Snippet #1528843

Balthazar

The wizened man hobbled down the street using his long staff to help support himself. His long white beard was nicely combed and flowed out over his royal blue robes with gold embroidery running along them. His long white hair was braided back out of his ancient face. The old man stopped letting out a low soft voice "Thomas, where is this forsaken store?"

The mentioned man looked up, he had thick glasses and was also dressed in a blue robe although of much lower quality. "We are almost there Archmage." He nervously said. It was his first time alone with the Archmage... and it was a daunting experience for the young mage. Almost as if sensing the younger mages discomfort the old Archmage patted the mage softly on the shoulder "Come now, I don't bite. I don't think my teeth could handle it anymore" He said with a soft smile. The mage visibly relaxed and the pair continued on the journey. Arriving at a small door, the mage walked forward to hold the door open for his senior who gracious nodded as he passed the mage. With a quick scan the old Archmage saw the girl was busy with another customer, so instead made himself content with walking around the store with his staff making a loud clacking sound every step as he examined all the potions.


Krell

The scared man was standing on the bow of the ship, his eyes glued on the horizon of what he knew would soon change to a city. The air was... nice or at least from here it was. On the sea, nice weather turned to deadly storms in a heartbeat... truly a temperamental lover. He turned his head at the familiar voice of his captain yelling something to the cabin boys. Perhaps to help put the new pirates in their place? Krell found the best way to do that was a nice solid smack and a steady glare. He fixed the small group with his one good eye. It irked him that they would dare ignore the captain.

He walked across the deck and without a word smacked a cabin boy hard in the back of the head earning a groan of pain and other startled cabin boys turning to face him. He fixed each one of them with his number 3 best intimidation glare and was rewarded with the paling of their faces. It was hard to take a stare from a man like him. He was very large, he had a missing eye, and his face looked like it had danced with swords for a living. "Did you hear the Cap'n?" He asked gruffly his voice sounding like gravel grinding together.

The cabin boys glanced at one another and the bravest of the bunch shook his head "No sir". He was lying... Krell was used to men lying to him especially on the ship. Gamblers, swindlers, and cutthroats where something that a pirate ship had in abundance. He leaned in closer to the boy who spoke causing him to step back a few. "I suggest opening your ears boy. If you dont hear the cap'n again; I will remove your eye." His voice was straight, his stare on intimidation number 4 and his hand resting on his blade. The boy and his friends, or perhaps goons? nodded before rushing off to clean the deck. The job of a First Mate never ended it seemed. He turned back and walked to the bow. The sight of the open sea spanning in front of a man was inspiring...