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SM Nick · **08-17-2015, 08:47 PM**

La Noscea, in the island of Vylbrand.

As the tides rise high and low, a new wind blows onto the dawn of the morrow.

In the shores of La Noscea (which part of La Noscea is up to you guys), a tan-skinned Hyur Midlander in tattered brown-ish clothes washes up, unconscious as the waves come and go nearby. At his side is a weathered longsword and a worn bag.

The Midlander's clothes consist of a dirty mole brown undershirt and boots, with kobold brown brais and dalamud red wristguards.

AeolianMode · **08-17-2015, 09:01 PM**

A man was walking along the shore. Greasy, black hair framed his skull-like, unshaven face. Every inch of him looked more bone than flesh, and his clothes looked a few sizes too big for him. They billowed in the sea breeze.

He spied a figure sprawled on the shore, and approached slowly. "A corpse," he murmured as he walked. "...Or...?"Â

He knelt down next to the fellow and placed his hand upon his brow.

SM Nick · **08-17-2015, 09:11 PM**

Breathing can be heard from the man in brown clothing. Although he does not respond, one can hear slight breathing coming from his chest, and one can feel a pulse by touching him.

I'nhalki · **08-17-2015, 09:40 PM**

A scar-covered, mud-caked miqo'te peers out of a hedge of tangled brush that borders the shoreline, her ears flat.

She growls. Someone beat her to her quarry. Her brass-colored eyes flit over the scene near the water's edge.

Still alive... but too weak to put up much of a fight. The other one is scrawnier than a jackal.Â

Maybe if I can get to that sword first I can gut them both.

RavieRaptor · **08-17-2015, 10:10 PM**

A small Auri female walks down the waterside, blinking before noticing the two males, one being unconscious as she rushed to them her auburn red hair flying out behind her.
"W-What on Eorzea is going on? Is this man okay?"Â

She asked before kneeling down next to the body, her emerald-green eyes showing worry before feeling for a pulse.

"T-Thank goodness he's okay.. You sir, Did you know what happened?" She asked, tilting her head up at him.

AeolianMode · **08-17-2015, 10:32 PM**

The corpse-thin man feels a pulse upon the washed up man and straightens, looking at a loss. He glances around, at the surrounding trees and against the shore.Â

His single eye lingers but a moment on the surrounding shrubs in a wary squint, as if he thinks he notices something unusual, but he is soon distracted by the approaching female. He steps aside to allow her assessment.Â He seemed faintly surprised to see her, but did not inquire any information of her.

"I do not. I believe he is victim of a shipwreck." Khyran explained quietly. "I am no stranger to it. Years ago, I survived a storm which destroyed my ship. I washed up just as he."

Khyran knelt down near the man. "If he cannot be awoken, do you know of a safe place we can bring him? I admit... I do not come here often."

He gave the bushes another wary glance, lips pressing into a line.

RavieRaptor · **08-17-2015, 10:53 PM**

The petite female nods, placing her hand to the unconscious male's chest, attempting to heal any wounds he'd encounter from the shipwreck. She then speaks to the frail man behind her.

"I-I'm not familiar with the area, myself. I was here collecting herbs. I'm sure he'll be okay though." She exhales in relief.

I'nhalki · **08-18-2015, 04:28 AM**

The miqo'te squints against the glaring coastal sun and wrinkles her nose.

More of them. At least this one smells... like lavender?

She has a momentary, vivid memory, but gulps it back when the two passerby begin conversing.Â

Once the tall one tries to lift him, I'll strike.Â

She lifts her heels, minutely, eyes fixed on the sand-strewn longsword. One of her hands rests on the rocky outcrop below her, the other hovers silently over the rough-hewn grip of a makeshift tomahawk.

SM Nick · **08-18-2015, 10:00 PM**

The midlander groans as he starts to move his body around. He opens his olive green eyes to see an Auri female and a frail Hyur midlander, both looking blurry as his eyes try to regain their focus.

"Whe....where....am I?"

RavieRaptor · **08-18-2015, 11:03 PM**

The Au Ra smiles brightly, tilting her head to the side.

"O-Oh! He's awake! How are you feeling?"

She then pauses at his question.Â

"Y-You're in La Noscea, Sir."

AeolianMode · **08-18-2015, 11:10 PM**

The willowy Khyran, meanwhile, did not busy himself with interacting with the newly awakened survivor. He was watching the bushes again, with his lips pursed and his hands stiff at his sides.

"...We should move." He said, with a thinly veiled sense of urgency. "There's a village not far from here, to the south." He pointed down along the shoreline.

SM Nick · **08-19-2015, 05:38 PM**

Once he had more feeling in his body he looked around, before holding his head in pain, groaning as he struggles to stand up, staggering as he does so before falling down again in the sand.

"Agh...my head...."

Sig · **08-19-2015, 05:55 PM**

The "village" was a pisshole. Â The larders were dry and the townfolk were painfully simple. Â The women were the worst -- they were plain and comely. Sigurd regretted attempting to execute a simple "red blend" distribution contract with the modest tavern tucked in village. Â The townsfolk favored boring, crass beverages. Â How disappointing.Â

Sigurd stood perched against a wooden support beam at the edge of the tavern, a pipe tucked between his lips - puffing on a fragrant bowl of moko grass. Â A brisk coastal breeze carried the scent of the narcotic downwind.

AeolianMode · **08-19-2015, 07:06 PM**

It was in this direction that Khy walked, barely making sure to check on the state of their washed-up cargo. It seemed the Au Ra woman had his best interests in mind, already. Khy seemed only concerned with moving forward and putting distance between himself and that beach. He would stop only to be sure his impromptu companions were still following, before continuing.

As the quaint village came into view, Khy wrinkled his nose at the myriad of scents mingling with the salt air. His eye followed the trail of smoke towards the man standing against the nearby tavern- the closest person Khy could reach.

"Sir?" He said as he approached. "Do you know of a doctor in this village?"

Sig · **08-19-2015, 07:23 PM**

Sigurd looked like hell. Dark circles rested under his eyes and two bruises marred his face. Yet, the affable grin about his lips did much to conceal his haggard appearance. Â His cold eyes surveyed the black-haired, bearded man - noting his baggy attire. Sigurd answered the man's question in a low, refined tone:

"...A doctor? In this village? Â No, I haven't the pleasure. And they are usually -quite- expensive. Why, the closet doctor I know is back in Wineport, which is many, many yalms from here - and sadly, she is a bit exhausted from a prior "examination" she performed on me yesterday."Â

Sig pulled the pipe from his lips, fumes trailing from the corners of his mouth, speaking again: "...What do you need a doctor for anyhow, good man? Â You appear to be in fine health. Â Perhaps you would care for a natural, herbal remedy for anything that ails you?"

Sigurd extended the pipe to the man, offering him a toke - if he desired.

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