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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Melkor" data-source="post: 1065629" data-attributes="member: 10786">Irendol wakes up sputtering and coughing sea water from his nose and mouth. Clawing his way out of the surf, he rolls over onto his back. His hands drift to his waist where he feels for his swords, he breathes a visible sigh of releaf when he finds them just as they should be.Slowly standing, he brushes the sand off his soaked clothing and walks back into the surf. Plunging his arms into the surf, he pulls a black backpack out of the water and slings it over his shoulder. Once back on the shore, he takes stock of his environment, and seeing the other survivors makes his way towards them.Thank you for the gift of life mighty Correllon. He says under his breath as he approaches the others.Well met Flynn. I am Irendol. I suggest we move into the woods for shelter, and try and figure out what to make of our situation... Irendol says in the common tongue.Before you stands a male Elf with pale skin, long brown hair - wringing wet with sea water, and covered in sand, shale, and sea weed, his brown eyes dart back and taking in his surroundings.</blockquote>