Petrus Solden~Tuv

Name: Petrus Solden

Description: Short, Rotund, Pale, and Strong-Jawed

Current residence: Fishing Village of New Attnam on an Island in the Shattered Coast

Class: Fisher


Weapons: Steel Knife, Unusually Sturdy Fishing Rod
Armor: All
Items: All but Boat and Anchor

Backstory: Born on the Island, his parents died in a boating accident. Petrus is deathly afraid of boats and sailing. He fishes for a living, and fondly regards his childhood as he does so.


Fisher:

Melee:
-steel knife
-unusually sturdy fishing rod

Ranged:
none

Armor:
-lucky hat
-leather gloves
-leather boots

Items:
-fish(13)
-net
-tackle
-rope(10m)
-bag
-20 gold

Spec:
-Fishing: You can catch some fish when near water.
-Weather sense
-Bonus to water
-Instinct: Your senses have been honed over the years, so you have a sort of sixth sense. Or a spider sense.

Stats:

HP: 10

Strength: 1
Agility: 1
Intelligence: 2

Magma: 0
Storm: 0
Water: 0+

Petrus is sitting on the docks of New Attnam. There is a cool sea breeze, and the smell of salt fills is nostrils. The waves rhythmically lap up against to shore. Seagulls squawk as a child chases them. Suddenly, Petrus feels a tug. He jerks the line, but it gives too easy. He reels in to check his bait, but finds that his line has been wrapped around a mysterious silver vial.

Examine Vial. Thoroughly check outside of vial for markings, and attempt to discern what the Vial is made of, and contents thereof.

The vial is smooth and clear. It has a decorative glass stopper. The content is a silver liquid less viscous than water. There are no markings on it, and it the substance is unlike anything Petrus has ever seen before.

Petrus looks at the Vial, the fluid within reminding him of the shining of the water filled with blood on the day of the boat crash... Petrus shakes his head, pushing the memories from his mind. Unstopping the Vial with utmost care as to not drop and ruin the stopper, Petrus downs the Vial in one gulp.

Time seems to stand still and the color fades from the world. A voice echoes in Petrus' head, like the roar of the ocean...
"Only one will I grant of three; Strength, Intelligence, or Agility?"

"Uh, Hello? Am I hearing voices AGAIN? Ahh well... Intelligence sure is nice..." Blathers Petrus

A mental block is removed from Petrus' mind. He can think far more clearly than before. It will not be long before he learns magic.

Time resumes and Petrus' vision returns to normal. The vial and its stopper have vanished.

Petrus's jaw is agape. "Damn, I wanted to sell that! Oh well..." Petrus decides to sit back down and fish some more, in hopes of finding something else interesting, and goes back to fondly remembering his childhood.

Petrus catches a few more generic fish before he gets a bad feeling. Looking out to the coast, he can see a large ship headed for port. There's something eerie about it.
He soon realizes that it's moving far too fast. Something must have gone wrong. It would probably take a few minutes, but there was no avoiding the horrible crash that was about to occur.

"Oh dear, that isn't good. I wonder if there is something I can do to help..." Petrus spends one of the few minutes before the horrific crash, to use his newfound intellect to prevent the ship from crashing. If he fails to come up with a good method, he runs.

The only thing Petrus comes up with is a new estimate for the size of the ship. It looks to be 50 meters wide, and must weigh over 10 tons. Petrus runs. Minutes later, there is an enormous sound of screaming metal as the ship drives itself into the shore. People flock to it almost immediately, pointing and gawking and crying at the pulverization of their fishing boats. Then everything falls silent as a wind blows in from the sea, carrying with it a horrible stench of death and decay.

Petrus hears the crash, and is immediately sent back to his childhood. He falls to the ground twitching slightly.

Petrus wakes up, in the shallows of the cruel island... Chunks of wood are everywhere, and the water of the tide-pools is stained red. Not far off he can see two floating bodies, they drift towards him and beach. He stands up... runs over... One of the waterlogged corpses grabs at his ankle.

Petrus screams as he wakes from his trance, covered in sweat. He heads off towards the site of the crash.

Gagging on the reek of death, Petrus moves towards the wreck. The hull has been ripped open, leaving a handy entrance inside. However, it is too dark to see inside.

Look for a lantern, flint, or other source of light. If Petrus can't find a handy lantern, but there is a nearby fire, cut off some of his rope with his knife, soak some of it in salt-water, and light the rest on fire, holding the rope by the soaked portion, and using it as a torch. Then explore the ship that is undoubtedly filled with deceased sailors. If he cannot find a source of light, he leaves this task to anyone else nearby, and sits back.

Petrus searches the rubble of the docks and manages to find an undamaged oil lamp and some matches. He lights it and enters the ship. The tear in the hull leads into a large room filled with crates. The crates have all been gathered at the fore-end of the room. There is a ladder that leads up.

Petrus shakes quite heavily now, finally realizing that he is on a boat. He drops the lantern which promptly spreads flaming oil about. Petrus panics in the now unsteady light, and clambors up the ladder.

The room the ladder leads to would be pitch black if not for the fire shining up below. Still, Petrus cannot see anything but the floor and the ceiling for several meters before it fades into darkness. The floor seems to be oddly discolored.

Petrus is now in the dark, on a... a... BOAT. He starts to feel faint, then something snaps. Petrus begins gibbering like a madman, running around before slipping and falling. He lands on his hand and hears a loud *SNAP*. Then he crawls around on the floor, feeling in every dark corner he can get his hands in.

Petrus crawls around and almost immediately slices his hands open on some small sharp objects, possibly broken glass. This is confirmed by the tinkling noise when he jerks back, and sends pieces of it skittering around.

Petrus screams in pain and begins rolling around. This only exacerbates the problem, covering him in small cuts. He screams some more, and drags himself back towards the stairs. He falls down then, hearing another loud snap. With great pain and much screaming, he forces himself standing, only to realize he is now ablaze. He runs out through the hole in the side of the ship, screaming yet more.

He begins rolling around in the glass, only to smack his head into something very hard. He falls unconscious for a while. When he awakens, everything is dark, and his hands have stopped bleeding.
HP: 8/10, head injury, blood loss

Petrus feels around, trying to get his bearings.

Careful of the glass this time, he finds that he has hit his head on some sort of table which is bolted to the floor. Reaching on top of it to stand up, he feels something rubbery, rounded, and covered in some sort of slime.

Poke, Prod, and utilize all other senses to determine the nature of the rubbery, rounded, slimy object.