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Izabal's Waters

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    The brisk waters of the sea misted against his face, freezing his long blonde eyelashes together. The stone ports of Izabal were always quiet during these times, when sailors had gone back aboard their ships, and weren't out singing drunken songs of women. It was always a peaceful climate to Kyrk Corinthins, and he liked it just so, but sadly it would come to an end. Two drunken sailors stumbled out of a ship, engaged in a small tussle, seemingly about some petty game. It soon evolved from petty hand gestures that missed one another, to a drunken stupor that caused them to fall over one another, like the blithering idiots they were.

 

   "And just when you think you have quiet," He muttered under his breath, seemingly catching a glance from a nearby port guard.

 

   But just as their tussle started, they fell flat upon one another, making a smacking sound as they hit the stone. Kryk rolled his eyes, walking away from the scene to not be made responsible. It was a calm sight as he walked along the disorganized rows of houses, cramped against one another, with tents and stalls with vacated produce. The streets were silent, except for the scraping of the guard's boots, just like any other evening in Izabal. 

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The door slammed shut behind the girl as she walked from the workshop in which her father practiced at, though the art of shoe making seemed simple enough to understand her father was always so committed to making sure his particular craft was more complex than that of any other.

The streets were once again bustling with life as the people scrambled for the port, many people liked the island in which they lived, but those who did not, found it necessary to make every citizens lives miserable with their constant huffing and tapping of feet. 

Amber felt as if the world seemed to be becoming darker and darker as the sea storm clouds rose to where the sun could no longer be seen, usually the wind was not as strong as was this morning. 

 

The signs of every shop in the town seemed to sway, litter in the streets and fallen leaves began to fly into the air. Amber pulled her long brown hair from her face as the wind blew directly at her. 

"Get inside!" One man yelled from the port docks as a small chiming bell began to ring,

 

Turning around Amber beat on the door to be let inside but there was no answer, frustrated by the incompetent deafness and attention span of those around her she ran off in search of another shelter. 

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   He hurried along the streets, it always seemed like this, first the calm before the storm, but he always seemed to enjoy it, it added a bit of spice to his life. Making his way past the bustling streets, a sense of evacuation going through many minds, he pushed past the busy stalls and people as they enjoyed their last seconds of dryness, but alas he did no get away unscathed.

 

  "scuse' me, young man! It be in your interest to wach' your step," A man barked, a fishy attire to his rancid look.

 

  "Sorry Sir, I meant not," Kyrk mumbled, trying to get as far away from the man as possible, mostly due to his alcoholish breath.

 

   Immersing himself back into the bustle of the crowd, he could feel the start of the storm as droplets landed cooly against his forehead, refreshing, yet scaring, him.  

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Running through the streets avoiding any possible interaction was next to impossible, people were rushing about gathering their items from the tables and stands outside to keep them from being ruined by the rain, to most it would be frivolous to run around like a mad man during a drizzle, but there had not been a storm in Several months and for whatever reason they didn't seem to leave the island until the sunrise of the third day, no one was sure of why but everyone was convinced it had something to do with the queen's abuse of magic. 

Amber dodged a man trying to push his entire cart of fish through the crowd, every time a tuna would flop onto the street he would hold his knife high to the sky and yell at the first person behind him, despite the fact that they were not paying the least bit of attention. 

After getting to the other side of the street past the crowds things were not much better, but at least there was a small shelter, the old armory which had been abandoned for years, it was more of a joke than any other building in the whole square, what would a town even do with such a place, when there were no neighbors to have war with who would care to fight for such a small piece of land. 

Amber ran into the armory and sat by what looked like a broken mace and half a fire poker. 

"how on earth does one break one of these...." Amber said before throwing the broken fire poker out the shattered window that revealed the alley behind the square that many shops had nothing but crates in. It was a cold and drafty shelter, but when the lightning started at least it would better than sitting out on the street being stepped on. 

