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An inland sea created by Ivak's cataclismic fury during the Valterrian, the Suvan Sea is a major trade route and the foremost hub for piracy in Mizahar. [lore]

Night is Day Pt. II

Postby Lacerta on November 2nd, 2013, 11:25 pm

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The wind whistled through Lacerta’s ears, practically deafening her. They’d had a combination of bad wind and tides, slowing their progress abnormally. Normally, they could have been in Syliras by then, with good weather… but right now they weren’t even past Kenash… which was irritating. They might have to stop in the city for supplies, if the wind kept up. And she hated that city… all its slaves and Dynasties and the like… she simply despised it. The first time she’d visited, she’d left almost immediately, fleeing the prejudiced city within days. All the slaves simply disgusted her… she preferred free cities, and though she couldn’t entirely complain… she hated it anyways.

Apus had steadily become more and more irritable and grumpy at their delays, and at the moment he was hiding beneath deck, probably scowling at the wall. The isolation could get to some people, and he probably just really wanted to get to Syliras… but it didn’t feel like that. She couldn’t figure out his problem. If he loved the sea so much, why did he care about being late? Still, over the past two days, at the news that they were nearing Kenash, he’d become a little more excited than before. She preferred being alone on deck, however, and she could handle this herself. Though she needed to tack every so often, she could do that easily on her own. She missed the music her companion provided, the sweet notes his ceramic ocarina created. It was a little sad that he hid himself so deeply in the cabin, but… he was allowed to do his own thing. She didn’t know if he was sea sick, nor did she know if it was possible in their celestial forms… so left the man in solitude again.

She stared at the clouds, worried. They were darker than they should be, and filling the sky. She could swear a storm was coming on… and that was something she honestly didn’t feel like dealing with. There was no choice in the matter, however, and she called on the younger Eth. “Apus. There’s a storm coming… can you get on deck and help me?” She wriggled her fingers as a small drop of cold rain hit them, and winced as another splashed on her skull. They began to speed up, until it was a quick pattering that sounded almost deafening on the deck. The horned man crawled out of the cabin, glaring at the rain. “Ugh” he grumbled, his original happy demeanor gone. “More delays? Ah well…” He almost whined when he said this, but Lacerta stubbornly ignored it.

“We’re tacking to the left. Get the rope please” she said tonelessly, directing him to said cord. Without another word her companion agreed, and together, they moved the foresail from the right to the left side of the deck. Tightening it, the composer angled the ship to get the best speed possible. The annoying wind patterns would probably get worse, meaning that they would have a crazy time simply trying to go straight… great. How she wished they were near a dock, or a beach… then she could set the boat there, and wait out the rain. But she couldn’t see anything at the moment… but that wasn’t saying much, since her eyes were full of water and hair. She contemplated using her gnosis, but decided that the clouds would make it useless… she needed sun for it to work. Sighing irritably, she heaved on the wheel, adjusting the boat to stop the foresail flapping.

Apus himself was staring around at sea, a little too intense for his own good. He was probably just keeping an eye on the storm, or looking for some kind of land though. “Lacerta! Lacerta!” he shouted, pulling himself up to point. There, in the distance, was the hint of a boat… a disturbance in the rough ocean. She frowned at the shape, surprised that her friend had spotted it. “A boat…” she muttered, eyeing the vessel suspiciously. She wasn’t sure if she welcomed it though… you didn’t know who or what could be on the sea, especially so close to Kenash. She honestly didn’t trust the city. Her frown turned into a scowl, as she tried to decide… but ended up giving the decision to Zulrav. Wherever the wind took them, they would go. She shrugged, informing Apus of her decision. “We’ll just head in whatever direction we go… and see if it takes us nearby.”

