It's ironic how a familiar sight can hold so much uncertainty. For one Michael James Brett, it was a feeling he encountered at every turn. Even the port his ship approached was on the very fringes of his mind, yet the exact memory continued to evade him. It was strange, very strange, indeed. The Elf felt a very deep connection to a place he couldn't even remember the name of. This bothered him to no end.
Michael only remembered Travanara and Myr. Two places he'd spent the last ten years in. But beyond that... There was nothing. His closest friend, Jake, couldn't tell him, either. As far as he knew, Michael had appeared in a tavern beside Jake, after nearly seven years of Michael's searches for him. It started with clues of Jake's travel to a foreign place across the world. That was why Michael was in Travanara. There, Michael had become a successful duelist and traveled everywhere. He learned new magic that wasn't possible anywhere else, even picking up a new pet along the way. And, eventually, he became a key factor in overthrowing the rule of a corrupt ruler named Albel Albion. Those... Those were stories for another time. Yet, through five years of adventure, there was no Jake.
After travelling and searching further West, Michael came across a place called Myr. It was there that he discovered even more fantastic magic, even learning to harbor some of its power. It was there that he'd found Jake. His oldest friend, dearest student, and bravest comrade. However, it was then that Michael had lost his memory. He could not remember much of his past before Travanara anymore. Jake had vowed to Two more years in and around that place before Jake was finally able to assemble bits and pieces of what had happened. However, it wasn't much.
Within the next few minutes, the ship docked to the port. The ship bumped against the dock and sailors began to rush to tie the ship up. The guards around the port performed what Michael could only guess was standard protocol. Checking cargo lists, asking questions about passengers, and...
The captain turned slightly as he talked with the guards before pointing at Michael. A feeling of irrational guilt washed over him as one of the guards squinted at him. The Elf frowned slightly to himself, going to cross his arms. Was he not supposed to be here? The staring shook his head slightly, a look of disgust on his face. Still, he nodded and shooed away the captain. Well, then. Maybe he just didn't like Elves. The captain, his name was Dirk, was a short and stocky Dwarf (as most were). Michael raised his eyebrow humorously. It was odd to him that a Dwarf of all races would be on the sea at all, let alone a captain.
"They don' trust lads like ye'. Neither do I, leastways. Bu' they'll let ye' pass," Dirk approached Michael, speaking in his gruff and accented voice. The Dwarf had been more than gracious to Michael, despite his obvious distaste for the Elf's race. Michael nodded.
"Merci," the Elf spoke kindly. There was obvious gratitude in his voice. "You have been a great help. As promised, you'll be rewarded." The Elf reached for a small coin purse at his waist. He unstrapped it and handed it to Dirk. The Dwarf looked pleased until he opened up the sack.
"Eh?!" Dirk's face twisted in confusion. He dumped out the contents into his palm. It was gold, yes, though not in the currency Dirk would have expected. It was incredibly foreign and not from any country Dirk had ever been to. "The void is this, lad? You tryin' ta' scam me?!"
"Non, non. Au contraire! This is worth much of your currency," Michael spoke confidently. The Dwarf growled.
"It doesn't much 'elp when it's not in my own stormin' currency," Dirk said, anger rising in his voice.
"There are currency exchanges just down the road. They'll weigh it and find its worth in your currency," Michael blurted, unsure of how he knew that. Deductive reasoning, perhaps. There were always currency exchanges near a port no matter where he went. The Dwarf's mouth hung open for a moment, brows furled. He grit his teeth and sighed in defeat before turning to go.
"Storming fool," Michael heard him mutter. The Elf smiled. One less loose end to worry about. Now, he just needed to figure out what in the void he was supposed to do now. Jake had sent him here with little information. The only clues were on a slip of paper he'd given Michael. There was a name, an address, and basic directions from the port to the address. They likely weren't very accurate. The Elf retrieved the slip from his pocket, glancing over it again.
Anna Caladwen
House Caladwen Residence
Great. Another strongly familiar name that somehow still managed to hold little to no meaning to him.
