Days at sea went by and Tam's pale skin was getting tan, and somewhat burned as well. Something he wasn't used to in the depths of the dwarven kingdom. Still his resolve was strong and true to his word, had yet to use the bucket that seemed to glare at him every time he was on deck. A call from the crow's nest alerted everyone, another port was on the horizon. It seemed that they had arrived at their first destination...
Vyrian needed to get as far away from her incestuous father as she could. She needed time to think, to build, to plot. Nothing seemed better than the farthest reaches of some place called the Mwangi expanse. She found the map in the stolen coffer she pilfered from her father. Even though two hundred gold pieces wasn't much to the old man, he was a miser and wouldn't soon forget who had stolen from him. He would have his men looking for her.
She was right. All night it seemed she dodged her father's men from one alley to the next until she found herself at the docks. Morning had rose and Vyrian looked to see which ship was leaving first. From the looks of it, it appeared to be a ship named the Jenivere. With any luck it was heading south and if it wasn't... well anywhere was better than here.
Spasseltock Nimblefingers kender CN (with good tendencies) Rogue/13, Handler/ 8
Vexo gnome N Master 8 Key of Destiny
Shayle Wist'lya Bothan Noble 3/Scoundrel 1 Star Wars: Dawn of Defiance
"Well my dear friend, in the chronicles of history good isn't the only thing you read about. Evil has it's own tale as well. History is history, whether good or bad, I don't discriminate." Vexo said in a lecturers' tone.