June 23, Update 2:
Eisthin: (Starting roll: 7/10)
Eisthin had known something was wrong long before the first black clouds had been seen on the horizon. He had felt a strange tingle along his spine for days before. His inner beast, the vicious thing which tore at him from within, had begun to act... strangely. Suppression and rituals which had for years held it in check had begun to fail, not because of a gain in strength by the thing but they simply didn't work anymore. Both had grown steadily worse as the week progressed, though he had managed to keep the thing more or less in check.
When the dark clouds passed overhead, however, something within him changed. No longer was the beast bound by moon and stars, but some mysterious, stygian force permeating this land. He almost lost control, only maintaining it with the help of the ship's mage, who seemed to be suffering a similar problem of things not working like they did before.
When at last his sense and reason came back and the thing died down once again, he found his clothes and armor had been rent in several places, though remained largely intact, his sword had been removed, likely by the mage, and his shoes lay gnawed to oblivion upon the floor. He then looked outside his door and saw that they had been shipwrecked for a few hours upon this black land's shores, and the moment he felt the cold rock beneath him, he knew things were going to be quite different here.
Don Onil: (Starting roll: 3/10)
Don had been unfortunate, his ship was perhaps the one thrown most violently upon the shores, ending up in several pieces barely holding each other in place between an outcropping of rock. In the chaos of the crash his horse, which was prized in several kingdoms and had cost his father much more then a few favors, along with most of the other horses, had fallen into the water and slipped down into the abyss. He had been fortunate enough to save his sword and its sheath, along with his well-made steel breastplate, though the rest of his armor had fallen into the acidic ocean, just within sight and just outside of reach. Most of his possessions had remained within their wooden chest in the ship's lower hull, though several of the clothes were ruined by the ocean water, which had managed to seep through a small crack.
Among those possessions which were not ruined, however, were two mysterious letters he found at the bottom of his chest.
Nevyn Fenrok: (Starting roll: 8/10)
Nevyn had a good feeling about this place. He wasn't quite sure why, the place sent a creepy tingle up his spine and his various devices and tinkerings had, for the first in years, begun to fail him. The clouds and blackness were also ominous, along with the boiling ocean, and the current slowly pulling them toward certain death, oh and the fact that he could no longer reliably heal wounds, plus he heard that that werewolf which had ridden with him on the same ship, and was quite a nice fellow, he though, had started loosing control, but still he had a good feeling about this place. His ship was one of the farthest away from the gash sucking them in, and as such had not suffered the most violent parts of the current. The only damage was a decoupling of its lowest deck, which was for the most part empty at the time, and a few other large holes. As such, only half of his extensive collection of things had been lost, and his sword and armor, though not particularly well-made to begin with, had been completely undamaged. Most of his clothes and other possessions remained intact as well, if a bit disintegrated by the ocean's acidity.
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