Erika woke up with a massive headache, the sun blaring into her eyes, and the cold wind blowing on her mostly bare body. She attempted to get up and examine her surroundings, noting how the only thing she had on was her Mithral Chain-Shirt, and that did little too hide herself from her horny traveling mates.  Still, she didn't really care too incredibly much. Elves weren't really known well for there modesty, and as an Entertainer she was used to people seeing her body, no that wasn't the issue.<br/><br/>Erika forced herself up,  and gazed at her surroundings, they were fortunate too have landed on an island at all, let alone one that seemed rather beautiful... in fact it was a bit too beautiful. Something was up.<br/><br/>She examined the site of the crash, scattered and broken items covering the beach.  She instictivly searched through some of the wreckage too see if she could find anything. She did find her backpack, sadly it was ripped apart by the sea, its contents scattered. She picked up her old journal, and opened it, it was waterlogged, and it would appear that a vial of ink broke on it, covering her hand in watered down black ink.<br/><br/>She threw it down in disgust, and joined the rest of her group, folding her arms in front of her chest. She let out a deep sigh "I guess were stuck here for a while"