Peace and Quiet.

4 Dyo 81382
Shen Miag

The port of Terhesian was quiet, no one was around, not even fisherdragons. A white
pelted half-Yki liked it that way. Shen stood at the end of the docks staring out to the
water like he was hypnotized, or like something was calling him out there and was
wandering what. He preferred to come to Terhesian Port rather than anywhere else.
The quiet evening of the sunset peaceful to him. No noise whatsoever, not even
avians. He took a stretch, then sat down.

He down at the water under him, thinking. Him being Kugsuem of the Olsenu, he was
around noise and sounds alot, but there were days he had to get away. Terhesian Port
was the best. "What am I to do?" he asked himself softly.

 

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OOC: Sorry for the wait, I meant on replying immediately but got caught up in conversations.

Although the arden was by no means a great voyager he enjoyed a good seafaring outing. On the day he'd set out the weather was befitting of a trip -- the redveja was pregnant in the sky, unhindered by cloud or craft. But, like all those who were well acquainted with water, he knew the weather never abided to one easy, laid-back mood. So when the rain came down upon him in such great plenty he didn't fret nor become startled by it. He simply embraced it and did what he could within his ship, his home.

Truth be told he could've crossed the distance between Mansukh and the Port without the use of a simple worldly ship. He could've gone on foot and by portal, stopping at resting stations when he found it suiting. But his boat was such a hardy thing and it hadn't seen such a long trip in a while. Plus he adored the spray of brine-filled waters against his face, the undefined freedom that seafaring travel gave him. Thus, he'd made the decision to go by his houseboat. Even in the splatter of rain, he stood by his choice.

But now, as a new day broke and the sky parted with the sun again, he thought it might be wise to finally get to his destination and quit stalling about in mid-sea. Supplies were only finite and he had work back in Mansukh to attend to. So he docked at a cove nearby the Terhesian Port as he'd done many times, keeping his vessel hidden in the sandy recess so as to avoid it being plundered. Once he felt it was near invisible he made his way toward the Port but found it to be rather vacant that day. Brow lofted, Ploy looked around with a crook in his lips. Nearby the ivory mix-blood could be seen but, at the time, the arden didn't notice him.
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OOC: It's ok :)

IC:
For some reason Shen lost all awareness of his surroundings. He continued to stare out at the water with nothing interrupting him. He soon shook himself out of the trance he was in, getting his sense of awareness back. He took a deep breathe, then leaned back, using arms as support. His ears perked up at the sound footsteps. He didn't turn just yet. It might be a thief, but still he reached for his crossbow that was holstered onto his back. He reached around his back, slowly and carefully grabbing the handle of the Shooting Star. He took a quick breath, then swiftly unholstered the Shooting Star, turning his body 'round to face this mysterious person and aiming his crossbow.

Facing the pendragon, Shen didn't pull the trigger. He quickly examined the pendragon, then drew his crossbow back. "Forgive me. I thought you were a thief or rogue." This person wasn't a rogue or thief in anyway to Shen. Shen must have a thought he was a fisher of some kind. He reached around his back again then reholstered his crossbow. Turning his attention back to this "ardan", Shen asked, "Are you from around these parts?"

 

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Ploy wasn't a frequent visitor here in the least, but from past sojourns, he had made a few friends of some grizzly-looking swashbucklers. How? He traded them meals made right from within his houseboat for a few of their lesser-adored trinkets. Other times they bartered for more disturbing objects, but such events were secret and only those there knew what'd gone down.

On this day Ploy was in seek of something exotic and beautiful to return home with. Lamaria had been treating him with such generosity that he wanted to gift her, for once, with something better than a meal, a night out, a smile. His mind intent on this, he'd not noticed the movement stirring in the corner of his eye until it was too late -- turning, quite casually, he found himself faced with the sharpened end of a bow. Of course, this caused him a slight start.

