relying on him to get by, but that didn't mean he could have two candy's for the price of one, or, uhh, some comparison like that.

Genius Kram.
Absolute Genius, bravo.

Those behind him were amazed but quickly took their chance to get through the emergency exit. A perfect path lay infront of Kram; he could see the boats down below waiting for more people to fill up the empty slots.

"Go! Quickly! I can hold thi-" and the waters behind him had finally caught up to their level with a loud thud. With the wooden supports unable to fend off any sort of resistance towards the unstoppable torrents of water, they broke into smaller, sharper pieces of wood. That last thud seemed to have caused the entire ship to sway inwards: the boat was surely sinking.

"FASTER! It's going up!" he desperately yelled to the others as they became even more worried.

And then the first injury happened.

The force of the waters moving along with the splintered wooden supports came crashing towards Kram and everyone else's direction at that. Thankfully nearly everyone was out by then. For the most part, Kram had accomplished his goal of getting those around him to safety. Kram was soon to follow suit. But instead, that black haired Girl whom Kram saved from a nasty head concussion was about to get pierced through her neck by a rapidly speeding splinter.

The impaling did not reach her however. It had reached Kram. Having moved his body to stand straight behind her while clinging to the ceiling, one of the wooden splinters pierced his left shoulder. This particular one was roughly a meter in length; Kram took the brunt of the blow, but it had pierced past his shoulder, and some of it still grazed deeply into the Girls left arm.

In the pain, she turned around-

"T-Thank you-"
"!"

-to be greeted by the sight of the disgruntled appearance of a man who took the severity of the blow. Within that short time frame, Kram had taken another shot, this time to his right shoulder. On either side of him he stood impaled, still hanging on. The Girl was mortified at the sight of the blood spattering below her feet. She stood in place with visible trembling all over her.

Oh, she looks worried. Then-

"Seriously im fine!" Of course he was lying. Could he really say the truth?
"I've had worst then this before! I didn't know you were this touchy feely, but that's cool. Okay, maybe I did know cause your all pretty n stuff but-"

And then his most grave injury.

Kram just took a splinter straight through his chest.

"Hrrrrk-!" he felt the air in him leave, his grip of the ceiling stepped down a notch along with his stance. The Girl infront of him collapsed to sit down on the ground and now she was crying.

Im gonna die over THIS Girl. I'll admit it's a pretty darn manly way to go out.
But

I'll need to save her first. My goal hasn't been reached as of yet

"HRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Kram forcefully pushed the ceiling back up again. With the abuse to his arms and wrist, a dreadfully loud cracking noise came from within. The physical joints in his right arm couldn't take the will to continue being held up- they had snapped disturbingly out of place. Then he felt a cracking throughout the length of his right arm.

OHHHH I FEEL THAT! GOSH THAT HURTS He sucked up the discomfort and toiled whether or not to continue holding the ceiling up with his now broken right arm.

So he turned to the Girl infront him. Kram realized his strength would only do so much for not so much longer.

"LADY!" he screamed as loud as he could, the blood from his chest going up through his throat as he talked due to a certain, gaping chest wound-

"GO! Or we'll both be dead-" he coughed up more blood, and the ceiling had fell down yet another notch. His powerless right arm was seen hanging beside his waist.

"B-But your wounds!" The Girl glanced over his grim looking body. The blood had soaked down through his clothes- it was dripping to the floor in large amounts.

Crap. Im losing too much blood. My head!-

Kram felt too much idiotic irritation.

"..."
"..."
"I'll be fine. Please go!" his voice reassured.

His voice resounded through the screams and crashes throughout the deck. The Girl looked up to his blood stained shirt, and could only show worry. To add on to it, a strong box of sorts hit the back of Kram's head from behind, knocking him off balance. With the way he was awkwardly standing up with his arms, Kram had broken his other left arm: he was now using his head, his shoulder, and his broken left arm to hold up the roof. Kram had long abandoned the thought of using his practically dead right arm. He felt an intense pain- just then he'd nearly passed out. But he refused to stop. He couldn't stop.

So. Lets have a little Kram story time, shall we?
There are moments when one is faced with a very troubling situation.
There are some that stop, and turn the other way. It has nothing to do with me, why must I face it? And so their solution is to run away.
There are some who try to logically think through a conclusion, something meticulous and difficult to put a hold on. And so their solution comes through thought.

Kram was neither of these. Given a test to choose an egg or a chicken, Kram would insist on having both.
He knew he could not put claim too everything. So instead, he grabbed hold of everything infront of him: the egg, and the chicken. Seriously, I don't even...

Well, the point being that:
No logic ran through him.
No clear cowardice got through into him.

Kram was very Kramy-

Facing a situation honestly with nothing but his ill placed....goodwill, his unending idiotic efforts, an unending trial of pure idealism.
a Enduring Soul

Not yet. He whispered to himself. Everyone isn't saved-

"F-Fine! I'll be going right now but-" this lady was no exception.

Everyone...

"I'm all ears. Do hurry-" Kram couldn't help but stop for a moment to catch his breath.

"Whats your name? You know, in case things don't turn out..."  her voice faded.
Yeah. Yeah I know, you don't need to say it.
True, I didn't tell anyone running with me my name. We just sorta ran. Ooops.
Heh, very well! Im a man after all! I will do this much. He bet on it.

"-Kram" his voice lost power, conviction.
"Kram Niawt" he said gently, smiling with his face that overlooked everything.

"I p-promise!" she looked Kram sternly into the eye as an equal, recognizing him and keeping his name firmly in her head.

Oh this was worth it. She's staring me in the eye so sincerely, Kyah!~ At the least, he was having his healthy delusions to keep him awake. But...
Promise what? He thought. He could guess pretty well what she meant. Something to do with him laying dead. That's probably it.

"Lets head out right now. I t-t-think you've lost alot of blood, and it's taxing on your body so..." and with that, she left. Kram's goal to totally get her name was forgotten.

Ooops. I should've asked for her name aswell. I missed my precisely planned out course of action! But of course, nothing was planned.

Then again, he stood deliriously after that box hit his head, his legs shaking furiously to keep his posture up. He had to agree that his long, endless stamina did have a limit. It was running out.

Ahhh. That's everyone. Good-
I was able to get everyone out-
It's time for me to accompany this beautiful Girl back to-

And finally his heavily arched back gave way to the ceiling.

Knew it wouldn't be that easy. What a shame. That opportune moment of happiness!~ No! Kram cursed at himself that he couldn't hold a measly roof just abit longer.

His upper half made it through outside. Unfortunately, his legs were caught in the rubble- the weight crushing his legs caused more painful, churning cracking.

Kram didn't even notice that both his legs were being broken right now.
He just felt too much too fast to see anything then.

"Oh no-" she looked back towards Kram, who had fallen unconscious.
"Nooooo!-"
Not another lost.
Please. Please no!-
Why!
Her light weeping was heard among the relentless waves.

"...*sniff*"

Out behind the Girl was a small green and blue Pokemon-

It was Kram's cherished Bulby, who ran towards the two of them.

The Girl didn't question the appearance of a random Bulbasaur. The more help to get Kram out of this mess, the better.

"His legs covered by the rubble. What should we d-"

Without any qualm about the situation, Bulby wedged its head straight into the gap where the ceiling was in contact with Kram's legs. The Girl saw the Bulby scream in much the same manner that Kram did. It was clear what it was doing was extremely painful.

"Bouuuu BAAA!" Bulby tried his best to beckon over the Girl to pull up the now less stressful tension trapping Kram's legs. The Girl was pessimistic to how a Bulbasaur could help, no matter how honest she could be she couldn't see it. Of course she took the help with gratitude. She just felt sad that this might not be enough to get her savior out from the debris- It was why she was even more surprised that they actually were able to lift the ceiling up, and whilst being the wedge that was also helping her hold it up, Bulby also used his vines to grab Kram, someone more then thrice his size, out into the deck outside.

Things could've been alot worst for Kram if they hadn't pulled him out.
He'd have died of drowning, eventually.
Course he was asking for it, shamelessly helping others and taking the punishment before they did.

Nonetheless the Girl and Bulby were glad to have him out. The Girl just stared blankly at the Bulbasaur that had just wedged itself without any command with the potentiality to be crushed from above just moments ago. Why would this Pokemon go so far for a stranger? And just where did it get that extremely tough body?

Ahhhhh. Perhaps that's his trainer. What a reliable little friend you got there, Kram. You must be a very personable person from what I can see. A Bulbasaur with the loyalty of a Growlithe, more tenacity then a Mamoswine, more pride then a a crowned Tyrantrum. I think im jealous~

A certain smile settled on her face before she quickly took note of it, and stopped to look where Bulby was, cautiously staring at her, readying his stance. Just for a moment, she let her inner obsession over Pokemon out.

"Oh! Im not gonna do anything bad to him or you, or anything..."

What a ditz. Bulby probably thought.

She talked to the Bulbasaur defeated as Bulby grunted with brimming pride.

"Anyways, lets find something that both of us can tether too. Lets look around for a wooden plank or something since, well..." both of them looked out far into the sea and noticed that all the emergency safety boats were setting off far away from the sinking cruiser.

"Bouba!" as if agreeing as best he could express it, Bulby used the very planks of wood around where Kram was stuck and brought them singlehandedly to the Girl.

"Bouuuu bah!" Bulby faced her for further directions. Just what is this thing She couldn't fathom how Kram's training might've been to get the Bulbasaur to this extent. Well, she'd probably quite surprised to know that it was just Kram throwing Bulby at a Tree SOOOO HARD that it fell down. Bet she wouldn't see that coming.

"Alright. Lets get out of here."

And so the two of them held the unconscious Kram atop a wooden plank, fastened him up, and finally left the terror of staying on a drowning ship.

Looking back, the Girl could only hope that the less fortunate were able to get out.

"Mother-" she carelessly whispered, hoping it would reach that someone who had made it out along with everyone else. That was her hope.

I don't want to loose anyone else- even people I've just met she started at the two around her.

She held back on saying it out loud this time, just in case the unconscious man infront of her was secretly awake or even if Bulby couldn't exactly tell others about it. It was something for herself only, that sort of talk.

They saw the ship completely submerge into the night, it wasn't a very long wait either. Counting themselves lucky, the misfit pair plus an idiotic trainer set a course to the boats trails that were oh so distant.

...


That is where Bulby now stood six hours later, providing a means of tethering with his vines to other victims. A familiar figure slowly swam back towards Bulby and Kram-

The lady whom Kram saved twice, if you think about. Once for that blunt concussion, and second for holding the ceiling painfully long enough for her to get over her totally untimely panic attack infront of a raging storm. Perfectly untimely. She had much to thank for once Kram got significantly better.

"How does it look?" she looked innocently at Bulby wading in the water beside the completely knocked out Kram beside him.

"Bouba..." Bulby simply looked towards Kram and looked dejectedly at his patched up body. It was great that the Girl happened to have a very easy too rip jacket, and thus Kram was wrapped up amateurishly by it's sleeves throughout his body. Kram's skin was becoming a much more warmer color compared to being pale, so at least, he should be doing abit better. Maybe it was too hopeful to think like that just yet. I mean, gosh! He took on all that abuse with a smile! That's not normal! Either way, that makeshift bandage would have to do until they were all found.

"Don't worry. Im sure he'll be fine. After all, he took on all that, and kept standing. He must be strong, right?"

"BOUBA!" Bulby stood attentively as best it could, and a cheeky smirk appeared.

