One way vacation

Aria's head is spinning in such a way she can barely register what's going on around her, there are strange siren like sounds and screaming of some sort, certainly not human. As the fog cleared she came to understand her predicament a little more. Smoke and sparks from everywhere, what looked like tendrils of black ichor consuming the room from the core of what was once the magical orb. "Rai what did you" The sound of metal bending and straining under pressure cuts through the panic of the hags scrambling about, the tension in the air is thicker than the steel hull and just as such it explodes. The ship is violently hit on the port side and lurches over tossing everything to one side, it lurched back almost as harshly once again throwing passengers and things about. Aria looks upwards as something pierces through the decks above like a torpedo being dropped, just smashing through until finally a massive black tendril entered the room. It ripped and tore everything it could reach asunder like a maddened beast, Whipping at anything that it could.

"They freed it! Run my sisters! We flee this vessel" The hags all scramble to a large ring made out of coral in the floor , the coral ring holds a pool of deep blue water that despite the breaking of the ship remained still as glass. Upon the wave of the tall ones hand and a whisper of some secret magic the pool glimmered and an image of a beach came into view. The beach was tropical with palm trees and great ferns along the coast and inland as far as the eye could see. Overhead were dark clouds and fierce thunder, a storm blowing tree bending winds and rain so raging it might feel like a cursed paradise. The hags jumped into the pool making no splash, just a few small ripples. Aria stumbled a bit and barely missed getting a blow from the wild black tendril "Rai! The portal thing!" She yells as she hobbles now with slightly greater speed than her stumbling.

Hull breaches start to flood the room with water, if that wasn't enough of an incentive to move for the portal then the monstrous security ghouls busting in through the doorway certainly was, there's no sense fighting on a sinking ship. Aria makes it half way to the portal when she is wracked with a horrid pain in her back, the tendril whipped and struck her right in the back so hard it had pierced her and damaged her spinal column. A gush of blood meets the water as Aria falls down face first in the gathering shallow water. She's so stunned by the strike no sound escapes her as she lay just at the edge of the portal.

It was as if a flashbang had gone off in Rai’s face, the area flooded with the cloud of magic as the signature ozone scent of the remnant burst into the air. All the new colors and visuals of the desecrated ship flooding her senses as water filled the floor. “I don’t know.” She yelps back at Aria, just as confused as she was about the shit hitting the fan. It seemed like an available solution at the time.

And once again there was another portal beckoning her to take the plunge again, sending her to god knows where. Yet, she didn’t hesitate on it long as the water fills to her ankles leaving her to slog through the rising water, dodging the creaking steel as it bowed.

She pulls Aria up as she goes with as little couth as possible, just throwing her over her shoulder like a sack of violently angry potatoes and leaping into the portal with baited breath.

They get spit out into the sand with very little grace, sending Rai face first into the white sands. She sits up, shaking her head, just glad the place was not as desecrated. Her vision somewhat returned to normal and showing her the silvery shimmer of Aria’s blood. “Ah shit, Aria?” She asks sheepishly.

The beach is littered with the wreckage of ships from one era of humanity to the next, from biremes to Galleons to more modern war vessels and cruise ships. The beach line seems to stretch on forever or at least past the mist that currently lay over the shore. The people from the ship seem as though they've woken from a dream state, bewildered and frightened including some of the heroic people on board. People wandered about looking for their significant other or family members.  Their cruise ship was nowhere in sight and everywhere there were frightened people with a few heroes trying to calm the crowd.  Aria lay passed out before Rai, her head shifting infrequently as the blood seeped out of her wound, strangely enough it didn't stay that way. Much the same way she'd seen with Cebra, Rai witnessed Aria's blood start to crawl back into her body.

After an hour Aria came to, she rubbed the back of her wound as she climbed back to her feet and had a good look around at the situation. "Rai?... What happened? Are we... Are we dead or something?"

A few of the passengers come up to Rai and Aria with concern on their face and no short amount of questions "Excuse me, are the two of you gal ok? Anyone need medical attention?" comes the gentle raspy voice of an older gentlemen, his hands glow a feint heavenly light that feels like the warmth of home. The old man has nothing but tattered dress pants and a shirt to his name but has been tirelessly giving medical help, his deep huffs and sweat drenched brow are proof of his hustle. Beside him was a young lady that couldn't have been more than 14, she clearly had a particular style to her as she was dressed completely in black. She didn't seem to have any problem in this heat while she was wearing a dress, in fact she seemed to be one of the more cam and put together survivors with nary a scratch on her. "They look fine Grampa, I wanna get out of this light pleeeease thank you."

Rai blinks for just a moment, staring into the sky, which to her was full of just empty black space. After a few seconds she sits straight up and takes a look around. So far… just a bunch of nature! Trees… sand. Rai had never felt sand before and it had her experimentally picking up a fist full of it and letting it fall through her fingers. It was like water but not. How strange. No more boat she guessed and no more colors.


Glancing over Aria looked a wreck but the silvery pool surrounding her slowly began to seep back into her wounds, which was good enough for her. Eventually she was fine, so no harm no foul. “I don’t think we’re dead… no fire and brimstone and it smells too good.” She experimentally wiggles her toes around in her sandals, cringing at the realization sand in the shoes was a very unpleasant feeling and likely one she’d have to deal with for the entirety of her stay in the sand as no amount of flicking her feet around rid her open toed shoes from the sand. Man she missed her boots.

Eventually she settles on tossing the sandals just as a man comes asking if they needed assistance. “I am fine. My friend might need some help though.” She thinks out loud looking back at Aria unable to tell which bloody streaks were dried blood and which were still bleeding or if she was still bleeding at all. “Where are we?” She asks, still not really sure what falling off a boat entailed.