Oddly the berry is probably magical and when the ranger bites into it, the entire berry gets slurped down leaving nothing behind. What did Yawgo do? First reaction is probably trying to hack it up.

But nothing happens. And the ranger feels a bit better. Yawgo keeps the berries up, strange looking things. Nine more left. Taking his clawed hand, the tortle goes to take one of her hands and goes to place the berries against it.

Yawgo nods his head and slowly lets it tilt to the right.

OOC
Healed for 1 point.

Lenore blinked rapidly as the berry seemed to.. really want to be eaten by some magical means. And it did make her feel better almost instantly. A jolt of energy, and a soothing feeling around her shocked skin. "Okay.. you're probably not a bad sort." Besides, berries that were very poisonous weren't common. She gratefully accepted the rest of them and consumed them, wiping off the stain from her lips as they felt really good to eat.

Feeling significantly better Lenore pointed to the barrels left on the beach that she hadn't inspected the contents of yet. "Could you help me search through those?"

Tilting its head, the tortle watches this strange half-elf. It realizes what Lenore wants him to do and pulls out some dry sea weed and clamps down on it. Munch munch munch. Finally after searching the intact bodies and the three barrels, they find several items but the tortle leaves the hull where it is and doesn't go near it. When Lenore opens one of them, the tortle goes to close it for some unknown reason but the other two are opened. There's about 10 dead bodies (about 8 males 2 females) lying on the blood covered beach. Between the two they find:

3 Potions
10 Beaten up bords about 5' along the shore.
30' of hempen rope
Fishing rod but no fishing tackle
3 Barrels
-full of neat (preserved)-Yawgo forced Lenore to keep it closed
-full of herbs probably for cooking
-blankets (about 4), 4 containers of rum

Found inside several dead bodies-
Mirror
20 candles
20 pieces of chalk
2 Perfume (woman)
2 Bells
Signal Whistle

The task was.. unenjoyable to say the least. Lenore's face cringed multiple times checking the bodies. They ended up with quite a few odds and ends that Lenore formed into a pile to sort through later. Some of it was very pleasing and useful. Perhaps getting shocked by that eel creature was worth the pain..

With that she sat atop one of the barrels and thinks about what to do next, one of her toes swirling a circle in the sand contemplatively as she pulled out her waterskin and took a drink. Her eyes widened at the obvious.

"Turtle-person? Do you know where on this island one might find fresh water?" Without a source of fresh drinking water, she and whoever survived from the ship would die in a few short days. If the turtle didn't understand what she said she pointed at the waterskin and gestured at the water going into her mouth and then forming a shrug and pointing curiously every which way with a hint of urgency and trying her best to gesture refilling it.
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Glancing at her as the tortle looked at the mirror and tilts its head, Yawgo shakes his head "Bad. Water bad." It looks back into the mirror, tilting its head to the left and right. Pointing to itself, the tortle speaks "Yawgo." And then to Lenore.

"Water bad?.." She sighed, not sure what was meant by that but shrugged and drank some more. Perhaps the near future would provide an answer. "I am Lenore.." She said grimly. "Thank you for your help.. but I need to get around to gathering up all these bodies and burying them." The half-elf had a deep set frown at that. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but all too necessary for atleast a hundred different reasons. She goes about to her pile of stuff trying to remember if there was a shovel there.

ooc: quickie post, will check if I actually have a shovel somewhere later

Theres quiet a few bodies, at least 10 in the current area. Of course not all of them are in one piece. Yawgo looks at Lenore, tapping his staff against the bloody beach and sighs. It raises the staff towards the water "Water bad." After checking out the current area besides the gear found Lenore finds 3 shovels, all are dirty and covered in bloody and gore. Yawgo goes to pull one of the bodies and waits for help not being the strongest tortle "Lenore help." The voice seems calm and collected but slow.

3 Dirty Gore-Covered Shovels
3 Potions
10 Beaten up bords about 5' along the shore.
30' of hempen rope
Fishing rod but no fishing tackle
3 Barrels
-full of neat (preserved)-Yawgo forced Lenore to keep it closed
-full of herbs probably for cooking
-blankets (about 4), 4 containers of rum

Found inside several dead bodies-
Mirror
20 candles
20 pieces of chalk
2 Perfume (woman)
2 Bells
Signal Whistle

In the process of helping pull the bodies, this almost immediately struck Lenore as being a lot more difficult than anticipated.

