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Dead men tell no tales!
...That was the last thing I heard him say that night, aye... I remember the killin' and the lootin', not the rape, and also that phrase. He shouted at the top o' his lungs, and leaped down from the Serpent and into the flame filled crossroads. My ears were couldn't take the deafening screams and shouts, the deafening blasts of the cannons on the Serpent, the deafening shrieks, pleading for help, desperate to survive our blades.
I shouted as loud as I could meself, rallying as many of the old salts as I could, and we charged blindly into the blind night. We all wore red and white, 'twas easy to figure out who to stab and who to save. Whatever that was small I could pocket, I did. The men and I continued our trek up the hill, me leading them. Bah! Bunch of landlubbers they were that night. Men I knew for years, men who saved me life throughout the decades I've known them, tripping over rocks, takin' arrows in the eye. They knew what they were in for, he even said this was going to be "the one". I was surprised in how many of us seized the opportunity. The ones who had families waiting for 'em back home, the young'uns who snuck onboard and could barely lift a cutlass...
I digress, we continued drudging up the hill. I looked back periodically, and everytime I looked back my company would thin out. Who took it first? Oh, yes, it was the Elf. What is it, again? Moonglade? Moonshade? Good Elf, that one was. Hrm... Probably that one. A shame, we could've used him later that night. Then I turned my head again. I remember... I turned my head, after gutting a poor sod, the others were taken aback by my bloodstained face. I counted their faces... One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve... Twelve... Twelve?
"Matthew! Where are you!? Matthew!"
"He... He should be here, Datson! He was right beside me!"
"He could've gotten cut down, couldn't he?"
"Heaven's no! The boy is an adept one!"
"He could've been left behind... Look! down there! Some of our boys are still climbin' up!"
"Bah! Forget him! He's waiting for us at the top of this damned hill!"
"Gods Datson! His father will --"
"SINCE WHEN DID YOU GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM?!" I grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him towards my enraged face. "WHAT THE FUCK IS DADDY GOING TO DO, A THOUSAND MILES AWAY? HE AGREED TO GO. YOU AGREED TO GO. SO CLIMB UP THIS FUCKING HILL, FRUIAN. HE'S WAITING FOR US."
I pushed him away, scowled, and belted something out... I don't know what it was, but it was enough for every sorry sod in the area to shit their pants and start runnin' down the hill. Easy pickings. My blade tasted... One... Two... Three... Four corpses. That should be the last of 'em. We took a brief respite, and I counted my company again.
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine...
Nine.
I yelped out, my voice was strained.
"SILVERKIN!"
"EZALOR!"
"AUREL!"
No response. Where the hell were they?! Did they stumble down? Did they fail to keep up? Did they... No, 'course they didn't, my men wouldn't fall to such simpletons. They wouldn't! The thought of it... Ugh! I counted again... One, two, three, four, five, six seven, eight, nine... Nine! NINE! Could you believe it?! Three men, gone in a blink of an eye! I heard another echoing boom. I jumped in my stance. I looked at the faces crowded around me, and nodded my head.
"Get up, lads! He should be at the top by now, keepin' the loot safe!"
We made our final trek upwards. Occasionally, we came across a couple of survivors, desperately runnin' down the hill. Some of 'em were women with babies in their arms. Ugh. I still close my eyes when I have to deal with them. The others have no problem with that kind of stuff. Different things spook different people. When you sail on The Serpent, you quickly find out what does, and what doesn't.
Finally. We made it up. I bent down to catch my breath, so did the rest of the ones followin' me. The rest of the boys were also makin' it to the top, too. The damn place was flooded with men of The Serpent. At the top o' the hill was the mansion, the one we were directed to by our contacts. He was up there too, belching out one o' his terrible songs. Heh. Typical of him. He, me, and the other officers went inside to find the stash. Gods, the place was grand. We should've just taken the entire thing, with all the trouble, and all the men we went through. We could hear the rest of the boys cheerin' and laughin' outside. They've earned it, they really did. Couldn't get rid of the smirk on my face, meself... Where was it...? We've been through every room... No secret door, no secret library... Were we duped? By our most trusted contacts? We couldn't have been... Soon, we heard shrieking and yelling outside... There was more of 'em? Couldn't be, we wiped the entire place out! We looked at each others' distraught faces, and silently agreed to head out with the others, find out what's going on... We went outside, brandishing our blades... We looked out to the sea, from the top of the hill, there was another ship docked next to The Serpent, which, at this point, was engulfed in flames. That flag... That flag was the flag of the Gate! We could see our boys down the hill, rushing and sliding down, clashing swords with unfamiliar faces... Faces outfitted in chainmail, swinging claymores, wearing plated helmets...
No question of who these men were... They had to be Privateers. We rushed down the hill, me first. He was close, aside me. He tripped, though I was able to get a grip of his hand to stop the otherwise fatal crash down. We looked back to The Serpent. It was practically falling apart! We started sprinting towards the docks, wading through the fighting. I screamed something amidst the chaos.
"Get to that ship! It's the only way out!"
We continued dashing for our only escape out of this trap. I had to fight my way out. I grimaced and winced at every remaining man I stabbed. They were well trained. I saw a few of the officers get cut down... I shook my head. I wasn't getting out alive mourning them. They knew what they were in for. They knew...
Me, and a handful of my company (The rest, I can confidently say, were killed) were the first ones to reach the docks. We looked back, and noticed the majority of the corpses lying lifelessly on the ground were wearing red and white. We turned our attention back to the unknown ship, the flag of the Gate gliding quietly in the midnight air. The only way to get on board was a stiff, used rope, one that led to the starboard. Fruian went up first. He was the strongest lad in my company, after all. We watched him struggle up the rope... About halfway, I went up next... Gods, that wasn't easy. I finally made it onboard, in what felt like an eternity. Looks like some of the others got the message too, and were able to board through other unconventional means. The deck was mostly empty, save for a few defenders, ones that were we easily able to deal with. When the fighting stopped, we took a brief breather... No cheers and laughs this time. I looked around me. The only veterans among us were my company, everyone else's face I couldn't recognize... He wasn't there, either. I cursed to myself. No one else was suitable for carrying the mantle, so I did.
"Oi! Listen up!"
"Datson?! What're you doin'?"
"Listen to me! We ain't getting out of here alive and safe anytime soon, you hear me? Sorry if you were expectin' to strike it rich tonight, it just ain't gonna happen! Those men that own this here ship? They ain't any normal pirate. They be privateers for The Gate, someone paid 'em a lot o' money to get rid of The Serpent. We need to get back to Skullport, warn the others about what happened... And I'll have a talk with our so called trusted sources... Now, there's got ta be at least one of ya dogs that know how to work one of these, yeah?"
Well... That was that. No treasure, no gold, none of that. Instead, more than a three quarters of us got wiped out, and I was cursed to pick up the pieces. Bah. Should've died there, would make things less complicated... We drifted in the middle of the Sword Coast for days... No one said anything, no one laughed... The rest of us, save for the ones that followed me, didn't know each other. Whoever directed them to us got killed on the raid... What's that? Another ship? Blimey! I looked at the men on the deck. Each one had the same look in their eyes as I did. Whatever help we would find would certainly be more beneficial than gettin' lost out sea.
"Ahoy! Over there! Bring us there!" I pointed to the distant ship.
...That was the last thing I heard him say that night, aye... I remember the killin' and the lootin', not the rape, and also that phrase. He shouted at the top o' his lungs, and leaped down from the Serpent and into the flame filled crossroads. My ears were couldn't take the deafening screams and shouts, the deafening blasts of the cannons on the Serpent, the deafening shrieks, pleading for help, desperate to survive our blades.
I shouted as loud as I could meself, rallying as many of the old salts as I could, and we charged blindly into the blind night. We all wore red and white, 'twas easy to figure out who to stab and who to save. Whatever that was small I could pocket, I did. The men and I continued our trek up the hill, me leading them. Bah! Bunch of landlubbers they were that night. Men I knew for years, men who saved me life throughout the decades I've known them, tripping over rocks, takin' arrows in the eye. They knew what they were in for, he even said this was going to be "the one". I was surprised in how many of us seized the opportunity. The ones who had families waiting for 'em back home, the young'uns who snuck onboard and could barely lift a cutlass...
I digress, we continued drudging up the hill. I looked back periodically, and everytime I looked back my company would thin out. Who took it first? Oh, yes, it was the Elf. What is it, again? Moonglade? Moonshade? Good Elf, that one was. Hrm... Probably that one. A shame, we could've used him later that night. Then I turned my head again. I remember... I turned my head, after gutting a poor sod, the others were taken aback by my bloodstained face. I counted their faces... One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve... Twelve... Twelve?
"Matthew! Where are you!? Matthew!"
"He... He should be here, Datson! He was right beside me!"
"He could've gotten cut down, couldn't he?"
"Heaven's no! The boy is an adept one!"
"He could've been left behind... Look! down there! Some of our boys are still climbin' up!"
"Bah! Forget him! He's waiting for us at the top of this damned hill!"
"Gods Datson! His father will --"
"SINCE WHEN DID YOU GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM?!" I grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him towards my enraged face. "WHAT THE FUCK IS DADDY GOING TO DO, A THOUSAND MILES AWAY? HE AGREED TO GO. YOU AGREED TO GO. SO CLIMB UP THIS FUCKING HILL, FRUIAN. HE'S WAITING FOR US."
I pushed him away, scowled, and belted something out... I don't know what it was, but it was enough for every sorry sod in the area to shit their pants and start runnin' down the hill. Easy pickings. My blade tasted... One... Two... Three... Four corpses. That should be the last of 'em. We took a brief respite, and I counted my company again.
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine...
Nine.
I yelped out, my voice was strained.
"SILVERKIN!"
"EZALOR!"
"AUREL!"
