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Post by xavierdubois on Nov 2, 2009 11:06:38 GMT -5
A young man lept up off of the wobbly boat and onto the wharf. He waved a thank-you to the owner. It had been the luckiest of days; the young man had asked the owner for a ride anywhere, and the owner had agreed. Now the man was in a new town, a fresh start. There was only one problem: he had no idea where he was.
He was happy enough to be away from the place he started. The man wondered if he was running from something, or if he was trying to find his way back. He couldn’t remember.
With his satchel over his shoulder, he dodged the working men on the docks. One of the boards caught his foot and he fell to the ground, the wood nearly crushing his face.
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Post by amazingmaurice on Jul 10, 2010 13:51:54 GMT -5
A young Elven woman was also present on the boat, present -- but not seen. She skipped daintly off of the boat also, eyeing her fellow passenger with mild interest and inwardly sighing as he fell over. "Ever so clumsy," She said, in an accented and mystical voice, tapping her rapier with a finger.
Holding her dress of leaves up, she stepped over the man, and peered shortly around the docks. "How very busy are these humans... like the humble bee -- working, working, working for their queen..." She remarked, peering over at the manager's office. "Like a mayfly's is there lifespan..."
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ayrisa
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Post by ayrisa on Sept 20, 2010 23:15:12 GMT -5
Ryse wandered over to the boatdocks. Men were working everywhere- pounding, sawing, making rope, and generally doing things that had to be done. She'd left Shyr by the edge of the trees so he could hunt. Ryse was sure he could take care of himself. She didn't think she'd see anyone there who could join her journey, or would be worthy enough, but hey. It was worth a try.
A smallish boat had docked near her. A man stumbled off, tripping and then falling clumsily on the hard wood. Ooh, that must have hurt, Ryse thought, wincing. Drunk. Drunk or seasick.
A second person stepped lightly off the boat, moving with an Elven grace that marked her for her race. Her hair floated around her head as she laughed softly, a sound like tinkling bells. Elves had always exasperated Ryse, but the drunk man seemed intriguing. She decided to introduce herself.
"Hello there. Are you all right?" Ryse directed her words at the man, completely ignoring the elf. The woman looked a little miffed.
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