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<blockquote data-quote="Arcturion" data-source="post: 3743877" data-attributes="member: 54632"><p><strong>1.2 Hommes Optare</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: Sienna">1.2 Hommes Optare</span></span></strong></p><p></p><p><em><span style="color: Sienna">What is it that men wish for, a king asks,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: Sienna">Of a pauper, of a knight, and a sellsword.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: Sienna">Riches, says one. Titles, says another.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: Sienna">To be king, declares the last.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: Sienna">Such is the hubris of man.</span></em></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">– King Qadrian Tessius of Drace, the First of His Name, an excerpt from the royal treatise Hommes Optare (“Men Wish”)</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Shadows crept upon the edges of her vision, mocking her, it seemed. Dark gray upon black swirled and parted, forming into the wooden slats of the ceiling that hung above her face. Blinking the mist away from her eyes, Eltera heard the groaning creak of wood and the gentle crash of water in the near distance. She turned her head and found herself lying upon a wide featherbed mattress, her bare limbs twisted in the soft sheets. Breathing rhythmically, she noted that the fabric smelled faintly of Rentiki.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Slowly, the dark aelf sat up and could see that the bed was set into an alcove of the wide cabin she found herself in now, the dim light of several lanterns that hung about the room casting shadows that seemed to dance upon the wooden slats of the walls. The whole of it pitched and rolled slightly beneath her in time to unseen waves just outside the latticed windows across from where she sat, the motion making her feel somewhat ill and nauseous. Her people were not a seafaring race for there were no waves or oceans beneath the sunless depths of the earth.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">It was night, she realized, judging by the darkness beyond the wavering glass and the weak moonlight spilling through it upon the floor. The warmth inside the ship’s cabin was almost cloying as was the sweet scent of burning incense that hung in the air, mingling with the unmistakable tang of sea-salt. Eltera saw a smokeless fire crackling in a stone hearth in the far corner of the room. Did ships have fireplaces, she wondered absently?</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Her long white hair unbound and tussled from a restless sleep, the dark aelf was clothed in nothing but a simple white woolen shift, leaving her limbs naked. Her head ached and it was all she could do to keep the room from spinning in her vision. Gingerly, she flexed her hands and saw that the wounds there were freshly bandaged with no hint of blood to be seen upon the linen. With a start, Eltera twisted this way and that, scanning the room for Amurisil. Her heart leapt into her throat when she saw that the sword was indeed safe and sound, the blade sheathed in its tooled leather scabbard and lying upon the large wooden table at the center of the cabin.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The rest of her belongings were piled there as well, the silvery metal links of her chainmail armor glinting in the moonlight upon the chair where it had been hung. A brass basin of cool water stood upon the table amidst her kit, lapping against the edges as the ship rocked gently to and fro. A pitcher next to it was likewise filled, along with two empty opaque glasses. She was thirsty, and Eltera supposed that it had been hours if not days since she last drank or ate anything. The wind picked up and began to howl then, rattling the latticed glass of the windows with the insistence of a bothersome guest who had overstayed its welcome.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">There was no one else to be seen in the cabin but straining her sharp ears, the dark aelf could hear voices just outside the wide oaken double doors of her room. They were rough sounds, of men bellowing some unknown sea chantey as they diced the night away. The words of their bawdy song were muffled and lost amidst the raucous laughter of the victors and the angry shouted hoots of the losers.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Gathering the blankets closer against her body to ward off some unseen chill, Eltera’s thoughts drifted back to the disturbing images she had witnessed and wondered what it all could mean.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Arcturion, post: 3743877, member: 54632"] [b]1.2 Hommes Optare[/b] [B][SIZE=3][COLOR=Sienna]1.2 Hommes Optare[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B] [I][COLOR=Sienna]What is it that men wish for, a king asks, Of a pauper, of a knight, and a sellsword. Riches, says one. Titles, says another. To be king, declares the last. Such is the hubris of man.[/COLOR][/I] [COLOR=Sienna]– King Qadrian Tessius of Drace, the First of His Name, an excerpt from the royal treatise Hommes Optare (“Men Wish”)[/COLOR] [COLOR=LemonChiffon]Shadows crept upon the edges of her vision, mocking her, it seemed. Dark gray upon black swirled and parted, forming into the wooden slats of the ceiling that hung above her face. Blinking the mist away from her eyes, Eltera heard the groaning creak of wood and the gentle crash of water in the near distance. She turned her head and found herself lying upon a wide featherbed mattress, her bare limbs twisted in the soft sheets. Breathing rhythmically, she noted that the fabric smelled faintly of Rentiki. Slowly, the dark aelf sat up and could see that the bed was set into an alcove of the wide cabin she found herself in now, the dim light of several lanterns that hung about the room casting shadows that seemed to dance upon the wooden slats of the walls. The whole of it pitched and rolled slightly beneath her in time to unseen waves just outside the latticed windows across from where she sat, the motion making her feel somewhat ill and nauseous. Her people were not a seafaring race for there were no waves or oceans beneath the sunless depths of the earth. It was night, she realized, judging by the darkness beyond the wavering glass and the weak moonlight spilling through it upon the floor. The warmth inside the ship’s cabin was almost cloying as was the sweet scent of burning incense that hung in the air, mingling with the unmistakable tang of sea-salt. Eltera saw a smokeless fire crackling in a stone hearth in the far corner of the room. Did ships have fireplaces, she wondered absently? Her long white hair unbound and tussled from a restless sleep, the dark aelf was clothed in nothing but a simple white woolen shift, leaving her limbs naked. Her head ached and it was all she could do to keep the room from spinning in her vision. Gingerly, she flexed her hands and saw that the wounds there were freshly bandaged with no hint of blood to be seen upon the linen. With a start, Eltera twisted this way and that, scanning the room for Amurisil. Her heart leapt into her throat when she saw that the sword was indeed safe and sound, the blade sheathed in its tooled leather scabbard and lying upon the large wooden table at the center of the cabin. The rest of her belongings were piled there as well, the silvery metal links of her chainmail armor glinting in the moonlight upon the chair where it had been hung. A brass basin of cool water stood upon the table amidst her kit, lapping against the edges as the ship rocked gently to and fro. A pitcher next to it was likewise filled, along with two empty opaque glasses. She was thirsty, and Eltera supposed that it had been hours if not days since she last drank or ate anything. The wind picked up and began to howl then, rattling the latticed glass of the windows with the insistence of a bothersome guest who had overstayed its welcome. There was no one else to be seen in the cabin but straining her sharp ears, the dark aelf could hear voices just outside the wide oaken double doors of her room. They were rough sounds, of men bellowing some unknown sea chantey as they diced the night away. The words of their bawdy song were muffled and lost amidst the raucous laughter of the victors and the angry shouted hoots of the losers. Gathering the blankets closer against her body to ward off some unseen chill, Eltera’s thoughts drifted back to the disturbing images she had witnessed and wondered what it all could mean.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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