Krious
01-30-09, 10:15 AM
((Closed to Falior or another of his characters.))
It was more then a struggle to tell his family his plans. But they did sense something was different about him, since he had been blessed by the elements. The reaction he had expected did not come, but more of concern for his well being outside the village. With the whole civil war, no one had really left or come to their remote part. He was the first to leave his noble village in more then twenty generations, as far as he new of course, but those who didn’t follow the villages’ heritage were often never seen nor spoken of again. He was lucky this time, to have such a loving family willing to put everything on the line so he could live his destiny. One that did not include years of fighting with his own people.
Krious found it hard already. Nearly four days on the road and most of his supplies were running low. He unscrewed the cap to his canteen and emptied the remaining water into his mouth. With a sigh, the small elf kept slowed his pace, keeping to the shade as much as he could to avoid the sun and its blistering heat. His messy hair no sticking to his head with sweat. He tried cooling himself off by removing this leather coat, the white t-shirt he wore had small areas soaked with the sweat and water from his canteen. But as he continued, the sweat still beaded down his face, stinging his eyes and dried lips. His hopes dropped, he really had no idea where he was going, but still, he was persistent to find somewhere to rest before it was all to late. And soon, it was obvious the elements were looking out for him..
As he broke the nearest hill he was stunned to see the form of wooded buildings come into view. Before he knew it, everything came at him in a rush, as if this hill was a barrier between open, barren tundra and the small town that stood before him. The smell of salt was the heaviest here, and as he neared he realized this was a port town, a place he had heard of by some elders in his village. Soon other smells soon wafted to him as he continued towards the wooden walls that stood around the town, mostly fish and other catches from the see.
The gates were open as he approached, allowing travelers and traders an easy time to get their things and go. But Krious needed something else here; he needed passage to the island of Scara Brae. He only knew about it because of the stories passed down in his village. The origins of his people came from that island, and he found it the most appealing place to start something. His true homeland. But first, a ship to take him across the open waters. The port of the city was his destination and he wouldn’t leave until he had someone to take him across.
As the smell of fish grew ever more pungent, Krious knew he was nearing where he needed to be. But when he discovered the dock he was upset by how empty it was. The port was large, with eight docks, yet only one of them had a ship in it. A giant ship, using at least two masts, many layers obviously were onboard but he couldn’t guess how many there really was, no flag flew in the winds. A group of men carried cargo aboard the huge vessel, one man yelling at all the others, he wore an eye patch over his right eye, and seemed seasoned to sailing. Hopefully he would be able to take Krious across. With a confident stride, he strode towards the man with the eye patch, a smile spread across his face until an older man stepped in front of him.
“Don’t be a fool boy-o. That is no vessel for the likes of you. Believe an old man like myself, you don’t know what your getting yourself into there,” the man seemed crazy, the most notable feature being his lazy eye, and constant twitching. Krious, not accustomed to these kinds of things simply ignored the warning, pretending to never have seen the man, and continued onward.
“Oi you lazy slags, get them crates aboard the ship before I leave with you all here,” the eye patched man yelled at the others. The rhythm seemed to pick up as if his threats were real, or he had done it before. He started pacing soon, as if expecting something to happen; all the while he tapped the sword that lay against his waist. Suddenly he stopped, as if he knew something were about to happen and turned abruptly, only to find a young elf standing before him. “And what do ye want pointed ears?”
Krious stammered, not used to being insulted before he had even said anything. He quickly became flustered and not a word would come to his mouth, he stood there looking at this man, stunned. “Well, what do ye need with me?”
Trying hard to just do anything, he pointed at his ship. “Ugh. I need you to take me across to Scara Brae. Of course the price can be negotiated,” he tried to be polite, and put a smile across his face. The man, showed no expression at his words.
“Haha, you expect me to just get on up, and take you across the water? Listen here pointed ears, we ain’t no travel ship,” the man put a devilish grin on his face, while thinking of something. “But I tells yah what then, you help me and I’ll help you then. See, we still got all this cargo to put on the ship, you go helps me boys, and gives me seventy gold pieces, and I can take you across. And it’ll be something you won’t forgets.” The man snickered and held out his hand to the Krious, in a polite gesture Krious shock the man’s hand.
Krious soon hurried off the help the crew with the remaining crates of cargo; excited he would finally get across the sea to where he planned to go. He had no idea what would be in store for him when this ship finally got moving.