But accustomed was he to violence, to weapons, to accidents. The fine network of scars treading over his body, over his face, made this fact obvious. So, when the stranger apologized to him Ploy only smiled gently, an easy curve to the lips to warm his handsome face. <font color=#8cb1a7>"Eh, dun't worri'. I've seen it before."</font> To this statement he followed up with a shrug. Meanwhile his brilliant eyes made their way across the mixblood's face, hunting the arden's origins and occupation. Obviously, the both of them were swarthy. <font color=#8cb1a7>"No, I'm not. But aye do make ma' visits. And you, you're a regular?"</font>
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Shen wasn't an ardan of violence in anyway. Instead, he was an ardan of peace and caring. The only reason he has a crossbow is for protection and self-defense, through was a rebel in his youth and very disobedient. Today, Shen wasn't going to resort to violence, even to the Innocent. Making sure the crossbow was holstered onto his back properly, Shen turned to face the ardan that was there. "Seen it before? You've seen a crossbow like this one before?" Shen wander if Ploy was thinking about his kind of crossbow or a different kind. He didn't think on for long, though.

The way Ploy was talking it was confusing to Shen, but he was able to make sense out of it. "Visits? Hm, I come here often to get away from the noise and sound of the crew and the engines of the ship." Regular? Shen wished he was. Instead, he's a cross-breed.
"I'm a mix-breed. My mother, Yki. My father, Pendragon. I wouldn't call that regular, but I'm used to being this way."

 

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Ploy's expression flickered with a momentary confusion, but he recovered swiftly enough. <font color=#8cb1a7>"Yeah, a crossbow. Ah mean, I've have one pointed at me more than once."</font> At this statement he bowed his head, nodding with recollection. He'd been the target of one too many weapons before -- actually, a whole myriad of them. Come to think of it, he'd probably been put before more weapons in his lifetime than he'd touched. The thought was dismissed, however, for like Shen, Ploy was an arden of peace and no more.

<font color=#8cb1a7>"Oh..."</font> It was evident that the pendragon was simply going along with the stranger's words. His maw dipped up and down in a quiet nod until, ah! a lightbulb switched itself on in the darkness of his mind. With this revelation came a broad grin that spread over the male's face. Perhaps he ought to watch what he said and how he said it. <font color=#8cb1a7>"Y'know, comrade, I jus' meant to ask if you frequented the Terhesian Ports of'en! Though, hah, that would explain your dashing looks, I guess!"</font> With that the pendragon stepped a few paces closer, hands in pockets and looking smug, content. <font color=#8cb1a7>"I don't know how you come around here to get some peace, mm. Ah travel here so I kin buy some goods or make some coin! Usually it's more busy, fulla pirating bloaks."</font>

Both smile and frame pause, however, as if he suddenly realized he might be treading on broken glass, so to speak. <font color=#8cb1a7>"Yer not a pirate, are ye?"</font>
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"Yeah, a crossbow. Ah mean, I've have one pointed at me more than once." What about guns!? What about guns? Surely Ploy would have had a gun of some kind pointed at him aswell. Shen thought about it for a moment, then dismissed it. It wasn't really important at the moment. The platinum feathered half-Yki just had to know what else Ploy had pointed at him, like a gun, a sword, a dagger, a spear, anything. He just had to know. He wasn't sure why, though. "Don't mind me asking, but what else did you have pointed at you?" The thought must have crossed Shen's mind. It wasn't like him to ask about those kind of things. It was like...he wants to know more about Ploy. That's very unlikely of Shen.

"Y'know, comrade, I jus' meant to ask if you frequented the Terhesian Ports of'en! Though, hah, that would explain your dashing looks, I guess!" Shen was misunderstood. He thought that Ploy was asking if he was a normal Pendragon like himself. Shen, however, gave a straight answer. "Oh, Not all the time. Like I said, to get away from the engines and the crew..." And dashing looks? Why would Ploy say "dashing looks"? Shen wasn't good looking in anyway. He doesn't even try to, but he just said, "and thanks." Thought he didn't see him, Shen heard Ploy move closer to him. He didn't hesitate to say anything. Sometimes, he would say, "Any closer and your dead," but he didn't. He just let him closer. "I don't know how you come around here to get some peace, mm. Ah travel here so I kin buy some goods or make some coin! Usually it's more busy, fulla pirating bloaks." How? I would be obvious that got here by some means of transport. "I came here by airship. I'm Shen Miag, Kugsuem of the Olsenu and Founder of the Clan Klentur and Sky Pirate. What about you? What do you do?"

