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May 12, 2007 21:27:24 GMT -6
Post by Aleu on May 12, 2007 21:27:24 GMT -6
- Setting - It was about midnight, with a waxing quarter moon. A few clouds dotted the night sky, but the little light that made it to the water sent the sea sparkling. The edges of the harbor, mountainous and dark, stretched out like arms embracing the ship-haven. Towards the center, small, rippling waves spread in arcs from the small rowboat, sliding silently towards the docks. Its prow gently touched the small pier: Dover serviced only the Mirror Sea and therefore expected no heavy traffic. Wonsu, the craft's guide and a native of the Far West, pulled himself up onto the wooden platform. " Cuerda," he said, unable to speak a word of Esmiran nor English and gesturing at the rope at the bottom of the craft. It was passed up to him. Wonsu lashed the craft to the pier with a peculiar sailor's knot. The group unloaded themselves quickly, pulling their weapons, provisions, and other necessities up after them. Wonsu waited until they finished, then took the rope in hand and gave it a sharp pull, unraveling it all at once into the bottom of the ship. He gave a short wave, then turned and paddled back towards the rendezvous point. Dover is sleeping, save for a few guards patrolling the entrance to the docks. A few merchants seemed to be burning the night oil as well, by the looks of a few lighted windows. Richelieu's orders stated that the meeting would take place in two weeks time in Exeter, which was at least a week's walk away. Officials weren't set to arrive in Exeter until at least three days before the meeting took place, though Chancellor Otto von Bismarck would probably be there early to oversee the preparations. You now stand on the pier, armed and in the dead of night. No one is nearby, but there are three guards posted at every exit and a few merchants are in their homes, updating their records. - Serene - She badly wanted to stretch her wings, but the port was off-limits at this time of day and the last thing Serene wanted was to get caught. Her triple swords lay strapped to her back, vertical between her wings and hidden under a long, dark cloak. Supplies and tools sat muffled with wads of cotton in a pouch at her side, along with a copy of Richelieu's orders (under a fake name, of course). Serene patted her back gently, extending a wing slightly to push the tip of the wrapped-up blades into her hand. She pulled it free of its ties, pulled off the oilcloth, and removed a single blade. Most of its surface had been sullied with dirt to keep it from shining in the moonlight, but the edge was still pristine. "Shall we be off?" she mouthed silently to her companions, pointing at the nearest exit.
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May 13, 2007 15:21:50 GMT -6
Post by Moses Sandor on May 13, 2007 15:21:50 GMT -6
Jack sneaked as silently as he could onto the dock, desperately not wanting to be the person who made to much noise and got caught. For this part, his cape was put away as not to make any noise. Oh really. Sneaking around in the dead of night. That was the ONLY way to do it. Of course. Good thing they have a magician. He peered around, mentally documenting many things he could see, including the guards and their walking paths. How he was going to use anything he figured out, he didn't know.
Stifling a shiver, he pushed his glasses close to his face. So, either we sneak past those guards the traditional way, or I find a way to illusion us past. To be safe, I'd have to use real magic. Just using illusions, I usually set up the conditions of it, and its for entertainment... Ah, I really don't know what to do.
Jack looked at the person - he thought they said her name was Serene - who mouthed that they should get moving. She seemed to know what she was doing, so Jack simply shrugged. The longer they stayed, the more likely they would be seen, and he didn't have enough time to think up a crazy scheme to get that past the guards.
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May 14, 2007 11:05:06 GMT -6
Post by Deviette on May 14, 2007 11:05:06 GMT -6
Dan swooped to the ground. Staying low reduced visibility, but also movement. Crawling on the ground he took a look around. For certain someone was looking out, and that person would let everyone know if something was happening.
The sea was beautiful. A wonderful array of colours pieced together to create a deep turquoise masterpiece. The smell of the air was wonderful, and the wind was on their side, coming from behind them gave them grate visible cover. No one like to look straight into the wind.
Flicking the wind out of his face, Dan looked ahead of him. In the distance he could see a wonderful forest of pine trees, the were receiving a slight ray of silver from the glare of the moon, making it seem like a sliver platter laid out across a green blanket.
"It's so beautiful." He whispered in his wonder. His accent was perfect english, he felt he might as well get into a habit.
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May 16, 2007 15:49:49 GMT -6
Post by Presea Combatir on May 16, 2007 15:49:49 GMT -6
Senith uneasily watched as the others began to leave onto the dock. As they all dispersed, he quickly started after them, being careful not to make too much noise on the dock. The boy's light blue hair bobbed up and down as he brought his pace down to a walk, having caught up to the others.
"Um... Excuse me," he whispered, tapping Serene's shoulder. "I know I was hired as a mercenary to come here and help and all, but I..." Senith nervously began to rub the fabric of his sleeve between his fingers. "I don't really know this area well. I'm not from around here, and I'm not sure that okay for this job. I just kind of... I just..." He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Nevermind. I'm sorry."
Pulling his goggles down over his eyes as a small wind blew, Senith timidly stared at the ground, clasping his hands behind his back. Come on, Senith, you have to have more confidence in yourself. He quickened his pace and his brown sack began to bounce against the side of his leg with his steps. But I hope I don't screw this thing up for everyone. That would be bad... Why didn't I just take that other job they offered me that was in engineering or something? No, I had to go for the mercenary thing...
The boy sighed deeply, unclasping his hands. He brought them up to his head to fidget with his goggles. I hope I don't trip.
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May 28, 2007 20:25:17 GMT -6
Post by Aleu on May 28, 2007 20:25:17 GMT -6
((Be back in a week, going to make buffer posts and get this schoolwork out of the way))
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