Creedishurr
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Garrett Ashenbreaker: Day 1
Garrett rubbed his sore pounding head and dragged himself from the shore to the side of the road. He'd washed up ashore far enough from the docks to notice he wasn't in any pressing danger....but what happened last night? Damn him and his insatiable bad habits... He hummed and hauled his axe over his shoulders and checked his journal. Still safe thankfully, though it might not be a bad idea to transfer his writings to a separate book just in case. All Garrett tasted was salt as he was sick to his stomach. "Glup....Oooo that didn't feel good...." He looked towards the village and with a heavy sigh headed towards the edge and hopefully something to ease his scrambled stomach. At least it was warm, he'd probably be dried off by the time he got there. One arm holding his upset stomach he set out.
He'd never been to Foosha Village but he had to admit it was pretty. He might've been able to take in the sights with more earnest and even sketch something if he didn't feel he was going to pass out any second.
As Garrett approached the edge of town, he saw a small and stood out group a bit from the shore. One of them appeared to be a fisherman. Garrett sighed and raised his arm weakly. "O-Oi!! Any of you lot from the village?? Glurp....Oof...I, I think I need a doctor....ugh..."
And then as if his body was relieved to finally see other people, Garrett fell to a knee and heaved to the side of the path. A mixture surely of too much booze and sea water. " Aghhh....oh cripes..." He muttered as he radiated the smell of salt and booze and clenched his stomach in slight pain.
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