The sky was clear and blue, stretching all the way to the choppy horizon that was the sea. The air smelled of salt and slightly of sewage, but the latter was easily ignored. Several ships had made port today, and shouts from the crew unloading goods were called over the crash of the waves...
Cortosi Coast
Gal
Elise hated the coast.
It was wet, it was salty, and it was filthy. Her hair always frizzed this near to the ocean, and she couldn't help but think her clothes would get ruined one way or another. Even standing upon the small wooden platform she couldn't help but think some...
Elise Virak
Thread
mines
pirates
slaves
twerk twerk twerk
work work work
And a port it had been.
Even as the rising sun crept up over the horizon and between the tattered curtain, Cassian knew it was going to be a bad day. A weary intake of breath filled the man's nostrils with the indiscretions of the previous evening. The sweet sickly scent of liquor mixing poorly...
Al-Kamah was a smart pirate.
He could smell a storm coming like a rat in a sewer, and always got out ahead of the flood. Keen as Dwarven steel, cold as Nahas in winter, and canny as an Allirian gambler.
Al-Kamah was smart, period.
Thus he saw what was happening long before Gal did – saw the...
“Imagine this:
“Gray cliffs scabbed over with maquis. Becalmed sea lapping at the black tide-line. Seagulls flocking on every inch of rock, cawing and eating and shitting. Round the peak and there’s an inlet, hidden in the morning mist and the midday shadow and the twilight fog. When it’s...
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.