It is an age of darkness.
War, famine, suspicion, corruption and mourning plague the land and her inhabitants. The mists fail to obscure from our eyes the great city of Kothas ahead, its stone walls rising high above the dense forests surrounding them, the bright stone only vaguely reflected in the murky bay it borders. The nearby cliffs drop down sharply onto a rocky coastline as the sea makes it way hastily toward the capitol itself.
Kothas was once a busy port city, managing trade between provinces...but, since the bloodshed began, the harbor has been all but abandoned. Ghostly fragments of cargo still haunt the dark, churning waters here. Debris litters the edges of the water, catching on the sharp crags of rock jutting out from the coast.
"Keep still now!" Grumbles the gaunt man rowing the small weathered vessel you find yourselves sitting in. The boat is filled with a handful of strangers, a rather diverse group, and the man's seafrayed whiskers do nothing to hide the smirk upon his lips as he lays eyes on you, each in turn lingering disdainfully on the more exotic beings present.
The ferryman continues with a hacking cough, "If we head overboard you won't ever see what's makin' a meal of you."
The ferry lurches from side to side on your way toward Kothas, the air is chill and moist as the mists threaten to close in around you,
You are the only passengers aboard the vessel, save for the ferryman himself and an armed escort.
(I think some initial descriptions are called for. This shuttling may take a little while.)
With molten gold eyes reflecting dangerously in the weak light, Vitarri meets every disdainful stare with unspoken promises of pain if any dare stand against him. He keeps a hand warily on his sword hilt, only sparing a glance to dark water off to his side. These fools are weak and ignorant, only good enough to be purged for their pathetic ideals because it is obvious that they are unworthy men.
As they move slowly through the harbor, his thoughts continued only to grow darker as he silently damns the gods for their abandonment of those who trusted. As the debris passes by their craft his grim thought continued to fester, as his unkempt hair brushes his shoulders he starts to feel his anger intensify. As the hateful gazes of their 'escorts' pass over him again his hand forms into a balled fist inside his battle gauntlet, he meets their pathetic gaze again willing them to give him a reason to leave more debris in the dark water.
As their eyes move on he releases a silent curse with the tense breath he'd been unknowingly holding. As his anger and frustration pass he finds his focus returning, a frustrated frown creases his ivory colored face he realizes that these fools are not worth the pleasure of his wrath. Their were people in that city who needed his healing hand, they need that which their gods were unwilling to give.
Besides that these fools, and others like them, would perish one way or another...
Their ferry moved ever forward in the dark churning waters of the harbor, as the thick mist threatened to engulf their ship Vitarri checks his gear again. Traveling in full battle gear was uncomfortable at the best of times, but in these dark times it was prudent to be prepared, in fact only because of his dented helm did he survive a killing blow from some fool days before this... venture began.
He purposefully releases his grasping shield, testing it's response time, happy with its response time he resets it and continuing checking his equipment strappings. As he tests his crossbow's strings tautness he loses focus for a moment and unconsciously traces the scarf about his neck. As his fingers brush the chain coif about his neck his mind snaps back into focus, a burning anger flashing through his mind. He shudders from head to toe before regaining control of himself and rechecking his gear again.
Sitting there on the bench a tall lithe form sits checking blades and stringing a bow glancing from time to time at the other being in the boat with odder features his own hidden under the hood of a night black cloak the only thing visible is glowing eyes that reflect their surrondings and your not sure but those might be horns making the hood fold like that
How long till we land ferryman I have an apointment to make
Near the prow of the rickety little ferry stands a young man clad in a heavy duster. His head is inclined, his dark hair, dirty and unkempt from his long journey, falling in a slightly unkempt curtain about his face. He looks lost in a world of his own as the boat slowly glides across the dark water.
He shivers slightly in the cool, misty air, drawing the well-worn leather of his long duster closer to his body and looking up, staring out across the dark flotsam-strewn waters of the harbor. A faint, slightly sardonic smile touches the young man's lips as he watches the shield-bearing traveler's unspoken interaction with the ferryman. The smile doesn't touch his hard eyes, cold and calculating. The company on this ferry of lost souls entertains him.
Sighing, he slips a gloved hand into an inner pocket and briefly withdraws a battered pocket-watch, glancing from it to the city's dreary walls in what seems to be more of a habitual motion than anything else. Not for the first time, he wishes he knew more of why his path had brought him away from Eastport. But maybe it was better that he was leaving, if only to escape some of the memories of his old home.
