Fate, it seems, can be a cruel mistress indeed.<br/><br/>The six of you, likely having never met before, have one thing in common: you were captured and accused of some crime against the Empire.  They didn't care if you were guilty or not; the Empire doesn't seem to bother itself with such trivialities.  Instead, the lot of you were thrown into an airship, locked securely, and sent off to the Empire's prison island, for your mock trial and sentencing.<br/><br/>Yet on the way there, after a few days of travel, there was a sudden shudder, and a lot of shouting from the crew upstairs.  It was impossible to see what was going on outside, having no windows of any sort near the cells.  But it was clear that something was wrong, as the ship began to violently lurch, throwing some of you to the floor, the sound of water crashing against the airship's hull - something that should be impossible at this height.<br/><br/>During the commotion, a few chunks of the ship were ripped off by whatever turbulent force was assailing it.  The holes were small, but it was enough to see that the ship was going downward, quite fast, and slowly spinning.  Glimpses of a large, unrecognized island could be seen through the window, the lush green vegetation quite different from the Empire's lands.  As the ship spun, every glimpse of the island brought it closer, and closer...<br/><br/>Some time later, you wake, finding yourselves on the island's beach.  While you're free of the cells on the ship, whatever restraints you were bound with are still attached, just as securely; the manacles and fetters enchanted to be nearly impossible to break or open without the key.  The rags you were all wearing, if they even allowed you that comfort, are torn nearly to shreds from the crash, leaving most of you nearly naked.  All around you is wreckage from the airship, some of it floating in the ocean, but it looked like most of the wreckage went much further inland.  Luckily, whatever gear you had on you at the time of your arrest had been taken with to be used as "evidence" of your crimes, and likely would end up somewhere on the island, although with the wreckage spread out so far it would be nearly impossible to tell where anything ended up.<br/><br/>While most of the wreckage around you is nothing more than splintered wood from the ship's hull or the twisted bars of the cages, a few barrels of food and water managed to stay intact, half-buried in the sand.  It would be enough for all of you to live on for a few days, but you would have to search for edible food and water soon.