Finding the Mark |Travel|
Nov 29, 2017 10:14:12 GMT -7
Post by Promeleon on Nov 29, 2017 10:14:12 GMT -7
The winds of the coast whipped harshly against his face; the scent of the sea washing over him and cleansing him of the filth of the bandits he had just pulled a job on. The sea was a surprisingly calming place for him. Perhaps it had been all the traveling upon it throughout his life that made it feel more like home than anywhere upon land. The long sleeve black T-shirt over his lithe frame fluttered in the wind, lifting slightly, revealing the bottom part of his stomach and the lower end of his chest rig. A couple of his thirty six daggers were almost visible to those who were willing to look hard enough. The black belt fitted around his waist was set a little looser than usual, but that was because he had eaten a pretty intense breakfast this morning, having come upon a very nice cafe in the small port town. It was so good he had even paid for it. All of his usual tools were in there, the lockpick set, the slot full of copper marbles, his multitool and compass; his spring razor, flash pouch, smoke pouch, goo pouch and incendiary pouch. Even the light blue stones he had found in that mysterious forest were there, all fifteen of them. The last pouch had the gravitic bandages, which he was not wholly sure how to use, but was kind of glad he had.
The holsters on his arms and his legs were all stocked up too, these ones a little more conspicuous than the chest rig, even with the extra blades being held up by his skilled placement. Working with the blades for so long had given him a talent for this kind of thing. The real trick was shaking them loose without stabbing yourself. Barghest sniffed around his feet lazily. Even he was sort of full from the breakfast this morning, as the proprietors were very friendly with dogs, and he had been very receptive to all the treats they were feeding him. Highly unusual. Now they were here waiting for this stupid boat, as it was time to leave the land of water and reach warmer climates. Caspien was sick of being wet. Since he had come to this damned country, he was fairly confident he had not once seen a day without rain, which was frustrating even though he expected it when he came here. He was heading east, to the land of grass on a boat that he had found out was travelling there this morning. They did not know about it of course, but they were a small operation, a couple of traders on their way over to the mainland in a boat that was far bigger than they needed. There would be plenty of room for him to easily just stay out of sight. The harder part would be keeping his dog from eating everything on board, but if he looked really deep, he honestly did not really care if he had to threaten these guys or not.
The boat came chugging serenely from between the harbor pillars the three men visible on board were laughing and looking out towards the open sea. The boat was large and the smoke slowly spilling from the smoke stack rose into the air in large black clouds. Massive amounts of equipment was piled up all over the boat, plenty of places to hide. Grinning, Caspien began running along the dock, sticking to the shadows and trying to stay out of the line of sight of the men on the boat. As he approached, he leapt forward, easily making it onto the back of the boat with the hell hound at his heels, following because he assumed there was some food waiting for him. Rolling on his landing, he quietly pressed himself against a pile of equipment. There were no warning shouts or anything else that made him think that his stowaway status was known to the them. His smile widened and he climbed up onto one of the containers that had cover overhead so that he would be out of the rain. At least it was warm, and once they reached the mainlandm it would be the land of hot springs, and he could get that cool ache from his bones.
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The holsters on his arms and his legs were all stocked up too, these ones a little more conspicuous than the chest rig, even with the extra blades being held up by his skilled placement. Working with the blades for so long had given him a talent for this kind of thing. The real trick was shaking them loose without stabbing yourself. Barghest sniffed around his feet lazily. Even he was sort of full from the breakfast this morning, as the proprietors were very friendly with dogs, and he had been very receptive to all the treats they were feeding him. Highly unusual. Now they were here waiting for this stupid boat, as it was time to leave the land of water and reach warmer climates. Caspien was sick of being wet. Since he had come to this damned country, he was fairly confident he had not once seen a day without rain, which was frustrating even though he expected it when he came here. He was heading east, to the land of grass on a boat that he had found out was travelling there this morning. They did not know about it of course, but they were a small operation, a couple of traders on their way over to the mainland in a boat that was far bigger than they needed. There would be plenty of room for him to easily just stay out of sight. The harder part would be keeping his dog from eating everything on board, but if he looked really deep, he honestly did not really care if he had to threaten these guys or not.
The boat came chugging serenely from between the harbor pillars the three men visible on board were laughing and looking out towards the open sea. The boat was large and the smoke slowly spilling from the smoke stack rose into the air in large black clouds. Massive amounts of equipment was piled up all over the boat, plenty of places to hide. Grinning, Caspien began running along the dock, sticking to the shadows and trying to stay out of the line of sight of the men on the boat. As he approached, he leapt forward, easily making it onto the back of the boat with the hell hound at his heels, following because he assumed there was some food waiting for him. Rolling on his landing, he quietly pressed himself against a pile of equipment. There were no warning shouts or anything else that made him think that his stowaway status was known to the them. His smile widened and he climbed up onto one of the containers that had cover overhead so that he would be out of the rain. At least it was warm, and once they reached the mainlandm it would be the land of hot springs, and he could get that cool ache from his bones.
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