No response. Where the hell were they?! Did they stumble down? Did they fail to keep up? Did they... No, 'course they didn't, my men wouldn't fall to such simpletons. They wouldn't! The thought of it... Ugh! I counted again... One, two, three, four, five, six seven, eight, nine... Nine! NINE! Could you believe it?! Three men, gone in a blink of an eye! I heard another echoing boom. I jumped in my stance. I looked at the faces crowded around me, and nodded my head.
"Get up, lads! He should be at the top by now, keepin' the loot safe!"
We made our final trek upwards. Occasionally, we came across a couple of survivors, desperately runnin' down the hill. Some of 'em were women with babies in their arms. Ugh. I still close my eyes when I have to deal with them. The others have no problem with that kind of stuff. Different things spook different people. When you sail on The Serpent, you quickly find out what does, and what doesn't.
Finally. We made it up. I bent down to catch my breath, so did the rest of the ones followin' me. The rest of the boys were also makin' it to the top, too. The damn place was flooded with men of The Serpent. At the top o' the hill was the mansion, the one we were directed to by our contacts. He was up there too, belching out one o' his terrible songs. Heh. Typical of him. He, me, and the other officers went inside to find the stash. Gods, the place was grand. We should've just taken the entire thing, with all the trouble, and all the men we went through. We could hear the rest of the boys cheerin' and laughin' outside. They've earned it, they really did. Couldn't get rid of the smirk on my face, meself... Where was it...? We've been through every room... No secret door, no secret library... Were we duped? By our most trusted contacts? We couldn't have been... Soon, we heard shrieking and yelling outside... There was more of 'em? Couldn't be, we wiped the entire place out! We looked at each others' distraught faces, and silently agreed to head out with the others, find out what's going on... We went outside, brandishing our blades... We looked out to the sea, from the top of the hill, there was another ship docked next to The Serpent, which, at this point, was engulfed in flames. That flag... That flag was the flag of the Gate! We could see our boys down the hill, rushing and sliding down, clashing swords with unfamiliar faces... Faces outfitted in chainmail, swinging claymores, wearing plated helmets...
No question of who these men were... They had to be Privateers. We rushed down the hill, me first. He was close, aside me. He tripped, though I was able to get a grip of his hand to stop the otherwise fatal crash down. We looked back to The Serpent. It was practically falling apart! We started sprinting towards the docks, wading through the fighting. I screamed something amidst the chaos.
"Get to that ship! It's the only way out!"
We continued dashing for our only escape out of this trap. I had to fight my way out. I grimaced and winced at every remaining man I stabbed. They were well trained. I saw a few of the officers get cut down... I shook my head. I wasn't getting out alive mourning them. They knew what they were in for. They knew...
Me, and a handful of my company (The rest, I can confidently say, were killed) were the first ones to reach the docks. We looked back, and noticed the majority of the corpses lying lifelessly on the ground were wearing red and white. We turned our attention back to the unknown ship, the flag of the Gate gliding quietly in the midnight air. The only way to get on board was a stiff, used rope, one that led to the starboard. Fruian went up first. He was the strongest lad in my company, after all. We watched him struggle up the rope... About halfway, I went up next... Gods, that wasn't easy. I finally made it onboard, in what felt like an eternity. Looks like some of the others got the message too, and were able to board through other unconventional means. The deck was mostly empty, save for a few defenders, ones that were we easily able to deal with. When the fighting stopped, we took a brief breather... No cheers and laughs this time. I looked around me. The only veterans among us were my company, everyone else's face I couldn't recognize... He wasn't there, either. I cursed to myself. No one else was suitable for carrying the mantle, so I did.
"Oi! Listen up!"
"Datson?! What're you doin'?"
"Listen to me! We ain't getting out of here alive and safe anytime soon, you hear me? Sorry if you were expectin' to strike it rich tonight, it just ain't gonna happen! Those men that own this here ship? They ain't any normal pirate. They be privateers for The Gate, someone paid 'em a lot o' money to get rid of The Serpent. We need to get back to Skullport, warn the others about what happened... And I'll have a talk with our so called trusted sources... Now, there's got ta be at least one of ya dogs that know how to work one of these, yeah?"
Well... That was that. No treasure, no gold, none of that. Instead, more than a three quarters of us got wiped out, and I was cursed to pick up the pieces. Bah. Should've died there, would make things less complicated... We drifted in the middle of the Sword Coast for days... No one said anything, no one laughed... The rest of us, save for the ones that followed me, didn't know each other. Whoever directed them to us got killed on the raid... What's that? Another ship? Blimey! I looked at the men on the deck. Each one had the same look in their eyes as I did. Whatever help we would find would certainly be more beneficial than gettin' lost out sea.
"Ahoy! Over there! Bring us there!" I pointed to the distant ship.
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"Ahoy! Over there! Bring us to that ship!"
I shouted again. Gods... Did anyone hear me? Ah, there ya go, we're finally movin'. I watched the distant ship, with a furrowed brow, from the crow's nest. It was... Approaching our direction quickly. Rather too quickly. How odd. I took out my monocular from my breast pocket, extended it, and raised it towards the fleeting maiden. Still not close enough to indicate who they were. I gritted my teeth, and let out a mellow growl.
"AY! SPEED IT UP, DOWN THERE!" I shouted from the crow's nest. My attention went back to observing the mysterious maiden... We were getting closer. The foggy morning was obscuring the properties of the ship... Though, there was one property that I could easily, and successfully decipher. The flag. It was, too, the flag of the Gate. I looked back to
the banner that sailed in the sky on the ship we ourselves commandeered. We were still sailing under that god forsaken symbol. I smirked lightly. I could play this to my advantage. I looked down at the deck at my boys. They got rid of of their red bandannas and shirts. My smirk grew larger. Perfect. I knew if someone could play this off, it would be the Serpents.
"Ay!" I called down, "Lads! 'Tis another one from the Gate! You all thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?!"
I was answered with cheers and desperate optimism. Good. The boys were on the same page as me. "Speed it up, just a bit more, lads!"
The maiden's deck was still mostly a mystery to us... But it was zooming as fast as a damned wyvern with the strength of a bull. It was headed towards us. Hrm. Looks like they're in a hurry, we'll need to get their attention some way. The ship haunted towards us even closer. What in Gods' name is this? I furrowed my brow, and placed my monocular back to my right eye. The fog was clearing up. I could see the deck, and hull of the ship. The entire deck was steel, the towering nest was steel, the starboard was pure steel... All with the dreaded symbol of the Gate, gliding in the stiff morning. I... I didn't know what to do. My jaw dropped, my hands felt cold and pale. I shook my head. Focus, Datson. Focus. I brought the monocular back in front of my eye. I scanned the deck hastily. There were men on board, brandishing and sharpening large, steel claymores, fully protected in full plate armor. The archers, save for a few, were all elves, and the ones that weren't elves were lugging around giant crossbows the size of my arm. What in the hell? These must be the same privateers from the other day. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach... Then suddenly, a fit of desperation raced down my body. I dropped my monocular, I heard it "clunk" loudly as it plunged into the deep ocean and I started waving my hands.
"GO BACK! GO BACK!"
"Eh, Datson?! What's the problem?! We found help!"
"TRUST ME FRUIAN, IT'S NOT HELP! GO BACK, NOW!"
"What in the hells?! That's Gnome technology!"
"Eh? Gnome what?"
"Look a' it! Thing's practically metal!"
"What's a ship of the Gate doing with that black magic?!"
"Aye, stuff like that ain't normal!"
"IT AIN'T THE GATE, YOU DOGS! GO BACK, NOW!"
Suddenly, I heard a loud, booming, echo. I turned my head back to the direction of the privateer ship. I squinted my eyes... There was a ball of light that was coming of the crow's nest of the ship... It got larger, and larger... Until it was soaring directly at our maiden. I eyes widened, my orbs dulled... I couldn't believe it!
"GET DOWN, NOW LADS!"
Too late. The fireball struck the deck of the ship. The crow's nest collapsed, and I fell onto the hard, wooden starboard. The men were clamoring. I looked back at the ship. The steel behemoth was now directly beside our maiden. The archers gathered onto the deck, brandishing their longbows and crossbows, taking aim at my distraught Serpents. It was shootin' fish in a barrel for 'em. The first wave of the arrows and bolts struck, and I saw three... No, four get struck. The rest of my boys jumped down from our ship, and deep into the ocean. I panicked, myself. I plunged right into the molten blue myself. I held my breath as I went deep underwater. The archers were beginning to aim down at the water. I gripped Fruian's hand, he couldn't swim, and tried to guide him through the ensuing chaos. The second wave of arrows struck as we were wading through the deep water. The ocean begin to redden with blood, the corpses of my men floating underwater. I swam faster, I looked behind me in a quick motion. They were only at least ten others following me, plus Fruian who was holding closely onto my hand. I looked back onwards, no one was in front of me. I... I must've held my breathe for at least 10 minutes that morning. The third, and final wave of arrows struck. I saw a bolt zoom past in front of me. Lucked out. I heard the gurgled grunts and yells of my boys. Soon enough, I felt the hand that was gripping mine begin to loosen, and eventually fade away. I swam as fast as I could, I was the sole survivor... After an eternity, I resurfaced back to the surface. I took a huge exhale... And then I blacked out.
When I awoke, I was sitting in a crude, wooden boat. A man with a paddle was wading the boat, me and him were the only ones in it.
"Aye, you finally awake, lass?"
"I... Who... What...? Who are you...? Where's my boys?"
He quirked his brow. "Boys? A pretty young lass like you already married?" He chuckled. "What a shame."
I rolled my eyes, but stayed silent. My savior, of all people, happens to be a buffoon.
"Where'd... Where'd you find me?"
"A couple hours ago," he nodded. "Saw your pretty face driftin' out here. Ah, don't worry, the blue is mostly safe around the Moonshaes, yeah?"
Moonshaes? I've heard of that. Bunch of isles, if I can recall. He continued rambling on, as I looked out into the sky and the ocean.
"Saw you with stained blood on your hands," he nodded his head. "Ain't none of my business, but was gonna bring ya to a local town to patch ya up, yeah?"
