Post by Kruschev on May 26, 2005 8:39:52 GMT -5
The seas rolled and crashed upon the shore. This particular night found wind like no other and the sky seemed to blacken completely. The lights of the Port shone brightly in an aura about itself. Torchlight came to cast an eerie glow on an incoming vessel.
Upon further examination, as details were slim at a distant with the tough weather, one would see this ship of blackened wood approaching much faster than any normal ship, even of elven design. It was as though Lucifer himself knipped at the heels of it's Captain. It pushed forward and an irridescent green aura was cast about the Port's waters. Black sails that seemed to be enchanted with that evil glow were at full billow. At the head of the ship, where a black bow mast and sail flew stood a Drow. His right foot upon the deck rail and his arm resting on the flagpole which flew a charcoal black banner, the Drow stared forward at the Port City, his destination. The ship, in the style of an Interceptor, moved through the water with ghost-like resonance, leaving very little wake. It pushed right up to the docks and refused to stop where other ships of its size had to lower their shore-boats. Instead, the black beast came right up to the docks and the Drow disappeared from sight for a moment.
Reappearing on the starboard side, the Drow now was attended by another figure. Long black hair flowed down pale white skin with light blue veins. Fangs of ivory exposed from the close maw. A suit of armor, obviously of custom design, was a work of art. Black lacquered plate-mail over solid surfaces and red chainmail for the joints allowed it so no part was left unarmored and yet full mobility was capable. The being crooked his right arm over as it held a Champions full helm to his hip, the black and red plumes swaying in the wind where they ran from brow to neck of the helm in a mohawk fashion. They were lavish feathers, and obviously a sign of rank as the Vampire guided down what could only be his Master, walking just behind but keeping an ever watchful presence over him. The Drow carried a wooden staff with him and wore a plain cloak, which was overcome by some of the jewelry that speckled the few pieces of armor he wore.
Once upon the deck they would wait, just the two of them visible, for whomever it is that would choose to greet them.
Upon further examination, as details were slim at a distant with the tough weather, one would see this ship of blackened wood approaching much faster than any normal ship, even of elven design. It was as though Lucifer himself knipped at the heels of it's Captain. It pushed forward and an irridescent green aura was cast about the Port's waters. Black sails that seemed to be enchanted with that evil glow were at full billow. At the head of the ship, where a black bow mast and sail flew stood a Drow. His right foot upon the deck rail and his arm resting on the flagpole which flew a charcoal black banner, the Drow stared forward at the Port City, his destination. The ship, in the style of an Interceptor, moved through the water with ghost-like resonance, leaving very little wake. It pushed right up to the docks and refused to stop where other ships of its size had to lower their shore-boats. Instead, the black beast came right up to the docks and the Drow disappeared from sight for a moment.
Reappearing on the starboard side, the Drow now was attended by another figure. Long black hair flowed down pale white skin with light blue veins. Fangs of ivory exposed from the close maw. A suit of armor, obviously of custom design, was a work of art. Black lacquered plate-mail over solid surfaces and red chainmail for the joints allowed it so no part was left unarmored and yet full mobility was capable. The being crooked his right arm over as it held a Champions full helm to his hip, the black and red plumes swaying in the wind where they ran from brow to neck of the helm in a mohawk fashion. They were lavish feathers, and obviously a sign of rank as the Vampire guided down what could only be his Master, walking just behind but keeping an ever watchful presence over him. The Drow carried a wooden staff with him and wore a plain cloak, which was overcome by some of the jewelry that speckled the few pieces of armor he wore.
Once upon the deck they would wait, just the two of them visible, for whomever it is that would choose to greet them.
