<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mxo2UGr.jpg?1)</div><strong>HARKON STORMKNIFE (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268316.msg13231287#msg13231287)</strong><br/><em>CG Dhamphir (Vetala-born) Battle-Host Occultist 1</em><br/><strong>Hp:</strong>10,<strong>AC:</strong>12 (touch 12, flat 10, CMD 15)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Beach -> Longboat Wreck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eirian; Open<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>When Harkon gained consciousness again, he was lying face down on the sands.  He was dazed for a few moments, unable to comprehend whatever had happened to him, for it seemed like only a short while ago that he had been sitting among the other slaves in the pens and then... with a groan, he managed to push himself and roll onto his back.  He watched dispassionately as the others who had awoken went about venting their frustrations; the Varisian woman tearing out the throat of one man and the white-haired elf smashing the skull of another with a rock.  At that moment, it was all very surreal, everything muted and dull.<br/><br/>The first real sensation that came to him was a feeling of cold.  His clothes were soaked from having been in the cold ocean waters.  By the cold and the grey, it was almost certain that they had been carried north, but where?<br/><br/>Forcing himself to his feet, was somewhat glad that not everyone was focused on slaughter as he watched orc woman - or was it half-orc? - pull one of the raiders up.  If nothing it was a chance for answers, but it wasn't likely the man was about to have a long, good life ahead of him all things considered.  Leaving the others to their bloody affairs, his attention was diverted when he noticed a boy was retching near a barrel.  Shuffling his way over, he put a concerned hand on the boy's shoulder.<br/><br/>"You okay kid?" he asked, though he was certain the youth was going to be just fine.  Patting him on the back, his eyes began to wander around when he noticed the remaining piece of the ship lodged in the rocks off the shore, which immediately arrested his interest.  When had first been captured, the swine had commandeered practically all his worldly possessions and as they dragged him below deck, he could vaguely remember seeing a hulking figure walking towards the rear of the ship with his things in tow.  Could it be that they were still there?<br/><br/>Casting a dubious glance at the choppy waters, he grimaced, for there didn't seem to be any other way around it.<br/><br/>"Everyone okay?" he called out to those who were conscious.  "It looks like part ship is still intact and I'm wagering its the part with the stores.  Best we get to it before the tide come up and dislodges the damned thing - there's a chance we could find food or supplies."<br/><br/>Snatching up sizeable plank to provide himself with a makeshift buoy in the water, he started to wade out into the water, fighting the current to get to the ruined section of the ship.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC: Swim result to get to wreck</div><div class="spoiler_body">Swim result 17 (At 2017-05-31 07:34:34, Argent Adonis (uid: 61082) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103687))<br/><br/>Was also hoping the piece of wood might provide a bonus as well!</div></div>