The path of the Grey.
Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 11:36 pm
((Open rp for anyone who could be in Helbriar, if you have questions feel free to send a pm, thank you. ))
*An elvish lady travels to the harbor, clad in a grey cloak with a hood that hides all but the lower half of her face. As the wind blows, a loose strand of blonde hair can be seen. She strolls casually towards the smaller dock, her graceful footsteps quiet enough to allow her to approach the ship-master unheard*
"I wish to travel, if I may."
*The man turns arround quickly, drawing a sword, and sheathing it again when he sees the elfess*
"Sorry Miss. Ye gave me a fright! It's not many who choose to sail from this dock.. If ye wish to go to Vanima, ye need to go over there."
*The man points to the larger dock not far away*
*She walks toward the door leading below deck, turning her head briefly to speak to him*
~I could push him off the dock and sail there myself.~ She thinks to herself, intead saying, "I have made no mistake, I will be below deck, please alert me upon our arrival."
*A look of suprise crosses his weathered face, and he stumbles with his words*
"A..Aye miss, we can leave now if ye like"
*He pauses, perhaps wondering if he made a mistake sheathing his sword, or if in fact, the act saved his own life. He chides himself for being so negatve and mutters*
"I really ought to get a new job.."
*The man turns and follows her on board, with a last shake of his head he watches her close the door leading below deck, before taking his place at the wheel he takes a long drink from a dusty bottle and makes a long drawn out sigh*
"And away we go to Helbriar.. Tanora and the rest o' 'em with us."
*An elvish lady travels to the harbor, clad in a grey cloak with a hood that hides all but the lower half of her face. As the wind blows, a loose strand of blonde hair can be seen. She strolls casually towards the smaller dock, her graceful footsteps quiet enough to allow her to approach the ship-master unheard*
"I wish to travel, if I may."
*The man turns arround quickly, drawing a sword, and sheathing it again when he sees the elfess*
"Sorry Miss. Ye gave me a fright! It's not many who choose to sail from this dock.. If ye wish to go to Vanima, ye need to go over there."
*The man points to the larger dock not far away*
*She walks toward the door leading below deck, turning her head briefly to speak to him*
~I could push him off the dock and sail there myself.~ She thinks to herself, intead saying, "I have made no mistake, I will be below deck, please alert me upon our arrival."
*A look of suprise crosses his weathered face, and he stumbles with his words*
"A..Aye miss, we can leave now if ye like"
*He pauses, perhaps wondering if he made a mistake sheathing his sword, or if in fact, the act saved his own life. He chides himself for being so negatve and mutters*
"I really ought to get a new job.."
*The man turns and follows her on board, with a last shake of his head he watches her close the door leading below deck, before taking his place at the wheel he takes a long drink from a dusty bottle and makes a long drawn out sigh*
"And away we go to Helbriar.. Tanora and the rest o' 'em with us."