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"Bandits on the road, Lord. They have always been a nuisance when traveling."
Kairos gave an attempt at a disarming smile. She really hadn't expected concern.
"They attempted to take what was not theirs, and met an untimely end. A minor incident."
Kairos suddenly noted the ship breaching the depths of the waves, and most importantly, the crest on it's bow.
"Oh, My Lord, it would seem the ship is up from the waves!"
Well. She hoped this would work at distracting him for a moment. The promise of something shiny always seemed to distract most nobles. They were much like small children or birds in that way.
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"Bandits on the road, Lord. They have always been a nuisance when traveling."
Kairos gave an attempt at a disarming smile. She really hadn't expected concern.
"They attempted to take what was not theirs, and met an untimely end. A minor incident."
Kairos suddenly noted the ship breaching the depths of the waves, and most importantly, the crest on it's bow.
"Oh, My Lord, it would seem the ship is up from the waves!"
Well. She hoped this would work at distracting him for a moment. The promise of something shiny always seemed to distract most nobles. They were much like small children or birds in that way.
"Bandits on the road, Lord. They have always been a nuisance when traveling."
Kairos gave an attempt at a disarming smile. She really hadn't expected concern.
"They attempted to take what was not theirs, and met an untimely end. A minor incident."
Kairos suddenly noted the ship breaching the depths of the waves, and most importantly, the crest on it's bow.
"Oh, My Lord, it would seem the ship is up from the waves!"
Well. She hoped this would work at distracting him for a moment. The promise of something shiny always seemed to distract most nobles. They were much like small children or birds in that way.
If there was one thing that this stranger was good at, it was annoying Timaeus with her vague non-answers to his simple questions. Truly, was it that difficult to explain what had happened and how she had come to be traveling alone? Especially to a member of the nobility who had the power to change her life for the worse with a simple nod of his head? It was almost incredulous that she seemed so intent on running circles around the Baron for some unknown reason that he certainly couldn’t fathom. After all, if Timaeus was in her shoes, he wouldn’t dare be anything, but straight-forward and direct with someone like him.
But then again, he wasn’t her. There was no way for him to know that the punishment for annoying him was greatly outweighed by the risk of her revealing her profession.
He shook his head a bit and furrowed his brows while listening to her deflections once more. His rising impatience was written clearly on his face as he regarded her words. However, his expression overall remained rather neutral, his anger hiding behind a trained blank expression and the concern that was now steadily fading. Kairos might have been fooled by the poker face that Timaeus put on, but the warhorse beneath him wasn’t. The chestnut Andalusian had been paired with the Baron for years and thus could sense small changes in the man’s behavior considerably faster than those who didn’t know him. Thrasos fed off the Baron’s annoyance and became antsy beneath him, growing more fidgety and pawing at the sand beneath him. Timaeus instinctively reached a hand forward to rub the beast’s neck in order to calm him, but still, the horse refused to be still again as little did Timaeus know, but the horse was reacting to more than just the Baron.
The ship had nearly breached the surface now and the shifting seabed was now shaking beneath their feet. Most of the people wouldn’t be able to consciously sense it, but the rumbling only added to the tense atmosphere of the beach as all eagerly awaited any sign of who the ship might have belonged to.
Ignoring all of this though, Timaeus focused in on her words, “An untimely end?” The Baron parroted back with an eyebrow raised, “But didn’t you just tell me a moment ago that you were traveling alone?” His words carried an almost accusatory tone to them as he believed that he had just caught her in the middle of some sort of lie. After all, it was simply unfathomable to him that a woman would be capable of taking the lives of several bandits that were clearly armed and skilled with a blade --if only by judging the cut on her back. It was far more likely in his mind that she omitting parts of the truth, hiding a companion or two that would reasonably be capable of killing the bandits instead of her.
“So, were you alone or were you no-” Timaeus started to say, intent on weedling the truth out of her in one way or another, but he was abruptly cut off by the deafening noise of the ship breaking the surface. The water fell off its sides in an almost poetic cascade, drawing everyone’s attention to the water. For a moment, a deathly silence fell over the crowd as their eyes searched for any sign of who may have owned the ship. Timaeus was no exception to this as he forced Thrasos to turn so that he may get a better view of the vessel. The watched with bated breath as the bow began to emerge from the water and the first clues of what purpose the ship served were lifted from its watery grave.
His heart immediately sank as he recognized, even from this distance, a carved bear. The ship was a Kotas vessel and not the missing Valaoritis one. Timaeus’s face fell with the disappointment of knowing that the precious cargo that he had hoped would have been recovered was still lost at sea.
Sensing the change in his mood, Thrasos shifted beneath him again, drawing the baron’s attention away from the ship as he attempted to calm the horse. However, with his mind pulled away from the ship, a more startling revelation began to creep in. There *shouldn’t* be a Kotas ship lost at sea.
A startled shock overtook him as his eyes darted between the ship and the prince further up the beach. Timaeus may not have been as well acquainted with the state of the Midas docks, but he knew that Zanon would have mentioned a missing Kotas vessel the countless times that Timaeus had mentioned his during their meetings. It seemed unlikely that the prince would keep such news to himself, especially as this ship was certainly an important one if the carving was anything to go by. In fact, as far as Timaeus knew, the Kotas insignia wasn’t put on any vessel that the family-owned, but instead was only used for transporting a political convoy… and right now there were only two of these ships out on the open water.
One for the crown prince and one for the king.
Once this horrifying truth hit Timaeus, he sprung into action. Nudging sharply into Thrasos’s side, he allowed for the beast to rear up as he held a tight grip, trying to catch the crowd’s attention. Several of those nearest to him, turned at the sound of the horse’s braying which was quickly drowned out by the Baron’s shouts, “If there is a man among you, find a place at the ropes!” His clear status as a member of the nobility helped to spur some of the other men to start making their way out of the crowd, some nearly tripping their own feet as the implication of this discovery rippled through the crowd.
Timaeus quickly turned Thrasos to where the workers were dragging the ship out of the water. He reached them with only a few thunderous strides from the beast and within one swift motion, he slid off from his back. His movement lacked grace, however, as the baron landed at an odd angle and nearly earned himself a face full of sand, but he quickly scrambled to his own feet. His dignity was not worth anything compared to who may end up being on the ship if his fears were correct.
Then with no concern for how it may look, as a baron was supposed to be above the menial labor he was no subjecting himself too, he found himself a place towards the front of the chains attached the to ship and lent his own strength to the effort, entrusting that others who cared for their crown would swiftly follow suit. As he struggled beneath the task, all he could do was pray to the gods that he was wrong.
Dear gods. Let him be wrong.
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If there was one thing that this stranger was good at, it was annoying Timaeus with her vague non-answers to his simple questions. Truly, was it that difficult to explain what had happened and how she had come to be traveling alone? Especially to a member of the nobility who had the power to change her life for the worse with a simple nod of his head? It was almost incredulous that she seemed so intent on running circles around the Baron for some unknown reason that he certainly couldn’t fathom. After all, if Timaeus was in her shoes, he wouldn’t dare be anything, but straight-forward and direct with someone like him.
But then again, he wasn’t her. There was no way for him to know that the punishment for annoying him was greatly outweighed by the risk of her revealing her profession.
