MunaZaldrizoti 5751 Share Posted June 10, 2023 The seagulls squalled overhead as a mingling of sailors, merchants, and fishermen milled along the docks and stone wharf of Portoregne. That human city, the southernmost port to be founded on this new continent of Aevos, already seemed to attract those seeking to fill their pockets with more coin. Along that wharf, a figure strode at steady pacing, tall and shrouded in worn verdant robes. The boots that fell upon the pavement were scuffed and spotted, a loosened belt jingling as they moved. That form did slow to a halt, stiffened and reluctant, as they came upon a table. "Got somethin' to trade there?" An aged haggler spoke sharply at them. "No..." A voice from beneath the hood would reply, though the tone was weary and unsure. Aenora Araaloq had been one of the last to flee those accursed ruins of Savoy, watching that adopted homeland of Almaris be overrun by blood and darkness. But what were either of those vile things to one such as her? Now, months later and after weeks at sea, she was worn and starved and alone. The mali'fenn drew in a breath, a palm falling to that final possession she owned. A rapier, hilt unpolished and blade somewhat dulled, crafted by her father for her protection. But for all the good sentiment behind that gift, she could only recall the crossbow bolt she had fired at her cursed mother's heart. The memory of her deciding to separate from her kin and take up with a maddened prince. How foolish she felt for so many years thereafter, left abandoned and discarded as a result of her unbridled hubris. The elfess cleared her throat, "Ti...actually. I do have something..." A few moments later, that belt and the blade that hung limply from it were laid upon the haggler's table, exchanged for a handful of minted coins. That informal exchange was swept away quickly, amidst the throng crowding that seaside thoroughfare, her story unimportant and left unspoken. As she made the trek towards the looming city gates, she felt the knot forming in her stomach. For now she realized, with that last act, her father was truly dead...the last of the Araaloq, left with nothing but memories and ghosts. Spoiler Being a nerd and trying to read upon on what this character has been up to since last I rp'd with them was 100% worth it. Loved this! 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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