Message in a Bottle

Miha finds a message in a bottle and narrowly escapes with her life.

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

Message in a Bottle

Postby Miha on September 21st, 2020, 3:17 am

Fall 16th, 520 AV

Miha did not stray too far from the shore. There were plenty of shipwrecks to be found anywhere in Mathew's Bay, and rocky shores and outcroppings were home to quite their fair share. The seal didn't particularly like not being able to see the shore from where she was in the water. On a boat, it was fine - and she was plenty able to swim in deep water - but the Kelvic always felt a sense of panic when she had strayed too far. Some treasures, however, were so interesting that even this rare bout of anxiety would subside just long enough. Just long enough that she found herself in the bones of an old, old Mizaharan.

Finding the wreck of a Mizaharan was very rare. They were only built in Zeltiva, so it wasn't too odd that one would be in the bay, but Miha didn't often see them wrecked. If they were wrecked, she imagined that they'd be in the very bottom of the bay, far deeper than she was willing to explore. She had her own limited time to breathe, anyway. This one was different. She could still see the shore from where she was, but the water was very, very deep. Except for the sandbar that the ship was caught on. It was almost like a small island, with a small strip of sand near the ship peeking above the shore. The rest of the shoal was underwater at various depths, until it fell off entirely into the deep waters. Just on the edge of the shoal - and entirely underwater - lay the absolutely massive wreck. She could spend days exploring its features and avoiding rotted bits and whatever sea creatures made its home there, but Miha had a trick. Her grandma had told her many years before something she learned that made it quicker and easier for her to salvage ships and look for treasure - all the best shyke was in the captain's quarters. The Lia had been a Svefra, bound to more typical human limitations in the water. Being a seal, Miha was able to hold her breath a lot longer and swim a lot better, which led to her habit of getting distracted by her own curiosity.

Miha hauled out from the water onto the sand. Almost any time she was in the water, she was in her seal form, and she wanted to get a better look at the Mizaharan before she really dove inside it. Before that, she had to prepare for her dive. The Kelvic hyperventilated - she wasn't sure the specifics of why she did it, but she knew that it was why she could dive for so long. Then she exhaled all the air from her lungs, closed her nostrils, and pushed herself into the water. Her big eyes were perfectly adapted to seeing in dark water, but she had an even better feature - her whiskers. They could sense the movement in the water, and told her the location of moving things just by the vibrations they made in the water. They kept her safe.
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Postby Miha on September 21st, 2020, 3:18 am

Miha swam around the ship, getting a good look at it. It was balanced carefully on its side in the sand. Plant life had grown up and around it, and it looked very, very old. If it had been around in this spot for that long, the seal assumed it was sturdy enough for a bump or two from a curious seal. She swam around it again. The ship was truly massive, much larger than she was. From the deck of the ship, now leaning vertically, she could see that there were rotted stairs leading into the belly of the thing. Underneath it, on the side, she could see a very large hole where weight and time released the ship of much of its cargo, and a trail of crates, barrels, and chests fell into the deep.

The ship wasn't devoid of life, though. Its location made it a home of many barnacles, crustaceans, and schools of fish, and their scales glittered in the light that filtered down. Seaweed grew up between the wood, and wherever she went, the fish swam away. It was picturesque, and the water was just clear enough that she could see the name of the ship. The Night's Mistress came through after she swiped away some of the algae that was growing on the side. What an odd name for a ship - usually they had sea related names, and night time was awfully dangerous for boats, especially this close to shore. No wonder it had run aground on the shoal.

Miha kept looking around the ship. The deck was littered broken planks and big holes that looked like gashes into the belly of the thing. She spotted a door to the side of the deck, opposite the side that held the stairs and underneath the remains of the helm. The door looked sturdy despite its age and decay, and it was made of thick wood with very, very tarnished golden filigree decorating the edges. Miha swam up to it and pushed it with her body. It strained against the frame, but the soggy wood splintered, gave way, and the Kelvic found herself in the captain's quarters.

It was extravagant - even under layers of rot and tarnish, even having soaked in the salty sea for who knows how long. A writing desk was on its side, leaning against the wall, and a large bed made its home above it. Everything slanted towards the left side of the room because the ship was lying on that side, and any fragile treasures had been crushed, rotted, or fallen between cracks. Except for something that floated near the ceiling, what used to be the right wall. Miha could sense it with her whiskers as it swayed in the newly disturbed water from her presence.

A bonus to diving was that she slowed down. She was still as fast a swimmer as ever, but she had a clarity that being on land just didn't offer. This meant her thoughts were easier to simply push away as she swam up to the floating bottle. She took it in her mouth and focused. Through the clear glass she could see a folded slip of paper and a string of black pearls, kept dry by virtue of an airtight plug. Upon touching the bottle, she could feel the sense of urgency - a glimpse of a human man at the same rotted desk popped into her head, writing a note in black ink. The image disappeared as soon as it appeared. Miha could tell that inside this bottle were the captain's last words, and she wanted to read them. Something was important enough that he sought the will of the tides and currents to take them away from the ship.

It was too bad that they had gotten stuck.
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Postby Miha on September 21st, 2020, 3:19 am

Miha's curiosity far outweighed whatever she wanted to salvage, and she could only take one thing out of a ship at a time - a definite negative to her seal form was the lack of useable hands. With the bottle in her mouth, she swam in a circle and tried to push the door that had closed after she swam in. It didn't budge. She pushed again, harder. It didn't budge. The salvager was beginning to panic a bit, and she swam at full speed against the door. It still didn't budge. But now, now she was in trouble - a creaking sound came through the water, and she could feel things shifting ever so slightly. There wasn't another visible exit from the room, and now she was worried if she kept pushing and prodding she would disrupt the delicate balancing act. It was weird, though. She was so small compared to the ship, she didn't think it could affect it that much.

