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Salzem

(Well... Think I'm going to kill of Val's character since she's banned and stuffs...)

As the girl approached, trying to help Aeizith, the frost dragon was simply too far gone in his pain and his hunger that letting her pass by simply wasn't an option... He needed blood if he was going to survive such bad sun-burning and he needed it NOW! As soon as she stepped within the shadow under which he lie, his arms immediately shot out, snatching onto her wrists with inhuman strength and near-impossible speed. Without mercy or hesitation, the dragon wrenched the girl to the ground as her spider rampaged further into the forest, either unwilling or unable to help with her master's imminent devouring. With a hiss that could come from nothing but a vampire, the young ice dragon sunk his razor-sharp teeth into her throat, ripping out the girl's trachea and splashing blood all over his face and torso. He drank her blood in deep, his damaged flesh starting to heal almost instantly as it flowed into his stomach. The salty-sweet goodness flowed through his own veins, granting the vampire his natural accelerated healing and increased strength and speed, only to serve him ripping out the woman's heart, holding it above his head and over his mouth, popping it like a fruit and grinning as the source of all her blood spilled down his throat... He felt revitalized! He felt powerful! He felt... nothing...?

With the damage from the sun negated and with his senses returning, Aeizith soon found himself standing over the body of a young woman, one that was likely trying to help him... Such an act should have mortified him but, when it came to feeding, it was just another act at this point... The most he felt bad about was the sticky red running down his chin and over his jacket, staining it. On instinct, the dragon stood, reaching down his hand above the woman's decimated body expecting it to freeze and shatter but, to his surprise a second time, his magic would not come... He could feel his magic... It was right at his fingertips but it just... wouldn't... form... Unfortunately, this meant two very bad things: One, any bodies he left in his wake would be found eventually and two: the blood on him would indicate there were bodies left in his wake to be found... Not eager to test his luck with the sun and wasting his time burying what's left of the girl, he instead slunk into the forest, just far enough so that he was enveloped in the shade of the trees, but still easily capable of seeing shore.

His first task was finding Silver, all else came second. First it was his magic and now his sense of smell... with such a damp and dank environment, it was impossible for even someone like him to pick up any one smell over the great distances he'd normally be able too. He only hoped she was on the shore somewhere he could see... As Aeizith scouted through the forest brush, veiled by the shadows and greenery alike, the first thing he came across were.... pirates? How did he know? Well... between the ship and someone in a captain's getup nursing another one of her fallen "mates", they all seemed very.... piratey. If any of them looked in his direction, they would see nothing but two glowing dots amongst the brush, dots that were the vampire's eyes.

Gawfy

Gawfy then heard a faint scream in the distance to his right. He sighed out loud as took his sword into his hands and started walking in that direction. Walking past all the worried faces as they wandered around this scattered and immense beach.  The screaming died down as Gawfy found himself walking toward a young man and a Lady with some torn clothing standing over a lad with Blood all over his face with a clothing of sort over his eye. He then hefted the blade to rest on his shoulder as he walked up to the trio.  Good god what the hell happened to him?

Medievarad

It didn't halt the pain. It didn't help at all. As Mythica looked upon the eye, she'd see the surface bubbling. As if it was boiling completely. Flint's throat became ragged due to the screaming. And he seemed to weaken. His hand grasped for Mythica's side, squeezing it softly, almost comfortingly. Then his hand alternated to the grip of one off her daggers, pulling it out. "I'm-," he caught his breath between the hissing and the heavy grunting. "Tearing it out."

And without as much more as a breath, he pulled the knife out, stabbing himself in the eye and carving the oddly coloured organ out. As it hit the sand, it slowly burbled down into a completely purple liquid, before dissipating.

"Fuck," he hissed now, putting the leather over his now missing eye. "That.. Fucking hurts like a bitch," he stated, slumping back against the ground again.

