Post by zangeen on Jun 21, 2010 22:32:41 GMT -5
A sole boat braved the choppy waves in the dead of night. A sole figure stood at the railing, his cold and keen eyes gazing through the dark, watching the endless sea before him. The figure is of a smaller stature, standing barely taller than a child. His muscle-laden arms rested folded over a sleeveless, black silk shirt, revealing dark calligraphy trailing up his forearms depicting a black falcon grasping broken chains in its talons. A dark cloak clasped about his shoulders whipped in the wind, his sandy blonde hair flowing behind him.
The halfling looked to his left, half expecting something, or someone, to be there. Once noticing the lack of anything, a soft sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his sandy locks, brushing back rebellious strands of hair from his gleaming eyes. Looking back to the thrashing waves, a small smirk crosses his face before disappearing below deck.
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“Laaand hooo!”, the man in the crow’s nest bellowed. The resting halfling broke his eyes open, jolting upright. “About bloody time,” he murmured to himself. Making his way to the upper deck, a yawn seeped through his lips as he rubbed at his weary eyes, squinting in the morning light. Not far off into the distance, the shape of Orlbar grew visible through the fog dangling above the water’s surface.
Leaning against the railing, he wrapped his fingers impatiently on the wooden planks. At long last the ship docked, and the dark figure began to take his leave. “Have a nice stay,” one of the deckhands remarked. A smirk spread across the halfling’s face as he disembarked. Standing at the end of the boardwalk, he glanced about, searching for the nearest tavern. Y’ better be ‘ere. ‘m bloody sick ‘f huntin’ y’, he thought to himself before sauntering down the road.
The halfling looked to his left, half expecting something, or someone, to be there. Once noticing the lack of anything, a soft sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his sandy locks, brushing back rebellious strands of hair from his gleaming eyes. Looking back to the thrashing waves, a small smirk crosses his face before disappearing below deck.
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“Laaand hooo!”, the man in the crow’s nest bellowed. The resting halfling broke his eyes open, jolting upright. “About bloody time,” he murmured to himself. Making his way to the upper deck, a yawn seeped through his lips as he rubbed at his weary eyes, squinting in the morning light. Not far off into the distance, the shape of Orlbar grew visible through the fog dangling above the water’s surface.
Leaning against the railing, he wrapped his fingers impatiently on the wooden planks. At long last the ship docked, and the dark figure began to take his leave. “Have a nice stay,” one of the deckhands remarked. A smirk spread across the halfling’s face as he disembarked. Standing at the end of the boardwalk, he glanced about, searching for the nearest tavern. Y’ better be ‘ere. ‘m bloody sick ‘f huntin’ y’, he thought to himself before sauntering down the road.