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A dull soupy mist surrounds you, and your senses are dimly aware of the smell of blood and fire that permeates the thick fog you inhale…
After a few moments you hear some moaning and shouting, it seems others are regaining their own consciousness as well, and you slowly rise to try and find your bearings. When you sit up straight, the world spins and you have to remain sitting for almost a minute… the moaning has subsided, and the shouting has died out altogether.
You notice your ever so slightly bobbing, as if the wood you sit upon is part of a ship, and you vaguely remember being a traveler onboard a vessel, though the name escapes you at the moment, you curse yourself silently for being so ‘weak’ and sloppy that you would end up in such a peculiar situation. When you have sufficiently recovered, you reach out slowly through the soupy mist and reach for a piece of wood that stands up, you could see the shadowy outline of it, it is black and singed and there is a gaping hole in it, when you focus your eyesight, you notice it as the side of the actual ship you are on, but there is a cannonball sized hole in it, where it ripped through the wood and left it black from the heat of the explosion that followed afterwards. You lift yourself up by the railing of the ship, supporting yourself on the wood that still stands firm, and you try to look around you. You see nothing but the thick misty fog.
You try to say something, but your throat is hoarse and dry, barely making a sound, you swallow a few hales of mist which helps your throat to clear, and you call out if there are any survivors…
After some silence you hear the moaning of a few others who try to react to your response. The ship bobs silently in the water, with now and then some sloshing against the woodwork, but apart from that, there seems to hang an eerie silence, no wind, just thick soupy mist…
When you have gotten sufficient strength in your legs to start moving about, you remember a battle, on the very ship, and sounds and visions of that battle that were up till now suppressed begin siphoning back into your mind, you hear screams of dying, explosions of incoming cannonballs and shouts of an officer to brace for impact, and to fire at will…
Memories now flood in like a torrent, and you begin to remember that your ship, The Van Heyck, was on a mission…though what mission remains uncertain at the moment.
You remember the Captain taking a stray cannonball square in the torso and being blown with massive force of the impact of the ship, he probably did not survive…. You think its time to search for other survivors now, as they must be in the same state as yourself and you might not be alone, according to the moans, and with that you begin to slowly and cautiously move about the top of the ship…
ooc:You are all on half hitpoint totals, and dazed the first 3 rounds, just so u understand the mood...
(add. please no posts untill your characters are fully finished and i have seen them.)
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One can hear as well a low caw amongst the moaning, and even see, if not dazed, a strange creature lying on a corner. Some of his black feathers and his long dark beak are not hidden by a hood, which seems to have covered by accident the creature's face. Still confused, almost to the state of unconsciousness, it breathes with effort and remains lain, with the beak open and part of the tongue evident. It may take some time to regain awareness of his surroundings, and perhaps even more until the recent events regain space in its mind.
Crows were never a good omen.