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@Pakde @Grade

The middle-aged woman, disheveled and still tattered in kelp, eyed Sonia with equal parts suspicion and vexation, immediately pulling her daughter closer as if to shield her from the influence of the worrisome outsider. This was not a woman who easily placed trust in others, especially demonic-looking others, on even the best of her days. And this day was far from one.

"What do you want from us!? You want to steal away my daughter - is that it!? Don't even dream of it, you will never pry her away you wicked--"

Before she could finish her accusatory diatribe, the woman was suddenly knocked away from her child by some magical force, falling to the sandy ground with a puffy thud. The child in the meantime was gently placed on the sand by the same windy force. Mother looked aghast, while daughter looked confused but curious, though not without a concerned look towards mother, whose vicious eyes immediately turned on Sonia.

"W-WITCH! SHE'S A WITCH! SHE'S TRYING TO TAKE MY DAUGHTER!" she yelled loudly, finger pointed furiously at Sonia, before scurrying back towards her child and wrapping her arms around her. "Are you alright!? Did she hurt you!?" she anxiously comforted her child, checking for injuries, before turning her fiery gaze back on the demoness.

"Y-you stay away, witch!" she menaced, feeling about her own neck for a pendant which featured some obscure idol of a God, posturing it defensively towards Sonia as if beckoning its protection. "The holiness of God will protect us from your malice, demon! Begone, else you shall incur His wrath!" the distraught woman continued, saying desperate prayers under her breath as she held the pendant stiffly towards her supposed transgressor.

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As the survivors reoriented themselves to the unfamiliar locale, more continued to wash ashore. Several crew mates were beginning to awaken, coughing up seawater and cursing in sailor tongues. There was no sign of the captain however; only the quartermaster and a good ten or so members from the ship's crew, as they glanced about with troubled looks, ambling towards where the rest of the group had gathered.

The page Luca could be seen near a downed Lord Gaensburg, trying to shake him a wake. With a retch of seawater the nobleman jerked awake, blinking about with utter perplexity. Not far away, another nobleperson had also washed ashore, however there were no signs of life with this one. The unmoving body of Lady DeVespe was lying face down in the watery sand, her servants and bodyguards nowhere yet to be seen. It seemed not everyone had survived the shipwreck.

Meanwhile, the sound of a woman's worried calls sounded across the beach. It was the mother of the family of three, her hand tightly clutched to her daughter's as they scoured the beach. It seemed the husband was missing, as repeated calls of "Hilbert!" went and continued to go unanswered. That did not deter the woman however, whose efforts only increased in both tenacity and anxiety. There was a good part of the group missing, and it seemed her husband was one of them, along with the captain, the first mate, about half the ship's crew, and a few other passengers.

The aged gentleman in the meantime looked to be well and good, brushing sand off his trousers in a sturdy fashion. He scanned around at the environment and then the other survivors, expression stern yet thoughtful as he joined in with the others wordlessly. Another one of the passengers - a younger fellow dressed in dark leathers - was looking about, groaning at his drenched attire, as he fetched his wide-brimmed hat from the sand, brushing off a large piece of kelp. All in all, it didn't seem like anybody's day for getting stranded on an unknown island.

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The storm raged on relentlessly, bolts of otherworldly lightning crashing down all around the crumbling ship and its hapless passengers with ever-increasing intensity. The oceans tumbled in chaos, threatening to engulf the vessel with each clawing wave. Realizing the ship was likely done for, the captain growled and abandoned his command post, hurrying to direct a full on evacuation via lifeboats. As the first boat was pushed into the encroaching tides, its crew hurriedly preparing to paddle towards safety, one of the crewmates noticed something in the distance that made him halt to a stop. A gigantic tidal wave of dark ominous water was rolling its way towards everyone and everything, swallowing all in its path. The captain soon noticed as well, his brows furrowing gravely in disbelief.

"Well sh--"

As the colossal wall of water laid its incontestable claim to the ship, all turned to darkness for the voyagers. They could only feel themselves being flung through the tides by forces far beyond their control. And then, nothingness.

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An indeterminate amount of time passed before the sense of hearing began returning to the unconscious voyagers--the sound of gentler waves, as they drifted in the calm aftermath of the storm, the darkness of midnight replaced by the cautious glow of light.