He shook his head a bit and furrowed his brows while listening to her deflections once more. His rising impatience was written clearly on his face as he regarded her words. However, his expression overall remained rather neutral, his anger hiding behind a trained blank expression and the concern that was now steadily fading. Kairos might have been fooled by the poker face that Timaeus put on, but the warhorse beneath him wasn’t. The chestnut Andalusian had been paired with the Baron for years and thus could sense small changes in the man’s behavior considerably faster than those who didn’t know him. Thrasos fed off the Baron’s annoyance and became antsy beneath him, growing more fidgety and pawing at the sand beneath him. Timaeus instinctively reached a hand forward to rub the beast’s neck in order to calm him, but still, the horse refused to be still again as little did Timaeus know, but the horse was reacting to more than just the Baron.
The ship had nearly breached the surface now and the shifting seabed was now shaking beneath their feet. Most of the people wouldn’t be able to consciously sense it, but the rumbling only added to the tense atmosphere of the beach as all eagerly awaited any sign of who the ship might have belonged to.
Ignoring all of this though, Timaeus focused in on her words, “An untimely end?” The Baron parroted back with an eyebrow raised, “But didn’t you just tell me a moment ago that you were traveling alone?” His words carried an almost accusatory tone to them as he believed that he had just caught her in the middle of some sort of lie. After all, it was simply unfathomable to him that a woman would be capable of taking the lives of several bandits that were clearly armed and skilled with a blade --if only by judging the cut on her back. It was far more likely in his mind that she omitting parts of the truth, hiding a companion or two that would reasonably be capable of killing the bandits instead of her.
“So, were you alone or were you no-” Timaeus started to say, intent on weedling the truth out of her in one way or another, but he was abruptly cut off by the deafening noise of the ship breaking the surface. The water fell off its sides in an almost poetic cascade, drawing everyone’s attention to the water. For a moment, a deathly silence fell over the crowd as their eyes searched for any sign of who may have owned the ship. Timaeus was no exception to this as he forced Thrasos to turn so that he may get a better view of the vessel. The watched with bated breath as the bow began to emerge from the water and the first clues of what purpose the ship served were lifted from its watery grave.
His heart immediately sank as he recognized, even from this distance, a carved bear. The ship was a Kotas vessel and not the missing Valaoritis one. Timaeus’s face fell with the disappointment of knowing that the precious cargo that he had hoped would have been recovered was still lost at sea.
Sensing the change in his mood, Thrasos shifted beneath him again, drawing the baron’s attention away from the ship as he attempted to calm the horse. However, with his mind pulled away from the ship, a more startling revelation began to creep in. There *shouldn’t* be a Kotas ship lost at sea.
A startled shock overtook him as his eyes darted between the ship and the prince further up the beach. Timaeus may not have been as well acquainted with the state of the Midas docks, but he knew that Zanon would have mentioned a missing Kotas vessel the countless times that Timaeus had mentioned his during their meetings. It seemed unlikely that the prince would keep such news to himself, especially as this ship was certainly an important one if the carving was anything to go by. In fact, as far as Timaeus knew, the Kotas insignia wasn’t put on any vessel that the family-owned, but instead was only used for transporting a political convoy… and right now there were only two of these ships out on the open water.
One for the crown prince and one for the king.
Once this horrifying truth hit Timaeus, he sprung into action. Nudging sharply into Thrasos’s side, he allowed for the beast to rear up as he held a tight grip, trying to catch the crowd’s attention. Several of those nearest to him, turned at the sound of the horse’s braying which was quickly drowned out by the Baron’s shouts, “If there is a man among you, find a place at the ropes!” His clear status as a member of the nobility helped to spur some of the other men to start making their way out of the crowd, some nearly tripping their own feet as the implication of this discovery rippled through the crowd.
Timaeus quickly turned Thrasos to where the workers were dragging the ship out of the water. He reached them with only a few thunderous strides from the beast and within one swift motion, he slid off from his back. His movement lacked grace, however, as the baron landed at an odd angle and nearly earned himself a face full of sand, but he quickly scrambled to his own feet. His dignity was not worth anything compared to who may end up being on the ship if his fears were correct.
Then with no concern for how it may look, as a baron was supposed to be above the menial labor he was no subjecting himself too, he found himself a place towards the front of the chains attached the to ship and lent his own strength to the effort, entrusting that others who cared for their crown would swiftly follow suit. As he struggled beneath the task, all he could do was pray to the gods that he was wrong.
Dear gods. Let him be wrong.
If there was one thing that this stranger was good at, it was annoying Timaeus with her vague non-answers to his simple questions. Truly, was it that difficult to explain what had happened and how she had come to be traveling alone? Especially to a member of the nobility who had the power to change her life for the worse with a simple nod of his head? It was almost incredulous that she seemed so intent on running circles around the Baron for some unknown reason that he certainly couldn’t fathom. After all, if Timaeus was in her shoes, he wouldn’t dare be anything, but straight-forward and direct with someone like him.
But then again, he wasn’t her. There was no way for him to know that the punishment for annoying him was greatly outweighed by the risk of her revealing her profession.
He shook his head a bit and furrowed his brows while listening to her deflections once more. His rising impatience was written clearly on his face as he regarded her words. However, his expression overall remained rather neutral, his anger hiding behind a trained blank expression and the concern that was now steadily fading. Kairos might have been fooled by the poker face that Timaeus put on, but the warhorse beneath him wasn’t. The chestnut Andalusian had been paired with the Baron for years and thus could sense small changes in the man’s behavior considerably faster than those who didn’t know him. Thrasos fed off the Baron’s annoyance and became antsy beneath him, growing more fidgety and pawing at the sand beneath him. Timaeus instinctively reached a hand forward to rub the beast’s neck in order to calm him, but still, the horse refused to be still again as little did Timaeus know, but the horse was reacting to more than just the Baron.
The ship had nearly breached the surface now and the shifting seabed was now shaking beneath their feet. Most of the people wouldn’t be able to consciously sense it, but the rumbling only added to the tense atmosphere of the beach as all eagerly awaited any sign of who the ship might have belonged to.
Ignoring all of this though, Timaeus focused in on her words, “An untimely end?” The Baron parroted back with an eyebrow raised, “But didn’t you just tell me a moment ago that you were traveling alone?” His words carried an almost accusatory tone to them as he believed that he had just caught her in the middle of some sort of lie. After all, it was simply unfathomable to him that a woman would be capable of taking the lives of several bandits that were clearly armed and skilled with a blade --if only by judging the cut on her back. It was far more likely in his mind that she omitting parts of the truth, hiding a companion or two that would reasonably be capable of killing the bandits instead of her.
“So, were you alone or were you no-” Timaeus started to say, intent on weedling the truth out of her in one way or another, but he was abruptly cut off by the deafening noise of the ship breaking the surface. The water fell off its sides in an almost poetic cascade, drawing everyone’s attention to the water. For a moment, a deathly silence fell over the crowd as their eyes searched for any sign of who may have owned the ship. Timaeus was no exception to this as he forced Thrasos to turn so that he may get a better view of the vessel. The watched with bated breath as the bow began to emerge from the water and the first clues of what purpose the ship served were lifted from its watery grave.
His heart immediately sank as he recognized, even from this distance, a carved bear. The ship was a Kotas vessel and not the missing Valaoritis one. Timaeus’s face fell with the disappointment of knowing that the precious cargo that he had hoped would have been recovered was still lost at sea.
Sensing the change in his mood, Thrasos shifted beneath him again, drawing the baron’s attention away from the ship as he attempted to calm the horse. However, with his mind pulled away from the ship, a more startling revelation began to creep in. There *shouldn’t* be a Kotas ship lost at sea.
