Forett

Crator Island.

The sun was already at an angle in the sky as the time passed.

Zarriia would be startled as two doves fled their roost from one of the nearby beams that had separated from the decking above. The lids of the barrels were easy enough to split, revealing what looked and smelled like dwarven ale. She would have no idea if the stuff was sour or not, but it was something worth finding. If nothing else, the barrel would offer a easy place to store rainwater. The several tied down crates were harder to get into. Telling Aquilan to gather firewood, she would set to work. The rope holding down the crates was still very strong, which means that it would be a waste to cut it. Maneuvering the ropes to the edges of the crates, she was able to pry the lid off of one of the crates in the time it took Aquilan to gather a healthy bundle of firewood and move the small boat up the beach.

Aquilan would set out to gathering driftwood and planks to prepare for whatever night may hold. He spent very little time picking up the light wooden planks that were littered about the beach, however a strange ship managed to catch his eye. This boat was made out of ironwood, making it’s hull glow a different color in the rising sun’s light. The symbol of a dove in flight was visible on the upside down ship’s bow just before the sandline. Something about the ship seemed to cause him pause. Though there was little time for exploring at the moment. He moved on after dropping off the firewood to move the dinghy up the beach where the drow had requested. Aquilan would note that this boat was a lot heavier than it looked. Dragging it up the beach proved to be a slight challenge, however it was doable without too much exertion. After dragging the boat up the beach, he would not the drow has managed to open one of the unravaged crates.

Inside of this crate was a sight that would normally be appalling to Zarriia. Dwarven military rations. The crate was packed with them, more than enough to last her and the elf for the greater part of two weeks should they eat nothing else. Not to mention there were two more crates tied down with this one.

Crator Island.

No darkness filled this mighty ship’s hold as Zarriia peered into the hull breach. Another hole could be seen on the opposite side of the ship, as though something not much larger than herself had gone completely through this armored dwarven ship. Crates filled the room, however it appeared that the innards of the ship were very badly damaged. The rooms and hold space in the bow of the ship were inaccessible. As Zarriia stood in the entrance of this ship, she could tell one thing was very off about this wreck- About all of these wrecks. These ships had not crashed via wave, no they had fallen. These ships had fallen from the sky, while it is likely this dwarven vessel may be an airship, the sail bearing vessels that were around them on the beach had no means of getting where they were. A natural tide would have ground the wrecks to splinters years ago. Not to mention that this ship was not filled with seawater despite the innards being slightly lower than the sand. The floor was cracked and bent as sand seemed to have forced it’s way from beneath the boards. This ship would offer shelter, however there were still two very easily accessible holes for which man and varmint alike may enter. Aside from these details, the only other thing present was a large crate and several barrels that looked to be well aged. These crates and barrels are still tied to the pallet that had been loaded onto the ship in port. With luck, they may be full of much needed supplies or tools.
Aquilan would place the barrel down to speak to the drow only to see that she was no longer near him. The silence with which Zarriia moved was unsettling, though the sand would help with this no doubt. His eyes had no problem spotting her, however. Zarriia had already started toward the dwarven ship with weapons ready. One could hope she was eager to find shelter, however the smart man would know this drow was craving a fight. Either way, she was taking the risk of going first. As he followed, he would note that at least one tale of drowish women were true, they are rather pleasing to look at.
To Aquilan, the dwarven ship was without a doubt meant for the skies. He could tell simply from it’s lack of sails that the ship was an early model much like the ones sent in the first explorations of the Western sea. How it managed to suffer such a strange hull breach was indeed quite the mystery, as this bend in its hull was not beneath the ship, but in its side just beneath the top deck. To his knowledge, this ship would have three decks beneath the first, however as he followed the drow and could see within the ship he would see that the other decks were inaccessible. The ship was likely missing it’s entire bottom half given the consistency of the sand.

The Palace of Pimpitude (A Hangout Thread)

@Cynder

ur dum

I'm new at this, but at least I'm using insults!

Crator Island.

That's alright! The RP is going to be rather slow because of Runic's work schedule and your different time zone. As long as we try to keep it at one post per 24 hours we should be fine.

Crator Island.

As of right now, no. But I will in the future.

Crator Island.

After moving over to assist the drow, Quil would spot what he asked for. The barrel was upright in the small dingy the drow had arrived in. It was plainly visible from where Aquilan now stood. As he looked at the cliff he would notice that it was no longer as bleak as it was only moments ago. The light of the morning sun was now casting a faint warmth over the both of them as it reached it’s full strength just above the horizon. The cliff face was glowing in the light of the morning sun as the gentle rays bounces off of the many rocks and smoothed slabs of Granite. The even tones almost made the cliff look beautiful. This beauty, however, faded as fast as it had appeared.
Zarriia would hear this man accept her offer without much protest, it was obvious the he needed water. After Zarriia’s cloths were dried, she would feel comfortably warm. This feeling, however, was ruined as she started to feel the salt within her boots. Regardless of this minor detail, she would catch the elf looking her over the same way she had him. His expression was hard to read as his face was dry and his lips were cracked. He wouldn’t be useful no matter what he did if he was not given water soon. Zarria would notice the cliff in the light of the sun as well, the reflected rays removed nearly all of the shadows on the beach. It would be a breathtaking sight in any other situation. Though as the minute passed, so to did the light of the sun.

It would seem that this beach was void of any life aside from seagulls and the two elven bloods. There is not so much as a single skull to mark the death of the men that had been on any of these massive shipwrecks. There were also no smaller craft to be seen. The only ships that were ashore were ones that would never float again. Some of which may not even stay above the new sea of sand that they now rested upon as they rotted away. The only ship that appeared to be hospitable was the dwarven ship they could see resting as though it was made to sail through sand.

Crator Island.

The sun was now filling the beach with a clear light as it fully rose above the horizon. As the two talked, their senses would slowly press about them. With every waking second of conversation each of the two would notice more details about the beach as well as each other.
The beach itself was indeed covered in drift wood, meaning that starting a fire would, or rather should, be easy. The wrecked dwarven ship looked to be very solid despite its rust and age. It could offer them shelter should they manage to cooperate. Several other ships were buried in the sand of the beach. Most of them capsized and buried further inland towards this massive looming cliff. The cliff itself looked to be natural despite its very unnatural height. The ship had a large hole in the left side, the side facing them. This hole was even with the sands, and would allow anyone to walk within the bowels of the ship.
Zarriia would notice that this elf seemed to be in no position to harm her other than for his own survival, and that he could very well dry out her rather damp clothing. If anything, he could start a fire for them to cook fish on should they manage to catch any. Aquilan would notice that this woman was unnaturally calm. It would seem that she was very used to dangers and bad situations, not only that but her bow could be used to fish. Whatever supplies were in that boat would not last forever.
The choice was now theirs to make.

Crator Island.

Prince is dropping due to being very busy. The RP shouldn't be held up any longer.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Your house has bones, Runic? Oh ho- I wonder what else that entails?

Crator Island.

I will be posting soon regardless of post order, just letting everyone know.