After several chimes, and one more tack, they eventually neared the boat enough to glance some of the passengers. It was big, and bulky… probably sixty or even ninety feet from the length. However, what they did spot was… a person. They were standing on the bow, waving wildly at the smaller ship. “They want… help?” Apus guessed, his voice confused. Lacerta was in a similar situation. Well… if they were in trouble, she guessed they needed to help. “Let’s head over there. Tacking to the left.” They enacted the movement, pointing more towards the other ship. Lacerta leaned on the wheel, trying to get a good look at exactly where they were going. She honestly didn’t trust the ship… but she got the sense that the other Eth wanted to help… so off they went. But what two people and a tiny boat could do for such a big vessel, she didn’t know.

“Hello” was a call, faint because of the roaring wind. They could now see the waver’s face, it was full of excitement and relief. They slowly drew nearer to the other boat, and soon enough they were able to throw ropes up to its much higher deck. “You guys okay?” the musician asked, face full of worry. She watched the man tie the two boats together, before coming over to the edge. “Thank Laviku you’re here. There’s a hole in our hull… and we’re out of stuff to patch it up with. Do you happen to have any spare materials? Or someone skilled in ship repair?” The man – probably a Svefra, from his expression and eyes – sounded stressed and worried, and that emotion was reflected in his eyes. Feeling slightly useless, the older Ethaefal shrugged, but Apus quickly answered “I do! I’m a little bit of a hoppy carpenter… let us on board”
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Night is Day Pt. II

Postby Lacerta on November 3rd, 2013, 1:04 pm

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Lacerta followed Apus on boat the tall ship, climbing a provided ladder. She glanced back at her own boat wistfully, wishing she could just get on it and flee this place… it didn’t feel right. She watched the sailor with suspicion, honestly not trusting anything…. Anything at all. She spotted a man out of the corner of her eye, with something long and silver at his belt, but when she glanced to check… he was gone. The pair was led to a tall, powerful looking man with two daggers at his belt. The Ethaefal eyed this new person carefully, not wanting to be surprised. She even glanced behind her once, but didn’t see anything. It all looked harmless enough… but she liked to trust her gut feeling. Oddly enough, there wasn’t enough running around or shouting that made her think of some serious trouble. Everyone looked calm and serious… but they were probably just well trained. That was it. Well trained. Nothing to worry about.

”I hear one o’ you knows a little carpeting? We’d really ‘preciate the help if ya can.” the captain – he was obviously one – began, voice deep but emotionless. He had a sailor’s accent, but she was expecting that… most people like said captain were like that. At least he was understandable… or not speaking Fravata. She could speak it, but not entirely well… Apus nodded at the question, mentioning ”I’d love to help. What do you need doing?” He motioned for the captain to lead the way, and the burly man did so, to other sailors appearing at his sides… both armed. Moving closer to her companion, Lacerta whispered ”I don’t like this…” with a tense voice. However, her friend simply chuckled, and insisted ”It’s fine… don’t worry.” His words didn’t comfort the composer, and instead she fell further behind… in time to spot another pair of sailors at their backs. She really didn’t like that.

They reached a small room, where they eventually stopped… but it was a dead end, unlike what the flutist had been expecting, and they hadn’t gone nearly as deep. ”What do you want here…?” she asked tentatively, worry in her voice. ”So… Apus. We ‘ave a deal. Good job, too” the captain said, chuckling a little… but it wasn’t a nice chuckle. She had to stoop a little to fit under the low ceiling, and found it an incredibly awkward and unbalanced position. ”I don’t understand…” she began, but understanding was slowly beginning to come. This wasn’t right… it never had been right.

She yelped when a rough hand grabbed her neck and pulled her down, shoving her to her knees. She scrabbled at the fingers, trying to drag them away from her throat, hissing violently. ”Let me GO!” she insisted, anger filling every line of her body. However, she stopped when she felt cold, sharp metal touch her skin, and took in a sharp breath. She glanced up at Apus to see a grin… a malicious one. ”You… petcher. May Syna curse you and all you know. You are no musician, no Ethaefal! You don’t deserve those horns.” She spat at his feet, but was rewarded with a sharp blow to the head. She didn’t know exactly what they wanted with her… but she knew it wasn’t good. She really, really hated to see what would happen next.