A startled shock overtook him as his eyes darted between the ship and the prince further up the beach. Timaeus may not have been as well acquainted with the state of the Midas docks, but he knew that Zanon would have mentioned a missing Kotas vessel the countless times that Timaeus had mentioned his during their meetings. It seemed unlikely that the prince would keep such news to himself, especially as this ship was certainly an important one if the carving was anything to go by. In fact, as far as Timaeus knew, the Kotas insignia wasn’t put on any vessel that the family-owned, but instead was only used for transporting a political convoy… and right now there were only two of these ships out on the open water.
One for the crown prince and one for the king.
Once this horrifying truth hit Timaeus, he sprung into action. Nudging sharply into Thrasos’s side, he allowed for the beast to rear up as he held a tight grip, trying to catch the crowd’s attention. Several of those nearest to him, turned at the sound of the horse’s braying which was quickly drowned out by the Baron’s shouts, “If there is a man among you, find a place at the ropes!” His clear status as a member of the nobility helped to spur some of the other men to start making their way out of the crowd, some nearly tripping their own feet as the implication of this discovery rippled through the crowd.
Timaeus quickly turned Thrasos to where the workers were dragging the ship out of the water. He reached them with only a few thunderous strides from the beast and within one swift motion, he slid off from his back. His movement lacked grace, however, as the baron landed at an odd angle and nearly earned himself a face full of sand, but he quickly scrambled to his own feet. His dignity was not worth anything compared to who may end up being on the ship if his fears were correct.
Then with no concern for how it may look, as a baron was supposed to be above the menial labor he was no subjecting himself too, he found himself a place towards the front of the chains attached the to ship and lent his own strength to the effort, entrusting that others who cared for their crown would swiftly follow suit. As he struggled beneath the task, all he could do was pray to the gods that he was wrong.
Dear gods. Let him be wrong.
"Gold would be better, indeed."
Zanon gave a low laugh that held little humor, his arm around Evras tightening in security to hide from a fear he could not or would not yet name. Until he was given any reason for fear, he would simply look on in curiosity with the rest of the crowd. He had not been informed if there was any kind of sigil or crest found on the ship, it hadn't been far enough above water to see clearly if it had been marked or not. Otherwise not all of them would need to be here in the event of a claim being staked. In response to his wife's question he shook his head slightly, watching in silence.
He didn't know how long he sat in silence watching the progress, it could have been hours or seconds, all he knew was his eyes were securely trained on the ship as he mentally made count of his family members. Only two were absent. The only time his eyes left the ship were when he turned about to check on Dion every so often, making sure the Eliades twins didn't drag him into some sort of hairbrained scheme. The second prince had given the guards explicit instruction to keep Dion away from the boat and close to them at all times. Perhaps he was being an overprotective father, but given how absent he had been before, it felt as if he had much to make up for.
When the moment finally came, the bow of the ship bobbing above the surface and then back down, the laborers put their strength into the tug of the ropes until it finally came closer and showed the crest. A bear.
"Oh gods. Evras."
Zanon's heart dropped to his stomach and without thought he urged his horse closer, down toward the beach and the ship with Evras still clutched to his chest. He could faintly hear the sound of Timaeus urging the laborers to bring the ship onto the shore, that every able bodied man should join in. As soon as they were close enough, Zanon lept from the back of his mount, leaving his wife with the reins as he rushed forward to grab hold of the ropes himself. Curse anyone who thought he ought not to be doing this, that he should hold onto any sort of decorum in this moment. The crown that he had put on this morning felt like a heavy burden and he would give anything to throw it out into the sea.
Only two people could be on that ship. Two people that could determine a change in the fate of all of Colchis and Greece. With each tug on the rope, the ship came closer, and Zanon was glad for the spray of water and dirt and sand. Either his father or brother had been aboard, either his brother was now king before he returned, or Zanon himself was to be the next to bear the crown, and neither were eventualities he was ready for. Until Vangelis married and had children of his own or in the event he never did, he and his own family were next in line to ascend. It was not what he wanted for his son, or himself. He had always been content to be an adviser, a general and soldier alongside his king and kin, but he did not want the throne or that power for himself. The burden was too great for his shoulders.
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"Gold would be better, indeed."
Zanon gave a low laugh that held little humor, his arm around Evras tightening in security to hide from a fear he could not or would not yet name. Until he was given any reason for fear, he would simply look on in curiosity with the rest of the crowd. He had not been informed if there was any kind of sigil or crest found on the ship, it hadn't been far enough above water to see clearly if it had been marked or not. Otherwise not all of them would need to be here in the event of a claim being staked. In response to his wife's question he shook his head slightly, watching in silence.
He didn't know how long he sat in silence watching the progress, it could have been hours or seconds, all he knew was his eyes were securely trained on the ship as he mentally made count of his family members. Only two were absent. The only time his eyes left the ship were when he turned about to check on Dion every so often, making sure the Eliades twins didn't drag him into some sort of hairbrained scheme. The second prince had given the guards explicit instruction to keep Dion away from the boat and close to them at all times. Perhaps he was being an overprotective father, but given how absent he had been before, it felt as if he had much to make up for.
When the moment finally came, the bow of the ship bobbing above the surface and then back down, the laborers put their strength into the tug of the ropes until it finally came closer and showed the crest. A bear.
"Oh gods. Evras."
Zanon's heart dropped to his stomach and without thought he urged his horse closer, down toward the beach and the ship with Evras still clutched to his chest. He could faintly hear the sound of Timaeus urging the laborers to bring the ship onto the shore, that every able bodied man should join in. As soon as they were close enough, Zanon lept from the back of his mount, leaving his wife with the reins as he rushed forward to grab hold of the ropes himself. Curse anyone who thought he ought not to be doing this, that he should hold onto any sort of decorum in this moment. The crown that he had put on this morning felt like a heavy burden and he would give anything to throw it out into the sea.
Only two people could be on that ship. Two people that could determine a change in the fate of all of Colchis and Greece. With each tug on the rope, the ship came closer, and Zanon was glad for the spray of water and dirt and sand. Either his father or brother had been aboard, either his brother was now king before he returned, or Zanon himself was to be the next to bear the crown, and neither were eventualities he was ready for. Until Vangelis married and had children of his own or in the event he never did, he and his own family were next in line to ascend. It was not what he wanted for his son, or himself. He had always been content to be an adviser, a general and soldier alongside his king and kin, but he did not want the throne or that power for himself. The burden was too great for his shoulders.
"Gold would be better, indeed."
Zanon gave a low laugh that held little humor, his arm around Evras tightening in security to hide from a fear he could not or would not yet name. Until he was given any reason for fear, he would simply look on in curiosity with the rest of the crowd. He had not been informed if there was any kind of sigil or crest found on the ship, it hadn't been far enough above water to see clearly if it had been marked or not. Otherwise not all of them would need to be here in the event of a claim being staked. In response to his wife's question he shook his head slightly, watching in silence.
He didn't know how long he sat in silence watching the progress, it could have been hours or seconds, all he knew was his eyes were securely trained on the ship as he mentally made count of his family members. Only two were absent. The only time his eyes left the ship were when he turned about to check on Dion every so often, making sure the Eliades twins didn't drag him into some sort of hairbrained scheme. The second prince had given the guards explicit instruction to keep Dion away from the boat and close to them at all times. Perhaps he was being an overprotective father, but given how absent he had been before, it felt as if he had much to make up for.
When the moment finally came, the bow of the ship bobbing above the surface and then back down, the laborers put their strength into the tug of the ropes until it finally came closer and showed the crest. A bear.
"Oh gods. Evras."
