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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!...
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Post by Karlyn Rivera on Jan 5, 2018 4:22:28 GMT
The day was far too beautiful for Karlyn to be in such a decrepit place. The sky was mostly clear and the day was still young, plenty of time for Karlyn to make more rounds. Her background as a mercenary before joining the Immortal army meant that she sometimes still got mercenary-like work. She had been sent to Scavenger’s Port to monitor some illegal drug trades. Sure, illegal or merely dark trade goods were common in this area, but she had been sent for something specific. Her mission had ended in the early hours of the morning after she had found the creator of the bad batch of opium that was killing so many. Yet, unfortunately, she could not catch a ship back toward home until tomorrow morning. For now, she had spare time and did not want to spend another moment in a reeking, lowly tavern where a brawl was just waiting to happen. Instead, she chose to walk down a more secluded section of the beach.
Karlyn was not sure how long she had been walking. She was probably a couple miles from the main port, but it mattered not to her. She was glad for a chance to get some fresh air and listen to the birds sing. She hummed to herself as she walked and contemplated turning around soon for it would soon be time for lunch. Perhaps someone would be selling oysters. As her thoughts strayed, her humming turned into quiet singing – her voice surprisingly pleasant.
“So come all you pretty fair maids, whoever that you be,
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm and gale, from you his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, God speed the day, he home will safe return.”
The sweet, gentle voice did not fit her appearance. Karlyn’s red hair was loose and flowing in the salty breeze, but she was clothed in dark colors with a dangerous looking blade strapped to her side on a black leather belt. Her pants were a sturdy material of black while her tunic was her favorite dark green with almost unnoticeable black embroidery. On the opposite hip of her sword, a dagger sat, while a black cloak to block out the chilly air rested on her shoulders.
“Her name it is Maria, she’s a merchant’s daughter fair,
She’s left her home and family and three thousand gold a year,
Her heart is pierced by Cupid; she shuns all glittering gold,
And there’s nothing can console her but her jolly sailor –"
Spying a figure in the distance, Karlyn stopped singing abruptly and blushed despite no one being around to hear her except the almost naked man. He was probably not close enough to hear her, but she was embarrassed nonetheless. She approached on silent, carefully trained feet and quickly realized that the man had iron on his wrists and ankles. An escaped prisoner then? She watched closely, still approaching near silently, as the stranger stripped … was that a body? Yes, he was stripping a dead man of his clothing, likely to clothe himself. Had he killed this other person?
Karlyn took in her surroundings quickly. A shipwreck. A dead man. A man with shackles stealing the dead man clothes. She was now close enough to spot a few large scars on his near naked body, but could not tell enough to identify the man as friend or foe. Stopping a cautious distance from the figure, still trying to make out his features, Karlyn unsheathed her sword… just in case…
Unfortunately, the sound caused the stranger to spin around and stare at her. He looked a bit like a deer who had spied the hunter. Was that fear in his eyes? Karlyn was carefully to hold her sword in a neutral position, though her body was honed and ready should he choose to attack.
“Did you kill him?” she said, nodding to the body. From her tone, she could have been asking about the weather, though she was certainly far more troubled by this scene than she sounded.
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