Whim

Ewan cringed in horror as Flint's eye struck the sand, sizzling. He'd seen wounds before, but a man tearing out his own eye was another matter. Mythica's flask was still in his satchel. The boy uncorked it and held it out to Flint, "Here's rum for the pain, Mister Flint -- uh, sorry Captain." It was her rum after all.

"Do you suppose there's a Mordecai or something about? But they don't undo magic that's been cast. Its awful weird."

His gaze drifted from the severed eye to an armored emerging from the jungle. The man was a giant and vaguely familiar. Gawfy. That was his name. They fought a demon together some months back. Ewan had his book then and could do all sorts of magic. Now he swabbed decks and they blamed him for lice and shaved off his hair; it was all rather embarrassing.

"Gawfy? What are you doing here?" the boy gave the mercenary a shy wave.
Awesome avatar by Eckhart_von_Musel

Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

Eckhart_Von_Musel

Griselda hated flying. It was difficult keeping herself airborne, as Griselda's heavyset build was just that- heavyset. Just lifting herself up off the ground was a challenge, but she was finally up high enough to make out that she was likely on an island. The lush jungle below her spread out for maybe three miles, and she could make out what looked like crumbling ruins of some sort hidden among the trees. Past the the jungle was a small mountain range. Griselda tried to fly higher so as to see above them, but was met with a strong burning sensation in her skin. In a panic, she stopped flapping her wings and began to plummet towards the ground...

Luckily, the sand was soft. After hitting the ground with a soft *thud*, Griselda got up, rubbing her head. She was fairly sure she hadn't broken anything- unlike the girl on the ground in front of her. Had her heart been ripped out by something? Griselda shrugged, and began to search her for any wallets or coin purses she may have. Griselda smiled, the girl had apparently been loaded- her coin purse was far too heavy then it had any right to be. The girl also had a silver spider trinket sitting on her shoulder, so Griselda pocketed that as well.

Suddenly, Griselda heard movement in the treeline behind her. Turning around, she began to walk in that direction. Upon reaching the trees, she saw a young man in clothing that seemed a bit too warm for the weather they were currently experiencing. Clapping her hands once to get his attention, she pointed at the man, a quizzical expression on her face.

Blink

Shrugging off her insecurities the elven girl set  her sights on finding the tallest palm she could set her sights on. Within a matter of moments there was one within view and quickly she made her way towards it, the plan being to climb it and see what kind of terrain she would be facing, and if she was lucky.. someone else. Pulling out each dagger from her sides Silver quickly started scaling the tree, using her weapons as tools to help in the climb by stabbing them into the tree for support. The landscape quickly throwing her into a state of awe when she was finally able to reach the top, half standing on the palms as the ocean wind whipped through her hair.

Surrounding her was an expansive terrain made of sand, stone and greenery alike. All of them meshing together in a breathtaking scenery. One would think this island was more of a destination than a hell to be trapped on. Regaining her focus Silver began eyeing the distance before her seeing bits of wreckage scattered all along the beach. In one area in particular there seemed to be a few people gathering supplies and carrying them to safety. "Pirates.." Silver muttered, able to tell from their attire alone what they were. Making a mental note to stay away from the likes of them she shifted her attention in another direction. A spec in the sand a bit ways away that also appeared to be a human just waking up.

"Good god how many ships were taken by this place?" The puzzle pieces slowly beginning to pan out in her mind. Unfortunately, even from her high vantage point Silver could not make out much more than that. But, just as she was about to scale down the tree she saw a woman hurling downwards from the sky a bit of a distance away. "... and apparently flight is still possible for some..." Shifting her eyes upwards she squinted, trying to see something that was not there. "... to an extent..." The only deduction she could make from watching the person descend towards whatever lie beyond the trees in that direction.

