<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/786589781341966338/89su4zNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Septimus Cortess (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269894.msg13313651#msg13313651)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Somewhere<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong> 0/0   <strong>Soak:</strong> 4    <strong>Wounds:</strong> 0    <strong>Strain:</strong> 0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong> None<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> 4 Successes and 2 Advantages<br/><strong>Maneuver:</strong> Movement<br/><strong>Action:</strong> Seeking Cover<br/><strong>Dice:</strong> None<br/></em><hr/><br/>Septimus looked about form where he was at but did not see much.  Vague outlines at best who were still too far for him to get off a decent shot.   He swore under his breath again and got up to move and move as fast as he could, making way towards another set of rocks he could use for cover, and hoping it might bring him in range of the group so he could fire at them, or at least get close so he could be certain he would be heard over the wind.  It had been entirely possible they had seen the ship gone down and were on their way to lend what aid they could.  Mind you it was low on the list of possibilities in Septimus' mind, but he would admit he was a jade cynic at this point.  Still, it was possible.