Even if I did get on your nerves, you don't know where I live! 
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Even if I did get on your nerves, you don't know where I live!
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The cave as dank and smelt of rotting flesh, but it would have to do. Anywhere but the open as the sun ascends to it’s lofty perch in the sky, where it shoots down light. Anywhere within it’s grasp. Because they were hiding. The cave could have to do. It was hidden in a deep valley, guarded by two adjacent cliffs and shaded from the sun. And it stretched far inwards. With no bedding they found themselves uncomfortable on the bare stone. It was cold and they’d love to roll on the grass outside. But that would mean capture, and death. So they were cold instead.
it would have to do.
The cave could have to do.
Anywhere but the open as the sun ascends to it’s lofty perch in the sky, where it shoots down light.
they’d love to roll on the grass outside. But that would mean capture, and death
Anywhere but the open as the sun ascends to it’s lofty perch in the sky, where it shoots down light
'grey' means old and 'gray' is the color. Or, that's what my handy dictionary says.
The night had been chosen well, as it was pitch black, no moon there to disrupt the advantage of darkness.
Weather was perfect too; no disruptive winds and it was relatively warm, at least for this early in the year
So the two boats smoothly progressed towards the awaiting beach, and their passengers made ready for arrival
On the first stood a tall man.
He had a crude telescope out and was watching their destination calmly. His face was one of concern and worry
"We need to be careful, something appears to be strange.”
The men took no surprise to these news, such missions often went awry, and most just nodded indifferently.
But they stood up and prepared themselves, except the rower.
A soft bump and they were ashore, ten men jumping out, leaving two to protect the boats.
They quickly split into three groups, working quickly.
They quickly split into three groups, working quickly. Two groups went east and west, and the larger group went forward. With them was the tall leader, who had snatched a note from his pocket and was reading it carefully. His mind was engrossed in thought; the writing was vague, perhaps he didn’t mean tonight at all? Too late to forget it now, may as well wait now we’re here. He was distracted by the return of the first group.
His name was Ravin and he was worried.
Maybe they’d be tricked?
It was perfectly possible for the contact to have been lying and playing them off to the authorities all the time, but he was one of the older ones and had been loyal in the past.
The second group returned a minute later, but the news was the same, no sign of the contact.
Same pirate time, same pirate channel! ^_^The note had said, Dozen after Full Moon, usual place, usual time.
Yet, still, he was, but his own admittance, a selfish man.
He’d never have imagined himself risking his own skin for people he had connection too, no responsibility for it.
It was well-paid work, if he was truthful, and the money allowed him to buy enough food despite the famine, because the cities were well stocked, and despite the guards not allowing in anyone, he found it easy enough to give them the slip.
C Elocin wrote:I was wondering if 'grey' meant 'gray' to us weird folks. It does. I'll add that to my list.
1) civilised, civilized
And also you should know that you don't have to do everything I tell you to. I think you know that but I'd like to retierate. This is your story and eveything I say is a suggestion to be taken or not. Although I'd like to think that what I'm saying is worth consideration. I think there's good stuff in here and I like Ravin and where this is going. I like the idea of swashbuckling fantasy. Keep it up and I'll get back to critiquing I swear.
It was well-paid work, if he was truthful, and the money allowed him to buy enough food despite the famine, because the cities were well stocked, and despite the guards not allowing in anyone, he found it easy enough to give them the slip.
But this wasn’t the main reason, there were other jobs.
No, to be perfectly honest, he did it for the exhilaration, the adrenaline, and the chase. No job did it better.
Having no real connection or love for the Norfor High Council, it gave him no end of pleasure to take food from their greedy hands, and watch them helplessly attempt to control the situation.
They sat down. The sand was soft and scattered with wild weeds, yet it was still comfortable. Compared to the hardness of the boat, it was more like a luxury.
It left Ravin more time to collect his thoughts, as well.
Some of the men decided to play some cards. He declined to play, and sat a bit away from them. Never was a gambling man.
The hours passed slowly, all the time edging towards the sunrise. If they were left here by then, their bodies would stain the sandy beach. So there was little time left. Still, nobody complained at the wait. Most of them were hungry, most of them had families back in the Isles, expecting. Coming back there empty handed was an embarrassment and a disappointment. But when you came back holding barrels, the crowds flocked and cheered, and for that day, you were a hero.
“Someone coming, Rav,” said one of the men, running back from his original position at the north of the beach, “I think it’s him. Bloody late, but man’s here.”
Ravin just nodded. They were sometimes late. Not this late usually though, and Ravin felt a strange chill down his spine again. He didn’t like the unusual. It usually meant something had changed, and change was usually for the worse.
“My friends…” he started, but as shocked by Ravin’s sudden interruption.
Ravin said quickly.
The man regained his composure, and said, “I had other business. Surely you must understand! I am here now, and that’s all that matters.”
“I hope that business wasn’t swapping coin with any commanders,” Ravin muttered with an accusatory tone, looking the man up and down suspiciously,
the man replied, but not with much veracity, he looked much more concerned with the weapon at Ravin’s belt, and beckoned them to follow him, turning to go, with just a faint hint of sweat forming on his brow.
“Sheyas and Reina, stay here with the boats
Make sure this filth ain’t lying to us.”
Tantra, the man who had reported the initial sighting, moved off swiftly ahead, his eyes never stopping, his head turning ceaselessly
They made their route north across the dunes and were soon onto grass, in the form of a steep hill. The going wasn’t hard however, the path was yielding and they made quick progress. Soon, they had met the top and they stared down the other side. There, was a city, lights glistening in the darkness. Norforda, City of Stars. Ravin stared hard into its faint outline. It wasn’t the first time he had looked upon the capital or Norfor.
he said, his body action displaying sheer nervousness, as he took a step back
“Here’s half,” he said impassively, grasping inside his jacket and throwing a jingling brown bag into the man’s chest, “Other half when we get the stuff out safely.”
C Elocin wrote:Winter, I'd like you to check out my post when you've got the time. Its 'Chapter 1 of the Regicide'. One of the things we have to bear in mind when critiquing is that some writers take on a bit of a poetic streak and the grammer isn't perfect. I've read a few books like that. The question is, how much bending the G-rules (grammer rules) can be allowed?
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