Hobolympic 1093 Share Posted August 11, 2015 Early in the morning, the sun peeks over the horizon on a far-off shore near warm waters. The waves rocked quietly and steadily, washing over the sandy beach. It seemed like a normal morning, one like any other, where the crabs started skittering over the dunes in search of their next meal, and the seagulls ever so noisily squawking over the bay. Even still, things were not as usual. ((http://img04.deviantart.net/beef/i/2011/265/0/c/the_platform___long_bay_by_mgl001-d4an9gc.jpg)) A hand, course and bruised grasped the moist and salty sand near the water, sinking further into the crusted surface as its owner struggled with great effort to drag himself up from the sea water. Another hand claws into the sand, further pulling the limp body up the shore, leaving a trail in the sand behind. The figure rolls over, squinting as the rays of the sun pierce his eyelids, feeling the sting of blessed warmth upon his body. A wheezing sound leaves his throat as he breathes through his nostrils, resulting in coughing where the remaining salt water shoots out from his lungs. It was a dwarf, short in stature and of rather slim figure, with pale grey skin and deep blue eyes. Only rags remained of whatever he had previously adorned himself in, yet a large, distinctive and beautifully crafted hammer of exceptional origin was clutched to his belt. Slowly he rises up into sitting position, wrinkling his nose as he runs his hand through his ruffled, brown hair, chewy from salt and sweat. He was extremely lucky to be alive, this he was aware of, yet he had little time pondering on the status quo. His parched throat and roaring belly would become that of his demise should he not find sustenance soon. The soaked, dripping rags pulls him down as he tries to stand up, but he regains his footing and clumsily walks off with a limp, ready to further fight for his life, and prepare himself for the road ahead, the road back home. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThumperJack 927 Share Posted August 11, 2015 Demagol looks out to the sea occasionally as he prepares to head to the Grandaxe Isle, then he starts humming "Ah'm comin' 'ome... Ah'm comin' 'ome..." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
James 425 Share Posted November 22, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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