megamania
Hero
UNDER A DARKSUN
SEGMENT 005
“First Impressions”
Feel weak…tired. Not sure what happened to me. I was speaking to Aldoroan…heard a voice…. I felt a sudden wave of tiredness and sleep overcome me. I was bewitched! Mania attempts to sit up quickly but can not. A dull pain claws it’s way up and down his back and throat. Ugh. Left for dead by elfs…how elven of them.
Mania’s eyes sting as he slowly opens them. The light coming in is deluted but still strong. A canvas covers his body. The sensation of moving is clear to him. Boxes surround him packing him in tightly. He feels some moisture by his side and finds a waterskin. The waterskin is made from a stomach but is clear and clean. He gags still on the first mouthful. How long was he out in the desert he wonders to himself. It is clear I am dehydrated and rescued by someone otherthan slavers. Very slowly and quietly he turns over and crawls to the front of the enclosed wagon. He peers through a tear to see where he is and whom the driver is.
The driver is….beautiful. Her hair is long and seemily floats on the air doing a gentle and graceful dance. It is a soft light brown. Her skin is smooth despite the sun exposure. He can see a bit of her shape through the lose satin-like gown she wears. She is talking to herself (okay- crazy but still a delight to look at). She talks to her raised hand as if it is a separate person.
“Yes, Dogg. I want to bring him into the holding area. I see no harm in that and if dad disagrees I will deal with him at that point. He is badly dehydrated and lucky I am a follower of water. He may have gone into the grey otherwise.”
“You’re the head of this group Jocasta…I’ll do what you say.” Answers her hand in clearly a male voice!
“Huh?!?”
“Dogg- our guest is awake. Please let the others know we are taking a short break.” She turns towards him now. Her beauty grows. “How are you?”
Mania now sees she was talking into a crystal tied to her glove. Communication or scrying item…wonderful he thinks sarcastically. “I am known only as Mania. I was left for dead by elves at night. Where are we? What day is it?
“I am Jocasta Blewes. Currently I am running goods from Tyr to Nibenay for my father. In turn he gets a small amount of profit from the Shom trade house for doing this. We found you this morning. You were suffering from dehydration when Dogg found you. I gave you rite of passage on this caravan along with some water.”
“I am endebted to you Miss Blewes.” Mania trys to be as charming as possible. It seems to work as Jocasta blushes a moment before turning back to job on hand. Mania climbs skillfully around the wagon’s outside to her side. “No need to stop on my account.”
“Jocasta or Joe if it pleases you. No need to be formal.” She smiles but keeps looking forward. “Also with me are Dirty Dogg, my scout , Drunch and Fretti whom flank us and Kye whom is behind us.”
“Blewes….House of Blewes…I have heard of your father. Rumors really. He is truly respected and trusted by many houses not known for trusting others. What he does is so rare. Outsiders working as the entire caravan is otherwise unheard of.”
“Glad you have heard of him and respect him already. That rock cropping ahead of us marks Nibenay’s outer limits. We’ll be there within a few hours. I will have much to explain to my father when we arrive…with you.”
SEGMENT 005
“First Impressions”
Feel weak…tired. Not sure what happened to me. I was speaking to Aldoroan…heard a voice…. I felt a sudden wave of tiredness and sleep overcome me. I was bewitched! Mania attempts to sit up quickly but can not. A dull pain claws it’s way up and down his back and throat. Ugh. Left for dead by elfs…how elven of them.
Mania’s eyes sting as he slowly opens them. The light coming in is deluted but still strong. A canvas covers his body. The sensation of moving is clear to him. Boxes surround him packing him in tightly. He feels some moisture by his side and finds a waterskin. The waterskin is made from a stomach but is clear and clean. He gags still on the first mouthful. How long was he out in the desert he wonders to himself. It is clear I am dehydrated and rescued by someone otherthan slavers. Very slowly and quietly he turns over and crawls to the front of the enclosed wagon. He peers through a tear to see where he is and whom the driver is.
The driver is….beautiful. Her hair is long and seemily floats on the air doing a gentle and graceful dance. It is a soft light brown. Her skin is smooth despite the sun exposure. He can see a bit of her shape through the lose satin-like gown she wears. She is talking to herself (okay- crazy but still a delight to look at). She talks to her raised hand as if it is a separate person.
“Yes, Dogg. I want to bring him into the holding area. I see no harm in that and if dad disagrees I will deal with him at that point. He is badly dehydrated and lucky I am a follower of water. He may have gone into the grey otherwise.”
“You’re the head of this group Jocasta…I’ll do what you say.” Answers her hand in clearly a male voice!
“Huh?!?”
“Dogg- our guest is awake. Please let the others know we are taking a short break.” She turns towards him now. Her beauty grows. “How are you?”
Mania now sees she was talking into a crystal tied to her glove. Communication or scrying item…wonderful he thinks sarcastically. “I am known only as Mania. I was left for dead by elves at night. Where are we? What day is it?
“I am Jocasta Blewes. Currently I am running goods from Tyr to Nibenay for my father. In turn he gets a small amount of profit from the Shom trade house for doing this. We found you this morning. You were suffering from dehydration when Dogg found you. I gave you rite of passage on this caravan along with some water.”
“I am endebted to you Miss Blewes.” Mania trys to be as charming as possible. It seems to work as Jocasta blushes a moment before turning back to job on hand. Mania climbs skillfully around the wagon’s outside to her side. “No need to stop on my account.”
“Jocasta or Joe if it pleases you. No need to be formal.” She smiles but keeps looking forward. “Also with me are Dirty Dogg, my scout , Drunch and Fretti whom flank us and Kye whom is behind us.”
“Blewes….House of Blewes…I have heard of your father. Rumors really. He is truly respected and trusted by many houses not known for trusting others. What he does is so rare. Outsiders working as the entire caravan is otherwise unheard of.”
“Glad you have heard of him and respect him already. That rock cropping ahead of us marks Nibenay’s outer limits. We’ll be there within a few hours. I will have much to explain to my father when we arrive…with you.”