Post by Gods of Andeloria on Jul 25, 2016 17:46:58 GMT
The sea was dark and calm on the surface, but then that was always how it went wasn’t it? Chaos churned beneath the surface of the water, the water here black as a moonless night. The moon was new, and dark in the sky.
The God of the Sea lounged on the water, the chair the sea formed was not ornate, instead it was large and comfortable for the God, fish swam up into it and back into the depths… Khaalida sat in Axenus’ lap, the Goddess of the Moon melancholy when the strands of silver light she loved so were nonexistent in the night.
The two Gods loved and lounged on the water speaking of things no mortal needed to be aware of… every so often Axenus’s fingers would twist a strand of silver hair between his large fingers in a display of affection for the Goddess he loved and was obsessed with…
They always took notice when one started making a name for themselves.. and more especially when one started making connections with others who had made names for themselves. They spoke of what to do now… the war was over and people went on about their lives.
Khaalida spoke fondly of her new priestess… the blind child of the moon. Axenus listened, but his thoughts drifted to his own following… he had plenty, but he needed something more.
A short time later a man entered the tavern on the shore. The man was too thin and short. The clothing he wore hung on his frame, and was soaked through though he did not drip onto the wooden floor. Dark hair clung to his forehead and his eyes held no iris, instead they were pure black against stark white. The man looked as if he would smell rotten, but he smelled of salt and sea, if one looked closely they could see seaweed clinging to his pockets and wrapped around his wrists. He did not breath… his chest did not move with the effort to do so..
When he spoke there was a rasp… as if his lungs were full of water. “Edward Teach” he wanted to see the man he spoke of... nothing more and nothing less. A few coins settled on the counter, gold coins that bared a mark of someone long ago forgotten… long ago swallowed up by the sea.
edwardteach
The God of the Sea lounged on the water, the chair the sea formed was not ornate, instead it was large and comfortable for the God, fish swam up into it and back into the depths… Khaalida sat in Axenus’ lap, the Goddess of the Moon melancholy when the strands of silver light she loved so were nonexistent in the night.
The two Gods loved and lounged on the water speaking of things no mortal needed to be aware of… every so often Axenus’s fingers would twist a strand of silver hair between his large fingers in a display of affection for the Goddess he loved and was obsessed with…
They always took notice when one started making a name for themselves.. and more especially when one started making connections with others who had made names for themselves. They spoke of what to do now… the war was over and people went on about their lives.
Khaalida spoke fondly of her new priestess… the blind child of the moon. Axenus listened, but his thoughts drifted to his own following… he had plenty, but he needed something more.
A short time later a man entered the tavern on the shore. The man was too thin and short. The clothing he wore hung on his frame, and was soaked through though he did not drip onto the wooden floor. Dark hair clung to his forehead and his eyes held no iris, instead they were pure black against stark white. The man looked as if he would smell rotten, but he smelled of salt and sea, if one looked closely they could see seaweed clinging to his pockets and wrapped around his wrists. He did not breath… his chest did not move with the effort to do so..
When he spoke there was a rasp… as if his lungs were full of water. “Edward Teach” he wanted to see the man he spoke of... nothing more and nothing less. A few coins settled on the counter, gold coins that bared a mark of someone long ago forgotten… long ago swallowed up by the sea.
edwardteach
