Island Graund

[Ziosa]

Graund is completely covered in red rock and various mountains and hills, which gives it its second name of Red Rock Island. A group of pirates are trying to find something buried underground, but they and anyone else who comes to the island might end up finding something they shouldn't have.

 

[Ziosa]

Beram
Level 35
35 x 5 =175
Strength: 49+6=55
Speed: 49+6=55
55x2=110
-Reaction: 55
-Movement: 55
Vitality: 45+6+5=56
56x2=112
-Durability: 56
-Stamina: 56
Martial Arts: 32+9=41
41x2=82
-Hammer: 41
-Mace: 41

Jali
Level 30
30 x 5 =150
Strength: 35+6=41
Speed: 35+6=41
41x2=82
-Reaction: 26
-Movement: 26
Vitality: 35+6=41
41x2=82
-Durability: 41
-Stamina: 41
Mind: 14+9=23
23x2=46
-Botany: 46x
Martial Arts: 31
31x2=62
-Sniping: 41
-Knife: 21

Pirates (40)
Level 10
10 x 5 =50
Strength: 16+5=21
Speed: 13+2=15
15x2=30
-Reaction: 15
-Movement: 15
Vitality: 10+2=12
12x2=24
-Durability: 12
-Stamina: 12
Martial Arts: 11
11x2=22
-Swordmanship/Gunslinging: 22

Ancient Golem (2)
Level 45
45 x 5 = 225
Strength: 59+8=67
Speed: 59+8=67
67x2=137
-Reaction: 67
-Movement: 67
Vitality: 57+8=65
65x2=130
-Durability: 65
-Stamina: 65
Cyborg: 50+12=62
62x4=248
-Destruction: 62
-Armour: 62
-Energy: 62
-Utility: 62

 

[Ziosa]

One time beri reward
-105 000 000

Special Items acquired
-Ancient Tablet

Spoiler

Can be taken to several islands but can only get one of these rewards.
Alabasta: Small Golem companion/NPC (requires 45 Beast Mastery or 65 Science/Cyborg)
Clockwork Island: 5 Ancient Gears material
Torino Kingdom: Sensory Helm. Can sense nearby power sources. (Requires 55 Vitality and any mind stat at 50 Mastery)
Valley of Peace: Spear of Immolation.

Spoiler

Spear of Immolation: (81 Strength and 61 Martial Arts). Damaging a target with it causes the spear to do extra damage to them, but any damage done to anyone else is reduced. The effect only ends after the target is dead or the spear doesn't do damage to something for 4 turns.

Weekly beri reward
-55 000 000

 

[Magimasterkarp]

Red Rocks and Sand. An old island.

Traditions and stone, centuries and dust, history in the wind. Empires rose and fell, dunes wandered and stones withered. Time moved on, buried it all and started anew.

The island had held many names. Naquada, Djelibebi, Kingdom of Ptahotep, Naquada II. All those names, now buried in the sand. To outsiders it is simply known as Graund. That is the answer you get when you point at the island and ask what it is called. It´s as good a name as any.

There aren´t many outsiders. The entire island is surrounded by an unrelenting sandstorm keeping most visitors away, and the settling sand forms banks that make the waters tricky to navigate for even the most experienced of local fishermen.

The double Port of Khito served two seas. The blue sea port to house the fishing fleet, and the Golden Sea port Rhacotis where the dune ships lay. These fast vessels could glide over the dry waves of the dessert, skipped over the rocky outcroppings and weaved their way through the rows of stone pillars leading the way to other towns in the distance.

A fresh delivery of lifeplant came in from Khasut, the sandglider armed to the teeth against bandits. Before the crew could even lay down the gangway a small figure dropped off the railing, landing with a heavy thud in a cloud of dust.
"Merneith, stop moping please."
A heavy set man ambled down the gangway. His bald spot gleamed in the sun as he laid his small but kind eyes on the girl he was talking to.
"Hmpf." Was the only answer he got.

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Somewhere else on the island, a years long treasure hunt was nearing it´s end.
"Are you sure it´s here, Jali?"
"Beram, we've been working together for years. If we followed the clues correctly, this must be it."
"Alright men, we are on the precipice of finding the Akhetptah. Now dig as if your worthless lives depend on it."
The men began excavating the area. Within a short time their excavation site was deep enough that they could no longer be seen from afar, the excess sand making them look like just another dune.

