Treasure Ship Hunt

[Anastasia]

You fly on, making it about halfway before there is a loud whistle of winds. It's all the warning you get before a gale force wind slashes into the two of you and...!!!

Okay, strength checks, both of you.

[Iron Dragoon]

Factotum is doin' work for me.

> roll 1d20+0+9 Str/Brains over Brawn
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 27 > [d20=18]

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+7
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 14 > [d20=7]

Somehow you manage to land in a crouch, covering your face with your arms. It shields your eyes from the blast, as you're dimly aware of Jarem crying out, the sound growing more and more distant as...

Act. It's currently an abrupt and rather unpleasant sand storm all around you.

[Iron Dragoon]

Can I find Jarem at all?

[Anastasia]

If you're willing to look up and get sand wind to the face, possibly.

[Iron Dragoon]

I shall do so, using the hood of my cloak as best as I can to protect me!

[Anastasia]

Fort, +2 circumstance bonus for the hood.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+17+6+2 Fort/Sup. Res/Cirumstance
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 36 > [d20=11]

[Anastasia]

You manage to keep your eyes free of the gritty sand long enough to see. Jarem is hurled towards the left, into the distortion there and vanishing as he flies into it.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa sighs and flies into the distortion after him.

Men.

[Anastasia]

Sand again. Nicer sand, warmer sand. A sandy beach, an ocean all around you. A small island, perhaps a hundred paces across, closer to being a sand spit with a hill of rocks in the center. All around the island is wavering distortion, Jarem slowly getting up from landing hard on the sands here.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa gives him a hand up.

"Well, it's better for sure... But I dislike that we're now two steps away from the ship. The further away, the harder to find our way back."

She absently shifts her clothes to something more fitting of a beach. A sarong, light top, wide hat, and a whisp of a shawl.

[Anastasia]

Jarem gives you a long look over, perhaps smiling beneath his helmet. "You make a beautiful island maiden," he remarks, "But you'd do that in your free time back at your guild?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa drops him back into the sand.

"What I do in my free time is my business. But yes, I live on an island. I take advantage of it."

She looks around, inspecting the area for more distortions or other interesting things.

[Anastasia]

Jarem lands and stands on his own this time, "Of course it's your own business, Lady," he smiles, "But I'll be there too now, so it is rather my business."

Besides the distortion around the island, you notice...

Perception.