Zanon's heart dropped to his stomach and without thought he urged his horse closer, down toward the beach and the ship with Evras still clutched to his chest. He could faintly hear the sound of Timaeus urging the laborers to bring the ship onto the shore, that every able bodied man should join in. As soon as they were close enough, Zanon lept from the back of his mount, leaving his wife with the reins as he rushed forward to grab hold of the ropes himself. Curse anyone who thought he ought not to be doing this, that he should hold onto any sort of decorum in this moment. The crown that he had put on this morning felt like a heavy burden and he would give anything to throw it out into the sea.
Only two people could be on that ship. Two people that could determine a change in the fate of all of Colchis and Greece. With each tug on the rope, the ship came closer, and Zanon was glad for the spray of water and dirt and sand. Either his father or brother had been aboard, either his brother was now king before he returned, or Zanon himself was to be the next to bear the crown, and neither were eventualities he was ready for. Until Vangelis married and had children of his own or in the event he never did, he and his own family were next in line to ascend. It was not what he wanted for his son, or himself. He had always been content to be an adviser, a general and soldier alongside his king and kin, but he did not want the throne or that power for himself. The burden was too great for his shoulders.
From where they stood on the shore, Thea and Nethis could see in plain view the mast breaching the water, foot by foot. It would not be long before the rest of the ship rose to the surface and to the shore. The sun was no unbearable, yet Thea could feel the tops of her cheeks warming beneath its rays and she made a mental note to prepare a tincture to prevent any spotting that may occur as a result.
Her hazel eyes shifted over to Nethis' countenance, watching her sister's eyes follow the progress and take note of the various Colchian provinces represented on the beach. Once again, the question of the ship's contents fluttered through Thea's mind. It was not uncommon for ships to disappear at sea, whether by careless human errors or godly interventions that led to their demise. These things happened with frequency, despite the frequent advancements made by shipbuilders and navigators. It was a fact of life, one that never left Thea's mind whenever she or her siblings were to travel by ship.
Continuing in her introspection, for all she had known before her sister's timely arrival, it could have been Nethis' ship. Thea did not consider herself as emotional as her younger siblings, Evras and Mihail, but she did bear a sensitivity to things surrounding the eventual deaths of those close to her. Bearing many acquaintances in her life, she did not consider herself to have many who were 'close' to her outside of her siblings, her closest retinue, and a solemn few she could count on one hand with fingers left over.
Her eyes had been silently gazing at the rising mast unblinking, deep within her own thoughts, when a familiar voice hearkened her and her sister. Their errant brother had decided to join them looking some sort of way that was utterly indescribable. The contrast between his richly-colored clothing and the clear allusion to his Thanasi name with his juvenile attempt at facial hair resulted in a single, strong brow raised in curiosity, followed by a long stare as she sought out the appropriate words.
"Mihail," she started, a genteel smile on her lips and reaching out her hand to delicately take his, "I have missed your company. Has the Baron treated you kindly during your stay?" Thea intended to avoid the issue of his birthright being in question at all costs, knowing that Nethis and Mihail were more for those stern words. Still, she cared deeply for her younger brother and felt quite lonesome in the past days with only Dysius and their father for company - both of which were wretched companions and conversationalists.
Regarding both her brother and sisters replies near silently, her eyes once again became focused on the ship as the prow began to breach the waves. Streams of water poured from between the planks of the ship as if being emptied from a chalice. The wood carvings began to glisten as the Kotas crest became visible.
It was known that there were two Kotas ships away - that of the King Tython to the Northlands and of Crown Prince Vangelis to Taengea.
Despite the heat in the sun, Thea suddenly felt cold down to her bones. Almost against her will, her feet began moving forward towards the ship as it pushed forward onto the beach, starting slowly then speeding up to a point where her skirts fluttered behidn her. Most knew there was no love and true consideration between the Thanasi and Kotas families, despite the marriage between Prince Zanon and Evras. But, there were things that had very carefully been kept a secret from the world for many years connecting their two houses in a way that, if all went well, would never be known. If her mind were closer to Nethis', the thought of such things sinking to a watery grave would solve many problems.
Contrary to many beliefs, though, Thea was not Nethis, particularly in this moment. And her blood ran cold with dread at the thought of one particular soul being aboard that ship.
Workers, soldiers, and now barons and princes ran to the lines, to haul the ship in. Every soul seemed as breathless as she did, with her chest tight. Distracted only by the sight of Evras struggling to rein in her husband's steed, she diverted her path to her sister's side, taking hold of the mount's bridle to keep it from stamping in place.
"Evras...." Thea said, almost breathlessly, numbly reaching up a hand to offer her sister assistance in dismounting. Some other of their royal staff could take the steed if needed. As soon as Evras dismounted, Thea took grip of both of her arms to help steady her as the sand shifted beneath their feet. "Where's Dion?"
While her mind fluttered with her own personal attachments, she was still a Thanasi. One way or another, the tides had shifted within the royal family of Colchis, and the safety of youngest Prince - her nephew - was of the most importance.
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From where they stood on the shore, Thea and Nethis could see in plain view the mast breaching the water, foot by foot. It would not be long before the rest of the ship rose to the surface and to the shore. The sun was no unbearable, yet Thea could feel the tops of her cheeks warming beneath its rays and she made a mental note to prepare a tincture to prevent any spotting that may occur as a result.
Her hazel eyes shifted over to Nethis' countenance, watching her sister's eyes follow the progress and take note of the various Colchian provinces represented on the beach. Once again, the question of the ship's contents fluttered through Thea's mind. It was not uncommon for ships to disappear at sea, whether by careless human errors or godly interventions that led to their demise. These things happened with frequency, despite the frequent advancements made by shipbuilders and navigators. It was a fact of life, one that never left Thea's mind whenever she or her siblings were to travel by ship.
Continuing in her introspection, for all she had known before her sister's timely arrival, it could have been Nethis' ship. Thea did not consider herself as emotional as her younger siblings, Evras and Mihail, but she did bear a sensitivity to things surrounding the eventual deaths of those close to her. Bearing many acquaintances in her life, she did not consider herself to have many who were 'close' to her outside of her siblings, her closest retinue, and a solemn few she could count on one hand with fingers left over.
Her eyes had been silently gazing at the rising mast unblinking, deep within her own thoughts, when a familiar voice hearkened her and her sister. Their errant brother had decided to join them looking some sort of way that was utterly indescribable. The contrast between his richly-colored clothing and the clear allusion to his Thanasi name with his juvenile attempt at facial hair resulted in a single, strong brow raised in curiosity, followed by a long stare as she sought out the appropriate words.
"Mihail," she started, a genteel smile on her lips and reaching out her hand to delicately take his, "I have missed your company. Has the Baron treated you kindly during your stay?" Thea intended to avoid the issue of his birthright being in question at all costs, knowing that Nethis and Mihail were more for those stern words. Still, she cared deeply for her younger brother and felt quite lonesome in the past days with only Dysius and their father for company - both of which were wretched companions and conversationalists.
Regarding both her brother and sisters replies near silently, her eyes once again became focused on the ship as the prow began to breach the waves. Streams of water poured from between the planks of the ship as if being emptied from a chalice. The wood carvings began to glisten as the Kotas crest became visible.
It was known that there were two Kotas ships away - that of the King Tython to the Northlands and of Crown Prince Vangelis to Taengea.
Despite the heat in the sun, Thea suddenly felt cold down to her bones. Almost against her will, her feet began moving forward towards the ship as it pushed forward onto the beach, starting slowly then speeding up to a point where her skirts fluttered behidn her. Most knew there was no love and true consideration between the Thanasi and Kotas families, despite the marriage between Prince Zanon and Evras. But, there were things that had very carefully been kept a secret from the world for many years connecting their two houses in a way that, if all went well, would never be known. If her mind were closer to Nethis', the thought of such things sinking to a watery grave would solve many problems.
