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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Someone" data-source="post: 1811341" data-attributes="member: 5656">The party finally arrives at the island, by some way or another, wet as a cod. The waves throw you over a sandy beach, where the crew mix sighs of desperation with prayers thanking the gods for being alive. The boat comes and go several times again, to get whatever can be rescued from the ship; food (including several live animals), weapons, and tools.The storm calms in two or three hours, and light starts pouring over the island. It´s not the island you were looking for: beyond the beach, a jungle starts, and by the look of it continues all the way to a small, rocky mountain range. No sign of civilization can be seen. The ship, now that the waters are calmed, doesn´t look in good shape. The rocks ripped a long wound near the keel, one mast is down and the serpents attacks also did their damage. 8 men died in the fight, and several are wounded; one of the sailor –a spellcaster- tends them with magic and skill. “A lot of work” says Halima, shaking her head. “We´ll have to find some trees with good wood; we´ve lost most of what we had on board. Some of the tools we needed are also in the bottom of the Sea, and we´ll have to…” Halima stands, staring at the ship “oh, yes, a whole crapload of work.”The courtain of the clouds fade and the sun shines all over the island. You, the beach and the jungle start to dry and steam: a subtle cloud of steam rises from it, and you hear far animal cries from the thick forest. An almost unnoticeable breeze shakes leaves and fruits, the most noticeable of them the size of an apple, and of a bright and yummy red color.* Suddendly, a shadow falls again, and dissapears just as quickly: the shadow of something really big flying fast. A chorus of ooohs and aaahs greet the sight of a bird, a falcon of a really stupid size, bigger than you ever imagined it could possibly be, carrying an also enourmous fish clutched in it´s talons. ¿Could it be that is flying lower than it seems? No, in a matter of minutes it reaches sthe mountains: even at that distance, you can see it clearly, standing on a rocky platform, where some trees grow. Trees really strange…“I can´t believe it” says a sailor to your right, half-closing his eyes. “They are masts.”*Al-Khazad: [spoiler]Curiously, one of the fruits hang from a dead tree. And you notice that one of the sailors, hungry or perhaps just sweet-toothed, is going to pick one.[/spoiler]</blockquote>

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