"Town? What town?"
"Corwell Village," he nodded. "Nice folk there, you'll be fine."
...Corwell Village, eh?
I shouted again. Gods... Did anyone hear me? Ah, there ya go, we're finally movin'. I watched the distant ship, with a furrowed brow, from the crow's nest. It was... Approaching our direction quickly. Rather too quickly. How odd. I took out my monocular from my breast pocket, extended it, and raised it towards the fleeting maiden. Still not close enough to indicate who they were. I gritted my teeth, and let out a mellow growl.
"AY! SPEED IT UP, DOWN THERE!" I shouted from the crow's nest. My attention went back to observing the mysterious maiden... We were getting closer. The foggy morning was obscuring the properties of the ship... Though, there was one property that I could easily, and successfully decipher. The flag. It was, too, the flag of the Gate. I looked back to
the banner that sailed in the sky on the ship we ourselves commandeered. We were still sailing under that god forsaken symbol. I smirked lightly. I could play this to my advantage. I looked down at the deck at my boys. They got rid of of their red bandannas and shirts. My smirk grew larger. Perfect. I knew if someone could play this off, it would be the Serpents.
"Ay!" I called down, "Lads! 'Tis another one from the Gate! You all thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?!"
I was answered with cheers and desperate optimism. Good. The boys were on the same page as me. "Speed it up, just a bit more, lads!"
The maiden's deck was still mostly a mystery to us... But it was zooming as fast as a damned wyvern with the strength of a bull. It was headed towards us. Hrm. Looks like they're in a hurry, we'll need to get their attention some way. The ship haunted towards us even closer. What in Gods' name is this? I furrowed my brow, and placed my monocular back to my right eye. The fog was clearing up. I could see the deck, and hull of the ship. The entire deck was steel, the towering nest was steel, the starboard was pure steel... All with the dreaded symbol of the Gate, gliding in the stiff morning. I... I didn't know what to do. My jaw dropped, my hands felt cold and pale. I shook my head. Focus, Datson. Focus. I brought the monocular back in front of my eye. I scanned the deck hastily. There were men on board, brandishing and sharpening large, steel claymores, fully protected in full plate armor. The archers, save for a few, were all elves, and the ones that weren't elves were lugging around giant crossbows the size of my arm. What in the hell? These must be the same privateers from the other day. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach... Then suddenly, a fit of desperation raced down my body. I dropped my monocular, I heard it "clunk" loudly as it plunged into the deep ocean and I started waving my hands.
"GO BACK! GO BACK!"
"Eh, Datson?! What's the problem?! We found help!"
"TRUST ME FRUIAN, IT'S NOT HELP! GO BACK, NOW!"
"What in the hells?! That's Gnome technology!"
"Eh? Gnome what?"
"Look a' it! Thing's practically metal!"
"What's a ship of the Gate doing with that black magic?!"
"Aye, stuff like that ain't normal!"
"IT AIN'T THE GATE, YOU DOGS! GO BACK, NOW!"
Suddenly, I heard a loud, booming, echo. I turned my head back to the direction of the privateer ship. I squinted my eyes... There was a ball of light that was coming of the crow's nest of the ship... It got larger, and larger... Until it was soaring directly at our maiden. I eyes widened, my orbs dulled... I couldn't believe it!
"GET DOWN, NOW LADS!"
Too late. The fireball struck the deck of the ship. The crow's nest collapsed, and I fell onto the hard, wooden starboard. The men were clamoring. I looked back at the ship. The steel behemoth was now directly beside our maiden. The archers gathered onto the deck, brandishing their longbows and crossbows, taking aim at my distraught Serpents. It was shootin' fish in a barrel for 'em. The first wave of the arrows and bolts struck, and I saw three... No, four get struck. The rest of my boys jumped down from our ship, and deep into the ocean. I panicked, myself. I plunged right into the molten blue myself. I held my breath as I went deep underwater. The archers were beginning to aim down at the water. I gripped Fruian's hand, he couldn't swim, and tried to guide him through the ensuing chaos. The second wave of arrows struck as we were wading through the deep water. The ocean begin to redden with blood, the corpses of my men floating underwater. I swam faster, I looked behind me in a quick motion. They were only at least ten others following me, plus Fruian who was holding closely onto my hand. I looked back onwards, no one was in front of me. I... I must've held my breathe for at least 10 minutes that morning. The third, and final wave of arrows struck. I saw a bolt zoom past in front of me. Lucked out. I heard the gurgled grunts and yells of my boys. Soon enough, I felt the hand that was gripping mine begin to loosen, and eventually fade away. I swam as fast as I could, I was the sole survivor... After an eternity, I resurfaced back to the surface. I took a huge exhale... And then I blacked out.
When I awoke, I was sitting in a crude, wooden boat. A man with a paddle was wading the boat, me and him were the only ones in it.
"Aye, you finally awake, lass?"
"I... Who... What...? Who are you...? Where's my boys?"
He quirked his brow. "Boys? A pretty young lass like you already married?" He chuckled. "What a shame."
I rolled my eyes, but stayed silent. My savior, of all people, happens to be a buffoon.
"Where'd... Where'd you find me?"
"A couple hours ago," he nodded. "Saw your pretty face driftin' out here. Ah, don't worry, the blue is mostly safe around the Moonshaes, yeah?"
Moonshaes? I've heard of that. Bunch of isles, if I can recall. He continued rambling on, as I looked out into the sky and the ocean.
"Saw you with stained blood on your hands," he nodded his head. "Ain't none of my business, but was gonna bring ya to a local town to patch ya up, yeah?"
"Town? What town?"
"Corwell Village," he nodded. "Nice folk there, you'll be fine."
...Corwell Village, eh?
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So. You guys can choose for me.
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I doubt, therefore; I might be
Calil - Elf maid depicted in profile picture.
Bellie - Small woman from Lowhill with big attitude - see below
Calil - Elf maid depicted in profile picture.
Bellie - Small woman from Lowhill with big attitude - see below
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"...Aye, here we at. Safe travels to you, lass, yeah?"
I opened me eyes, and saw we were driftin' like driftwood, trailing towards a modest town. The air was warm, the wind was striking my pale face elegantly, the sun was shining directly at us, needlessly so, as well.
"Here," he tossed to me a pouch of gold. I quirked my brow, and started peering inside. Five...Ten...Fifteen...Twenty... There had to be at least 100 gold pieces in here! What did a modest fisherman do to get a hold of this much money? He practically handed off his life savings to a stranger!
"How did you...?" Before I could finish my sentence, the old coot raised his hand dismissively at me. He was smirkin' and winked at me. "...Lets just say I've done some favors for the Serpents." He let out a throaty chuckle... We had contacts all the way out here in the isles? Huh. Who would've thought. Soon enough, we were docked in front of Corwell Village.
"...There ya go, now get outta here, yeah?" He chuckled as I got up from the boat. I've slipped into new clothes earlier this morning, threw my old clothes away into the deep blue.. 'Till I can find any others, they'll do me more harm than good. A guard went by to inspect our boat as I got up.
"Ah!" The fisherman stood up, and took a ridiculous bow in front of the guard. "Good morrow, lad! The morning treatin' you well, I hope?"
The guard grunted, furrowed his brow, and pointed to me. "...Who the hell is this, Richard?" He spat at the ground, still eyeing me apathetically.
Before I could open my mouth to respond, the fisherman intruded. "Oh, this lad? He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. What in gods' name...?
"Ah, I found this delicate little flower playin' by herself down by the shore over there, and couldn't help meself. Isn't that right, love?" He giggled playfully, and snuggled his nose against my rosy cheeks. WHAT?!
"Get your senile hands away from me, you creep!" I broke free of the grip the pervert had on me, pushing myself away from him, and sharply turned around and slapped him across the face. "Hmph!" The local folk that were up and about that morning turned their curious heads to the scene I caused. I started blushing. Good move, Datson.
The guard smirked, and bursted into a fit of laughter. After catching his breath, he turned to me. "Aye, lass, don't mind Richard too much. He's is a sick, twisted man, aren't ya?" He started laughing again. I arched my brow. The fisherman, Richard, I suppose, approached me, and rested an arm on my shoulder. I winced, and almost snapped and possibly injure him very, very, badly.
"Aye, lass, aye!" He started laughing as well. The guard butted in, explaining how Richard is famous for rescuin' dames that drifted off into the deep blue. Huh. Well, would you look at that. My hero.
"Don't worry lass, the folk here are kind enough to work with a strong-headed woman such as yourself," the guard nodded, shaking my head. I'm sure you'll find work here soon enough.
I nodded, and grudgingly took his hand. I said my farewells to Richard (good riddance!) who paddled out back to the deep blue. The guard directed me to some points of interests. I strolled around town, eyes glued to me. I'll admit, I was feeling pretty uneasy. I found the weaponsmithy, and opened the door inside... I was greeted by a short, stumpy man, which I nodded back to in response. I inspected what the man had to offer... Everything he had was so... Ugh. I don't even know the words to describe them. They were... Just... So normal! No elegance! Just sloppy, dull work!
"Anything you need help with?" The blacksmith walked behind me. I laid silent, my head drooped down, one of my hands on my face. I was slowly shaking my head, clearly disappointed with the junk he calls sword. I could sense his eyes on me for at least a minute, until he sighed and backed away from me.
"...Very well. Let me know if you have any questions, miss."
Something in me snapped. I threw my hands up, and strutted haughtily up to the counter. My yellow orbs had a radiant aura around them, and were widened with derangement. I slammed my hands down on the wooden counter, the loud "thud" echoing throughout the small shop. I leaned forward on the counter, towards the blacksmith, and opened my mouth to speak.
"YOU CALL YOURSELF A BLACKSMITH?! YOU CALL YOURSELF AN ARTIST IN BLADE WORK? BAH! YOU LACK REFINEMENT! YOU LACK CHARM! YOU LACK CULTIVATION! YOU THINK THESE DULL BLADES WILL CUT THROUGH FLESH?! ARE YOU TRYING TO CON ME WITH YOUR ILLUSIONS?! YOUR ARTIFICIAL JUNK DISGUSTS ME! UGH! GOOD DAY, SIR! HMPH!"
