A stocky figure kneels at the shore, head down... a quiet prayer to the Flame is heard between the lapping of the waves upon the wreckage. "Gone, all gone, everyone one of em." There where many on the boat but the vision of those two Halflings near the bow of the ship struggling to hold on as it buffeted back and forth replays over and over again in his minds eye. Gruft raises his head and stands forcing the image of those two small frames being blown off the deck and into the sea to finally stop.

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== Join the story Dec 4th! ==

New Medium Roleplay Static Team Thur P.S.T.