While her hands itched to elbow the man behind her, scratch him, hit him, she resisted the urge, as the knife was ever pressed against her throat. Instead she knelt, as helpless as baby while she fumed in rage. How could he? How could Apus do that? He was her friend, the petcher… but apparently not. She spotted coins exchange hands, and watched the Ethaefal leave the small room with a jig in his step. All the while she glared holes in the man, eyes holding all the rage that filled her. She wished Syna could help her… somehow… but they were inside, with no sunlight. Suddenly, Apus poked his head back in and commented ”Keep her in sunlight, she might die after being too long in the dark.” Well… at least he cared for her personal safety… sort of.

“Don’t worry… we wouldn’t ‘urt the property… she’s too valuable.”[/b] Oh great, was she property now? A slave, apparently. Probably going to be sold at the nearest port… Kenash. She hissed quietly, growing more and more bitter. She shouldn’t have trusted Apus, shouldn’t have gone on that trip. She should have stayed on her boat. What would happen to it? ”My boat. What about my boat” she spat, glaring up at the captain. ”Your boat? Nay, it’s not yours anymore. It’s Apus’. Part o’ the deal.” He chuckled quietly, and Lacerta balked at the answer. What about her flute? The music? Was Apus taking that all away from her? He didn’t deserve the name… not at all.

“Great” she replied sarcastically, “now what?” She watched the large man carefully, and scowled as he grinned. “We’re takin’ ya to Kenash… you’ll fetch a high price there… with your pretty little horns.” Finishing the statement, he chuckled and strode out of the room. One of the sailors tied rough cords around her wrists and ankles, basically hobbling the Eth, and they left the room as well… leaving her in silence.
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Night is Day Pt. II

Postby Lacerta on November 4th, 2013, 1:42 pm

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Once left alone, Lacerta managed to shuffle herself against a wall, and think. Think things over. She tried to push the boiling anger that had surfaced away. She needed to think of this calmly. Apus had probably set up this entire thing, just to sell her. And get her ship. That was probably the hardest part. He’d taken two of her most valuable things from her… her ship, and her freedom. And she wanted revenge… but that could wait. At the moment, she needed to figure out her situation. Her wrists were tied, and so were her feet… so moving was a pain. The door was probably locked, too. However… what if she did get out of the room? There would probably be no way off. She doubted they had a lifeboat or anything… only bigger boats had that. No… right now, she was safest in this room, alone. Maybe once they got to Kenash she could plot to escape.

She frowned, wrists irritated by the rough rope. Her current problem was… the dark. There was one, small lantern that looked bolted to the wall, but that wasn’t enough. She didn’t like it here… she needed the sun. At least Apus had told her captors of that… so maybe they’d be kind enough to take her out onto deck for the day. She hated to be reliant on something like that, but was glad for the tiny kindness. They wouldn’t want to kill thousands of mizas worth of property, would they? She snorted to herself at this thought, rubbing her arms up and down irritably. Then honestly didn’t need to tie her up… like she was going to do anything. A boat was the perfect prison, for anything. Sure, you get out of your cell… but what then? Again, she hated the feeling of being helpless… but needed to put it off for now. Sighing, she rested against the wooden boards and closed her eyes. Just relax, and things would work out.

She tried to steady her breaths, breathing in… and out. In… and out. They were a little wobbly, and despite her attempts at staying calm, her heart was beating faster than usual. The adrenaline was still filling her, and she honestly felt like yelling at something… but that would be pointless. So the Ethaefal kept breathing, starting with short halting breaths, but soon enough smoothing and clearing her thoughts. Wait. All she needed to do was wait. She could wait… life on a boat got boring sometimes, so she had a long patience. And a long lifespan. She didn’t mind losing a few years… as long as Apus didn’t die on her before then. Despite her usually pacifist thoughts, she wanted revenge on that man… and her boat back.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a new sight to behold. ”Mornin’ lass” one of the sailor’s chuckled, his beard and hair looking as disgusting as possible. The other was just as gruesome. ”Captin wants us t’move ya into another room… you’ll get yer sunlight there.” He grabbed Lacerta by the back of her shirt and began dragging. She didn’t say anything, though felt a little humiliated by the treatment. Did he think she didn’t want to leave her room? That was stupid. She wanted the sunlight. She wanted to see what was going on, and she could use her mark then… there was no point hiding it, since anyone with the slightest grain of sense would spot it in a second.

