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Sitting within his room at the Menacing mariner, Gromlin reads by candle light. The window rattle as the rain and storm have picked up on the waters. The lanters dotting the docks which lit the pathways now swung like a child in a swing. There were obvious sounds of drunk sailors downstairs as every night in this damn place. there was not much to do in the small port at this time of night. Especially this time of night, with such a storm approaching.
The lightning striking on the water was quite beautiful with the sky so dark , The Almost tree tree like branches streaking out across the black sky, illuminating the ocean as one of the fish he had read about that lived deep within the ocean. Thinking of this Gromlin instinctively looked over too his large collection of books sitting in the corner, The collection had been with gromlin many a years, and he never got tired of seeing the same information.
With the slight shake of his head, he cleared his thoughts so that he may go back to his studies. The drunken idiots downstairs , were a nuisence as usual, but the many times he had complained , nothing ever happend.
So With focus and determination He began too read the pages again, at the same time writing notes with his right hand, a lesson he had learned well through his old years too keep track of the information he needed without stopping.
Corvus had come into owning a book of quite a marvel, "The Broken Bonds" This descriptions within were quite vivid as it spoke of the forces fighting for supremecy. The symbolism was intrestingly close to there own cause. The dove, a symbol of peace, yet used as a symbol for glory and strenght.
Rumaging through the pages, gromlin looks over too his notes quickly too double check something he belived he may have missed. Realizing he had gotten everything so far, he continued. As gromlin wrote, he felt the ink quill begin too scratch the parchment underneith his hand, a sign the quill had run dry. Shaking it gently too see if any was left. The ink quill almost dry, Gromlin stands with a slight creak as the boards underneith his feet give slightly. The menacing mariner was not exactly up to par with some of there building codes. But it was dry and he was close too corvus incase he needed him.
Walking over too the dresser, gromlin pulls out a blue glass bottle of black ink. Tipping it gently over too the side after pulling its cork , he fills the small ink bottle to where it was half full. He did not want too spill any on his robe, as he loved his dark blue robe for when he was studying , and would have been quite upset too have too find a new one.
After filling the bottle too the measurements he wished, he walked back too his desk and looked over the the paperwork. The candle flickering , he took his glasses off and sat them on the old wooden table, A glass of wine , some cheese and a peice of chicken sat there, untouched since it was brought up by corvus earlier. The smell was intoxicating as he was so hungry, so sitting down too eat sounded a fine plan at the time. Speaking out loud too himself, a act of which most people thought the sign of insanity, Gromlin sat and began too eat the wonderful meal.
The flavors enticing and strong , the chicken was most delicious as the wine , flavored as rasberries was quit tart. The bread was slightly over cooked but was quite good none the less, and so it filled gromlin quite well.
After taking his time eating his dinner, he turned back too his studies and agreed it was time for some sleep. Blowing out the candle , he stood and walked too his bed, were he would finally get some rest from the days ventures.
The lightning striking on the water was quite beautiful with the sky so dark , The Almost tree tree like branches streaking out across the black sky, illuminating the ocean as one of the fish he had read about that lived deep within the ocean. Thinking of this Gromlin instinctively looked over too his large collection of books sitting in the corner, The collection had been with gromlin many a years, and he never got tired of seeing the same information.
With the slight shake of his head, he cleared his thoughts so that he may go back to his studies. The drunken idiots downstairs , were a nuisence as usual, but the many times he had complained , nothing ever happend.
So With focus and determination He began too read the pages again, at the same time writing notes with his right hand, a lesson he had learned well through his old years too keep track of the information he needed without stopping.
Corvus had come into owning a book of quite a marvel, "The Broken Bonds" This descriptions within were quite vivid as it spoke of the forces fighting for supremecy. The symbolism was intrestingly close to there own cause. The dove, a symbol of peace, yet used as a symbol for glory and strenght.
Rumaging through the pages, gromlin looks over too his notes quickly too double check something he belived he may have missed. Realizing he had gotten everything so far, he continued. As gromlin wrote, he felt the ink quill begin too scratch the parchment underneith his hand, a sign the quill had run dry. Shaking it gently too see if any was left. The ink quill almost dry, Gromlin stands with a slight creak as the boards underneith his feet give slightly. The menacing mariner was not exactly up to par with some of there building codes. But it was dry and he was close too corvus incase he needed him.
Walking over too the dresser, gromlin pulls out a blue glass bottle of black ink. Tipping it gently over too the side after pulling its cork , he fills the small ink bottle to where it was half full. He did not want too spill any on his robe, as he loved his dark blue robe for when he was studying , and would have been quite upset too have too find a new one.
After filling the bottle too the measurements he wished, he walked back too his desk and looked over the the paperwork. The candle flickering , he took his glasses off and sat them on the old wooden table, A glass of wine , some cheese and a peice of chicken sat there, untouched since it was brought up by corvus earlier. The smell was intoxicating as he was so hungry, so sitting down too eat sounded a fine plan at the time. Speaking out loud too himself, a act of which most people thought the sign of insanity, Gromlin sat and began too eat the wonderful meal.
The flavors enticing and strong , the chicken was most delicious as the wine , flavored as rasberries was quit tart. The bread was slightly over cooked but was quite good none the less, and so it filled gromlin quite well.
After taking his time eating his dinner, he turned back too his studies and agreed it was time for some sleep. Blowing out the candle , he stood and walked too his bed, were he would finally get some rest from the days ventures.