48th of Winter, 514A.V.
The first thing he noticed was that the ground beneath him was solid and cold, something he was grateful for as he leaned his pounding head against it. Where was he? He had been in Sunberth, no, Zeltiva last he remembered. Urgh, why was it so cold? Reluctantly sitting up, Eleazar regretted opening his eyes. The beautiful light of an autumn sunset burned his tired eyes terribly. Squinting and blinking for a few minutes, he realised he was firstly not in Zeltiva and secondly part way up a mountain from a huge river. Trying not to panic and failing, the Sunberthian's mind ran though what it had last known.
His apartment's roof had caved in, luckily when he had been out, finally giving Jillene a reason to kick him out and with that losing one of his last connections to his mother. Now he had nothing but her ring and a grave to remember her by. Biting his lip at the thought, his memories cycled on. An impulsive boat trip and a stupid bet with a Zeltivan over who could chug three bottles of rum quicker. Ha, he couldn't even remember who won. There was something about giant birds too, he might have imagined that bit but how else could he ended up where ever he was.
Stretching, Eleazar checked himself over. He still had his rings and his raggity bag of possessions on him. Another quick check confirmed he also still had his money and that nobody had taken his passing out as an opportunity to rob him. Shivering as a gust of wind blew through the holes in his coat, the thief took his advantage of his position away from the main track to quickly change into his better set of clothes. Now slightly warmer, Eleazar picked himself up and joined a small group of foreigners talking to a man outside a shack.
It wasn't long before the still partially drowsy sunberthian found himself, uncomfortably clinging on for dear life to a giant goat of some sort. Whatever that Zeltivan had served him hadn't been rum or at least it wasn't all rum, the sneaky vagik. Though some part of his brain told him that the giant bird riders might to blame. Either way the fur beneath him was warm if greasy and he didn't have to walk. Risking a glance downwards, the notion of just letting himself fall off the path and fly with the cold air crossed his mind. Eleazar didn't have time to act on this notion as his mouth was too busy hanging open at what he saw when they rounded the next turn.
Sweet mizas. Where the petch was he? The gate, if it could be recognised as that, in front of him was beautiful. It was also huge. Gaping like a fish, Eleazar nearly did fall off the goat when it stopped. Staggering off the creature, he couldn't seem to stop gawking at the structure. It certainly made Sunberth's buildings feel small. Shouting out a quick thank you to the owner of the goats, that judging by his bewilldered expression he like the others in the group didn't understand past the accent, Eleazar set off towards the two meat walls guarding the city. Eyeing one smiling guard then the other, he flinched when the first one spoke.
"Hail, what brings you to Lhavit?"
“Umm...Peace? At least peace o' mind.”He answered them slowly, remembering to try to match the way they spoke least they misunderstand him. The guard exchanged a look and let him past. About to step off into the city, the Sunberthian remembered something.
“Don't suppose ya- you two would know where a good place to spend 'e night is? Or if 'er- there is any place around that is 'ir- hiring?”“You'll want to speak to the folks up at the Cosmos Centre. Once you've entered the city turn left. You won't miss it.”
Smiling thanks at the guard, Eleazar cautiously entered Lhavit.
OOCA general sum up on what happened to Elea: he left sunberth via boat and landed in Zeltiva, got very drunk and then got a windeagle flight over to Lhavit during which he may have been offered some drugs by the Inarta. He then, upon arriving, wondered off and passed out. I doubt he has been out for more than a bell. Just incase it wasn't clear to anyone what was going onCredit for boxcode goes to Firenze