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<blockquote data-quote="Velenne" data-source="post: 822621" data-attributes="member: 1856">He hears them -the voices.&nbsp; No, not in his head, the voices on the deck of course!&nbsp; They're not orcish and for that he is surprised and eternally grateful.&nbsp; It sounds as if they're planning to leave.&nbsp; All well and good, he was planning to leave anyway.&nbsp; But this is a far more fortunate turn of events as his legs have cramped beyond all reckoning and if he never has to eat another raw fish again, it will be much too soon.Carefully, delicately, he pushes up on the wooden lid above his head and cranes his neck.&nbsp; It feels ever so good to be moving again.&nbsp; No trance can last forever, and this one had lasted several days at least.&nbsp; Slitted, green elven eyes peer out at the new crew.&nbsp; A gnome, several humans...hmm...ah, another elf!&nbsp; Blessed! In his excitement, he attempts a dramatic entrance.&nbsp; He had intended to leap forth, twirl in the air, and gracefully land in an elegant bow.&nbsp; Instead, his legs fail him, his back twinges and before all those gathered on the boat spills <a href="http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&amp;postid=170314" target="_blank">an otherwise-regal elf</a> onto the chilly deck.A few fish, some half-eaten, spill out of the barrel at his feet.&nbsp; His hair is touseled, his skin is filthy, contrasting his elegant robes and fine staff.&nbsp; He struggles to his feet, brushes off a few fish parts, collecting himself, and attempts a winning smile.&quot;Greetings.&nbsp; I am Travellios Giladodel.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Velenne, post: 822621, member: 1856"] He hears them -the voices. No, not in his head, the voices on the deck of course! They're not orcish and for that he is surprised and eternally grateful. It sounds as if they're planning to leave. All well and good, he was planning to leave anyway. But this is a far more fortunate turn of events as his legs have cramped beyond all reckoning and if he never has to eat another raw fish again, it will be much too soon. Carefully, delicately, he pushes up on the wooden lid above his head and cranes his neck. It feels ever so good to be moving again. No trance can last forever, and this one had lasted several days at least. Slitted, green elven eyes peer out at the new crew. A gnome, several humans...hmm...ah, another elf! Blessed! In his excitement, he attempts a dramatic entrance. He had intended to leap forth, twirl in the air, and gracefully land in an elegant bow. Instead, his legs fail him, his back twinges and before all those gathered on the boat spills [URL=http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=170314]an otherwise-regal elf[/URL] onto the chilly deck. A few fish, some half-eaten, spill out of the barrel at his feet. His hair is touseled, his skin is filthy, contrasting his elegant robes and fine staff. He struggles to his feet, brushes off a few fish parts, collecting himself, and attempts a winning smile. "Greetings. I am Travellios Giladodel." [/QUOTE]

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