. . ......... My journey is my destination. . . . . |
Summer 24, Year 503 North Suvan Sea
Svan had first gotten on the boat with a large dose of anticipation and an eager smile. Now however, he was covered in soot, doubled over the side of the boat, and trying to hold back what was left of his last meal in his stomach.
...
Earlier in his journey Svan had been fairly happy aboard the Svefran ship he was riding. It was his first time out this far at sea and he found himself enjoying the salty air and gentle sway upon the calm Suvan Sea waves. He also found something absolutely intoxicating about the beautiful mixture of the warm summer sun and the cool sea breeze upon his cold-blooded skin. Unfortunately, good things rarely lasted long for Svan.
As the ship approached the bottom of the northern sea, it was warned that an group of pirates was at the nearby Fang Isle. Unknown to Svan the boat slightly altered its course and made a beeline to stop the seafaring criminals.
Oblivious to the danger that approached, Svan watched patiently as the ship's members adjusted the course and prepared for battle. He smiled as the scurried around the ship ignoring any passenger on board aside from issuing a slight warning to the more fragile looking members to find cover. So busy were the members of the crew that they failed to notice the dark haired man clad in a brown cloak standing next to one of the sails that had just been tightened. The man stood fixated on the knot of rope holding the sail to the mast. He knew what the knot was doing and why it was important that it remain secure, but try as he might Svan couldn't fight the temptation of untying the rope. In the back of his mind Svan knew what he was doing was wrong, but he desperately wanted to see the sort of chaotic reaction that would follow his little prank.
Methodically his hands worked to loosen the knot, and after a moment or two of fiddling with it, the rope began to come undone. Before the snake could finish untying it however, a Svefran man shouted for all passengers to take cover, and for all crew members to prepare for the upcoming battle. At the news of a battle the snake was immediately torn from his thoughts, and moved away from the mast as quickly as he could.
Lost in the movements of the many people scurrying about the boat to find a secure position, Svan managed to get away from his misdeed unnoticed. The snake moved quickly to get below the deck, but one hurrying passenger pushed Svan to the floor as he went by. Before Svan could get back up, a whistling arrow screamed through the sky. Raising his head Svan saw at least three pirate ships quickly closing in on the the pavilar. Evasive maneuvers where immediately made as a single sloop shot away form the other slow ships to attack the boat Svan had the misfortune to be riding. At first the pavilar outmatched the poorly armed sloop, but Svan soon began to curse his own mischief as the sail of their own ship came loose, and their evasive abilities were crippled. The Dhani was sent tumbling as the ship swayed uncontrollably and nearly fell over board twice. Before long the sloop caught up with the pavilar and after several volleys of flaming arrows they began to board. While the trained members of the crew battled valiantly against the marauding pirates, Svan ran around like a maniac beating wildly with his heavy cloak at any fires springing up. By the time the battle was done Svan lie on the deck breathing heavily, and his now oily and half blazing cloak floated in the waters nearby. The ship had taken serious damage in the assault, and was now headed to dock at a nearby village for repairs and supplies. Exhausted from running about deck like a mad man, Svan barely managed to lift his body over the side of the ship to throw up.
Which led him to his current state of affairs. Dirty, tired, sick, and hanging like a dishrag. The fact that the damages to the ship caused it to rock back and forth eve more violently was not helping his situation either.
When the ship finally reached land Svan couldn't be happier. He walked off the boat, and even received a few pats on the back for helping out the crew with the fires. Though he couldn't help, but notice that some of the people were teasing him for the way he reacted after the battle. Svan also couldn't help but notice that there was another man receiving far more attention than him. Not jealous so much as curious Svan peered over to see the man and eavesdrop on the gossip before walking off the boat. The snake headed straight to the village and immediately headed to the nearest market to buy whatever non-seafood piece of meat he could find.
Having gorged himself properly, Svan began his walk through the town. It would likely be some time before the ship was prepared and until then Svan hoped to make the most of dry land. As he walked through the town he saw the same man the others had been focusing on before. Not one for tact, Svan strutted straight up to the man, and waved.