"We'll make it. Keep holding on Mr. Bulbasaur~" The girl motivated the Pokemon with it's master as best she could as she wasn't exactly the tending type. Patting the head of the swimming Bulbasaur, she earnestly hoped that all of them could get back home. Bulby enjoyed his head being patted; the only thing really missing would be Kram feeding him leaves because 'they make him stronger!'.

They swam nonchalantly against the tides to the shoreline waiting for rescue to arrive.

Alright, I think I'm going to throw Sigon into this, too. I'll get started on a post later tonight or tomorrow, but first I'll roll that survival check to see how he does.

[spoiler=Survival Check][blockquote]Rolled 1d6+1 : 3 + 1, total 4[/blockquote][/spoiler]

Garret
Your Feebas had been doing well, making good progress as it continued to tow the piece of wood with the unconscious Garret on-top of it. The seas had been tough, and though Garret had once fallen off shortly after the sinking of the ship, the Feebas continued to save him time and time again. The sight of an island was near, and the Feebas doubled its efforts.

QuoteMystic please have your Feebas roll Athletics.

Daniel & Sigon
The person you had saved was unconscious. You can tell he had suffered wounds from the shipwreck, but without a closer inspection you can't tell anything more. He was alive definitely, but was still knocked out.

QuoteDaniel roll Edu: Medicine.

Oreah
You had never trained for survival out in the wilds, at least in this type of setting, but you still had enough knowledge and skill, soon enough you gathered enough food for two days including today's, as well as enough water to last the entire day. You had begun to collect wood and materials to create a suitable shelter, and though you had started work, it still wasn't much. You knew however, that it would get you through the night.

Letina
In the distance you see what looked to be some people floating on a piece of the ship. They were far in the distance. You see what looked to be a girl floating on it, waving her hands trying to get the attention of anyone on the shore.

Everyone
The beach was littered with all sorts of debris that you assume to be from the St. Jude. You see some other survivors on the shore, each of them soaked. From the hundreds of passengers on the ship, there were so few left, and you wondered how many of them perished and how many of them actually escaped.

Quote

• Only one Survival check per day, that relates with the over-all day.
  
• Players who forget to post Survival, I'll just roll for you, or let you know.
  
• I'd encourage working together. Please take a read about "Cooperative Actions" and "Extended Skill Checks", I'll be using these sets of rules frequently for this RP.
  
• Thirst status included, as well as Hunger. Same effects. Added effect of losing HP depending on status per day.
  

Log
[spoiler]Oreah spent the day gathering food and building shelter. Gains 2 days of food, 1 day of water, 86% completion of Horrible shelter.
Letina heals 36 HP.[/spoiler]

Daily Survival - Day 1
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: ?
Garret: ?
Kram: ?
Letina: ?
Oreah: 13
Sigon: ?
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Total Survival
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: ?
Garret: ?
Kram: ?
Letina: ?
Oreah: 13
Sigon: ?
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Resources
[spoiler]Aran
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Daniel
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Garret
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Kram
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Oreah
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: 86% Horrible shelter

Letina
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Sigon
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Vinny
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None[/spoiler]

Action Points Drained
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 0
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 1
Oreah: 0
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 0[/spoiler]

Damage Taken
[spoiler]Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 15, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF),
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
Kathos Sigon: 70, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 ATK, -1 DEF, -1 SATK)
[/spoiler]

Custom Rulings
[spoiler]

• Hunger status: Hungry (-2 to all accuracy and skill check rolls), Very Hungry (-4 to rolls), Starving (-6 to rolls)
  
• Thirst status: Thirsty (-2 to rolls), Very Thirsty (-4 to rolls), Dehydrated (-6 to rolls)
  
• Just roll normally, I'll add in these status effects to rolls once needed.
  
• One Survival check per day required, related with how you fare within that day over all.
  

Status:

• If started new day as this specific status:
  
• Hungry, then lose 1/8 HP
  
• Very Hungry, then lose 2/8 HP
  
• Starving, then lose 3/8 HP
  
• Thirsty, then lose 1/5 HP
  
• Very Thirsty, then lose 2/5 HP
  
• Dehydrated, then lose 3/5 HP

[/spoiler]

Daniel breathed a sigh of relief as he felt a pulse from the young man. He's alive! Thank goodness...now let's see if I can tend to his wounds at all. Have to make sure nothing gets infected. Well, infected ay further...

Daniel began checking over his body for wounds, realizing that thing were more serious than expected. There was blood everywhere under his coat, so much so that the ranger could feel himself pale at the sight. He needed to do something fast, so he quickly turned to his bag and started digging through it to see what he could use on the poor man. "...Come on, there has to be SOMETHING..."

[spoiler=Digging through a bag~, digging through a bag~, gotta heal this poor sop so I'm digging through my baaaag~][blockquote]Edu: Med:  3d6+1 : 6, 2, 2 + 1, total 11[/blockquote]
Also rolling my survival for the day for after the healing.
[blockquote]Survival:  3d6+2 : 6, 2, 6 + 2, total 16[/blockquote]

And finally, Daniel was NOT singing the spoiler title in character =.=[/spoiler]

Oreah continued work on her structure, wanting to have at least a minimal form of shelter before she laid down to rest. As she did this, she called out Soren so he could stretch his legs, and also keep an eye out with his telepathy for anything that would try and sneak up on them. As he popped out of his pokeball, Soren stretched out a bit, before walking off to find a place to sit and rest. While was hurt, Soren knew that he couldn't do much about it, and it would be up to his trainer to save herself. The only thing he could do was make sure nothing came along to make the situation worse.

Daniel
You treated the person's wounds, and you did your best effort to attempt to patch him up, but he continued to stay still with his shallow breathing. It would take a lot more to bring the man to consciousness. But at least now there was someone there to see to his recovery, rather than being alone out in the seas, or even worse, under it.

Oreah
After further work on your shelter, you were able to patch together something comparable to a tent. You had found the perfect set of leaves to create them, and the tropical island had more than enough wood to serve as the support structures.

QuoteLog
[spoiler]Daniel uses First-Aid kit and heals Sigon by 5 HP. [+(9+12+11+14)/2 = 23, total 28]
Oreah sets Abra on watch.
Daniel collects 2 days food, 1 day water, and builds some sort of shelter, sometime.[/spoiler]

Daily Survival - Day 1
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16
Garret: ?
Kram: ?
Letina: ?
Oreah: 13
Sigon: ?
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Total Survival
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16
Garret: ?
Kram: ?
Letina: ?
Oreah: 13
Sigon: ?
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Resources
[spoiler]Aran
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Daniel
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Unspecified?

Garret
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Kram
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Oreah
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 1 Person Shelter (comparable to Tent)

Letina
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Sigon
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Vinny
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None[/spoiler]

Action Points Drained
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 5
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 1
Oreah: 0
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 0[/spoiler]

Damage Taken
[spoiler]Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 15, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF),
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
Kathos Sigon: 42, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 ATK, -1 DEF, -1 SATK)
[/spoiler]

Custom Rulings
[spoiler]

• Hunger status: Hungry (-2 to all accuracy and skill check rolls), Very Hungry (-4 to rolls), Starving (-6 to rolls)
  
• Thirst status: Thirsty (-2 to rolls), Very Thirsty (-4 to rolls), Dehydrated (-6 to rolls)
  
• Just roll normally, I'll add in these status effects to rolls once needed.
  
• One Survival check per day required, related with how you fare within that day over all.
  

Status:

• If started new day as this specific status:
  
• Hungry, then lose 1/8 HP
  
• Very Hungry, then lose 2/8 HP
  
• Starving, then lose 3/8 HP
  
• Thirsty, then lose 1/5 HP
  
• Very Thirsty, then lose 2/5 HP
  
• Dehydrated, then lose 3/5 HP

[/spoiler]

Though he'd cleaned the wounds and covered them to the best of his ability, it was obvious that the injuries of the man before him were not going to be recovered in a day. It was obvious that Daniel needed to set up a base of operations first, then he could properly attend to the man and their perilous situation. Now where would a good place be to start building... Daniel thought over this question carefully. He knew he had to get off the beach, since tides were unpredictable, especially in another storm. But he didn't want to get too far from the water. He needed to find a small clearing just above the sand dunes, then create some sort of shelter. However, when he looked up, got realized things would be even easier, Of course! Palms! Natural rain repellant and wide coverage! Good, good. Then I just need to find a sapling...and a sharp rock with a heavy, flat one... His plans for shelter coming together, Daniel made sure that the unconscious made was situated stably before heading out to make camp.

"But first, time to see if Bolt can help." Daniel said, realizing he'd not taken Bolt out due to the situation. He really didn't want to expose him to it, but there was no choice now. "Come on out, Bolt! I could use your help!" He called as he triggered Bolt's pokeball.

Bolt came out with his usual, cheerful smile, but was quickly confused. They were in the middle of nowhere, and certainly in unfamiliar territory. Even the smell of the area was completely different. But the biggest shock was when he looked to Daniel for confirmation; his trainer was hurt, and ragged. Bolt's cheer immediately dropped as he ran up to check on Daniel's wounds. But Daniel had to stop him, as much as he appreciated the thought.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Dan said, kneeling and petting his partner to calm him. "But there's another man nearby that isn't so we have to make camp. Once we're safe, I'll tell all about what happened since that storm started brewing on the boat." With those words, Bolt started to calm down, but never completely. Dan completely understood. They'd been in rough spots before, but never like this. It was frightening, there was no doubt about that. "I'm going to be gathering things for shelter now. What I need you to do is use that keen nose of yours to sniff out some food. I know you want some meat, but we probably won't have that chance until later. Get any berries you can find, and I'll pick out whatever's not poisonous. Got it, buddy?" Bolt didn't fully get the words, but Dan had been somewhat motioning what he was saying, so it sunk in. Bolt donned a serious expression. "Good." Daniel said with a smile, then took a spare shirt from his bag and tied it around Bolt's Expert belt like a bag. "Use that to carry what you find, and its smell to track your way back to me. I don't plan on moving, but I don't want you lost, either!" Finally Daniel bent down and gave Bolt a sizable hug. "Thanks, Bolt. I'm glad you're alright." A statement to which he promptly got a lick on the cheek. Shortly after, Bolt wandered off in search of food.

Now on to Daniel's job. First, rocks. He needed a chisel and hammer, so a round rock with a single flat face and a sharp, narrow wedge would be perfect. After that, he'd start cutting thin branches from the brush, and then search for a suitable stump on which to place a larger bough, or a palm sapling if need be. For how wide he needed his shelter's opening, the stump needed to be about 3.5 or 4 feet tall. He had neither to time, nor tools, nor energy to make a stump like this, so he'd either need luck or a different shelter style. He'd rather not use his rope for shelter, though, if he could help it; the rope is better for other uses. Once all this debris is collected, he'd lay branches orthogonal to the larger bough resting on the stump, then cover those with his tent, then palm leaves, then more brush debris.

[spoiler=The Shelter Concept](http://www.wilderness-survival.net/figures/fig5-11.gif)[/spoiler]

This style would take the least strength to create, while being very water repellant, and fitting two people. unfortunately, it left him on the ground, but he couldn't be picky. He'd raise the shelter off the ground if given the chance, but food and water were most important after simple shelter. This was basic ranger knowledge, and he had the experience to back it. A bonus was that this specific type of shelter was low to the ground so wind would not effect it was much. By his estimation, it would take him around half the day to make this.