@Lamby

 

[Lamby]

𐌉-𐌉... 𐋅𐌀ᕓ𐌄... 𐌂Ꝋ𐌌𐌄...​

The Island of Graund, a dusty rock in the ocean surrounded by raging storms of sand; each spec holds it's own unique place in history. Where each soul that fell in the war that made the Island this way being stuck in those raging winds. Each grain of sand holsters the dying wish of the fallen warriors of the Banda, heroically they gave their lives to protect their home but from what?

Eager humans have made their way to the island; as they dig they inch closer and closer to uncovering a remarkable relic from the past. Unfortunately for them, there was a curse that loomed nearby...

"The Sky Darkened, the warm and dust filled gusts of wind circling the Island churned much faster than ever; the rocky and sandy terrain was stricken with an even more powerful Sandstorm. The speckles thickened the air and made it exceedingly more difficult to traverse the vast landscape. The wind roared and increased in it's ferocity, harshly they slapped the plethora of rock beams which protruded from the sandy ground, was this the setting of a new storm? The Powerful winds could easily sweep a man right off his feet and throw him far off in the distance. Dark and angry clouds rolled as Rain; poured from the skies like no other?"

"Thunder Roared and loudly crackled as lightning frantically flashed about the skies, The island shook; the ocean currents got exceedingly wild and traitorous... It was a thunderstorm, brutally it thrashed and laid waste to the landscape mercilessly beating the dunes and rocks with wind and water! what followed was another flash of lightning and thunder..."

𐌁𐌀𐌍Ᏽ-𐌂𐌓𐌀𐌂𐌊, 𐌔𐌍𐌀𐌐-𐌁𐌀𐌍Ᏽ!!!

"It was a complete pandemonium, from a scientific standing point this was impossible! Curses don't exist nor do they have any specific ties to trinkets or ancient treasures... Do they? Amidst the Chaos a singular voice began to bellow as the Old Island Graund succumbed to an earthquake..."

 

[Magimasterkarp]

The Shroud had surrounded the island for centuries. It was to a regular sandstorm what a military invasion was to a bar fight. Not just in scale, but also in organisation. The low rumble of kilotons of sand roiling just above the ocean has been a constant companion to empires, kingdoms and republics. History just passed it by. But now something was different in the roar of the storm. Sand grains were grinding against each other. Entire squadrons of gales collided. A whine of static electricity arose from the friction.
And then The Shroud began bulging inward, as if something was pushing it in. Sand banks piled up after centuries were ripped apart in seconds, surpised hermit seals got flung into the sky as the stormwinds raced inland, as if fleeing from something.
In the northwest, Khito and Rhacotis were the first hit. Razor sharp winds formed blades of sand to tear apart unprotected sails, shred tents and continue eroding the two giant pillars of rock the town was constructed around. It wasn't that unusual for arms of the storm to sweep across the island, but this wasn't the season. The citizens could feel something was off. There was a tension in the air, as electricity crackled in the sand, it felt like the heavens themselves were stretched thin. And then the tension broke:

𐌁𐌀𐌍Ᏽ-𐌂𐌓𐌀𐌂𐌊, 𐌔𐌍𐌀𐌐-𐌁𐌀𐌍Ᏽ!!!

A giant lighning strike broke the horizon, a tear in the fabric of the sky. Thunder chased, a sonic fist breaking throught the gash and striking Graund. And with it, it brought the rain. Within seconds, the dry winds were replaced by sleets of rain, revealing that it was this tempest that had pushed the Shroud towards the island.
An old man whose bad knee could predict the weather was the first to notice. He dropped whatever he'd been carrying as he stared at the horizon. He saw a black wall of rain and storm, cut up by more lightning strikes. But something was missing. The golden band of the Shroud had a gap. The horizon had never been any other color, but now there was black, and blue, and searing white.
"The Shroud is broken!" he uttered. His words travelled at the speed of storm, forming independently in the heads of everybody who saw the open horizon.
Another thundering rumble ripped through the clouds, but this time, there was an answer. It started small, some rustling, bits of dust falling off shelves. But soon a second rumbling arose, from the ground up. As if in defiance to the storm raiding inland, the very earth began to shake. The red rocks scattering the dessert began to shift and splinter. In the giant library of Men-nefer, a red boulder broke loose from the massive roof and smashed two librarians.
Beram and Jali, at their dig site, could see the earth around them start to shift. The sands were threatening to bury them and their workers whole.
"Shore Up! This is a sign! We´re getting close, men! Keep digging!"
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Merneith, the young girl in Khito, had climbed up onto a palm tree, the trunk straining under her weight and the heavy winds. She wanted to see what change this storm would bring upon her island. There was no way a storm like this could be a good omen. She was still regretting the last time she trusted an outside influence two years ago. Her uncle was jumping up and down trying to get her to come down, but she just ignored him.