Soon enough they found another room, this one smaller than the previous one. However, there was one major difference. There was a small, round hold in the furthest wall, maybe big enough to stick one arm in. However, the most amazing thing was what was coming out of the hole… sunlight. When they dumped her ungraciously onto the wooden floor, she inched herself over into the small patch of light the window provided. As small as it was, she instantly relaxed again, soaking up Syna’s light. She let her eyelids flutter closed, and activated her gnosis, almost immediately flying high above the ship. It was moving, and the storm had cleared. Vaguely, she realized she’d had a gap in her conscious during her ‘meditation’ of sorts… she’d fallen asleep. The dark clouds were gone, and Syna lit the watery world in a dim, morning light.

Lacerta watched the sailors move around on deck for a bit, feeling a little satisfied when the captain yelled at one. She didn’t like the cold, mean feeling… but accepted it. She’d probably have a bitter heart for several years to come. She moved on, watching the nearby seas for any sign of her boat… but it was already well out of her range. If she had more marks from her goddess, she may have seen further and closer, but she was content with this. It gave her a feeling of freedom, to be able to soar over the world like this… it made her feel like she wasn’t stuck inside that tiny, cramped room under the deck.

She stayed like this for several bells, watching, waiting, though mostly paying attention to the deck of the ship. After taking a glimpse at the side, she managed to barely read the large words painted in blocky letters. ‘Midnight’s Cutlass’. A fitting name for a slaver’s ship… or was it simply a pirate ship? She didn’t know. She hadn’t seen any other slaves, but they’d probably be able to get a fortune, just from her. Ethaefal were rare, and though she knew little about business… the rarer you were, the more you were worth. With her almost as rare Eypharian form, and her gnosis mark… the price would easily pass several thousand gold mizas without a second thought. She’d never handled that much gold in her entire life… even Starry Sea had been worth only half of a thousand. Never this much. It was sort of pleasing to know she would be expensive, and that she would empty her owner’s pockets just paying for her. Knowing the competitive nature of the Dynasty’s from her short visit to Kenash, she knew that the bidding would be high… every family would be jumping to take the honor of owning the Ethaefal, and use her as a display of their wealth. Great… just great.
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Night is Day Pt. II

Postby Lacerta on November 5th, 2013, 1:41 pm

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Lacerta was shaken out of her watching by a hard smack to the head. She blinked, eyes full of Syna’s light as she attempted to remember her surroundings. When her sight finally cleared, she saw one of the sailors staring down at her with a humorous smile. ”Oi, lass. Y’want dinner or no? You aint gettin anythin else today.” Blankly, the Ethaefal nodded, still not quite sure what was going on. She was passed some old biscuts and cheese - plain boat fare – and left in silence. She stared at the food for a few moments, trying to remember what was going on… she’d sort of lost herself in the soaring. Then she remembered she didn’t need food right now… just Syna’s light, but that was quickly fading. Sighing, she set aside the small meal for later, when her evening form got hungry.

Sadly, she was unable to return to the sky for the rest of the day… instead left to sit, alone, trying to stay in sight of the tiny window. She stood up once, and attempted to stare out of it, but the light was quickly fading, and she could mostly see water. However, she did spot a glimpse of the setting sun, and stared at it until Syna faded over the horizon. Soon after, she shifted forms, enjoying the convenient privacy for this time of day. Honestly… she could just imagine the sailor’s faces when they came in and found the ‘wrong’ person tied up. She didn’t feel like telling them anything, when the time came.