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  The drafty tavern did nothing to ease Kyrk's nerves, of course, it was never like they were ever eased in the first place. The place had been filled up, and in his haste, he had mistakenly taken it for a shop, rather than a tavern filled with rambunctious humans, and other sorts. It was a strange place, mostly cause Mother had never allowed him in such a "Grimy" place, of course, he was at age to partake in liquor. But nevertheless, he was here, in a drafty, cold, and supposedly grimy tavern with the strangest of sorts, the ones you wouldn't find on the streets in the mornings. In fact, Kyrk had thought he had seen some illegal activity in the back, but the shady man had quickly closed the door in his face.

 

  He was taken out of his thoughts as he looked at the ridiculous man, surrounded by "hungry" looking folks, listening to him babble on about the next rumor spread by the gossip-headed wenches.

 

  "It's her! It's always her! Why else would we have such weird weather patterns at the moment! I mean... It has been like it for a while, but never as long as a month before the three days!" He beckoned to the "men", of course, it was followed by an unsightly belch.

 

  Kyrk couldn't help but roll his eyes at the superstitions the town came up when at least he thought they were superstitions. None of the common folk in Izabal had really seen, let alone met, the Black Queen. She was really a thing of debate in the smaller towns, places that when gossip was spread, everyone would soon take up pitchforks and being clobbering a random fool. But, he nevertheless had always held suspicion towards the Black Queen, like all else, especially after the attack from the Great North so many years ago. It was hard to gain a person's trust in Izabal, and perhaps the rest of Orisia if he had ever been, but it was expected. 

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Shivering as the wind blew through the shattered windows the sky got darker by the second, Amber pulled her cloak over her and tightened the leather straps of her hood as tight as possible. 

"Why me of every other stupid maiden in this whole freezing cold wasteland of an island...." Amber said kicking the broken mace beside her, it clobbered onto the ground and rolled in a circular motion. The noise was loud and attracted attention of the rats near the wall which scurried about. many of them squeaked rapidly and ran about the floor. Amber stood up and looked in shock to realize that one of the mice had 5 heads, every head with a different expression. 

In shock, Amber stepped back, this time on a sword which seemed to levitate when she stepped off of it, it was now plain to see why no one ever bought and or entered this shack of an armory. The sword came flying at high speeds toward Amber causing her to knock backward into the weak wall behind her, a board broke and suddenly she was in the middle of the tavern across from the armory, thugs and weirdos of every variety stared her down

 Amber turned only to realize the sword was gone and she looked like a complete fool in front of every moron in the room. 

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  Kyrk was spooked, not only had a strange woman fell through a wall, but the extremely hairy man next to him had let out a growl. Of course, it seemed this turn in events had not really affected anyone, except for the few Lycan who had let out growls, and the one elf, he was sure her name was Lyira, had let out an obnoxious scream. He looked back over to the rat-nested woman, a layer of dust settling over her. Now the polite side of Kyrk, told him to help the poor woman, but sadly he could truthfully care less, especially when the other man next to him was trying to lick his earlobe, strange enough. 

 

   Pushing the man off him, he made his to the door, taking a last glance at the woman, and made his way out into the pouring rain, and into the streets with rushing water flooding in. It pushed against his feet as it fell into the small side trenches, leading it out into the ocean, and quite frankly caused an annoyance. But as he made his way quickly down the streets, past the lit houses, he could hear a faint melody, only for it to be squashed by the sounds of the rain. Shaking his head, he made his way around a corner, and to a nicer look house, crammed between two others, and up the steps to the chipped, wooden door, and shoved it open.

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Amber sat up and looked around her. People were laughing, and laughing hard, some slammed down mugs in anger for falling atop their poker game. One dwarf swore over and over as he picked up his fallen money that a couple of fairies had been snatching up 

 

"So-so-so sorry..." Amber said running from the building. Many people growled and soon turned back to their drinking and gambling. 

 

A street trader approached Kyrk's door with a jacket full of skulls potions and the occasional useless trinkets and knocked. He had resorted to walking up to people's doorsteps.  "Please! Have a look at my wonderful assortment of items I am sure you can find use of, young traveler, only 2 bits a piece, an offer only for you!" The man snickered. "Of coarse....." 

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