<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/I43INB5.jpg)</div><strong>Kell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268316.msg13231644#msg13231644)</strong><br/><strong>Hp:</strong>13,<strong>AC:</strong>13 (touch 12, flat 11, CMD 10)<br/><strong>Location: Main Beach</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>*Cold People<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Doesnt make any sense for Kell to have been wearing clothes when the ship goes down, so she finds some. Not any other gear though. Also shes using Basic Pyrokinesis to ignite the wood.<br/><hr/><br/>Kell snapped awake with a flinch and a gasp, a shiver going through her body from more than just the cold. She jerked upright expecting to feel the snap of her chains pulling taut, that foul cot beneath her, and the smells of unwashed bodies, spent fluids and fear... but none of it materialized. The sudden unexpected freedom of movement left her flailing around awkwardly for a moment, seeking limitations that no longer existed...<br/><br/><em>She was... she was... She was free?</em><br/><br/>And when reality set in, that she as no longer<em>there</em>, she recoiled, limbs curling inward to wrap around herself tightly as she silently rocked in place... Was this it? Had she finally gone mad? Her mind escaping the torment of wakefulness by fleeing into a waking dream? But after an unknown time of<em>convalescence</em>, reality started to set in. Cruel and cold. But mostly cold. Kell was as naked as she had been in that bed, and the water did not help... Already numbness prickled at her. It would have been nice to say that she embraced her freedom and resolved to survive, but the truth is far less noble.<br/><br/>It was shame that drove Kell to her feet. A feeling she had thought the pirates had long since cured her of. The deep aches between her legs, the bruises that adorned her form... pale and weeks old, fresh black and new, the sting of her split lip... But most of all, the tight pain across her face. How her eyes had survived having a torch shoved into her face on that first day she did not know, but she was glad of it none the less. All at once, all those things suddenly felt so... shameful. She didn't want to be seen, knowing it was too late for already others were stirring on the beach, she wanted to hide.<br/><br/>Wobbling on unsteady legs, a barely sane giggle escaped her as Kell looked down at herself...<em>Atleased I'm finally clean</em>. The pirates had never done more than huck a bucket of cold sea-water at her, and after being at their mercy for a week she had given up praying for salvation and started begging the gods for a bath.<em>Guess I got what I wanted.</em><br/><br/>Looking around, she spied a trunk sitting on the beach. Half open, dark cloth spilling out. Kell scrambled towards it, stumbling, almost falling, but she made it. Pulling the material free she found herself holding a dark robe of sorts... more or less her size. Soaked, but better than being naked and..<em>exposed</em>she figured, and pulled it on. A metal piece rolled around at the bottom of the trunk... and she picked it up. It was... a torc? Or something similar. An elegantly crafted metal triangle made of layered leaves of metal with a leather strap. Experimentally,  Kell pressed it to her face, feeling the cold metal bite into the raw skin of her face but it was.... it was good. It covered her, and she could actually see just fine between the pieces with it so close to her eyes.<br/><br/>So... she was dressed, her shame hidden, even her face.<em>That was... that was good. Everything was... fine. Just fine.</em><br/><br/>Then Kell spotted the pirate on the far side of the trunk shed just raided. She remembered him, his missing-teeth smile as he-<br/><br/>Then everything was<strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Fire</span></em></strong>.<br/><br/>By the time she came back to herself the man was burning alive, screaming as she had screamed back on the ship. It was the easiest thing in the world she discovered, to just raise her hand and... Fire. Untill there was nothing left but burnt meat where a person had once laid.<br/><br/>*As the heat from her own flames warmed her face, Kell realized the solution to her current problem and turned away from her former tormentor, seeking out the largest peice of driftwood she could see. This, as it turned out, was harder than simply burning a man alive but she managed, after several missed bursts and one failed attempt to set the sand on fire, she wrapped her flames around the big piece of wood and held them there until it caught alight.<br/><br/>The smile on her face might have been abit... worrisome, just then. And the cackling laugh probably didn't help either. But for the lost and the cold, the heat from her burning log might be too tempting to ignore.