And so the ranger duo was off, roughing it once again. Well, with an additional occupant, whom he'd check back on when possible. But nothing like an added challenge, right? Right?

Daniel could only hope.

[spoiler]Ok, so, plenty of rolls here. For Bolt, stealth to get past any wild pokemon, plus perception for his tracking. Then perception for Daniel. I assume I don't have to roll survival again. Bolt needs a 6 perception to be able to track Dan during his search for food, thanks to the scrap of cloth.

(http://forums.fantasyworldcreations.com/Themes/envision2013_smf20_rev3/images/dice_warn.gif) This dice roll has been tampered with!
Stealth:  3d6+1 : 5, 1, 2 + 1, total 9
(http://forums.fantasyworldcreations.com/Themes/envision2013_smf20_rev3/images/dice_warn.gif) This dice roll has been tampered with!
Perception/Track:  2d6+1 : 2, 3 + 1, total 6

(http://forums.fantasyworldcreations.com/Themes/envision2013_smf20_rev3/images/dice_warn.gif) This dice roll has been tampered with!
Perception (Dan):  3d6+1 : 6, 1, 1 + 1, total 9

Oh, and I'm imagining I'll need survival for trying to fish later, so I'll ask now. Do I use my already rolled survival to catch stuff like small rockfish (not pokemon, they DO exist in this world). Or should I roll a new one when I post about it?[/spoiler]

feebas athleteics

[spoiler][blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 4, total 4[/blockquote][/spoiler]

Once she had finished off her shelter, Oreah let out a small sigh of relief. She sat down, then laid back under the shade as she simply stared at the ceiling of her tent. She thought back to the storm, and began to decompress her experiences through the night. The screams, the cries for help, the cries for death, and the simple whines of wounded and dying pokemon hidden beneath darkness and the sound of crashing waves.

She began to breath heavily, her mind drifting. The war.

Blood everywhere, staining the sand....
Cries for mother, underlining screams of agony and the roar of fire around me...
Crashing mass of war pokemon, a large blue serpent with eyes of the reddest and deepest rage...
A flash of light....
No more screams....


Oreah shot upward, barely stopping herself before her head knocked into her shelter, fearing the act would collapse it. She breathed rapidly, her sense hyper aware as she looked along the shore line from her hill. She had chosen to place her camp near the beach, but higher then it and under the cove rof plant growth to make sure she would see others before they found her.

When she remembered where she was, she sighed, leaning her head down, and feeling tears stream down. She quickly wiped them away, and stood from her tent, going to her bag, and healing what she could with the potions she had.

After that, she made Soren return to his pokeball and once that was done, she set out to try and find more supplies before night fell. She planned that tomorrow morning, before the sun rose, she would scour the beach and scavenge what she could from the dead, including clothing, pokeballs, or anything else that could have any semblence of use in the coming days.

Daniel
You spent the next few hours building a decent-sized shelter. Luckily, you had found some tree trunks that had fallen presumably from the storm. It wasn't quite like a stump that you had imagined, but it served the same purpose. Using what materials you could find, you managed to build the shelter in good time, piecing together the structure from the various loggings and sticks you found littered throughout the area. Eventually you placed together the roofings themselves out of the long leafy fronds you had found. By the time you had finished, Bolt had came back, and as requested, he brought with him a good number of berries. You noticed something peculiar though, from the stains on Bolt's mouth, it looks like he had helped himself on a few morsels of the potentially poisonous berries.

[info]+1 Food
+1 Starf Berry - +2 CS to a random Stat. May be used only at 25% HP or lower.
[/info]

Oreah
You venture out once more after your rest, looking to see if there would be anything else that you would find lying about. You found some berry and fruit bearing plants, you took the batch of them, cleaning the bushes off with the berries. You weren't entirely sure if they were poisonous or not, but it was still something. There was debris that you had seen earlier not that far from your camp-site, so you had made your way to that location to find anything else that could help you.

[info]Oreak to roll Perception to find things at the debris site.
+1 Food[/info]

Quote

• No need to roll Survival again related with food, shelter, or water. But you make a good point, going forward I'll keep the results of these private until either a player attempts those actions. These first few rounds will be confusing, but don't pay any mind to the +# Food +# Water, I'll even it out so it'll make more sense later.
  
• Note, there's a limit on the number of items/food/etc on a daily basis based on the daily Survival roll, so don't expect to be continually finding resources in a single day.
  
• Unless otherwise noted I'll keep track of your inventory changes and update as needed.

Daily Survival - Day 1
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16, resolved food, water, and shelter
Garret: ?
Kram: ?
Letina: ?
Oreah: 13, resolved food, water, and shelter
Sigon: ?
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Total Survival
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16
Garret: ?
Kram: ?
Letina: ?
Oreah: 13
Sigon: ?
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Resources
[spoiler]Aran
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Daniel
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decenter 2 Person Shelter

Garret
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Kram
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Oreah
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 1 Person Shelter

Letina
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Sigon
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Vinny
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None[/spoiler]

Action Points Drained
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 5
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 1
Oreah: 0
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 0[/spoiler]

Damage Taken
[spoiler]Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 15, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF),
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
Kathos Sigon: 42, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 ATK, -1 DEF, -1 SATK)
[/spoiler]

Custom Rulings
[spoiler]

• Hunger status: Hungry (-2 to all accuracy and skill check rolls), Very Hungry (-4 to rolls), Starving (-6 to rolls)
  
• Thirst status: Thirsty (-2 to rolls), Very Thirsty (-4 to rolls), Dehydrated (-6 to rolls)
  
• Just roll normally, I'll add in these status effects to rolls once needed.
  
• One Survival check per day required, related with how you fare within that day over all.
  
• Limits on what could be found on a single day regardless of how often you try.
  

Status:

• If started new day as this specific status:
  
• Hungry, then lose 1/8 HP
  
• Very Hungry, then lose 2/8 HP
  
• Starving, then lose 3/8 HP
  
• Thirsty, then lose 1/5 HP
  
• Very Thirsty, then lose 2/5 HP
  
• Dehydrated, then lose 3/5 HP

[/spoiler]

The cruise had been fantastic! Sigon was astounded by the sheer amount of activities and services that could be packed into such a small area. The ship had everything; a bowling alley, a miniature water park, an on-deck pool, an arcade room, you name it. If there was something you could ask for on a cruise, this one probably had it. Sigon had kept himself and his Pok?mon busy for hours on end since the commute began. Perhaps the best part was that all the services were already included in the price of the ticket. Passengers were free to do whatever they wanted! And by the look of it, Sigon wasn't the only one taking advantage of it all.

It had been either a long day or a short day, depending on how you looked at it. The trio of trainer and Pok?mon had done so much, but it's an unfortunate truth that time flies when you're having fun. It was beginning to grow late and Sigon had decided that he should wind down a bit so he would have an easier time getting to sleep that night. At this hour he had taken his Pok?mon to grab a bite to eat at one of the restaurants around the ship, much to the elation of little Parfait. That area of the ship was fairly empty at this hour ? only a couple other people scattered around at random tables. It was one of the benefits of choosing to eat dinner several hours later than everybody else. Sigon quite enjoyed the quiet atmosphere. It was a shame Parfait didn't seem to share the same appreciation for relative silence, especially when it was sure to vocalize its unadulterated excitement to eat for the whole restaurant to hear.

"Parfait! Shhhh!" he tried to keep his own voice low so at least one of them wasn't bothering the other customers, "Some people might be trying to sleep!" At this hour, he honestly would have been kind of surprised to find that some people were already getting some shut-eye, but surely there were some old couples on board that go to bed as soon as it starts getting dark. Either way, the sleeping quarters were were several floors beneath them and were properly soundproofed, so it was unlikely the excited yelling would make it that far anyway. Sigon just needed to make sure he got his point across, and it seemed to work. The Togepi wasn't quite willing to go totally silent, but it had lowered its volume considerably, which was acceptable. He'd clearly have to work on Parfait's manners next time he had time. But for now, getting the most satisfaction possible out of the ship was all he wanted to worry about, so long as it didn't disturb the rest of the fares.

'Monuments and treasures linger, lost but never gone.'

Sigon suddenly began chewing his salad much slower as he heard the voice of someone in the back of his mind. He didn't believe it to be his own thoughts, even in the quiet when his inner voices seemed to speak the loudest. Something was speaking to him. "What...?" he said quietly, not quite realizing that he had spoken out loud. Parfait glanced up at him with a face of mild confusion.

The wobbling of the ship as it made its way through the water suddenly grew a little more powerful. Sigon could see the water on his glass sloshing back in forth between the edges of the cup. There was some minor chatter here and there amongst the few still remaining in the restaurant at this hour, including the workers. Judging by their reactions, feeling the movement of the sea in a ship this size was unusual, but rarely something to worry about.

'Your heart will yearn for silver, gold, and all that shines with luster.' The voice spoke again.

Unsure of what it could possibly mean, and still quite confused about where this voice was even coming from, Sigon chose to ignore it, hoping it would go away. His priorities now were on making sure he was fed and that Togepi was quiet enough as he gorged himself on all the food he was given.

"Do you want some, Sting?" He skewered a large bit of his salad with his fork and offered it over his shoulder to the sword-shaped Pok?mon fastened securely to his back. Despite having fed the Honedge many times before, Sigon still wasn't quite clear how the Pok?mon ate the food. He wasn't really sure if the sword needed food to survive or if it even had internal organs that it could use to digest it. Many great Pok?mon mysteries rattled at his mind, but how to feed a sword was perhaps one of the most surreal among them. Still, Sting happily took the food.

'Apathy and negligence will reap disaster sown.?

For a moment, Sigon almost attempted to make light of the cryptic patterns he was beginning to notice in the way the voice was speaking, but as if to assure he would do nothing of the sort, a massive wave smashed into the side of the ship, rocking it much more than expected. Sigon's drink practically flew off the table, and his salad followed after it. Parfait had stumbled off the table and faceplanted into the floor below. One of the people at another table had actually been thrown out of his chair. Several pictures fell off the walls and one of the windows shattered. Sigon was sure now that whatever storm they had crossed paths with was a little more than just merely "unusual". Soon after the batter, the captain's voice could be heard over the intercom, urging everyone on board to return to their quarters; the storm was a little more extreme than expected.

"He sounds a little worried," he observed, sounded worried himself as he pulled Parfait into his arms and rose to his feet, "I hope this is something they can handle."

The entire time he had been eating, he hadn't so much as glanced out the window. All he knew was that before he had entered the building the weather was particularly nice, if a mite chilly since the sun had already retreated over the horizon. Now it was pouring rain like the world was ending. Not only was the storm growing intense at alarming rates, but it had also apparently struck very suddenly. All anyone could hope for now was that the storm wouldn't grow any worse. The ship was already making creaking sounds that it didn't sound like it should make.

A second wave crashed into the ship, shaking the floor beneath them and threatening to throw Sigon to the ground. Luckily, there was a wall nearby he could use to keep his balance. Visibly shaken, he decided that the captain's suggestion was perhaps a good idea to listen to. He hoped so, anyway. He made his way for the door, knowing from his journey up to the restaurant that the stairwell leading to the cabins was only a few meters from the restaurant's exit, grabbed the door and opened it up. Rain poured in through the new opening and Togepi began shrieking and crying in his frightened state.

