Alison Keenan - Curiosity
Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2016 2:43 pm
//This is the overview of things that have happened to Alison during her journey to BG and occurrences afterwards. Please feel free to PM me with any advice/suggestions. I am still fairly new at this and any help would be greatly appreciated.
"This is the beginning," she murmurs to herself. "I have to make sure things are alright."
The young woman finds herself in the cargo portion of a large trading vessel heading to Baldur's Gate from Waterdeep. Dimly lit with the constant motion of the ship has her stomach in knots. "I can't wait to be there already." she whispers, her thoughts making their way into the darkness. She peers down at her once beautiful garbs. They are covered in filth and moisture. Her hands are dirty and blistered from clinging onto the wooden beams to steady herself. She closes her stormy sapphire optics to listen for any sounds. She wasn't supposed to be on this ship. She paid a deck hand to sneak her on board. If she were caught she'd be tossed out to sea. Opening her eyes, she leans back against the crates, covers her head and attempts to sleep.
Movement. Different from the ever back and forth of the sea.
Her thoughts echo for her to open her eyes.
Muscles stiffening, lashes flutter open. She is immediately alert and aware of her surroundings. Footsteps and laughing can be heard above deck. “I need to get out. Now.” Her thoughts race through the prepared plan. She covers herself in darkness and leaves the vessel as if she were never on board.
"This is the beginning," she murmurs to herself. "I have to make sure things are alright."
The young woman finds herself in the cargo portion of a large trading vessel heading to Baldur's Gate from Waterdeep. Dimly lit with the constant motion of the ship has her stomach in knots. "I can't wait to be there already." she whispers, her thoughts making their way into the darkness. She peers down at her once beautiful garbs. They are covered in filth and moisture. Her hands are dirty and blistered from clinging onto the wooden beams to steady herself. She closes her stormy sapphire optics to listen for any sounds. She wasn't supposed to be on this ship. She paid a deck hand to sneak her on board. If she were caught she'd be tossed out to sea. Opening her eyes, she leans back against the crates, covers her head and attempts to sleep.
Movement. Different from the ever back and forth of the sea.
Her thoughts echo for her to open her eyes.
Muscles stiffening, lashes flutter open. She is immediately alert and aware of her surroundings. Footsteps and laughing can be heard above deck. “I need to get out. Now.” Her thoughts race through the prepared plan. She covers herself in darkness and leaves the vessel as if she were never on board.