<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Eirian-sm.jpg)</div><strong>Eirian Avenstar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=919864)</strong><br/><strong>Hp:</strong>9,<strong>AC:</strong>11 (touch 11, flat 10, CMD 00)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Beach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>vomit, cold and cuteness<br/><hr/><br/>Again it had been the barrel. Eirian didn't know if it was due to some humorous deity or pure luck. When the ship had broken apart, she had though this would be her end. The heavy winter clothes she was wearing, were dragging her down, even after she had somehow managed to get out of the chains... but then, there had been this barrel... she could have sworn it even was the same empty mead barrel ... but she didn't care. With what little strength she had left, she had paddled towards the barrel, slipping into it ... and then her body had shut down from exhaustion.<br/><br/>When she came back to conscious, all she could see was a grey circle above her. Was it the moon, she wondered, shivering in her wet clothes. But then it dawned on her. The ship... the water... the circle was the opening of the barrel, and she ... was still alive? Shaken, and only in the second attempt, she managed to stand up in the barrel and...<br/><br/>Seeing the woman with the dark nails that had sat close to her in the chains rip out the pirates jugular, made her eyes go wide ... and only a moment later the sound of retching could be heard, as the "boy" was bending over the barrels corner, and letting her last meal pass by a second time.