"..We'll atleast just get a few of them. Tell me, is there somewhere we can go that is.. much safer than this?"

She didn't feel good about piling up the various valuables she was finding on the crew's persons, but in this dire circumstance every little bit was going to be necessary. The fair amount of potions they've come across so far were going to be important.

After getting the bodies they can see up near the forest and buried which takes some time, Yawgo sits down by all the belongings found. It goes back to staring at the mirror and puts it down before leaning over and taking the potions. One bloe, one green and one red. It sniffs each one ad takes its claws to take a small dab of each. Its eyes narrow as it seems to be examining them before putting them down. Then the tortle reachs for the bell and taps it a few times. Its like its never seen one before. Or a mirror. It licks its jaws. "No safe. Home?" Strange.

“What the hell hit us?”, Argus says thinking out loud. It must’ve been huge to shatter the ship to pieces. He walks on the wet sand of the beach for better traction. Argus is soaked to the bone and exhausted.

He looks around to get his bearing. Bodies floating in the water, some have already reached the surf. Many of the bodies covered in gore and mutilated, he wonders out loud,

“I wonder if any of my Shield Brothers made it”

Almost a soon as he said that, he’s sees a strange sight. A short distance away is a….is that a turtle standing on its hind legs? Close to the turtle he spots a half elf digging in the sand with a shovel. Argus raises his hand and shouts, “Hello there!”
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Lenore thinned her eyes. "No safe?" What did the turtle mean by that? She sighed aggravatedly, shook her head and resumed digging. Perhaps then, best next thing would be a stretch of beach that wasn't strewn with corpses. She took pause hearing a voice that was very much alive, which wasn't entirely unexpected. Lenore paused her digging, planted the shovel and rested both forearms upon it to watch the newcomer with a wary gaze. She lets the turtle do the talking.
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Not knowing what to expect from the standing turtle, Argus walks up to it and pauses for a moment. He gives him a look for a quick study of it and then continues to walk toward the half elf…

"Greetings to you. My name is Argus Alanai. I’m glad to see survivors."

He is armed with a spear in his right hand and sword and axe at his sides. Chainmail from head to toe, helm, and a shield. Argus looks like a soldier.
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Given the dire straits of the current situation Lenore gets directly to the point. "The way I see it. We have two choices. Make this stretch of shore liveable for a time until we figure out how to proceed and regroup with more suvivors.. or find somewhere else to go." She then inclined her head to the turtle. "..Some kind of native.. doesn't seem to understand what we're saying as well as I'd like, wasn't able to get much answers from it. But seems quite friendly.. unlike the wildlife." She said bitterly recall the brief encounter with the eel.

“I prefer to stay here for the time being. We will need to build a makeshift shelter, nothing extravagant, just something to keep the wind and rain away. We'll also need to do a reconnaissance of the area as soon as possible after building a shelter.” Argus pauses for a moment then continues, “Once we establish ourselves here we will venture out and do a more thorough investigation of this island. Let’s hope we find more survivors.”

Argus looks at his surroundings, getting a quick lay of the land and then looks at the half elf, “What is your name?” He asks without emotion.
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"Lenore." She answered. "Very well.. if we're to stay here I will continue my efforts to clear out the dead, resting in the company of corpses rotting under the sun will not do." She gazed at the makeshift grave she started on and deepened her frown. "..But perhaps a pyre makes more sense." It was the first time Lenore found herself dealing with a situation like this and the more she thought about it the more impractical her initial course seemed. The half-elf tossed the shovel aside. She was tired of digging anyway. "Let us search for building and kindling material."

With the bodies buried in time between the half elf, the tortle and probably the human as leaving them out isn't a good move, perhaps others scattered around out of sight, Yawgo does help but doesn't understand completely. Course its hard to tell what the tortle understands. It looks at the mirror again and puts it into his belt. Turning its head, Yawgo watches this strange warrior and moves next to Lenore. It looks up at the man, being small in stature. Licking its lips, Yawgo speaks "Understand yes. Yawgo I am."</greem> Simple. Well sort of. Inside the forest, bad things." It nods "Shelter I got." The tortle tilts its head. "Bad fire. Bad."

