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>Critpass = Maids gift, mermaids blessing Amplified.
>Maid's gift will be elaborated on soon™
The ascent was easy, without the desperate need for air or a loss for your place in the world things you could adjust to the ascent and the weight of your treasured plunder with an ease that was disconcerting, no carrion troubled your exit from the grave and you felt lighter for it despite your trophies, far sooner than you thought the glimmering surface greeted you with hazy twilight, it took only a moment to breach the surface and cold air kissed your face.
Gone was the grey sky, in its stead a motley bruising of rusty auburn, brillant orange, midnight blue and dark grey clouds patterned the dusky sky, it made for a majestic sight and one you relished in your victory over the deep.
“Red sky at night, sailors' delight” you thought idly, was it a Braavosi saying or Pentoshi? You had learned it somewhere though where you had actually learnt it escaped you.
The drift had steered you little in your diving and only the slightest deviation had pulled you from where you thought you might have risen from, even in the open water the tide seemed strangely weak as if sheltered by some unseen force. The Sentinel stones still held their vigil, though it seemed now they were more solemn with the knowledge of what they overlooked, that was foolishness of course, rocks were rocks at the end of the day and had little concern for the affairs of men or the graves of the dead.
Closer to you the small outcrop lay glimmering on the water, whether sea foam or silver, it was hard to tell in the growing darkness like enough they were holding against the high tide and were safe enough to reach without issue though the prospect of no tinder or shelter was not one you relished in comparison to the sentinels.
Both options seemed better than trying for Dragonstone in twilight, though the idea of a warm fire, hot food and a bed seemed a paradise worth dying for.
<span class="mu-s">A rock and a hard place</span>
> you could make it too Dragonstone, Dark or no, the lights would be a beacon by which you could swim and you had energy left to spare for the trip. [Haughty]
>The rock was your best hope, it might be meagre, exposed to the water and without comforts but any resting place after your excursion would be welcome. [Cynic]
>The upper heights of the sentinels could leave you dashed against the rocks below, but with hope and luck perhaps a lower level could provide shelter from the worst of the night, maybe even tinder for a fire could warm you? [Taciturn]
Dont trust in another update tonight but I'll see what I can do.