She leaned against the wall, in a corner, glad that only one of her three pairs of arms were tied up. It made her feel less… stuck. Basically they had turned her into one of those four armed Eypharians, rather than a six armed one. It was quite funny to think of it that way, and she grinned to herself. Feeling a little peckish, she grabbed a cracker and nibbled on it, but was careful to save the food for later. However, she quickly fell asleep, leaving this hard, painful world for one of soft dreams.

She awoke later to a yell, and blinked to find one of the sailors - the same one who’d brought her food - pointing at her in shock. It was still dark outside, and, yes, she was in her nighttime form. “Wh-wh-whaaat?” the man stuttered, until being pushed to the side by the captain, his burly form filling the doorway. “What’s the problem bout? She changes form stupid. She’ll go back in the day. Eth do that” the older man stated gruffly, and stormed out of the room. Lacerta couldn’t stop herself from chuckling quietly, but luckily… the degraded sailor didn’t here. Instead he dragged himself out of the room, still in slight shock. She actually found it quite surprising that they’d left her other two pairs of arms untied… but they probably had reasons. Instead, she sighed quietly and attempted to return to sleep… but it didn’t come, and instead she finished off her cheese and waited until Syna rose.

The rest of the days went in a similar pattern, and though she knew they were moving… it honestly didn’t feel like it. It felt like she was stuck in this room for ages on end… with no chance of exciting ever in sight. Despite her determination not to try to escape, and wait until they reached shore… she grew more and more tense with every passing bell. The little light provided wasn’t enough to make her truly happy, just enough to keep her sensible. The boredom was getting to her too… nothing interesting had happened inside or outside of the ship. And despite her intense patience… it was wearing thin. Quietly, she sighed to herself, wishing they would reach Kenash soon. And though it was probably not a good wish, considering being a slave there was much harder than being trapped here… it would put some difference in her life, other than sit, and wait.

After about seven days of sailing, she spotted something new outside of the window. Land… a port. The ship’s turns became more obvious, and she knew that they were close to Kenash. She was almost jumping with anticipation… but it wasn’t exactly a good anticipation. She didn’t exactly want to be there, she wanted to be free, but she didn’t want to be on this ship either. Overall… she wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted in general… so just let things come as they come. Soon enough, after tense waiting for probably a few bells, one of the sailors barged in… a different one from the usual man. “Up” he ordered, and was rewarded with a blank stare. Her ankles were tied, the idiot. “Untie her feet” the same man ordered, seemingly getting the same idea, and one of the smaller men scurried forward and followed the instruction. Lacerta stared at him blankly, but the sailor refused to meet her eyes. Instead, she was dragged upwards and forced to walk through the bowels of the ship.

Her legs were wobbly from lack of use, and she felt a little weak, but she managed to kepe herself vaguely upright… though she couldn’t stand at her full height, because of the short ceiling. Still, she followed the two men patiently as they led her off the ship and to… wherever they were going. Probably some auction house. The captain joined them on deck, smirking at the trapped Ethaefal. Honestly… she was just glad to be out. “Auction day’s in two days… so they’ll ‘ave time to prepare ya for yer new masters” he snorted, before stalking off the deck and onto a dock. She was used to land legs, but not to not using them for seven days straight… and that left her as unsteady as any ‘landlubber’ as the sailors would say.
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Night is Day Pt. II

Postby Poppy on November 8th, 2013, 3:58 am

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...because you've EARNED it!

Lacerta :
+4 Observation
+1 Sailing
+1 Planning

Kenash: City of Slaves & Dynasty
Approaching a Suspicious Vessel
Apus: Betrayer
Being Sold Out
Always Trust Your Instincts
Being Hobbled
Rarity Determines Worth
Anticipating Slavery


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I had to go find part 1! :P Enjoyable read - thanks!


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