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Come one come all! The siren call of exploration, wealth, and power are yours for the taking! The wealth of the Wilderlands are ripe for the peoples of the Old World to take! This was the clarion that was sounded across the world when this brave new world was discovered. Soon enough nations worthy of the name pooled their resources to establish the first colonies and encampments. The set backs were numerous though, but colonists returning only spread stories that seemed too wild to believe. This only spurred more and more people to make the dangerous crossing to the Wilderlands. These colonists soon attracted unsavory sorts of their own. Pirates, bandits, even down on their luck adventurers set out to see if they could make a quick buck off the backs of these colonists.
With this flood of people the outposts swelled and much more than that, colonies not belonging to any one nation would soon spring up. People on the run, wishing to set aside their old lives set out to make a new life for themselves. The disgraced, unworthy, and downtrodden soon made their way to the port, watching as rickety ships bore them across an unforgiving and vast ocean.
This is where the story picks up. The sun bearing down on the backs of our heroines as one of them blurrily awakens on a soft sandy beach, the only consolation prize other than the fact they still lived.
Alexandra looked around to see that she was in only in her simple tabard, her armor nowhere to be see, luckily she still had her sword at her hip as she wiped off the sand that caked itself against her cheek.
"W-what in the world happened?" She groaned to herself, her body aching everywhere as the waves chopped against the shore in the background. Looking around she saw barrels, chests, loose planks drifting about. The realization hits her that she had been shipwrecked. But they had to be close to port right? She remembered the lights from the night before. Her contemplation was cut short however when she heard another groan come from her side and she saw another woman lying face down in the sand finally come to. Long pointed ears sticking out from the white sand as Talia shook her head.
"H-hey, you're awake, thank the goddess. How are you feeling anything broken?" Alexandra asks with concern as she looks down at the half-elf and turning her over only to be met with the fact her puffy shirt was completely open. "O-oh." She remembered seeing this woman with a set of nicely adorned armor, but whatever happened to it, it was long gone now instead Talia was simply dressed in nothing more than a knife belt, a ripped shirt and her panties. Alexandra held the woman in her arms as she looked to see if the woman had any wounds that needed tending to with her magic. Alexandra's soft blue eyes tracing the woman's entire form nothing the set of nipple piercing the half-elf had along with a strange rose she had on her right buttock. Softly red and surrounded in thorns, it seemed too detailed to be simply ink and the thorns felt like to Alexandra's eyes like they were writhing. But another groan cut the templar's 'purely' medical examination.
"Easy there, i think we got tossed off the ship. Can you stand?" Alexandra asks gently helping the half-elf to her feet.