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Arriving in Port Kar (RoG post-apocalyptic Gorean Roleplay)

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Posted: 2020-03-20 9:56:25 pm Category RolePlay Viewed 215 times Likes 3

 

She'd daydreamed for most of the trip as she rowed along, the higher water in the delta made navigating less of a worry as her small skiff glid smoothly across the surface..

The jit, remained unusually silent for the entirety of the trip - simply staring at her through the slats of its small crate. It became unsettling after a while, but she didnt yet understand exactly why it bothered her so much. Everything seemed fairly normal, except... there was virtually no noise what-so-ever. As a matter of fact - there didn't seem to be any movement, anywhere, except for the occasional schools of bint swimming beneath her boat, their glistening, shimmering, scales occasionally reflecting light to the surface - making themselves known.

She glanced to the sky again, noting that the sun was setting - and that in a short time she'd be arriving where she usually did along the north side of the piers of the Docks of Port Kar. It was then that she realised she hadn't recalled seeing a single tarn for her entire trip... Not a one had flown over, lending to the quiet and stillness that she'd experienced... and this did unsettle her. It was highly unusual that there would be absolutely none..it was after all probably the first day that it hadn't been pissing rain, you'd think someone would be out taking advantage of that to travel....

Just as the sun had vanished behind the horizon she pushed her skiff onto the sandy shore at the back end of the docks - tying it off and taking the jit from his crate, and attaching the leather lead to his harness .

She brought him onto the land to void... she'd intentionally not fed him before they left so he'd not make a mess on the trip - maybe that was why he'd been staring her down the whole time. She peeled a larma and offered the creature a wedge - a reward for 'going' at the right time and in the right place . Then she let him run around a bit before loading him back into the crate on the skiff and heading up the trail to the Docks.

Even here , she noticed, it seemed unusually quiet. It was getting late, of course ,and most of the docked ships crews would be drinking and making festive in the various dens of iniquity around the city. There were a lot of unloaded cargo's completely unattended and she thought to rifle through some of them to see if there was anything of interest she might want or need.

Old habits die hard.


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