<div class="floatright">(https://i.redd.it/jmv95hg11ke01.png)</div><strong>Rurik</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300648.msg14696824#msg14696824)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Bigtree Beach (near debris)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Asherah, Amillia<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 12/12<strong>AC</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/>Rurik with groan lifts the debris, removing it off the group and he with sigh enjoys the rains. Letting rain water fall into his mouth, fill it so he can spit, wash away sea water's taste from the mouth and then fill and get sip on water. Water quickly makes his leather vest cling on his muscular frame and soak him up. He hears half-elf's faint worded thanks, looking her as she offers her hand. His gaze looks her hand and then to generous exposed breast. Already a throb or two went just imagine touching it and feel it palm of his hand, but his practical side told his carnal side shut up for moment as they are now shipwrecked and likely in danger still and need focus on survival.<br/><br/>So Rurik shook hands with powerful grip of his hand, squeezing just enough for bit pressure than crush her delicate hand with his hand as he introduces himself;<strong>"Rurik, we must find shelter an' figure out who else survived."</strong>Rurik looks around in the mists (perception: 15) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=131065), he notices in debris are his stuff! He had already pair of scimitars in weapon belt but he now picks up quiver with arrows and powerfully build longbow (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/4a/7b/fe4a7b8236704b95e907ab97d4c472d9.png) along with leather satchel which he picks up.