Post by thormundsson on Jul 18, 2011 14:35:31 GMT -5
The wind was blowing steadily towards the east, exactly towards their destination. It seemed as if fate itself had decided that their journey must not be delayed. Off in the distance Rael could see their destination, Shivre Mountain. The place had a very ominous look to it, being a secular mountain town with almost nothing else going on save for weapons production. That alone though was enough to make it a very valuable place. A lot of the marines weaponry came from that island and the growing threat of the mountain bandits was getting out of hand.
"You know, one of the main things I'll like once we stand at the top is the fact we don't have to ride on such a crummy little passenger vessel" Rael said as he turned from the view of the mountain to address is old friend. It seemed that even Dante, relaxed as he always was, was getting interested in this little mission of theirs. They were on board the "blowfish" a very small and slow vessel that ferried men and merchandise between Shivre and Jreum island. The ship's captain, fat and bloated as the ship itself, had been reluctant to accept marines aboard his vessel but after a nice discussion he had agreed to take them aboard. He had become very co-operative when Rael threatened to split him from toe to shoulder with his blade and as usual Dante had to step in and grab him.
"I wasn't going to kill him, just give him a few scars to be proud of!" Rael said, his voice showing more annoyance than he had meant it to. He unsheathed his shortsword and began tossing it between his hands and spinning it around. It always calmed him to do it and he had never quite figured out why. Most likely it was the calm rhythm he got into, switching it from hand to hand with reckless skill. He always did hesitate to do it in front of people, it showed them more than he wanted but he was frustrated now and needed to blow off some steam. He knew as far as blade skills he was a somewhat better than Dante but the man made up for it with a body and physical power that out classed Rael by a mile.
"Alright, I heard their tavern is pretty good so I figure we can hole up there for the duration of this. Seems like it won't be easy to find or take down these bandits so it'll probably be better to have a place to stay...." he trailed of as the ship sailed into the harbor, the fat piece of wood that it was.
"You know, one of the main things I'll like once we stand at the top is the fact we don't have to ride on such a crummy little passenger vessel" Rael said as he turned from the view of the mountain to address is old friend. It seemed that even Dante, relaxed as he always was, was getting interested in this little mission of theirs. They were on board the "blowfish" a very small and slow vessel that ferried men and merchandise between Shivre and Jreum island. The ship's captain, fat and bloated as the ship itself, had been reluctant to accept marines aboard his vessel but after a nice discussion he had agreed to take them aboard. He had become very co-operative when Rael threatened to split him from toe to shoulder with his blade and as usual Dante had to step in and grab him.
"I wasn't going to kill him, just give him a few scars to be proud of!" Rael said, his voice showing more annoyance than he had meant it to. He unsheathed his shortsword and began tossing it between his hands and spinning it around. It always calmed him to do it and he had never quite figured out why. Most likely it was the calm rhythm he got into, switching it from hand to hand with reckless skill. He always did hesitate to do it in front of people, it showed them more than he wanted but he was frustrated now and needed to blow off some steam. He knew as far as blade skills he was a somewhat better than Dante but the man made up for it with a body and physical power that out classed Rael by a mile.
"Alright, I heard their tavern is pretty good so I figure we can hole up there for the duration of this. Seems like it won't be easy to find or take down these bandits so it'll probably be better to have a place to stay...." he trailed of as the ship sailed into the harbor, the fat piece of wood that it was.