[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Toogee]

The dark shores of Valor were dimly lit by the moon and the nearby fire started by the castaways. Waves washed in seaweed, driftwood, and whatever contents from the Mermaid’s Desire that survived its sinking. Among those contents was Wratt. After what seemed like months, the merc woke up, spewing forth ocean water. It was a miracle he still had his sword and crossbow, though not much else. He slowly picked himself up and looked back to see what was left of their ride home.

“Sunnava-” Wratt mumbled in frustration. There was no boat left. In the dark, the only other thing around came from the campfire in the distance. At least someone survived, he thought. He quickly shuffled his soggy boots all the way to where the remaining crew were to be camped out.

Along the way, he encountered Tiras. Wratt only replied with a grumpy nod as he made his way to the warmth of the fire. It seemed the rest of his crew were either in the forest or dead at the bottom of the sea. He didn’t much care at this point. All he cared about at the moment was not joining the dead. At the camp fire, he began stripping off his armor, throwing aside the clumps of seaweed lodged beneath the plates. He threw off his drenched boots, leaving him in soggy clothes. He desired a pipe, but alas, that too didn’t survive the sinking.

“Effing typical,” Wratt mourned his luck. Things couldn’t possibly get worse.