nothingpoetic
First Post
As the longboat makes its way toward the Sea Sprite, Chaucer is nearly overwhelmed with the visions dancing in his mind. Visions of stories and epics, heroes and heroines, stirred by meeting Syldar. Oh the glory of the story! Not quite like falling in love, but more like meeting an old friend, Chaucer did not want to let the moment go. But as they bumped into the Sea Sprite, Chaucer was awakened to reality. More time could be made for conversation with Syldar on their three day journey to Sangre del Sol, but for now, he should probably be preparing for what was ahead.
Before anyone was able to rise and board the Sprite, Chaucer asked Morhvokos, "Tell me Captain, what should we know before boarding your ship? And how would these next few days be best spent? We have a seemingly dangerous mission to complete soon, any advice on how to best prepare for Sangre del Sol?" Chaucer asks as he throws his pack over his shoulders, and grips his bow like a staff before him.
Before anyone was able to rise and board the Sprite, Chaucer asked Morhvokos, "Tell me Captain, what should we know before boarding your ship? And how would these next few days be best spent? We have a seemingly dangerous mission to complete soon, any advice on how to best prepare for Sangre del Sol?" Chaucer asks as he throws his pack over his shoulders, and grips his bow like a staff before him.