[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/kRCo56A.png[/img][/center][color=B5B1CE] [center][color=7998CE]Race:[/color] Tiefling [color=77ADFF]Class: [/color] Ranger [color=7998CE]Location:[/color] The Bar [color=77ADFF]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Phia [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@Oso] Bastion [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@samreaper] Menzai [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [color=77ADFF]Equipment: [/color] [hider=Equipment List] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] Traveler’s cloak [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] Hidden [url=i.imgur.com/CqhXhFT.jpeg]daggers in boots[/url] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/8Ah0Mon.jpeg]Longbow with etched star markings and quiver[/url] [/hider] [color=77ADFF]Attire:[/color] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/4KHymg4]Outfit[/url] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/DJOOLrL]Hair[/url] [color=7998CE]Gold Balance: [/color] 23 [color=77ADFF]Injuries:[/color] Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number [/center][/color] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/YiESyYS.png[/img][/center][color=B5B1CE] [b][color=2F8C99]"This is Captain Cindralis. The situation is… less than ideal. Most systems are compromised, and the harsh truth is that there’s no riding this out, not this far from Breland."[/color][/b] [b][color=2F8C99]"I’m initiating emergency descent protocol. Closest survivable option is the Lhazaar Principalities. Not a choice I make lightly. But it’s that or drift until we burn out."[/color][/b] The captain’s voice rang out loudly over the momentary calm. Arya braced herself and gazed at Stella. The eagle’s gaze, once directed on the speaker, now looked at her with confusion and awaited her translation. Arya listened closely and clutched the bar. The world around her began to slow. Around her, each individual reacted differently, some clutching each other or lost in their own confusion. Menzai and Phia were properly healed by the scary-looking necromancer who was soon after dispatched by an aasimar. Wendel was gone, and a new woman was here; Meiyu had a peach thrown at her by this new woman. Arya’s breath hitched and her eyes widened. She’d briefly heard about the island, but she couldn’t recall why. Her eyes shut and she tried to focus on her breathing to slow her now racing heart. Panic surged through her. Were they going to die? Would she never reach her family? [b][color=2F8C99]"All hands, brace for descent. The Stormrider is coming in hard...find a seat or a rail and hold tight. Medical attention will be standing by once we’re grounded. Stay clear of the cargo hold and let the crew do their job. This isn’t over yet."[/color][/b] The descent began quickly and sharply. She jolted over to a booth and pulled Stella off her shoulder. Arya clutched her tightly and Stella protested, indignantly. Arya couldn’t blame her; the space was cramped now with her taller figure and the eagle’s larger frame. [color=77ADFF]”We’re descending now or else the Stormrider will crash. I’m not letting you get hurt!”[/color] Whether or not Stella agreed, Arya knew she could have let her fly freely, but the idea of her being hit by something and being lost caused her heart to skip a few beats. Stella was all she had, and if she lost her… The screams, the lightning, objects clattering and violent jerking left Arya in shambles. Tears streamed down her face and she buried her face in her eagle’s feathers. The eagle, while indignant still, unfurled her wings to protect the tiefling’s head. The Stormrider slammed into the shore. The airship’s protest and weakness left Arya visibly trembling uncontrollably. She didn’t move, didn’t react, until she heard the captain’s voice. Were they alive? Was Stella all right? The questions she yearned for would soon be answered. [b][color=2F8C99]"This is Cindralis. We made it. All passengers, report to the main deck. Watch your step...we’re in one piece, but only barely. We’ll assess the damage once we’re sure no one’s dying. Stormrider out."[/color][/b] Arya slowly maneuvered Stella and herself out of the temporary protection. Trembling with tears streaming down her face and ready to hurl, Arya glanced around. One by one, people left the airship frantically, as if the Stormrider itself might implode on them. Like a dream, Arya slowly followed them out unaware of the bump to her head. Stella now perched again on her shoulder, cawed angrily and ruffled her feathers. A few passerby glanced over, but Arya didn’t notice. There were talon marks up and down her arm, but she didn’t care–as long they were safe and well. Outside of the storm rider, she found Bastion, the mean dragonborn, Menzai and Phia. She glanced at them, but her gaze moved out to the distance. The familiar feeling of being watched caused her skin to crawl. With a sharp inhale, she remembered her hood, and noticed it had fallen. She quickly pulled it up and bit her lip hard. The others, the group from earlier, had seen her but who else might have? She moved forward, then her knees gave out and she sank onto the ground. She took several deep breaths and clutched her eagle with terror in her eyes. [color=77ADFF]”Is this a dream or is this real?”[/color] Her question was not aimed at anyone in particular. Then frustration and rage rose inside of her. She was even farther from home. Arya wanted to scream, but she knew it would only raise suspicion and alarm the others. Instead she let out a sob and buried her head in her hands. Failure. That was what she was; she would never reach her family in time. It was all her fault. A bitter laugh filled her throat but didn't escape as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.[/color]