"Don't worry, Parfait! We'll make it!" Between the now-constant crashing of the waves against the side of the ship and the roaring of the rain as it drenched the deck, the trainer's efforts to comfort his Pok?mon were practically futile. Even if the Togepi could hear its trainer, Sigon wasn't sure any amount of kind reassuring words would make him feel any safer. The best course of action now would be to just get to the safest place on the ship, which Sigon assumed was the cabins seeing as that was wear the captain was sending everyone.

A brilliant flash of lightning lit up the sky, and then everything plummeted into disaster. By this point, the waves were growing frighteningly furious, tossing the ship all over the place. One particularly strong wave crashed and threw Sigon several meters across the ship and straight through the window of another nearby building, inside of which he smashed the side of his head against the corner of a table. Once he hit the ground, he slid several more feet, scraping against the glass that had shattered all over the floor. He screamed in pain, very nearly blacking out after the head injury. He had thankfully managed to protect Togepi from most of the damage, but things were quickly falling out of their favor and he didn't want to risk the poor baby Pok?mon's well-being any further. He hated the idea of imprisoning his best friends in little balls that he kept in his bag, but to keep them protected in the middle of a storm, he didn't feel he was left with much choice.

"Parfait, return!" He held up his standard red-and-white Pok? Ball. A beam of red light flew out of the circle on its front, engulfed the egg-shaped Pok?mon, and pulled it inside. There, Sigon hoped, he would be safe. He was much less worried about Sting, whether because the Pok?mon's defense made it very resilient or because it wasn't always easy to think of a dangerously sharpened rod of metal to be anything but a sword. It didn't seem to matter to Sigon. To him, the holster on his back was as safe a place as any Pok? Ball for a weapon like that.

Satisfied now that his Pok?mon were safe, he took advantage of the mere moments of what seemed like the storm was calming down to jump back out the window he'd been thrown through and make a run for the stairwell. To his luck, he made it just before another force of the tide shoved the boat to the side. Instead of being thrown across the deck of the ship, he was tossed into the hallway. The force of the impact knocked the wind out of him before he fell to the ground and tumbled down the rest of the stairs. More blunt pain rocketed all around his body and he thought for a moment that he might have broken a bone or two. The pain faded momentarily and he got back on his feet to run for his room, but he was cut short when the storm took yet another turn for the worse.

Sigon felt his heart sink as the sound of one more wave smashed into the ship, not because he was once again shoved into a wall because of it, but because the shrieking sound of scraping metal that filled the air afterward. The ship had taken a fatal blow and was undoubtedly preparing to take a dive into the water from which it wouldn't return. Screaming could be heard coming from several of the cabins. Men, women, and children everywhere were perhaps as terrified as Sigon.

Three of the cabin doors ahead of him on the left side flew open, letting out no less than a foot of water that head filled them, and several passengers came running out. They had likely already condemned the boat, and their frantic racing for the stairwell prompted Sigon to turn right back around and head back where he came. At this point, no doubt the only thing left to do was jump ship and hope the raging of the storm didn't tear them to shreds.

By this time, the floor was wobbling all over and balancing was nearly impossible. Ever so often, a larger wave would crunch up against the ship and tear another hole in it. The floor began to slant at an angle, confirming their deepest fears that the ship was capsizing. But then, just ahead of them, a loud crash echoed through the hallway, followed by the roof of the hallway caving in right in front of them.

"No, no, NO!" he yelled, dropping to his knees and trying with every effort to clear the blockage. A couple of the others ran over to join him, but most of what was blocking them was either far too heavy or jammed much too firmly into other parts of the wreckage. It soon became clear that there was definitely no escaping through there anymore. Meanwhile the hallways were filling with water, already rising above their ankles. Time was running out quickly.

He turned around and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Run! Head for the emergency exit!" The others, thankfully, had the presence of mind to listen, and together they all ran as fast they could through the water-filled hallway, passing several cabins which by now had also emptied the hallway, before coming to a dead end of debris and caved-in hallway where the only other exit should have been. They were trapped!

So this was it. This was how it was going to end for Sigon. He would be found several months later by some search-and-recover crew at the bottom of the ocean, pronounced dead along with hundreds of others, televised all over the world as a victim in one of the most tragic disasters of the decade. Many of the others had been sobbing since before they even left the cabins, mumbling about how there was no hope and they were all doomed. Sigon held on to hope before, but even he was now preparing to join them in their pity party.

But then, just as he had thought the last of his hope had faded, a man ? possibly a lunatic ? charged right by him, straight into the debris. He seemed to be struggling quite a bit at first, not even budging the fixture of chaos blocking their way. Sigon didn't know if he should grab hold of the hope that he had just let go of or just go on without hope as he watched the man put every futile effort into lifting the obscenely heavy piece of shrapnel blocking their path. Given the choice, Sigon chose the former. This man would save him. He had to.

"Hrrr!" the man grunted. His efforts still seemed pointless, barely budging the debris, but then, to the surprise and amazement of everyone still around, the ceiling lifted off the ground, soon resting on the man's shoulders. He was visibly exerting every single bit of strength he could spare into maintaining the opening, through which most of the group immediately made way through, piling through the remainder of the hallway and into the escape rafts below.

"Go! Quickly! I can hold thi-" a rush of water that flooded through cut the man's words short. It wasn't enough to push anyone remaining further into or out of the hallway in itself, but it was certainly enough to motivate the rest of them to scurry through the opening while they still had the chance. "FASTER! It's going up!"

This was when Sigon took his opportunity and rushed by the man as fast as he could, making sure to let out a quick "Thank you!" as he did. He was the last one through, apparently. That is, except for a girl who seemed taken aback by the man's efforts and apparently was staying behind to encourage him. Or flirt with him; Sigon didn't know. But he didn't really care much to find out at this point. He had priority and not wasting the new hope the man had given him.

He moved as fast as he could to the end of the hallway, never taking his eyes off of the escape boats taking in passengers below. It was hard to decide if they really would provide more protection than just jumping into the ocean itself, but if that?s where the crew itself felt safe, then it would be good enough for Sigon.

Of course, he never really got the chance to find out, for just as he reached the end of the hallway, part of the wall collapsed, sending wood splintering all over the place. Sigon was quick enough to dodge out of the way just in time, but not before being impaled through the shoulder with one of the splinters, following by a great deal of falling things that effectively turned the last stretch of the walkway into a giant catapult, launching Sigon and at least one other person far into the air. It was almost poetic, he thought. He was mere feet from the rescue boats, where he had thought he would have been certain to survive. Instead, every effort he had put into surviving ultimately climaxed in his limp, skewered body somersaulting through the air like a rag doll. The force of the long "seesaw" that sent him up through the air also managed a number on his body ? he was starting to feel very woozy. Everything began to move in slow motion.

Below him, as he reached the apex of his "flight", he had a much better view of the wreckage that was once the ship. The force of the storm had torn it wide open, leaving holes all over the hull, through which the waves could freely pass through, causing even more damage to the inside. It didn't look as if a single window from any of the upper-floor buildings that was left intact. In fact, several of those buildings were missing much of their roofs. There was wreckage all over the deck. Some of it was loose items that were previously placed near or against walls; most of it was wood, metal, and other material that was once part of the ship. The mast wasn't even attacked the ship anymore, having been thrust into the water. It may or may not have also been struck by lightning.

Nothing below was a pretty picture, but now he was on his way back down. Picking up speed as he pirouetted toward the vessel once more. He closed his eyes, preparing for the horrible pain the impact would cause. Would he break a bone? Would he sheer his spinal cord and reduced to a vegetable? Would he die?

He found out when he plowed skewered-shoulder-first into the wooden floor, then toppled toward the side of the ship that was sinking the fastest. Whether by luck or misfortune, he couldn't decide, but he managed to fall through the doorway of one of the smaller buildings, which caught him quite a few meters before he would have reached the raging sea. With the way his vision was fading, he couldn?t tell what the building was used for before all the chaos struck, but he did decide that it was a much more desirable place to land than in the furious ocean below him. At least for the moment.

Amidst all the pummeling he had taken by the storm as it ravaged the ship, Sigon found himself unable to move. He couldn't even call for help anymore. Even worse, he was losing consciousness. If someone didn't find him, he feared that this may really mean the end for him. He would drown in the tempestuous waters below, and all he had to comfort him was his own thoughts...

'It?s trouble you have found, the peril?s only just begun.'

...And the aberrant disembodied voice that had begun periodically speaking to him. If he wasn't already expecting that his death was growing ever closer, Sigon perhaps would have made every effort to ignore it. But here, now, in what he very well believed to be his final hours, the voice was all the comfort he was likely to receive. Maybe he really was alone ? maybe the voice was only a part of him and he just wanted it to be something separate from himself. Whatever the case, it was the closest thing to another person he had with him. Other than Sting, who was still fastened to his back, but whom he may as well have forgotten about. He didn?t seem like the talkative sort anywho.

'What's going to happen to me?' Sigon asked silently. It felt strange speaking without using your voice, but in this moment it was actually convenient. Sigon was effectively paralyzed from head to toe other than his eyes and lungs and other vital body processes. Speaking was out of the question, but using his mind to communicate was not.

Nevertheless, silence. The voice was nowhere to be heard. Had Sigon's thoughts been lost? Perhaps he was wrong. Maybe he really did need to speak audibly in order for the voice to hear him. That or the voice was at a loss for words. It was seemingly clear what would happen to him, but the future was obviously impossible to see. Sigon may survive yet, though he had all but abandoned the last of his hope. He wasn't sure if the voice really wasn't sure, if it didn't care, or if Sigon was meant to take the silence as an answer. Either way, it didn't help him at all. He still wasn?t sure what he was going to do, or what he he could do.

His arms and legs began to tingle with that weird itchy feeling you get when you sleep on your arm for too long in an uncomfortable position. The vicious roaring of the waves and the storm engulfing the ship started to sound muffled. His eyesight grew more and more blurry. His will to stay conscious was beginning to fade. In his mind, he already knew he was going to die. He was so ready to resign himself to his fate and let the world go on without him.

'What do I have to do?' he asked. He wasn't sure why; if he was going to die, there was little he could do anyway. Maybe somewhere deep inside, there was a part of him that knew he still had a chance. He just had to believe. He just had to try. He just had hope for the impossible.

'Trifle, struggle, though you fear, remember why you?re here.' the voice replied, making it known that it hadn't abandoned the poor trainer.

The response was hardly helpful, but it was perhaps the only answer he would get. "Why?" Sigon asked. He was able to force himself to speak, albeit barely audibly. "Why am I here?" Then he blacked out.


// At this point, I can't tell if the ship is made from wood, metal, or some combination of the two, so I'm just using whatever works best for the situation. : P //

Quote from: Throndir on January 14, 2015, 08:32:56 PM
Oreah
You venture out once more after your rest, looking to see if there would be anything else that you would find lying about. You found some berry and fruit bearing plants, you took the batch of them, cleaning the bushes off with the berries. You weren't entirely sure if they were poisonous or not, but it was still something. There was debris that you had seen earlier not that far from your camp-site, so you had made your way to that location to find anything else that could help you.

