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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 19:39:55 GMT -5
A large harbor, filled with a large assortment of ships, loading and unloading at all times of the day. Many cultures and many types of traders come to this port, as it is very popular. A large sun shines overhead, as the clear-blue sea plays with the blue of the sky. A coral reef can be spotted on the south side of the Harbor, which ships ignore, for it is only a rainbow of colors, and causes no inconvenience. The docks are made of light wood, and the hair is warm. The docks are shaded by large palm trees, next to large coconut trees.
It is truly a paradise.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 19:42:52 GMT -5
Arthur steps off the ship and breathes deep. He loved the cold north, though this place had a strange, entrancing, exotic beauty to it that he could not refuse. It made him feel alive for the first time since his confrentation with Duncan. As he looked around, he felt the world full of new possibilities, and his whole life ahead of him. He had cut his hair on the way here, which grew back darker, and grew a short-cropped beard to match. His skin became tan from the sun, and a smile broke across his face. Something he thought would never happen again.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 19:44:05 GMT -5
Midknight follows Allie and Arthur, looking around with recognition. During his travels he had been to the Summer Islands nearly a half dozen times, and was fond of the place.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 19:46:42 GMT -5
Arthur turned to the knight. "We shall need names. From here on, I will be known as Arthur Damascus. It is a name I read somewhere as a child, and I am quite fond of it," he said, with a vigor the others thought lost to him.
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Post by Waine Qorgyle on Jun 1, 2008 19:46:43 GMT -5
"So this is the Summer Isles" Allie said with a nonchalant tone, she hmmphed. "Certainly not what I envisioned in the books my father gave me."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 20:04:48 GMT -5
"You don't like it, my lady?" Arthur asked her. They hadn't talked much on the trip there, for Arthur was in no mood. Now, however, he felt a different person.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 20:06:01 GMT -5
"Names mean nothing," Ser Andry said solemnly. He continued to walk. "We need to find passage to our destination. It won't be easy, I should think."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 20:08:45 GMT -5
Arthur spotted a ship at the other end of the harbor. It was a beautiful long and shallow ship, and definitely from the Summer Isles. The wood was a light brown, with white sails, and on the front of the prow, a maiden stretched her arms out, carved into the wood eternally. The captain was leaning on the dock, drunk and falling over.
Arthur made for the man immediately.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 20:12:36 GMT -5
Ser Andry Morrigen decided to watch Arthur's attempt and its possible success or failure.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 20:14:47 GMT -5
"Ser, I am to assume you are the captain of this fine vessel. Where is your destination next?"
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Post by Waine Qorgyle on Jun 1, 2008 20:18:00 GMT -5
Allied was in the process of removing her armor when she noticed Midknight's stare...
"What? I am going to get us a ship"
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 20:22:34 GMT -5
"Ser, I am to assume you are the captain of this fine vessel. Where is your destination next?" The captain burped. "I'll go wherever the wind fucking takes me," he said cheerfully, before spotting Allie. "Excuse my language, milady," he said hastily. He looked at the Midknight, Allie, and the giant northman and frowned. "You three are a odd sight, I reckon. Where you headin'?"
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 20:24:01 GMT -5
"Where the wind takes us, if you will lead us," Arthur said, handing a few gold coins over to the man.
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Post by Waine Qorgyle on Jun 1, 2008 20:25:09 GMT -5
"You wouldn't want to cause us any delays, we are in an awful hurry, my sweet...." obviously waiting for his name.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 20:26:55 GMT -5
The man shrugged her off. "Fuck me if you want, but don't tease me, milady," he said, still cheerfully, before adding a hasty, "Pardon my language." He ran a hand across his mouth. "Well, where ya wantin' to go? That'd depend on if I would take ya or not, I reckon."
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