5th of spring.
“Huh, well this is interesting…” Kreig thought as he sat at the edge of the pier, not just any old piere though but a particular ratty one from bloody ol’ Sunberth. He could see the hazard that was its old floor boards threatening to break off at any moment, dropping him to an unsavory death below to the rocky waters that happened to be the sea gods domain. He almost wanted to get up and walk away but then he noticed something odd about all this ‘ Where’s the creakin’ sound?’ Sunberth’s port was old and rotten, sure it frequently got fixed up but there was no doubt about its shoddy workmanship, always there was a sense of dread when you walked overs it broken floorboards but as he sat here…. He heard nothing, not even a whine of complaint of its own weight. In fact the whole thing felt positively solid.
He turned around to look at just why that is and well….it was interesting to say the least as he looked at the sights of the building and roads behind him “ An’ here I thought I was too broke to buy myself ale yesterday….” The architecture was quite odd, as if someone brought three different cities and mashed them together to create something that a 2-year old child would be flabbergasted at the anarchic melding of it all. The Sunberth buildings were quite prominent on one side really, its dirty paths and whatever passed as roads littering the ground in comparison to the disciplined and orderly corridors of the Syliran walls that he’d come to know for more than a year or so. The walls were somehow large and spacious rather than the usual choking confines one grows accustomed to in a castle that held thousands among thousands of citizens however with some sunberthian buildings and other foreign architecture seemingly melding into them, leaving only the front of these buildings entirely visible and side by side by the doors that led into the homes and shops of Syliran citizens.
He wondered about the foreign architecture however….. It was definitely not Kenashian, much of that was certain but somehow there was some weird familiarity. As if related to something or someone he should know “ Shyke, maybe I’m actually dead and this is some odd form of afterlife in which I am to earn my penance?” It seemed like a definite possibility though he knew how highly unlikely that was. He debated to himself whither he should go and explore really, to discover more about this odd realm his mind had cooked up… but in fact he didn’t have much of a choice as his feet began to move of their own violation; Perhaps curiosity had gotten the best of him and so he went forward? At least that’s the hope he held as moved further, unaware of what or who he will find….
“I wonder if I can get drunk in a dream…” It would be something to be heavily tested if he encountered a bottle of ale somewhere.
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“Huh, well this is interesting…” Kreig thought as he sat at the edge of the pier, not just any old piere though but a particular ratty one from bloody ol’ Sunberth. He could see the hazard that was its old floor boards threatening to break off at any moment, dropping him to an unsavory death below to the rocky waters that happened to be the sea gods domain. He almost wanted to get up and walk away but then he noticed something odd about all this ‘ Where’s the creakin’ sound?’ Sunberth’s port was old and rotten, sure it frequently got fixed up but there was no doubt about its shoddy workmanship, always there was a sense of dread when you walked overs it broken floorboards but as he sat here…. He heard nothing, not even a whine of complaint of its own weight. In fact the whole thing felt positively solid.
He turned around to look at just why that is and well….it was interesting to say the least as he looked at the sights of the building and roads behind him “ An’ here I thought I was too broke to buy myself ale yesterday….” The architecture was quite odd, as if someone brought three different cities and mashed them together to create something that a 2-year old child would be flabbergasted at the anarchic melding of it all. The Sunberth buildings were quite prominent on one side really, its dirty paths and whatever passed as roads littering the ground in comparison to the disciplined and orderly corridors of the Syliran walls that he’d come to know for more than a year or so. The walls were somehow large and spacious rather than the usual choking confines one grows accustomed to in a castle that held thousands among thousands of citizens however with some sunberthian buildings and other foreign architecture seemingly melding into them, leaving only the front of these buildings entirely visible and side by side by the doors that led into the homes and shops of Syliran citizens.
He wondered about the foreign architecture however….. It was definitely not Kenashian, much of that was certain but somehow there was some weird familiarity. As if related to something or someone he should know “ Shyke, maybe I’m actually dead and this is some odd form of afterlife in which I am to earn my penance?” It seemed like a definite possibility though he knew how highly unlikely that was. He debated to himself whither he should go and explore really, to discover more about this odd realm his mind had cooked up… but in fact he didn’t have much of a choice as his feet began to move of their own violation; Perhaps curiosity had gotten the best of him and so he went forward? At least that’s the hope he held as moved further, unaware of what or who he will find….
“I wonder if I can get drunk in a dream…” It would be something to be heavily tested if he encountered a bottle of ale somewhere.
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