[info]Oreak to roll Perception to find things at the debris site.
+1 Food[/info]

[spoiler]Perception Roll[blockquote]Rolled 2d6-2 : 6, 6 - 2, total 10[/blockquote][/spoiler]

Though exhausted, Daniel couldn't help but smile and chuckle at the sight of his partner. "Geez, Bolt, I hope you realize some of those may have made you ill!" He reprimands the Shinx while kneeling down to wipe his mouth of the berry remnants. "Now then, what have you found, there, huh?" Daniel takes the bit of vegetation that Bolt had gathered and brought back with his to look over what could be used. And overall, he was impressed. "These are all very good edibles, Bolt! You're getting good at foraging- wait, what's this?" Daniel digs up a single berry that stood out from the rest. "...This is a Starf berry! They're fairly uncommon, good find. Hmm...perhaps I could plant it to get more in a few days. Not sure of the soil quality here, though. May as well see if I can find a nice soil patch in the nearby area." Daniel was petting Bolt's head gently while looking around for a good place to start looking, leading the Shinx to purr lightly and finally relax a little.

Daniel took a little while to search around the encampment, hoping there were some decent soil to plant the berry, along with a few of the other simple ones Bolt had found. Sacrificing a few to planting could give them a constant food supply, and the trees could be recycled for mulch for better soil. All they needed was a starting point...

[spoiler]I THINK this is covered with survival as well. But just in case, I'll roll perception, too.
[blockquote]Perception:  3d6+1 : 5, 4, 4 + 1, total 14[/blockquote][/spoiler]

During the time Daniel had been waiting for Bolt, he'd managed to bring the unconscious stranger to the newly-built shelter, as well as get a small amount of fishing done; though the fishing wasn't entirely successful, it did yield a couple small fish. Daniel had done his best to bed the interior with soft brush and grass so they'd get a good rest, but there was no guarantee it would be an easy night. He only hoped the storm didn't kick back up. But worrying about the future would not help them in the present, and this man needed medical attention and nutrition. Daniel took a few of the herbs and berries, broke out his cooking kit, started a fire, and began simmering and stewing them to get a light, hearty vegetable broth. After carefully straining and cooling the mix, he propped up the man and carefully funneled some into his stomach. It may not be a gourmet meal, but would give the body a means to recover.

After he was sure the man had a decent fill to get him through the night, Daniel divvied up the preserves from the stewing, reintroducing them to the remainder of the mixture. With a little finesse balancing the water he had available thanks to his filter, he managed to make a light soup for Bolt and himself. Along with some fire-grilled perch he'd managed to catch, it was a fine, if slightly bland meal. Nonetheless it was pleasant, leaving the duo with a satisfied feeling after a hard day. Of course, it wasn't over. If anything, night would be worse. But if he played he cards right he may even be able to catch a pokemon native to the island; he just needed to keep his wits about him. It was a surprise, actually, that he hadn't seen any local wildlife, and that made him a little nervous. Why would they avoid the area? It seemed uninhabited by humans, so there should be plenty of pokemon around. Well, either way, he'd just have to wait. After all, who knows how long he'd be here.

But before turning in for the night, Daniel decided to sit with Bolt to enjoy a little stargazing. After all, they were miles from civilization, and they may as well make the best of the situation. It certainly didn't disappoint, either; the sky was beautiful. It only drove home how blessed he was to survive the wreck. If only he could have saved more, so they may have had the chance to feel the same way.

Her legs were all scratched up, but they were not broken. They were weak and numb from the cold waters, but not broken. Remembering the night before, she thought that maybe she had sprained an ankle. Or both of them. Taking a second look at them, Letina decided to brace them. Her legs were too numb from being in the cold water for so long to feel if there was pain. Her back, however, was a different matter. It hurt, and she knew the cause of its pain. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it. Luckily, it was not broken, just really really bruised.

With her wounds taken care of to the best of her abilities and with what she had to work with, Letina turned her attention to examine her damaged tent. Upon first looking at it, she had seen a fairly large tear, but there was a chance that it was still salvageable. It might not look like a tent in the end, but she might be able to use it to make some other sort of makeshift shelter. Upon a closer look, the tear did not look as bad, since she could work around it. However, most of the poles were either broken or had gone missing, probably sunk to the bottom of the ocean. That was fine, she could improvise with wood or just drape the tent fabric over something, like how she had seen some survivalists on the television do.

That done, the young woman decided it was time she take a better look at her surroundings. Blaise, Quilz, and Coalee had entered the forested area in search of firewood and other survivors who might have already awakened and ventured further in. She was not sure how long it had been since she had jumped off the ship, so there was a chance that it had already been a day or two. When the three Pok?mon got back, she would move further in to search for a decent place to make a camp. Until then, she should stay near where they had left her so Coalee would not have trouble leading them all back.[ Her stomach gurgled, reminding her that she had forgotten to ask them to look for food, too. Maybe she would do a little fishing... If she could figure out how to make a fishing rod.

Looking out over the ocean before her, Letina saw a lot of floating debris. Some of the debris from the ship had already been pushed onto the beach. Not all of what had been washed up was debris, either. "..." How had she not noticed the dead bodies before? What if some of them were not actually dead, but unconscious like she had been? She could help them! Or, if they were not able to be saved, she could take what useful items they might have on them so as to better increase the survival of herself and whoever else she might find. Maybe she could even find an undamaged tent and a water filter to replace her own damaged ones.

"..." Upset with herself for desiring to take advantage of dead people's belongings, Letina made a prayer for the deceased and that she may find and help other survivors. This did not mean that she would not salvage what usable items she could, especially since there was a chance that she could find more medical supplies to help others with. That decided, she moved foward, still crawling, to the nearest person or object.



More worried about Letina than themselves, the three fire-type Pok?mon made their way into the forest. Their mother had said to search for firewood and survivors, but they knew she meant to include other things, like food, water, and shelter. She just had a lot of things on her mind. But that was okay, they would take care of her so she could concentrate on more important things. Such as getting them off the island and back home.

They did not want to go too deep into the trees, just in case, but did not worry about getting lost, since Coalee could sniff out the trail back to Letina.

[spoiler=Letina]Survival: [blockquote]Rolled 2d6-2 : 1, 3 - 2, total 2[/blockquote]
Perception: [blockquote]Rolled 3d6+5 : 6, 2, 2 + 5, total 15[/blockquote][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Blaise, Quilz, and Coalee look for provisions.]Blaise Perception: [blockquote]Rolled 2d6 : 4, 1, total 5[/blockquote]
Quilz Perception: [blockquote]Rolled 3d6 : 4, 3, 3, total 10[/blockquote]
Coalee Perception: [blockquote]Rolled 2d6+1 : 3, 5 + 1, total 9[/blockquote][/spoiler]

Oreah
Reaching the rubble site, most of it was junk. There were bits of floating wood, and pieces from the ship however you did managed to find a damaged box on the shore. After opening it you pulled out an Antidote. The other bottles in there were already broken and unsalvageable however.

[okay]Oreha receives:
-Antidote[/okay]

Daniel
Looking around the encampment you had found what looked to be good-enough soil for planting. It wasn't the best, and nor did the berry bush look very healthy but it was something. At the very least there were already a couple of berry bushes that were growing here. You gathered the berries that you found and prepared to make your way back to your camp.

[okay]Daniel receives:
-Rawst Berry
-Cheri Berry

Daniel finds:
-+0 Soil Quality mound[/okay]

Letina
Your Pok?mon eventually come back after a few hours with Coalee leading them. They looked worn out, and you wondered what kind of adventures they had had while they were looking for any sort of food and firewood for both you and them. However, they had only come back with a few branches, though the branches were still too wet to be used for any sort of fire. They did bring some food, and it was enough to last for the rest of the day, but you knew you would need find more for tomorrow.

As you looked around your current area, you did find some floating debris which you easily picked up. It was a bottle  what you recognized to be a potion. The further along the coast you searched, you didn't find any other materials or resources to use, but you did come upon what looked to be a girl, dragging an unconscious man to shore. They were still a distance away, and they didn't quite get a sight of you just yet.

[okay]Letina recieves:
-Potion
-+1 Food[/okay]

QuoteDaily Survival - Day 1
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16, resolved
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2, resolved
Oreah: 13, resolved
Sigon: 0
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Total Survival
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2
Oreah: 13
Sigon: 0
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Resources
[spoiler]Aran
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Daniel
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 2 Person Shelter
Misc: +0 Soil Quality Mound

Garret
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Kram
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Oreah
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 1 Person Shelter

Letina
Food: 1
Water: 0
Shelter: 50% of Horrible 1 Person Shelter

Sigon
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Vinny
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None[/spoiler]

Action Points Drained
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 5
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 1
Oreah: 0
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 0[/spoiler]

Damage Taken
[spoiler]Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 15, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF),
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
Kathos Sigon: 42, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 ATK, -1 DEF, -1 SATK)
[/spoiler]

Custom Rulings
[spoiler]

• Hunger status: Hungry (-2 to all accuracy and skill check rolls), Very Hungry (-4 to rolls), Starving (-6 to rolls)
  
• Thirst status: Thirsty (-2 to rolls), Very Thirsty (-4 to rolls), Dehydrated (-6 to rolls)
  
• Just roll normally, I'll add in these status effects to rolls once needed.
  
• One Survival check per day required, related with how you fare within that day over all.
  
• Limits on what could be found on a single day regardless of how often you try.
  

Status:

• If started new day as this specific status:
  
• Hungry, then lose 1/8 HP
  
• Very Hungry, then lose 2/8 HP
  
• Starving, then lose 3/8 HP
  
• Thirsty, then lose 1/5 HP
  
• Very Thirsty, then lose 2/5 HP
  
• Dehydrated, then lose 3/5 HP

[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Retcon rolls]These are for when I healed Kathos. Didn't realize I could spend multiple action points to continue healing. So 4 more Med checks

[blockquote]Edu: Medicine 1:  3d6+2 : 2, 4, 1 + 2, total 9[/blockquote]
[blockquote]Edu: Medicine 2:  3d6+2 : 3, 3, 4 + 2, total 12[/blockquote]
[blockquote]Edu: Medicine 3:  3d6+2 : 6, 2, 1 + 2, total 11[/blockquote]
[blockquote]Edu: Medicine 4:  3d6+2 : 1, 5, 6 + 2, total 14[/blockquote][/spoiler]

Kathos Sigon
Though still unconscious, Daniel's continual treatment on you since the day began had begun to takes it effect. Sometime past midnight you will wake up and be conscious.

[okay]Sigon heals 22 HP.[/okay]

QuoteDaily Survival - Day 1
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16, resolved
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2, resolved
Oreah: 13, resolved
Sigon: 0
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Total Survival
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2
Oreah: 13
Sigon: 0
Vinny: ?[/spoiler]

Resources
[spoiler]Aran
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Daniel
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 2 Person Shelter
Misc: +0 Soil Quality Mound

Garret
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Kram
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Oreah
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 1 Person Shelter

Letina
Food: 1
Water: 0
Shelter: 50% of Horrible 1 Person Shelter

Sigon
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Vinny
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None[/spoiler]

Action Points Drained
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 5
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 1
Oreah: 0
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 0[/spoiler]

Damage Taken
[spoiler]Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 15, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF),
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
Kathos Sigon: 42, 3 injuries (-1 ATK, -1 DEF, -1 SATK)
[/spoiler]

Custom Rulings
[spoiler]

• Hunger status: Hungry (-2 to all accuracy and skill check rolls), Very Hungry (-4 to rolls), Starving (-6 to rolls)
  
• Thirst status: Thirsty (-2 to rolls), Very Thirsty (-4 to rolls), Dehydrated (-6 to rolls)
  
• Just roll normally, I'll add in these status effects to rolls once needed.
  
• One Survival check per day required, related with how you fare within that day over all.
  
• Limits on what could be found on a single day regardless of how often you try.
  

