(Open) The Arrival

[Rothyr Windbourne]

The Arrival
16th day of Fall, AV 512
Alvadas, Kalea

The sixteen days had passed without much event. Rothyr spent most of his time down below the docks keeping his horse, Windlass, company. There were several other horses on the ship as well, though, so he found them keeping him company more than the other way around. Rothyr watched Syliras sink into the distance, along with the Eventide outpost and that old battlefield where blood was shed in the late summer. He saw the southern coast he had traveled while making his way north to the city, that season ago where the blood still pounded in his head at the shedding of blood days before. His life was once dull and dreary, very simple, but over the course of a few days it all changed completely. His pavilion and entire family died on the steppe, and he rode north to Syliras, and lived quietly only to join the Sylirans on a campaign and more killing.

He did not come to Kalea to escape the bloodshed of his past, no, he came for more adventure. Killing is no stranger to a survivor. As a hunter, he had to kill or be killed or die of hunger, and in killing a foe in self defense it made little difference. There was plenty out there that would want to kill a human, Drykas, Akalak, or anything that wandered on two feet. The deciding factor was 'can you kill it first?'

The boat finally found land in Alvadas after what had seemed to be ages, and Rothyr was glad to be off the boat. He took Windlass's reins with joy, and the two walked down into the port, watching the people, seeing how they acted. He found it odd that the city never seemed to hold the same appearance twice and had to double check a few places he had looked to see if it was the same as before. He found he did not care for the city much, and decided he would not stay long. He would find somewhere else to travel to, and ought to ask around about other locales to visit. He found his way to a crossroads, and stood there with Windlass, looking around at someone he might be able to talk to, or travel with. He had heard the Isur of Sultros made fantastic weaponry, and that the people of Wind Reach rode eagles! Being a Drykas, this made him curious. He wondered what similarities the people of Wind Reach might share with his own.

So he stood, and waited, and watched, and wondered what may come next...

[Nas]

Down the port the old nuit wached the new arrivals coming from the port perhaps one day i should start travelling again he remembered travelling on the ships most going around the whole mizahar visiting Zeltiva and the isle of the dead Mura was one of the best travels he had. As he was watching the people come and go from the alley he noted a rider hrm a horse few are willing to have them out in the sea or take them by boat unless he is very rich? but he carries enought stuff packed so he must be a traveller someone richer would propably rent a house or room in the inn plus he is armed remind me more of a drykas than anything else he also noted his body was well built definitely not your average traveller notheless this was interesting and it would be better to speak to him than waste his time watching. Nas left the alley as he walked towards the rider he hoped his remembered his Pavi well and that the traveller was indeed a drykas lets see if i guessed correctly "Hail traveller are you new around here?" .

[Tainon]

Tainon was standing on a street across the port, his arms crossed and he appeared to be lost in thought. He was leaning against a wall of some shop. Luckily, the owners hadn’t noticed yet, because they would surely send him away from their property. Today, he was wearing dark blue shirt and black trousers. His hair was disheveled and he was wearing slight stubble.

He watched, as a boat came into the port and wanted to do nothing more than to jump on board, but he knew that he had a lot of things to prepare for the travels. At home, he had prepared a sword, some clothes and some food to take it with him. And he didn’t want to go all alone. He wouldn’t admit it, but the venture scared him a little. He had never been away from home alone.

After a while, he pushed himself away from the wall and slowly began to make his way towards the port, watching all travelers closely.

[Rothyr Windbourne]

The figure before him seemed to appear out of nowhere. There was something off about him, something unnerving, particularly since the being spoke a language he had not heard in quite awhile. This man, if it were a man for he seemed to be no Drykas, spoke the language of his people, Pavi. It had been awhile since he had spoken the tongue, but after jogging his mind a bit he was able to formulate a response.

“Yes, I am new here. I came here from Syliras, and to Syliras from Cyphrus,” He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully, “I am Rothyr, who are you?”

He took another look around. This was an unusual place for him. He was sure, as in most any port around, vagabonds preyed on people straight off the boats. Enthused to be off that floating hell of confinement, would they not make easy pickings? He kept his guard, and spoke briefly.

“Do you need something, friend?” He asked, still unsure of this new visitor.

