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| Gaimen Tal | Sat Mar 19, 2011 5:32 am Post #1 |
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(OOC: Open, but please see discussion topic here.) Philip leaned against the ship's port railing, his eyes gazing unfocused out into the dark western sea. Clouds blocked the light of the half moon above, and only the light of a few lonely stars shone through to touch the souls that stirred below. Lanterns on the ship cast flickering lights and long shadows upon the deck and out on the harbor. The water was strangely calm, with only a few waves lapping against the sides of the ship. The sounds of the night were few; the occasional footsteps of the ship's nightwatchman, the ships clacking gently against the docks, the sound of the breeze in the banner. Light slowly filled the western horizon, turning the sky a deep, shining crimson between the dark, drifting clouds. A reflection shone upon the sea, deep and red, flowing constantly with the movement of the water's surface. Philip stared into the west hypnotically; thinking nothing, feeling nothing. Footsteps approached him from behind. "Red sky, landsman," came the voice of the ship's first mate, Jacem. "That means foul weather ahead. It's going to be a rough ride to Fallsberg Port." Philip started from his reverie as the other man spoke. His mind had been so blank of thought that it took several moments for it to process the sights and sounds his eyes and ears detected. The image of the sea blurred slowly into focus; it was sunrise. He'd been standing at the railing unknowingly for most of the night. Someone had spoken to him, but he hadn't gleaned the words; only the voice. Tentatively he turned, for his muscles had grown stiff after standing so long in one posture, and he recognized the ship's first mate. He nodded politely, hoping that he hadn't misheard more than a cursory greeting. The ship's mate had, the previous night, taken Philip's coin in exchange for passage on the Jayne's Flight from Brighton to Fallsport, a town many tens of miles to the south. It was a three-day journey that he had absolutely no purpose for making, save that it was a means of reaching a place he'd never been. The Jayne's Flight seemed well-kept and sturdy, with an amiable crew, though Philip knew nothing of ships or sailing and had never seen the sea until yesterday. Their departure was in a few hours' time, when the tide was right. "How long have you been standing there, man?" asked Jacem. "Put on a coat, for the sake of the gods, you're shivering." Compulsively, Philip looked down at his bare arms to find them shaking and covered in bumps. He was completely numb to the sensation. "I hardly noticed," he said with a shrug. "Suit yourself," said Jacem, and he walked away. Philip returned to his stance on the railing and watched the sun rise. The bright dance in shades of red gradually faded to blue, and dark clouds crept closer in the distance. The wind grew stronger, and the waves more insistent against the ship's sides. Philip sighed, and allowed his gaze to grow blank again. |
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| Hunter Dante | Mon Mar 21, 2011 1:53 am Post #2 |
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He sat below deck as the ship swayed on the harsh moonsea. He noticed that since his turning he was no longer able to get sea sick. Perhaps this is because of his brand new liquid diet. He could see through a thin board that it was still a bit light outside so he stayed in his own little corner. A young refugee girl took a spot next to Dante, he showed his fangs in an attempt to scare her, she didn't seem very bothered by it. Perhaps the fact that they were both stowaways, who knows. Dante brought a sickle out from his cloak in his right hand. "I could kill you, you know that. Right?" She smiled at him, "you won't kill me vampire. I can tell you have a soft spot for helpless women." Dante laughed at her remark, "so where are you heading girl? I'd be curious to know if we're going to the same place." She gave him a dead look, "I'm going home, and I think we'll both be there soon enough.." He gave her a puzzled look, "what are you talking about? I never said I was going with you.." Dante noticed that the horizon was starting to change a bit. "We won't go anywhere if a storm starts to brew.." |
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