[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

Visceral dread settled in as Renata felt something coil around her leg. This was to be her the end of her pitiful life: drowning inside a sinking ship in the death-grip of a sea monster... but then she felt herself being tugged against the pull of the vortex until she ended up out of the water entirely. Dumbfounded, she gazed up at her saviour as it dawned upon her: her life had just been saved by heathen sorcery, the very same type of sorcery she'd spent much of her old life trying to eradicate.

"Thank ympbth—" Renata's stunned gratitude was cut short by a sizeable amount of seawater evacuating itself from her mouth. Jolted back to reality, she got to her hands and feet and began to crawl up the stairs, tumbling out onto the deck upon reaching the top. Clinging to the ship's railing, she spotted Tiras holding a dinghy and began to make her way towards him. Normally, she supposed, there would be no reason for him to want to save her, but the Dread Isle was no place to entertain norms. Renata looked back towards the hatch for signs of Apollonia and anyone else still inside the ship: they would need as many comrades intact as possible to survive whatever trials awaited them on shore.