He closes his eyes for a second, an ugly, angry, bitter expression flashing across his tired, handsome face before he regains his composure. Once more he glances at the battered brass of his watch, his face set in grim determination as he turns once more to the walls of Kothas, impatient.
Atherton Dram has a job to do.
Henryk sits inconspicuously towards the back of the boat; his overcoat pulled snugly around him with the collar up to protect the back of his neck from the splash of the acrid smelling water, which scuffs against the sides of the boat from time to time. He is wearing a dirty brown hat with the bill pulled down in order to obscure much of his pale face, but one can just see the thin mustache above his lip. Several days of stubble have emerged on the rest of his face, evidence that he has not shaved in several days. His blue eyes are aimed down at a small handwritten journal he pours over again and again. From time to time, he pauses in order to peer off into the distance of the empty waters, lost in thought.
As the ferryman speaks, Henryk observes him with a clinically detached gaze, as a scientist might view a test subject.
A weathered looking man stands off to one side of the ferry, staring out over the misted waters. He looks to be early in his third decade, though the near-whiteness of his blonde hair projects an older air. He wears what appears to be a brigandine vest, somewhat well-kept but a little tattered. A closer look at the vest shows rips where insignia marking allegiance and rank have been torn off. A blade hangs on his back, sheathed in what appears to be a strange dual baldric. Only the lone sword sits over his right shoulder at the moment.
After a few more moments of silent staring, he sits. As his right hand pulls his sword from its sheath, his left fishes from his belt what appears to be a whetstone, nearly gone from the looks of it. After situating himself, the rhythmic scrape of stone on blade begins to penetrate the silence engulfing the ferry
*looks at the man with what appears to be celestial orgins*
So whaþ are you all headed to the city for
Startled out of his drifting thoughts, he releases a silent curse at his own absentmindedness, glancing at the stranger suddenly asking questions. He tries to assess the stranger as he ponders how to answer this... persons question. Unable to comprehend this elf's appearance he quickly looks away, drawing out his longsword and sharpening it with his whetstone.
Controlling his voice as best he can, he speaks 'calmly' "I'm not sure exactly why i'm here, Friend, perhaps its to help those who need a healers hand or..." he pauses as he checks his blades balance for a moment before continuing "I may be here to purge those who infest this place with their ilk so it may return to normal, who knows..."
As he finishes he looks back at the strange elf, its then he seems to notice the others around him and, sparing another hateful glance towards the ferrymen and his 'escort', scans the vessel mentally counting those aboard who appear not to be with the ferrymen. Satisfied he continues sharpening and checking his blade.
"The real question is what brings all of us to this place?" Vitarri speaks aloud to know one in particular. Waiting for a response he returns to the strange elf, whose features are perplexing in the lack of light.
"What brings you here? Hired soldier perhaps?"
I seek an old "friend" and some things and allies to help my people and yes even I can see the shadow over this place I think it might be best if we stuck together what do you think?? My name is Mai what's yours?
*he meets your gaze with his own the twin sliver mirrors reflecting your own visage back at you he pulls his long sword and begins sharpening it once again as his head tips just barely in the hood towards the swords and then the ferryman*
I'm not sure if we will have problems on the way in or not but perhaps some should keep their gazes a little closer to home no??
Seeing his own reflection mirrored in the other strangers eyes causes Vitarri to pause momentarily as he ponders how unique this elf is compared to some he has met before. After forcing himself to focus back to the hear and now he remembers Mai's question. "My name is Vitarri, you can call me Vi if you wish it matters not to me." He pauses as he realizes what Mai hints too, Vitarri sheaths his longsword and begins making mental notes of how large the ship is 'in case' of a sudden need to maneuver. Remembering the last bit of what Mai said causes Vitarri to smile, oh so slightly, at the thought of 'trouble' before departing this rickety ferry. "Agreed, best to not allow ourselves to be too distracted. Lest something strike us in this mist." He loads a bolt into his light crossbow and sits casually as they ferry continues slowly onward.
Henryk tries to ignore the conversation that has started on the boat. The inner demons that have driven him to this place have left him in no mood for interpersonal interactions. Furthermore, he has noticed that his stomach has begun to complain for sustenance. In his haste to reach this forsaken land, he has forgotten to eat regularly, and now his body is punishing him for his carnal transgression.
True to true hmmmm mayhaps you could be of help to me and I too you maybe we could persue an alliance for now??
