Open New beginnings

[Dalaric]

39th of Summer 513
“The coins in the bottom of this purse are getting far too noisy”, Shaking the light leather purse tied to his waist "That's what happens when they have too much room to move about" speaking aloud to the trees and the stones surrounding him Dalaric took a break from his walking. Turning back and looking into the distance he can just make out the coast and the sea he had just climbed out of

"Sailing the length of the cost with you fools has really put a damper on my rainy day fund". Staring into the sky he notes the steadily growing dark mass of clouds moving toward him ”And now it’s going to rain, haven't you punished me enough for that little misunderstanding" Looking to the sky he just shakes his head and wanders off down the road. “It’s not like they were actually using that barn anyway”. “At least not as well as I was…”

Smiling in spite of the coming rain he remembers the events that led up to the lamp being kicked over in the hay loft of the barn, and the look on the farmers daughters face when he had thanked her for the fun, headed away from the rapidly increasing glow, and back to the ship that was tied just offshore.

His fellow crew members had seen him running and had the ship was turning to sea as he climbed the rope. A rope hanging down the side of the ship to the water, he had been forced to swim on that occasion as well. For a man that hated the water a crewing as a sailor was probably not the wisest of choices. There had been some good times among those crazy bastards none the less.

[Dalaric]

From the rumbling coming from his midsection he noted that his stomach must be nearly as empty as his purse. That would need to be addressed soon as well. The dried fish and hard tack he carried in his rucksack was really not all that appetizing at the moment. There was a town somewhere in this mess of trees and rocks this road was leading him through. Nyka I think was the name on the map, pretty tough place too if the old timers on board were not full of shit as usual. “That’s ok though” he thinks aloud “I’m pretty tough myself”.

Tripping over the sword that hung from his hip he once again debates tossing the damned thing into the woods. “Most likely would cut my pecker of trying to get the damn thing unhooked”. It was true that without that old rusty blade he would not be here right now but that was before it tried to take his knees out from under him for the tenth time this morning. “Probably better try to figure out how to at least wear it before it kills me”. He pushes it back to the side of his belt and starts off on his walk once more. Not feeling quite as tough as he had just a moment before.

The sounds of the sea were fading away. The coast and its cold water were falling away behind him with every squishy step. The water that still dripped from his clothes and caused his trousers to rub in the absolute wrong way did nothing, however to help him forget his swim. Looking down at his feet he watches as water squirts from his left boot seam as it touches the ground. “At least I don’t have to worry about getting wet” he jokes.

The rain started to fall slowly on his long reddish brown hair. Climbing a small hill he began to smell something really familiar. Spotting what looked to be smoke rising from the area on the other side of the hill he quickened his pace. Thoughts of a hearth fire with a haunch of venison roasting away, perhaps a pot of potatoes. Maybe even a fresh baked pie or two, his stomach was really making itself know now.

Creating the top of the hill Dal stopped short his face blank for a second. Only a second however then he broke out into a huge grin, laughed out loud and shook his head toward the sky. “So you do have a sense of humor after all “

Crossing over the crown of the hill he started down toward the town below and the burning barn that was sending the smoke into the sky.