Status:

• If started new day as this specific status:
  
• Hungry, then lose 1/8 HP
  
• Very Hungry, then lose 2/8 HP
  
• Starving, then lose 3/8 HP
  
• Thirsty, then lose 1/5 HP
  
• Very Thirsty, then lose 2/5 HP
  
• Dehydrated, then lose 3/5 HP

[/spoiler]

After that successful time spent scavenging what she could, Oreah decided that after looking around for more drinkable water so that she would have something to drink the next day. After that, she would rest at her camp, and try to heal up her wounds from the voyage and storm from the night before.

After quite the spectacle of heroic poses, Vinny finally realized that there was still work to be done. Sure, sitting there and looking like he was all that and a bag of chips certainly was useful in its own way, and was in no way conceited or a waste of time, but this was an island. There were probably berries all over the place! He and Kimmel would have the time of their lives!

Just as he was about to dart off into the wild green yonder with the trees and the bushes and delectable berries, Vinny stopped dead in his tracks, for then, in that moment, his stomach roared with the primal growl of hunger. It was in that moment that he came to realize that he hadn't eaten since breakfast time the previous day. He was starving. Oh, dear, this was no way to go out berry picking! He had to fill that hole in his stomach with something! And fast!

Someone with the ability to identify berries might have just eaten those as they collected them, but not Vinny. Besides, if he are them while he collected them, how could he know at the end how many he had collected? The whole concept of it just sounded like a bad idea to Vinny. And so it had to wait. Lucky for him, he just happened to have packed his good old trusty Old Rod for the trip! Originally he was just going to fish off the side of the ship and hope to catch a Magikarp, but apparently that was dangerous, illegal, and some other words that he couldn't understand.

He slung his backpack around his shoulder, unzipped it, and retrieved the trusty line and pole, all in one swift motion, returning the pack to his back after he did so. The rod was rather old, as the name implied, and unfortunately wasn't the best rod in the world, but it certainly had its merits. For starters, it indeed had the ability to hook a Magikarp, which is unarguably the most important aspect of any rod. Once he heard about that, he knew that paying extra for any "better" rod was simply a waste of money. Or at least that's what he would tell himself until he could afford a Super Rod.

After a quick walk of the beach to find the best fishing spot, he perched himself upon a rock, attached the lure to the end of the fishing line, and cast the reel out to see. There, he waited, his patience everlasting as the seconds turned to more seconds. He was hungry, and he never thought he'd say this in his life, but for once he thought he just might rather catch a regular boring fish instead of a Magikarp this time. Maybe a Goldeen would do...

[spoiler=Rolls for fishing, plus a perception check to see if he sees Kram]
Fishing: [blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 6, total 6[/blockquote]

Athletics: [blockquote]Rolled 3d6+6 : 2, 5, 6 + 6, total 19[/blockquote]

Perception: [blockquote]Rolled 2d6-2 : 5, 5 - 2, total 8[/blockquote][/spoiler]

[spoiler=While waiting for his lure to catch a Pok?mon, Vinny leans back against his rock. 'Hmm...' He thinks, 'I guess I should roll to see how well I'll survive today.'][blockquote]Survival Roll: 4d6+6 : 2, 5, 6, 3 + 6, total 22[/blockquote][/spoiler]

Oreah
Try as you might, you weren't able to find any more sources of water. It was already getting late and you decided to head back to your camp, and start anew the next day.

Vinny
It wasn't long in your fishing, just a few minutes exactly, when in the distance you saw what looked to be a girl dragging a raft to the shore and beach. She looked like she was having a hard time, and the waves continued to push her back into the water.

However at that moment something snagged your line, and as you reeled it in you realized that it was some simple fish to be eaten.

[okay]5 minutes spent fishing. No Pokemon, but gained +1 food. Roll d20 for every 5 minutes more of fishing you wish to do.[/okay]

QuoteDaily Survival - Day 1
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 16, fully resolved (2 food, 1 water, shelter)
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2, fully resolved (1 food, 0 water, no shelter)
Oreah: 13, fully resolved (2 food, 1 water, shelter)
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 22, not resolved (1 food)[/spoiler]

Total Survival
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2
Oreah: 13
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 22[/spoiler]

Resources
[spoiler]Aran
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Daniel
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 2 Person Shelter
Misc: +0 Soil Quality Mound

Garret
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Kram
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Oreah
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 1 Person Shelter

Letina
Food: 1
Water: 0
Shelter: 50% of Horrible 1 Person Shelter

Sigon
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Vinny
Food: 1
Water: ?
Shelter: None[/spoiler]

Action Points Drained
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 5
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 1
Oreah: 0
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 0[/spoiler]

Damage Taken
[spoiler]Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 15, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF),
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
Kathos Sigon: 42, 3 injuries (-1 ATK, -1 DEF, -1 SATK)
[/spoiler]

Custom Rulings
[spoiler]

• Hunger status: Hungry (-2 to all accuracy and skill check rolls), Very Hungry (-4 to rolls), Starving (-6 to rolls)
  
• Thirst status: Thirsty (-2 to rolls), Very Thirsty (-4 to rolls), Dehydrated (-6 to rolls)
  
• Just roll normally, I'll add in these status effects to rolls once needed.
  
• One Survival check per day required, related with how you fare within that day over all.
  
• Limits on what could be found on a single day regardless of how often you try.
  

Status:

• If started new day as this specific status:
  
• Hungry, then lose 1/8 HP
  
• Very Hungry, then lose 2/8 HP
  
• Starving, then lose 3/8 HP
  
• Thirsty, then lose 1/5 HP
  
• Very Thirsty, then lose 2/5 HP
  
• Dehydrated, then lose 3/5 HP

[/spoiler]

Gentle waves sloshed against the rock Vinny had perched himself upon while he fished, but the wonderful tranquility of the growing dusk was sadly difficult to enjoy on the emptiest of all stomachs. That's why he was left with a wonderful feeling when at last he felt a tug on his reel. He grinned widely as he prepared himself to battle the creature that he had ensnared. This was the moment of truth. Would he be forced to on for several more seconds in this state of immense hunger or would fill the bottomless emptiness in his belly with this delicious morsel?

That was the question that was almost left unanswered when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. It was a woman who at first seemed alone, but on closer inspection, he found that there was also an unconscious man on the raft she was trying to manage all by herself. Ordinarily, he wouldn't worry about it. Women were usually pretty good at handling things on their own and he was very preoccupied, but this woman seemed to be going through quite the struggle in keeping the raft from getting caught in the tides and drifting back out to sea.

In that moment, Vinny had a choice. He could go on fishing, which he and Kimmel both agreed was among the things he did best; or he could stop everything and do what was probably considered the right thing to do by going and helping the woman secure the raft and probably save the life of the man in the process. It was not an easy choice, to be sure. Fishing was one of the things he most looked forward to on this trip, after all. Did he really have it in him to give up his hopes and dreams for the sake of someone who potentially could do it without him?

Of course he did! Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even realize he had already reeled in the fish he had on his line. But when he was hit with the realization, it was settled. He would help this struggling woman by lending her his vastly superior muscular power. First, however, he needed to ensure that he didn't lose his fishing gear while he was away. And he had just the ingenious plan!

"Kimmel!" he called out, remembering that he never returned the glorious fish Pok?mon to its Pok? Ball at any point during the wreck, "Vhere are you?"

It took the fish Pok?mon some time, but true to his owner's command, Magikarp made great haste in meeting up with Vinny, breaching the water with absolute finesse that Vinny was sure he would never grow bored of spectating. Finally, as if to put the cherry on the cake, Kimmel made a landing directly beside Vinny, only flopping around a little bit as he made do with his out-of-water experience.

"Zere you are, meine Liebe!" Vinny exclaimed quite excitedly, "You must carry on with mein Angeln!" Without missing a beat, the fish trainer reached into his bag and retrieved a length of rope perfect for what he had in mind to fulfill both his dreams at once. Returning the pack to its position on his back, he crouched down and got right to work. The first order of business was to tie the rope around the fish Pok?mon without binding its movements and ensure it was secure enough that it wouldn't unfasten itself while Vinny was away. Once he had satisfied himself that that part of the mission had completely, he took the old rod and pushed it into the rope with the Magikarp, who at this point had accepted his duty and ceased his light flopping motions.

"Zis makes me so proud, Kimmel!" Vinny was absolutely amazed at his wit and wisdom at the wonderful feat. Surely he would be hailed as one of the great minds of our time with this absolutely groundbreaking achievement. He now had a fish fishing for fish! It was so magnificent and poetic that he could cry. And he might have if it weren't for slightly more-pressing matters. He had elsewhere to be.

With that, he turned and jumped off of his rock, beelining hastily for the woman in question and the man whom she was putting great effort into saving. The closer Vinny got, the more he found that she was in need of help. He arrived just as she was had lost hold of the makeshift raft, but this magnificently-built Magikarp trainer was keen enough to grab hold of it before it was lost to the riptides. This also served to give the woman another chance to grab hold of it, and together they dragged the piece of ship ashore, unconscious man and all.

"Thank so mu?" The woman started, but she was almost immediately cut off by Vinny.

"Don't szank me yet, Fr?ulein! Zis man needs medical attention!" Vinny was honestly surprised this man was even still alive. He had wounds all over the place. Broken arms, a long splinter impaled through his chest, and several other injuries that Vinny wasn't quite sure he wanted to describe. The lady's gratefulness was appreciated even if he didn't quite show it, but Vinny had to insist that she save her thanks until he was sure he had done his part in ensuring this man's survival.

[spoiler=Vinny's not exactly proficient in Medicine, but it happens to be his only Edu stat that isn't Pathetic, so it's still worth something, I hope.][blockquote]Medicine: 2d6-2 : 5, 3 - 2, total 6[/blockquote][/spoiler]


// Translations: meine Liebe = my love
Angeln = Fishing
Fr?ulein = Miss/Woman/Lady //

Vinny
With the lack of any other equipment, you weren't able to do much. You were able to appraise the man's general condition though, and he had severe injuries throughout his body. There were splinters and other objects that had pierced his body in multiple places, but what surprised you the most that even though he was unconscious he was still alive. This particular man had a great deal of endurance, but you still realized that his wounds could be fatal if left untreated.

There was a problem though, there was no hospital that you knew of on the island, nor did you have any sort of first-aid kit to really help.

"Ahhhh-

This is difficult"

The girl said as she was left alone. Bulbasaur, who should have been with her, suddenly saw a tree past the shoreline and the Pokemon couldn't help but ram into it until both the tree and itself were unconscious. The little miss toiled over the raft that held the poor and deficient Pokemon trainer Kram.

It was a great shame that the accompanying Bulbasaur had turned into a complete nut-case. Maybe, just maybe, if it had a bit more situational awareness, it might have been able to help the girl longer before it got distracted. Over the last few hours, she noticed that the Bulbasaur was losing its sanity. She figured that the poor thing finally cracked - as it continued to vine whip imaginary fire types along the way, making pictures with its vines like a human would with their hands, or bumping its head against the wooden raft for hours. The last action had the girl curious as the Bulbasaur was rather enjoying itself as opposed to feeling a mild headache. She could've sworn there was some sort of furious glint in its eyes when it saw the tree up ahead.

'Abandoning its loving master, and having finally cracked, who could've blamed the poor thing?? She thought.

Well.

It didn't change the fact that it was much harder to pull the raft upshore all by herself.

'If only I had a random muscular man to help me'
'Then I'd easily be able to help Kram up!'

