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RDchicken99 said:
“Good Lord, does he have to make such a racket?” Fitz spat to himself, pressing his ears close to his skull.
Raising a fist, he briskly rapped his knuckles on the carriage wall before him.
Get along now, driver. We’re wasting daylight.
With the clinking of tack and the short crack of the driver’s crop, the carriage— with the wyvern’s holding cell in tow— began its rolling way down to the port.

As the scenery outside the small paned window changed, so did the roads. From the coarse gravel —rather bumpy— to smooth sea-side country dirt— a welcome respite from rock— to the cobbled port side streets —horrific, Fitz was certain he was bruised black-and-blue. Eventually, they slowed and stopped.
Fitz fought open the carriage door and hopped out onto the cobblestone, pausing to breathe in the welcome seaside air.
The brig could be seen in its place at the docks. Fitz straightened his waistcoat and the tie in his hair, and after giving the driver a few brief instructions he started towards the harbor.
He would find the brig’s captain and several strong men to load his cargo onto the ship— and then they’d set sail and the whole affair would soon be done with.

@Blue Raptor
@Lacy Duckwing
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Aerie had collapsed in defeat once he realized escape was futile.

He lay on the floor of the box.
Though initially startled by the movement of the carriage in which the red-scaled wyvern found rest virtually impossible, Aerie had managed to calm down somewhat, spending his time either lying down or staring through the bars in the windows on the carriage.

The landscape outside lay itself out before his eyes like a feast prepared for the king. The yellows and the blues contrasted brilliantly, and even the rock and dirt on the side of the path they traversed appeared more lush than the rock and dirt inside of the compound.
It was an amazing thing to see again.

Again?

Again. Aerie told himself. His memories of flying over Wyvern Ground with his family were coming back slowly, and he lost himself to the past fondly.

He had a better future now, however. He would destroy the evil, evil humans ruining Your Highness’ kingdom and restore peace.
It was his.. what was the word Your Highness used?

Destiny.

It was Aerie’s destiny.
 
RDchicken99 said:
“Good Lord, does he have to make such a racket?” Fitz spat to himself, pressing his ears close to his skull.
Raising a fist, he briskly rapped his knuckles on the carriage wall before him.
Get along now, driver. We’re wasting daylight.
With the clinking of tack and the short crack of the driver’s crop, the carriage— with the wyvern’s holding cell in tow— began its rolling way down to the port.

As the scenery outside the small paned window changed, so did the roads. From the coarse gravel —rather bumpy— to smooth sea-side country dirt— a welcome respite from rock— to the cobbled port side streets —horrific, Fitz was certain he was bruised black-and-blue. Eventually, they slowed and stopped.
Fitz fought open the carriage door and hopped out onto the cobblestone, pausing to breathe in the welcome seaside air.
The brig could be seen in its place at the docks. Fitz straightened his waistcoat and the tie in his hair, and after giving the driver a few brief instructions he started towards the harbor.
He would find the brig’s captain and several strong men to load his cargo onto the ship— and then they’d set sail and the whole affair would soon be done with.

@Blue Raptor
@Lacy Duckwing
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Blue Raptor said:
Aerie had collapsed in defeat once he realized escape was futile.

He lay on the floor of the box.
Though initially startled by the movement of the carriage in which the red-scaled wyvern found rest virtually impossible, Aerie had managed to calm down somewhat, spending his time either lying down or staring through the bars in the windows on the carriage.

The landscape outside lay itself out before his eyes like a feast prepared for the king. The yellows and the blues contrasted brilliantly, and even the rock and dirt on the side of the path they traversed appeared more lush than the rock and dirt inside of the compound.
It was an amazing thing to see again.

Again?

Again. Aerie told himself. His memories of flying over Wyvern Ground with his family were coming back slowly, and he lost himself to the past fondly.

He had a better future now, however. He would destroy the evil, evil humans ruining Your Highness’ kingdom and restore peace.
It was his.. what was the word Your Highness used?

Destiny.

It was Aerie’s destiny.
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Liam surveyed the brig, checking occasional crates and noting their contents on a piece of parchment. He'd hand his notes to the Quartermaster later, a task that reminded him how used he really was.
Lazy, that's all that man is. Lazy. Liam checked another crate and marked his parchment. He leaned his head back. At least he had this job. He could be working somewhere worst like on land. Or, he could also be dead, something he'd forever be grateful that he wasn’t.
The last crate's contents matched that which was on its label, and another mark on the parchment meant Liam was done. He scanned the paper once more. Every crate was correctly labeled and every needed supply was accounted for. He stopped at the bottom of the list. That is, everything except for the King's special 'package.'
Liam rolled up the parchment and headed up to the main deck. Whatever this 'package' was, it sure was important and Liam was looking forward to seeing what it was.
He stopped by the taffrail and watched the busy road leading to the docks. Nothing exciting ever happened on this brig, but this package might bring something. And having heard the rumor of it possibly being a weapon of some sort, it only made Liam more excited on seeing what it really was. He hoped that the nosy Quartermaster didn't prevent him from seeing it. Or else any excitement he felt would chew him alive until he saw it in action.
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
Liam surveyed the brig, checking occasional crates and noting their contents on a piece of parchment. He'd hand his notes to the Quartermaster later, a task that reminded him how used he really was.
Lazy, that's all that man is. Lazy. Liam checked another crate and marked his parchment. He leaned his head back. At least he had this job. He could be working somewhere worst like on land. Or, he could also be dead, something he'd forever be grateful that he wasn’t.
The last crate's contents matched that which was on its label, and another mark on the parchment meant Liam was done. He scanned the paper once more. Every crate was correctly labeled and every needed supply was accounted for. He stopped at the bottom of the list. That is, everything except for the King's special 'package.'
Liam rolled up the parchment and headed up to the main deck. Whatever this 'package' was, it sure was important and Liam was looking forward to seeing what it was.
He stopped by the taffrail and watched the busy road leading to the docks. Nothing exciting ever happened on this brig, but this package might bring something. And having heard the rumor of it possibly being a weapon of some sort, it only made Liam more excited on seeing what it really was. He hoped that the nosy Quartermaster didn't prevent him from seeing it. Or else any excitement he felt would chew him alive until he saw it in action.
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(I didn’t get a notification. 😑
Do you want to write the captain? If not, I’ll do it. I’ve a few ideas for him.)
 

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