[RP] Fog of Velli

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[RP] Fog of Velli

Post by UmbraSight » Fri Jul 13, 2018 5:54 pm

The bell was a crisp ring in the still air, struck with a consistent military precision. The fact no bell rang in answer did nothing to dispel Albus’s feeling that the world around them was no more. The fog was insular, it seemed to consume all until what little remained was the rock of their boat, the beat of their oars against the water’s surface, and the sound of the bell. Still, he remained steadfast at the head of the boat, eyes scanning for any motion, for as little he could see, or any dangers upcoming from the waters.

And perhaps, though he dare not admit it, mutter a short prayer for safety from the Martyr, may her blessings be.

Jittery nerves or not, something was afoul, Albus knew, though that did not take much to figure. In a fog this thick, how could it be there is no one to answer their bell? Had there been an error with the charts? Had there been some calamity within the town? Had all sainted souls been drawn from the earth and the Word awaited them?

Still, he was a company man, he had served in the east he could do his duty here. In the mists, a shape seemed to colaless, a mass of black among an uneasy gray.

“Slow! Slow! We’re coming up on something.” Albus called and the oarsmen complied, with the usual grumbled that came with a break in rhythm. It was several yards before Albus could make the form out, a dock. He contemplated a moment as to whether or not he should call out, but with the bell signing their approach was there any reason not to? “Hail, hail! Men of the Saber requesting to come a-land!”

He was met with a creeping sort of silence. Without another word, for the whispers of the men behind her were well enough, Albus picked up a length of rope and tossed it around a pylon. He waited until their boat was within jumping distance of the pier, adjusted the strap of his rifle so it wouldn’t be lost in the motion before he leapt across the gap. The dock was well made and hardly made a noise as he landed upon it. He caught a length of rope as it was tossed to him, and used it to pull the boat parallel to the pier before tying it down to a different pylon. As he worked, he could hear the Governor speaking to the Captain.

“Where are the dockhands at? Jacobson would never leave the docks unhanded like this.” The man said.

“Illness perhaps?” One of the soldiers offered, but it got only a grunt from the Governor.

“We’ll head to the meeting hall first, we can question someone there.” The man said, accepting Albus’s offered hand as he gracefully pulled himself up onto the dock. Albus’s gaze fell to the Captain as he offered his hand.

“Sir, shall we leave someone here with the boat?” He asked. So it can cut it loose when he hears us calling for the saints.

Behind him the Governor strode to the end of the pier, in his gait only confidence, but Albus was certain he could see the Beast’s Own in the man’s vestige as the mists swallowed his form.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Post by Authorlord » Sat Aug 11, 2018 11:15 pm

In the midst of this devilish fog, not even the old familiar rocking of the wooden craft could ease the unsettling cloak surrounding him. Alec had seen fog think enough to cut with a knife, but this? This cut into man himself and the devil could be heard whispering curses into your soul. It was god's chance that the shore's dock came to view at all.

The captain took Albus' hand and hoisted himself ashore. Never had he desired to turn tail and run from land, and he doubted anything could ever come this close. Still, as a man of the Royal Navy, a stone weighed his boots and held his ground to the silence before them.

"Si, señor Albus, that is a good idea, muy bien," the Captain agreed. Alec turned to the oarsman in the aft of the wraft--Vincent Becate, a young lad eager to make a name of himself. "Señor Becate, be a gentleman and man our boat. Last thing we need is for her to go missing too, no?" Alec joked with a small laugh, patting the shoulder of the young man.

"Aye, sir, you can count on me Captain. I'll have herher in better condition than we arrived!" he spirited.

"Bueno! Good man. You two," Alec gestured to the remaining seaman, "let us not keep the good governor waiting, no?" They agreed without delay.

Alec faced land, patting Albus on the shoulder this time, sweeping his hand to the governor to show tthey were ready to head into the mist.

As he approached the govenor, Alec brushed his sneaked black hair back before returning his cover and facing his acquaintance. "Señor, my men and I will follow you from here on. Lead the way."

Alec didn't question the competent man before him, but nevertheless, he hoped the good governor hadn't forgotten where the meeting hall had been built--else they would all be lost men.

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Post by UmbraSight » Sun Sep 02, 2018 7:19 am

There was something about silence which made one search for noise, that amplified what little there was until one was uncertain what was happening. Or, perhaps, it simply provided the mind space to fill the gulf of nothingness with its own brand of wickedness. Silence, after all, had been the greatest trial of saint Louise, despite what the priests said.

Albus kept a hand on the leather shoulder strap of his musket as he pressed forward into the fog, unloaded and without the bayonet fixed the weapon was with little more than a club, but that was still something. Even shaken, Albus understood the sort of message a soldier with a rifle drawn and bayonet fixed sent, friendly or not.

He whistled sharp into the fog, parade ground crisp. Even if they were vague shapes, he could see the company men snapping to attention, as seamen from the Saber halted. “Loose cordon around the Captain and the governor.” Albus called to a chorus of ‘aye lieu.’ The Governor gave a perhaps approving grunt before he continued on.

“You should have seen the first few years we were here, paradise this land was. Before this blasted fog came in.” The man scoffed, offered a sour glare to the mists around them as if they would care. After a few minutes walk he motioned towards a dark mass looming large in the uneasy gray air. “Lights should be on but…” the Governor trailed off until all Albus could hear was the silence of the world.

It wasn’t long before party had set up a makeshift sort of headquarters within the meetinghouse. A rough outline of the settlement drawn into a hasty map covered a table alongside another of the island proper.

“Here, here, and here,” the Governor said, a thin finger tapping on vage shapes on the map, “are where our sturdiest buildings are, if the people had expected an attack of some sort they would have gone to one of them.”

“We have enough with us now that can can split and search each one, however if they were attacked, we don’t have a large enough force to repulse it. If we send back to the ship for reinforcements-“

“If you send back to your ship, then you won’t have your boat in case something goes badly wrong. Better to try to get a picture of what is going on now.” The Governor countered. Albus raised his eyebrows in Alec’s direction. Some things were best pushed up the chain.

“On your word Sir, we can barricade a building until we can get a troop up from the Saber, or we can check for any sign of the civilians.” Albus said.
//… and it was there, and her blade flicked out catching only air. She backed from the door, worn floorboards shivering with each misplaced step...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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