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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.

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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...?" 

 

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

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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. 

 

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

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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?" 

 

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.

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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. 

 

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. 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.

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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.

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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. 

 

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

 

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.

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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.

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The "village" was a pisshole.  The larders were dry and the townfolk were painfully simple.  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.  The townsfolk favored boring, crass beverages.  How disappointing. 

 

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.  A brisk coastal breeze carried the scent of the narcotic downwind.

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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?"

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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.   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?  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." 

 

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?  You appear to be in fine health.  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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(Khy has a beard! :B No worries though!)

 

Khyran observed the man in turn, single eye trailing over bumps and bruises, yet his expression remained quite detached. 

 

"It does not appear as if she did you much good in the end, anyway." Khy commented. He gave a quick, single-syllable chuckle at the comment of his health, but he just shook his head. He eyed the offered pipe, gave a single shouldered shrug, and took it. He lifted the pipe to his mouth and took in a long draw, blowing it out to the side. His eye drifted shut as he savored the lingering flavor.

 

"Aye. Thanks." He handed the pipe back. "But it is not I that is in need of medical assistance. Nothing immediate, anyway." He looked over his shoulder to see if the Au Ra was still coming. "A stranger and I found a poor sap washed up on the beach. Must've been a fisherman, probably lost his ship from the recent storm. I came on ahead."

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(Khy has a beard! :B No worries though!)

 

((DOH!  Will edit post!  Strike -5000 DKRP for me!))

 

A chuckle escaped Sigurd's lips before he interjected, "...my doctor gets excited, easily.  Usually starts from the waist down for a routine examination. She didn't quite finish my last examination, I'm afraid."  Sigurd observed the man take a sharp toke from the pipe.  Moko grass normally induced a pleasant, airy high that usually helped mitigate stress.  Though its potency varied from person to person.  

 

After the smoke cleared, Sigurd stated, "Anytime, friend," and accepted the pipe back, tucking it between his own lips, taking a few more draws as the man explained his need for a doctor. Sigurd commented, "...quite altruistic of you. Well, I suppose there is always the old-fashioned way of summoning a doctor."

 

Sigurd then walked towards the door to the tavern, the Highlander cupping his hands over his mouth - projecting that low, booming voice: "IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?  ANYONE?!  THE NEED FOR MEDICAL ATTENTION IS QUITE IMMINENT."  His voice nearly made the creaky wooden boards rattle, nearly.

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Khyran gave the man a flat look. "...Oh." He said. "Hmm." Beyond the faintest twitch of an uncomfortable look on his face, he seemed content to let that topic bury itself.

 

"It isn't a matter of altruism." Khy replied. "In truth, I believe the man could be a potential client. I am a doctor, myself, but on an entirely different caliber than of physical matters." He tapped his head. "I'm a mind-healer. Any sort of trauma one might experience from a shipwreck is prime territory for my line of work." 

 

Before he knew it, the fellow was shouting at the top of his lungs- something that could very well be heard down the beach and quite a ways away. Khyran, himself, stood there looking completely unphased- merely a detached sense of curiosity.

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Autumn the tiny Au Ra followed close behind the midlander before tilting her head up at the pipe-smoker infront of her, trying to help up the washed-up man against her shoulder.

 

"I-I'm a healer myself, but I think he needs to see a professional."

 

She nodded in agreement, smiling up at the man that smoked infront of her, before glancing around the village, taking in the sights.

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The Midlander looks around groggily as he is supported by the Auri's shoulder.

 

"I'm...I'm fine miss. It's just..."

 

He regains himself and his balance as his vision becomes more clear.

 

"My memory is hazy...I don't remember anything...even my own name..."

 

The Midlander begins to panic a bit as he clasps his hands against his cheeks scared.

 

"Who...who am I? I don't remember my name, where I come from, anything!"

 

He panics all around when a worn piece of paper falls out of his worn out and tattered bag, first part saying "Nicholas". The last part is covered in dust and is hard to decipher.

 

((This is where the name comes up. I can't come up with a nice last name for the life of me for my character so I'm leaving it up to you guys. Don't be too ridiculous with the surname please.))

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She creeps slowly down the outcropping as the trio fades out of view into the nearby shanty of a  fishing village.

 

She scans the shoreline for the weathered sword. 

 

I saw him take the bag, where is that sword...?

 

Just as she wades into the shallows to search, a great booming voice coming from the settlement startles her. A fight? A fight meant confusion and confusion meant a ripe opportunity to pilfer a weapon sturdy enough to fight her way back to the Gully ferry.

 

She checks the tomahawk and line of knives strung to her belt and gives a final look for the weathered sword.

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Khyran looked over his shoulder at the approaching strangers. At the sound of the fellow's forgetfulness, he quirked a brow. A look of great interest spread on his features and he gave a little smile, wide enough to show his crooked teeth. 

 

But he didn't inquire anything. He simply said to the Au Ra, "you might be the only one here with sufficient medical experience. Unless our shouting friend has managed to conjure anyone better."

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In the midst of his panic, the midlander notices the paper falling off his bag, and proceeds to pick it up and read it.

 

"Nicholas......Nicholas Who? Could...could that be my name?"

 

He can't discern the other part of the paper covered in dust. He ponders in curiosity as he looks at his two companions.

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John smile a small smile as the young boy flex his fingers.  "'hanks, Mistar," he said.  The older woman standing behind the boy smile as well.

 

"The bone in his arm is heal but he should rest..." John said, standing up, "and stay away from trees with old limbs."  He chuckle as the boy made a face at him.  "I'm glad I was in the area looking for medical herbs."

 

"Ah told him and told him not to be climbing that old tree."  She gave her grandson the 'look'.

 

He laugh then, about to reach of aether to teleport him back to Ul'dah, when he hear the yelling coming from the village.  The blue/purple hair miqo'te pick up his bag, "I should go and see what's wrong."

 

As he approach, he could see a crowd was gathering around the tavern, and he tried to find a way through the crowd.  "Excuse me, sorry...can you let me through...thank you, I'm fine."  He finally got through the crowd, taking in the sight of four other people.  He recognize the thin looking Hyur and the Au Ra, though he didn't know who the other two were.

 

"Lady Autumn...Sir Khyran?" he asked, then his healer eyes settle on the the Midlander being held up by Autumn.  "Oh, no..." he said, already moving to the group.  "What happen..."  He could feel the aether vibrations gathering around his glove hands, which would be alight in green aether to those watching him approach.

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She weaves quietly through the racks of drying fish. Thankfully a great ruckus in the town square, if it could be called even that, had drawn the entire hovel's attention. 

 

Too many. Too lean. Too poor.

 

She comes to the conclusion and gently pulls three dry fish from the netting above her, ripping one in half with her blunt, but strong, Seeker teeth.

 

She skulks silently behind the village and disappears, her stomach clenching with ravenous hunger as she swallows the half-rancid fish. As she clears the thick vegetation leading back to the gully rainforest, she sniffs the air.

 

Rain's coming. 

 

Her ears flatten and she scowls through the messy chewing of her fish.

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