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 Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:14 am
"It...was distracted," Anyel answers slowly, trying to keep his face expressionless at the thought of what had actually occurred. "I do not think it will come back, there is no need to worry."
Deciding that the conversation had gone on quite long enough, Anyel ducks under the water and attempts to swim away.
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Baranquesseiel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:17 am
A sound follows Anyel. A short "wait," the creaking of the dock, and then a splash. The other man begins to flounder in the water.
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Baranquesseiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:27 am
Anyel presses the palm of his hand to his forehead, sighing as loudly as is possible with gills. He heads back to conduct his second rescue operation of the night, grabbing the flailing man and trying to hold him so his head is above the water. "Idiot," he mumbles, just loud enough so the other man can hear.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:30 am
The other man just smiles. As he is thrust above the water, a few men of the crowd reach down to pull him back onto the dock. His silver eyes lock on Anyel's and he grips Anyel's wrist as he is pulled away. His grip is not firm, but instant.
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Baranquesseiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:38 am
Glaring at the hold on his wrist, Anyel attempts to twist his arm out of it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:41 am
The other man's hand slides off easily. "You deserve a proper thanks," he says sullenly. He stands on the dock, watching Anyel and shivering against the wet clothing that clings to his thin frame.
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Baranquesseiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:49 am
Anyel is unimpressed. "I need no thanks." With that, he slips under the dark waters, and away.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 4:03 am
The man frowns. Then he turns and begins gesturing as he speaks, "You, carry him. You, take a note to the weapon smith. You, wake the woman of the Boar's Head Inn. And you, bring me a dry cloak. For the love of Aunencera, it's freezing out here." The crowd moves at his orders. He gives one last look over his shoulder before striding from the dock.
Bel opens his eyes to morning light streaming through a window.
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Baranquesseiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:41 am
Bel winces in the unexpected brightness, then groans a little. He feels a bit wrung like an old washcloth. On inspection, he doesn't smell much better than one, either.
His first thought goes to wondering where the heck he was. He was in a small bed in an unfamiliar room. Alone, unfortunately.
He curses darkly, Finargan is probably going to kill him for not showing up at the caravans that night.
His next thought goes to remembering the surreal events of the night before, and the lost short sword...that was several nights of dancing worth of money sunk to the bottom of the bay right there!
Wonderful...as if things couldn't get much worse. Well...there was a bright spot...he murkily recalls a very pretty face or two...He had been looking forward to hopefully meeting someone in this town, but never expected this town of rough sailors and brusque traders to hold anything special in store.
Turned out that this town was pretty promising...except for assassin vines growing under their docks...that was something they probably should have taken care of.
First things first! Bel wants a bath!
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:32 pm
The bed is small but soft, as is the rest of the lavish room, decorated with rich dark wood and fine white cloth.
Bel realizes belatedly that he's in his skivvies. The rest of his clothes and gear hang across the room, looking cleaner than they have since before he's owned them.
Not far from his clothes, there's a table with an array of food on it. And across the room, there is a tub of water being kept warm by the fire.
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Baranquesseiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 4:20 pm
Bel pushes the covers back excitedly and goes to investigate the table of food.
His near-nakedness is no problem for now, and his strange surroundings are all but forgotten at the prospect of a filling meal and a bath.
Only after he finishes stuffing much of the food on the table into his face does he slow down to contemplate his posh surroundings...
Where was he, and more importantly, who brought him here?
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 5:11 pm
Feeling bright and rested after a peaceful night in which no one further needed rescuing, Anyel heads back into town. He's here to pick up a few small supplies, and, if he's honest with himself, hopes to overhear anything concerning the fate of the boy who had been attacked by the vine. After that, though, it was time to move on - nearly being exposed as non-human had made him wary. His belongings are packed and ready to go, concealed in a tree outside the town.
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Baranquesseiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 5:29 pm
Anyel catches snatches of gossip about the excitement at the docks. None are sure what happened beneath the water and the boy was still unconscious when he was taken away by the guards.
A short rattle is Bel's only warning before the door opens. A young serving girl moves into the room with a tray balance in one hand. She gasps as she glances up and nearly drops the tray. "You're awake," she observes as she quickly sets down the tray.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 5:47 pm
"I'm awake," Bel grins. Bel caught a whiff of the serving girl's scent as she moves quickly to rebalance the tray. She smelled nice, like soap and clean linens.
"I'm Bel...who're you?"
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