I stomped out of the building, springing the door open, and slamming the door.
...Am I a free woman, now? No longer bound to a ship? Huh. I've never lived my life like that.
I opened me eyes, and saw we were driftin' like driftwood, trailing towards a modest town. The air was warm, the wind was striking my pale face elegantly, the sun was shining directly at us, needlessly so, as well.
"Here," he tossed to me a pouch of gold. I quirked my brow, and started peering inside. Five...Ten...Fifteen...Twenty... There had to be at least 100 gold pieces in here! What did a modest fisherman do to get a hold of this much money? He practically handed off his life savings to a stranger!
"How did you...?" Before I could finish my sentence, the old coot raised his hand dismissively at me. He was smirkin' and winked at me. "...Lets just say I've done some favors for the Serpents." He let out a throaty chuckle... We had contacts all the way out here in the isles? Huh. Who would've thought. Soon enough, we were docked in front of Corwell Village.
"...There ya go, now get outta here, yeah?" He chuckled as I got up from the boat. I've slipped into new clothes earlier this morning, threw my old clothes away into the deep blue.. 'Till I can find any others, they'll do me more harm than good. A guard went by to inspect our boat as I got up.
"Ah!" The fisherman stood up, and took a ridiculous bow in front of the guard. "Good morrow, lad! The morning treatin' you well, I hope?"
The guard grunted, furrowed his brow, and pointed to me. "...Who the hell is this, Richard?" He spat at the ground, still eyeing me apathetically.
Before I could open my mouth to respond, the fisherman intruded. "Oh, this lad? He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. What in gods' name...?
"Ah, I found this delicate little flower playin' by herself down by the shore over there, and couldn't help meself. Isn't that right, love?" He giggled playfully, and snuggled his nose against my rosy cheeks. WHAT?!
"Get your senile hands away from me, you creep!" I broke free of the grip the pervert had on me, pushing myself away from him, and sharply turned around and slapped him across the face. "Hmph!" The local folk that were up and about that morning turned their curious heads to the scene I caused. I started blushing. Good move, Datson.
The guard smirked, and bursted into a fit of laughter. After catching his breath, he turned to me. "Aye, lass, don't mind Richard too much. He's is a sick, twisted man, aren't ya?" He started laughing again. I arched my brow. The fisherman, Richard, I suppose, approached me, and rested an arm on my shoulder. I winced, and almost snapped and possibly injure him very, very, badly.
"Aye, lass, aye!" He started laughing as well. The guard butted in, explaining how Richard is famous for rescuin' dames that drifted off into the deep blue. Huh. Well, would you look at that. My hero.
"Don't worry lass, the folk here are kind enough to work with a strong-headed woman such as yourself," the guard nodded, shaking my head. I'm sure you'll find work here soon enough.
I nodded, and grudgingly took his hand. I said my farewells to Richard (good riddance!) who paddled out back to the deep blue. The guard directed me to some points of interests. I strolled around town, eyes glued to me. I'll admit, I was feeling pretty uneasy. I found the weaponsmithy, and opened the door inside... I was greeted by a short, stumpy man, which I nodded back to in response. I inspected what the man had to offer... Everything he had was so... Ugh. I don't even know the words to describe them. They were... Just... So normal! No elegance! Just sloppy, dull work!
"Anything you need help with?" The blacksmith walked behind me. I laid silent, my head drooped down, one of my hands on my face. I was slowly shaking my head, clearly disappointed with the junk he calls sword. I could sense his eyes on me for at least a minute, until he sighed and backed away from me.
"...Very well. Let me know if you have any questions, miss."
Something in me snapped. I threw my hands up, and strutted haughtily up to the counter. My yellow orbs had a radiant aura around them, and were widened with derangement. I slammed my hands down on the wooden counter, the loud "thud" echoing throughout the small shop. I leaned forward on the counter, towards the blacksmith, and opened my mouth to speak.
"YOU CALL YOURSELF A BLACKSMITH?! YOU CALL YOURSELF AN ARTIST IN BLADE WORK? BAH! YOU LACK REFINEMENT! YOU LACK CHARM! YOU LACK CULTIVATION! YOU THINK THESE DULL BLADES WILL CUT THROUGH FLESH?! ARE YOU TRYING TO CON ME WITH YOUR ILLUSIONS?! YOUR ARTIFICIAL JUNK DISGUSTS ME! UGH! GOOD DAY, SIR! HMPH!"
I stomped out of the building, springing the door open, and slamming the door.
...Am I a free woman, now? No longer bound to a ship? Huh. I've never lived my life like that.
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Re: Arrr. (Big boy language)
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...Gods, will this hail ever end...? Ow! Damn, that hurts! Where the hell do you find someplace to... Oh, here we are.
I sprung the door open, my fingers slipped away from the hinge, causing the door to boom out with an ear piercing echo ringing throughout the entire tavern. Every eye turned to the entrance, to me. I rolled my eyes. I swear, these rabbits stir too easily. Must have something to do with living on some miserable island. Heh. Dunno. Gods, I was tired. Screaming absurdities at people takes a toll on my wee little voice. Hehe. Honestly, though... I'm strollin' around here with no blade, no weapon, nothing, just the clothes on me back. I swear... I feel naked without a reliable blade to carry with me. That wouldn't be a problem, if that subservient weaponsmithy knew what true art was. Sigh. I can't expect landlubbers to understand what true art is... Gods, I miss the boys. Heh, keep on fightin', through hell and back, aye? That's what he told me, anyways. That's what they told each other, actually. Oh, who am I kiddin'... The old man wouldn't want me getting all sappy for him. Get it together, ya crazy coot.
I strutted up to the counter, and some jackass thought it'd be kind if he offered his stool to me. Wow. Haven't seen that one in a while. I rolled my eyes, and grudgingly slid into the stool. My hero. What did I order, that afternoon? Huh. Probably somethin' strong, my head's still fuzzy. There was a small, tight knit trio surrounding the counter that I was situated by myself. They were leanin' by it, discussin' something I didn't care much for. One of 'em, an elf, kept eyein' me with these gigantic eyes. I caught a glance of him myself... And rolled my eyes, went back to droopin' my head, peering into the miserable, melting ice cubes in my half empty glass. And they kept talkin', and laughin', until one of 'em left, the one that was fairly young, with ragged clothing and always held himself lowly, as if he were trying to hard somethin'. He uneasily dashed straight to the exit, shifting his eyes left and right. Something wasn't straight with the man... But really, none of my business, I suppose. The other two, the elf, and a fairly elderly man, lingered about by the counter, their exchange fading. I caught a sight of the man that left, and the elf watchin' him with a frown as the lad was walkin' out all nervously. I myself, glanced back to the elf, and burped. I winced at my own ale-scented breath, but nonetheless opened my mouth to speak to the elf.
"Your friend walked out," I commented. I brought my glass to my parched lips, and heard him mutter something, dismissing the claim of that man being his friend, shaking his head. From the corner of my eye, I could see him glance back to me. He was smirkin' slightly.
"I'm Solatri".
Or... Was that what he said? He might have said some other Elven name. Gods, was I drunk that night. My head hanged below my neck, my eyes fluttered as I try to get 'em to stay open. I almost stumbled down from the cheap stools. The elf kept talkin' to the older man that stayed with him... I didn't really care enough about what they were sayin', though they looked pretty worried. I got myself another glass... And another... And another... And another... My haze was interrupted when I heard someone yellin' at some whore, beratin' her.
"Did you not hear me, b*tch?" He shoved a pouch of coins toward her, snarling at the whore. He grabbed her by the sleeve, pulling him closer to his enraged face. "Huh? Did you not HEAR me, you one-eyed tramp?!"
That's when I sharply turned my head around to observe the scene for myself, arching my brow. The old man and the elf did so themselves. The pair slowly got up from the counter, approaching the scene with tilted heads. The rest of the patrons seemed to not care... Well, fair enough, neither did I.
The woman gasped, and brought her arm up, swinging her hand at the man's face. A haughty "hmph" exited her lips. Big mistake, lass. I was still watching from my stool, brow quirked, though still rather apathetic. That changed soon enough.
The man, filled with drunken rage, seemed to have had enough of this whore. He let out some incoherent cry, and raised a fist, and brought it down to the girl's face. The girl collapsed to the floor, whimpering, crawling to a dingy corner. The man stumbled toward her, kicking her while she was down, bringing his fists down on her. The whore's cries were deafening... I even winced myself. The elf started forward, as if he were going to intervene... But he hesitated. What the hell is this lady doing here?! I sprang up from the stool, sprinting down to where the scene was... My vision was so blurred, I seemed to have forgotten how intoxicated I was.
"'EY! WHO THE HELL DO YA THINK YOU ARE?!"
The man turned around, eyeing me confusingly... Then back to the unconscious whore, her bloodied face down on the wooden floor. He chuckled, and spat on the floor, collected his pouch of gold that was on the ground, and approached me.
"...Yeah? The f*ck are you gonna do, b*tch?" Gods, his breath was worse than mine. I furrowed my brow and gritted my fanglike teeth, showcasing them to the man as if that were enough to intimidate him, a low growl bubbling in my throat... It didn't, though. I didn't even say a word, I was so appalled at this simpleton's savageness. He chuckled, bumped shoulders with me, and walked away, towards the exit. Irritated, I turned my head harshly toward the fleeing man, and was about to shout something at him... Though I was interrupted by the old man, who rushed toward the imbecile, and tackled him to the ground. Old man did a good job pinnin' him down, but I could see the idiot begin to struggle out of the elderly's weak grasp of him. I dashed towards the downed man... My vision was still absurdly blurred, and shoved the old man away, harshly but gently, and extended my arms so that my hands were tightly gripping the downed man's shoulders. He wiggled and shook to try and escape my grip. Hmph, I dealt with a pansy like this before. I looked down at him, looked past his red, exasperated face, looked into his dull, grey eyes. I could see the anger building up, the rage... And also the fear, the abhorrence. Couldn't help myself. I grinned at him, my eyes lit up, and I chuckled. Then, I balled one of my hands into a fist, and thrusted it down the man's face. He yelped out, and yelled something at me that I couldn't comprehend. Probably called me a b*tch, again.
