
30th of Spring, 514 AV
11th bell
Jax pulled the hood over his head, while making his way, albeit suspiciously hastily, down to the docks. He had decided it was time to get out of Sunberth while the heat died down since the attack on the Gated Community he and Razkar had committed in the winter on the Dragoons.
He must have checked over his shoulder at least ten times, rather worried that the Dragoons had hired somebody to tail him and alert them of his location. The human and Razkar had left a soldier alive in the massacre in the park to warn off potential retaliations from the Dragoons.
Bad petching idea.
Jax had only taken the essentials from his apartment and stuffed them into his small rucksack before slinging it over his shoulder and leaving his home for Gods know how long. That very rucksack was dangling from his body on a wrap, bouncing to and fro as Jax walked on.
The human turned down a side street, his hands dug into his pockets. He looked up on a wall which advertised the dockyards on a small wooden sign. Jax smiled and continued on his course, knowing that his way out of Sunberth was merely a hundred or so steps away.
The blue-haired man quickened his walk until he could smell the fresh sea air in his nostrils. It was a damn sight better than the stink back in the town he'd once called home. The ships started coming into view along with the dockworkers, loading crates of merchandise onto their vessels ready for transport. Jax spotted a medium sized ship with a proud looking man standing on the bridge. He walked up to the captain, removing his hood and trying to make himself look as least threatening as possible.
"Are you the captain of this ship?" Asked Jax.
"That I am."
"Are you taking on passengers?"
"That we are. We're off to Nyka in the next bell if you're interested."
"I am interested. How much?"
"One gold miza a day. We'll cover food and sleeping arrangements."
"You now have my full interest, sir. How long is the journey?"
"17 days."
Jax smiled once again before producing 17 gold mizas from his pouch and handing them over to the captain, not wanting to pay him each and every day of the journey. He patted the captain's forearm as he stepped onto the deck of the ship and inhaled deeply before leaning on the side and watching the dockworkers, waiting for the ship to depart.
He must have checked over his shoulder at least ten times, rather worried that the Dragoons had hired somebody to tail him and alert them of his location. The human and Razkar had left a soldier alive in the massacre in the park to warn off potential retaliations from the Dragoons.
Bad petching idea.
Jax had only taken the essentials from his apartment and stuffed them into his small rucksack before slinging it over his shoulder and leaving his home for Gods know how long. That very rucksack was dangling from his body on a wrap, bouncing to and fro as Jax walked on.
The human turned down a side street, his hands dug into his pockets. He looked up on a wall which advertised the dockyards on a small wooden sign. Jax smiled and continued on his course, knowing that his way out of Sunberth was merely a hundred or so steps away.
The blue-haired man quickened his walk until he could smell the fresh sea air in his nostrils. It was a damn sight better than the stink back in the town he'd once called home. The ships started coming into view along with the dockworkers, loading crates of merchandise onto their vessels ready for transport. Jax spotted a medium sized ship with a proud looking man standing on the bridge. He walked up to the captain, removing his hood and trying to make himself look as least threatening as possible.
"Are you the captain of this ship?" Asked Jax.
"That I am."
"Are you taking on passengers?"
"That we are. We're off to Nyka in the next bell if you're interested."
"I am interested. How much?"
"One gold miza a day. We'll cover food and sleeping arrangements."
"You now have my full interest, sir. How long is the journey?"
"17 days."
Jax smiled once again before producing 17 gold mizas from his pouch and handing them over to the captain, not wanting to pay him each and every day of the journey. He patted the captain's forearm as he stepped onto the deck of the ship and inhaled deeply before leaning on the side and watching the dockworkers, waiting for the ship to depart.
I'm a God and it's judgement day.