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<blockquote data-quote="Celebrim" data-source="post: 5581986" data-attributes="member: 4937"><p>"There are surely more injured among the wreckage. We can't do much in such a disaster as this, but lets do what we can", says the Champion. </p><p>Moruth answers, "I'll tend to the wounds of this elf. You go on ahead and call me if you need me." </p><p></p><p>The others wade out into the swirling and slowly receding water, finding little to be hopeful about. After some time however, Jarl hears a weak voice amongst the wreckage. Darting nimbly over the debris, he finds a man in merchant garb pinned beneath some heavy beams and gasping for breath. He pulls aside some beams to reduce the load, while the young sailor, who was close behind him tries to reduce some of the weight on the man. The barbarian, curious, arrives soon after and behind him comes the armored champion stumbling over every hidden obstacle. The four backs are soon combined, and Jarl manages to make a lever out of a one of the boards and the man is soon freed. He proves to be a local coppersmith, who is grateful for the rescue, but his broken ribs prevent him from being much help. He's sent to see the priest who is performing triage on the elf and the walking wounded.</p><p></p><p>A bit later, a waterlogged cur scurries through the wreckage. When it sees the three men, rather than fleeing, it stops and begins barking and wagging its tale franticly. It takes little understanding of animals for the three to realize it wants to be followed. The dog leads the party about 15 yards away to a smashed wagon partially covered in timbers. Partially protected by the wagons frame and partially buried is a boy, about age 12, with an arm that is clearly broken and blood gently seeping from several wounds. He's clearly lost a lot of blood. The sailor Mandible tries his best to bind up the boys wounds to prevent further bloodloss, while the other three do their best to shift the cart. After some effort, both manage to succeed at their chosen tasks.</p><p></p><p>The sailor carries the body of the lad back to the Priest for better healing than he can provide with his limited skill. The others continue in their search. Not long after, they come a across a giant jellyfish, perhaps 60' in length sprawled amongst the wreckage, its glistening tentacles gently rocking in the shallow water as its massive body pulses helplessly. This they stay well clear of and press farther down into the wreckage.</p><p></p><p>Soon after they find a bull shark, thrashing in a shallow pool. This hazard is also avoided. </p><p></p><p>Mandible calls to the others, "These people need to be taken to a temple, and few are well enough to carry anyone. Thanks for the help, perhaps I'll me with you latter.", and with that he departs, joining the priest and a few people with lesser injuries in carrying those wounded unable to stand towards the temple district at the top of the hill. They reach the debris line that marks the high point of the tidal wave, and the priest turns back, beginning to pick his way toward the other three.</p><p></p><p>At about this time, the three come upon a second man pinned in the debris. He's richly dressed in dark purple, and has a sword at his side. A heavy beam lies across his legs. Though clearly in pain, he addresses his rescuers with a hearty greeting, "Ho there, fellow citizens. Thanks be to Justian that you've found me. I believe my leg is broken, and I'm unable to get enough leverage to pull myself out."</p><p></p><p>The three move to help him, but he waves them off, "There is someone else trapped in here with me, over near that bit of roof. I've heard them moving not that long ago, but they seem unable to answer."</p><p></p><p>The three begin digging through the paving stones, bricks, bits of slate and lumber. The pile stirs a bit. Finally they heave a great beam off, and pull up a section of tiled roof. But as they do, the roof is forcefully pushed aside, knocking over the champion. Out of the desbris in a whirl of frenzied motion comes a great monstrous humanoid some 7' tall, in form something like a man but covered in rough skin like a shark and having clawed flippers for feet and hands. It's head is like a great wedge and fringed with tentacles. It's red lidless eyes bulge out from the sides of its head, its pupils contracted to mere points. It pauses then bellows at its inadvertant rescuers, revealing a mouth that splits its head with rows and rows of teeth.</p><p></p><p>About 100 yards away, the Priest says, "Showna preserve them.", breaks out into a run. The wounded stranger gives out a shout, "Oh no, a Deep One!", and tries to pull his blade out, but he's helplessly pinned.</p><p></p><p>Jarl whips out his rapier and prepares to face the creature, but its extremely fast, and batting aside his blade begins to savage him with its claws. Gareth rises to chop at it, but its like chopping wood. The big barbarian draws a two-handed blade from the leather cord on his back and bellows a challenge in reply. Jarl tries to back away from the creature, but in his wounded state he's just not quick enough and the creature cuts through his armor and evicerates him from his groin to his sternum. The champion shoves the creature aside with his shield, while the fanatic slashes the creature across the back, but the creature seems oblivious to pain. </p><p></p><p>Jarl staggers backward, holding his intestines in with his hands, and dripping blood into the shallow pools of water. He struggles to retain consciousness, he vaguely hears the priest above the pounding is his ears.