Author Topic: The Dragon Isles (Read 1461 times)

geloooo · « **on:** November 23, 2011, 08:35:31 am »

[SIZE=18]Chapter One: Convergence[/SIZE]

[/B][INDENT][INDENT]The Caesin Docks of the Dragon Isles convey an image of tranquility as the subtle waves of Shindaleria caress the rocks with a tinge of sea salt wafting in the air. Branderback has already devoured the orb of flame and the moons have cast their light in turn yet there is movement abound. Humanoid shapes litter the dockside as they heft heavy crates unto a ship. The night is young, where do you fit in all of this?[/FONT]//The scenes will be set through forum RP. Once you’ve reached a certain point, a quest will be scheduled to deal with further development.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

gilshem ironstone · « **Reply #1 on:** November 23, 2011, 11:03:19 am »

An elf, clad in black disembarks from the most recent cargo vessel. He stands still and takes in the misfits, outcasts and entrepreneurs that find themselves in this exotic place. He walked amongst the rag tag population of the fort and found himself a lea to make a fire and get some shelter from the cool spring breeze. Then, there was only stillness as he took up a vigil, looking for the sign that was promised; his blade always close.

Dremora · « **Reply #2 on:** November 23, 2011, 12:24:58 pm »

A foreboding figure watches the activity on the docks from the shadow of an ancient tree and the darkness of the night; black cloak wrapped about the person's attire with the hood pulled over head.

Picking out the darkly-swathed elf with the clarity of a nocturnal predator, and making no outward attempt at concealment; the figure waits and watches patiently.

Dremora · « **Reply #3 on:** November 23, 2011, 04:21:23 pm »

After a time of evaluating the armed elf, the figure can be seen moving towards the dockside and mingling into the shapes working there.
Questions soon come their way as to the location of the one known as Velen.

gilshem ironstone · « **Reply #4 on:** November 23, 2011, 07:23:57 pm »

Once his fire burns low, he gets up to go and speak with the revellers of the evening. He draws his hood back and brashly begins asking some carousers if they know of anyone named Velen. His sword is always visible, and although attempts at amiability are made, the withdrawn and aloof nature of his blood makes a bolder statement than his words.

Dremora · « **Reply #5 on:** November 23, 2011, 07:33:16 pm »

The hooded warrior, whom with closer inspection, appears to be a breed of elven male approaches his counter-part when eventually catching sight of him amongst the crowd.

A quiet stare towards the elf as his hood is drawn back eventually gives way to the warrior moving through the crowd, intent on his racial cousin; with the same distinctive poise and grace that those of elven blood possess, he reaches him and speaks quietly in their ancient tongue, eyes like pools of liquid shadow staring out from the silhouette within the hood.

"Hello Night.."

ystrday · « **Reply #6 on:** November 23, 2011, 08:17:37 pm »

*She smiles under her hooded cloak, in her out of the way position she can see clearly the dock area. With the help of the al'noth she can remain unseen, and see the unseen. Looking around she rubs a small rune, her shroud absorbed, then the cloaked figure walks towards the two darkly dressed figures. Tapping the shoulder of one, she assumed they are here for the same reason she is, and asks them.*

Do you know where Velen is?

Dremora · « **Reply #7 on:** November 23, 2011, 08:24:21 pm »

The hooded elf does not turn to look for the source of the familiar voice responsible for both the touch and query. He responds in the Common tongue.

"No, but we seek this.. 'Velen' as well."

His gaze kept on the face of Night for a moment longer before he steps to the side to form a triangle between the other two, bringing his shadowed eyes to look upon and confirm his suspicions as to the identity of the female.

"T'would seem he is not the only familiar face I will be seeing this cycle afterall.."

ystrday · « **Reply #8 on:** November 23, 2011, 11:04:52 pm »

*Fleur gives a subtle shrug, her traveling cloak moving slightly from it*

It must be your lucky day. *She turns to Night, greeting him as well*

How we go about finding this "Velen"?

gilshem ironstone · « **Reply #9 on:** November 23, 2011, 11:36:21 pm »

He smirks a little and then shrugs.

I think he might find us, but you perhaps have charms you can use m'lady? Otherwise, we simply ask the right person.

Dezza · « **Reply #10 on:** November 24, 2011, 03:56:29 am »

Leisa steps off the ship nearby having been looking down on the meeting of the trio and walks straight up to them nodding to each in turn.

"More eyes can find a needle faster than less. Let us complete this contract together."

Dremora · « **Reply #11 on:** November 24, 2011, 06:17:56 am »

Quietly inspecting Leisa with perfect clarity even at night, he recognises her and gives a polite nod before turning and moving back to anyone in the crowd who looks likely to know the names of everyone present.

geloooo · « **Reply #12 on:** November 24, 2011, 10:11:03 am »

[INDENT][INDENT]Moments pass and no one approaches the illustrious group of stonebound interlopers. Like a steady procession of ants, the dock-workers go about their business hauling crates onto the ship. Amid such hustle and bustle, a few ants seem content to sit on a corner and smoke their pipes. Where is Velen?[/INDENT][/INDENT]

gilshem ironstone · « **Reply #13 on:** November 24, 2011, 11:22:59 am »

Night approaches the ticket seller at the docks and inquires if anyone by the name of Velen had checked in.

geloooo · « **Reply #14 on:** November 24, 2011, 11:35:39 am »

[INDENT][INDENT]The ticket seller merely shrugs and waves a dismissive hand at Night. He then points to three men gathered near the ship. These men seem to be busy studying a map of Mistone and its trade routes.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

gilshem ironstone · « **Reply #15 on:** November 24, 2011, 11:46:41 am »

He frowns and then follows the mans gesture. He walks away unceremoniously and then approaches the three men, coughing to announce his presence.

Gentlemen, I seek someone named Velen. Are you familiar with such a person here?

Dremora · « **Reply #16 on:** November 24, 2011, 11:50:48 am »

Following his own lack of success in searching for Velen, he notes the positions of the others and comes up behind Night while the elf passes his inqueries to the group of smokers. Nym seems content to let Night have the attention.

ystrday · « **Reply #17 on:** November 24, 2011, 12:01:45 pm »

*Comes to stand next to Night, slipping her hood further back on top of her head. She smiles flirtatiously at the men, waiting for them to respond to Night's question.*

Dremora · « **Reply #18 on:** November 24, 2011, 12:25:08 pm »

Letting the dark cloak that was concealing his attire fall either side of himself; the seemingly broad and muscular elf that still has his hood up watches the group of men, folded arms across a black breastplate with katana pommels visible on his belt. His silhouetted features and lack of any hair falling from his hood all but hide Nym's identity from the three humans.

It would seem where Fleur presents a more agreeable disposition flanking Night to one side, his racial cousin on the other presents the opposite end of the spectrum.

Dezza · « **Reply #19 on:** November 25, 2011, 02:58:22 am »

Liesa takes another tact and heads to where the few vendors in the fort ply their meagre wears. She takes time to inspect the goods they have to offer and focuses specifically on one selling various implements one might need to survive in the wilds of the Dragon Isles and begins to question him as to a having sold goods to a man named Velen.