For just a few moments, she had pictured herself with manly muscles but quickly dismissed the thought when it appeared in her mind. A Machamp with pretty, black, long flowing hair - embarrassingly disturbing. No, no, just plain repulsive. Yuck. However, as if to answer her calls, a certain man-truck started speeding its way towards her. Looking in the man-truck?s direction, she saw what she believed to be a Magikarp fishing further behind him. Rather than thinking it was cannibalism, instead, the girl thought much to innocently:

'How creative'

'!'

In the midst of that thought, she lost her grip on the raft and Kram was slowly turning back towards the sea. As she was about to lunge towards the raft thinking of submerging herself once more into the water to grab on, a thicker, wider arm to the side had placed a firm grip on the raft. She didn't care where the help had come from, but she could guess it was from that man-truck earlier. For the moment she lost her grip, she had lost sight of the man-truck.

Pulling the unconscious Kram ashore a fair distance away, she turned to look at Mr. Man Truck.

"Thank you so much" she wanted to say, but couldn't get it out as the truck started talking.

"Don't szank me yet, Fr?ulein! Zis man needs medical attention!" It said.

She had to agree with Mr. Strange-strange-accent Man. Helping Kram's grievous looking wounds was the first priority, but perhaps it might be best to seek out more help, find more supplies. Sadly it looked like the beach had been recently foraged, and neither she nor Mr. Jutting Blasters had any tools specifically to aid him. This was why she had thought of finding more help, perhaps even venturing further into the island or asking the man-truck before her if he had seen anyone.

'Now if only there was a survivalist here' she was already blessed by the sudden appearance of Mr. Tank Muscles, and asking for any more seemed a bit unreasonable. After all, for more than half a day she had struggled along with Bulbasaur. Speaking of which, she saw the blue-green stump stupidly smiling in circles towards two fallen trees. In the time it took the girl and Mr. Super Strength to get Kram ashore, his Bulbasaur managed to fell another tree. At least it was conscious, she thought. That statement quickly became false when the blue-green stump rolled over topside once again.

And then Kram mumbled.

He remained unconscious, and the girl had troubles hearing exactly what he was saying. Slowly, swinging her hair behind her back and lowering her position to where Kram's head was, she put her ear to where she could feel his inhales and exhales. When she did, she could hear his voice, it was very weak, only a little, but it was there.

"...Bul...by..."

She was confused, what did Kram mean by ?Bulby??

'Bulby? As in a light bulb? But no, then why was the 'y' added? Was he simply incoherent, or was there some sort of message-'

'Oh. The Bulbasaur's name-what a horrible naming sense,' she concluded. Shrugging towards Mr. Doom Truck, the girl spoke up against his stature.

"Lets look for others. They can help us take care of Kram."

It was probably apparent that this 'Kram' she was referring to was actually the unconscious man on the ground. Before she would forget, the girl quickly asked for the stranger's name. It was awfully hard not to call him Mr. Truck Face with Muscles.

"But first, what's your name? I never got that." She asked.

Letina was in the process of examining the last body that had been washed on shore when her Pok?mon returned with some fresh branches and a few berries. The branches were still too green to be of much use. Considering how beat up they looked, she wondered if they had attacked trees to break branches off. The berries were just enough to last them for the rest of the day if she rationed them properly. Having not eaten most of the boat ride because of being sick, she was very hungry. The idea of having to ration herself was not a happy one.

"Good job, guys!" Letina praised the three for their finds. Even though the branches were not quite as useful as she had hoped they would be, she had not exactly spent time with her Pok?mon teaching them how to do such things. Not that she knew a whole lot about it. What minimal stuff she knew was what she had gleaned from watching shows on TV about survivalists and how they live in the wilds. "Why don't you all rest up for now?"

Once each Pok?mon was in his or her respective ball, she continued looking around. None of the bodies she had checked were still living. Neither did any of them have any sort of useful item that had not been completely destroyed in the storm, with the exception of simple things like clothing. But Letina was not about to go stripping corpses for their clothing. Ah! But what was this? The last body, which was also dead, had an unbroken bottle of potion. Letina pocketed the find, knowing it would come of use eventually. Probably more soon than she would like.

The bodies checked for life and looted of useful items if deceased, the young woman turned her attention to the rest of the debris.  Most of it was useless, being just a broken as the items the corpses had on them. She wondered how so little could have survived the storm when she had. How lucky she was to have survived and with only a few damaged items, too?

She eventually found a large, flat piece of what looked like a piece that had come from the ship. Until she could figure out what exactly to do with her damaged tent, she figured the piece would make due as a reasonable shelter if she propped it up against a tree and hung her tent over it to cover most of the openings. After picking out a tree that looked far enough away from the ocean's waters that she would not wake up soaking wet but close enough that she would not have to worry about her aching body giving out on her before she reached it, Letina began her work of dragging the large piece of debris to the tree.

The petite woman had finally dragged the piece to the tree when out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man dive into the ocean. She was not sure where the man had come from, he seemed to come out of nowhere. She paused, dropping the piece rather than propping it up against the tree, growing tired anyways, and watched as the man swam out towards sea, wondering who he was, where he had come from, and what he was doing. Why hadn't he come to help her? As she watched, the man swam up to what looked like a girl holding on to something with a large piece of wood sticking straight out of it. Good, she was glad someone else noticed the person out in sea. She was definitely not the best at swimming, so she would not have known what to do to help the girl.

As the man helped the girl drag whatever she had to shore, Letina trudged back to the beach to meet them. After all, if the man did not know medicine and the girl was injured, then she would be of help.

Letina, Vinny, and Kram
As both the girl and the man with the accent continued their conversation, Letina had approached, hoping to meet them.

QuoteDaily Survival - Day 1
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 16, fully resolved (2 food, 1 water, shelter)
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2, fully resolved (1 food, 0 water, no shelter)
Oreah: 13, fully resolved (2 food, 1 water, shelter)
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 22, not resolved (1 food)[/spoiler]

Total Survival
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2
Oreah: 13
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 22[/spoiler]

Resources
[spoiler]Aran
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Daniel
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 2 Person Shelter
Misc: +0 Soil Quality Mound

Garret
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Kram
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Oreah
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 1 Person Shelter

Letina
Food: 1
Water: 0
Shelter: 50% of Horrible 1 Person Shelter

Sigon
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Vinny
Food: 1
Water: ?
Shelter: None[/spoiler]

Action Points Drained
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 5
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 1
Oreah: 0
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 0[/spoiler]

Damage Taken
[spoiler]Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 15, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF),
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
Kathos Sigon: 42, 3 injuries (-1 ATK, -1 DEF, -1 SATK)
[/spoiler]

Custom Rulings
[spoiler]

• Hunger status: Hungry (-2 to all accuracy and skill check rolls), Very Hungry (-4 to rolls), Starving (-6 to rolls)
  
• Thirst status: Thirsty (-2 to rolls), Very Thirsty (-4 to rolls), Dehydrated (-6 to rolls)
  
• Just roll normally, I'll add in these status effects to rolls once needed.
  
• One Survival check per day required, related with how you fare within that day over all.
  
• Limits on what could be found on a single day regardless of how often you try.
  

Status:

• If started new day as this specific status:
  
• Hungry, then lose 1/8 HP
  
• Very Hungry, then lose 2/8 HP
  
• Starving, then lose 3/8 HP
  
• Thirsty, then lose 1/5 HP
  
• Very Thirsty, then lose 2/5 HP
  
• Dehydrated, then lose 3/5 HP

[/spoiler]

For a few moments, Vinny continued to look over the man's wounds, trying to find some way he might be able to fix them up even though he really didn't have a clue what he was doing. Perhaps lucky enough for the unconscious man, however, Vinny was stopped abruptly when he heard a great sound behind him. The Magikarp fisherman jerked around as a matter of reflex to see what had happened, and what he saw he didn't quite know how to explain.

A tree had been knocked over not by a great monster, not by a human with cutting tools, and certainly not by any stray Magikarps flying through the air at mach two. No, what fell this tree was one of the creatures he least expected to have the power to do so. It was a strange Pok?mon he had never seen or heard of before, and it didn't look like it was quite feeling well after doing so. For a moment, it wobbled around, clearly a little loopy as if it had just been hit in the head with a sledge-hammer, before knocking out belly-up. That was rather an... interesting sight to see.

Then the man on the ground mumbled something. Vinny spun back around as fast as he could to see if the man had awoken, but alas, he had not. He hadn't been able to understand what the unconscious man had said, unfortunately, but the determined woman seemed to. Vinny had almost asked what she heard, but she apparently didn't see a need to tell him.

"Lets look for others. They can help us take care of Kram," she suggested.

'Kram?' Vinny thought, 'Oh! Zat must be ze injured man! Vhat an odd name...' he stole another glance at this "Kram" and his innumerable injuries. The longer he looked, the worse they seemed to be. How on earth this poor man had managed to survived what might as well have been a javelin being hurled through his chest was beyond Vinny. That's not something humans tend to survive.

"But first, what's your name? I never got that," the woman went on to ask.

His eyes were still fixed on the mutilated body before them. He really wanted to try and fix him up. Pull that giant 2x4 out of his chest and then wrap him in torn clothing or something. Kinda like that one episode of that one show where the guy gets his arms all stabbed and the doctor has to improvise with unconventional tools because they're stranded on a beach with no real tools suitable for the job. Vinny was sure, though, that with his medical skills, it probably wouldn't help the man any.

Finally, after a few seconds of kinda zoning out into his thoughts about his medical shortfalls, the question registered in Vinny's mind. He looked back up at the courageous lady, smiled widely as if nothing devastating or life-threatening had happened, held up a thumb like one of those dorky kids in school, and announced quite emphatically, "Mein name is Vinny!" He was visibly proud of this, although this perhaps wasn't exactly the best time or place in the world to express his endless satisfaction.

It was then that he noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye walking toward them. He turned to see if he could make out who or what it was, confirmed that it was most likely a human of some kind, although pretty darn short, and then pointed excitedly in the figure's direction. "Look at zis!" he exclaimed, "I have already found someone! Ve are saved!"

[spoiler=Kimmel is still fishing, by the way.]Roll to see if he gets a bite:[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 5, total 5[/blockquote]

If he does get a bite:[blockquote]Athletics: 2d6 : 5, 4, total 9[/blockquote][/spoiler]

QuoteI will be forcing the day to end. Extra roleplaying can be done in separate linked posts. If you have any mechanical actions to do for the first day, please go ahead and post the actions.

[spoiler=Rolls for Lynne that were requested.]
Acrobatics [blockquote]Rolled 3d6+1 : 3, 2, 3 + 1, total 9[/blockquote]
Survival [blockquote]Rolled 2d6+1 : 2, 2 + 1, total 5[/blockquote]
Survival Day 1 [blockquote]Rolled 2d6+1 : 5, 3 + 1, total 9[/blockquote][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Karma roll for my first survival roll]
Subtracting 5 Karma to add a 1d6 to the 5.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 6, total 6[/blockquote][/spoiler]

Lynne Lockley
You were among the survivors of the sunk ship. As the waves of water tipped the boat, you managed to secure yourself an even-footing, even avoiding some falling debris. But it still wasn't enough to keep you from getting injured. You have heavy injuries on your torso and arms.

You arrive drenched on the shore, finding a piece of floating debris to bring you to the island. There was no one in sight of your current vicinity however.

QuoteGranting option to Lynne, to roleplay out what happened, for bonus exp, also I need Lynne's actions for the day.