[Tainon]

Tainon was quite startled when some man addressed him. And he thought that he was being inconspicuous. He put his arms behind his back and straightened, as though he was speaking to a military commander. This was maybe the effect that the port had on him. “I am very sorry if I am bothering you. I am only looking for some traveler, who would go to Sultros.” He told him very formally. He hoped that the man wouldn’t be too angry at him. He looked like an experienced traveler and the Isur didn't know what to expect from him. He eyed him, unsure, and then asked: "Do you perhaps happen to know someone?"

OOC :

Sorry for this extra short post, but I hope that this moves things forward a little

[Rothyr Windbourne]

"Sultros, eh?" He eyed the man up and down, was this man an Isur? To seek a companion to the city of the Isur? He had heard their weaponry was legendary, some of the best available. Maybe this man had connections there, and he might find one at a decent price, or maybe even receive one as a gift for some service. The Isur seemed a trustworthy sort, rather brash and straightforward but that could be a common trait of the Isur, this would be the first one he'd met thus far in his life. Seeing the Isur was shorter than he, but powerfully built like a brick, Rothyr decided to take his chances, seeing that he could do worse for a traveling companion. He reckoned the Isurian would be handy in a fight.

"I reckon I might find know of someone heading in that direction," he said cautiously, not giving away anything, any sort of hint at his intentions while trying to gauge what the Isur wanted, "What takes you in that ways, friend?"

[Tainon]

When he heard that the man knew someone who was going to Sultros, Tainon’s heart leaped. Small smile appeared on his lips and he answered. “I want to go to Sultros, because I would like to become a Hammer. And also because I was born there and I would like to see the place again.” He shrugged. “And partly because I want to get away from this city. It’s beginning to get on my nerves.” He admitted reluctantly. He shuffled his feet and waited for a while, not wanting to sound too eager and then he asked. “So, could you show me the person, please?” He looked around, then snapped his gaze to the man again and patiently waited for his answer, even though inside he was burning with anticipation.

[Shyam Kuromiya]

Laying down on a roof Shyam contemplated taking a ship out of Mizahar. He needed to find something and while this city had given him much, he had still not found what he was looking for. He bathed in the sunlight and soaked up the warmth, feeling warmer inside and out. The sun always made him feel better. Usually he ignored what was going on below him but the familiar voice that he heard snapped him to attention. Getting up slowly he moved to the edge of the building he was lying upon. It would be bad if the shopkeeper found him, but he would cross that bridge when he got to it. Shyam watched the short parley between the people on the street. He recognized Nas, who he had not seen in awhile. The other two people were strangers to him. One was a mix of two races, and the other seemed to be an Isur. He was too lazy to try and figure out what the mix was so he disregarded it for now. He hoped that they had not noticed him and making sure that he didn't make too much noise he sat down on the edge of the roof, with his legs dangling down and watched the 3 men/creatures interact.

[Rothyr Windbourne]

"A hammer? Like, the tool?" Rothyr asked, not knowing who they were. Had he known the Hammers were the premier blacksmiths of the Isur people, he would have taken the lad in right away, but he did not know who they were. No, he would bait the Isur further, trying to learn as much of this newcomer as possible.

"You're rare-large enough to be a hammer yourself, punch the nails hard enough and I'm sure you'd do just fine." He spoke in a manner that was quasi-insulting but he was only jesting, he meant no ill-will it was simply his way, "Anywho, this person I know who seeks passage through Sultros is very dear to me. You don't plan on waylaying them, robbing them, killing them or other such nonsense, do you?"

He took on a very serious tone, eyeing the lad straight in the eyes as he spoke intensely, "Give me your word you're up to no trouble, and I'll introduce ye."

[Tainon]

He smiled at the man's guess, what the Hammer is. "Hammers are the elite fighters of the kingdom. My father was once a Hammer, so I want to follow him." The Isur stated. "And I swear not to atack or rob the person in any way. I give you my word." He added.

He was more and more jittery as the seconds ticked by. Would the man really take him to the person? Or was he going to atack him when he gets the information from him? Why was he stretching it? Well, he would have to wait and see.

OOCSorry for the long wait. My job kept me busy...