Aral Whitewind

[Appeals. 4]

"Ugh... my... head." Were the first words out of Aral's mouth. From the feel of moving wood, and look of water rotted boards, he he was in the stern of a ship. Immediately, he tried to move his arms. Ok good, he was not bound in any way, so perhaps he was not a captive. He had been in surprisingly too many situations like this, but how much ale had he of drunk, he couldn't remember... anything. Where exactly was he...

He rolled out of the comfortable bed, and onto hard wood, getting on his feet and straitening his cloth over his eye. It had bled in the night again, but the crimson cloth showed no signs of it. Aside from the obvious moving wood, Aral was stumbling too much. He had a massive hang over, but it was more than that. How did he get here, why was he here, and what happened to his little shack in the woods. All these questions were about to be answered, but it was oblivious to Aral.

Looking around, he saw no one in the lowest part of the stern, so he began climbing the ladder upwards. Slowly, he saw more and more people, and quickly rose to the top. Flipping open the hatch, he busted into broad daylight, to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. After basking in its glow for but a few seconds, it is then he realized what was happening. Looking around, 10 ships surrounded this very one, and every one of them crowded to the brink.

"HELP HELP, MY BABY IS MISSING!" He heard on a ship opposite to this one, along with 3000 other cries for help. Aeriel's blessing, it was chaos here, it looked as if the world just ended, unbeknownst to Aral, was that it had. Immediately he stopped the first person what was happening, the man just scoffed and told him to screw off. He got no answer from anyone, as if it was obvious and he was just being a little prick, bringing up lost memories, until finally someone told him. Aegis, was, gone.

For nearly two minutes, Aral ran every possible thing that could have happened, it all lead back to the undead. "God damnit" he yelled before aggressively beating a non living board. Aside from basic memories and events, Aral remembered nothing much, but he knew, Aegis was his home. He learned to wield a blade there, to shoot a bow, he mastered the art of forging, and now... it was all gone. His right side of his face began to bleed again, it was time to re bandage it, he isolated himself and began, but as he threw the bloodied bandage into the ocean, he couldn't help but feel that Aegis was the bandage, and this new one, this new life, was where he was meant to be. Thus is the story of Aral Whitewind, waking upon a mystery ship and ready for anything.

[Lykos 276]

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[Appeals. 4]

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