Lying upon the beach are several people, seeming tossed there from the ocean. The remains of the ship are scattered around, some odds and ends thrown there from the rift. Waves slam down upon the survivors. Its hard to tell how long the survivors were on the beach or where they are. The rift is visible in the distance then fades into nothing. Its hard to tell if anything is useful as well. It remains unknown. Slowly and in some pain-mainly from bruises and bump some of the group awaken. The beach becomes a forest area further in. Indeed it looks peaceful but how peaceful remains to be seen.
Groxxuzuxl
The large, green-scaled beast that is Groxxuzuxl lies in the sand, curled up in a ball with his long tail wrapped up and over his head and reaching down to the middle of his back--his lizard brain and muscles instinctively re-enacting his time in the warmth of his egg. The mass of scale and muscles soon twitches as the indentured deckhand wakes, but the cautious Iruxi remains still to not draw attention as his sky-facing eye slowly opens and looks about for danger. With no immediate threats to be seen and the memory of the storm and crashing waves which must have brought him here come back to him, the lizardman unfurls himself with a groan and begins to stretch his stiff, battered limbs as he looks around to see who else survived the night.
Kamatar
The male half-orc woke up coughing, clearing his lungs enough to take in deep, meditative breaths. He rolled over to face the bright sky, grateful to see the sun. By his third breath, he knew the total of his body and his immediate environment. After a kip up to his feet, a quick pat down of his body established what remained of his personal resources.
Looking across and around the sandy beach, he saw the forms of what looked to be women scattered on the water's shore nearby. 'Well, I always wondered how I'd do on a beach with nothing but women around me.' he thought with an ironic chuckle. “Someone should lend them assistance and possibly leadership. I guess it will be me.” his train of thought concluded as he started forward at a steady jog toward the nearest person.
Keeper
Keeper's eyes snapped open and he looked around as he sat up. Startled to see others, he shifted to his pure fox form before giving himself time to think and searched for a place to stay hidden and observe for now. Wait, wasn't these people part of the group that were on the ship with him? Perhaps he could trust them after all.
Kara
There was a sharp peck on Kara's forehead. The smell the salt air and the songs of the gulls were expected on a sea voyage, but the splatter of sand on her face when she brought her hand up to rub the area of the sting, and the soft crunchiness of the ground under her back said told her she was no longer on the ship. The bright sun heating her eyelids warned her not to open her eyes, but the realization that she was now lying on a beach somewhere was more urgent. Sitting upright, she cast her eyes in all directions. straight ahead was the tranquil sea, it's gentle waves spreading up the slope to lap at her feet. There was timber and cargo netting to her left and several bodies beyond that. Some stirred, others were delectable perches for hungry seabirds and a few crabs. To her right was more of the same, though on that side, no one disturbed the feasting birds.
Through the fog of confusion, she heard the welcome and familiar chirp of Arnat, the majestic hawk who had been her friend and companion for the last two years. Whatever calamity brought her to this shore, at least he had survived with her. Standing, she brushed as much sand as she could from her skin and clothes. At some point, she would have to find a private place to properly rinse the scratchy particles from her body, but that would have to wait. A few dozen yards away stood those who also endured the destruction of their maritime vessel, and she hoped they could remember more of the ordeal than she.