Zone D -- The Foam

[Lord Zedd]

Zedd awoke abruptly, jumping in place as his senses came flooding back to him. The last thing he remembered was the tidal wave approaching the burly man and himself, and then his world turned into a dizzying, painful whirlwind. Had he really fallen so far that he couldn’t even challenge a half-hearted attack by nature? He’d fought his way through all sorts of disasters of incredible magnitude in his previous conquests, and now high tide was too much for him. This was just another thing he’d have to overcome.

The man was gone, and Zedd found himself sitting on a small island in the flooded area. It was barely big enough for him, likely a small mound before the water level rose. He rolled over and climbed to his feet, letting out a pained groan as he did. He scooped his staff up from the sand, then made sure the Dragon Dagger was securely affixed to his belt. He looked down at the metal wristband that threatened to blow him up if… well, he wasn’t sure exactly what would make that happen. It was intact, though, so that was good enough for the time being. Likewise, his bag of freebies from Syntech was still securely on his back, thank goodness, but the tumbling amongst the surf could have damaged everything even further. He’d need to check on all the contents to assess the damage fully.

Not here, though. There was no telling when the next hairy abomination would wander up and cause the next brawl. He needed to take a minute to get his bearings and figure out a gameplan. He remembered the building from before, and figured it was as good a place as any to study the tablet again. With only a rough idea on which way to go, Zedd waded back into the surf yet again.

Moving from D13 to Safehouse D