The Dark Waters of Azmier
☆"The pleasantries of life, they can be relative to your current situation. While a king would find joy in fine jewels, more properties and power, would a peasent not find joy in but a simple loaf of berad or the peace of mind that your rent is paid for next month?"
Xil'jier sits in the center of his raft with his legs crossed, hunched over vigorously picking at an old rusty metal lock on the small dark wooden chest he took from his latest victim. The chest is stained a dull almost black color with a hint of algae green from so many years at sea. Xil'jier knew that even if nothing valuable was inside that the metal lock would be worth the effort it took to steal it in it self.
Sweat drips down Xil'jiers ebony face, his Drow skin as black as night. His snow white hair matted and pulled into a scraggly bun with strands blowing with each gust of the wind. He is a thief, a cut throat and every thing people associate with his race. Xil'jier being an energetic young adult of nine hundred and fifty years old feels as full of life as anyone on this wretched place called Azmier.
The human man was slightly easy to con, I could tell him and his friend where desperate for fresh water. To bad the other one drank so much of it before we could kill them. Xil'jier says to Corvax.
The tan skinned half Drow with his white long hair dangling well below his shoulders turns and looks at his half brother and nods slightly. The huge turtle gliding effortlessly through the water, the half Drow mounted on top. A rope attached to the back of the turtle and to the front of the raft acts as a sort of turtle drawn raft allowing the two to travel at a somewhat decent pace.
Corvax is a beat master ranger, having raised his turtle mount straight from being hatched. The two have been together ever since and have grown inseparable. Ever since Corvax was young he has had a connection with animals, tracking and survival. His Drow father saw this in his half breed son and knew he would become a great ranger one day.
The waves splash onto the raft over and over tossing the raft over the surface of the ocean. The sea sways up and down a motion that has become a part of life. The two sleep as the clouds drift away revealing a moonlit night with millions of stars twinkling over head. Xil'jier lay awake looking up at the splendor of the stars thinking about how much diffrent this is compared to looking up at night in the underdark where there is no sky and no stars. How ironic it was that he lives on the surface now where his peoples sworn enemies are. How much diffrent the times are now, how much has changed in only two hundred years. He wondered what ever happened to his people back home in the underdark. Was he lucky to be out on a raid when the big wave hit, or has he been cursed?
At the first light of day Corvax wakes his half brother and points out into the distance. The half Drow hands his brother the synth and bone telescope. The Drow swipes it from Corvax and peers through it. He sees a boat with a few passengers. "It looks like the captain is that Dragonborn" Xil'jier proclaims.
☆"The pleasantries of life, they can be relative to your current situation. While a king would find joy in fine jewels, more properties and power, would a peasent not find joy in but a simple loaf of berad or the peace of mind that your rent is paid for next month?"
Xil'jier sits in the center of his raft with his legs crossed, hunched over vigorously picking at an old rusty metal lock on the small dark wooden chest he took from his latest victim. The chest is stained a dull almost black color with a hint of algae green from so many years at sea. Xil'jier knew that even if nothing valuable was inside that the metal lock would be worth the effort it took to steal it in it self.
Sweat drips down Xil'jiers ebony face, his Drow skin as black as night. His snow white hair matted and pulled into a scraggly bun with strands blowing with each gust of the wind. He is a thief, a cut throat and every thing people associate with his race. Xil'jier being an energetic young adult of nine hundred and fifty years old feels as full of life as anyone on this wretched place called Azmier.
The human man was slightly easy to con, I could tell him and his friend where desperate for fresh water. To bad the other one drank so much of it before we could kill them. Xil'jier says to Corvax.
The tan skinned half Drow with his white long hair dangling well below his shoulders turns and looks at his half brother and nods slightly. The huge turtle gliding effortlessly through the water, the half Drow mounted on top. A rope attached to the back of the turtle and to the front of the raft acts as a sort of turtle drawn raft allowing the two to travel at a somewhat decent pace.
Corvax is a beat master ranger, having raised his turtle mount straight from being hatched. The two have been together ever since and have grown inseparable. Ever since Corvax was young he has had a connection with animals, tracking and survival. His Drow father saw this in his half breed son and knew he would become a great ranger one day.
The waves splash onto the raft over and over tossing the raft over the surface of the ocean. The sea sways up and down a motion that has become a part of life. The two sleep as the clouds drift away revealing a moonlit night with millions of stars twinkling over head. Xil'jier lay awake looking up at the splendor of the stars thinking about how much diffrent this is compared to looking up at night in the underdark where there is no sky and no stars. How ironic it was that he lives on the surface now where his peoples sworn enemies are. How much diffrent the times are now, how much has changed in only two hundred years. He wondered what ever happened to his people back home in the underdark. Was he lucky to be out on a raid when the big wave hit, or has he been cursed?
At the first light of day Corvax wakes his half brother and points out into the distance. The half Drow hands his brother the synth and bone telescope. The Drow swipes it from Corvax and peers through it. He sees a boat with a few passengers. "It looks like the captain is that Dragonborn" Xil'jier proclaims.
