Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160907082906/@comment-933831-20170320060054

As the group all started gathering what they needed to make a raft, coral remained nervous. Something was naggling at the back of her mind, and as she took a firm piece of wood in hand, she looked out to the water's edge. Moss had already gone into the caravan for some firm rope, leaving it as just the four out there. Thinking to herself, Coral let out a soft grunt as she lobbed the piece of wood out into the water, a line of aura connecting her hand to it. After a few seconds, she jolted her hand a bit, as if jerking a fishing rod, making the wood jostle in the water.

And her test was rewarded as a horse sized fish grimm snapped up the wood, tearing it to shreds. She felt a jolt of pain through her hand, rubbing it uncomforably with her other hand as she looked to the others. "Raft is a bad idea."