My grin extended, and I brought my arm high up into the air, then watched as it zoomed down to the man's face again. My hand that was gripping his shoulder, gripped tighter, my long nails were clawing at his flesh. I pounded him, again, and again, and again. I knocked a few teeth out, for good measure. My hand grabbed a fistful of hair, and I pulled as hard as I could. I alternated between hands, wailing at the man's face. He stopped struggling and yelling out, and began blubbering and bleating, pleading through intervals of my beating to yield. I chuckled, a horrific chuckled, and screamed at the top of my lungs.
"HM?! WHAT WAS IT YOU SAID? HM?!" I brought another fist down to his bloodied, disfigured face. "YOU SAID SOMETHING, DIDN'T YOU?!" Another fist down. "DID MY B*TCH SAY SOMETHING, HM?!" And another. "YOU TALK WHEN I WANT YOU TO TALK!". Another. "IF I TELL YOU TO SHUT THE F*CK UP, SHUT THE F*CK UP!" A flurry of quick punches rained down onto the man's face, as I growled, and snarled at him. I could feel every eye in the tavern on me. Good. Let them know what happens to savage brutes like this one.
...Finally, my pounding slowed down to a drawl. I sighed, and picked myself up, away from the unconscious brute's deformed, gored face. I looked at the faces around me. The elf was looking at me with a smirk... The old man staring at me, wide eyed and jaw dropped, as if he just saw someone he hadn't seen in twenty years. I dismissed the looks with a nod, and walked toward the unconscious whore. I could hear a voice, I think it was the elf's and he said, "Oh? A healer too?", followed by a short chuckle. Very funny. I bent over and nudged at the woman. She wasn't dead, at least. I nudged her shoulder. Nudge, nudge nudge. I whispered in a raspy voice, "Oi? You alright, lass?" I kept trying to wake her up. I could hear her faint mumbling as she began to stir... Eventually, she got up on her feet, dusting herself off, clinging closely to whatever body was near her (and in this instance, it were mine). I looked at her, wearing a faint smirk. I patted her shoulder.
"Let me get you a drink."
I led her to the counter, telling the barkeep to get her somethin' strong, sliding a coin to him. Yep, somethin' strong, indeed, something that'd easily forget the trauma she just went through. She looked at me, I was slightly taken aback at her bruised eye, and she spoke to me in some foreign tongue... A tongue I never heard before. Not wanting to be rude (What a surprise on my part), I chuckled and nodded in response, and patted her shoulder again. I reverted back to my familiar habitat of idling around in the stool, nursing a mug of cheap ale. Some time later, guards came in to haul the unconscious brute away, they didn't ask any questions. Good, I didn't want to answer any questions. The elf and the old man made some conversation with me, praising me for standing up for the whore. I shrugged, and continued to peer down into my mug... Soon enough, the old man drifted someplace else, so did the whore, and the elf offered me to go on a few jobs with him. I studied him and noticed that he wasn't some pompous airhead, like the rest of 'em. No, he had the eyes of an adventurer... I nodded at his request. You don't make a livin' drownin' in booze, and at this point, I couldn't really be picky with my company. The barkeep offered us a job... I weren't listenin', I was at the point where I really did hit my peak. The elf noticed that, and decided that it'd be best if he took it on by himself. Hrmph. I wouldn't have mind taking a job in my condition, but made no difference to me either way... Hope he's still alive, could use someone to talk to, I suppose.
...Interesting night.
I sprung the door open, my fingers slipped away from the hinge, causing the door to boom out with an ear piercing echo ringing throughout the entire tavern. Every eye turned to the entrance, to me. I rolled my eyes. I swear, these rabbits stir too easily. Must have something to do with living on some miserable island. Heh. Dunno. Gods, I was tired. Screaming absurdities at people takes a toll on my wee little voice. Hehe. Honestly, though... I'm strollin' around here with no blade, no weapon, nothing, just the clothes on me back. I swear... I feel naked without a reliable blade to carry with me. That wouldn't be a problem, if that subservient weaponsmithy knew what true art was. Sigh. I can't expect landlubbers to understand what true art is... Gods, I miss the boys. Heh, keep on fightin', through hell and back, aye? That's what he told me, anyways. That's what they told each other, actually. Oh, who am I kiddin'... The old man wouldn't want me getting all sappy for him. Get it together, ya crazy coot.
I strutted up to the counter, and some jackass thought it'd be kind if he offered his stool to me. Wow. Haven't seen that one in a while. I rolled my eyes, and grudgingly slid into the stool. My hero. What did I order, that afternoon? Huh. Probably somethin' strong, my head's still fuzzy. There was a small, tight knit trio surrounding the counter that I was situated by myself. They were leanin' by it, discussin' something I didn't care much for. One of 'em, an elf, kept eyein' me with these gigantic eyes. I caught a glance of him myself... And rolled my eyes, went back to droopin' my head, peering into the miserable, melting ice cubes in my half empty glass. And they kept talkin', and laughin', until one of 'em left, the one that was fairly young, with ragged clothing and always held himself lowly, as if he were trying to hard somethin'. He uneasily dashed straight to the exit, shifting his eyes left and right. Something wasn't straight with the man... But really, none of my business, I suppose. The other two, the elf, and a fairly elderly man, lingered about by the counter, their exchange fading. I caught a sight of the man that left, and the elf watchin' him with a frown as the lad was walkin' out all nervously. I myself, glanced back to the elf, and burped. I winced at my own ale-scented breath, but nonetheless opened my mouth to speak to the elf.
"Your friend walked out," I commented. I brought my glass to my parched lips, and heard him mutter something, dismissing the claim of that man being his friend, shaking his head. From the corner of my eye, I could see him glance back to me. He was smirkin' slightly.
"I'm Solatri".
Or... Was that what he said? He might have said some other Elven name. Gods, was I drunk that night. My head hanged below my neck, my eyes fluttered as I try to get 'em to stay open. I almost stumbled down from the cheap stools. The elf kept talkin' to the older man that stayed with him... I didn't really care enough about what they were sayin', though they looked pretty worried. I got myself another glass... And another... And another... And another... My haze was interrupted when I heard someone yellin' at some whore, beratin' her.
"Did you not hear me, b*tch?" He shoved a pouch of coins toward her, snarling at the whore. He grabbed her by the sleeve, pulling him closer to his enraged face. "Huh? Did you not HEAR me, you one-eyed tramp?!"
That's when I sharply turned my head around to observe the scene for myself, arching my brow. The old man and the elf did so themselves. The pair slowly got up from the counter, approaching the scene with tilted heads. The rest of the patrons seemed to not care... Well, fair enough, neither did I.
The woman gasped, and brought her arm up, swinging her hand at the man's face. A haughty "hmph" exited her lips. Big mistake, lass. I was still watching from my stool, brow quirked, though still rather apathetic. That changed soon enough.
The man, filled with drunken rage, seemed to have had enough of this whore. He let out some incoherent cry, and raised a fist, and brought it down to the girl's face. The girl collapsed to the floor, whimpering, crawling to a dingy corner. The man stumbled toward her, kicking her while she was down, bringing his fists down on her. The whore's cries were deafening... I even winced myself. The elf started forward, as if he were going to intervene... But he hesitated. What the hell is this lady doing here?! I sprang up from the stool, sprinting down to where the scene was... My vision was so blurred, I seemed to have forgotten how intoxicated I was.
"'EY! WHO THE HELL DO YA THINK YOU ARE?!"
The man turned around, eyeing me confusingly... Then back to the unconscious whore, her bloodied face down on the wooden floor. He chuckled, and spat on the floor, collected his pouch of gold that was on the ground, and approached me.
"...Yeah? The f*ck are you gonna do, b*tch?" Gods, his breath was worse than mine. I furrowed my brow and gritted my fanglike teeth, showcasing them to the man as if that were enough to intimidate him, a low growl bubbling in my throat... It didn't, though. I didn't even say a word, I was so appalled at this simpleton's savageness. He chuckled, bumped shoulders with me, and walked away, towards the exit. Irritated, I turned my head harshly toward the fleeing man, and was about to shout something at him... Though I was interrupted by the old man, who rushed toward the imbecile, and tackled him to the ground. Old man did a good job pinnin' him down, but I could see the idiot begin to struggle out of the elderly's weak grasp of him. I dashed towards the downed man... My vision was still absurdly blurred, and shoved the old man away, harshly but gently, and extended my arms so that my hands were tightly gripping the downed man's shoulders. He wiggled and shook to try and escape my grip. Hmph, I dealt with a pansy like this before. I looked down at him, looked past his red, exasperated face, looked into his dull, grey eyes. I could see the anger building up, the rage... And also the fear, the abhorrence. Couldn't help myself. I grinned at him, my eyes lit up, and I chuckled. Then, I balled one of my hands into a fist, and thrusted it down the man's face. He yelped out, and yelled something at me that I couldn't comprehend. Probably called me a b*tch, again.
My grin extended, and I brought my arm high up into the air, then watched as it zoomed down to the man's face again. My hand that was gripping his shoulder, gripped tighter, my long nails were clawing at his flesh. I pounded him, again, and again, and again. I knocked a few teeth out, for good measure. My hand grabbed a fistful of hair, and I pulled as hard as I could. I alternated between hands, wailing at the man's face. He stopped struggling and yelling out, and began blubbering and bleating, pleading through intervals of my beating to yield. I chuckled, a horrific chuckled, and screamed at the top of my lungs.