With a last push, the door slammed open. Miha was free from the captain's quarters. Her trouble wasn't over yet, however, as a net fell from above and landed on her. Shyke, she must have loosened it from its spot while she was pushing the door. The bottle escaped her mouth and she was forced further down the deck of the ship and into a hole that led deeper in. The spotted seal was tangled in the net and she was going to be out of stored air soon. She had to get out. She had to get out. It seemed that every movement she made simply tightened the ropes around her. She had to focus instead of panic, but it was hard. She was fine, she still had a few minutes to be underwater before... She just had to get out of the netting and she wouldn't die a horrible, drowning death.

Shyke, she started panicking again. Oh Gods, she hoped Laviku would save her from this drowning. He had saved her once before. Miha knew that by panicking she'd have to surface a lot sooner. She tried to focus again, on anything. Syna moved away from her spot behind clouds, and Miha could see the faint glint of sun that leaked through the water and the gaping holes on deck. In the filtering light, she spotted red, and she noticed a pain in her side. She had quite a scrape from sliding down the deck, and it was bleeding. Shyke, shyke, shyke! She started chewing at the ropes. Her teeth were sharp, but they weren't made for this type of material. The rope was waterlogged and loose, though, and she could feel it giving way. She wasn't fast enough. She could sense something coming towards her, and it was big. Being a seal, she was a shark's favorite snack. Being a bleeding seal, well, it was only a matter of time.
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Postby Miha on September 21st, 2020, 3:25 am

Even the fish that milled around had hidden from her flailing, and now they had another reason to hide. Miha gnawed and tore at the netting. A flipper came free, and then the other...and then the seal was free, just in time to roll out of the way of the shark launching itself through the gap in the planks. For a moment, the shark was stuck, and Miha made haste and swam through the hole she had fallen through. She could feel it yanking backwards against the gap. It was stuck - for now. She'd have to make it to the surface and to the shore, the real shore, if she wanted to be safe.

With a shudder of the ship, the shark escaped. She wasn't bleeding a lot, but there was enough blood that the seal knew she was essentially a swimming flyer for a free meal. With a few twists around the ship, Miha managed to make it to the sandbar. There, wedged in the sand, was the prize she'd gotten out of this mess. It didn't wash out far, and she wasn't going to give up on it now. Miha snatched it with her mouth and hauled out onto the shallow strip of sand that made its home above the waves. Come high tide, this entire thing was going to be underwater. The shore seemed endlessly far, now, and she was tired. At least she could breathe.

She could see the shark swimming around the shoal. She had to move quickly, when it circled along the other side. After hyperventilated through her nose and closed her nostrils, she dove into the water. Miha didn't even have time to think, she just had to swim. She doubted she had swum this fast before, and the shark was hot on her tail. This persistant bastard wanted to make a meal out of her, and that was the last thing she was going to let it do.

But she wasn't fast enough. She took a second to look behind her, just as the shark had opened its many-toothed jaw to take a bite. Miha jumped, and the shark narrowly missed its snack. She had lept over the shark, leaving another issue - now it was in front of her. The shark turned around and managed to maneuver itself below her. It propelled itself up... and Miha lept out of the water again, once again narrowly dodging the shark. She had seen wild seals do this before. She could do it, too. She moved around the shark, keeping close to its tail. As a seal, she was much more agile than the shark over twice her size, and she had a newfound hope she could escape.
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Postby Miha on September 21st, 2020, 3:27 am

Miha kept up the game, adrenaline keeping her from feeling the exhaustion. She dove, wove, and lept around the shark's big teeth and bigger jaws. Even with the bottle in her mouth, she was winning out in this game as she carefully skimmed along its body and around its tail. Another leap and she could see that the shore was so close she could practically feel the hot sand on her fur. Her tactic of making the shark chase her into the shallows was successful, and soon they were in water too shallow for the shark to chase. Miha surfaced and tossed the bottle into the sand. She took fast, deep breaths as she hauled into the sand. The sand, the sweet, sweet sand, it had only felt as good when her pod had been shipwrecked. Miha rolled in it. Her scrape got sandy and stung, but she didn't care - she was safe.

The seal shifted into her human form for the first time in what felt like bells. She crawled over to where she'd tossed the bottle and tugged on the stopper. That thing was stuck in, hard, and it took multiple tries before she was able to get it out. Then came the letter. Miha left the pearls inside the bottle. She didn't know how easily they'd come loose, and spending her time digging through the sand to find a bunch of black pearls wasn't what she wanted to do for the rest of the day. Luckily for her, the letter left was in Common.
Spring 54th, 503 AV


I hope this finds you well. As I write now, The Night's Mistress is filling up with water. It is now up to you to finish our mission. Two miles down the shore of the Syval Ruins, there is the wreck of a Fluyt.

Find the captain's quarters. Goddess willing, you will know what to do.

Good Luck.
Captain Arien Plutt


It seemed more like a clue to a scavenger hunt than any last words, but it must have been important if this was what he wrote. She could see the desperation in his words. As she held the letter, Miha could see the man in her mind. His face was blurry, but he didn't seem very old, like she expected a Zeltivan captain to be. The image flitted away from her mind. She knew these really were his last words, and written over a decade before she was born. Lucky for this man, his letter had fallen into the right girl's hands. She was going to find that ship, and find that secret. Miha rolled the letter back up and stoppered it into the bottle. She would spend more time inspecting it once she got back to the Demesne.
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Postby Alric Lysane on February 14th, 2022, 6:21 pm



Hi Hi!

When you return please update your ledger and I will post up your grade :D

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