<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2NWAUQH.jpg?1)</div><strong>Prince Artorias Syldi</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2087709)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 8/8<strong>AC</strong>: 18<strong>Luck</strong>: 3/3<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><strong>Roll</strong>: Perception: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=142987)<br/><br/>In his dreams he saw visions of Alenora. Visions of it's lush forests and it's white stone buildings, of it's it's flowing rivers and clear skies, of his family and his friends...of it's warmth...<br/><br/>It was the memories of that warm, fresh air that finally broke his illusion, and the contrast of the bitter cold he awoke to was cruel and miserable, "ugh..." the boy groaned, clutching his head as he started to come too. Still half-blurred eyes glanced around in confusion, trying desperately to make sense of his unfamiliar surroundings. Suddenly the memories of what had happened last night came washing over him all at once like a wave, ironically enough.<br/><br/>"uhh...by Evermeer..." he muttered, forcing himself to his feet, finding it surprisingly easy to do so. It seemed he didn't have any major injuries, or even mild ones for that matter, another result of his unearthly luck it appeared. He stepped out from the tree line to the coast, where he spotted his winged helm sticking up from the sand. Artorias went to recover it, briefly inspecting it for any damage before dipping it into the shallow shore water to clean out the sand. It was while he did this that he scanned the shore line. There wasn't a trace of the ship, nor any survivors from the crash that he could immediately see, "hello? helloooo! Is anyone alive?" he called out, silently praying that he wasn't the only one to survive.