Minnows
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Beyond the Wild
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Gladwell
Signal Seeker and Writer of Names
Three years and three months ago, my life suddenly changed. An epidemic ravaged my town and left me with nothing but the burnt bodies of my parents, my younger sister and the woman I'd ever be able to love. My name is Alpha, I grew up in a small estate that doesn't exist anymore. I am the clan now, it's eldest and youngest. My parents left me with land and a question. A burning question that I don't seem to be able to answer no matter how hard I try. Why am I alive? It feels like the machinery of the world had made a mistake, left a single survivor in what was supposed to be death's ultimate embrace on a forgotten little community. I am alone and no answer in the world could ever change that. I didn't wanna die nor did I want to find out a generic reason for why life had taken everything from me. Care and compassion for others I didn't have. So I did the one thing a man with nothing to lose could do. I started the journey to the west. Travelled over mountains and deserts, looking for the edge of the world. Journeying to lose my past, to forget my pains and become someone else. Finally, I reached the end of the world. An ocean deeper than anything I imagined. Here I stand.
Day 1.
I spent the whole day looking for sailors and beast hunters. If this expedition was gonna go anywhere, we needed atleast a small fleet. Hunters and sailors where cheap enough, but getting them armed and ready for a trip this far would cost everything my family ever owned and it might end up costing me even more. The captains of several trading vessels agreed to accept me as their admiral for the course of this journey. This wasn't a discovery mission of sorts, the only goal of this trip was for me to reach either the ends of civilization or a land far from anything I'd seen to this point. Many had tried before, but this was the first time a sorcerer had ever managed to cross the lands to the west. Around here, magic was rare. Ancestral magic, the one capable of dominating the land, was unique. The Ancestral wars had left the east almost entirely devoid of human life and the western lands devoid of any magic.
Day 1.
I spent the whole day looking for sailors and beast hunters. If this expedition was gonna go anywhere, we needed atleast a small fleet. Hunters and sailors where cheap enough, but getting them armed and ready for a trip this far would cost everything my family ever owned and it might end up costing me even more. The captains of several trading vessels agreed to accept me as their admiral for the course of this journey. This wasn't a discovery mission of sorts, the only goal of this trip was for me to reach either the ends of civilization or a land far from anything I'd seen to this point. Many had tried before, but this was the first time a sorcerer had ever managed to cross the lands to the west. Around here, magic was rare. Ancestral magic, the one capable of dominating the land, was unique. The Ancestral wars had left the east almost entirely devoid of human life and the western lands devoid of any magic.
Minnows
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I wonder if people look out at the bay, I mean really look. The way the sun sprays its light over the ocean like dancing stars among the crystal water. The sound of gulls searching for food, the smell of fresh salt water, and the feeling of freedom. There is something special about this coast. Though the rest of the world is cruel and dangerous, I can find a sort of peace in this place. Like a sanctuary or something. I sell my services on occasion, but for not much more than a fishing expedition. But I would give anything for a sort of adventure. My boat is not quite a ship but she’s my pride, my family. She is my mother, my father, my siblings. Everything I should have had, but more. Not quite the adventuring type, though. Sometimes I dream of things like that; I dream that she can withstand anything, and sometimes I wake believing that she actually can. But I’ve seen ships sail out into storms and never come back… ships much stronger than my humble boat.
A small boat for a small girl they used to say. But they were all idiots, the lot of them. Me and Raven here, we’ve outlasted them all. I trace my fingers along the old dark wood. Black as night, like the feathers of the dark bird. I named her right. Ravens are lean and agile and smart. Yes, she and I have become one, I think. The men used to make fun of us. They used to laugh and joke and make their fun. They used to act tough, but they came and went, and new ones came again. And they found a sort of respect for me. I feel my lips curl into a small smile, thinking about how things used to be, and how things are now.
“What’r you smilin’ ‘bout so early in the mornin’ lil’ flowr?” Yoren’s thick souled boots sounded like thunder on the old wood of the dock. He captains the Nenya, a magnificent ship graced with rich dark wood, almost as dark as the Raven, and beautiful faded sails that yellow with age. His experience shows in that ship. An old beauty she is, named after a mythical god from the ancient days. He always calls me that… Little flower. An ironic name, I think, not very clever ‘cause my name’s just Lilly, but I like it all the same.