*Sheathes his sword and readies his bow*
"An alliance would be welcomed indeed" Vitarri smiles in spite of himself, and keeps his focus on the area around him for anything that appears hostile. His eyes flicker constantly towards the port, he squints every now and again trying to pierce the foggy haze that has fallen around them. The men on the ship are almost like ghosts as he ponders what could await them in this cesspool of decaying ruin.
I see you feel it to that air of waiting that palatable aura of hate, anger, oppression, and suffering that fills this place. Hmmmmm almost reminds me of where I grew up. I like you think something is about to happen if only we knew what eh??
*looks around trying to perceive the source of that watching feeling*
The greasy ferryman, having focused soley upon his rowing for the last fifteen minutes, brings the ferry quickly to the center of the harbor. He has the air of a seasoned man, long since grown weary of his profession. Kothas looms closer, through the thick mists appearing as a long extinguished beacon of light in the madness that has enveloped the provinces. Toward mirrored eyes he growls,
"If you'd rather swim, be my guest. Just a ways yet."
The rowing slows, the lurching more pronounced, and above the banter aboard the vessel, comes a liquor cured voice once more.
"Keep still!" The ferryman sounds in poorly restrained anger.
"If we head overboard you won't live to see what's coming to make a meal of you!"
His remark is made quite pointedly toward the men adjusting and readying their weapons.
The soldier seated beside the rower doesnt move much...but his hands ball into fists at his sides. He does not seem too keen on the idea of being dumped into the water.
"Passengers will sheathe their weapons aboard the transport." He says, in a slightly irritated monotone.
The mists become thicker, threatening to blot the walls and towers of Kothas from view, even at your current distance, roughly a hundred yards from shore.
From beneath the ferry comes a series of nudges, gently rocking it's form in the dark water.
"Well at least the fish are prosperous..." Grumbles the ferryman before returning to his duties.
Hiding a smirk, Vitarri wrap's his light crossbow back up with an oiled cloth to protect it from the invading moisture. He slides it up on his right shoulder, allowing it to sit in its sling within easy reach.
Soekja is covered in a crimson red as blood colored cloak with a hood (down) he has black hair pulled back into a thieves knot. his skin is a golden tan with coalish & pyrite cat eyes & a thin face with pointed ears. Wearing red & black leather armor with
At his feet sits a black bull mastiff with his head resting on my foot.
As Soekja sits there he looks around smileing pleasently at everyone else. but doesn't say anything until a conversation starts.
"I may be here to purge those who infest this place with their ilk so it may return to normal, who knows..."
Quitely he says, "Normal humph, whats normal for one is alien to another. Will you impose your will of "normal" on those whom are happy in thier own ways? Is your way the only way?"
*eyes the mist and the ferry man one last time and quickly wraps up his bow then looks at the other elf with a sneer*
Yeah I suppose your kind would say that
Yeah I suppose your kind would say that
Nods at the Drow while closeing his eyes, "Yes I supose we would. But, do you truely understand it?" after a moment passes " I have no quarel with you or your brethren sir. Most of my own "kind" as you call them do not except me either."
At the guard's word, the sitting man stops immediately. Standing, he sheathes his sword. Examining the stone for a moment, he notes its condition, and after slight hesitation drops the stone overboard.
Nods at the Drow while closeing his eyes, "Yes I supose we would. But, do you truely understand it?" after a moment passes " I have no quarel with you or your brethren sir. Most of my own "kind" as you call them do not except me either."
Yeah I suppose your kind would say that
yes i do but understand but only because of the Hell i have been thorough
as as far as my kind you dont even know what that is all you know is that im another elf probably one for you to try to screw over just like your kin
"I may be here to purge those who infest this place with their ilk so it may return to normal, who knows..."Quitely he says, "Normal humph, whats normal for one is alien to another. Will you impose your will of "normal" on those whom are happy in thier own ways? Is your way the only way?"
Shuddering with rage at the 'holier then thou' attitude being directed at him, Vitarri keeps his hands down in his lap and flexes his battle gauntlet reflexively to release the tension in his shoulders. "Only someone who hasn't experienced what I have would say something like that. To simply answer your question, No i would not 'impose' my will like you do on your dog good sir. I will merely be there to offer those my hand if they so need me." He pauses as he smothers an explosion of violent thoughts and images. Shaking at the effort he looks back at this stranger' "And if you wish to quote me so do it right, I'm here to heal or guide if needed and if, in guidance, a few evils must be removed then so be it. I will not impose my will on anyone, boy." Finally noticing the dog, again, Vitarri unthinkingly puts a hand out towards it in a friendly gesture before thinking better and setting his hands on his knees.
