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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]
by Sliver on January 21st, 2013, 4:44 pm
Sliver had begun loping forward when she saw a group of Icewatch come back with the struggling female in strong grasps and her movements gradually ceased with stony glares staring her down from the amassed groups. Some pairs of the watch were sent to search the remainder of the ship for any stray individuals with any knowledge, and any injured were ordered to report to the Healing Center, but Sliver only grunted at her own injury. She hated that blasted place, and the more she visited it the more that fact settled into her being. Instead she broke off from the main group giving a brief nod to first Ettan, than Miria before disappearing as a smaller beast like only she could into the shadows of an alleyway before loping at a reduced pace back to the barracks. Every lunge and stride sent pain through her body, emanating in waves through her shoulder, but she desperately needed to leave the scene behind, to curl up in her quarters and sleep away the pain and confusion until tomorrow, when she had the task of facing Jaerith for her insubordination. What a splendid day this had turned out to be.
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by Ettan on January 21st, 2013, 5:13 pm
Ettan didn't pay much attention to Sliver or any of the others he had other things on his mind, mainly flipping the boat over till he found his missing pendant. He searched the deck and around some crates searching for it but had little luck. He turned his head to the dead ship captain and picked him up by the collar of his shirt seeing if maybe he had taken a liking to it but his neck was bare.
An member of the icewatch walked over to see if he was alright. He went to put his hand on Ettan's shoulder to get his attention only to nearly lose a finger. Ettan quickly turned his head towards him a bit on edge, letting out a growl. Ettan apologized for it and reassured him he was fine, though honestly he wasn't sure if he was.
Ettan unwilling gave up on his search for the pendant but did decide he'd take something as payment for the inconveniences the situation had caused him. He decided the dead ship captain no longer needed his shoes and therefore took it into his hands to liberate them from the man's feet and placing them on his own.
With that being done he walked over to the Vanitha girl who he blamed for getting him into this trouble. "Hey,I changed my mind, you do still owe me a meal and while your at it I could use a warm place to stay for the night." He didn't give Miria any room for objection before he wrapped his wool cloak around his shoulders and tossed his bag of supplies over his shoulder and headed back onto the docks.
OOC: I think we might be able to pull a little more out of this but I'm fine if you think it's done.
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by Miria on January 21st, 2013, 7:43 pm
There was little left for the archer to do as she watched the Icewatch clean up. Ever scanning the area Miria finally stepped out of the cover from her overturned table and walked amidst the Icewatch. Moving slowly to pick up her arrows she noticed the lack of no thanks from the guards of the city. Each face she recognized was grim, both from the slavers and the Icewatch. Both were new to this happening and it created an air of awkwardness around them.
Finally Miria saw a face she did recognized as she waved Sliver off. She thought it was her at least. Though she did not want to say anything Miria was starting to have an admiration for the honey badger looking kelvic. She does stuff like this everyday? Miria thought watching the shape disappear.
Her eyes drooped as weariness overtook her. Her bag was heavy, her arm hurt something fierce and she was sporting a few new bruises/bumps on her forehead. Groaning slightly as she covered her eyes with her hand thoughts on chasing down the Whitevine was being replaced with the want of a nice bed.
Looking up from Miria grimaced slightly as Ettan invited himself to her arvinta. "Right" she muttered weakly, following him. He's sleeping on the floor. Miria was sore but it felt right after an existence of melancholy. Gripping her bow Miria hummed slightly trying to make a song for how she felt today. There were still so much left unanswered but she had done all she can today. "Ettan over here!" she called out hesitantly. Today was a good day. |
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