Eventually the survivors found themselves being washed ashore on an unknown beach along with pieces of wreckage from the ship. Tropical vegetation grew all around the beach, becoming denser the further in one looked. The beach itself stretched in both directions along the unknown coast, the hint of distant cliffs in one direction, and a bend that was obscured by the forest in the other. Peculiar wildlife could occasionally be spotted--large seabirds resembling storks flying at a distance, their calls subtly alien; smaller birds with rainbow patterns on their wings, chirping atop trees further in the forest; hermit crabs inhabiting a number of curious looking shells, waddling about in the sand. All in all, a wild, tropical paradise, with no sign of civilization anywhere in sight.



Some of the crew members and passengers that were washed ashore were beginning to wake up, coughing up seawater as they groaned and weakly crawled to their knees, reorienting themselves the best they could. They were a long way from anywhere they could remotely call home--and as they looked around, they knew it.

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@spiral origin

I can make a post with him on the ship as it sinks. But that is up to you if that is okay.

@Eviledd1984

Sure, feel free to do that if you like! Also gave you the proper role on the Discord so you should be able to see the channels now.

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@Eviledd1984 Oooh very cool character idea! I don't see any reason to decline, so accepted!

So right now in the game we are at a transition point; the ship is sinking and the next post is likely going to be everyone pretty much blacking out and then washing ashore at the island. I think your character could just wash ashore along with everyone else and you could make your intro post then. It's not a big deal if he wasn't seen by anyone else while on the ship, though given his appearance I'd guess he'd have made a lasting impression on anyone that did see him, so maybe he spent most of the time in the privacy of his cabin or something.

In any case I should be making the next post soon with everyone finally arriving on the island (post has been delayed for some time now tbh so hopefully I'll be able to update it within a day or two). Also feel free to put your character in the characters section if you like.

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@Eviledd1984 Neat, feel free to post their details!

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Bamdizzled~

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--TIMESKIP--

With Sir Landon neutralized by the ronin, the rest of the day, afternoon, and evening went fairly smoothly, with few notable events to disturb the ship as it sailed along peacefully towards its destination. Towards the late evening, a light rain had started to drizzle down on the deck from dark gray clouds above--nothing concerning, though it did rile up the waves a bit, causing the ship to wobble more than usual. By midnight, the drizzle had evolved into a heavy rain, but all was still steady enough, nothing the captain and crewmates hadn't seen before.

Below deck in the hammock area, mostly everyone was asleep at this point, their snores drowned out by the pattering of rain on wood. The little girl from the family of three however was very much awake, curled up in her parents' arms looking frightened by the troubling weather. Sir Landon had begun to stir awake as well, mumbling something in the darkness of his cabin, his page sound asleep in the other bed. In an adjacent cabin, Lady DeVespe was having a bit of trouble sleeping, tossing in her bed, her servant keeping an eye out for her.

It was a bumpy, disquieting night, but everything seemed relatively alright... until suddenly, the crack of thunder struck the surface of the ocean near the ship, causing the waves to enter a riotous tumult. The first boom was followed by more, as the ship's turbulence worsened. Tables and chairs were being knocked down, sliding to one side, then the other, and random food items and miscellaneous objects were rolling about on the ground. Even crewmates were falling out of their hammocks, their alarm and unease evident.

The little girl was crying loudly at this point, her parents trying to calm her, if not themselves. Yelling could be heard on deck, the waves having gotten so chaotic that large amounts of water were being splashed on-board, the crewmates hurriedly trying to mitigate the situation. The captain was on deck, trying his best to steer the ship to face the waves and plow through them safely, but things only seemed to be getting worse, the waves crashing against the ship's hull with increasing intensity. The old man was on deck was well, doing what he could do help, feeble as he looked. Up above in the midnight sky, the storm clouds loomed, glowing a strange and ominous purple, as devastating bolts of lightning crashed down all around the vessel.

When a stray bolt hit the side of the ship, the sharp crack of breaking wood was unmistakable, as the ship was sent into a violent swing, sending several crew members tumbling over the railing into the stormy depths below. There was now also a breach on the side of the vessel, seawater pouring into the dining area below deck. Crewmates frantically rushed to try to plug the break, but slowly the water was still leaking in, with no easy way to be disposed. Lady DeVespe and her guard rushed out of their cabin, trying to do what they could to help control the invading water which was slowly rising to ankle-height in the dining room.

Panic was in full swing, crew members and passengers alike yelling and scampering about the deteriorating ship, being thrown around by the raging sea. And things only seemed to be getting desperately worse by the moment...

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Are we ready for time skip?

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Just asking, can new players join after the even?

@Remuri

After the crash? Umm I guess, though their character selection would be pretty limited. They'd basically need to be someone who was keeping a rather low profile the whole time on the ship.