Contrary to many beliefs, though, Thea was not Nethis, particularly in this moment. And her blood ran cold with dread at the thought of one particular soul being aboard that ship.
Workers, soldiers, and now barons and princes ran to the lines, to haul the ship in. Every soul seemed as breathless as she did, with her chest tight. Distracted only by the sight of Evras struggling to rein in her husband's steed, she diverted her path to her sister's side, taking hold of the mount's bridle to keep it from stamping in place.
"Evras...." Thea said, almost breathlessly, numbly reaching up a hand to offer her sister assistance in dismounting. Some other of their royal staff could take the steed if needed. As soon as Evras dismounted, Thea took grip of both of her arms to help steady her as the sand shifted beneath their feet. "Where's Dion?"
While her mind fluttered with her own personal attachments, she was still a Thanasi. One way or another, the tides had shifted within the royal family of Colchis, and the safety of youngest Prince - her nephew - was of the most importance.
From where they stood on the shore, Thea and Nethis could see in plain view the mast breaching the water, foot by foot. It would not be long before the rest of the ship rose to the surface and to the shore. The sun was no unbearable, yet Thea could feel the tops of her cheeks warming beneath its rays and she made a mental note to prepare a tincture to prevent any spotting that may occur as a result.
Her hazel eyes shifted over to Nethis' countenance, watching her sister's eyes follow the progress and take note of the various Colchian provinces represented on the beach. Once again, the question of the ship's contents fluttered through Thea's mind. It was not uncommon for ships to disappear at sea, whether by careless human errors or godly interventions that led to their demise. These things happened with frequency, despite the frequent advancements made by shipbuilders and navigators. It was a fact of life, one that never left Thea's mind whenever she or her siblings were to travel by ship.
Continuing in her introspection, for all she had known before her sister's timely arrival, it could have been Nethis' ship. Thea did not consider herself as emotional as her younger siblings, Evras and Mihail, but she did bear a sensitivity to things surrounding the eventual deaths of those close to her. Bearing many acquaintances in her life, she did not consider herself to have many who were 'close' to her outside of her siblings, her closest retinue, and a solemn few she could count on one hand with fingers left over.
Her eyes had been silently gazing at the rising mast unblinking, deep within her own thoughts, when a familiar voice hearkened her and her sister. Their errant brother had decided to join them looking some sort of way that was utterly indescribable. The contrast between his richly-colored clothing and the clear allusion to his Thanasi name with his juvenile attempt at facial hair resulted in a single, strong brow raised in curiosity, followed by a long stare as she sought out the appropriate words.
"Mihail," she started, a genteel smile on her lips and reaching out her hand to delicately take his, "I have missed your company. Has the Baron treated you kindly during your stay?" Thea intended to avoid the issue of his birthright being in question at all costs, knowing that Nethis and Mihail were more for those stern words. Still, she cared deeply for her younger brother and felt quite lonesome in the past days with only Dysius and their father for company - both of which were wretched companions and conversationalists.
Regarding both her brother and sisters replies near silently, her eyes once again became focused on the ship as the prow began to breach the waves. Streams of water poured from between the planks of the ship as if being emptied from a chalice. The wood carvings began to glisten as the Kotas crest became visible.
It was known that there were two Kotas ships away - that of the King Tython to the Northlands and of Crown Prince Vangelis to Taengea.
Despite the heat in the sun, Thea suddenly felt cold down to her bones. Almost against her will, her feet began moving forward towards the ship as it pushed forward onto the beach, starting slowly then speeding up to a point where her skirts fluttered behidn her. Most knew there was no love and true consideration between the Thanasi and Kotas families, despite the marriage between Prince Zanon and Evras. But, there were things that had very carefully been kept a secret from the world for many years connecting their two houses in a way that, if all went well, would never be known. If her mind were closer to Nethis', the thought of such things sinking to a watery grave would solve many problems.
Contrary to many beliefs, though, Thea was not Nethis, particularly in this moment. And her blood ran cold with dread at the thought of one particular soul being aboard that ship.
Workers, soldiers, and now barons and princes ran to the lines, to haul the ship in. Every soul seemed as breathless as she did, with her chest tight. Distracted only by the sight of Evras struggling to rein in her husband's steed, she diverted her path to her sister's side, taking hold of the mount's bridle to keep it from stamping in place.
"Evras...." Thea said, almost breathlessly, numbly reaching up a hand to offer her sister assistance in dismounting. Some other of their royal staff could take the steed if needed. As soon as Evras dismounted, Thea took grip of both of her arms to help steady her as the sand shifted beneath their feet. "Where's Dion?"
While her mind fluttered with her own personal attachments, she was still a Thanasi. One way or another, the tides had shifted within the royal family of Colchis, and the safety of youngest Prince - her nephew - was of the most importance.
Despite the humor that came with the low laugh of her husband, she could feel the tension rolling off him as he tightened his arms around her. It affected her as well, as she shifted in her seat to press closer against him. The whole time, their eyes did not leave the ship being hauled to shore. Still too deep within the waters to know who the ship was, questions and speculations still flew like wildfire. The punctuated silence was palpable, for what sort of words did one use at this time? She could not calm, for she was not calm herself as she watched, ever muscle on end. Only occasionally, Evras would glance back to make sure Dion was still with his guards, and to smile at her siblings, but otherwise, she was quite antsy as they all waited with bated breath.
And then they saw it. A bear.
She barely heard Zanon's breathed out words, only held on as he urged the horse closer down the beach. Evras had subconsciously covered the hand holding her with her own one, squeezing tightly. There were only two Kotas ships out.... and neither one being found sunken to the ocean floor denoted a good ending. She may have married into the royal family, but Evras had no wish to be Queen, nor wife to a Crown Prince. She simply had fallen in love with a man who laughed with her and made her laugh in return. Contrary to popular belief of those who knew of the Thanasi and Kotas rivalry, Evras broke the mould, and simply wished the best for everyone, especially after she had given birth to Dion, who seemed to encapsulate the best aspects of both families.
Only noticing Zanon had slipped off the horse when the steed beneath her shifted uneasily due to the loose way in which Evras held the reins, she tightened them, but her lips paled. Evras had always handled docile creatures, but the steed which Zanon had picked was not only antsy from the tense atmosphere, but not one of a gentle manner too.
Luckily for the woman, Thea was quick to make her appearance, and Evras gladly took her sister's hand and slid down the saddle as the equine began stamping its feet and throwing his head uneasily. Taking a step away into her elder sister's comforting presence, throwing a look at the carriage to ensure her son was still there according to Thea's words. "With his guards." she murmured in reply, double checking again, before turning to Thea. Worry lurked in the depths of her crystal gaze, as she looked at where her husband worked on hauling the Kotas-marked ship, and back at her sister. "Thea... that ship cannot bear good news with it, could it?" Her hands shook as she straightened up, and in her effort to stop the shiver, the woman gripped her hands into tight little fists, straightening her spine to once again gaze upon where the ship was being hauled up. Was hope a foolish wish, at this point?
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Despite the humor that came with the low laugh of her husband, she could feel the tension rolling off him as he tightened his arms around her. It affected her as well, as she shifted in her seat to press closer against him. The whole time, their eyes did not leave the ship being hauled to shore. Still too deep within the waters to know who the ship was, questions and speculations still flew like wildfire. The punctuated silence was palpable, for what sort of words did one use at this time? She could not calm, for she was not calm herself as she watched, ever muscle on end. Only occasionally, Evras would glance back to make sure Dion was still with his guards, and to smile at her siblings, but otherwise, she was quite antsy as they all waited with bated breath.
