3rd of Spring, 516 AV
"Dock to port, lads, an' be careful with her! We need to return home, aye," the captain yelled to his crew, who bustled about the deck like ants around dropped food, preparing to dock in Lhavit. The process of it all was certainly lost to the humongous gorilla that seemed to be holding onto a thick rope for dear life, obviously without his sea-legs as he stumbled about, his lifeline being the only thing stopping the Jamoura from flying about the deck or into the ocean.
Aorth's nostrils flared as another spray of the salty sea water lashed him, wetting even more of his already dripping coat. This elicited an annoyed rumble from the creature, which was quickly cut off with an impossibly deep yelp of surprise as the vessel made another one of those unexpected tilts, causing Aorth to grip the rope even harder as he slid across the deck. Suddenly, the sailing vessel hit something, panic flashing through the Jamoura's mind. He was soon soothed, however, as the now laughing captain walked to him, crouching down and patting the Jamoura in a friendly manner. "Welcome to Lhavit, Aorth," he said, which pulled a fast response from the bulky creature.
In a surprising amount of agility for a creature of his stature, Aorth was up and leaping port with his powerful hind legs, landing with a loud crash onto the deck. He seemed unhurt, as he just laid there, trying to get his bearing after the length at sea. "Hahahaha, farewell, fair Jamoura, and good luck in your travels," the captain aboard the ship yelled with his incredibly loud voice, before moving to oversee his crew.
Aorth slowly and easily raised himself on unsteady legs and knuckles, wobbling, the land now moving as a ship in his eyes. Grunts came from him as slowly knuckle-walked forward, taking one long stride before careening to the side, only staying up by quick placement of his weathered hands. His round belly grumbled in queasiness, and the Jamoura lowered himself to his rear, the long, nimble toes of his feet clasping. His actual hands held his ankles, and he just waited, his light brown eyes closed. To the outsider, he looked to be swaying slightly as in his mind, the land was still flowing like the sea, which quite made him want to up-chuck his lunch of mangoes.
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The Jamoura's head tilted curiously to the side as he looked at the guard, who seemed to be at a loss for words, his mouth flapping open and closed. Aorth rumbled in confusion, the sound emanating from deep within his chest as he sat again with a thud. As the silence lengthened and the guard seemed to shift uncomfortable, obviously not at all sure what to do with the creature, Aorth shrugged off his large pack which had been hidden behind his back. This brought confusion to the guard's face as he watched on, the Jamoura pulling out a quill and a vial of ink, dipping the writing utensil. He placed the vial of ink to the side, taking another item out of his pack: a journal. He opened to the very first page, recording his first experience with Lhavit in large, inexperienced characters.
The humans at the large door don't seem to know what to do now that I have arrived. Maybe I am supposed to greet them first, I will see. He set the journal down next to the ink vial to dry for a moment, shuffling through his pack until he found a clean shirt. He regarded the cloth for a mere second before wiping the ink from his quill onto it, wrapping up the shirt and stuffing it back into his pack. Replacing the rest of his stuff, moving rather slowly, he got back up, standing on his knuckles and feet, walking forward to the guard that seemed to want to say something.
Greetings. I am Aorth, I have come from the Spires for research and to seek the Seekers, he said. His voice was incredibly deep, reaching a pitch that most, if not all, other races other than Jamoura, could not. His speech was slow, as well, as if he thought about every word he spoke, though the words were more drawn out than anything.
The man at the gate regarded him with new-found knowledge, acting quite different than he had seconds before. Aorth just stood there, before the guard nodded, beaming at the creature, which Aorth returned with a rather frightening smile. [b]"Welcome to Lhavit, traveler,"[b] he said as the gates opened at a hand signal. Aorth thanked the man, before walking in, already pulling eyes to him.
Unaware to the stares, whispers, and what have you, Aorth's long strides took him easily into the city. His own eyes were looking at all of the buildings, so different than the Spires'. He knuckle-walked on, slowly now, as his eyes observed everything with intense curiosity.