"Hey, I heard you got poisoned...Why aren't you dead?"
Svan had first gotten on the boat with a large dose of anticipation and an eager smile. Now however, he was covered in soot, doubled over the side of the boat, and trying to hold back what was left of his last meal in his stomach.
...
Earlier in his journey Svan had been fairly happy aboard the Svefran ship he was riding. It was his first time out this far at sea and he found himself enjoying the salty air and gentle sway upon the calm Suvan Sea waves. He also found something absolutely intoxicating about the beautiful mixture of the warm summer sun and the cool sea breeze upon his cold-blooded skin. Unfortunately, good things rarely lasted long for Svan.
As the ship approached the bottom of the northern sea, it was warned that an group of pirates was at the nearby Fang Isle. Unknown to Svan the boat slightly altered its course and made a beeline to stop the seafaring criminals.
Oblivious to the danger that approached, Svan watched patiently as the ship's members adjusted the course and prepared for battle. He smiled as the scurried around the ship ignoring any passenger on board aside from issuing a slight warning to the more fragile looking members to find cover. So busy were the members of the crew that they failed to notice the dark haired man clad in a brown cloak standing next to one of the sails that had just been tightened. The man stood fixated on the knot of rope holding the sail to the mast. He knew what the knot was doing and why it was important that it remain secure, but try as he might Svan couldn't fight the temptation of untying the rope. In the back of his mind Svan knew what he was doing was wrong, but he desperately wanted to see the sort of chaotic reaction that would follow his little prank.
Methodically his hands worked to loosen the knot, and after a moment or two of fiddling with it, the rope began to come undone. Before the snake could finish untying it however, a Svefran man shouted for all passengers to take cover, and for all crew members to prepare for the upcoming battle. At the news of a battle the snake was immediately torn from his thoughts, and moved away from the mast as quickly as he could.
Lost in the movements of the many people scurrying about the boat to find a secure position, Svan managed to get away from his misdeed unnoticed. The snake moved quickly to get below the deck, but one hurrying passenger pushed Svan to the floor as he went by. Before Svan could get back up, a whistling arrow screamed through the sky. Raising his head Svan saw at least three pirate ships quickly closing in on the the pavilar. Evasive maneuvers where immediately made as a single sloop shot away form the other slow ships to attack the boat Svan had the misfortune to be riding. At first the pavilar outmatched the poorly armed sloop, but Svan soon began to curse his own mischief as the sail of their own ship came loose, and their evasive abilities were crippled. The Dhani was sent tumbling as the ship swayed uncontrollably and nearly fell over board twice. Before long the sloop caught up with the pavilar and after several volleys of flaming arrows they began to board. While the trained members of the crew battled valiantly against the marauding pirates, Svan ran around like a maniac beating wildly with his heavy cloak at any fires springing up. By the time the battle was done Svan lie on the deck breathing heavily, and his now oily and half blazing cloak floated in the waters nearby. The ship had taken serious damage in the assault, and was now headed to dock at a nearby village for repairs and supplies. Exhausted from running about deck like a mad man, Svan barely managed to lift his body over the side of the ship to throw up.
Which led him to his current state of affairs. Dirty, tired, sick, and hanging like a dishrag. The fact that the damages to the ship caused it to rock back and forth eve more violently was not helping his situation either.
When the ship finally reached land Svan couldn't be happier. He walked off the boat, and even received a few pats on the back for helping out the crew with the fires. Though he couldn't help, but notice that some of the people were teasing him for the way he reacted after the battle. Svan also couldn't help but notice that there was another man receiving far more attention than him. Not jealous so much as curious Svan peered over to see the man and eavesdrop on the gossip before walking off the boat. The snake headed straight to the village and immediately headed to the nearest market to buy whatever non-seafood piece of meat he could find.
Having gorged himself properly, Svan began his walk through the town. It would likely be some time before the ship was prepared and until then Svan hoped to make the most of dry land. As he walked through the town he saw the same man the others had been focusing on before. Not one for tact, Svan strutted straight up to the man, and waved.
"Hey, I heard you got poisoned...Why aren't you dead?"