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You'll blind yourself doing that.
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rock_dsFor a few moments of sunset. As the day drew to an end. Anyone in the small coastal village would have noted nothing out of the ordinary. A brisk wind rattled doors and disturbed the sand. But unless you where looking directly at the sunset, nothing was aims.
The last few seconds of sunlight drooped below the horizon with a thin green edge. Even this wasn't unknown of, but just uncommon. A sharp pinprick of light bloomed as the sun dipped out of view for the day.
A soft orange light bobbed along in the waves. Seeming to drift freely at times, but undeniably making its way to the shore.
By the time the light reached the lone beach. The splashing of ores was undeniable. The moon lit the silhouette of a figure as they clambered out of the small boat, the light they had been using, seemed to lose cohesion and splashed into the waves, glowing softy as it spread out across the water crests.
Heaving the boat out of the water, the figure hauled it up the beach a dozen feet before collapsing to the sand. Anyone watching would think the figure dead. Moment later a bark of a laugh split the air as the figure turned over to it's back and tossed it's arms up to obvious jubilation.
Hauling itself up with deep lethargy. The figure rooted around in the front of the small boat. Taking a seat, with its back against the boat. It kicked a small depression in the cold sand. As it did, a flash of blue light quickly followed by the same steady orange glow pooled into the depression, like luminous water. Some splashed from the hasty container to pool on the sand before sinking and vanishing from sight.
A ragged man with rough, bearded face could be seen. If only in outline. Periodically raising obvious food and drink to his lips.
After a while of chewing salted meat and drinking deep from the wine skin. The man looked up to the small houses in the seaside village, looking back at the sea. He tilted his head for a moment, he hadn't traveled far enough to not see the Everdark Gates and the surrounding mountain ranges... Had he? The moonlight wasn't weak by any measure this evening. And he could see stars down to the horizon.
"Glory to Orholam, have you blessed me in my final escape?" He called out to the sky.
The last few seconds of sunlight drooped below the horizon with a thin green edge. Even this wasn't unknown of, but just uncommon. A sharp pinprick of light bloomed as the sun dipped out of view for the day.
A soft orange light bobbed along in the waves. Seeming to drift freely at times, but undeniably making its way to the shore.
By the time the light reached the lone beach. The splashing of ores was undeniable. The moon lit the silhouette of a figure as they clambered out of the small boat, the light they had been using, seemed to lose cohesion and splashed into the waves, glowing softy as it spread out across the water crests.
Heaving the boat out of the water, the figure hauled it up the beach a dozen feet before collapsing to the sand. Anyone watching would think the figure dead. Moment later a bark of a laugh split the air as the figure turned over to it's back and tossed it's arms up to obvious jubilation.
Hauling itself up with deep lethargy. The figure rooted around in the front of the small boat. Taking a seat, with its back against the boat. It kicked a small depression in the cold sand. As it did, a flash of blue light quickly followed by the same steady orange glow pooled into the depression, like luminous water. Some splashed from the hasty container to pool on the sand before sinking and vanishing from sight.
A ragged man with rough, bearded face could be seen. If only in outline. Periodically raising obvious food and drink to his lips.
After a while of chewing salted meat and drinking deep from the wine skin. The man looked up to the small houses in the seaside village, looking back at the sea. He tilted his head for a moment, he hadn't traveled far enough to not see the Everdark Gates and the surrounding mountain ranges... Had he? The moonlight wasn't weak by any measure this evening. And he could see stars down to the horizon.
"Glory to Orholam, have you blessed me in my final escape?" He called out to the sky.