It was more then a struggle to tell his family his plans. But they did sense something was different about him, since he had been blessed by the elements. The reaction he had expected did not come, but more of concern for his well being outside the village. With the whole civil war, no one had really left or come to their remote part. He was the first to leave his noble village in more then twenty generations, as far as he new of course, but those who didn’t follow the villages’ heritage were often never seen nor spoken of again. He was lucky this time, to have such a loving family willing to put everything on the line so he could live his destiny. One that did not include years of fighting with his own people.
Krious found it hard already. Nearly four days on the road and most of his supplies were running low. He unscrewed the cap to his canteen and emptied the remaining water into his mouth. With a sigh, the small elf kept slowed his pace, keeping to the shade as much as he could to avoid the sun and its blistering heat. His messy hair no sticking to his head with sweat. He tried cooling himself off by removing this leather coat, the white t-shirt he wore had small areas soaked with the sweat and water from his canteen. But as he continued, the sweat still beaded down his face, stinging his eyes and dried lips. His hopes dropped, he really had no idea where he was going, but still, he was persistent to find somewhere to rest before it was all to late. And soon, it was obvious the elements were looking out for him..
As he broke the nearest hill he was stunned to see the form of wooded buildings come into view. Before he knew it, everything came at him in a rush, as if this hill was a barrier between open, barren tundra and the small town that stood before him. The smell of salt was the heaviest here, and as he neared he realized this was a port town, a place he had heard of by some elders in his village. Soon other smells soon wafted to him as he continued towards the wooden walls that stood around the town, mostly fish and other catches from the see.
The gates were open as he approached, allowing travelers and traders an easy time to get their things and go. But Krious needed something else here; he needed passage to the island of Scara Brae. He only knew about it because of the stories passed down in his village. The origins of his people came from that island, and he found it the most appealing place to start something. His true homeland. But first, a ship to take him across the open waters. The port of the city was his destination and he wouldn’t leave until he had someone to take him across.
As the smell of fish grew ever more pungent, Krious knew he was nearing where he needed to be. But when he discovered the dock he was upset by how empty it was. The port was large, with eight docks, yet only one of them had a ship in it. A giant ship, using at least two masts, many layers obviously were onboard but he couldn’t guess how many there really was, no flag flew in the winds. A group of men carried cargo aboard the huge vessel, one man yelling at all the others, he wore an eye patch over his right eye, and seemed seasoned to sailing. Hopefully he would be able to take Krious across. With a confident stride, he strode towards the man with the eye patch, a smile spread across his face until an older man stepped in front of him.
“Don’t be a fool boy-o. That is no vessel for the likes of you. Believe an old man like myself, you don’t know what your getting yourself into there,” the man seemed crazy, the most notable feature being his lazy eye, and constant twitching. Krious, not accustomed to these kinds of things simply ignored the warning, pretending to never have seen the man, and continued onward.
“Oi you lazy slags, get them crates aboard the ship before I leave with you all here,” the eye patched man yelled at the others. The rhythm seemed to pick up as if his threats were real, or he had done it before. He started pacing soon, as if expecting something to happen; all the while he tapped the sword that lay against his waist. Suddenly he stopped, as if he knew something were about to happen and turned abruptly, only to find a young elf standing before him. “And what do ye want pointed ears?”
Krious stammered, not used to being insulted before he had even said anything. He quickly became flustered and not a word would come to his mouth, he stood there looking at this man, stunned. “Well, what do ye need with me?”
Trying hard to just do anything, he pointed at his ship. “Ugh. I need you to take me across to Scara Brae. Of course the price can be negotiated,” he tried to be polite, and put a smile across his face. The man, showed no expression at his words.
“Haha, you expect me to just get on up, and take you across the water? Listen here pointed ears, we ain’t no travel ship,” the man put a devilish grin on his face, while thinking of something. “But I tells yah what then, you help me and I’ll help you then. See, we still got all this cargo to put on the ship, you go helps me boys, and gives me seventy gold pieces, and I can take you across. And it’ll be something you won’t forgets.” The man snickered and held out his hand to the Krious, in a polite gesture Krious shock the man’s hand.
Krious soon hurried off the help the crew with the remaining crates of cargo; excited he would finally get across the sea to where he planned to go. He had no idea what would be in store for him when this ship finally got moving.