If they don't need my help here then I will move forward and become stronger, strong enough to end this ignorant fighting all around us He flexes his battle gauntlet again and balls it into a fist as the thoughts of his previous life pour through him like a sluice gate being opened. I won't stop no matter what it costs me, even if it kills me With his mind focused he stares toward the distant harbor filled with a personal resolve.
"I may be here to purge those who infest this place with their ilk so it may return to normal, who knows..."Quitely he says, "Normal humph, whats normal for one is alien to another. Will you impose your will of "normal" on those whom are happy in thier own ways? Is your way the only way?"Shuddering with rage at the 'holier then thou' attitude being directed at him, Vitarri keeps his hands down in his lap and flexes his battle gauntlet reflexively to release the tension in his shoulders. "Only someone who hasn't experienced what I have would say something like that. To simply answer your question, No i would not 'impose' my will like you do on your dog good sir. I will merely be there to offer those my hand if they so need me." He pauses as he smothers an explosion of violent thoughts and images. Shaking at the effort he looks back at this stranger' "And if you wish to quote me so do it right, I'm here to heal or guide if needed and if, in guidance, a few evils must be removed then so be it. I will not impose my will on anyone, boy." Finally noticing the dog Vitarri unthinkingly puts a hand out towards it in a friendly gesture before thinking better and setting his hands on his knees.
If they don't need my help here then I will move forward and become stronger, strong enough to end this ignorant fighting all around us He flexes his battle gauntlet again and balls it into a fist as the thoughts of his previous life pour through him like a sluice gate being opened. I won't stop no matter what it costs me, even if it kills me With his mind focused he stares toward the distant harbor filled with a personal resolve.
see even the planar shows more sense than you and his blood drives him Vitarri let me know if you need help in town and i will let you know if i need help
*spits in the water*
Atherton turns from staring out at the harbor and glances between the two peculiar looking elves and the angel-blood man, smirking ever so slightly and sparing a slightly wary glance at the ferryman and his guard.
Stepping a little closer to the others on the small boat, he interrupts the increasingly heated exchange, waving a gloved hand in a placating gesture and speaking in a smooth, controlled voice. "Now now, calm down. Let us not give the good guardsman of this vessel reason to end any of our journeys prematurely."
Atherton turns from staring out at the harbor and glances between the two peculiar looking elves and the angel-blood man, smirking ever so slightly and sparing a slightly wary glance at the ferryman and his guard.
Stepping a little closer to the others on the small boat, he interrupts the increasingly heated exchange, waving a gloved hand in a placating gesture and speaking in a smooth, controlled voice. "Now now, calm down. Let us not give the good guardsman of this vessel reason to end any of our journeys prematurely."
fair enough, so why are you headed to this little slice of hell?? I think the cage smells better than this place. Ah the cage how I miss it. Anyways if this berk will leave me alone I will leave him alone.
*shifts a little in his seat*
Atherton shrugs slightly, his tone casual and relaxed "Business, of course. And its good to get away from home now and then, don't you think?"
yes i do but understand but only because of the Hell i have been thorough as as far as my kind you dont even know what that is all you know is that im another elf probably one for you to try to screw over just like your kin
@ MaiMaltril "Sir, I don't appreciate your tone. My uncle taught me many things and among those is what a Drow is, he had somewhat of a hatred for your race do to what some had done to him. So yes sir I know what a drow is, my uncle called you the cursed, I will make my own mind up though. I hope you will not make something of nothing."
"Only someone who hasn't experienced what I have would say something like that. To simply answer your question, No i would not 'impose' my will like you do on your dog good sir. I will merely be there to offer those my hand if they so need me."
@ Vi "Well Sir, as you see there is no leash on Shadow. I have raised him from a pup as his mother was killed by wolves near our home. Ever sense then he has been my friend and I share what I have with him. As far as my experiences, I do not expect you know what my experiences are, much less how they compare to yours. I am only interested in equality."
"And if you wish to quote me so do it right, I'm here to heal or guide if needed and if, in guidance, a few evils must be removed then so be it. I will not impose my will on anyone, boy."
"Quote you, what be thee talking of, no one hath quoted you, are thee mad? Ah guidance, dispose of a few "EVILS". I guess you decide who is "EVIL"." humph "Many a war of "cleansing" and genocide has been fought over those words sir. I would rethink them young one if I were you. Or risk becoming that which you think thou art cleansing."
