A dream halfway achieved.

[Archipelego 2188]

  

Spoiler

 

   Pulling himself out of a bramble, in the woods near Linandria, Erick pinwheels his arms, falling flat on his face. He quickly pulls himself together, though, standing with a heave. The halfling was looking, looking for days. If only that damned welf lass had given him better directions than just a general area… In front of him, there lay only a few more trees, before he could see the ocean. Dragging himself forth, he grinned, hauling himself over the last fallen log-- however, he did not hit exactly what he expected when he landed.

    For the land was a hill. A hill that was quite steep, almost a cliff, you could say. Very quickly, in quick succession, a few things happened. For one, Erick blinked, his green orbs widening as he realized what had happened. Next, his little body, almost curled into a ball from his haul over the log, began to roll down the hill, rather quickly… Alarmingly quickly.

    Letting out a hoot, the hobbit rolls all the way down the hill, seeming to hit every single bump and jutting rock on the way, coming to a slow and stumbly stop at the bottom. There, he laid for several minutes, though in his mind it felt like hours. Eventually, he hauled himself up once more, though managed a small smile upon seeing the small stretch of flat ground in front of him, picking a thorn out of his cheek. No more accursed hills!

    Stumbling forward, he made his way towards the nearby sea, at which a boat was bobbing gently at a dock. On a rocker, out front the boat, sat an old man. “‘Scuse me, fellow. Ahm looking for a way to the paladins…” The old man tilted his hat upwards, chewing a strain of pipeweed, giving him a baleful stare. Erick hesitated a bit. “I wish to join them… It is my cause!” He declared loudly, seemingly more determined this time. Yet again, the old man remained silent. Though, with a creak, either from him or his old chair, he stood, still towering over the halfling with his hunched back.

    Erick takes a small step back, startled. The old man, who seems human in origin, spat out his globule of pipeweed right in front of himself, on the wood of the doc. Then, quietly, he hobbled over to the small ship behind him, beginning to pair it for voyage. “E-er.. I assume this boat goes to their.. Home?” Erick tilts his head a bit, glancing up at the old man, his homemade armor clinking. “...” The old man simply gives him an unamused stare, before nodding a single time, and going back to his preparations.

    The halfling quietly waits with his hands behind his back, slightly self conscious of the considerable silence between them. Eventually, the old man turned to him, glancing down at the 3’1 midget. He grunted once, giving a point towards the deck of the ship. Erick took this as a ‘get on,’ quickly scrambling over onto the deck of the ship. He almost fell over immediately, not used to boats, generally a land fellow. “It.. isn’t a long voyage, is it?”

    The old man did not even dine to respond this time, simply finishing his preparations in silence. Once he did, he pointed to a simply wooden bench near the back, grunting again. Erick quickly stumbled and fell his way over to the bench, already beginning to feel a bit sick from the constant motion.
    As their voyage began, just the quiet old man and the bucking young lad of a half man, Erick’s moral dropped like a stone. It seemed to him the old man was purposely going every wave, the largest he could find, just to torture him. The feeling within himself got worse and worse, like he was in a mixing bowl that simply wouldn’t stop.. At first, he began to turn a tad green. Then, the heaving started. It was like he was about to vomit, yet.. Nothing came out. It was then he realized he /was/ vomiting. However, his lack of eating /anything/ for his absurd time in the woods, had left his stomach empty. At the thought, it growled almost angrily at him, though immediately the thought of food brought another wave of sickness over him.

    As he sat there, miserable, the old man completely ignoring him as he set about the business of sailing, Erick heard a loud boom of thunder… Glancing up balefully at the sky, he muttered something about the weather.. Just as it started to rain. So Erick sat there, for a few hours, in the cold rain upon the ocean, feeling miserable as he lays across his seat.

    Sometime, lost within this infinity of miserableness, he somehow fell asleep. Though, maybe unconscious is a better word for the state of aches he was in. The old man was jabbing him painfully with a stick, when he woke. The first thing he noticed, with an absolute joy on his heart, was that they had stopped moving. 

    Glancing around, ignoring the aches from the cold all over his body, and the dampness within his armor, he realized they were on a small beach of some sort, a small cover, perfect size for the dock and the boat, between two massive hills on either side. For the first time, the old man spoke. “We’re here.” he grumbled in a low voice, like dusty leather grinding on a table.

    “O-oh.. Thank you?” Erick mumbles, standing-- and immediately falling over, limbs weak from the wet, cold, and sleep, as well as the remains of the motion sickness weighing down his limbs. The old man cackled to himself, gently kicking Erick off of his vessel. Slowly, the old man, seeming tireless, begins to make the journey back, leaving Erick on the ground, accepting his current sorrowful lot in life.

    However, then a thought struck him-- he had made it! Finally, after all these accursed wanderings across Tahn! With that thought, he hauled himself up, armor clinking. Then, slowly, though victoriously, he hauls his way down the path, humming a tune from his childhood, blissful. Completely unaware of how hard it will be for a halfling like him to get accepted into such a place as the one he dreams of.
 

[Delmodan 855]

A figure stood above upon one of the mountain sides with a bow in hand as if ready to engage if need be. Her golden irises gaze at the one emerging from the vessel, only to find amusement at the fact it was the very halfling she had run into the forest awhile back. With an amused smirk placed upon her lips, the ivory haired elfess would watch as the halfling ventures further into the Isle of Sunlight, following in silence. 

[Gladuos 869]

The Ram Druid surmises a most hope-filled halfling must exist this day. So ill-prepared they must be. If life doesn't crush them they may persevere yet.

[Parker 390]

"Great." a tall man spoke, underneath his face plate as his tribunal robes blew in the wind.

[devvy 1348]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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