Post by Serenity on Jan 7, 2015 2:05:39 GMT -5
Shivering rain rattled against the dock, coupled with biting, salty wind that could rip the flesh off bones. Flickering sconces rested between pairs of guardsmen who wrestled against the foul weather, praying for the ship to come soon. Only one stood still, a statue at the end of the pier, in anticipation for the ship to arrive.
It was a vessel come from the East, a mysterious and exotic land to many. Those who heard or knew anything only spoke of the emerald kingdoms, rich with vast green landscapes and mountains as ancient as time; the people rooted in tradition going back centuries told through flawless artistry, tempered with absolute dedication to craft. Indeed, the Jade Empire of the East was rich and steeped into the land and seemed to jealously guard its borders from all outsiders. Today, however, an emissary would visit Asfalon.
The boat racked against the pounding waves as it approached the dock, bells signalling its arrival against the storm. Men on the deck scrambled to bring the ship in steady with a barely audible captain yelling orders to his men. Quick Grayson simply stood at attention, patiently awaiting the vessel to come to a full stop as the nose splashed past him.
With the anchor finally lowered, the ramp was brought down and a lone figure stepped down from the ship.
"It has been a long time, master, I hope most of your travel was pleasant," said Quick.
"You needn't be so formal, Grayson," came an aged accent with a timber of wisdom, "You can, however, bring me to a warm hearth and hot tea."
"Of course, this way."
The two walked down the pier and toward the Sellsword ship.
"When did you receive my missive?"
"But a few days ago, I apologize in advance but I'm afraid I can't accompany you on your journey, I have...other business."
"That is a shame, both for me and your business."
Grayson said nothing more on the matter, for he knew the old man next to him knew him far better than even he did. He had forgotten what a waste it was to try to hide the nature of his work.
"I will have to take this journey on my own then, a shame. I would have liked to see how you are fairing in this harsh land."
"I can have someone join you, someone you and I can trust."
"Oh, is that so? I know only you in Asfalon and what I seek is ripe with danger."
"They won't refuse."
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It is the next day after the storm, state where your character is and what they're doing.
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It was a vessel come from the East, a mysterious and exotic land to many. Those who heard or knew anything only spoke of the emerald kingdoms, rich with vast green landscapes and mountains as ancient as time; the people rooted in tradition going back centuries told through flawless artistry, tempered with absolute dedication to craft. Indeed, the Jade Empire of the East was rich and steeped into the land and seemed to jealously guard its borders from all outsiders. Today, however, an emissary would visit Asfalon.
The boat racked against the pounding waves as it approached the dock, bells signalling its arrival against the storm. Men on the deck scrambled to bring the ship in steady with a barely audible captain yelling orders to his men. Quick Grayson simply stood at attention, patiently awaiting the vessel to come to a full stop as the nose splashed past him.
With the anchor finally lowered, the ramp was brought down and a lone figure stepped down from the ship.
"It has been a long time, master, I hope most of your travel was pleasant," said Quick.
"You needn't be so formal, Grayson," came an aged accent with a timber of wisdom, "You can, however, bring me to a warm hearth and hot tea."
"Of course, this way."
The two walked down the pier and toward the Sellsword ship.
"When did you receive my missive?"
"But a few days ago, I apologize in advance but I'm afraid I can't accompany you on your journey, I have...other business."
"That is a shame, both for me and your business."
Grayson said nothing more on the matter, for he knew the old man next to him knew him far better than even he did. He had forgotten what a waste it was to try to hide the nature of his work.
"I will have to take this journey on my own then, a shame. I would have liked to see how you are fairing in this harsh land."
"I can have someone join you, someone you and I can trust."
"Oh, is that so? I know only you in Asfalon and what I seek is ripe with danger."
"They won't refuse."
_____________________________
It is the next day after the storm, state where your character is and what they're doing.
Because the chatbox is down I would recommend skype for the purpose of talking to me about this thread. My skype name is donangel7