Well, he thought to himself, I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. With that in mind, Michael exited the ship and made his way into the bustling crowds of the port, ready for a new adventure.
@Ailethi
Michael only remembered Travanara and Myr. Two places he'd spent the last ten years in. But beyond that... There was nothing. His closest friend, Jake, couldn't tell him, either. As far as he knew, Michael had appeared in a tavern beside Jake, after nearly seven years of Michael's searches for him. It started with clues of Jake's travel to a foreign place across the world. That was why Michael was in Travanara. There, Michael had become a successful duelist and traveled everywhere. He learned new magic that wasn't possible anywhere else, even picking up a new pet along the way. And, eventually, he became a key factor in overthrowing the rule of a corrupt ruler named Albel Albion. Those... Those were stories for another time. Yet, through five years of adventure, there was no Jake.
After travelling and searching further West, Michael came across a place called Myr. It was there that he discovered even more fantastic magic, even learning to harbor some of its power. It was there that he'd found Jake. His oldest friend, dearest student, and bravest comrade. However, it was then that Michael had lost his memory. He could not remember much of his past before Travanara anymore. Jake had vowed to Two more years in and around that place before Jake was finally able to assemble bits and pieces of what had happened. However, it wasn't much.
Within the next few minutes, the ship docked to the port. The ship bumped against the dock and sailors began to rush to tie the ship up. The guards around the port performed what Michael could only guess was standard protocol. Checking cargo lists, asking questions about passengers, and...
The captain turned slightly as he talked with the guards before pointing at Michael. A feeling of irrational guilt washed over him as one of the guards squinted at him. The Elf frowned slightly to himself, going to cross his arms. Was he not supposed to be here? The staring shook his head slightly, a look of disgust on his face. Still, he nodded and shooed away the captain. Well, then. Maybe he just didn't like Elves. The captain, his name was Dirk, was a short and stocky Dwarf (as most were). Michael raised his eyebrow humorously. It was odd to him that a Dwarf of all races would be on the sea at all, let alone a captain.
"They don' trust lads like ye'. Neither do I, leastways. Bu' they'll let ye' pass," Dirk approached Michael, speaking in his gruff and accented voice. The Dwarf had been more than gracious to Michael, despite his obvious distaste for the Elf's race. Michael nodded.
"Merci," the Elf spoke kindly. There was obvious gratitude in his voice. "You have been a great help. As promised, you'll be rewarded." The Elf reached for a small coin purse at his waist. He unstrapped it and handed it to Dirk. The Dwarf looked pleased until he opened up the sack.
"Eh?!" Dirk's face twisted in confusion. He dumped out the contents into his palm. It was gold, yes, though not in the currency Dirk would have expected. It was incredibly foreign and not from any country Dirk had ever been to. "The void is this, lad? You tryin' ta' scam me?!"
"Non, non. Au contraire! This is worth much of your currency," Michael spoke confidently. The Dwarf growled.
"It doesn't much 'elp when it's not in my own stormin' currency," Dirk said, anger rising in his voice.
"There are currency exchanges just down the road. They'll weigh it and find its worth in your currency," Michael blurted, unsure of how he knew that. Deductive reasoning, perhaps. There were always currency exchanges near a port no matter where he went. The Dwarf's mouth hung open for a moment, brows furled. He grit his teeth and sighed in defeat before turning to go.
"Storming fool," Michael heard him mutter. The Elf smiled. One less loose end to worry about. Now, he just needed to figure out what in the void he was supposed to do now. Jake had sent him here with little information. The only clues were on a slip of paper he'd given Michael. There was a name, an address, and basic directions from the port to the address. They likely weren't very accurate. The Elf retrieved the slip from his pocket, glancing over it again.
Anna Caladwen
House Caladwen Residence
Great. Another strongly familiar name that somehow still managed to hold little to no meaning to him.
Well, he thought to himself, I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. With that in mind, Michael exited the ship and made his way into the bustling crowds of the port, ready for a new adventure.
@Ailethi
