The Keeper Of The Light

[Ever 2648]

Fifty-two years ago, a ragged woman, man, and child happened upon a small island in the middle of the great ocean. Here they lived, surviving off the fish of the sea and fruit of the trees. Not long after they arrived, the group crafted a tiny boat and set off for the mainland, leaving behind a half-finished house.

Forty years ago, a whaler set out from the mainland, map in hand. His ship's crew was excited. This was potentially the biggest known fish alive. And they were going to catch it.

Problems arose, though. Not only was the island incredibly hard to find, it was surrounded by a great reef. The crew's numbers had already thinned, only a handful remaining of the original eighteen. The ship ran aground during an exceptionally harsh storm and only the captain managed to swim to the dainty isle and drag himself to shelter.

Here he lived, surviving off the fish of the sea and the fruit of the trees. A month after landing, the captain salvaged a bottle of rum and stuffed inside of it the map. He let the bottle free in hopes of rescue someday arriving.

To better those odds of survival, the lone man began to construct a lighthouse, salvaging what little remained of the ship. Partway through, calamity struck. He fell from a ladder and broke his back.

Thirty-five years ago, rescue arrived. A group of islanders happened upon the island and were transfixed by the half-built lighthouse. Whoever harnessed that light, that was their god.

They were dismayed to find that there god was long dead. They buried his remains on the island. Their head shaman called for a tribute to their newly-found god: fish. As much fish as they could collect.

And so they collected fish. They collected fish till their arms grew tired and their legs gave out. When the first man died of exhaustion, the shaman took it as a sign that their god was displeased. He called for more fish. One by one, the men wasted away in their ragtag huts.

The island became a hotspot for pirate activity. It was remote enough to hide treasure, but still able to be found. The reef was also great protection from curious passer-bys.

Some say the island is brimming with gold and diamonds. Others claim it's a fool's graveyard. Who knows? Maybe they're both right.

Forty-five years ago, Sylvia Cyrus happened upon a map. Curiously enough, the island in the center of the map was the very same she and her mother had lived upon so many years ago. She took a piece of charcoal and scribbled a big fish to mark that it was her home. She, as children often do, misplaced the map. It travelled from hand-to-hand, person-to-person till it a whaling ship captain claimed ownership of it. He set out, being assured that the map was authentic.

Or maybe none of that ever happened. Maybe there is no island. Maybe it's all just the fabrication of an imaginative eight year old.

But your character's looking at the same curious map that the rest of the crowd is, listening to tales of pirate treasure. The decision is theirs to make.

Don't forget the spade.

I ask those who have a soulstone on the island NOT to participate in this. Sorry! OR DON'T USE THE SOULSTONE AND SWIM/BOAT LIKE I INTEND FOR YOU TO DO. THAT WORKS TOO!

Nothing is off limits. Dig to your hearts content. But if you arrive first, leave some for the rest, k? :)

[Phibbup 286]

I ask those who have a soulstone on the island NOT to participate in this. Sorry!

((I'm sad now.

[kurk brak 70]

( I don't have a soulstone on the island, so I'm participating, but does being one of the people who lived there originally make it so I can't? That's suck. :E Not sure if I should RP a response or finding the map or something. So I'll do it anyways. )

Will, sitting in Cloud Temple, injured as ever, notices a man walking through the plaza. He and his friends whisper in hushed, excited tones, something about believing "this island could make us rich!" As the men spoke, a map fell out of their pockets, but they were too excited to notice. After the men had rushed off, Will approached the map, frowning. He opens it, and glances at a large fish on the map. A big, fat, poorly drawn fish. He closes the map, and sets it to the side, deciding that he would go to this island and see what all the fuss was about, but something was brewing in the back of his head. It seemed. . . familiar. "Ah, well. I'll sort it out later." Will shuffled off, and the map remained for its next taker.

( void all of this if I'm not supposed to partake

[Ever 2648]

Philip knows where stuff is, as does Skippy. I dunno. Just don't ruin it for everyone else is all that I ask.

[kurk brak 70]

Philip knows where stuff is, as does Skippy. I dunno. Just don't ruin it for everyone else is all that I ask.

Dun wherry. Ahll RP stuff. :E No screwed up stuff.

[Skippy 2466]

Go find dem treasure items! There're some cool goodies in there.

[Ever 2648]

The treasure is gone.

But who knows when the next ship'll come by and make a drop?

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.