(OOC) As vi puts his hand down towards the dog. (OOC)
Looking @ Vi "He likes most people, he gives everyone 1 fair shake, but only 1."
b]"Now now, calm down. Let us not give the good guardsman of this vessel reason to end any of our journeys prematurely."[/b]
"Yes I agree you two should calm down you are making the fairyman angry with your words and weapons and I for one want to make it to the other side."
with an aloft look "Berk, humph.. how quaint for a philistine to use such big words."
"Yes, I think we are all here on "Business" of one sort or another." with a smile he pulls some dried meat out and feeds it to shadow, petting him as he does.
"They weren't the only ones whose tongues needed minding. Atherton says mildly, neither his expression nor tone betraying any venom in the words.
"Yes, I think we are all here on "Business" of one sort or another."
Smiling thinly at Soekja, he replies "Indeed. So let us mind our own, shall we."
"They weren't the only ones whose tongues needed minding.
@ Atherton nodding his head "Yes, I agree with you sir, I allowed myself to get drawn into something that should have never been said to begin with."
"Indeed. So let us mind our own, shall we."
@ Atherton "Yes, we all shall." he says with a wry grin.
Ignoring the naive chattering directed towards him, Vitarri glances at the dog every now and again as memories of his past refuse to remain quiet. A beautiful specimen, so much blood, why did they..., forcing the memory aside he focuses on the man who has been dragged into this useless quarrel. Regarding him with a, hopefully, friendly expression he nods his head in approval to his words of caution. "I agree with you my" Dangerously "refined friend, perhaps things were said in haste. It is interesting to see someone such as yourself coming here."
He nods his head respectfully to Mai as well before saying "Ignore what is being directed at you my friend. We shall speak more once we are landed and in more... Stable conditions." With that Viarri looks very interested in something in the surrounding fog, he still keeps his wits about him. Just in case.
*pulls his long sword setting the tip at Soekja throat pulling back the tip of his hood revealing plae skin that glows faintly in the mist with a pair of featureless sliver eyes that some how convey a since of rage and a small pair of horns rising out of his forehead*
*yells . Do I look like a Drow you worthless pale blooded pansy your kind are the only ones who could ne confused with them for inside you are as twisted as they you know nothing about an probably never will I can tell you this you up jumped coward. Call me that again and I will spill your lifes blood. Now take it back or we can settle this as soon as we hit land you crosstrading knight of the post
As Mai begins to yell, Vitarri quickly tries to stifle his rage filled voice with a quick gesture as if trying to say we are not alone, this is Not the place. Carefully placing his battle gauntlet protected hand on the flat side of the blade, up by the tip, he tries to gently direct it away, as he waves a hand reassuringly to the ferrymen and guards as he tries to get the situation under 'some' control.
Whispering to both parties involved "we all look like drow in this light friend, no insult intended by this statement of fact. But this is not a time to hash out our differences." Hoping that Mai has sheathed his weapon, Vitarri continues after releasing a, formerly held, breath. Let's get off this ri.... ferry before we upset our hosts any further." Sitting back down he releases a tense sigh and purposefully stays alert.
*looks at Vitarri*
Your right this fool isn't worth it for now. Who is this berk to go around judging people based off there words he looks like yet another weakling
*sneers at Soekja*
we will settle this on land
*sheaths his sword and sits down reading an action to stand and draw should Soejka get upity*
Regarding him with a, hopefully, friendly expression he nods his head in approval to his words of caution. "I agree with you my" Dangerously "refined friend, perhaps things were said in haste. It is interesting to see someone such as yourself coming here."
Atherton arches an eyebrow slightly, the faintest trace of an edge creeping into his voice "One such as myself? Pray tell, what am I?"
*pulls his long sword setting the tip at Soekja throat pulling back the tip of his hood revealing plae skin that glows faintly in the mist with a pair of featureless sliver eyes that some how convey a since of rage and a small pair of horns rising out of his forehead*
*yells . Do I look like a Drow you worthless pale blooded pansy your kind are the only ones who could ne confused with them for inside you are as twisted as they you know nothing about an probably never will I can tell you this you up jumped coward. Call me that again and I will spill your lifes blood. Now take it back or we can settle this as soon as we hit land you crosstrading knight of the post
The young man in the long coat gives the slightest of shrugs and steps away from the two peculiar looking elves. Glancing towards the guard he smiles a little frostily. "Let me assure you, I'm not involved in their quarrel, nor will I try to stop you if you send them for a swim." He steps back, leaning as casually as he can against the gunwhale of the small vessel and observing the conflict with apparent apathy.