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"Dock to port, lads, an' be careful with her! We need to return home, aye," the captain yelled to his crew, who bustled about the deck like ants around dropped food, preparing to dock in Lhavit. The process of it all was certainly lost to the humongous gorilla that seemed to be holding onto a thick rope for dear life, obviously without his sea-legs as he stumbled about, his lifeline being the only thing stopping the Jamoura from flying about the deck or into the ocean.
Aorth's nostrils flared as another spray of the salty sea water lashed him, wetting even more of his already dripping coat. This elicited an annoyed rumble from the creature, which was quickly cut off with an impossibly deep yelp of surprise as the vessel made another one of those unexpected tilts, causing Aorth to grip the rope even harder as he slid across the deck. Suddenly, the sailing vessel hit something, panic flashing through the Jamoura's mind. He was soon soothed, however, as the now laughing captain walked to him, crouching down and patting the Jamoura in a friendly manner. "Welcome to Lhavit, Aorth," he said, which pulled a fast response from the bulky creature.
In a surprising amount of agility for a creature of his stature, Aorth was up and leaping port with his powerful hind legs, landing with a loud crash onto the deck. He seemed unhurt, as he just laid there, trying to get his bearing after the length at sea. "Hahahaha, farewell, fair Jamoura, and good luck in your travels," the captain aboard the ship yelled with his incredibly loud voice, before moving to oversee his crew.
Aorth slowly and easily raised himself on unsteady legs and knuckles, wobbling, the land now moving as a ship in his eyes. Grunts came from him as slowly knuckle-walked forward, taking one long stride before careening to the side, only staying up by quick placement of his weathered hands. His round belly grumbled in queasiness, and the Jamoura lowered himself to his rear, the long, nimble toes of his feet clasping. His actual hands held his ankles, and he just waited, his light brown eyes closed. To the outsider, he looked to be swaying slightly as in his mind, the land was still flowing like the sea, which quite made him want to up-chuck his lunch of mangoes.
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The Jamoura's head tilted curiously to the side as he looked at the guard, who seemed to be at a loss for words, his mouth flapping open and closed. Aorth rumbled in confusion, the sound emanating from deep within his chest as he sat again with a thud. As the silence lengthened and the guard seemed to shift uncomfortable, obviously not at all sure what to do with the creature, Aorth shrugged off his large pack which had been hidden behind his back. This brought confusion to the guard's face as he watched on, the Jamoura pulling out a quill and a vial of ink, dipping the writing utensil. He placed the vial of ink to the side, taking another item out of his pack: a journal. He opened to the very first page, recording his first experience with Lhavit in large, inexperienced characters.
The humans at the large door don't seem to know what to do now that I have arrived. Maybe I am supposed to greet them first, I will see. He set the journal down next to the ink vial to dry for a moment, shuffling through his pack until he found a clean shirt. He regarded the cloth for a mere second before wiping the ink from his quill onto it, wrapping up the shirt and stuffing it back into his pack. Replacing the rest of his stuff, moving rather slowly, he got back up, standing on his knuckles and feet, walking forward to the guard that seemed to want to say something.
Greetings. I am Aorth, I have come from the Spires for research and to seek the Seekers, he said. His voice was incredibly deep, reaching a pitch that most, if not all, other races other than Jamoura, could not. His speech was slow, as well, as if he thought about every word he spoke, though the words were more drawn out than anything.
The man at the gate regarded him with new-found knowledge, acting quite different than he had seconds before. Aorth just stood there, before the guard nodded, beaming at the creature, which Aorth returned with a rather frightening smile. [b]"Welcome to Lhavit, traveler,"[b] he said as the gates opened at a hand signal. Aorth thanked the man, before walking in, already pulling eyes to him.
Unaware to the stares, whispers, and what have you, Aorth's long strides took him easily into the city. His own eyes were looking at all of the buildings, so different than the Spires'. He knuckle-walked on, slowly now, as his eyes observed everything with intense curiosity.
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