Making a mental note of the locations of those she could see Silver  hurled down the tree, jumping from the top and hitting the ground with a thud. "Stupid stupid stupid" she muttered to herself as she grasped at her ankle. Having been used to having her air attunement Silver would have on any other occasion cushioned the blow with a strong gust of wind, causing her landing to be more graceful. However, her abilities did not work here and it was a stupid mistake to forget so. "Good going Silver. Not only are you stranded on an island with god knows what with no abilities but now you have gone and injured yourself."

Sitting there in self pity she continued to clasp at her ankle for a few more moments before scooting herself back a bit so that her back was pressed against the very tree she had jumped from. Based on the pain level she was experiencing Silver had deducted it was nothing more than a sprain. "Best to sit for a few minutes." As if she had to explain her actions to someone who was not there. So with her injured leg extended and the other folded in front of her Silver sat beneath the tree rhythmically thudding it against the palm's trunk repeating herself over and over again. "Stupid... stupid.... stupid.... stupid...."

Iridescent

Adrian had continued making his way towards the sounds of others he'd been hearing, though his sense of direction was a little off. He was still a bit overwhelmed by what had been happening, yet starting to feel more and more fascinated as well. He couldn't help it; his sense that something was terribly wrong existed alongside a sense that whatever it was, there was a very real chance he'd stumble upon something he never had before.
And in a weird way, that was exciting. He had no journal on his person - it likely got lost while he was out - and nothing to write with, even, but he'd find a solution to that if he came across anything that needed to be written about.
Right now, however, that was the least of his issues.

A thud nearby drew his attention. It was followed by someone mumbling and he moved towards it. Potentially risky, but at this point Adrian felt the risk was worth taking.
He made his way through a few trees and then noticed a young, elvish woman seated against a tree, clasping her ankle.
"What happened? Is it broken?" was the first thing coming out of his mouth, despite all the other questions that were also moving about in the back of his mind. It was the healer in him taking the wheel, really. Someone was hurt, he was not, he was a mage that specialized in healing and this was a situation he was convinced he could remedy.
By now his reddish hair had dried a considerable bit in the sun and it was the kind of curly chaos you got when you wore your hair short but went on a voyage of a few weeks with no barber on board. Most of his garb was still quite wet, however, but at least not really dripping anymore. It was something.

Codex

Mythica would continue to hold Flint's side as she watched him scream in pain from the burning sensation that was hitting his body. Looking over it carefully as he slumped back on the ground, she'd check his chest to make sure nothing else was wrong... "What on earth..." She was surprised to see him gouge out his own eye in front of her. Sure she had seen her fair share of gruesome actions int ha past, but never so forward and sudden like the one Flint just pulled. Especially on someone like themselves. Whatever it was, it was gone now though. Thankfully, Mythica could rest easy for a while, knowing Flint was stable for at least the moment.

However, her solitude wouldn't last long as her cabin boy perked his head up with an unfamiliar voice interrupted the three. She turned as well to see a rather tall man holding a blade. He didn't seem hostile, so it was likely this newcomer was in the same situation like the rest of them.

Mythica wouldn't answer his question though, she was too annoyed and worried to even speak at the moment, carefully observing Flint to make sure he would remain alright. "Ewan.. Got help Maul rally the crew. Find whoever you can and bring them to this beach." She told him coldly, staring down at Flint. But Ewan's remark toward the stranger caused the captain to perk up again. "Wait... You know this man?" She asked, somewhat confused. What were the chances of this stranger actually *Not* being a stranger towards a member of her crew? He must've sailed the seas often enough for Ewan to recognize him.  Than again, she didn't really know much about the kid before he came into her service.

Sighing, Mythica would slowly stand and brush off the sand from her coat and rest a hand on the pommel of her blade. "Seems the sun disagrees with his rather... "special" eye." She'd say abruptly. Oddly enough, the fact that Ewan knew this stranger put Mythcia on ease. After all, he was a good kid. Anyone he became friends with in the past, Mythica doubted they'd be hostile.