And then they saw it. A bear.
She barely heard Zanon's breathed out words, only held on as he urged the horse closer down the beach. Evras had subconsciously covered the hand holding her with her own one, squeezing tightly. There were only two Kotas ships out.... and neither one being found sunken to the ocean floor denoted a good ending. She may have married into the royal family, but Evras had no wish to be Queen, nor wife to a Crown Prince. She simply had fallen in love with a man who laughed with her and made her laugh in return. Contrary to popular belief of those who knew of the Thanasi and Kotas rivalry, Evras broke the mould, and simply wished the best for everyone, especially after she had given birth to Dion, who seemed to encapsulate the best aspects of both families.
Only noticing Zanon had slipped off the horse when the steed beneath her shifted uneasily due to the loose way in which Evras held the reins, she tightened them, but her lips paled. Evras had always handled docile creatures, but the steed which Zanon had picked was not only antsy from the tense atmosphere, but not one of a gentle manner too.
Luckily for the woman, Thea was quick to make her appearance, and Evras gladly took her sister's hand and slid down the saddle as the equine began stamping its feet and throwing his head uneasily. Taking a step away into her elder sister's comforting presence, throwing a look at the carriage to ensure her son was still there according to Thea's words. "With his guards." she murmured in reply, double checking again, before turning to Thea. Worry lurked in the depths of her crystal gaze, as she looked at where her husband worked on hauling the Kotas-marked ship, and back at her sister. "Thea... that ship cannot bear good news with it, could it?" Her hands shook as she straightened up, and in her effort to stop the shiver, the woman gripped her hands into tight little fists, straightening her spine to once again gaze upon where the ship was being hauled up. Was hope a foolish wish, at this point?
Despite the humor that came with the low laugh of her husband, she could feel the tension rolling off him as he tightened his arms around her. It affected her as well, as she shifted in her seat to press closer against him. The whole time, their eyes did not leave the ship being hauled to shore. Still too deep within the waters to know who the ship was, questions and speculations still flew like wildfire. The punctuated silence was palpable, for what sort of words did one use at this time? She could not calm, for she was not calm herself as she watched, ever muscle on end. Only occasionally, Evras would glance back to make sure Dion was still with his guards, and to smile at her siblings, but otherwise, she was quite antsy as they all waited with bated breath.
And then they saw it. A bear.
She barely heard Zanon's breathed out words, only held on as he urged the horse closer down the beach. Evras had subconsciously covered the hand holding her with her own one, squeezing tightly. There were only two Kotas ships out.... and neither one being found sunken to the ocean floor denoted a good ending. She may have married into the royal family, but Evras had no wish to be Queen, nor wife to a Crown Prince. She simply had fallen in love with a man who laughed with her and made her laugh in return. Contrary to popular belief of those who knew of the Thanasi and Kotas rivalry, Evras broke the mould, and simply wished the best for everyone, especially after she had given birth to Dion, who seemed to encapsulate the best aspects of both families.
Only noticing Zanon had slipped off the horse when the steed beneath her shifted uneasily due to the loose way in which Evras held the reins, she tightened them, but her lips paled. Evras had always handled docile creatures, but the steed which Zanon had picked was not only antsy from the tense atmosphere, but not one of a gentle manner too.
Luckily for the woman, Thea was quick to make her appearance, and Evras gladly took her sister's hand and slid down the saddle as the equine began stamping its feet and throwing his head uneasily. Taking a step away into her elder sister's comforting presence, throwing a look at the carriage to ensure her son was still there according to Thea's words. "With his guards." she murmured in reply, double checking again, before turning to Thea. Worry lurked in the depths of her crystal gaze, as she looked at where her husband worked on hauling the Kotas-marked ship, and back at her sister. "Thea... that ship cannot bear good news with it, could it?" Her hands shook as she straightened up, and in her effort to stop the shiver, the woman gripped her hands into tight little fists, straightening her spine to once again gaze upon where the ship was being hauled up. Was hope a foolish wish, at this point?
Nethis stood beside her sister with an expectant gaze as she awaited the reveal of the ownership of the ship that was destroyed by Poseidon’s rage and was found along the shores of Nethisa. The raven-haired woman felt the wind blow against her pale skin as she elevated her chin to impose her elegance. It wasn’t even a full day and Nethis was already about to become elbow deep in a situation that may prove to be an opportunity. Nethis doesn’t know what is inside that ship, she was brought down to Nethisa with the belief that it maybe a Thanasi ship at large. If it is property of the Thanasi House, then Nethis will be there to make sure that their property will be salvaged and kept private from the rest of the Houses. Of course, it would prove to be quite difficult since the Baron has gladly made his appearance on the shores, alongside him were a few soldiers and other nobles. This was bound to be a political nightmare, if there was something inside that ship that could prove the Thanasis as less than trustworthy. The one thing Nethis does not want to happen is having their family’s business aired to every noble and to every family in Colchis, or any other Kingdoms.
On the beach, Nethis spotted Evras and immediately a small smile lingered on her face to see her young sister. A Kotas by marriage, but Nethis knows Evras is still Thanasi at heart and she truly misses her young sister. Although, Nethis did not keep attention on Evras very long before her eyes fell upon Zanon of Kotas, before quickly returning her gaze towards the hauling of the ship. Nethis waited patiently for the ship to reveal itself, and she did so in silence. Nethis does not want to be distracted from the situation at hand, because a lot could happen at any moment and Nethis wants to be prepared for the mere possibility of chaos. Although, it would seem chaos was already building on the beach itself as more people arrived. The Baron is not much of a fan of the Thanasi House and to find something illegal with the House’s sigil would be enough for him to bury them – Mihail staying at his estate was interesting nonetheless, information she would get sooner or later. Keep your family close, but your enemies closer.
Again, chaos ensues as Mihail arrived, looking less of himself – immediately Nethis’s facial expression broke as her eyebrows knitted in astonishment as she looked at her brother. The attempt of facial hair was merely amusing for the elder sister, though she knew speaking snidely would only set the divide further between them. Although, it was only a few hours ago when she read Mihail’s rather distasteful letter, but those matters should not be settled at the beach that may be their end. Now, Nethis will be a pleasant sister who has not seen her brother in a month, but as soon as they are home, she will tear into him like the prey he will be. Nethis could hear the sarcasm, and she too responded, “The formalities are not needed, for I have not seen my little brother in weeks,” Nethis said as she turned to look upon the hauling of the ship – she could now the mass, which provided a small dose of anxiety. Although, the Lady kept her composure as she handled her brother, “I’ve read your letters,” Nethis turned to look at her brother with a cool expression, “We will talk more at home, little brother.” Nethis smiled softly, before returning her eyes to the men pulling at the ship, and her eyes widened.
It’s a Kotas ship. Nethis have been away, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t what goes on in Colchis – two Kotas ships were known to be away, King Tython’s and Prince Vangelis’s ships. Nethis felt relief as she was pleased that the ship did not belong to her family, at least not a Thanasis’ problem. Although a problem they are still attached to. The death of a King or a Prince provides opportunities for Nethis, and it was something the Lady was praying to the gods for – call it evil, but Nethis is only moving for the good of her family. The possibility of Evras becoming Queen was exciting, then soon little Dion would eventually be King. A young Prince of Kotas and of Thanasi blood. Dreams seem to control, only if Vangelis of Kotas was dead in that ship. Nethis wanted to smile, though she kept her composure because this was not the time for celebration. The ship was not in great ship, whoever was on it should not, could not have survived the wreck – Poseidon made sure of that. There needs to be confirmation, before any moves were made to propel her family forward, but the pieces were already in place just in case Nethis gets her way.