Henryk is exceptionally annoyed with the quarreling that has broken out amongst some of the other passengers, and he yells to the Ferryman from across the boat, "Ferryman, how long before we make dock?" Then, he puts his journal away into his coat and pulls his coat tightly around him.
*pulls his long sword setting the tip at Soekja throat pulling back the tip of his hood revealing plae skin that glows faintly in the mist with a pair of featureless sliver eyes that some how convey a since of rage and a small pair of horns rising out of his forehead*
*As Mai stands and pulls his weapon, I also stand and then pull at something from underneath my cloak,
*Also as Mai begins to threaten me shadow begins to growl and bark showing his fangs.*
"Dear sir I tried to settle this like civilized individuals and you pull a blade, I will let the guard deal with you."
*Glanceing toward the guard I begin to turn away.*
"Sir, you should not have threatened my life."
following round
"Muzzle your snouts, yapping dogs. We don't need the attention you're drawing to us," Silas says just loud enough to carry to the fighting men. "Obviously, neither of you spent any time as a soldier. Not a single bit of discipline between you, or patience for that matter." With that Silas goes to stand near the obviously more controlled man at the front.
@ Atherton: Putting his hands up defensively "I mean no disrespect my friend i'm just surprised a refined individual like yourself is here that is all, I mean't no insult I assure you its a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Vitarri Tyrim, modest healer and guardsmen by trade."
He gives another long hard stare at both of the elves before he turns and settles himself back near his seat with a wary eye on the conflict near him. He remains standing and watchful, he doesn't want to accidentally get struck nor does he feel like taking a swim for that matter. "I've said and done what I could its upto you gentlemen if you are going to take this further."
2&3 are up to Zahara as well.
@ Atherton: Putting his hands up defensively "I mean no disrespect my friend i'm just surprised a refined individual like yourself is here that is all, I mean't no insult I assure you its a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Vitarri Tyrim, modest healer and guardsmen by trade."
Atherton turns his gaze from the fight that is brewing in the small boat to the angel-blooded man and stares at him. After a long moment, his usually carefully composed expression cracks into a wide, slightly sardonic smile and he laughs for a long time, a baritone chuckle that sounds like it might even be real mirth.
Reigning in his laughter, Atherton extends a gloved hand to Vitarri "The name's Atherton." an amused smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth.
Shaking Atherton's gloved hand and sharing a short but hearty laugh with this new acquaintance. Vitarri can't help but feel edgy. Dangerously Refined, indeed. This mission will prove more interesting then I first thought....
In the misty air, the Sharp call of the guard rings out.
"Sit, you fools! If I'm made to get up you will pay dearly. Take your seats and save it for the duelling grounds like everyone else!"
He leans forward, prepared to stand and intervene if need be. Coal black eyes glaring across the way. The ferryman in all this, oddly enough, rows with a newfound stamina. His hushed whimpering is enough to give away the terror gripping him.
Atherton hunkers down slightly, steadying himself against the side of the boat. His eyes narrow as he watches the boat-man's terrified and increasingly frenzied actions. Casually one hand slips into his coat to rest upon the pommel of a knife and he carefully scans the misty harbor, looking for the source of the man's fear.
"Shut up and sit the f*#! down." he says quietly and harshly, making a sharp gesture at the quarreling elves.
Returning to his seat, Vitarri's hand hovers near his wrapped and loaded crossbow. He scans the harbor searching for what yet may be unseen, the black and white details of his dark-vision, mixed with the gloom of the harbor, make it nothing but a foul blur. Quietly cursing he continue his futile search.
Ooc Sweet since chain boy can't use his weapon I will sit back down if he does ooc
do you really want to do this here you have no weapon sit do and don't act like any more of an idiot than you are we can settle this on land or you can apoligize your choice
*sits back down and lays his sword readied across his knees*
so Vitarri what do you have to do in town mayhaps I can help and then you can help me with a little problem that's should be a 100 or so years dead
"I believe for now we need to remain calm and quiet until we can get off this ship. Then we shall talk more of mutual problems needing dealt with friend." Still scanning the harbor, he spares a glance every now and again at the ferrymen trying to determine what has caused him such a fright. Perhaps it was the thought of taking a dip in the bay from all the quarreling on the ship, perhaps.... Vitarri shrugs unconsciously and returns to his vigil as the rowboat makes it's slow way to shore.