Salzem

Aeizith slipped back into the treeline as the larger swordsman approached, seeing all he really needed too. There was little point in hanging around now that he knew what he was dealing with here. There were in fact, actual pirates marooned on this island with him in the middle of the day and his greatest strength, his magic, was completely useless... However... he could still feel he could take his dragonic form (if partially) so at least he could escape whenever he wanted unless this place had some kind of barrier set up around it too. He could sprout his wings, disappear off this cursed place under the shroud of night and when he escaped the island's magic negating pull, he could form an icy float and sleep below the surface of the water, immune to the sun's damaging rays. He didn't know if his ring would even work after all this...  After all, it was just an enchantment. Perhaps this island renders magic inert indefinitely and if that's the case... Aeizith would be half the fighter he was forever...

With that chilling thought in mind, Aeizith slipped back into the brush quietly, stealthily, accidentally rustling a few leaves as he made his strategic withdrawl. He needed a cave... something consistently shady... He could dig a whole and throw himself in it, but he didn't know how to make one so stable... Aeizith may have been 7000 years old and had many skills to his name, but many more alluded him for living such an isolated life. It seemed even now his favorite skill, stealth, had been rendered a tad rusty as he made his way a tad deeper into the island, he heard clapping behind him, a sound so sudden and loud, it made the vampire flinch. Craning his neck so he could look over his shoulder, the little ice dragon caught a glimpse of a HUGE woman staring right at him, her gaze seeming to puzzle over his presence there.

Alarmed at having been detected so quickly, Aeizith disappeared into the trees once more, nestled away under the roots of a massive amazon-like trunk as they protruded from the soil. Nothing that would normally live in such a cool, wet place would live atop or beside the undead, scattering off into the dirt by his boots or further away. Spiders, snakes, centipedes and so on wanted nothing to do with such an unholy being, leaving Aeizith alone in the dark, thinking of what he should even do...

Silver... He didn't know if she was even on this island... Was she at sea, holding onto a piece of lumber as hypothermia took its grip? Was she even alive to feel the cold embrace of the deep ocean waves? If he had his magic.... If only he had his magic... then they'd know for certain... He didn't know if the huge amazon-like-woman would be able to track this far into the brush, but he hoped she was inept at such things. That girl he devoured was enough to heal his wounds, but now he was hungry again...

Gawfy

Gawfy's ears perked up as he heard a familar voice, looking over to see a familiar friend. Ewan? Every where to run into someone you know and it happens to be when i get beached, I see you still  look like you haven't aged a day, And uh nice hair cut. He would chuckle to himself as he now  Sheathed his sword and addressed the question given to him. Got no clue to be honest. Fell asleep on a boat and woke up on the beach. He then looked at the man on the ground and the Woman next to him before turning back to Ewan. A pirate now eh? Never really saw you for the shooting stabbing and stealing type, but im not in the seat to pass judgement with my own line of work. Gawfy then took the whisky he had on his belt into his hand as he walked over to the man on the ground.  Looks like your eye hurts like a bitch. He said before Holding out the bottle to the man. You look like you need this alot more than me. He then stood up before turning to the girl. I take it from the fancy clothes and loud hat you are  or were the captain this bunch?
he would ask while looking around the beach

Medievarad

Flint seemed to calm down after tearing out his own eye. The burning and stinging sensation had subsided. The bottle of rum that was offered to him didn't survive any longer than a few seconds and a few solid glugs. The whiskey offered to him was also almost immediately consumed, throwing the empty bottle in the sand. And now he was drunk. Good. That solved the pain of tearing out his own goddamn eye.

He glanced at Mythica, still panting softly under his breath due to the stress and trauma, his hand feeling around for his hat, before putting it on and pulling himself back to his feet. "Thanks," he noted towards both Ewan and Gawfy, before spitting at the still sizzling pool of arcana in the sand. "This place is vile, hates magicks," he snorted with a soft grunt, before moving off to Mythica, resting a hand on her shoulder, before wrapping an arm around to put her mind at ease.