Yawgo takes Argus by surprise, "You speak! What do you mean by 'fire bad' and that you have shelter? Where is this shelter?"

This indeed is a strange place Argus thinks to himself.

Before Yawgo has a chance to answer, Argus presses him, "What threats are in the forest. The more we know the better we can prepare."

After hearing the human hitting him with constant questions, Yawgo raises his hand "A lot of talk you do. Listen you should." The clawed hand is lowered. Its eyes narrow up at the half-elf and human "Prepare you cannot. Threat to others not to me. Threat to me, not to others." Slow and steady. It grips his staff "Fire bad. Others smell it, they come. Afraid of fire, some are not."

Lenore cupped her chin and shifted her weight, lips drawn in a thin line. "..So it sounds like something gravely dangerous lurks on this island.. and fire would draw its attention. Well, that's just splendid. Water bad, forest bad, fire bad.. it sounds for now we have no choice but to make the beaches our home and scavenge what we can. I'm sure there's enough for us to survive atleast a few days.. but I am worried about fresh water." She looked up at the sky. Maybe best pray for rain.

Argus takes a moment to chew and digest both Yawgo’s warnings and Lenore’s comments. Then he turns his attention to the half elf, ”I agree with your assessment. Let’s gather what we can and go a relatively short distance away from all the bodies and gore in case it attracts predators. We should also go into the tree line a little bit and not be so close to the shore.”

He looks over at the supplies that have already been collected, “We need to know everything we have, including our personal gear, to better assess our situation. Fresh water and food is on the top of the list of needs. There may be more supplies still floating around in the water or on bodies that haven’t been searched already as well.”

”We will search for more supplies first, then we can find a suitable place to make camp. We’ll take it from there.”

Argus gives Yawgo a quick look, ”And we won’t be building a fire.”
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The tortle blinks at all the talking going on and trying to make heads and tails of it. The human wanted to get more supplies yet did they not have a decent amount? Yawgo tilts his head and grips its staff tightly. It seems the tortle is being ordered around and Yawgo doesn't like it-there's a reason why the tortle was always alone. Yawgo turns and heads towards the forest ignored what Argus wants. All they want is supplies. They don't need him. He already got what he wanted-the mirror and the two bells. Doesn't ask for much. Even leaving the potions behind. Perhaps they can used them. Soon the tortle dissapears into the woodlands leaving Argus and Lenore alone amongst the blood upon the beach and the now buried bodies as well as the supplies. No creature peek out. Even the strange birds have left but some are visibly soaring around a good distance away. A creature pop out of the woods keeping their distance.

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"Well there it goes.." Lenore says as the turtle left, and then noticing a creature poking its head out of the woods. "This place is weird. I will get all my things. Lead the way elsewhere." Lenore went back to the spot on the beach where she left all of her possessions and ensured to collect all the valuables found throughout the day. The end result was a heavy pack.

Seeing the strange creature popping out, Argus makes a course correction, ”Weird indeed”, he says to Lenore, ”It’s probably a scavenger, let’s just take the supplies you have already gathered and find a good campsite. There’s the possibility that much bigger creatures may come along if we linger here.” He points to the barrels, “Between the two of us we can carry a barrel at a time.”

"Scavenger.. makes sense.." There was certainly a lot to scavenge. Lenore cringed some and then got on with returning to her stockpile of belongings in the sand and filling one of the barrels with them. She then got to the stumbling task of moving it for the laborious trek.

After some time Yawgo seems to be gone and the supplies are pulled up next to the beach, a few yards inside. Its a simple forest, with wild ferns growing in all directions. Large trees are scattered about with a small stream. Its relatively quiet. One of the barrels that has blankets and rum can be used for the items found. The potions someone can carry of course. Two more of the tiny creatures watch the human and half-elf. Another three creep out. All six of them watch what these strange people are doing. Its odd.