Time and Weather wrote:Location: A lonely beach on the north western side, Papua New Guinea.
Date: June 8th, 3:05 PM (20 minutes have passed)
Weather: Outside: High 81°, Low 67°; Windy/Cloudy (25 mph).
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Mission Notes
Calvin starts off the conversation, while Jason gives orders. Teres adds her contribution to the conversation, before Rufus chimes in. Rory keeps rather quiet during the whole situation. Several powers are manifested or spells cast to aid in the search. Meanwhile pretty wicked gusts of surprisingly cold wind come in from the ocean, and given the very exposed nature of the beach, the Templar all feel it. It surprisingly makes balancing on the sand a bit uneasy, not that anyone falls over, it just seems to add to the generally careful movement of the group. The group begins to look for clues in earnest, and at first it seems rather hopeless, how could signs of someone visiting a tiny beach on a dangerous island survive the ravages of time. The general consensus of what is being searched for is signs of struggle, and the footprints of humanoids, which Lemurians are as far as anyone knows. Sadly and is one of the worst mediums to hold prints, and it is likely that, if there were people on this beach in the past, the wind and waves have washed away all signs.
But beyond hope Jason and Rufus both seem to catch on to a strange detail on the beach. A depression running perpendicular to the shore, as if some heavy creature or boat beached itself. Further investigation reveals a few thick scales left behind in the sand, likely shed in the creature’s landing/departure. They seem worn, but are thick and definitely tough. Whatever the creature was, it likely didnn’t have traditional legs, so maybe flippers, which upon closer look several irregularities can be found showing the creatures general movement back into the ocean. An educated guess seems to be that all movement leads towards the interior. Likely whatever creature it was, it acted as some manner of conveyance, kind of like the symbiotic relationship between Liam and Crosses the Undertow. Rufus’ flight over the interior is mostly obscured by the dense foliage of the jungle canopy, in the distance, Rufus sees what may be rivers, but they seem choked by water based trees, and are likely unsuitable for river travel. On the horizon, Rufus sees the lang eventually rises into mountains, which seem to edge the north-western side of the island. Slightly beyond the horizon line, Rufus thinks he might see smoke, but it would be over a dozen miles inland.
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