<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 (under 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 groans as he wakes on the beach sands, swiping his mouth the sand and spitting the taste of sea water from his lips. He narrow eyed looks around until his eyes set and figures out where they are; a some kind beach while under debris of the ship. Hearing raining outside. He studies the hull, looking decently intact and can be salvageable for a rough shelter but right now it's too low for comfort. He looks on the two women near him, the lecherous cute halfling and the attractive half-elf. He looks them both and says;<strong>"Ye two alright? We either need dig ourselves out or lift the 'ull to the sky. I suggest we try liftin' first, I need ye two 'elp me best as ye can. Then we can figure where we 'ave washed to the sky."</strong><br/><br/>Rurik dimly remembers there had been powerful wind and storm which had suddenly appeared and he had been called to the deck, it had not been pretty at all as he had seen some crew mates fall overboard and some people even die outright from sharp snapping ropes.