"Though. Where the fuck is this place?"

Whim

Ewan flushed red and squirmed at Gawfy's remarks. "Well I kinda got caught by robbers in Zantaric. Then got sold. Then got made a cabin boy. But I was wanting to sail North anyhow..." he enumerated on stubby fingertips, giving Gawfy an indignant squint, "I don't do any plundering."

The discarded flask from Flint was snatched up and stuffed it into his pack. It was a nice flask and he'd gotten used to tidying up. "Do you suppose its the island itself?" Other than his magic not working nothing felt wrong. The air wasn't oppressive like standing near a Mordecai; it was sunny and breezing and nice.

The cabin boy wrinkled his nose at Mytha's orders. He could see figures up and down the beach, some gathering driftwood or picking through supplies. Before he could whine the first mate, a mountain of thick muscle adorned with tattoos, nudged him forward and they were off. As Ewan and the surly crewman wandered up the beach they met an assortment of castaways. Some were familiar faces of Sereph's Requiem, some merchants, and some adventurers.

"The captain says we need to meet down that way. How'd you get up here anyway?" he said to some crewmen.

"Your boat vanished too? Green fog? Um, well our crew's down that way. I guess you could come..." did those adventurers know they were pirates? Maybe they'd prefer to chance it?

Ewan thought he saw some figures lurking among the trees, watching as they combed the beach for castaways. Maul told him to calm down before he pissed himself. Well, Maul did have an enormous falchion, and the rest of the crew guns and knives and swords...

***

(Violet mentioned in the discord that Mythica would be trying to get people's attention for a post-shipwreck meetup. I thought this might be a kind of hook if your characters are inclined to bite.)
Awesome avatar by Eckhart_von_Musel

Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

Eckhart_Von_Musel

Griselda exhaled bemusedly as the man fled deeper into the bushes. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence- she had a reputation as a ruthless killer, so she was used to people fearing her. Shrugging, she began to flap her massive wings once more. Flying just above the forest canopy so as not to suffer a repeat of last time, she made her way towards the mountains. Finding high ground seemed like the best course of action to take at the moment, as it would provide her with a better view of her surroundings. Griselda had a good memory, so once she got a good look at the landscape she was unlikely to forget where everything was.

And then Griselda saw the spider.

It was massive, at least the size of a horse-drawn carriage if not bigger.. It was currently in the middle of spinning a web, although with strands of silk as thick as iron bars Griselda wasn't sure who would be dumb enough to get stuck in it. Upon Griselda passing overhead, the spider looked up with it's eight eyes and spoke in a hissing voice. "Yo, what's up?"

Dumbstruck, Griselda landed in a nearby tree- only to be attacked by the spider immediately afterwards. "Haha, you're pretty stupid!" the spider laughed as it knocked Griselda backwards with a flick of one of it's many legs. "Why would you actually land? You didn't think I was friendly, did you?" Griselda was sent flying into the tree with enough force to cause it to splinter down the middle. Getting back up, Griselda wiped the blood from her nose and began to slowly circle the spider, waiting for an opening. "Wow!" the eight legged beast said excitedly as it's eyes followed her. "I don't normally meet people who could survive a hit like that, much less get back up afterwards!" Suddenly lunging forwards, the spider made a move to gore Griselda with it's mandibles. "... But I'm afraid it's not good enou- OW!" the spider screamed as Griselda punched it in the face. Staggering backwards, the spider was too dazed to prevent Griselda from climbing on top of it and pinning all eight legs behind it's back. To her surprise, the spider just seemed to laugh it off. "Hahaha, you got me! That's pretty neat."

