A trip into the unknown - Part 2Felarya, a place as dangerous as it is beautiful, but mostly known for all the dangers one could run into in this world. One can be as careful as possible and still be in great danger. Nontheless a lot of people came here on purpose, to become rich and famous by retrieving gold and artifacts from one of the temples that were said to hold great treasures, to enjoy its natural beauty or for its rarely know, but existing, healing proportions. The group of four humans who had just arrived were one of those, who actually knew (or rather had heared) about the latter.Being newly arrived in an unfamiliar world, which they knew pretty much nothing a
Flint BioFlint BioSex: maleRace: humanage: 25height: 6 feetskin color: a slight taneye color: A blue you'll get lost inHair color: Black, near always covered in a wide brimmed hatBackgroundFlint was born an orphan, no one knows who his parents where, what kind of people they were, and if they even had a last name. He was always an adventurous little bastard, also a charming one. He always dreamt of delving deep in to temples to plunder them of their precious treasure. So as soon as he could, he ran from his orphanage bound for the world of Felarya, looking for adventure or a death worthy to end his tale. however he soon learned he knew noth
Ship Shape part 1The cerulean sky was free of a single cloud, crystalline waters of the Topazial Sea stretching out forever, glittering in the morning sunlight. A fresh, salty sea breeze filled the air, and the distant calls of sea-birds (and the cursing of seagull harpies) could be heard if one listened carefully.A Rosic Neko, Lisali cut a lean if not especially tall figure, her medium length brunette hair currently wound into a convenient braid. Her skin was a smooth almond color, and she wore nothing but shorts and a simple linen top, more to keep from distracting the people she worked with than because the weather demanded it. The ship she worked on
Ship Shape part 2The ship creaked and rocked, but it had settled considerably from just a few hours ago. Tsisya tilted her head, mere inches from the the door, her delicately pointed ears straining to perceive any hint of activity outside. She and the other elves had stayed inside for the drunken revelry that had begun at dusk, but now all seemed silent outside their little room. Surely they wouldn't have drunken themselves into a stupor? Surely not their monster as well? Jaw set in determination, Tsisya straightened and looked back to the five others crowded unhappily into the undersized room. "Come. It may be time we departed this ugly situation."
Contest Entry: A Pirate's Regrets 9Part 9: A New DirectionThe morning hours of Halcandria tended to be the louder hours. It was when crewmen hobbled out of their ships or stumbled from out of the pubs to prepare themselves for the voyage ahead. But as far as John, Becky and Raun were concerned, time was meaningless. They had all spent the entire night swapping stories and telling tales about what had happened in their lives, how each other met, and what had happened after that fateful night. John was wrapping up one of his stories with, "…and from then on I was on my own. And that's how I ended up going to the Salty Anchor down the coast." Raun's tired body was strugglin