Nethis turned her eyes over to where she seen Zanon and her sister, though it did not surprise Nethis to see the Prince running to help pull the ship ashore. The icy-blue eyes of the Thanasi Lady followed the stricken man, though she could not hold a small smirk, before turning to Thea only to see her bound off towards Evras. Immediately Nethis spoke to Mihail, “We must go to our sister, she needs her family.” Nethis said as she walked past her brother to follow Thea over to Evras. Nethis walked over to see her younger sister with quiet contemplation, she only watched as Evras embraced Thea. Lady Nethis spoke gingerly, “My dear sister, let us not hope for the worst – I am sure Poseidon was merciful in the end.” Nethis said as she came to give her sister a hug, though she truly wished the worst.
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Nethis stood beside her sister with an expectant gaze as she awaited the reveal of the ownership of the ship that was destroyed by Poseidon’s rage and was found along the shores of Nethisa. The raven-haired woman felt the wind blow against her pale skin as she elevated her chin to impose her elegance. It wasn’t even a full day and Nethis was already about to become elbow deep in a situation that may prove to be an opportunity. Nethis doesn’t know what is inside that ship, she was brought down to Nethisa with the belief that it maybe a Thanasi ship at large. If it is property of the Thanasi House, then Nethis will be there to make sure that their property will be salvaged and kept private from the rest of the Houses. Of course, it would prove to be quite difficult since the Baron has gladly made his appearance on the shores, alongside him were a few soldiers and other nobles. This was bound to be a political nightmare, if there was something inside that ship that could prove the Thanasis as less than trustworthy. The one thing Nethis does not want to happen is having their family’s business aired to every noble and to every family in Colchis, or any other Kingdoms.
On the beach, Nethis spotted Evras and immediately a small smile lingered on her face to see her young sister. A Kotas by marriage, but Nethis knows Evras is still Thanasi at heart and she truly misses her young sister. Although, Nethis did not keep attention on Evras very long before her eyes fell upon Zanon of Kotas, before quickly returning her gaze towards the hauling of the ship. Nethis waited patiently for the ship to reveal itself, and she did so in silence. Nethis does not want to be distracted from the situation at hand, because a lot could happen at any moment and Nethis wants to be prepared for the mere possibility of chaos. Although, it would seem chaos was already building on the beach itself as more people arrived. The Baron is not much of a fan of the Thanasi House and to find something illegal with the House’s sigil would be enough for him to bury them – Mihail staying at his estate was interesting nonetheless, information she would get sooner or later. Keep your family close, but your enemies closer.
Again, chaos ensues as Mihail arrived, looking less of himself – immediately Nethis’s facial expression broke as her eyebrows knitted in astonishment as she looked at her brother. The attempt of facial hair was merely amusing for the elder sister, though she knew speaking snidely would only set the divide further between them. Although, it was only a few hours ago when she read Mihail’s rather distasteful letter, but those matters should not be settled at the beach that may be their end. Now, Nethis will be a pleasant sister who has not seen her brother in a month, but as soon as they are home, she will tear into him like the prey he will be. Nethis could hear the sarcasm, and she too responded, “The formalities are not needed, for I have not seen my little brother in weeks,” Nethis said as she turned to look upon the hauling of the ship – she could now the mass, which provided a small dose of anxiety. Although, the Lady kept her composure as she handled her brother, “I’ve read your letters,” Nethis turned to look at her brother with a cool expression, “We will talk more at home, little brother.” Nethis smiled softly, before returning her eyes to the men pulling at the ship, and her eyes widened.
It’s a Kotas ship. Nethis have been away, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t what goes on in Colchis – two Kotas ships were known to be away, King Tython’s and Prince Vangelis’s ships. Nethis felt relief as she was pleased that the ship did not belong to her family, at least not a Thanasis’ problem. Although a problem they are still attached to. The death of a King or a Prince provides opportunities for Nethis, and it was something the Lady was praying to the gods for – call it evil, but Nethis is only moving for the good of her family. The possibility of Evras becoming Queen was exciting, then soon little Dion would eventually be King. A young Prince of Kotas and of Thanasi blood. Dreams seem to control, only if Vangelis of Kotas was dead in that ship. Nethis wanted to smile, though she kept her composure because this was not the time for celebration. The ship was not in great ship, whoever was on it should not, could not have survived the wreck – Poseidon made sure of that. There needs to be confirmation, before any moves were made to propel her family forward, but the pieces were already in place just in case Nethis gets her way.
Nethis turned her eyes over to where she seen Zanon and her sister, though it did not surprise Nethis to see the Prince running to help pull the ship ashore. The icy-blue eyes of the Thanasi Lady followed the stricken man, though she could not hold a small smirk, before turning to Thea only to see her bound off towards Evras. Immediately Nethis spoke to Mihail, “We must go to our sister, she needs her family.” Nethis said as she walked past her brother to follow Thea over to Evras. Nethis walked over to see her younger sister with quiet contemplation, she only watched as Evras embraced Thea. Lady Nethis spoke gingerly, “My dear sister, let us not hope for the worst – I am sure Poseidon was merciful in the end.” Nethis said as she came to give her sister a hug, though she truly wished the worst.
Nethis stood beside her sister with an expectant gaze as she awaited the reveal of the ownership of the ship that was destroyed by Poseidon’s rage and was found along the shores of Nethisa. The raven-haired woman felt the wind blow against her pale skin as she elevated her chin to impose her elegance. It wasn’t even a full day and Nethis was already about to become elbow deep in a situation that may prove to be an opportunity. Nethis doesn’t know what is inside that ship, she was brought down to Nethisa with the belief that it maybe a Thanasi ship at large. If it is property of the Thanasi House, then Nethis will be there to make sure that their property will be salvaged and kept private from the rest of the Houses. Of course, it would prove to be quite difficult since the Baron has gladly made his appearance on the shores, alongside him were a few soldiers and other nobles. This was bound to be a political nightmare, if there was something inside that ship that could prove the Thanasis as less than trustworthy. The one thing Nethis does not want to happen is having their family’s business aired to every noble and to every family in Colchis, or any other Kingdoms.
On the beach, Nethis spotted Evras and immediately a small smile lingered on her face to see her young sister. A Kotas by marriage, but Nethis knows Evras is still Thanasi at heart and she truly misses her young sister. Although, Nethis did not keep attention on Evras very long before her eyes fell upon Zanon of Kotas, before quickly returning her gaze towards the hauling of the ship. Nethis waited patiently for the ship to reveal itself, and she did so in silence. Nethis does not want to be distracted from the situation at hand, because a lot could happen at any moment and Nethis wants to be prepared for the mere possibility of chaos. Although, it would seem chaos was already building on the beach itself as more people arrived. The Baron is not much of a fan of the Thanasi House and to find something illegal with the House’s sigil would be enough for him to bury them – Mihail staying at his estate was interesting nonetheless, information she would get sooner or later. Keep your family close, but your enemies closer.
