<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Malcyn, Healer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291073.msg14291297#msg14291297 target=new)</span><br/>Time: Day 1<br/>Location: A sandy shore<br/>Tagging: All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Malcyn bolted upright when he awoke, eyes opening wide as the screams of fellow passengers trapped below deck echoed in his ears. The ship! The captain! Where were they? The young healer turned his head, frantically searching for survivors as he regained his wits, the horrors of the night fading in the light of day. The remains of the Wave Dancer were easily found, like a crippled whale she lay in the water not far from the shore. Shielding his eyes against the sun, Malcyn winced when he spotted the giant hole in the ship's hull. He'd been wrong; the Wave Dancer wasn't merely crippled. What he looked at, were a dead ship's remains, and he wondered how much longer the rocks would keep her from the hungry waves.<br/><br/>From the Wave Dancer, his gaze fell to a small figure walking across the beach, clearly offering help to the others washed ashore. Untangling himself from his sodden cloak, Malcyn pushed to his feet with the intention of joining her, and froze, hands traveling to the utility belt around his waist where only his rapier lingered. Oh no! His tools! His mouth went dry, and he was close to panicking when his gaze fell on a small black satchel, half buried in the sand. He darted towards it, and dropped to his knees, opening the bag to check its contents. Giddy with relief to find his tools intact, he shut his eyes and exhaled slowly before rising to his feet again. Feeling whole again, with his medkit returned, Malcyn went to make his rounds, checking on those who had made it ashore, both the moving and unmoving, to see where his aid was needed.