Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160907082906/@comment-26130578-20160912092917

Several hours earlier, a strong young woman had ventured close to the village. She came travelling along the coastline from the East, seemingly without a destination.

She had noticed a sparse cluster of locals fishing at the edge of the cliffs and decided to try her hand at it. She fashioned a fishing line out of a piece of scrap metal, wire, twine and a small stone for a weight, then positioned herself on a rocky ledge before throwing it out into the sea. For many minutes nothing caught. The woman climbed down a few more ledges to get closer and tried again.

And again.

And again.

Suddenly the line yanked in her fingers with an incredible force. Filled with excitement, the woman tugged back to reel in her catch. It proved to be quite a fight, even for someone of her physique.

"Rgh! What kind of fish is this?!" she grunted. Before she could find her answer, a colossal wave splashed up before her, dowsing the the whole cliff face. The downpour caused the woman's feet to slip, and she was pulled by the line into the ocean.

Miraculously she avoided hitting any boulders on the way down, but once in the water, she was churned and tossed in the current, slamming against the rocks. Survival instincts kicked in as she desperately tried to grab onto everything she hit. After the fourth impact she was able to lurch herself out of the water. She coughed up a mouthful of saltwater, then began her climb back to dry land, moaning in self-pity.

"Now I'm more hungry than when I started! My clothes and stuff are soaking wet! I'm gonna die out here!" she whined pathetically as she slumped face-down on the ground. She remained that way for at least a half hour.

When she finally peeled her face from the earth, she noticed the two caravans approaching from the mountains inland, but couldn't make out exactly what they were yet. She drowsily squinted at them as they gradually came closer to the shore.