They had set up this rushed camp two days ago. A week ago he had received the message from the Sharks. The same message undoubtably resonating across the world. He had rushed himself and his aids to the waters edge of the lake, sending a hurried message to his closest allies, the Octopi. A proud and noble tribe that had saved his life, forging one of the most unshakeable loyalties in this world. The message had requested them to confirm the Sharks' claims. To see if the world was in as much danger as he suspected.
He took another long drag from his pipe. The tent flap was pushed open. Korik gave a long, slow glance at the warrior standing there. A young boy, hand-picked to Join Korik's guard but a year ago.
"The Octopi have arrived, sir."
Korik nodded, sending the lad back to his duties with a wave of his hand, he stood, weary bones creaking as he rose to his full eight feet of height. He sighed as he took his beloved pipe and lied it upon the table, careful to ensure there were no embers that could reach the priceless volume he had been poring over. He turned around, grasping his ceremonial robe from it's resting place on the wall of the tent. He slipped it over his head, admiring the bright colors, red and Gold in the shape of the sun, decorating his otherwise plain appearance. He slowly stepped around his desk, stepping across the flattened ground before pulling the flap of the tent back.
The harsh sun beat down on him as he ponderously made his way through the camp. He left his war-axe in his tent as a sign of good-faith to the Octopi. He smiled at the thought of catching up with Veisch, before turning his thoughts to the ominous tidings he may be about to receive. His fingers unconsciously slipped to his side, running up and down the spine of the Book. The book in which he recorded all debts and Grudges. The book in which Veisch's name was still written.
Cracked lips parted as he walked to the edge of the beach, looking in towards the water, where in the distance he could see the DragonSpire, looming like a forgotten god. He focused on the water as he saw a familiar head break through the surface. Well, Robe, really. Water dripped off the rim as the young androgynous man stepped out of the depths. All Korik could see was the pursed lips of his friend, the rest of his face covered in the heavy, wet robe. He always forgot how Veisch was bothered by the sun.
"Veisch. Friend of the Elephant Tribe. What news do you bring?"
He tipped his head in the ceremonial gesture of respect, before straightening, ready for the worst.
((OOC- OK EVERYONE. THE RP HAS BEGUNNED. Sorry for the wait. So, for now, Let's just get everyone to post their introductory posts, and then we'll get the ball rolling))
Edited by Recompense, 11 June 2009 - 03:09 AM.