<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/1659077-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/isGqaK4.png)</div>In the age of the gods, a great and terrible island king ruled the sea. He amassed tributes, gifts, and prizes of war from every shore - fantastic treasures for his vault, mythical and exotic beasts for his menagerie, and the most beautiful women for his harem. His greed covered his island in pleasure palaces and labyrinthine dungeons. His pet beasts and savages preyed upon his own people and harem - fodder and broodmares for an unholy army. Fearing he may unleash his horde and challenge their power, the gods punished him severely. The king and his kingdom disappeared, some saying the sea swallowed them whole.<br/><br/>Yet the legend of the Labyrinth King survives. Many foolhardy treasure hunters vanish in search of his lost thesaurus. Some say they drown, dashed against rocks and pulled into the deep. Others say the unlucky few wash ashore and fall prey to the demons still wandering the island. And some believe the old king will one day return, a twisted soul leading an army of monsters to take his revenge on the world and the gods.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The island welcomed a new visitor. A gorgeous,<em>shapely</em>figure awoke to the warmth of fine sand soft between breasts, the rain relentlessly pounding her sore body, and the salty sting of seawater on her lips. A large wave rolled in from behind, the water swirling around her tender flesh, and stung against her tiny cuts. The surf then receded tugging her soaked-through tunic off her shoulders and baring her supple bosom to the rapacious storm. The island had roused, pleased with this nubile sacrifice.<br/><br/>Nearby a light flickered through a window - lightning illuminating a nearby stone watchtower nestled against a towering forest. Shadows came to life in the flash dancing ominously between the trees, beckoning the girl to join them instead. Thunder groaned against her body hard and a squall clawed up her skirt, teasing her to stay. The intimate cold raised bumps up her bare legs, and her soaked-through clothes pulled tight around her curves. With her sword and shield and backpack she looked to be another foolhardy adventurer come for god, glory, or gold. But the many eyes watching her didn't care. They saw only a vessel, and they ached to fill it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lady Laynas Athas (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/8073552/Layna%20Athas.html) fell into the sea, but survives to wash ashore. There's no debris, just herself and whatever she strapped to herself. She has taken 6 points of damage from the rocks, the surf, and the storm.