I need the rest of Vinny's actions for the day - though I will autoresolve it to max potential as per your survival roll if I don't get anything before Lynne is finished.

Daily Survival - Day 1
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 16, fully resolved (2 food, 1 water, shelter)
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2, fully resolved (1 food, 0 water, no shelter)
Oreah: 13, fully resolved (2 food, 1 water, shelter)
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 22, not resolved (1 food)
Lynne: 9, not resolved[/spoiler]

Total Survival
[spoiler]Aran: ?
Daniel: 16
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2
Oreah: 13
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 22
Lynne: 9[/spoiler]

Resources
[spoiler]Aran
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Daniel
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 2 Person Shelter
Misc: +0 Soil Quality Mound

Garret
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Kram
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Oreah
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 1 Person Shelter

Letina
Food: 1
Water: 0
Shelter: 50% of Horrible 1 Person Shelter

Sigon
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Vinny
Food: 1
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Lynne
Food: ?
Water: ?
Shelter: ?[/spoiler]

Action Points Drained for Day
[spoiler]Aran: 0
Daniel: 5
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 1
Oreah: 0
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 0
Lynne: 0[/spoiler]

Damage Taken
[spoiler]Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 15, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF)
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
Kathos Sigon: 42, 3 injuries (-1 ATK, -1 DEF, -1 SATK)
Lynne Lockley: 33, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF)
[/spoiler]

Custom Rulings
[spoiler]

• Hunger status: Hungry (-2 to all accuracy and skill check rolls), Very Hungry (-4 to rolls), Starving (-6 to rolls)
  
• Thirst status: Thirsty (-2 to rolls), Very Thirsty (-4 to rolls), Dehydrated (-6 to rolls)
  
• Just roll normally, I'll add in these status effects to rolls once needed.
  
• One Survival check per day required, related with how you fare within that day over all.
  
• Limits on what could be found on a single day regardless of how often you try.
  

Status:

• If started new day as this specific status:
  
• Hungry, then lose 1/8 HP
  
• Very Hungry, then lose 2/8 HP
  
• Starving, then lose 3/8 HP
  
• Thirsty, then lose 1/5 HP
  
• Very Thirsty, then lose 2/5 HP
  
• Dehydrated, then lose 3/5 HP

[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Click for Music!]
http://youtube.com/v/1L3xt2KN_ag&autoplay=1[/spoiler]

As the boat was sinking, Lynne managed to deal with the situation with grace and poise. She was scared out of her mind, but her body was reacting appropriately. She twirled around falling debris, and managed to avoid being trampled by the crowd in their panic. She had just wanted to go on a cruise to get some good pictures, but everything had gone sideways. The lifeboats were gone. All around her, people were screaming. Crying. The winds battered Lynne's face, rain splashing into her eyes. Someone bumped into her, she stumbled, smashing into the rail on the side of the ship. Below, waves crashed against the ship, as it was going down. Various bits of debris floated, if you can call it that, on the surface of the volatile waters.  Without any life boats around, Lynne grabbed a life jacket, strapped it on and dove into the water, attempting to grab onto one of the various floating objects.

The sea thrashed her body around, slamming and smashing her into debris, pieces of boats, objects that had fallen overboard and bodies as well. All she could do was hold on and hope. Her arms felt as if they weighed a ton, sore from the beating they took. Her stomach felt like she had been stomped on repeatedly. Looking at it from the ocean's point of view, she had.

She washed up on shore, sun shining. Her body sore, but alive. Her supplies still intact and on her person. Lynne was thankful for her waterproof camera case. Looking around, the area was peaceful. Sounds of critters could be heard, but there was not a single sign of people with a quick glance. She didn't know where she was going, but she did know that she would need some food and water before too long. Her tent seemed to have washed up on shore alongside her, so shelter was taken care of. There had to be other survivors from the St. Jude, it wouldn't make any sense if she were the only one.

Lynne collected some of the sea water to run through the filter for later use, and let her Growlithe out of the pokeball. "Alright Ruby, I'm counting on you! See if you can find some tracks!" Ruby combed the beach for tracks, while Lynne examined her injuries.

[spoiler= Actions]
Alright so, assuming water filter will work on salt water. If not, that can potentially be part of my daily survival. Will have further actions depending on what these actions uncover. Ruby is searching for a random scent from nothing, which requires a 14 or higher. Hopefully the scent of a person. Lynne is examining her arm.

Ruby - Perception for tracking: [blockquote]Rolled 4d6+1 : 4, 4, 1, 3 + 1, total 13[/blockquote]

Lynne - Edu: Medicine, for checking her wounds/tending to them. [blockquote]Rolled 2d6+1 : 6, 4 + 1, total 11[/blockquote]

If Ruby finds tracks, Lynne will follow her, while keeping an eye out for food, a fresh water source, and people.

Lynne - Perception for those things mentioned above. [blockquote]Rolled 3d6+1 : 1, 3, 6 + 1, total 11[/blockquote]

If Lynne finds people, we can go from there. If she does not find people and it gets later in the day, she will set up camp.

[/spoiler]

Lynne Lockley
When you first arrived on land, the first thing you noticed was a gash on your left arm and you suffered a wound on your chest. Examining your belongings you realized that you were missing one potion. It may have slipped during the commotion and storm. You did manage to retrieve your tent, though looking at it, it looked as is debris managed to tear through it. It was still potentially usable, but it was damaged. You realized it would need some repair until it was back in good shape, and even then, the damage would still be noticeable.

As you sent of Ruby to search of other survivors or anything else of interest, you began searching your immediate vicinity, mainly along the coast. Going along the coast, and even in the shallow waters you combed the beach looking for anything useful. After awhile of searching, you managed to find what looked to be suitcase, though it was completely drenched. Opening it up, revealed soaked and damaged papers, along with what looked to be a lighter and a soggy packet of cigarettes.

[info]Lynne receives lighter, packet of cigarettes, and what looked to be a sealed bag of dried mangoes.

+1 to food.

You can choose to pick up the suitcase too.[/info]
For some reason or another, Ruby still hasn't arrived, even though it had been a few hours already.

QuoteLost items resolved.
Daily Survival - Day 1
[spoiler]Daniel: 16, fully resolved (2 food, 1 water, shelter)
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2, fully resolved (1 food, 0 water, no shelter)
Oreah: 13, fully resolved (2 food, 1 water, shelter)
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 22, not resolved (1 food)
Lynne: 9, not resolved[/spoiler]

Total Survival
[spoiler]Daniel: 16
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 2
Oreah: 13
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 22
Lynne: 9[/spoiler]

Resources
[spoiler]Daniel
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 2 Person Shelter
Misc: +0 Soil Quality Mound

Garret
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None
Items: Damaged Old Rod, Damaged First Aid Kit

Kram
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None
Items: Damaged Tent, Damaged Water Filter

Oreah
Food: 2
Water: 1
Shelter: Decent 1 Person Shelter

Letina
Food: 1
Water: 0
Shelter: 50% of Horrible 1 Person Shelter
Items: Damaged Tent, Damaged Sleeping Bag, Damaged Water Filter

Sigon
Food: 0
Water: 0
Shelter: None

Vinny
Food: 1
Water: ?
Shelter: None

Lynne
Food: 1
Water: 0
Shelter: Bad 1 Person Shelter
Items: Damaged Tent[/spoiler]

Action Points Drained
[spoiler]Daniel: 5
Garret: 0
Kram: 0
Letina: 1
Oreah: 0
Sigon: 0
Vinny: 0
Lynne: 0[/spoiler]

Damage Taken
[spoiler]Daniel Rask: 12,
The Boulder: 26,
Kram Niawt: 69, unconscious, 3 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF, -1 SPD)
Letina Rae Desl?geech: 15, 2 injuries (-1 DEF, -1 SPD)
Vinny Drechsler: 0,
Oreah Hyakuju: 24, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF)
Garret "Grey" Miles: 99, unconscious, 5 injuries (-2 DEF, -1 SATK, -2 SPD)
Kathos Sigon: 42, 3 injuries (-1 ATK, -1 DEF, -1 SATK)
Lynne Lockley: 33, 2 injuries (-1 SATK, -1 SDEF)
[/spoiler]

Custom Rulings
[spoiler]

• Hunger status: Hungry (-2 to all accuracy and skill check rolls), Very Hungry (-4 to rolls), Starving (-6 to rolls)
  
• Thirst status: Thirsty (-2 to rolls), Very Thirsty (-4 to rolls), Dehydrated (-6 to rolls)
  
• Just roll normally, I'll add in these status effects to rolls once needed.
  
• One Survival check per day required, related with how you fare within that day over all.
  
• Limits on what could be found on a single day regardless of how often you try.
  

Status:

• If started new day as this specific status:
  
• Hungry, then lose 1/8 HP
  
• Very Hungry, then lose 2/8 HP
  
• Starving, then lose 3/8 HP
  
• Thirsty, then lose 1/5 HP
  
• Very Thirsty, then lose 2/5 HP
  
• Dehydrated, then lose 3/5 HP

[/spoiler]

If nothing else, Lynne was glad she could say her search wasn't fruitless. She was upset that her tent had been damaged, but it still would provide some amount of protection from the elements so it would be worth setting up if she didn't have anything better. Her arm hurt, but it wasn't broken so she was thankful for that much at least. The lighter and the bag of mangoes would be handy, and she picked up the suitcase as well. It might not be useful right this moment, but if she managed to get a more permanent settlement going, it would be handy to have a case for storage.

After she finished combing the beach, Lynne had noticed Ruby had been gone for quite some time. She called out as loud as she dared. "Ruby?! Where are you?!" She was worried. She set out in the direction she thought Ruby had gone. Staying in the open on the beach wouldn't be the best idea. She also needed to find some drinkable water.

[spoiler=More actions!]
Alright so, setting out to search for Ruby is a Survival check.
Survival:[blockquote]Rolled 2d6+1 : 2, 3 + 1, total 6[/blockquote]

Searching for fresh water and materials for a fire on the way, along with anything useful. (Assuming its an area that is new to me)
Perception : [blockquote]Rolled 3d6+1 : 3, 2, 6 + 1, total 12[/blockquote]

If there is more time after I find Ruby, assume that I am searching for food/water and putting up shelter. Can do more rolls if needed. I want to find people!
[/spoiler]

Lynne
Calling out to your Pokemon you made you way deeper into the island, towards the large mountain or volcano at the center. You kept your eye out for any other resources you might be able to use, but you didn't come across any streams or rivers. Instead, the foliage grew thicker and as you journeyed things became more and more difficult. You continued to call for Ruby, but you still couldn't find her. Finally, you managed to see what looked to be tracks on the ground, they were just around the size you would expect from your Growlithe, and without any other lead you figured it would be the best option.

Soon enough it paid off however, as you see Ruby dangling in what looked like mid-air. However as you came closer, you realized strands of sticky webbing held your Growlithe aloft. Alarmed you had begun to go towards him, unsure whether or not your Pokemon was still conscious. But then you heard a sound. A strange chittering echo, almost like a quick succession of short clicks. Most important of all, that sound grew closer and louder.

[info]Splitting thread for Lynne. Please continue roleplay posts in the following thread (http://forums.fantasyworldcreations.com/index.php?topic=1454).

Status quo expected result for Lynne:

Lynne
Food: 1
Water: 0
Shelter: Bad 1 Person Shelter
Items: Damaged Tent

Ending day officially until my next post tomorrow! Last call for final actions.[/info]