Completed Blackened waves

Penny comes home to find a congregation of strangers and friends alike, all dressed in black.

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

Blackened waves

Postby Penny Noor on November 17th, 2017, 2:33 pm

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Summer 42nd 509AV
Late evening
Noor family home


Penny had come home that day to an awful lot of visitors. Some whom she did instantly recognise though the rain drop laiden window. Others whom she had not. It was a strange sight to come to. Her home, once a peaceful abode, was not bustling with life of a certain morose kind. A gloom hang over every single person there. It was painted on their faces, in their tears. Many wore black and even those dock workers like Jager and Miles, whom Penny often chatted to when waiting at the docks for her father’s ship to appear on the horizon, took a little more care in their appearance than the usual undyed linen shirts Penny was so used to seeing them wear. Miles even wore a hat.

The girl hesitated before knocking on her own front door. Something hadn’t felt right. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out the purpose of this visit by so vary many people but what else was she to do? It was late. Mama was expecting her before lights out.

Alas she whacked the cast iron knocker on the wood free times before finding the door unlocked, pushing it slowly ajar and walking into a room full and all eyes on her. She grasped at her wrist, uneasy, uncertain and uncomfortable. “Good evening.” she muttered, watching the crowd part to reveal her mother, sitting on the bed in fits of tears.

Penny immediately ran over to the woman, grasping her by the hands and kneeling on one knee before her. “What’s wrong, mama?” she pleaded, her voice shaking. Vailena was not a woman for such public spectacles of emotions. Penny had only seen her cry twice and never had it been over something small. If her mother was crying, especially in front of all those people, Penny was certain that only one thing could be the cause of her tears… something had happened to her father.

Quickly she banished the thought from her mind as she had done every time his ship had gotten held up at it’s destination or sailed through a treacherous storm only to return later than expected. Being a daughter of a sailor meant she couldn't let the ‘what if’s and ’but’s bother her. She had to keep faith that he would return in one peace as he always did.

Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was a well dressed gentleman in a black frock coat and a top hat. “Are you miss Penelope Noor?” he asked. She looked between him and her mother who nodded, still sobbing frantically into a tissue. “I have some awful news child. Truly terrible. There’s been a storm in the Suvan some good 35 days ago. Your father’s ship was caught in it.”

“But he’s alright? He’s back in Alvadas!.” Penny interrupted him abruptly. She didn’t want to hear the rest of what he had to say. A pump in her throat built the size of a large apple and her eyes filled with tears for she knew what he was going to say next. She knew it but she did not want to hear it. “He’s fine.”
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Blackened waves

Postby Penny Noor on November 17th, 2017, 2:54 pm

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The man shook his head solemnly.

Korim Noor was universally liked. The man hadn’t an ill willed bone in him. He was a loving and attentive father. A generous and gracious friend. There was nothing more that he loved than being among kindred souls and he found many of them at the docks. And now they all came to pay respects to the family he left behind in his name. No matter how many times Penny had envisioned this moment in her worst nightmares, she could not have been prepared to hear out the black clad man’s words.

“There’s no easy way to say this my child. The ship’s wreck was recovered. All aboard perished. I’m truly sorry. My condolences to your and your mother, truly.”


Penny could hear the man’s voice tear up as the words left his tongue. The remorse he must have felt saturated every single one of them. She looked up at his mustached face and saw that this eyes and nose were red from what it could only have seemed like days and days of crying. Perhaps he lost family in the wreckage too. Perhaps he had known Korim and mourned his death along with the Noors.

“Was the body found”
Penny swallowed, the words barely leaving her lips.

“What was that, dear?”

“Was the body… my father’s body recovered?”
she asked a little louder. The sorrow in her voice turned to anger. She felt too much pain, too much disbelief that such bad luck could have befallen her, to let the emotions truly sink in. And so the loss she left turned to rage. Rage at the ocean, rage at Laviku, rage at her father himself for leaving them alone when he needed him most. “Did you bring it home to Alvadas to bury him?”

He understood the child’s rage. He truly did for the man had lost his own son in the storm, whose first time it was on such a long voyage, having joined Korim’s crew but merely a season ago. A son barely older than Penny was. The man too wanted to scream and curse at the heavens for taking his boy away but he was not to tell Penny of his sorrow. He figured the girl and her newly widowed mother had enough pain of their own to deal with.

And so instead of engaging the girl in shouting and yelling he simply shed a tear and spoke as calmly as his shaken, elderly body could handle. “Many bodies were lost. Some were recovered but your father was not among them.”

“So there’s still a chance he might live?!”
she cried.

“No.” it broke his heart to destroy her hopes but he understood that giving her false ones would only hurt the girl more. “It’s been over 35 days, my dear. We’ve scoured the Suvan with the help of Zvefra. We’ve contacted authorities in Riverfal and Syliras to ask if anyone had seen any survivors of the wreckage.”

Penny crumbled. Tears ran down her cheek. She still didn’t want to believe him but the way he looked at her, the way everyone had looked at her ensured her that this one time it was no dream, no illusion no matter how much she wished for it to be.
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Blackened waves

Postby Penny Noor on November 17th, 2017, 3:06 pm

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It was Miles who came to the weeping girl’s rescue, handing her his embroidered handkerchief for the girl to wipe her eyes with. “We’re makin’ him and the others a little ceremony, Penny. Ya know, to remember the old man as he was, aren’t we, boys?”

“Aye”
came a unanimous cry from all the dock workers who stepped forward to make their presence known. They all wanted Korim’s daughter and widow to know they share in their loss. Everyone would miss the old sailor. Everyone wanted to pay their respects.

Penny couldn't quite believe how many people there were. The little hovel couldn't quite fit them all. Much like sardines in a tin they squeezed together. She looked around and truly did she appreciate the presence of every single one of them/ nothing anyone could say would bring her father back but it did warm her heart to know no one would forget him. Too was she thankful for their efforts. Some brought flowers, others talked in detail of how they were doing to do this funeral ceremony and what they will say when the time comes. Miles and Jager were the first ones to start reminiscing all of the many adventures the shared with Korim and Penny had cried right though every single story.

Vailena wrapped her arms around her daughter and held her on her lap like she had so many times before when Penny was but a little girl. And now, almost a woman, she hadn’t needed her mother any less than when she was a child. The atmosphere turned from gloom to a certain sense of family. Everyone cried and those who hadn’t most likely saved their tears til they could return home and mourn their dead in private. Every single soul that evening had lost someone precious in the Blackened waves.
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