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A Searat in Trouble [Open]

Postby Krogan Plank on March 21st, 2011, 4:30 pm

Day 24, AV 511 spring


Krogan walked the piers of the harbor, gazing longingly at each ship he passed. He missed the sea. Whenever he strolled along the coastline, the wind in his hair and the smell of kelp always reminded him. It brought some of the past back to him to stand there and look at the horizon distantly, reliving the golden days at sea.

In his stroll he stopped to look at one of the ships more closely. It was a fine and grand galley, with mighty masts and exquisitive hull. Krogan was dazzled as he inspected its remarkable details. He could almost hear the sails go out and catch the wind whenever this ship was to leave port.

The sailor turned around and started walking again, when his left wooden leg suddenly made a deeper fall through the pier. Krogan let out a roar of shock as his leg suddenly cut through the wood to his knee.
He looked down to see he had stomped into a gap in the planks, just wide enough to keep hold of his wooden leg. He tried to plant his right foot on the pier, but was forced to remain on his knees as the wooden leg was stuck too tight between the planks. Krogan cursed and swore fiercely, pushing and struggling to get out -- but to no seemable avail.

He could not help but wonder, as he frustratedly pulled and pushed to get out, if he would manage to get free before anyone saw him. But after a while, he started wishing for someone to help him - as much as he hated admitting it to himself.
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Postby Skadi Trinketsnatch on March 21st, 2011, 7:31 pm

It was a wandering day. On days such as these Skadi listened to the wind, and followed it. And so it was that he found himself on the pier.

The typical hustle and bustle of the docks was as ever present as always; Skadi liked being in places where everyone was busy. They were often the best sort of places. Today, however, he felt called to find solace away from noise. He flew to a dock with only one or two people on it.

He perched on the side of the platform, and peeked down at the fish below. The sun shone off their backs, glittering and sparkling through the water. Each looked like a priceless silver trophy.

Suddenly, he heard a crashing behind him, followed by cursing. He hopped around, finding a man with his leg broken through a gap in the planks of the dock. Even more strange, the leg was made of wood itself. Skadi had never understood why people did this.

Skadi alighted on a nearby post, watching as the man struggled to free his wooden leg. He cocked his head to the side, entertained.

Stumpy-man is stuck, stuck!
Stumpy-man has no luck, luck!
Stumpy stumpy stumpy!
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Postby Krogan Plank on March 21st, 2011, 9:24 pm

Krogan turned his head as he heard the chirping of a bird. He narrowed his eyes as he regarded the little winged creature, sitting there ever so comfortably and watching him.

As ridiculous as it seemed, he was certain it mocked him. It taunted him. The pirate was filled with anger, wanting nothing more than putting his hands around its scrawny neck and twisting it. A vicious sneer left his mouth as he glared at it.

Krogan looked around and found a broken piece of wood. He picked it up, weighed it in his hand, then looked at the bird again. No one should mock him without expecting payback. Not even a bird.

As if feigning fascination with the piece of wood, he suddenly rose (as much as he could) and drawed his arm back, before he violently threw the little piece of plank after the pestering animal.
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Postby Skadi Trinketsnatch on March 21st, 2011, 10:23 pm

Skadi was onto the man's trick. Humans had a way of slowing and gentling slightly right before they struck at animals; it worked on some, but not on a clever bird like him, of course.

Delighted, Skadi burst into the air, flying in circles above throw range and loudly singing "Stumpy", inventing new verses which made progressively impressive inferences about the pirate's lineage, particularly his maternal side.
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Postby Krogan Plank on March 21st, 2011, 10:47 pm

Krogan was seething with irritation. That damnable bird just did not know when to stop. It kept speaking in verses, but he understood no words as anger blocked everything in his head.

"Blasted pipsqueak" he hissed hoarsely through gritted teeth.

He took his hat and flailed it around him in an attempt to shoo the critter off. It kept flying in circles around him, as a fly sticking close to a rotten body. This was one of the first images that came to his mind, as he had seen this sight before quite a few times.

"Begone! Go back to whatever twisted hell ye spawned from." he spoke in an aggrivated manner. A moment after weariness overcome him, as he started using the hat to bask air to his face instead.
This day was just getting worse by the hour.
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Postby Lux on July 2nd, 2011, 1:42 am

The shallow hiss of breaking waves synchronized with the gentle tune coiling about from pursed lips. A symphony of solidarity, uncontrolled and untamed by naught but it's origin. This was later joined by the soft rythmic chimes and clanks of a set of keys or tools, both fashioned of a presumably iron substance. Hanging loosely from the thinned slurr of stitched fabric (Her pocket) Lux delicately danced from plank to plank with a solid and singular ''Thunk'' To each landing of a graceful air.

She was not unfamiliar to Zeltiva, she'd been there a few months give or take the slip of pligrimages outside city walls, and yet tonight of all nights she seemed to know it best. Unshackled and unburdened by that which lay a few miles north, she smiled crookedly at her contorted reflection, truely content with that which was so often denied; Freedom. It was the first
escapade of the fortnight, and thustly the breaking of fresh air washed down two weeks worth of stale oxygen from her throat. Clean and replenished, she felt no such need to hide from the world. Thustly, two small clumsily carved hands lifted, spindle like fingers unhatching her hood from atop ivory hair, illuminated by the shallow light. Slipping said fingertips into her pockets, she smoothened them over the slim body of stones she'd been collecting about her temporary confinement, for the past weeks endurance. Skimming it along the water, she counted the plunges, shattering the otherwise unblemished surface, thustly loosening silver scales from fixed positions.

Evening drawing closer, she slipped out of her shoddy boots, spreading and arching her toes to the cold planks beneath her, before raising herself atop one of the many uniformed wooden boat-ties. Standing atop it, her chest heaved lowly as her arms outstretched, a gentle sway untangling the leaves from the knots of her hair, and scattering them aside. The rustling ceased
in a matter of moments, before Lux's eyes peeled open to the sound of a disgruntled voice. Her face tilting from the light, her sihlouetted features, had they been illuminated, would have demonstrated not fear but attentive caution. Hasity stepping down from her perch, she stooped to lift her boots and unhooked a near by lantern, incase light should evade her. Her toes planting one before the other, she padded her way across the damp wood, low in the light.

She knew the world to be watchful, and thustly, she flicked her hood up once more. To her delight, or subtle disappointment, the sound was from that of a disgruntled gentleman, and a somewhat aggrivated bird over head. Her shoulders roundly fell with a gentle exhale, as she pursed her lips crookedly to extinguish the lamp light. She moved closer with caution, planting her boots aside the lamp before standing erect afore the gentleman, offering a small pale hand. ''You seem to be in need of assistance.'' Her sharpened features demonstrated that indeed she was both a kelvic, and fragile. Her voice decorated in a youthful tone, niavety was complacent in her form, and replaced more so with a removed sense of establishment. Lux was to be who she envisioned herself, and yet she was also to know her place (As demonstrated by the rope burns about her wrists). Though the markings of her wrists were no more than a few callouses and blisters, they prooved irritable as she hastily and anxiously covered them with a subtle scratch.

She lightened her features and withdrew her hood to reveal an ivory knotted bundle of hair, astrew with a rare owl feather or two. She wished not to be percieved as a threat, and thustly knelt to his level, offering what she could muster as a crookedly lit smile. She knew not of the mans reasoning for the situation or indeed his violent disposition toward others and yet, she saw within him a stubborn cry for assistance. Acknowledging this she lightened as her voice cooed gently into the whistling wind:

''You don't have to accept. For I am a stranger. But my name is Lux, and if you'd let me, I should like to help with that..leg of yours.''
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