Cedric was asleep... peacefully asleep, for once. He was used to having to sleep prepared for trouble. He could faintly hear the pounding of waves on the surf, crashing to the beach as the tide washed in and back out.<br/><br/>The warrior was pulled from his sleep when a wave broke over him, dousing him in water and rousing him suddenly. He gasped and spluttered, expelling the salt water from his mouth. Next he rolled to his side, facing away from the ocean, and continued to cough and hack whatever remained of the sand and sea onto the beach below him. Cedric propped himself up on his elbow, surveying his surroundings. No equipment besides the clothes he was wearing; all of his gear had all been on the ship. Speaking of the ship, parts of its wrecked hull had washed up not far from him.<br/><br/>He unsteadily regained his feet, stumbling for the first few steps before he stabilized himself. Cedric's eyes still burned from the salt, and he could feel some of the grains of sand still sticking between his teeth. If there was any hope of regaining some of his tools, it would be there. As he pressed forward, he spotted a figure, still moving in the jetsam. Instantly putting himself into a combat mode, Cedric approached a little more warily now. He carefully observed any humanoid figures he spotted for signs of life, but the only one he could that was moving was the one he had spotted earlier.<br/><br/>Cedric didn't remember how he had gotten onto the beach, but he was determined not to let the nearby wreckage be his grave marker. If someone was to spring an ambush, he wanted to be ready for anything. Casting about for anything he could use as a weapon.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cedric rolls a Search check for an improvised weapon<br/>At 2012-11-26 13:00:50, Cedric (uid: 37670) rolls: 1d20m1 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42215)<br/></div></div>