Post by tidas1971 on Jul 21, 2016 3:25:24 GMT 1
Open Water
OE Year 10,110
Written by: Samuel Robert Whitaker, Annemarie Schoonheim-Bos, Adam Rollins, Danielle Kilpatrick, C.J. Meier, April Suzanne Durfee Landon
The heavy winds that had blown the small vessels far out to sea had calmed down and the tiny boats now rocked back and forth very gently.
Tidas opens his eyes to the sound of voices crying out in the night, some in fear and others in pain from unknown injuries. He is unaware that he and his tattered group are no longer near the islands beaches. His head was pounding as he slowly tried to raise his body from the rough floor of the boat. His vision is a bit blurry as he tries to focus on his surroundings. Tidas raises one arm to touch the back of his head only to find his hand wet with blood.
'Where am I? I tried to beg my people to run to the boats. I remember holding my staff in front of myself to block the heavy blow from a troll swinging a hammer but I was unaware of the troll that was behind me. I remember hearing Ravens voice shout "Take the old seagull and make sure he stays in the boat." After that only darkness.'
Tidas can make out half a dozen boats drifting nearby. He also notices movement from several in the water splashing about as they go from boat to boat. His mind begins to drift back to the tsunami and storms that took the lives of many of his and and Ravens tribe mates just a little over five full turns of the seasons ago. The tribe had seen several recognitions, life matings and births since then and he was satisfied the tribe would once again continue to grow and survive. And now the two joining tribes had been attacked by trolls that once lived in underground tunnels in the depths of the now fallen towers. The trolls were thought to be long gone but instead came to steal slaves and rock shapers.
Turning to the figure next to him. "How many lost?"
OE Year 10,110
Written by: Samuel Robert Whitaker, Annemarie Schoonheim-Bos, Adam Rollins, Danielle Kilpatrick, C.J. Meier, April Suzanne Durfee Landon
The heavy winds that had blown the small vessels far out to sea had calmed down and the tiny boats now rocked back and forth very gently.
Tidas opens his eyes to the sound of voices crying out in the night, some in fear and others in pain from unknown injuries. He is unaware that he and his tattered group are no longer near the islands beaches. His head was pounding as he slowly tried to raise his body from the rough floor of the boat. His vision is a bit blurry as he tries to focus on his surroundings. Tidas raises one arm to touch the back of his head only to find his hand wet with blood.
'Where am I? I tried to beg my people to run to the boats. I remember holding my staff in front of myself to block the heavy blow from a troll swinging a hammer but I was unaware of the troll that was behind me. I remember hearing Ravens voice shout "Take the old seagull and make sure he stays in the boat." After that only darkness.'
Tidas can make out half a dozen boats drifting nearby. He also notices movement from several in the water splashing about as they go from boat to boat. His mind begins to drift back to the tsunami and storms that took the lives of many of his and and Ravens tribe mates just a little over five full turns of the seasons ago. The tribe had seen several recognitions, life matings and births since then and he was satisfied the tribe would once again continue to grow and survive. And now the two joining tribes had been attacked by trolls that once lived in underground tunnels in the depths of the now fallen towers. The trolls were thought to be long gone but instead came to steal slaves and rock shapers.
Turning to the figure next to him. "How many lost?"