Sightles

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

"Which, he should be showing up any moment now." Louis replied to Rarden, as he glanced down the dock. Sure enough, the clumsy and goofy Fitch came barreling down the dock. As Fitch apologized, and raised the bottle of rum, Louis couldn't contain his laughter. It was just like Fitch to sleep in late, but make sure not to forget the 'necessitates', like alcohol, "Let's make then!: Louis announced their embarkation, lifting the gangplank that reached onto the docks back onto their ship. Now was the moment the fruit of all their endeavors would be able to shine. Now they'd be all to accomplish, or at least get on the road of accomplishment, all their dreams. Louis pulled out an old scroll from his pocket, and unfurled it, "Alright, boys, we're setting sail for Himaya!" He announced once more, with a grin on his face. Louis marched to the steering wheel of the ship, map now back in his pocket, replaced by an even older looking compass.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Louis stood on the deck of his brand new ship, the repairs just being finished. He admired the work him and his two friends had just finished. The only armament the ship had was a lonely ballista that sat at the front of the ship. They had only about a dozen of bolts, forged of scrap metal, but it was enough for defense. They were lucky. They had purchased a small, but fast ship, which benefited greatly. They would have to rely on the speed of the ship, if anything in the heat of battle. They'd have to find either a bigger ship, or find more firepower later. Louis reached held his tricone hat tight in his hand, which he placed snugly on his head. He was ready for whatever adventure was set out for the young crew. Either it turned them into pirates, or into simple adventurers, he was determined to find fame, and wealth, enough to last him a life time. The trio's boat sat in the docks, waiting for the rest of the crew to make it's way to the ship. Despite the circumstances, Louis was proud of the tiny ship, and tiny ship. It was made in the sweat and blood of their hard work, and as long as Louis was captain, it would last any storm, or battle. The tiny ship sat in a Dayaman harbor, ready for the big adventure that was about to begin for the equally small crew.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

I'd prefer if Epsir, I, and Drowsy started in Dayaman, just starting to sail off, or getting ready to.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

ravenDivinity said
pls don't.

pls yes

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Awesome, thanks,. RaeRae!

When the Flames Die

Thomas smirked, as he slowly turned around. Thomas should of known better. He looked to Gareth, before looking back at Wallace, "Of course, Regent. I'll have her released tonight." Thomas said, locking eyes with Wallace, his eyes indicating that he knew that Wallace had just shown his cards, but Thomas wasn't about to say anything else, especially with Gareth in presence, "As you now, the untimely death of Sir Redwyne has launched an investigation into the postmasters around here. I assumed a courier should be questioned." All fluff. Wallace and Thomas both knew why Thomas had her locked up. Thomas turned back around and began to make his exit, "I'll make sure to have her released before midnight, Regent." Thomas called back.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Bio up!

When the Flames Die

Letter of appointment? He was to be made the official Commander of the Order? Thomas didn't let his emotion show, "Yes, well, I hope I can live up to the position. Gods know I have big shoes to fill." Thomas replied with a small smile. Personal curiosities? Thomas wondered exactly where Wallace had been snooping at, but he decided to ignore it. As of right now, Wallace was regent, and could do as he liked, wherever he liked, "Very well, I'll be on my way then. Regent, Mister Harker." Thomas said, nodding towards each individual before walking around them, and going on his way.

When the Flames Die

Thomas rounded the corner and stopped himself right before he bumped into Wallace, "Ah, excuse me, Regent." Thomas said, bowing his head slightly. As he did so, he also noticed Gareth, "Ah, Mister Harker. You've joined Wallace? May I ask what business you are conducting in the Tower?" Thomas asked, his friendly smile taking his face, "If you don't mind me asking, that is." Thomas added, bowing his head slightly. To see the regent in the Tower of the Thistle was not an oddity, but to be accompanied by Gareth, whom was a new squire in the Order, was interesting, "If there's anything I can help the two of you with, I'd be glad to assist." Thomas had duties to fulfill as the Acting Commander, and had to abide by some sort of manners, especially after how damaged his reputation was now.

When the Flames Die

Jason sighed as he let the longwinded Wallace state everything he wanted too. Dutifully, Jason took the two letters and nodded, "Very well, the door is right there, you can leave now." Jason replied, pointing towards the ajar door, as he placed the letters neatly on the desk in front of him. Jason then reached over and grabbed his quill, before looking back at the too, "I have very important business to be attending to, and satisfying the whims and wants of a one-day regent." Jason added, unfurling the letting in front of him and setting about writing on it on more time.