<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4d/e5/41/4de541691d969762e565cf6cb8c8773a.jpg?b=t)</div>Amillia (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/9074613/jMBLaL)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Bigtree Beach (under debris )<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Asherah Rurick<br/><strong>HP</strong>:11/11<strong>AC</strong>: 14<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: none<br/><hr/><br/>half mumbled swears leaked from the little halflings mouth as much as the salt water did. She was tired, dirty, sore all over with a mouth that tastes foul and salty. And none of those feelings were in the good way she often experiences the morning after a debaucherous night in a tavern.<strong>"Whoever I slept with last night, please remind me to not do it again."</strong>she groaned as she came to. Her eyes opened to see that half-elf miss that strapping half-orc.<em>odd</em>she thought<em>big as he is I don't think only two lays would mess me up this badly...and she doesn't seem the sort to be all that rough...</em><br/><br/>Though as the fog in her mind cleared, her senses and memories returned. She wasn't on the floor of the mess hall, she was on sand and under the wreckage. The storm. she had never seen a storm at sea before. She understood now why her folk tended to prefer the inland settlements.<br/><br/><strong>"I've been better..."</strong>She replied, sitting up and taking in the surroundings, the snug around vaguely reminding her of home, while the sound of the rain and waves reminder her just how far from she was<strong>"Could be worst as well, but all things considered, let's call this a rather solid 'bad'." </strong><br/><br/>She gave Rurick as skeptical look at the request for lifting help. One that only grew more unsure of the plan as the half-elf made a spectacularly embarrassing effort.<strong>"I appreciate the faith in my strength but..."</strong>she rose to her feet to demonstrate her point.<strong>"I don't think I'll be adding much to the effort. after you get it up past your hips You two would be lifting on your own."</strong><br/><br/>The halfling looked about for a good digging point, pulled out her knife and began to carve a space out of the dirt.<strong> "Tell you what, I'm going to shimmy on out, maybe see if there is any stacked on top that would make for harder or impossible lifting for you two. Maybe shuffle it off and make it that much easier for you to handle." </strong><br/><br/>In little time she had widened a gap just large enough for her to wriggle her curvy frame through and proceeded to do just that, taking inventory of her surroundings out from the debris.