(OOC: I will set up an OOC thread shortly for posting profiles and related oddments. As always, no one loves a powergaming godmoder in a casual roleplay unless it's Granny Weatherwax, and she's fictional. For consistency, please stay in third person past tense.)
It had rained heavily the night before, petering out into a drizzle as the sun rose. Still, it was an overcast morning, and much of the townfolk were staying indoors. Only those with work or business were on the streets. A few merchants were setting up their stalls. On the dock, a few longshoremen were repairing a ship while an another familiar one approached from the horizon.
A fine mist hovered over the ground. Maris sat crosslegged on a barrel by the road, and made a face when a cart trundled by, throwing up mud in gobbets and spattering her pale clothes.
Usually she wouldn't have been up, but she had jolted awake that morning to the sound of the innkeeper's children cooing and babbling downstairs.
"Bloody kids," she mumbled.
It was far too early to be in the bar, and she had been warned about monsters in the ruins about the island. Maris slouched deeper into her overcoat and wondered what to do.
Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici
"By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe."