Event Coastal Rescue Event (Group 1)

As soon Remiel and Tribdan made their way aboard the wrecked vessel, they'd be able to see that for the most part, the injuries among the fishermen were generally minor to moderate in nature. Of course, they were all pretty rattled by the situation, but the methodical manner the two were employing seemed to help quite a lot. A few of them did panic a bit at the sudden wings, but the rescue crew managed to largely settle them down after landing safely.

For the pair who had opted to dive into the water, they would immediately be able to see more of the glowing spots dotting the dark. They were still a considerable distance away, but more of them were visible now, from multiple directions. There was by now a distinct air that they were being followed and watched, even though neither would yet be able to make out the creatures themselves. As Yvarn attempted to move closer, the lights he was headed towards abruptly jerked back, diving further in an apparent attempt to avoid contact. Illu did in fact manage to find a survivor struggling to free herself from some rope caught around her leg.

Throughout this, the coast guard captain kept a watchful eye on everything he could, ready to direct his crew to help any stragglers aboard.

The trio with their heads above water had, as far as they could tell, handily succeeded in saving their first group. The fishing crew, while definitely not in prime condition, were at least stable, and starting to calm down significantly with their newfound safety. Even the woman who had nearly drowned seemed to be holding on.

Tribdan pointing out the missing lizardman from their party, however, immediately snapped the coast guard captain out of what small measure of relief he had allowed himself to settle into. "Shit...did any of you see where he went? Any word?" Some of the crew began peering into the water from the deck, murmuring worriedly.

Meanwhile, as Yvarn continued to pursue the lights, they seemed to increase in pace bit by bit, as if there was further and further mounting desperation to get away from him. Then, abruptly, every single one of the lights in front of him stopped cold. Gradually, they began to dim, until each had entirely gone out. Around him was only the inky, boundless black of the sea...for only a few moments.

One by one, the lizardman would be able to see new lights beginning to glow. They were first in his peripheral view, then above, and if he looked behind himself he would see yet more. Then, finally, one light came on in the direction he had been following. And another. Over and over, faster and faster, more lights blinked into visibility in the formerly vacuous space below, far more than he had ever thought he was chasing. The abrupt, intense brightness was far too much for his eyes to take after minutes spent in near total dark, the only thing visible in the moments that followed being a vaguely helix shaped formation of the lights dashing up towards him.

And then, Yvarn found himself being pushed back up towards the surface at an alarming rate, a powerful pressure from the water jetting him rapidly away from the nest of lights. In no more than ten seconds, he burst up out of the sea, smacking hard on his back into the rescue vessel's deck like an ornery fish who'd decided to pay them all a surprise visit.

Above the water, everyone had been able to see the bright glow turn on, even with it being fairly deep, though less brightly. There was essentially no time to react to this before the missing volunteer was flung back to them, but what happened next would almost certainly steal their collective attention. Below, the glow first seemed to start fading, before it became clear it was simply spreading out into a large ring. Slowly, the ring began to spin counterclockwise, the pace sluggish initially, before gradually beginning to accelerate.

Within about thirty seconds, it was turning fast enough that the dots were blurring together into a solid line, and the already tumultuous, choppy water in the area was becoming even more violent, stemming out from the center of the ring. Immediately, the captain began barking orders to change course, but the outside edge of the still forming whirlpool had already begun to slowly drag at them despite the engine working its hardest. Worse yet, almost directly across from them on the other side of the ring was the next boat they were set to move on to, less wrecked than the first but still far from seaworthy. It too was beginning to be sucked further in, only slowly for now, but it would only get more intense by the minute.