Somehow managing to shake Griselda off it's back, the spider lowered itself in an odd imitation of a bow. "My name is K'laxicx, but you can call me Chelsea. Too many people had trouble pronouncing K'laxicx, it was honestly getting annoying." Raising itself back up, the spider somehow managed to to convey a proud expression on it's inhuman face. "It's not everyday somebody manages to defeat me in a contest of strength. You are worthy to be my rider, if you so desire. What is your name, warrior?" Griselda didn't answer Chelsea's question and merely grinned and pointed in the direction of the mountains. "Oh, um, sure. We can go that way I guess." The spider said, clearly confused by Griselda's lack of words. Climbing on the back of her new friend, Griselda and Chelsea began to head in the direction of the mountains...

Blink

 A man's voice got her attention, causing Silver to momentarily lose focus on her ankle. Seemingly appearing out of nowhere Silver thought she had seen everyone near her when she was atop the tree, apparently she was mistaken. Because now appearing through the brush was a sandy hair colored man, one who seemed only slightly taller than her. He seemed nonthreatening enough, but didn't almost everyone at first glance? Even with him asking if she was okay she found herself hesitant to answer.

"It's not broken... at least I don't think" Silver went back to focusing on her ankle, feeling it with her fingertips as if she knew what she were doing. "I think it's just a sprain." Placing her hands behind her body she used the trunk of the large tree to push herself upwards. Now standing she held one knee bent to keep the pressure off of her injury. "I think if I just keep my weight off of it I will be fine by tomorrow." Whether or not she was correct she did not know, but the least she could do was hope. Perhaps this man wasn't a member of the pirates she had seen further down the beach, he didn't look it. And if he were going to hurt her she thought maybe he would have already tried.

Just when she was about to introduce herself Silver heard some voices just beyond the treeline, no doubt scouring the beach for survivors. "There are pirates in that direction..." Silver then pointed towards the area in which she saw them from the tree. "I was on top of that tree when I saw them. But then I jumped down like an idiot and without my maj-" she cut herself off, realizing that maybe she shouldn't go around mentioning she was without any abilities. "...I fell.." she corrected herself bluntly, clearly leaving a gap in what she was saying before.

"I don't know about you but I don't think they are the best crowd to just go walking up to... especially like this." She then motioned towards her ankle as if she needed to explain why. She didn't even know if this stranger felt the same way she did about pirates, but from everything she had ever experienced with them they were trouble.. and the last group she thought she should team up with in this type of situation. "I'm Silver by the way... Silver Ruscoqui." She need not mention that she had traveled here with someone else. She didn't even know if he was alive anymore after hearing his scream when she first woke up, and that terrified her.

Iridescent

Adrian nodded briefly when the woman explained she did not think her ankle was broken. Although his face was still serious, he relaxed a little. A sprained ankle was no fun, but way better than dealing with a fracture.
"Well, that's good to hear, at least," he said with a faint smile.
The voice in the distance made him look up immediately. How many people were there on this island? He looked back at the woman when she claimed they were pirates.
"I was on top of that tree when I saw them. But then I jumped down like an idiot and without my maj-"
Her sudden stop made Adrian's eyebrows raise.
"...I fell.."
He nodded again.

"Pirates, huh.." he said softly. He frowned.
Well, that did not sound very good. Pirates had been one of the things the captain had sternly warned him about when he'd got on the ship that had brought him here.
If we're attacked by pirates, you are on your own, just so we're clear, he'd said. All their time at sea had been pirate-free. And now he was stuck near them all the same.
"I think you're right," he said, when the woman suggested steering clear from them.
She introduced herself and Adrian smiled, a bit more joyfully this time.
"Adrian Brunfaire," he introduced himself. He looked at her ankle again.
"I might be able to help out with that," he said. He squatted down beside her and held his hand above the ankle.

But nothing happened. He swore softly, though his choice of words wasn't very obscene. He tried to channel his magic again.
"I'm- sorry," he started, his tone incredulous. "Normally healing something like this is easy, I don't know why it's not now."
He gave it a few more attempts, but the blue light that accompanied the healing spell refused to appear.
"What in the world..." he muttered under his breath. He pulled his hand back and looked at the woman.
"Somehow I can't channel my spells anymore, it seems."

Codex

Mythica dusted off the sand of her clothes and began walking down the beach, straightening her hat as her boots sank in the beach underneath her. She'd ignore most of the people crawling onto shore, still unaware, or unable to grasp the entirety of their situation. But to Mythica it was clear. They had been shipwrecked on some unknown island by magic. There was nothing else to explain that green fog that had taken over her ship within an instant. And now they were here...

Finally, it seemed Ewan and Maul had gathered most of the Seraph's crew. She was relieved to know they were all unharmed, so whatever the fog was, it apparently wasn't lethal. At least she hoped. Otherwise they'd all feel the lasting effects soon. Mythica found an uprooted palm tree lying on the beach, and she took it quickly as her vantage point. The girl stood on the end of it, above her crew as they gathered in a semi circle around her. Even those not from her ship did the same. Looked like Ewan had spread the word around more than she had thought, and it attracted more attention. Clearing her throat, Mythica would study the faces of the sailors around her and speak:

"Alright! It seems as if we're stuck here, without any ways of getting off. Unless one of ye found a ship or something that can float, we'll have to make do with what we got!" Mythica opened with. From her tone, it sounded like this wasn't the first time she had been shipwrecked, and that would be true. In her many years of sailing the seas, she had indeed gotten abandoned on an island or two with only a handful of survivors. Back then she always had her father, and former captain of the Seraph to help guide her, but now the training wheels were off.

"I know many of you are nervous because of my boys here, but don't be. We may be untrustworhty, backstabbing, raping sea rats, but we're all obviously stuck in the same boat... Or... Off of it I should say." She said nervously, scratching the back of her head trying to recover from the unintentional, extremely bad pun. "Point is, NONE of us are gonna get anywhere if we don't work together! You wanna survive? I suggest we stay ont he beach, and start building shelters. If you wanna go find your own way, BE my guest, but know that this island is new to all of us, and we won't be coming toy save yer sorry asses when you meet something less then friendly in those woods." She'd pause, and give the people some time to carefully consider her words.

Salzem

Having seemingly escaped from the giant winged woman, Aeizith slowly sneaked out from beneath his shelter and back out into the exterior of the island, careful though to avoid any direct contact with sunlight... Somehow... on this layout unfamiliar to him, the dragon was able to make his way back over the the area where the pirates seemed to be speaking, once again concealed by the bushes... but he had no idea how long it would before they detected him. Why? Because the day grew longer... and hotter. It was so hot... To a normal human, this was bearable... to Aeizith with his ring on, uncomfortable but he could deal with it. To a vampire with his only protection being some thin cloak of shade...? It was torture and the afternoon was still young. The Little ice dragon lay sat there amongst the green, listening to the brigands talk while he panted like a dog, sweat rolling down his pale skin as if he were a human amid a desert... Most of the pirates' conversation was a blur, the heat seeming to mix it up left and right in his mind. Delirium... he needed more blood... something to stave off the delirium! If he became delirious, he could very well walk right out into the sun and die right then and there with his last cohesive thought being him realize that he was dead. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything around... not a small mammal, a lizard or even an INSECT he could drink from! Only the foliage that surrounded him and the dirt underneath... Aeizith made a soft, audible groan on reflex before suddenly raising his hands to his lips, covering his mouth wide-eyed. Unfortunately, in his haste, he accidentally rustled the bushes as his sleeve brushed against them...

More than likely, this would draw the pirate's attention and that's the last thing he wanted right now... not while the sun was in the sky! He could barely think straight with the sun invading his mind!

Gawfy

Gawfy watched as the captain gave her speech, then shook his head when he heard the pun. Gawfy raised his voice as she quieted down. Well thats all good on paper, but what about food and water?
Lots of people here how would you plan on securing food and drinking water for all of these people should we stick together? There also poses the problem of Clean water for all of these people.
Gawfy asked the woman.

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