Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140618133434/@comment-24481083-20140618134910

The morning sun rose above the horizon sleepily, its orange rays knocking the eyelids of sleepers awake from their beds. Dawn arrives, activity rises to a slow building tempo as shipmates yelled out curses, captains their orders, mothers their warnings and masters to their assistants; White Harbour awakens, and so does the rest of the country side.

T'was the road to the docks, a small ramshackle inn, The Maiden's Keep, in the fifth room yet untouched by the Sun, an eyelid flutters open.

" ......Morning.." mumbles a disheveled looking patronage of the Maiden's Keep. Slowly rising his head, he sweeps his half open eyes across the room and see's a stub of candlewax next to him, scarring the bedside table.

Iju could not have been more distressed. Perhaps because it was the lack of good black brew. Yes, that was it.