 

<table width="90%" style="background-color: #e2e0af; border: 5px #d7aa69 double; " cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face="comic sans ms" color="#58450c" style="font-size:8pt;"> Although he became a little weary at the twice-mentioned subject of firearms and weaponry, Ploy's soft voice extended once more. <font color=#8cb1a7>"Well, I've had plenteh'. Guns, dashing swords, kniaves, arrows, um, once an axe,"</font> recounted the arden with a slight smile, head bowing in a momentary nod of reflection. As he considered the variety of objects that'd been directed his way, he began to smile and become more animated. Indeed, he'd realized the sheer humour of it. Pretty soon his grin was full-throttle again. <font color=#8cb1a7>"Nut many carry a scythe, but I've had something similar swung in my direction. I've had spoons and forks, pistols, bayonets, daggers, hmn... No canons! Batons, sticks, paddles... And a few times I've seen a halberd. Ah like halberds, they're handsome lookin'. Well, does that do et for ya?"</font> He tipped his maw down to give the stranger an eye-to-eye peer. A hand was touched to the grizzly beard licking the end of his square chin.

After having delivered what seemed like a saintly procession of weaponry Ploy shuffled both hands into the pockets of his dirty cargo pants. Looking over the male it was easy to decipher his attitude from the manner in which he dressed; the simplicity of his cargo pants, white 'wifebeater', and steely blue 'donkey jacket' were telling of his general low-maintenance lifestyle. It wasn't hard to imagine him getting into much trouble and not caring a great deal about it. <font color=#8cb1a7>"A clan, you say? I 'aven't met a clan leader before."</font> His eyes rested back upon the calm sight of the restless waters temporarily before veering back to the other and his ivory wings, his stark-white image. <font color=#8cb1a7>"Nor have ah ever met a sky pirate! Ye pillage the airways?"</font> Ploy's brash manner of speech had a cheerful cadence to it even when it dares touch on topics that sometimes are better left alone. Sometimes he simply put the wrong words to use. <font color=#8cb1a7>"Comrade Shen, I am just a lowly fisherdragon, ah am. I come around here to offer my services, to pick up nice treasure."</font> The expansion on name and background seemed to call for a shaking of hands, or some sort of gesture to compact the moment. Ploy stood awaiting some sort of reaction from the mongrel Yki, though he would've not been stricken with surprise had the arden responded with nothing at all.
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"Well, I've had plenteh'. Guns, dashing swords, kniaves, arrows, um, once an axe," Wow, Ploy had many kinds of weapons pointed at him. Shen was really impressed. "Nut many carry a scythe, but I've had something similar swung in my direction. I've had spoons and forks, pistols, bayonets, daggers, hmn... No canons! Batons, sticks, paddles... And a few times I've seen a halberd. Ah like halberds, they're handsome lookin'. Well, does that do et for ya?" Even cutlery? Weird. Scythes? Why scythes? You would only see them in farms and fields. And a halberd? Shen thought for a moment. Pendzez had a halberd, but for 14 years of age, he could only wield it. "A halberd? Come to think of it, I have a member of my Clan who is fourteen years old and he can wield and no one else. So many things and you didn't touched by any of them?"

"A clan, you say? I 'aven't met a clan leader before." Shen was probably the only Clan leader in the whole of Ramath. Only his Clan is the only one so far.
"Well, I'm probably the only you will meet. I'm not sure if there are any others." Being a sky pirate, it's a good job. "Nor have ah ever met a sky pirate! Ye pillage the airways?" Pillage? The only pillaging Shen does is in ruins. "No, only ruins." "Comrade Shen, I am just a lowly fisherdragon, ah am. I come around here to offer my services, to pick up nice treasure." A fisherdragon? Shen sometimes thought of fishing, but never got around to it. Always thought, though. However, it sounded like he wants to join. "Services? Hm. That's nice."

 

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<font color=#8cb1a7>"If ya have anything ta trade, or need assistance or another temporary hand on deck, you let me know. Ah, by the way, I'm Ploy."</font> Seeing as Shen hadn't extended himself to offer a handshake, Ploy simply fell back and looked into the distance, surveying the scene. Hmn, if he couldn't find what he was looking for then he'd have to depart shortly. The day was not to be wasted!
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"Can he? Fourteen, that's a good age. He'll be a master of the weapon by th' time he's twenty, I'd give it. Though, comrade, of course I've been hit by the things pointed at me. Y'not see my face?" Pendzez already mastered the abilities of his halberd, like his father before him. Shen about Koexar for a while. 3 years it's has been that Koexar disappeared. Shen thought that Koexar was alright, even his kid. "Actually, he has already mastered the abilities of the halberd." But his words were aroused by the scars Ploy had. Shen looked at the scars like he had microscopic eyes. "Oh my. How did that happen?" Ploy would definitely have to thank the mistress luck for surviving such a harsh assault. "Yes, you have to thank the mistress luck for the survival. Oh and by the way, this crossbow is the only weapon I can use." But Shen of something about Ploy. Ploy was readying for something, like an assault. Shen would never do that.