</p><p></p><p>The creature now turns in annoyance to the champion, and sinking its teeth into his shoulder, procedes to cut him across the face and hips with his flailing claws. The champion manages to get far enough away from the creature to interpose his shield, and swings futilely at his attacker. The fanatic is screaming, "Go down you bloody fish!", while flailing with his weapon like a madman.</p><p></p><p>Jarl turns and stumbles away, he makes it another dozen steps, and then collapses into the shallow water, his blood now turning it red. Gareth is too wounded to do more than fend the creature off, but the blows of the barbarian seem to have finally got the notice of the creature, who now turns his fury on the more lightly armored big man, slashing him deeply with its claws while it dunks nimbly beneath another swing.</p><p></p><p>The priest now arrives at Jarl, and sensing that the young man is a mere seconds from passing from this world, calls on the power of the Sun goddess streaming down from above; light momentarily fills his hands and Jarl's bleeding stops though he remains unconscious. The deep one, though bleeding from many wounds, continues to heedlessly attack the barbarian, leaving the Champion of Aravar enough space to step behind beast and stab it deeply with his blade. The Deep One staggers, finally feeling his wounds, and the Barbarian takes the oppurtunity to behead the creature with one clean blow.</p><p></p><p>He stops to rest on the hilts of his blade, no less bloodied than his companion. Gareth slaps him on the shoulder and leaning also on his blade says, "You're handy with that sword, and as fierce of a man as I've ever met. I'm glad to have fought at your side."</p><p></p><p>The barbarian says, "I'm Rex, no clan, brother of beasts and slayer of men, but I will fight with you, even if you are a scrawny Drestian god lover."</p><p>Before the champion can reply, the stranger in purple says, "Bravo. I see you are skilled in arms, and that was heroic work. However, if you have strength remaining, I'd like up."</p><p></p><p>Gareth says, "Oh yeah, right. Be right with you. I'll do what I can, but there is just two of us now and some parts of us are missing, and that rubble would have been heavy for three.", but he staggers over reluctantly followed by the barbarian who slumps with exhaustion now that the blood lust has left him.</p><p>They begin straining on the beam, but its to no avail. They can barely budge it. </p><p></p><p>Just then the priest, some twenty yards away notices that the water has receeded greatly in only the past few moments. He looks out to the bay. Another breaker is roaring across the still high water towards the city. He shouts, "Wave! A second wave is coming. You must hurry. I can't carry Jarl alone."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Celebrim, post: 5581986, member: 4937"] "There are surely more injured among the wreckage. We can't do much in such a disaster as this, but lets do what we can", says the Champion. Moruth answers, "I'll tend to the wounds of this elf. You go on ahead and call me if you need me." The others wade out into the swirling and slowly receding water, finding little to be hopeful about. After some time however, Jarl hears a weak voice amongst the wreckage. Darting nimbly over the debris, he finds a man in merchant garb pinned beneath some heavy beams and gasping for breath. He pulls aside some beams to reduce the load, while the young sailor, who was close behind him tries to reduce some of the weight on the man. The barbarian, curious, arrives soon after and behind him comes the armored champion stumbling over every hidden obstacle. The four backs are soon combined, and Jarl manages to make a lever out of a one of the boards and the man is soon freed. He proves to be a local coppersmith, who is grateful for the rescue, but his broken ribs prevent him from being much help. He's sent to see the priest who is performing triage on the elf and the walking wounded. A bit later, a waterlogged cur scurries through the wreckage. When it sees the three men, rather than fleeing, it stops and begins barking and wagging its tale franticly. It takes little understanding of animals for the three to realize it wants to be followed. The dog leads the party about 15 yards away to a smashed wagon partially covered in timbers. Partially protected by the wagons frame and partially buried is a boy, about age 12, with an arm that is clearly broken and blood gently seeping from several wounds. He's clearly lost a lot of blood. The sailor Mandible tries his best to bind up the boys wounds to prevent further bloodloss, while the other three do their best to shift the cart. After some effort, both manage to succeed at their chosen tasks. The sailor carries the body of the lad back to the Priest for better healing than he can provide with his limited skill. The others continue in their search. Not long after, they come a across a giant jellyfish, perhaps 60' in length sprawled amongst the wreckage, its glistening tentacles gently rocking in the shallow water as its massive body pulses helplessly. This they stay well clear of and press farther down into the wreckage. Soon after they find a bull shark, thrashing in a shallow pool. This hazard is also avoided. Mandible calls to the others, "These people need to be taken to a temple, and few are well enough to carry anyone. Thanks for the