Post by Kira on Dec 27, 2022 9:05:23 GMT -5
Episode One: I Never Woke Up Tied Up Before
Music-Optional
A dull throb in the head was the first thing to greet Sorva as consciousness returned to him. The past several days aboard the passenger ship had seen the young man dragged around the ship at the whims of his ‘traveling companion. The girl had been exhausting, both with her questions about his mission and antics onboard. The night before had seen the two take to a game of drinking at the heiress’s request, something Sorva was now regretting as he felt rope digging into his wrists.
As he tried to make sense of how he ended up like this, the ship’s horn sounded off as preparations were made to undock from the Dirian port. The Mil’Nor reoubled his efforts to unbind himself, flipping his tail over to try and get a bit more leverage between bindings. The room was empty besides himself, his clothes and personal effects having disappeared along with those who had ‘joined’ Sorva.
He’d manage to free himself after a few minutes of struggling, the Mil’Nor grateful for his claws once he got the first hand free, the rope around the other hand cut away as Sorva tried to get his bearings. His view outside the room’s window confirmed they had already docked and disembarked passengers, with the Mil’Nor soon rushing from the room towards the main deck. Slipping between new passengers and crew as he rushed down the hallway, he’d get more than a few yells and screams before managing to make it topside, a few of the human crew chasing after him with yells of a stowaway close behind.
The heat of Dira greeted the man’s scales, the sunlight nearly blinding the Mil’Nor as his first time away from home started out as a disaster. Despite the yells of his pursuers getting closer, Sorva tried to find any kind of way to get to the port. Time was of essence, and as his eyes landed on a life preserver, he’d quickly move into action. Grabbing the preserver and offering a silent prayer to the Allfather, he'd jump off the back of the ship into the cold waters below, the pursuing crew’s last sight of Sorva being his leap into the murky depths.
Several minutes later and a great deal of furious kicking, the Mil’Nor pulled himself up unto the dock, his clothes barely holding together with the water weight dragging them down. A rather rotund Dirian and his aide approached the Mil’Nor as he tried to dry in the sun, the larger man going over several papers on his clipboard before looking down at the soaked lizard as he spoke.
‘I have no account for you being here on my docks, lizard. Name and purpose before I call the guard”
Music-Optional
A dull throb in the head was the first thing to greet Sorva as consciousness returned to him. The past several days aboard the passenger ship had seen the young man dragged around the ship at the whims of his ‘traveling companion. The girl had been exhausting, both with her questions about his mission and antics onboard. The night before had seen the two take to a game of drinking at the heiress’s request, something Sorva was now regretting as he felt rope digging into his wrists.
As he tried to make sense of how he ended up like this, the ship’s horn sounded off as preparations were made to undock from the Dirian port. The Mil’Nor reoubled his efforts to unbind himself, flipping his tail over to try and get a bit more leverage between bindings. The room was empty besides himself, his clothes and personal effects having disappeared along with those who had ‘joined’ Sorva.
He’d manage to free himself after a few minutes of struggling, the Mil’Nor grateful for his claws once he got the first hand free, the rope around the other hand cut away as Sorva tried to get his bearings. His view outside the room’s window confirmed they had already docked and disembarked passengers, with the Mil’Nor soon rushing from the room towards the main deck. Slipping between new passengers and crew as he rushed down the hallway, he’d get more than a few yells and screams before managing to make it topside, a few of the human crew chasing after him with yells of a stowaway close behind.
The heat of Dira greeted the man’s scales, the sunlight nearly blinding the Mil’Nor as his first time away from home started out as a disaster. Despite the yells of his pursuers getting closer, Sorva tried to find any kind of way to get to the port. Time was of essence, and as his eyes landed on a life preserver, he’d quickly move into action. Grabbing the preserver and offering a silent prayer to the Allfather, he'd jump off the back of the ship into the cold waters below, the pursuing crew’s last sight of Sorva being his leap into the murky depths.
Several minutes later and a great deal of furious kicking, the Mil’Nor pulled himself up unto the dock, his clothes barely holding together with the water weight dragging them down. A rather rotund Dirian and his aide approached the Mil’Nor as he tried to dry in the sun, the larger man going over several papers on his clipboard before looking down at the soaked lizard as he spoke.
‘I have no account for you being here on my docks, lizard. Name and purpose before I call the guard”