A New Side to Senphos

After leaving the Drunken Almiraj Rui sets off through the city with Randir following behind.  “Now that our presence is officially known it’s safe to go about the city normally.”

The Best of Friends

The Drunken Almiraj PT. 2

Entering into the side door a well-lit stairwell extended downwards.  Rui calmly entered with Randir cautiously following behind.  At the bottom it opened up into a large club looking space.  A large stocked bar lined one wall, and patrons mingled among the various tables, and booths.  A large open doorway leads the way into a section of different forms of entertainment.  Darts, billiards, various card games, etc.

The Drunken Almiraj

Rui woke up Randir early the next morning.  The elf boy got up groggily as he didn’t get much sleep the previous night.  “What’s wrong boy?  Couldn’t sleep?”

Senphos

(Other updates:  I’ve made an update to the chapter “Tools of the trade.”  It’s just a simple change.  I replaced Randir’s staff katana with a pair of hunting daggers.  I felt like these would work more realistically, and an assassin running around with katanas felt too ridiculous in my mind.)

In the early spring weather; the bank of lake Wodd crunches with ice as the boat is partially beached by the weary sailors.  “Goodbye,  You served me well.”

“Quit your whining Psari.  I’ll get you a new boat if you’re that heartbroken over it.”

“I’ll be holding you to that Rui!”

Lake Wodd

(AN:  I’m very sorry about the long hiatus.  My life just went to hell for a while, and then it finally quieted down.  Though it was quiet for a while I wasn’t quite ready to get back to writing.  I recently started working, and had very little spare time.  I’m just getting into a stable schedule, and decided I needed to write something.  Thank you to those still here, and welcome to those who come in the future.)

After successfully escaping the docks I hoped that we would be cut some slack.  I was wrong; barely a minute after we cleared the labyrinthine docks a group of three privateer ships began following in our wake.  “Rui!”

“I see them.  Keep rowing.  Hopefully we can outrun them.”

“That’s a doubtful hope, and you know it Rui.”

“Psari can you please stop arguing with me about everything!”

Jawix

“Welcome to Jawix.  It’s a rather small city but it has its own charms.”

“Like the random barrels of fish?”

“Exactly like the random barrels of fish.”

Death March

(Rui’s POV)

Six years since the boy was orphaned and taken away from home.  Six years and yet he kept going without reason or hope.  I’ve never once heard him cry or laugh.  Not a single smile.  The only hint of him having a persona was occasional sarcasm, or statements of opinion.

Recruitment Day (Part 2)

The blackness faded as if someone slowly pulled away a curtain of darkness revealing a forest.  We are lying face up in a clearing with a metal table in the center, and a path leading out of the clearing.  “Ugh.”

I’m Still Alive and Writing

I figured that I should write this update due to my annoying lack of writing progress.  I’ve spent way too long procrastinating which was only enforced by all the crazy IRL stuff that keeps popping up whenever I decide to sit down and write.  (Example:  Ok I’ve had my lazy day so I’ll write the next post in the morning.  *Sudden last minute family dinner!* -_- *pulls out duster*)  Now the obligatory excuses are over! I have the next post about 50% done and can possibly finish it tomorrow.  (Please let this not jinx it.)  I haven’t posted for over a month now, and feel like I’ve let myself down.  I hope I don’t make this a habit and can push past this dry spell.  As always, I hope you guys are doing well.

Recruitment Day (Part 1)

(AN:  I’m still working on figuring out the main story so this is just a taste of what this world is like.)

“I am a monster?  Who knows?  I’ve been called many things: hero, sociopath, psychopath, protector, and son.  You choose which to call me, for I am in no position to name myself.  The only name I know that is truly mine is Nesathion.”

~Nesathion Sangne