Arrival

[Ithildur]

The ship rocked gently by the docks, wood planks and taut rope groaning mildly in the calm breeze. One by one, the members of an odd looking group of travelers began to disembark from the ship, partially obscured by the darkness of the docks during night hours...

A tall, slender figure wearing a hood and cloak appears, a magnificent longbow on his back. His steps are near completely silent, though his movements suggest some degree of tension and unease in the city, as does the glint in his narrowed, almond shaped elven eyes. Upon setting foot on dry land he seems to vanish into the shadows, apparently before the others are even aware.

A human male is seen next, garbed in a mysterious robe, with the reserved, measured tone of an older scholar or monk, or perhaps a priest. His build and movements however, would seem to indicate someone physically capable, much more so than the average scholar or middle aged priest.

Next is a human female, young and attractive with a hint of nobility in her speech and mannerisms, appearing to be fairly comfortable finding herself in the docks district of a large city. She walks about with keen eyes and with steps agile enough to match those of a cat.

Then a large figure, taller and stouter than most human men, yet neither male nor fully human. As the figure turns and regards the docks with a bored expression, one can eventually make out the fact that she does indeed seem to be female: a female, with the blood of orc running through her veins.

She scratches her large rump and... barks.

A human male in chain shirt and bearing a large shield appears next. His features would likely be considered ruggedly handsome by many, and his voice is a clear, full tenor that rings above the noise of the docks. Though the shield bears the mark of the Red Knight, it appears fairly new and unused.

Last comes a second elf, outfitted in simple breastplate and also carrying a bow but more prominently carrying a fine longsword sheathed at his side. He is similar in height and build to the first, but without a hood covering the chiseled fair features typical of his people. Golden locks of hair dance freely in the mild breeze and a strange smile is seen on his lips, while he glances about and tilts his head as if listening for something.


"Well here we are," declared the man in chain shirt, grinning as he loosened his collar underneath the armor. "Touch warmer than the north no?"

"Baldur Gate dark and wet," grunted the half orc.

The blonde elf silently began to smooth out the wrinkles in his cloak, then took a deep breath through his nostrils, taking in the smells along with the sounds and sights of the City.

"Reminds me of the dock ward in Waterdeep," he spoke in clear, melodic voice. "The smells."

"It's an 'arbor; it always is seedy," replied the young woman with a delicate accent well known in the North. "Usually best advice is stay away after dark."

"Likely good advice for most folks, if it's anything like the City of Splendor," the gold elf agreed as he nodded to her. A slightly mischievous light appeared in his eyes, as he added a thought.

"Fortunately, we are not most folk."