The Alpha Male Chronicles
Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 12:38 pm
// Let's see if I can still properly form a whole sentence. Peer pressure is a dangerous thing, kids.
The ship's wooden planks and floorboard uttered low groans as it shifted in the ever lapping water of Blackstone Bay. It was mid-day, hot, and muggy. Gulls called from overhead as people made their way through the streets going about their business. The low droning of the Keep's citizens and all the sounds associated with a bustling place of commerce was comforting. The sound of civilization was comforting.
This oddly soothing moment was only part of the result of being away from it for too long. Whether it was the wild recesses of some accursed forest or the constant lapping on sea water against the ship's hull in the open ocean, it did not have the energy and vim that an actual port would have. It must be the people-- even if most of the people were distasteful, just the mass of lively people going about their business brought a certain ease to the nerves.
He was a people-person. If there was a legal system established in this place, he'd actively think of a joke involving civil disputes that end in monetary compensation.
With his forearms crossed loosely over each other, elbows against the wooden railing, and back slightly bent at the waist, he simply just stared out at the Keep, its buildings, and the almost swarming movement of all the different people going about their business. Under his breath, he was humming the tune to a foreign ballad, Nocturne de Oblivion, he had heard in his travels. It was difficult to remember all the words, but the melody was as smooth as silk, and quite catchy.
This relaxing moment was a change from his usual activities. Most of his time had been spent quenching his blade's thirst while exploring the region.
Well, he thought, 'explore' is used lightly... since I'm being led by the hand around here.
His companion and mate had said she used to live in this area. It wasn't unbelievable, however he often wondered if that would prove more useful or harmful in their travels. She wasn't exactly known for being friendly and nice to folks... often seeing them below her. It wasn't a problem, because most of the time it was true-- however it did little in the way of making allies and a lot in the way of finding folks who'd slip a dagger in the small of your back in a dark alley.
They were struggling-- stumbling and fumbling over each other trying to figure out one another. Both of them had made certain sacrifices... sacrifices that cost. He knew that she wanted nothing more than to keep him like a caged bird and spend out the rest of their days. Her sense of adventuring had gone with the years, but he had just gotten a sniff of the great 'adventurer's life'. Where she was almost 'too-experienced', he was more or less a green boy. Well traveled, but in lands that rarely used magic, or had monstrous creatures, or even great armies of darkness. It was all new to him.
Though he was managing. His humming paused a moment as a sly smile played across his lips as his hand slipped down to pat his pants pocket, insuring his voucher was still tucked safely away.
Gideon was always full of surprises.
The ship's wooden planks and floorboard uttered low groans as it shifted in the ever lapping water of Blackstone Bay. It was mid-day, hot, and muggy. Gulls called from overhead as people made their way through the streets going about their business. The low droning of the Keep's citizens and all the sounds associated with a bustling place of commerce was comforting. The sound of civilization was comforting.
This oddly soothing moment was only part of the result of being away from it for too long. Whether it was the wild recesses of some accursed forest or the constant lapping on sea water against the ship's hull in the open ocean, it did not have the energy and vim that an actual port would have. It must be the people-- even if most of the people were distasteful, just the mass of lively people going about their business brought a certain ease to the nerves.
He was a people-person. If there was a legal system established in this place, he'd actively think of a joke involving civil disputes that end in monetary compensation.
With his forearms crossed loosely over each other, elbows against the wooden railing, and back slightly bent at the waist, he simply just stared out at the Keep, its buildings, and the almost swarming movement of all the different people going about their business. Under his breath, he was humming the tune to a foreign ballad, Nocturne de Oblivion, he had heard in his travels. It was difficult to remember all the words, but the melody was as smooth as silk, and quite catchy.
This relaxing moment was a change from his usual activities. Most of his time had been spent quenching his blade's thirst while exploring the region.
Well, he thought, 'explore' is used lightly... since I'm being led by the hand around here.
His companion and mate had said she used to live in this area. It wasn't unbelievable, however he often wondered if that would prove more useful or harmful in their travels. She wasn't exactly known for being friendly and nice to folks... often seeing them below her. It wasn't a problem, because most of the time it was true-- however it did little in the way of making allies and a lot in the way of finding folks who'd slip a dagger in the small of your back in a dark alley.
They were struggling-- stumbling and fumbling over each other trying to figure out one another. Both of them had made certain sacrifices... sacrifices that cost. He knew that she wanted nothing more than to keep him like a caged bird and spend out the rest of their days. Her sense of adventuring had gone with the years, but he had just gotten a sniff of the great 'adventurer's life'. Where she was almost 'too-experienced', he was more or less a green boy. Well traveled, but in lands that rarely used magic, or had monstrous creatures, or even great armies of darkness. It was all new to him.
Though he was managing. His humming paused a moment as a sly smile played across his lips as his hand slipped down to pat his pants pocket, insuring his voucher was still tucked safely away.
Gideon was always full of surprises.