<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Snow_Elf.jpg)</div><strong>Howling Wind (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268316.msg13231302#msg13231302)</strong><br/><strong>Hp:</strong>12,<strong>AC:</strong>13 (touch 13, flat 10, CMD 17)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Beach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Murder<br/><hr/><br/>Howling Wind came to just a few feet from shore, as the tide washed him in. He felt himself thud heavily against the shore, and winced as he discovered he'd earned a few more bruises in his brief lapse of consciousness. He managed to crawl the last few feet onto the shore, coughing the sea out of his lungs as water streamed off of his back. He could feel his soaked hair and clothing hardening with frost as he pushed himself up.<br/><br/>He surveyed the area, getting his bearings. A little ways down the beach, he saw one of the other captives from the ship. A strange woman. He'd assumed she was a human, but as he watched she tore open a pirate's throat with talon-like fingernails. This was not, to his knowledge, a human trait. Then again, perhaps this was a trait unique to human women. The elf knew little of outsiders.<br/><br/>Howling Wind heard a gasping, coughing sound at his feet, and looked down to see a half-drowned Ulfen raider struggling for breath. The elf very calmly reached down and found a suitably hefty stone. The Ulfen man's eyes widened, and he feebly tried to raise an arm in defence, but he was helpless as Howling Wind brought the stone down. There was a single, sharp crack and the man was still.<br/><br/>The white elf rose, tossing the bloody stone aside. These humans had proved every bit as barbaric as the stories said. He would shed no tears for them, but he had no time to gloat either. He began casting about for any supplies with which he might make a fire.