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[When the video plays it is dark at first, until the piece of jewelry attached to the chatelaine around a waist is lifted to reveal one Sieglinde Sullivan... and, for those who know him, it seems that barely-in-frame figure whose shoulders she's sitting on... that's Graham.]
My fellow tempest castaways- it is I, Sieglinde Sullivan, the Green Witch. For those new among us who do not know me, you may consider this our formal introduction. It may yet be a joyous thing despite our circumstances.
There may be a way to return to the others under our own power yet. Behold- !
[Behind her is just a metal wall... but when she flips the video around, what comes into focus as she pans along it is a large vessel, near 400 feet long and reaching nearly to the roof of the dry dock she and Graham had stumbled upon in their exploration. A large gaping hole mars the hull, it's rusty and covered in the same sealife the buildings were, but... structurally, it seems remarkably intact despite the battle scars.
Judging by the damage and size, what might be former weapons on the sides and deck... this was no trade or leisure ship.]
The innards of the ship are far less damaged than its exterior, and by some miracle what I assume are the navigational and operating controls seem usable- but someone far more experienced than I with such instruments should come at once! I will send our coordinates. There would also be need for those with great strength, and for someone experienced in captaining such a vessel...
[Sieglinde finally turns the camera back on herself, expression betraying that she was already thinking three steps ahead- ready to dive in to this. Hoping it would work. Nevermind the dirt and grime all around or the threat of starvation and seaweed madness.]
It may take all our efforts, but perhaps we can cleave through this storm and make it back to the others before this place takes it's toll... I shall await those of proper motivation here.
[The video goes dark again as the jewelry is let go to fall back in her skirts, voice barely audible ("Does this mean we get to rechristen it? What do you think of Sturmbesiegen? Something more peaceful- Heimkehr?") before the feed shuts off.]
[OOC NOTE: AC Bank plot point is live! There is a potentially salvageable warship in the far dry dock! I have a vague prompt up in the log for those interested, but also you should feel free to run with this however you see fit! OOC ORGANIZATION HERE if interested?]
My fellow tempest castaways- it is I, Sieglinde Sullivan, the Green Witch. For those new among us who do not know me, you may consider this our formal introduction. It may yet be a joyous thing despite our circumstances.
There may be a way to return to the others under our own power yet. Behold- !
[Behind her is just a metal wall... but when she flips the video around, what comes into focus as she pans along it is a large vessel, near 400 feet long and reaching nearly to the roof of the dry dock she and Graham had stumbled upon in their exploration. A large gaping hole mars the hull, it's rusty and covered in the same sealife the buildings were, but... structurally, it seems remarkably intact despite the battle scars.
Judging by the damage and size, what might be former weapons on the sides and deck... this was no trade or leisure ship.]
The innards of the ship are far less damaged than its exterior, and by some miracle what I assume are the navigational and operating controls seem usable- but someone far more experienced than I with such instruments should come at once! I will send our coordinates. There would also be need for those with great strength, and for someone experienced in captaining such a vessel...
[Sieglinde finally turns the camera back on herself, expression betraying that she was already thinking three steps ahead- ready to dive in to this. Hoping it would work. Nevermind the dirt and grime all around or the threat of starvation and seaweed madness.]
It may take all our efforts, but perhaps we can cleave through this storm and make it back to the others before this place takes it's toll... I shall await those of proper motivation here.
[The video goes dark again as the jewelry is let go to fall back in her skirts, voice barely audible ("Does this mean we get to rechristen it? What do you think of Sturmbesiegen? Something more peaceful- Heimkehr?") before the feed shuts off.]
[OOC NOTE: AC Bank plot point is live! There is a potentially salvageable warship in the far dry dock! I have a vague prompt up in the log for those interested, but also you should feel free to run with this however you see fit! OOC ORGANIZATION HERE if interested?]