Treasure Ship Hunt

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa sighs. Better go in and find him. Best not to separate.

She steps and into the room.

[Anastasia]

White sand.

White sand everywhere. Behind you is distortion, and distortion is to the sides 20ft to the left and 40ft to the right. 200ft ahead is more distortion. The sky is a brilliant shade of pale blue, no clouds at all. Perhaps a dozen broken and slain gith corpses lie about, already half covered in the chalky white sand. Jarem kneels before one, checking it over.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa flies over, hovering over Jarem.

"Crew, you think?" She also eyes the sand for any loot...

[Anastasia]

All of them are armed and armored - chain armors and plate, by and large. Some possessions are scattered about, too.

"It's the crew," Jarem concurs, "All dead."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well. The polite thing to do is to take them back through and arrange for either burial or return to the Gith."

[Anastasia]

"Polite, honorable...and completely unprofitable, unless you plan to return this all to the gith. Do you?" Jarem glances sidelong at you.

[Iron Dragoon]

"... I'm willing to keep my options open. The gith might care far more for the ship than the treasure. We might make out on it. Doesn't hurt to keep the choice open. For now."

[Anastasia]

Jarem clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, clearly heard. "Well then, m'lady, I suggest we loot them now. We may not be able to get back here once we fix this."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods and slings her haversack into the sand, getting to work.

[Anastasia]

Perception-a-roo.

[Iron Dragoon]

Cunning Knowledge saved my ass there.
> roll 1d20+42+20 Perception/Cunning Knowledge
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 66 > [d20=4]

[Anastasia]

You gather up the gear. As you do, you begin to hear a soft, whistling sound. The wind is stirring as well, you note.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa gets suspicious.

"Dead gith and a whistling, stirring wind. I'll bet they're connected. How about we get out of here?"

[Anastasia]

"Lady, that sounds like a great idea," Jarem agrees, tucking away the last of the armor and weapons. He stands, your bag loaded down heavier as...

Which direction?

[Iron Dragoon]

"Nothing so far has been easy. Let's get to the that one." Alyssa points at the distortion 200ft away.