help, perhaps I'll me with you latter.", and with that he departs, joining the priest and a few people with lesser injuries in carrying those wounded unable to stand towards the temple district at the top of the hill. They reach the debris line that marks the high point of the tidal wave, and the priest turns back, beginning to pick his way toward the other three. At about this time, the three come upon a second man pinned in the debris. He's richly dressed in dark purple, and has a sword at his side. A heavy beam lies across his legs. Though clearly in pain, he addresses his rescuers with a hearty greeting, "Ho there, fellow citizens. Thanks be to Justian that you've found me. I believe my leg is broken, and I'm unable to get enough leverage to pull myself out." The three move to help him, but he waves them off, "There is someone else trapped in here with me, over near that bit of roof. I've heard them moving not that long ago, but they seem unable to answer." The three begin digging through the paving stones, bricks, bits of slate and lumber. The pile stirs a bit. Finally they heave a great beam off, and pull up a section of tiled roof. But as they do, the roof is forcefully pushed aside, knocking over the champion. Out of the desbris in a whirl of frenzied motion comes a great monstrous humanoid some 7' tall, in form something like a man but covered in rough skin like a shark and having clawed flippers for feet and hands. It's head is like a great wedge and fringed with tentacles. It's red lidless eyes bulge out from the sides of its head, its pupils contracted to mere points. It pauses then bellows at its inadvertant rescuers, revealing a mouth that splits its head with rows and rows of teeth. About 100 yards away, the Priest says, "Showna preserve them.", breaks out into a run. The wounded stranger gives out a shout, "Oh no, a Deep One!", and tries to pull his blade out, but he's helplessly pinned. Jarl whips out his rapier and prepares to face the creature, but its extremely fast, and batting aside his blade begins to savage him with its claws. Gareth rises to chop at it, but its like chopping wood. The big barbarian draws a two-handed blade from the leather cord on his back and bellows a challenge in reply. Jarl tries to back away from the creature, but in his wounded state he's just not quick enough and the creature cuts through his armor and evicerates him from his groin to his sternum. The champion shoves the creature aside with his shield, while the fanatic slashes the creature across the back, but the creature seems oblivious to pain. Jarl staggers backward, holding his intestines in with his hands, and dripping blood into the shallow pools of water. He struggles to retain consciousness, he vaguely hears the priest above the pounding is his ears. The creature now turns in annoyance to the champion, and sinking its teeth into his shoulder, procedes to cut him across the face and hips with his flailing claws. The champion manages to get far enough away from the creature to interpose his shield, and swings futilely at his attacker. The fanatic is screaming, "Go down you bloody fish!", while flailing with his weapon like a madman. Jarl turns and stumbles away, he makes it another dozen steps, and then collapses into the shallow water, his blood now turning it red. Gareth is too wounded to do more than fend the creature off, but the blows of the barbarian seem to have finally got the notice of the creature, who now turns his fury on the more lightly armored big man, slashing him deeply with its claws while it dunks nimbly beneath another swing. The priest now arrives at Jarl, and sensing that the young man is a mere seconds from passing from this world, calls on the power of the Sun goddess streaming down from above; light momentarily fills his hands and Jarl's bleeding stops though he remains unconscious. The deep one, though bleeding from many wounds, continues to heedlessly attack the barbarian, leaving the Champion of Aravar enough space to step behind beast and stab it deeply with his blade. The Deep One staggers, finally feeling his wounds, and the Barbarian takes the oppurtunity to behead the creature with one clean blow. He stops to rest on the hilts of his blade, no less bloodied than his companion. Gareth slaps him on the shoulder and leaning also on his blade says, "You're handy with that sword, and as fierce of a man as I've ever met. I'm glad to have fought at your side." The barbarian says, "I'm Rex, no clan, brother of beasts and slayer of men, but I will fight with you, even if you are a scrawny Drestian god lover." Before the champion can reply, the stranger in purple says, "Bravo. I see you are skilled in arms, and that was heroic work. However, if you have strength remaining, I'd like up." Gareth says, "Oh yeah, right. Be right with you. I'll do what I can, but there is just two of us now and some parts of us are missing, and that rubble would have been heavy for three.", but he staggers over reluctantly followed by the barbarian who slumps with exhaustion now that the blood lust has left him. They begin straining on the beam, but its to no avail. They can barely budge it. Just then the priest, some twenty yards away notices that the water has receeded greatly in only the past few moments. He looks out to the bay. Another breaker is roaring across the still high water towards the city. He shouts, "Wave! A second wave is coming. You must hurry. I can't carry Jarl alone." [/QUOTE]
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