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Lalwendë · 11-25-2004, 06:53 AM

To Tarn had fallen the part of calling the seals and getting them to find this mysterious stone. He had seen the nets of the Elves drawing up the larger stone, and he gazed in wonder as he realised what the whole venture had been about. He had at first wondered what value there could be in some old stones, and it had crossed his mind to question why they should be fighting to gain possession of them. But as he saw the stone being winched in by the Elves, he remembered one of his Grandfather’s old tales of a great disaster involving kings and precious ‘seeing stones’. He had always enjoyed the tale, more for the thrilling and terrifying disaster than the mysterious stones, but the memory of it was there in the back of his mind.

Tarn did not have long to spend in wonder as soon Marreth ordered the trained seals to be called, to help the Corsairs locate the remaining stone. After a long, high whistle, Tarn’s group of seals appeared, eager to do his bidding, and leaning over the rail of the ship, he welcomed them, as was his habit. Issuing a series of complicated whistles, the creatures went off to a spot slightly away from the Corsair ship and disappeared beneath the icy waves silently. Tarn could do no more now than watch and wait. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen Marreth pacing the deck with a tense look upon his face. Tarn knew not to address him, as he could see that impatience was brewing in the Captain; but he looked troubled by something else, something which Tarn could not read.

***

When the black stone was winched in, Tarn’s eyes opened wide with amazement. It was just as his grandfather had said. He longed to touch it, and edged closer to Marreth, but the Captain held it firmly and jealously turned away from him, a glint in his dark eyes. Tarn cursed himself that he had not gone looking for these stones on his own; their worth was more than ten times everything else he had ever salvaged from this ocean. They could buy untold weaponry, they could buy the support of a great many men, they could have given him the power he craved.

He tried to get a closer look but the Captain finally walked away from him, barking out orders to sail for the Elven ship. Tarn, disappointed, went back to the rail and put his head on his arms. A surge of pain welled up behind his broken ribs and he sighed. He was not sure he was so keen for another battle at that moment though he knew he was fit for it. Gazing at the waves sadly, a sense of disappointment grew within him, and he longed to get hold of that stone.

11-25-2004, 06:53 AM	#23
Lalwendë A Mere Boggart Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: under the bed Posts: 4,737	To Tarn had fallen the part of calling the seals and getting them to find this mysterious stone. He had seen the nets of the Elves drawing up the larger stone, and he gazed in wonder as he realised what the whole venture had been about. He had at first wondered what value there could be in some old stones, and it had crossed his mind to question why they should be fighting to gain possession of them. But as he saw the stone being winched in by the Elves, he remembered one of his Grandfather’s old tales of a great disaster involving kings and precious ‘seeing stones’. He had always enjoyed the tale, more for the thrilling and terrifying disaster than the mysterious stones, but the memory of it was there in the back of his mind. Tarn did not have long to spend in wonder as soon Marreth ordered the trained seals to be called, to help the Corsairs locate the remaining stone. After a long, high whistle, Tarn’s group of seals appeared, eager to do his bidding, and leaning over the rail of the ship, he welcomed them, as was his habit. Issuing a series of complicated whistles, the creatures went off to a spot slightly away from the Corsair ship and disappeared beneath the icy waves silently. Tarn could do no more now than watch and wait. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen Marreth pacing the deck with a tense look upon his face. Tarn knew not to address him, as he could see that impatience was brewing in the Captain; but he looked troubled by something else, something which Tarn could not read. *** When the black stone was winched in, Tarn’s eyes opened wide with amazement. It was just as his grandfather had said. He longed to touch it, and edged closer to Marreth, but the Captain held it firmly and jealously turned away from him, a glint in his dark eyes. Tarn cursed himself that he had not gone looking for these stones on his own; their worth was more than ten times everything else he had ever salvaged from this ocean. They could buy untold weaponry, they could buy the support of a great many men, they could have given him the power he craved. He tried to get a closer look but the Captain finally walked away from him, barking out orders to sail for the Elven ship. Tarn, disappointed, went back to the rail and put his head on his arms. A surge of pain welled up behind his broken ribs and he sighed. He was not sure he was so keen for another battle at that moment though he knew he was fit for it. Gazing at the waves sadly, a sense of disappointment grew within him, and he longed to get hold of that stone. Last edited by Lalwendë; 11-27-2004 at 08:52 AM.