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| Topic Started: Feb 23 2009, 09:50 AM (209 Views) | |
| Vaul | Feb 23 2009, 09:50 AM Post #1 |
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The air was rife; the stench overpowering. Voices dominated his ears like vultures crowding the carcass of a fallen animal. The shouts of merchants plying their wares; shoppers fighting for discounts they have no rights to; sailors bringing in new shipments to start the process all over again. It was maddening. Amidst the hustle and bustle of this cacophony of people, a great figure strode; clothed in dark, dirty travelling pants and a heavy black cloak; very slowly and purposefully through, like the bow of a ship cutting through the waves; never raising his head, just continuously walking as he tried to block out the myriad of people around him; most of which stopping in their tracks as he passed to point and whisper. Across his back was slung a net, large enough to normally warrant two men to carry it, filled to the brim with freshly caught fish bound for the various stalls. Though the net was substantial and the contents fresh and numerous, they would only bring the man a paltry sum of money in this commercial driven market. But it was money that was unfortunately needed. His supplies had grown thin of late and he was nearing the end of his emergency rations. Finding the stall he wanted, the great figure of a man stopped and dropped his net next to the merchant, who stood staring open-mouthed at the behemoth who had just approached him. The dark giant was used to this sort of greeting but, even now after so many years, found it uncomfortable to be the subject of that unique stare of abstract horror, amazement and revulsion. After what seemed like an age, the merchant finally came to his senses and began the lengthy process of weighing and counting the new fish stock. None of this official 'stuff' interested the massive figure; all he wanted was to receive his money, collect his supplies and get out of this horrendous place. Crowds made him nervous at the best of times. His size tended to draw unwanted attention. He gazed around the market, always keeping an eye out for any sign of trouble. Paranoia within large crowds had come naturally to the gigantic man. "....name please?" These words suddenly registered that they had been directed towards him and for the first time he fixed his gaze directly upon the merchant instead of looking out into the bustling market. "Y... your name please... I... I need it for my records." The merchant stammered. The large man stood for a moment, his deeply violet eyes gazing into those of the merchant. Then, with a voice that was so juxtaposed to the body delivering it; a voice that seemed to resonate calm and deep power and that made the previous bustle of voices fall silent for a moment, he spoke one simple word. "Vaul." |
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| Maulth | Apr 21 2009, 01:49 AM Post #2 |
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Maulth let his posture relax a little, leaning, relying on the strength of a wharf building. He had been deep in thought when the giant had entered the market, apparently nervous, but not fearful. He seemed...hesitant; unsure of what to do. It was obvious that he didn't want to be here. Even more precarious than his tentative nature, it's not often that you see a giant of man so averse to society, was the net that had burdened his back. "What strength," Maulth wondered aloud. He heard the name drift lazily towards him, in accordance with the subtle wind that had began to stir. "Vaul." How ironic. The man's name was Vaul. Maulth let out a low laugh. The size of this man had reminded Maulth of the great vault, residing in Avalon City in the Northern reaches of Avalon. He felt sympathy for the man. He understood a preferred aversion to social life, yet also the desperate clutches of that need for humanity. Maulth watched as the man made collected his purse for the fish, and made his way to a neighboring stall, picking up what could only be much-needed supplies. Maulth shielded his eyes as the giant of a man made his way in the direction of the sun. Maulth's curiosity was piqued, "I wonder what his story is." he whispered to himself. |
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| John Hardy | Apr 21 2009, 03:08 AM Post #3 |
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John had been bartering with the stallkeeper over his dried reserves when the giant had interrupted, his immense size making the meek merchant forget the battered sailor who had been haggling for coppers. It was hardly surprising - the giant brought wares where John brought only custom that was hardly wanted. Though there was a great diversity of peoples in this area, seamen and pirates alike, the human inhabitants were hardly the most tolerant of peoples and John's half-blood marked him out as scum in their eyes. The man spoke his name "Vaul" John looked over at the grim fellow, crossing his arms and grinning he said "You look ill at ease here Vaul, you hardly seem like the merchant type." John smiled though inside he grimaced - this man could tear him apart if he was so inclined and he didn't seem like the friendly type. Still he needed friends, this foreign land was unforgiving and work was scarce. Perhaps the giant knew a captain or someone who needed a good soldier. The man still hadn't replied, so John spoke again "Where are you staying? You seem like a good man; perhaps I could buy you a drink later?" John could hardly afford that but the advantages outweighed the cost, after all he could always return to theivery if he needed to. John smiled again and waited for the huge man to reply. |
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