“Jus’ Thinkin’” My voice is almost as coarse as his. I suppose it could be weathered and worn from all the sea salt I’m breathing. He smiles back at me. Through that coarse black beard of his, he has cheeks red as a rose, the smile clear in his cheerful eyes; a look he saves just for me. He lets loose a bellowing laugh
“You’re always thinkin’ aren’t ya?” He chuckles some more before passing through. “Be on your watch, lass. There’s a storm comin’” he says before the sounds of his boots on the wood fade away.
[sorry took so long, xD got carried away]
A small boat for a small girl they used to say. But they were all idiots, the lot of them. Me and Raven here, we’ve outlasted them all. I trace my fingers along the old dark wood. Black as night, like the feathers of the dark bird. I named her right. Ravens are lean and agile and smart. Yes, she and I have become one, I think. The men used to make fun of us. They used to laugh and joke and make their fun. They used to act tough, but they came and went, and new ones came again. And they found a sort of respect for me. I feel my lips curl into a small smile, thinking about how things used to be, and how things are now.
“What’r you smilin’ ‘bout so early in the mornin’ lil’ flowr?” Yoren’s thick souled boots sounded like thunder on the old wood of the dock. He captains the Nenya, a magnificent ship graced with rich dark wood, almost as dark as the Raven, and beautiful faded sails that yellow with age. His experience shows in that ship. An old beauty she is, named after a mythical god from the ancient days. He always calls me that… Little flower. An ironic name, I think, not very clever ‘cause my name’s just Lilly, but I like it all the same.
“Jus’ Thinkin’” My voice is almost as coarse as his. I suppose it could be weathered and worn from all the sea salt I’m breathing. He smiles back at me. Through that coarse black beard of his, he has cheeks red as a rose, the smile clear in his cheerful eyes; a look he saves just for me. He lets loose a bellowing laugh
“You’re always thinkin’ aren’t ya?” He chuckles some more before passing through. “Be on your watch, lass. There’s a storm comin’” he says before the sounds of his boots on the wood fade away.
[sorry took so long, xD got carried away]
Gladwell
Signal Seeker and Writer of Names
Day 4
Finally the fleet was preparing to leave after finishing negotiations with both arcane and sailor guilds. It wasn't easy to find an entire entire covenant of witches and warlocks willing to cover the trip. There's only so much a single mind was able to bear and he simply didn't know what to expect from the trip. Death by an endless dark pit or a new beginning where the world is at an end. Loneliness had been his only companion over the time of his journey. For the first time, he remembered his time in the desert with more than disdain. He remembered the lonesome sand wolves stepping over the dunes almost dangerously close to me in the late afternoon, the hardships of creating a safe circle in the few minutes in-between unbearable heat and deadly cold. How many times did he see his mother's comforting face? The smell of the main kitchen being directed like an orchestra. He'd learned to hate the memory of those most beloved to him in those days, but now, now everything was different. He was gonna be bound to interact with the same people for several weeks. It was funny though, after this long a trip, neither the possibility of life nor that of death truly felt like an end. Maybe he'd never been alone after all. Could it be that Fate had always kept a hand on his shoulder this whole time?
The dark leather jacket of the arcane guild had began with preparations on all ships, protection spells and such required rituals to be kept over longer periods of time. At least for them. I spent the whole day walking silently around the docks. Everybody was too busy to notice me. That is one or the other witch notice my presense, but for the most part. I remained to myself. The stench of human life as I'd rarely experienced.
Finally the fleet was preparing to leave after finishing negotiations with both arcane and sailor guilds. It wasn't easy to find an entire entire covenant of witches and warlocks willing to cover the trip. There's only so much a single mind was able to bear and he simply didn't know what to expect from the trip. Death by an endless dark pit or a new beginning where the world is at an end. Loneliness had been his only companion over the time of his journey. For the first time, he remembered his time in the desert with more than disdain. He remembered the lonesome sand wolves stepping over the dunes almost dangerously close to me in the late afternoon, the hardships of creating a safe circle in the few minutes in-between unbearable heat and deadly cold. How many times did he see his mother's comforting face? The smell of the main kitchen being directed like an orchestra. He'd learned to hate the memory of those most beloved to him in those days, but now, now everything was different. He was gonna be bound to interact with the same people for several weeks. It was funny though, after this long a trip, neither the possibility of life nor that of death truly felt like an end. Maybe he'd never been alone after all. Could it be that Fate had always kept a hand on his shoulder this whole time?
The dark leather jacket of the arcane guild had began with preparations on all ships, protection spells and such required rituals to be kept over longer periods of time. At least for them. I spent the whole day walking silently around the docks. Everybody was too busy to notice me. That is one or the other witch notice my presense, but for the most part. I remained to myself. The stench of human life as I'd rarely experienced.
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