"HM?! WHAT WAS IT YOU SAID? HM?!" I brought another fist down to his bloodied, disfigured face. "YOU SAID SOMETHING, DIDN'T YOU?!" Another fist down. "DID MY B*TCH SAY SOMETHING, HM?!" And another. "YOU TALK WHEN I WANT YOU TO TALK!". Another. "IF I TELL YOU TO SHUT THE F*CK UP, SHUT THE F*CK UP!" A flurry of quick punches rained down onto the man's face, as I growled, and snarled at him. I could feel every eye in the tavern on me. Good. Let them know what happens to savage brutes like this one.
...Finally, my pounding slowed down to a drawl. I sighed, and picked myself up, away from the unconscious brute's deformed, gored face. I looked at the faces around me. The elf was looking at me with a smirk... The old man staring at me, wide eyed and jaw dropped, as if he just saw someone he hadn't seen in twenty years. I dismissed the looks with a nod, and walked toward the unconscious whore. I could hear a voice, I think it was the elf's and he said, "Oh? A healer too?", followed by a short chuckle. Very funny. I bent over and nudged at the woman. She wasn't dead, at least. I nudged her shoulder. Nudge, nudge nudge. I whispered in a raspy voice, "Oi? You alright, lass?" I kept trying to wake her up. I could hear her faint mumbling as she began to stir... Eventually, she got up on her feet, dusting herself off, clinging closely to whatever body was near her (and in this instance, it were mine). I looked at her, wearing a faint smirk. I patted her shoulder.
"Let me get you a drink."
I led her to the counter, telling the barkeep to get her somethin' strong, sliding a coin to him. Yep, somethin' strong, indeed, something that'd easily forget the trauma she just went through. She looked at me, I was slightly taken aback at her bruised eye, and she spoke to me in some foreign tongue... A tongue I never heard before. Not wanting to be rude (What a surprise on my part), I chuckled and nodded in response, and patted her shoulder again. I reverted back to my familiar habitat of idling around in the stool, nursing a mug of cheap ale. Some time later, guards came in to haul the unconscious brute away, they didn't ask any questions. Good, I didn't want to answer any questions. The elf and the old man made some conversation with me, praising me for standing up for the whore. I shrugged, and continued to peer down into my mug... Soon enough, the old man drifted someplace else, so did the whore, and the elf offered me to go on a few jobs with him. I studied him and noticed that he wasn't some pompous airhead, like the rest of 'em. No, he had the eyes of an adventurer... I nodded at his request. You don't make a livin' drownin' in booze, and at this point, I couldn't really be picky with my company. The barkeep offered us a job... I weren't listenin', I was at the point where I really did hit my peak. The elf noticed that, and decided that it'd be best if he took it on by himself. Hrmph. I wouldn't have mind taking a job in my condition, but made no difference to me either way... Hope he's still alive, could use someone to talk to, I suppose.
...Interesting night.
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*Burp.*
...Geez, I never knew I'd succumb to land ale so easily.
Trapper's is a decent establishment. It's not like I have to keep my hand on the hilt of my sword as I dwell in there. Day and night... Day and night... Day and night...
My time in the isles has been... Well, interesting, to say the least. And the same can be said with the company I seem to have entangled myself into. Gods, lass... You really are gettin' too old for this shite. Heh, who knew, eh? Turn 21 just last summer, and you're already gettin' bitter to the fuckin' bone, huh? Heh heh. Daddy's probably kickin' in around his grave, just like the rest of 'em. That's fine though, I'll let them kick around, 'cause I haven't had my fun yet.
But, I digress. Where was I, again? Oh yes, my company... Well, I suppose I've been keepin' to myself for the most part. Ain't no use yellin' at all the common folk walkin' about. That bein' said, I've been dragged around in my fair share of "adventures", so to speak. Some by choice, some not by choice... Most not my choice. I really don't know what I'm doin' but, it sure is better shootin' the sh*t in Trapper's... Let's take a quick look at the ever so wonderful friends I've made, eh?
- The Hins. Save for a couple, none of 'em are really worth singlin' out... But honestly. What in the hell is goin' on with these Isles? Has there also been such an influx of these little buggers runnin' about playin' hero? Now, I ain't raggin' on them, do whatever the hell you gotta do, but everything I've been dragged into, everything, has involved AT LEAST three Halflings playin' ring around the rosy. I ain't gonna harbor any bad feelings toward any of 'em (Though if you asked me weeks ago, I would love to have rip the vocal cords out of those Trills, minus the level headed one), they can handle themselves out in a fight. One of 'em even saved my goddamned life, though I suppose I can save that riveting tale for another time. For the most part, they seem to have a grasp of what to do, probably local to the area. Despite travellin' with a few multiple times, none ain't really interested in bein' my friend. Whatever. I ain't interested in playing hide and go seek with 'em myself. All in all, I suppose they're an okay bunch. I dunno about holdin' their hands and dancin' out in the moonlight just yet.
- Elfy. Somethin' about this one. He knows his sh*t. Somethin' tells me he knows his way around the sea, but eh. No interest in bringin' that up yet, too soon after what happened. He's level headed, calm for the most part, he usually likes playin' follow the leader when we're out playin' outside death's backyard. Good for him, he's willin' to babysit the Hins, I'm fine with that. Less shoutin' on my behalf. I don't think he's much of a drinker, his loss. One thing's been stickin' through my mind, though. He sure loves gettin' down to business. He's always the one offerin' jobs to me, whether it's crawlin' some dungeon, or somethin' more interesting... Like earlier this week, Elfy asked me if I'd join a group to go out sailin' on some ship... Hrm. Very intriguing. But, like I said earlier, a bit too soon. I asked him who was leadin' it, and he said it was him, though he was pretty hesitant on it. The best leaders are always the one who don't want it. I wished I said that to him. I told him I'll sleep on it, haven't seen him since. Hrm... I'll get back to you soon, Elfy.
- Prince Charmin'. Ugh. I wished he kept his eyes off me. Lad reminded me of every men on the Serpent, with his advances. Least he didn't slap my ass. Nah, even though I was pretty annoyed with his advances, he wasn't no bad guy. Extremely nice, actually... Not that nice is my thing. Not the best lookin' guy out there, but not the worst. Even with the insults I hurled at him, he wasn't crying home to mommy about 'em. Eh. He's dead now. Don't know what to feel, kinda just feel hollow inside. What am I supposed to do? Get down on my knees and cry? That ain't gonna bring him back. So I just got drunk, in his name. That seemed to have worked just fine. The Hin, on the other hand, are a bit more crazy about it than I am... They're goin' out in the wild huntin' for his body! Can you believe their determination?! It baffles me, mind boggles me. Can you hear me, Prince Charmin'? Sorry laddy, you were a good man, but you ain't worth a night with the skeletons. Hope you're havin' fun in your heaven though, say hi to daddy for me if you can.
...Geez, I never knew I'd succumb to land ale so easily.
Trapper's is a decent establishment. It's not like I have to keep my hand on the hilt of my sword as I dwell in there. Day and night... Day and night... Day and night...
My time in the isles has been... Well, interesting, to say the least. And the same can be said with the company I seem to have entangled myself into. Gods, lass... You really are gettin' too old for this shite. Heh, who knew, eh? Turn 21 just last summer, and you're already gettin' bitter to the fuckin' bone, huh? Heh heh. Daddy's probably kickin' in around his grave, just like the rest of 'em. That's fine though, I'll let them kick around, 'cause I haven't had my fun yet.
But, I digress. Where was I, again? Oh yes, my company... Well, I suppose I've been keepin' to myself for the most part. Ain't no use yellin' at all the common folk walkin' about. That bein' said, I've been dragged around in my fair share of "adventures", so to speak. Some by choice, some not by choice... Most not my choice. I really don't know what I'm doin' but, it sure is better shootin' the sh*t in Trapper's... Let's take a quick look at the ever so wonderful friends I've made, eh?
- The Hins. Save for a couple, none of 'em are really worth singlin' out... But honestly. What in the hell is goin' on with these Isles? Has there also been such an influx of these little buggers runnin' about playin' hero? Now, I ain't raggin' on them, do whatever the hell you gotta do, but everything I've been dragged into, everything, has involved AT LEAST three Halflings playin' ring around the rosy. I ain't gonna harbor any bad feelings toward any of 'em (Though if you asked me weeks ago, I would love to have rip the vocal cords out of those Trills, minus the level headed one), they can handle themselves out in a fight. One of 'em even saved my goddamned life, though I suppose I can save that riveting tale for another time. For the most part, they seem to have a grasp of what to do, probably local to the area. Despite travellin' with a few multiple times, none ain't really interested in bein' my friend. Whatever. I ain't interested in playing hide and go seek with 'em myself. All in all, I suppose they're an okay bunch. I dunno about holdin' their hands and dancin' out in the moonlight just yet.
- Elfy. Somethin' about this one. He knows his sh*t. Somethin' tells me he knows his way around the sea, but eh. No interest in bringin' that up yet, too soon after what happened. He's level headed, calm for the most part, he usually likes playin' follow the leader when we're out playin' outside death's backyard. Good for him, he's willin' to babysit the Hins, I'm fine with that. Less shoutin' on my behalf. I don't think he's much of a drinker, his loss. One thing's been stickin' through my mind, though. He sure loves gettin' down to business. He's always the one offerin' jobs to me, whether it's crawlin' some dungeon, or somethin' more interesting... Like earlier this week, Elfy asked me if I'd join a group to go out sailin' on some ship... Hrm. Very intriguing. But, like I said earlier, a bit too soon. I asked him who was leadin' it, and he said it was him, though he was pretty hesitant on it. The best leaders are always the one who don't want it. I wished I said that to him. I told him I'll sleep on it, haven't seen him since. Hrm... I'll get back to you soon, Elfy.
