In the early hours of the morning, two figures walked the cobbled pathways. The Docks were quiet this time of night, with dawn only an hour or two off. A few ship-hands looked up from their preparations for the day.
They saw a man-no, an elf. He had to be, and one of the freakish north elves at that, given his height. He bore two familiar scimitars on his back and seemed packed for a long adventure indeed. A cowled head bowed, with some sort of bandana covering his ears, the silver bearded elf trudged away from the city, toward a ship that awaited him. He seemed resigned, but determined, those loud boots stomping toward his vessel. The dock-hands thought him queer indeed, but soon enough returned to their work, leaving the lone elf to his lonesome journey.
The dock-hands looked up again, however, as a young man strode past the elf, not sparing him a glance. Now this one seemed happy indeed, a perfect contrast to the grumbling elf. Two gleaming knives shone on his hips, a bejeweled dagger by his chest. His sparse beard and chopped haircut, and the way he threw his head back to take in the salty smell of the docks, surely identified him as an Ailor, and young at that. It seemed as if the world was ahead of this lad, and one of the dock-hands barked a question at him.
"Who da' fook are you?!"
The lad grinned, a broad smug grin that hadn't been seen in the city since the Lo Occupation. "Elros of Turent, Finest Blade in all the Empire!"
Elros glanced at the departing vessel for a moment, before shrugging and turning to the dock-hands. "Hey, can you point this Blade toward the nearest tavern? I have a lot of work to do."
OOC: Kade is retired, for the time being. Elros of Turent will be my main, for the time being.
They saw a man-no, an elf. He had to be, and one of the freakish north elves at that, given his height. He bore two familiar scimitars on his back and seemed packed for a long adventure indeed. A cowled head bowed, with some sort of bandana covering his ears, the silver bearded elf trudged away from the city, toward a ship that awaited him. He seemed resigned, but determined, those loud boots stomping toward his vessel. The dock-hands thought him queer indeed, but soon enough returned to their work, leaving the lone elf to his lonesome journey.
The dock-hands looked up again, however, as a young man strode past the elf, not sparing him a glance. Now this one seemed happy indeed, a perfect contrast to the grumbling elf. Two gleaming knives shone on his hips, a bejeweled dagger by his chest. His sparse beard and chopped haircut, and the way he threw his head back to take in the salty smell of the docks, surely identified him as an Ailor, and young at that. It seemed as if the world was ahead of this lad, and one of the dock-hands barked a question at him.
"Who da' fook are you?!"
The lad grinned, a broad smug grin that hadn't been seen in the city since the Lo Occupation. "Elros of Turent, Finest Blade in all the Empire!"
Elros glanced at the departing vessel for a moment, before shrugging and turning to the dock-hands. "Hey, can you point this Blade toward the nearest tavern? I have a lot of work to do."
OOC: Kade is retired, for the time being. Elros of Turent will be my main, for the time being.
