Freedom? (Open to any) Jan 4, 2018 16:14:46 GMT
Post by Gavlin on Jan 4, 2018 16:14:46 GMT
The sky was bright, only a few puffy white clouds dotted it here and there. It looked as though the sun had been up for four, maybe five, hours; casting a happy tropical light onto the blue waters of the ocean. Birds could be heard chirping, and in the far distance the occasional shout from what sounded like a port not too far away. Among the sounds was the ever present lapping of the ocean onto the white sand of the beach head, and the with each ebb and flow of the tide the sound of... wood hitting wood? Along the beach was a plethora of broken timbers, what looked like a half burned mast, and a thousand boards. Obvious signs of a shipwreck, which wasn't surprising considering the storm the night before. The beautiful tropical weather this morning was very deceiving to the chaos and hell that had been raised the night before.
Among some of the shattered boards softly rolling in and out with the lapping of the waves was the body of a white skinned, dark haired man. He appeared to be dead, but upon closer inspection the gentle rise and fall of his torso could be seen. A sudden large wave rolled further up the beach and soaked his body, splashing cool water and sand into his mouth and face. Gavlin slowly opened his eyes.
It was bright, blindingly bright. He coughed a bit, trying to force out the salt water that had filled his mouth, and pushed himself up. Blurry vision blinded him to the sight of the beach as he weakly sat up, coughing and glancing up at the blurry bright light in the sky. Blinking several times finally brought things into focus. The beach, the sky, the sound of birds, a warm salty breeze, and shattered timber along the beach front. Gavlin stared for a moment, confused as he glanced down at the iron cuffs on his wrist and feet but no chains, and no one calling his name. Memories and images of last night flooded his mind. The Enchanter falling down the stairs, his cell being open, snapping that man's neck, freeing the slaves, the burning ship, the mermaids attacking on deck, the raging storm, falling over board and.... the beach... the beach...
The slaves eyes widened as he looked around, he seemed to be alone... and... free. He was... FREE! A sudden burst of energy and adrenaline surged through his body and he shot to his feet with an almighty shout for joy. His heart pounding in his ears he ran down the beach, jumping, grabbing sand and throwing it in the air. He ran, and ran, and ran with this grand display before finally falling to his knees, hands raised toward the sun and for the first time in his life; a broad smile across his face.
Panting slightly from the freedom run, a dark figure sliding in and out with the waves caught his eye. It was a body. Slowly and very cautiously he got up, and like a curious animal that didn't want to get too close, he carefully approached it. It was the Enchanter, dead. Another smile broke across his face before the echo of a shout down the beach made him hit the ground like a bomb went off. Then another shout and loud laugh, but they weren't from the beach, it sounded like a town was further down the beach.
Breathing a bit heavier he stood back up and looked himself over. His slave rags were completely shredded, rendering him almost naked. Not to mention the iron cuffs on his ankles and wrists, the branded S on his hand, and the scars covering his entire body. Everyone would know he was a slave unless he covered up. He pushed down on the cuffs on his wrists, but the didn't budge, then he tugged at the glowing collar around his neck... No luck either. He would have to deal with them later. For now he needed some clothes and... His head slowly turned toward the dead Enchanter at his feet. The man was about Gavlin's build, with fancy, dark leather clothing. That would do.
So with that he ripped off what was left of his shirt and knelt down to begin disrobing the dead. He almost had all of the dead man's clothes off when the half naked slave heard a noise behind him. Gavlin jumped to his feet, fear covering his features as images of his former master and the slavers flashed through his mind. He would die before he let them take him back!...