- Prince Charmin'. Ugh. I wished he kept his eyes off me. Lad reminded me of every men on the Serpent, with his advances. Least he didn't slap my ass. Nah, even though I was pretty annoyed with his advances, he wasn't no bad guy. Extremely nice, actually... Not that nice is my thing. Not the best lookin' guy out there, but not the worst. Even with the insults I hurled at him, he wasn't crying home to mommy about 'em. Eh. He's dead now. Don't know what to feel, kinda just feel hollow inside. What am I supposed to do? Get down on my knees and cry? That ain't gonna bring him back. So I just got drunk, in his name. That seemed to have worked just fine. The Hin, on the other hand, are a bit more crazy about it than I am... They're goin' out in the wild huntin' for his body! Can you believe their determination?! It baffles me, mind boggles me. Can you hear me, Prince Charmin'? Sorry laddy, you were a good man, but you ain't worth a night with the skeletons. Hope you're havin' fun in your heaven though, say hi to daddy for me if you can.
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- Little Miss Sunshine. Or Missy, for short. Haha. Just thinkin' back to you, little lass, is bringin' a smirk to my face. I dunno what got me so interested with this one. It was clear she was a little flower lost in the isles. I was thinkin' about stuff, like Prince Charmin's passing, among other things, my head tilted up in the sky, then I felt somethin' bump into me. It was this little girl, who scowled at me, and told me to watch where I was goin'. Oh my, the first feisty one I've seen in a long time! I had a bit of fun with her, verbally abusing her, blowing smoke into her face... She was gettin' pretty irritated, could see it in her eyes. She looked so helpless, so out of place! I couldn't help myself! So I blew some more smoke into her face, I kept callin' her Missy, (Which, she did not appreciate at all), I kept pokin' her... Then, she raised her arm, balled her hand into a fist, hurled it towards my face! My lip is still bruised this day... I couldn't help myself. I laughed it off. Missy's got some strong arms (Or maybe you're gettin' old, Datson!), I can respect that. I talked her up in the middle of the road right until the sun came up... Geez, bullyin' little flowers sure makes time fly by rather quickly. She told me her real name is Kesh. I think I'll stick with Missy, for now. Easier to remember, and rolls off the tongue better. See you soon, Missy!
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...The mail man squinted his poor eyes as he tried his best to read the wrinkled letter. The piece of paper reeks of cheap ale, tobacco smoke. There was a stain on the bottom corner of the paper. The handwriting was abysmal, whoever wrote this letter definitely didn't take writing lessons.Ey,
Elfy.
Or I suppose I should use your real name, keep this sh*t formal or somethin' yeah? Yeah. I guess. What was it again...? Gods...
Was it Korlar, or somethin'? Nah, I don't remember anything like that.
Or was it Solitaire?
Or Solaris...?
Bah! No offense laddy, but I had other things on my mind when you introduced yourself, nothing against you, hah.
Dunno if this'll even get to you, ya know. I dunno... Worth a try, I guess? I'm at Caer Callidyrr. Ya know, that one port city? Yeah... There's a boat to Silverymoon here. You remember Prince Charmin', don't ya? I forgot his real name. Yeah, hope he's havin' fun in his little heaven of his. Well, weeks and weeks ago, before he... Well, before he died, he told me about Silverymoon. This beautiful city, with beautiful people, and beautiful sights, and clean and perfect streets, and...
It sounds like shite.
But... You never know, right? Maybe there's something I could salvage from it. Maybe buy a ship or somethin', sail around in the seductive sea. I dunno, my mind ain't clear right now.
So... I suppose I'll be headin' there. I dunno why. I don't really have a reason to be leavin' in the first place. I'm not even tired of the isles. Hell, I'll be missin' the cheap ale, and the moo juice from good ol' Annie's busom. Heh. Don't tell her I said that.
...This is where I'm supposed to say "good bye", right? Is that how this works? I dunno, that sounds pretty sappy, don't you think?
Here, take the rest of my gold. Should be about 50 pieces of pure gold. Buy something pretty, like that pink tutu you always wanted when you were a wee lass.
Hey, take it easy, alright? Don't die on me while I'm gone, yeah? And if you do, tell your goddamn spirits to stay the hell away from me. I ain't ready with sharing a grave with you right now.
Heh. Just kiddin'. Have fun out there. Tell everyone I miss 'em.
...No, don't do that. In fact, tell 'em I said "good riddance".
Not to you though, you're quite alright.
Until next time, Solatri, (I got that right... Right?)
- Medalyn
"...You want me to send him THIS?"
The woman in front of him rolled her eyes, and scoffed. She crosses her arms, and looks at the mail man with a bitter twinkle in her eye.
"I ain't paying you to ask questions, laddy. Now, be a good little boy, and find him for me, yeah?"
The mail man murmurs something to himself, places the letter somewhere safe.
"Fine miss, fine... Don't you have a ship to catch to Silverymoon?"
"AH! SHITE!"
The woman dashes out, tossing out a pouch of coins as she leaves.
"Keep the change, laddy!"
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...I never understood why pa gave this to me.
The bloody hell's a picture of his wee little lass goin' to do? Scare the pants off a bunch of boogeymen?
...Yeah, thanks pa.
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Hiccup.
...No one told me this place was so... Well, so...
Blech.
Well, I mean... I suspected it, sorta. I wasn't expectin' it to be anything like home, for sure. It looks too nice, it smells too nice, the people are too nice... Well, unless it's midnight and I'm waitin' by their doorstep like a lost puppy, beggin' for somethin' to do.
Speakin' of, that's been my song for the past several days. Lookin' for work.
Travelling to this wondrous gem ain't exactly cheap. I had to shell out quite a bit of my savings. Last time I looked in my wee little pouch, I counted twenty five gold pieces. Twenty five! The hell am I goin' to do with twenty five gold? Sigh...
I don't think how I'm tacklin' this situation is workin' out for me. Turns out, bunch of rich snobby Elves don't exactly like seafaring b*tches washing ashore in front of their silver-brick houses. Heh.
I wandered around the city aimlessly. I crossed that damned invisible bridge, over and over again. Goodness, I'll never understand that. What in the world is a point of an invisible bridge? To sh*t my pants the first time I trek along it? Well, you certainly accomplished that, dirty wizard. Bah. Magic.
I came across some usual sights. A tailor, a tavern... Or at least I thought it was a tailor, and a tavern. My head was still spinnin' like mad. I was luggin' a bottle of wine around, occasionally bringin' it up to my parched lips, satisfying my toxic addiction. I've done some crazy sh*t in my life that I've gotten rid of, but no way in hell am I ever gettin' rid of the bottle. Not now, anyways... Goodness, it's cold out here... Why is it so damned crisp? Well, it ain't Luskan frigid, but it certainly isn't like the sunshine and rainbows back at the Isles... I glanced around aimlessly, and stumbled into that tavern I noted earlier... So many lights. so many damn lights, I could feel my pupils begin to dilate. I continued my drudge toward the counter, making eye contact with the bartender, who nodded and smiled at my direction. Well, nice to meet you too, lovely.
"Evening, lass! The name's Sorlar, what can I getcha?"
I blinked dumbly, and cleared my throat... What did I say? Goodness, I don't even remember what I said. Though whatever I said, I don't think it was very pretty. I don't remember havin' a pint of ale that night, nor do I remember collapsing into wee little soft sheets, fit for a princess. But there was certainly one thing I remember peering at.
It was a note. A clean sheet of paper, plastered right outside the tavern, with meticulous, gorgeous hand writing. I almost felt like I wasn't anything of worth from just that scripting. Goodness, someone's a damned perfectionist.
My vision and thoughts were blurred. I read the note again, with squinted eyes and a furrowed brow.
But gods, do you know what pops into your mind when you read somethin' like that? Gold. Piles and piles of treasures, all stacked on top of each other. I felt like I won the bloody lottery just by inspectin' that note. And I wasn't exactly wading through riches of my own. A smirk curled onto my lips, and I tore the note off, stuffing it in my bag.
...Now, at this point, I was still , rather...
...Eh, rather...
Well, I wasn't sober, that's for sure. After stuffing that note somewhere, I went back to trudging aimlessly around town. As much as I detest the sh*t I witnessed, there's one thing this place does right. It's fuckin' gorgeous at night. Absolutely beautiful. I could count every single star in the midnight sky, which illuminated the otherwise growing darkness. Sure, there were street lights here and there and other artificial sources of light, but other than that, like I said, it was gorgeous. So seductive that my head was glued to the sky, and suddenly, I bumped into someone.
"Ey...Wash where yur go-een, dammit...Hiccup...!"
"Oh! My goodness, I am sorry, me lady!"
I blinked, and dropped my head down to face level to eye whoever I bumped into. It was this little missy, just about my height. Blue, glistening eyes that carried around a noble aura within them. Her hair was glossy black, and she spoke with a rather strange but oddly familiar accent... Where did I encounter this, again? Oh, right. Waterdeep. This lass was from Waterdeep.
"Is there something you are looking for, miss? Oui, Are you looking for some place? You do ave zhat slightly lost look, if you don't mind me noting." A smile lingered on her face, and she let out a soft giggle. Goodness, I haven't heard this dialect in so damned long. If I wasn't so drunk, I'd probably be seductively pulled by her voice.
"Ah...Why, yesh! Yesh indeed! I'm lookin' for shumwun...For a job! A real, important job!" I rummaged through my bag, and fished out that bag from earlier, now wrinkled and crumpled.
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...No one told me this place was so... Well, so...
Blech.
Well, I mean... I suspected it, sorta. I wasn't expectin' it to be anything like home, for sure. It looks too nice, it smells too nice, the people are too nice... Well, unless it's midnight and I'm waitin' by their doorstep like a lost puppy, beggin' for somethin' to do.
Speakin' of, that's been my song for the past several days. Lookin' for work.
Travelling to this wondrous gem ain't exactly cheap. I had to shell out quite a bit of my savings. Last time I looked in my wee little pouch, I counted twenty five gold pieces. Twenty five! The hell am I goin' to do with twenty five gold? Sigh...
