<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tagging Format</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=300 padding=6]Avatar URL[/img][/floatright]<br/>[url=Link to your Sheet in the Characters' Thread]Character's Name[/url]<br/>[b]Location[/b]:<br/>[b]Tagged[/b]:<br/>[b]HP[/b]: x/y [b]AC[/b]: (current)<br/>[b]Active Effects[/b]:<br/>[hr]<br/><br/></code></pre><br/></div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Bigtree Beach [<span class="bbc_u">G20</span>]<br/><strong>Exits</strong>: Redtangle Field (North), Wide Beach (North East), Cliffy Lagoon (North West); sea surrounds on all other sides<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Talla, Morgan, Leanna<br/><hr/><br/>Torrential rain blankets the sands around them as Talla, Morgan, and Leanna awaken on a strange shore.  A wall of mist surrounds them, but dense jungle is evident to the north and beyond that, the silhouette of a mountain.<br/><br/>The taste of saltwater is fresh in each of their mouths.<br/><br/>Most strikingly on this dreary beach they find themselves next to a massive tree.  It does not appear to be a species they would expect to find in the midst of the sea--it rather resembles an ancient oak, towering taller than most civilized buildings, its trunk disappearing into the mists above with several thick branches in view but out of reach.  Its roots anchor a bit of grass and sparse shrubs about it, as well as some rocks.  But the rest of the beach is sand and bits of wood.  The largest bit of which seems to be the hull of a ship.<br/><br/>Morgan awakens directly at the base of the large tree, with dried blood by her head.  She seems to have struck it, hard.  Things are... fuzzy in her brain.<br/><br/>It appears to be night, but the cloud cover makes it difficult to tell.<br/><br/>To the<strong>north </strong>a field of sanguine roots expands across a mixture of sand and grass for hundreds of feet.  Larger clusters of red foliage seem to be present at various points.  It is alien in structure and seems, after a moment of looking at it, to writhe occasionally.  Its wiggling is somewhat disturbing for unplaceable reasons.  Their colour and texture resembles more interior organs than traditional roots.<br/><br/>To the<strong>northeast</strong>there is a wide beach with many white sands.  There is a narrow strip of sand that allows traversing there without crossing the Redtangle Field.<br/><br/>To the<strong>northwest</strong>, reared against several cliffs, is a sheltered lagoon protected by tall outcroppings of rock.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Perception to see more through the mist.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Talla</div><div class="spoiler_body">Outlanders are Outlanders, no matter how foreign the terrain.  Talla begins to make mental note of the landscape and thus <em>knows the cell number of any area she inhabits</em>.  This will be included in future Locations she travels to.<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Bigtree Beach (under debris)<br/><strong>Exits</strong>: Redtangle Field (North), Wide Beach (North East), Cliffy Lagoon (North West); sea surrounds on all other sides<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Asherah, Rurik, Amillia<br/><br/>Asherah, Rurik, and Amillia find themselves laying on damp sand with a hunk of wood above them.  It is immediately apparent after a moment of inspection that this is part of the hull of the ship they were just on.<br/><br/>Saltwater assaults each one's taste buds alike.<br/><br/>A heavy downpour of rain cascades over the outside of the hull, heavy pattering echoing throughout the comparatively small space--there is not enough space under the bit of curved hull to stand fully for Asherah or Rurik, only to crouch.  Amillia finds herself able to stand snugly, and is somewhat reminded of shirehomes in hillsides her kin often inhabit--although this cieling low enough to be a wine cellar for her people, or perhaps a small pantry.<br/><br/>There is not much light here.<br/><br/>They cannot get out from under the hull piece without some serious lifting, or digging slightly through the sand to worm their way out.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Strength/dig</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you would like to overturn the hull piece above you, roll Strength.<br/><br/>If you'd like to dig your way out and crawl under the lip, no check is required...<br/></div></div>