Remember the Cavindale! (As his betters, i think we have a duty to help him)

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)

I check another body for a pulse, one in a series of many dead corpuses, the cold leathery skin tells me all I need to know but I continue to check just to be sure. Finding none I know theirs nothing humanly possible for me to due but I look into the human boy’s open staring eyes with pity frowning as I think about what this boy must have been like…

He should be upsetting his mother by coming home late for dinner and not washed up dead upon some beach. Why would his family let him go off to fight some war? How will they find out their son is now dead so far away from home?

The voice from behind startles me but I quietly give thanks as it gives me a reprieve from my darkening thoughts. I rise from my kneeled position and turn to address the voice but finding a male half elf startles me and I can’t help but wonder.

Does he know who he really is? Who his family is and does he have his family still?

I realize with some horror and stupidity that I have been steering at him. Unsure how long that has been going on I smile meekly and reply:

“I’m not sure how good I’m doing they have all been beyond the simple use of herbs.”

A loud bellowing cry interrupts are conversation and I use it as a means to escape awkwardness of the moment.

“I’m going to go an assist him maybe he will have better luck than me.”

I walk over to the human male cleric taking in the scene of the disaster again… I frown and shake my head as I see the survivors pick the deceased of their position but I don’t say anything to them as I know soon enough I will have to due the same. I turn my attention back to the cleric and notice that he now has company as a half orc, who is at least half a foot taller than me, is standing next to him. I hear the orc say:

"Sir, you are a cleric. Who is your god? I will try to assist you to help others. I am very strong."

I glance at the Orc’s muscled physique and I have no doubt he can back up that last statement. Before the cleric can respond I’m at their side and simple state:

“Sir, I am a ranger with herbs and simple training with them and would also like to help you too.”

 

[ShadowX]

Edward Talmed

Edward takes a step back from the half-orc, part in uncertainty and part to fit the entirety of the orc's massive profile into his vision. After a few seconds he replies in a shaky voice, "I... I am a cleric of Fharlanghn. The name is Edward," he asks as he extends his arm for a handshake, "May I ask what is your name?"

As he says this he notices another person walking up to him. At the womans offer of assistance Edward replies, "I thank both of you for the offer, but so far it seems that there are no injured. You were either a survivor in good condition or a corpse by the time you washed up on the beach."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)

Loske hangs her head in disappointment as she had gotten her hopes up that the clerics’ god help would be able to help the poor souls washed up on the beach. Her red tress hangs plastered with black sand as she thinks again of the poor boy…

At least their not suffering anymore…

She brushes a stray locket away from her eye absentmindedly as she lifts her head to address the cleric, “Well at least your god has ended their suffering. My name is Loskeruina, but most people I know call me Loske.” She flashes a small simile to show her good will, but the smile fades quickly as the topic grows serious. “So cleric who where the lucky ones us or them?” Loske points to the nearest carcass for added meaning.

 

[alsih2o]

as soon as cale arrives on shore, which gives kelkan time to walk about 40 yards, you hear a sucking sounds. a sound not unfamiliar.

near the dock where you first boarded the baot that sank stranding you here there was a large pond filled wiht colorful fish, a public pond built by the theocratic council of Maissen. when you would throw bread on the pond surface this same slurping sound would accompany the fish sucking the bread under.

except this sound is larger.

(rolls buncha spot checks)

soloman and edward will notice the bodies disappearing from near the shore. each body that disappears leaves behind a dark cloud of blood a few moments later.

kelkan, upon getting approx 40 yards up the beach comes across a freshwater stream. it dredges a deeper spot in the black sands after it seperates itself a path through the palm trees.

up this opening kelkan can see the slightly smouldering flattened top of a lrage volcano in the far distance.

 

[infax]

Kelkan: Halfling, Wizard

Having noticed the volcano and still unable to ascertain for sure what place is this (is it a known island? is it the destination continent? is it some place uncharted?), Kelkan turns around to go join the other survivors.

At noticing there are no more bodies on the shore, Kelkan gets very surprised.

In an insecure voice and while only aproaching as little as 10 yards, Kelkan calls to his companions:

"Err... Fellows! Over here! I found a stream."

And sets to watch them approach while opening his scrollcase to have the parchments inside at easy reach.

 

[Dakkareth]

Jobis 'Swifthand': Half-elves rogue 3

Looking up from another corpse without possessions Jobis notices, that his future targets have disappeared. Combined with the sucking sound he heard earlier and the less than desirable situation it's enough to make his paranoia flare up.

No sense in disappearing like these poor sods, now that I survived the sea.

Drawing his rapier he backs off towards the small group of survivors. Arriving he turns to them and introduces himself.

"I'm Jobis and like you I was lucky enough to survive. Nice to be not the only one - there's safety in numbers."

He still has his rapier out but is holding it with the point down in a gesture of peace mixed with wariness.

 

[Badger]

Toskar Shieldsplitter (male dwarven fighter)

~The gates to the Moradin's Great Hall...by the gods...why am I seeing them? Could it be that my time has come? By the Maker's hammer, why does the hall smell of salt?~

Toskar's question was answered a moment later when a wave crashed over his head and brought his senses back to the present in a rush.

All around him the world zoomed in, and Toskar cursed as he closed his eyes and pushed the crystal lenses off of his nose, reminding himself once again of the dangers of the glasses. Reopening his eyes, Toskar saw only carnage around him and wondered if any others had survived.

Standing on slightly unsteady legs, Toskar saw others stirring as well, and silently thanked the Maker that the sea had not claimed everyone. Hooking his mace securely onto his belt, Tosker began walking towards the others wanting to see who the other survivors were.

 

[Macbeth]

Swift (male elf monk)

Having found nothing particularly useful in the wreckage, when Swift first hears the sucking sound he quickly but calmly walks up shore towards the trees, eventually sitting down near the stream with his legs crossed, still completely emotionless. Swift sits and takes in the conversations of the others around him, but remains silent himself, all the time watching the disapperaing bodies leave the beach, and mentally considering the best tactics to fight this unknown creature.

 

[Manzanita]

Solomon (half orc)

Solomon's eyes whip towards the sucking sound.

OOC: Are the bodies being sucked into the sand? or into the water? Any tenticles or such visible?

He grips his great sword in both hands. "We are in danger. I will try to protect you," he says calmly to the cleric and the female ranger.

 

[Badger]

Toskar (dwarven fighter) - Danger

{Toskar}

As Toskar approached the gathering of the others, a towering fighter brought his blade to bare and stepped in front of two other survivors.

[Solomon]

"We are in danger. I will try to protect you."

{Toskar}

Looking around him, Toskar pulled the mace easily from its loop and spoke quickly.

"What seems t' be the problem? I'm not seein' anythin' but sand an' see 'round here."

While he did know the tusker who stood before him, the man's corded muscles held the heavy blade easily, and Tosker had no desire at the moment to see if the ease was show or skill.