I don't think how I'm tacklin' this situation is workin' out for me. Turns out, bunch of rich snobby Elves don't exactly like seafaring b*tches washing ashore in front of their silver-brick houses. Heh.
I wandered around the city aimlessly. I crossed that damned invisible bridge, over and over again. Goodness, I'll never understand that. What in the world is a point of an invisible bridge? To sh*t my pants the first time I trek along it? Well, you certainly accomplished that, dirty wizard. Bah. Magic.
I came across some usual sights. A tailor, a tavern... Or at least I thought it was a tailor, and a tavern. My head was still spinnin' like mad. I was luggin' a bottle of wine around, occasionally bringin' it up to my parched lips, satisfying my toxic addiction. I've done some crazy sh*t in my life that I've gotten rid of, but no way in hell am I ever gettin' rid of the bottle. Not now, anyways... Goodness, it's cold out here... Why is it so damned crisp? Well, it ain't Luskan frigid, but it certainly isn't like the sunshine and rainbows back at the Isles... I glanced around aimlessly, and stumbled into that tavern I noted earlier... So many lights. so many damn lights, I could feel my pupils begin to dilate. I continued my drudge toward the counter, making eye contact with the bartender, who nodded and smiled at my direction. Well, nice to meet you too, lovely.
"Evening, lass! The name's Sorlar, what can I getcha?"
I blinked dumbly, and cleared my throat... What did I say? Goodness, I don't even remember what I said. Though whatever I said, I don't think it was very pretty. I don't remember havin' a pint of ale that night, nor do I remember collapsing into wee little soft sheets, fit for a princess. But there was certainly one thing I remember peering at.
It was a note. A clean sheet of paper, plastered right outside the tavern, with meticulous, gorgeous hand writing. I almost felt like I wasn't anything of worth from just that scripting. Goodness, someone's a damned perfectionist.
Eh...?"Gainful employment offered in the occupation of a Lady's Maid, for the keeping of the wardrobe, errant duties, and the making of travel arrangements for the household of Sylvaine, damsel of Rocklet, Knight of the Moonsilver. Daughter of the Blood preferred; knowledge in the heraldry of the Realms and courtly etiquette required. Contact: de Rochelle Millinery, Hunter's District"
My vision and thoughts were blurred. I read the note again, with squinted eyes and a furrowed brow.
...I didn't realize the bashfulness of my actions until later that night."Gainful employment offered in the occupation of a Lady's Maid, for the keeping of the wardrobe, errant duties, and the making of travel arrangements for the household of Sylvaine, damsel of Rocklet, Knight of the Moonsilver. Daughter of the Blood preferred; knowledge in the heraldry of the Realms and courtly etiquette required. Contact: de Rochelle Millinery, Hunter's District"
But gods, do you know what pops into your mind when you read somethin' like that? Gold. Piles and piles of treasures, all stacked on top of each other. I felt like I won the bloody lottery just by inspectin' that note. And I wasn't exactly wading through riches of my own. A smirk curled onto my lips, and I tore the note off, stuffing it in my bag.
...Now, at this point, I was still , rather...
...Eh, rather...
Well, I wasn't sober, that's for sure. After stuffing that note somewhere, I went back to trudging aimlessly around town. As much as I detest the sh*t I witnessed, there's one thing this place does right. It's fuckin' gorgeous at night. Absolutely beautiful. I could count every single star in the midnight sky, which illuminated the otherwise growing darkness. Sure, there were street lights here and there and other artificial sources of light, but other than that, like I said, it was gorgeous. So seductive that my head was glued to the sky, and suddenly, I bumped into someone.
"Ey...Wash where yur go-een, dammit...Hiccup...!"
"Oh! My goodness, I am sorry, me lady!"
I blinked, and dropped my head down to face level to eye whoever I bumped into. It was this little missy, just about my height. Blue, glistening eyes that carried around a noble aura within them. Her hair was glossy black, and she spoke with a rather strange but oddly familiar accent... Where did I encounter this, again? Oh, right. Waterdeep. This lass was from Waterdeep.
"Is there something you are looking for, miss? Oui, Are you looking for some place? You do ave zhat slightly lost look, if you don't mind me noting." A smile lingered on her face, and she let out a soft giggle. Goodness, I haven't heard this dialect in so damned long. If I wasn't so drunk, I'd probably be seductively pulled by her voice.
"Ah...Why, yesh! Yesh indeed! I'm lookin' for shumwun...For a job! A real, important job!" I rummaged through my bag, and fished out that bag from earlier, now wrinkled and crumpled.
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"...Yoo don't happen to know a...Syl...Vaine...Do you?" I crinkled my nose as as I attempted to pronounce the name... Sylvaine? Must be some fancy noble name... How the hell do you even say it, anyways? I shook my head, and looked up from the note, towards the lass.
The corners of her mouth twitched faintly, but she kept smiling. Her brow raised as I tried pronouncing that foreign name, and she extended her hand towards myself.
"...Shall I have a look at zhat?"
I nodded, and handed her the crinkled note to the Waterdeep lass. I took this opportunity to study her features more carefully... Goodness, whoever she was, she certainly wasn't anyone not worth knowing. Even in my drunken haze I was able to recognize that. Her interest in helping me so, left me pondering.
Soon enough, we raised her head from the note, still flashing that smile.
"Ah... oui, I could point you the way." She eyed me with a quirked brow, a faint smile of amusement still on her face.
"You planned to present yourself like zhis?" She giggles, looking me over.
"...Like what?"
"Ill dressed and apparentement drunk, miss."
"I ain't drunk, mishy, I'm just..."
"...Intoxicated?"
I rolled my eyes slowly and cleared my throat.
"Yeah, yeah... Sho who's thish 'Syl...Vaine...'? You know her, or somethin'?"
"Know her? Oui, I more than know her... You seem to 'ave found her!" A faint giggle from her lips, and I watch on with a raised, confused brow.
This is her? I tilted my head.
"You're tellin' me..."
"I'm zhe one zhat wrote zhat note. I'm also non too appy you tore it down, zhough I've received un autre lettre from someone seeking zhe position already. I suppose I'll ave to ang up a new one." She sighed, and frowned.
Well shucks, your highness, was just a note. No need to get upset that another soul ain't gonna see your pretty little handwriting.
...Glad I didn't say that.
I gulped down a lump in my throat, and forced myself to straighten my posture. Ain't exactly your best first impression ever, Datson.
"...Now, if you're vraiment serieuse about applying, I suggest you seek me out at zhe address given on zhe morrow - sober."
"Yesh, yesh...! I'm shorry, mish...!"
"...Did you ave any further questions, miss?" I looked at her with a tilted head, my eyelids flickering. I could feel my cheeks, for some damn reason, redden.
"...Am I shupposht to curtshee you?...Godsh, I've never dun a curtshee before..."
She looks at me as if I was some deranged beggar in Luskan. "We'll work on zhat when you're sober, hn? And oui, a courtsie would be quite propre. But, pas bother avec it now."
"...Now...I'll see you later, you ought to get some sleep, miss."
The lady tipped me off as a gesture, and walked off into the midnight dreary. I stood there in my position for a long while with my back arched, struggling to keep myself balanced and in check. My head was still spinning like crazy, I'm surprised I even remember half the damned details that night.
And if there's one that lingers in my mind, and will always linger in my mind as I think back to it, it's that...
...You're a damn lout, Datson.
The corners of her mouth twitched faintly, but she kept smiling. Her brow raised as I tried pronouncing that foreign name, and she extended her hand towards myself.
"...Shall I have a look at zhat?"
I nodded, and handed her the crinkled note to the Waterdeep lass. I took this opportunity to study her features more carefully... Goodness, whoever she was, she certainly wasn't anyone not worth knowing. Even in my drunken haze I was able to recognize that. Her interest in helping me so, left me pondering.
Soon enough, we raised her head from the note, still flashing that smile.
"Ah... oui, I could point you the way." She eyed me with a quirked brow, a faint smile of amusement still on her face.
"You planned to present yourself like zhis?" She giggles, looking me over.
"...Like what?"
"Ill dressed and apparentement drunk, miss."
"I ain't drunk, mishy, I'm just..."
"...Intoxicated?"
I rolled my eyes slowly and cleared my throat.
"Yeah, yeah... Sho who's thish 'Syl...Vaine...'? You know her, or somethin'?"
"Know her? Oui, I more than know her... You seem to 'ave found her!" A faint giggle from her lips, and I watch on with a raised, confused brow.
This is her? I tilted my head.
"You're tellin' me..."
"I'm zhe one zhat wrote zhat note. I'm also non too appy you tore it down, zhough I've received un autre lettre from someone seeking zhe position already. I suppose I'll ave to ang up a new one." She sighed, and frowned.
Well shucks, your highness, was just a note. No need to get upset that another soul ain't gonna see your pretty little handwriting.
...Glad I didn't say that.
I gulped down a lump in my throat, and forced myself to straighten my posture. Ain't exactly your best first impression ever, Datson.
"...Now, if you're vraiment serieuse about applying, I suggest you seek me out at zhe address given on zhe morrow - sober."
"Yesh, yesh...! I'm shorry, mish...!"
"...Did you ave any further questions, miss?" I looked at her with a tilted head, my eyelids flickering. I could feel my cheeks, for some damn reason, redden.
"...Am I shupposht to curtshee you?...Godsh, I've never dun a curtshee before..."
She looks at me as if I was some deranged beggar in Luskan. "We'll work on zhat when you're sober, hn? And oui, a courtsie would be quite propre. But, pas bother avec it now."
"...Now...I'll see you later, you ought to get some sleep, miss."
The lady tipped me off as a gesture, and walked off into the midnight dreary. I stood there in my position for a long while with my back arched, struggling to keep myself balanced and in check. My head was still spinning like crazy, I'm surprised I even remember half the damned details that night.
And if there's one that lingers in my mind, and will always linger in my mind as I think back to it, it's that...
...You're a damn lout, Datson.
[22:46] <Ronan_> I once stabbed a man in Reno just to watch him bleed.