"If ya have anything ta trade, or need assistance or another temporary hand on deck, you let me know. Ah, by the way, I'm Ploy." Shen stood up with a quick stretch. Turning to face Ploy, he smiled, "I appreciate the offer, but my crew can handle it. By the way, it's nice to meet you Ploy." He extended out his hand indicating a handshake.

 

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<font color=#8cb1a7>"Well, don't forget mah offer anyway, Shen."</font> And at this he extended his own hand with a nod, happy to have finalized their acquaintance with a tangible, physical action. Ploy's touch was warm and firm though not in any way was he curt. Some males had the tendency to be stiff and quick with their shakes but Ploy was not the type. Not in the least. <font color=#8cb1a7>"You'll nevah know when danger ahrises!"</font>
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"I've hung around all tha wrong places, ah guess. Ah mean, there are a hell'a pirates 'round here and I didn't start off on a perfect note with all of them." Considering the dangert around every corner, Shen was aware of what he does and where he goes. His crossbow is what he brings if he gets into trouble, but it does have it's flaws. "I've also hung around places that get me into trouble, but I always get out unharmed. I guess I'm lucky." The thought that troubled Shen. How was it that he was able to get out of trouble was a mystery to him.

"It's a beautiful lookin' crossbow. I don't see those around verreh often, but always admire them. I, myself, don't handle too many weapuns." The Shooting Star was beautiful to the eyes of anyone. The name "Shooting Star" was given because of the pure silver that made it. "Thanks, it's made from silver, real silver. It was made during the night under the starlight, hence the name, Shooting Star."

"Well, don't forget mah offer anyway, Shen. You'll nevah know when danger ahrises!" Well that was true. Danger could jump right in front of you at any minute. Shen, however, didn't fear it, but he always thought about. "I won't forget it, Ploy. However, I always wondered that if I die, who would be leader of the Clan, Kugsuem of the Olsenu, and continue what I started? I have no son, not even a thill."

 

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<font color=#8cb1a7>"But che' have members, no? Ones that are loyal t'you til the ends of the sky?"</font> He queried this with a light, flutish tone, hoping to spark some optimism into what seemed like a dreary topic. It was not in Ploy's character to leave the another feeling down, not even a stranger! <font color=#8cb1a7>"And there's no scarcity of gals 'round this world, chap. Ah'm sure you'll come across one for ye sooner er later. When's tha lass' time you been in love?"</font> The question came unexpectedly from Ploy's mouth. As soon as it left he wished he could take it back; speaking about love seemed to leave many people feeling longing.
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"But che' have members, no? Ones that are loyal t'you til the ends of the
sky?" Now that was true. There were many loyal members on the Olsenu.
Actually, come to think of it, mabye Pendzez could take over. The thought was
continued by Pendzez's girl, Jynx. Mabye the two can take over the burden of
Kugsuem and leader of the Clan Klentur, and there kids after them. Well,
mabye if Shen could find a gal, his son or daughter would take over. "That is
true, there. I'm sure that Pendzez could take over. I see a lot of potential in
him."

"And there's no scarcity of gals 'round this world, chap. Ah'm sure you'll come
across one for ye sooner er later. When's tha lass' time you been in love?"
Now that was difficult question. The last time, well that was hard. "Um, that's
difficult. No, not really."

 

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Ploy watched intently as Shen carefully played out his words, and then quietly nodded off into the distance. Yeah, love was a truly fickle thing, wasn't it? He blinked a few times rather slowly and then decided it was soon time for him to be off. The port was unusually quiet that day but surely he would be able to find something after a little putter around. Thus, he nodded gently in Shen's direction.

<font color=#e2e0af>"Thass th' style o' love, mmm. Diff'cult."</font> he said with a soft smile. <font color=#e2e0af>"Well Shen, I ought to 'ead off. It's still earleh, and I've got much t'do. It was nice meetin' ye, knowing ma' luck I'll bump in ta ya sooner than lata."</font> Crinkles formed at the sides of his eyes as he put on but another smile, this one broader, before giving a conclusive nod.
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