Author: maffleet, Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 8:46 PM, Post Subject: Watcher In The Water [R]

Jake was walking toward Vilpamolan for no other reason then he hadn't been there in a while. Wanted to talk with some old friends meet some new ones. Also the bard was low on cash and drunk pirates were pretty generous with their coins, probably had something to do with their low life expectancy.As he walked Jake began slapping his legs to make a beat to entertain himself. After all just walking by himself was so boring. Eventually just playing a beat on his legs was no longer enough so the bard pulled out his trusty flute. While he usually played his lute its good to practice with the other instruments. There's no fun in being a one trick pony no matter how good of a pony you are you've gotta do something different every once in a while.

As he was walking and playing Jake heard something over the sound of his flute music. deciding to walk towards the sound the bard took a right turn and walked towards the sounds. What was making the sounds gave Jake some pause. It was a man with the head of a crocodile. Given enough time Jake might be able to recall a stranger sight, but currently this was at the top. While most simply would've turned around and walked in the opposite direction Jake wasn't going to waste this golden opportunity. After all its not everyday you meet a man who has the head of an animal and not of, well a man.

"Hello my name is Jake, its a pleasure to meet you. What's your name" the bard asked. Assuming that this man was able to talk. Jake then extended his hand towards the crocodile dude for him to shake. This was either going to go fine, or it was going to go very wrong very fast.

Author: Suchus, Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 9:34 AM, Post Subject: Watcher In The Water [R]

The Moritius swamp. A land that most people dreaded, and preferred to steer away from. But those who didn't, those who had what some might call 'courage', or others might call 'no brains', those who dared venture into the swamp, they seldom came back… And when they did, they were never the same. Things unspoken of, dangers that strike fear into the hearts of the most courageous lie in these lands, and rumors spread quickly.

Many that live on the outskirts of the swamp in the South have reported strange beings; some with many tentacles hidden on the marshes, others that come in swarms and have horrible venom, or plants that feed on flesh of those that dare come into the swamp. There was a rumor, one that people seldom spoke of, of a tall man that lives in the waters. It was true, but he was now moving away; he was leaving for a short while.

The green, reptilian figure swam north, upstream, the top of his head slightly above the water, just enough for his eyes to break the surface. People could easily mistaken him for a log or a plant floating in the water, if he wasn't moving upstream, of course. The reptile was making for the Vilpamolan. He was tired and decided to rest, so he rose from the water and prepared to make camp.

His scales were smooth yet hard, and were a shade of murky green. His hair was long, sleek, oily-black, and reached a few centimeters below his shoulder. His head was that of a crocodile, and so were his eyes, and around his waist he wore a shendyt, in his hand a long, silver grey staff. He reached over and pulled down some vines off a tree and tossed them to the spot where his camp would be.