 

[Lamby]

Graund #2
@Magimasterkarp​

A giant lighning strike broke the horizon, a tear in the fabric of the sky. Thunder chased, a sonic fist breaking throught the gash and striking Graund. And with it, it brought the rain. Within seconds, the dry winds were replaced by sleets of rain, revealing that it was this tempest that had pushed the Shroud towards the island.
An old man whose bad knee could predict the weather was the first to notice. He dropped whatever he'd been carrying as he stared at the horizon. He saw a black wall of rain and storm, cut up by more lightning strikes. But something was missing. The golden band of the Shroud had a gap. The horizon had never been any other color, but now there was black, and blue, and searing white.
"The Shroud is broken!" he uttered. His words travelled at the speed of storm, forming independently in the heads of everybody who saw the open horizon.
Another thundering rumble ripped through the clouds, but this time, there was an answer. It started small, some rustling, bits of dust falling off shelves. But soon a second rumbling arose, from the ground up. As if in defiance to the storm raiding inland, the very earth began to shake. The red rocks scattering the dessert began to shift and splinter. In the giant library of Men-nefer, a red boulder broke loose from the massive roof and smashed two librarians.
Beram and Jali, at their dig site, could see the earth around them start to shift. The sands were threatening to bury them and their workers whole.
"Shore Up! This is a sign! We´re getting close, men! Keep digging!"
______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Merneith, the young girl in Khito, had climbed up onto a palm tree, the trunk straining under her weight and the heavy winds. She wanted to see what change this storm would bring upon her island. There was no way a storm like this could be a good omen. She was still regretting the last time she trusted an outside influence two years ago. Her uncle was jumping up and down trying to get her to come down, but she just ignored him.

"An ancient sway, a violet song in the wind; an entity fell from the sky as though he was birthed from the storm. A ball of black amidst the pandemonium of the skies; rain poured endlessly in almost all directions and lighting struck- CRACKLE-BOOM -A bolt streamed across the sky illuminating it as to see a brief silhouette descending upon the earth."

"His fur crackled, was he struck by the lightning? Who will know; his aimless body would only continue to hurdle as it came across a large clump of rocks. A large geological formation in the middle of this desert like island, he crashed into it's top; bouncing off the hard earth leaving a prominent crack in the formation's structure. He had awoken, his eyes snapping wide open as he reeled back his arms to smash the oncoming sandy-earth."

RAWWWWR!
"The energic crackles of a ferocious predator rung through the disturbed air! SMASH! He smacked the ground as he landed, in an attempt to soften the impact of his fall; he bounced once again, through a shroud of sand and dirt he passed through finally falling to the ground once more, dragging through the dirt standing tall."

HEH... HEH... HEH...
"He panted, his sharp canines poking out from his thick-skinned mouth. Lighting flashed once more, and it revealed his silhouette. Stood upon his short yet strong hindlegs, was a Gorilla! He'd come from the sky, a prime ape born of the heavens during the thick storm that thrusted all manner of chaos upon him and the island that belonged to his ancestors. Yes, that's right; his ancestors once ruled this land. The crazed roar that had spawned amidst the storm was a precursor to his reckoning, a blatant warning about the treasure that was being uprooted."

"However... Where was he? What did he plan to do; the Gorilla looked around the rain beating against his fur and skin only brought him sorrows as he began revising his past. His family, his purpose and his roots."

Scar King had landed at a coordinate between both the girls and the dig; however a bit far away. I don't actually remember where.