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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Pierce" data-source="post: 1065344" data-attributes="member: 12161">LarrocknotgoodnotgoodnotgoodBREATHEmuchbettermuchbetterdamnitscoldLarrock awoke feeling as if he'd been on a four day binge.   Mouth dry, body aches, stomach cramping.  And almost naked.  Yep, all the signs of a bender.  When he finally prized his eyes open, he was surprised to find himself on a beach in his smallclothes.  With a few grunts, he managed to lever himself into a sitting position and glance around.  He remembered the storm, and remembered a deck hand shoving him into the lower decks to keep him out of the way.  He remembered finding a half bottle of whiskey in one of the unwatched bunks and finishing it.  After that, things got a lot hazier.  He vaguely remembered the yelling and whatnot, and only then did he realize what had happened.  Aw no.He leapt up, scanning the shore.  He spotted the huge man, the naked man - check that, elf - the dwarf geez, what happened to him? and a few others further down.  I'll make friends later.  First things first.Scanning the flotsam, Larrock breathed a huge sigh of relief.  There was the trunk allocated to him when he had boarded the doomed ship (he remembered the twisted hasp) - and it looked whole!  Scampering towards it (and that huge beast of a man - waitaminute) he dodged the little what the hell - are those crabs? and grabbed the trunk.  He begins sorting through the contents, donning clothes, equipment and weapons as he finds them...</blockquote>

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