40th of Ymiden 719
The city was just beginning to stir as the sun began to break over the horizon. The heat had finally made its way to Scalvoris. Now there seemed to be no kind of relief from it. The strange ether storms that had ripped through at the start of the season and even just the day before had not helped anything. From what people were able to guess that was one of the reasons that the weather was acting so strange. There had only been one storm so far for the season.
Boots thumped against the wooden docks as the harbor master was the first to be up and moving. The silence of the morning helped to calm his nerves while listening to the ocean that lay beyond the city borders. He was an old man that had little patience for those that did not know what they were doing when it came to ships. There was always someone looking around for him during the middle of day and in late afternoon. The man waved to a familiar fisher as he paddled out into the open water to start his day. For a fisherman a golden time to catch in peace was before larger ships departed port or ships came in.
An unseasonal fog had begun to roll over parts of the harbor bay. It made the young fisherman nervous as he slowly let the boat drift into place. Splashing in the distance caused him to jerk around several times before seeing what looked to be a hand. Moving quickly, he nearly fell over into the water from how much the boat rocked around due to the rapid movements. Sitting down, the man rowed over to where the arm was sticking out of the water. He grabbed it and began to pull as hard as he physically could. A loud scream left his body as the arm jerked him below the water leaving only the boat on the water’s surface.
Waves rolled towards the docks for a long while after the attack took place. The small boat slowly began to float back to its home barren of fish or its owner. The only things found inside was a rod, a bucket, and food the man had brought. The old harbor master looked out at the open water expecting to see his acquaintance splashing in fear. Yet there was nothing to meet his gaze but the water as it went back to its calm nature. Sighing, he simply tied to boat up for the man to retrieve it upon his return. It took several breaks before another small boat left to the open waters only to return empty once more. When the third small boat returned, the harbor master has enough and called for the guards.
“I do not know exactly what is going on here. But I know these three fishermen are no strangers to these waters. It has not even reached midday and three people have disappeared. Nothing has been heard of splashing from here on the docks, nothing is missing from their boats, and there is no damage to the vessels,” the old man pointed out.
It took only moments for the guards to agree that an investigation would be needed. Two members offered to take a few civilians out to check where the boats had returned from. With permission the two wrote fliers about needing help at the docks and to be there by midday with the flier on hand. Racing off the two young men were excited about getting to run a mission even a simple one on their own. Once the fliers were in place with in several bars and taverns, the two returned to the docks and waited.
The city was just beginning to stir as the sun began to break over the horizon. The heat had finally made its way to Scalvoris. Now there seemed to be no kind of relief from it. The strange ether storms that had ripped through at the start of the season and even just the day before had not helped anything. From what people were able to guess that was one of the reasons that the weather was acting so strange. There had only been one storm so far for the season.
Boots thumped against the wooden docks as the harbor master was the first to be up and moving. The silence of the morning helped to calm his nerves while listening to the ocean that lay beyond the city borders. He was an old man that had little patience for those that did not know what they were doing when it came to ships. There was always someone looking around for him during the middle of day and in late afternoon. The man waved to a familiar fisher as he paddled out into the open water to start his day. For a fisherman a golden time to catch in peace was before larger ships departed port or ships came in.
An unseasonal fog had begun to roll over parts of the harbor bay. It made the young fisherman nervous as he slowly let the boat drift into place. Splashing in the distance caused him to jerk around several times before seeing what looked to be a hand. Moving quickly, he nearly fell over into the water from how much the boat rocked around due to the rapid movements. Sitting down, the man rowed over to where the arm was sticking out of the water. He grabbed it and began to pull as hard as he physically could. A loud scream left his body as the arm jerked him below the water leaving only the boat on the water’s surface.
Waves rolled towards the docks for a long while after the attack took place. The small boat slowly began to float back to its home barren of fish or its owner. The only things found inside was a rod, a bucket, and food the man had brought. The old harbor master looked out at the open water expecting to see his acquaintance splashing in fear. Yet there was nothing to meet his gaze but the water as it went back to its calm nature. Sighing, he simply tied to boat up for the man to retrieve it upon his return. It took several breaks before another small boat left to the open waters only to return empty once more. When the third small boat returned, the harbor master has enough and called for the guards.
“I do not know exactly what is going on here. But I know these three fishermen are no strangers to these waters. It has not even reached midday and three people have disappeared. Nothing has been heard of splashing from here on the docks, nothing is missing from their boats, and there is no damage to the vessels,” the old man pointed out.
It took only moments for the guards to agree that an investigation would be needed. Two members offered to take a few civilians out to check where the boats had returned from. With permission the two wrote fliers about needing help at the docks and to be there by midday with the flier on hand. Racing off the two young men were excited about getting to run a mission even a simple one on their own. Once the fliers were in place with in several bars and taverns, the two returned to the docks and waited.