Again, chaos ensues as Mihail arrived, looking less of himself – immediately Nethis’s facial expression broke as her eyebrows knitted in astonishment as she looked at her brother. The attempt of facial hair was merely amusing for the elder sister, though she knew speaking snidely would only set the divide further between them. Although, it was only a few hours ago when she read Mihail’s rather distasteful letter, but those matters should not be settled at the beach that may be their end. Now, Nethis will be a pleasant sister who has not seen her brother in a month, but as soon as they are home, she will tear into him like the prey he will be. Nethis could hear the sarcasm, and she too responded, “The formalities are not needed, for I have not seen my little brother in weeks,” Nethis said as she turned to look upon the hauling of the ship – she could now the mass, which provided a small dose of anxiety. Although, the Lady kept her composure as she handled her brother, “I’ve read your letters,” Nethis turned to look at her brother with a cool expression, “We will talk more at home, little brother.” Nethis smiled softly, before returning her eyes to the men pulling at the ship, and her eyes widened.
It’s a Kotas ship. Nethis have been away, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t what goes on in Colchis – two Kotas ships were known to be away, King Tython’s and Prince Vangelis’s ships. Nethis felt relief as she was pleased that the ship did not belong to her family, at least not a Thanasis’ problem. Although a problem they are still attached to. The death of a King or a Prince provides opportunities for Nethis, and it was something the Lady was praying to the gods for – call it evil, but Nethis is only moving for the good of her family. The possibility of Evras becoming Queen was exciting, then soon little Dion would eventually be King. A young Prince of Kotas and of Thanasi blood. Dreams seem to control, only if Vangelis of Kotas was dead in that ship. Nethis wanted to smile, though she kept her composure because this was not the time for celebration. The ship was not in great ship, whoever was on it should not, could not have survived the wreck – Poseidon made sure of that. There needs to be confirmation, before any moves were made to propel her family forward, but the pieces were already in place just in case Nethis gets her way.
Nethis turned her eyes over to where she seen Zanon and her sister, though it did not surprise Nethis to see the Prince running to help pull the ship ashore. The icy-blue eyes of the Thanasi Lady followed the stricken man, though she could not hold a small smirk, before turning to Thea only to see her bound off towards Evras. Immediately Nethis spoke to Mihail, “We must go to our sister, she needs her family.” Nethis said as she walked past her brother to follow Thea over to Evras. Nethis walked over to see her younger sister with quiet contemplation, she only watched as Evras embraced Thea. Lady Nethis spoke gingerly, “My dear sister, let us not hope for the worst – I am sure Poseidon was merciful in the end.” Nethis said as she came to give her sister a hug, though she truly wished the worst.
Maleos stood silently and watched as the workers slowly and steadily hauled the vessel from the water. No one approached him, he assumed that Timaeus would be tied up with discussions with the other nobles that were sure to be waiting for the ships identity to be revealed. His men were not there, they had been left back home to continue their drills and await commands from Maleos. There did not seem to be anyone else who knew or was interested in speaking with the military Captain, and he was okay with that. The noise of the chatter grew as the ship came closer and closer to breaching the surface. Everyone was getting anxious, most of the common folk were there just for something to do, and to collect some gossip. The more noble houses were there to see how invested they should be in learning the fate of the ship. Maleos was there for Timaeus mostly, and his interests in the boat. He himself didn't have much care for it, there wasn't much that could be on the ship that would affect him.
Upon seeing the sigil though, that attitude changed. The implications of who or what could have been on that ship had the potential to send shock waves through the nation and its people. The crowd had fallen silent as everyone took in the sight of the ship as it began to be hauled out of the water in its entirety. He stepped forward immediately and pushed aside one of the workers who had been hauling, he looked lean and like he hadn't been much help to start with. He knew that a well rested and more physically fit Captain would be more help pulling the ship up than an overworked and skinny worker would be.
The Captain had begun pulling on the chain only a few seconds before he heard Timaeus shout some where from the back of the crowd. He kept hauling, putting his years of working on his strength and endurance to the test. Manual labour was one of the things that he was best at, aside from combat, and especially when what was on the other end of that chain held so much weight on so many people.
Unsurprisingly for Maleos, Timaeus was there on the chain beside him, hauling away. With his title, he should not have been doing the work, but he knew his friend and knew that he would not stand idly by after seeing the ship. He kept hauling with all his strength as able bodied men from the crowd began to step forward and help the effort. He imagined they were suddenly spurred to action by the command and leadership of those of noble blood who joined in.
Maleos wanted to talk to Timaeus, to figure out what the next step they needed to do was, but there wasn't much time for talking, and besides that, words may be difficult with the strain of hauling the ship from its watery resting place. He could already feel his muscles begin to tire from the immense weight of what they were hauling.
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Maleos stood silently and watched as the workers slowly and steadily hauled the vessel from the water. No one approached him, he assumed that Timaeus would be tied up with discussions with the other nobles that were sure to be waiting for the ships identity to be revealed. His men were not there, they had been left back home to continue their drills and await commands from Maleos. There did not seem to be anyone else who knew or was interested in speaking with the military Captain, and he was okay with that. The noise of the chatter grew as the ship came closer and closer to breaching the surface. Everyone was getting anxious, most of the common folk were there just for something to do, and to collect some gossip. The more noble houses were there to see how invested they should be in learning the fate of the ship. Maleos was there for Timaeus mostly, and his interests in the boat. He himself didn't have much care for it, there wasn't much that could be on the ship that would affect him.
Upon seeing the sigil though, that attitude changed. The implications of who or what could have been on that ship had the potential to send shock waves through the nation and its people. The crowd had fallen silent as everyone took in the sight of the ship as it began to be hauled out of the water in its entirety. He stepped forward immediately and pushed aside one of the workers who had been hauling, he looked lean and like he hadn't been much help to start with. He knew that a well rested and more physically fit Captain would be more help pulling the ship up than an overworked and skinny worker would be.
The Captain had begun pulling on the chain only a few seconds before he heard Timaeus shout some where from the back of the crowd. He kept hauling, putting his years of working on his strength and endurance to the test. Manual labour was one of the things that he was best at, aside from combat, and especially when what was on the other end of that chain held so much weight on so many people.
Unsurprisingly for Maleos, Timaeus was there on the chain beside him, hauling away. With his title, he should not have been doing the work, but he knew his friend and knew that he would not stand idly by after seeing the ship. He kept hauling with all his strength as able bodied men from the crowd began to step forward and help the effort. He imagined they were suddenly spurred to action by the command and leadership of those of noble blood who joined in.
Maleos wanted to talk to Timaeus, to figure out what the next step they needed to do was, but there wasn't much time for talking, and besides that, words may be difficult with the strain of hauling the ship from its watery resting place. He could already feel his muscles begin to tire from the immense weight of what they were hauling.
Maleos stood silently and watched as the workers slowly and steadily hauled the vessel from the water. No one approached him, he assumed that Timaeus would be tied up with discussions with the other nobles that were sure to be waiting for the ships identity to be revealed. His men were not there, they had been left back home to continue their drills and await commands from Maleos. There did not seem to be anyone else who knew or was interested in speaking with the military Captain, and he was okay with that. The noise of the chatter grew as the ship came closer and closer to breaching the surface. Everyone was getting anxious, most of the common folk were there just for something to do, and to collect some gossip. The more noble houses were there to see how invested they should be in learning the fate of the ship. Maleos was there for Timaeus mostly, and his interests in the boat. He himself didn't have much care for it, there wasn't much that could be on the ship that would affect him.
Upon seeing the sigil though, that attitude changed. The implications of who or what could have been on that ship had the potential to send shock waves through the nation and its people. The crowd had fallen silent as everyone took in the sight of the ship as it began to be hauled out of the water in its entirety. He stepped forward immediately and pushed aside one of the workers who had been hauling, he looked lean and like he hadn't been much help to start with. He knew that a well rested and more physically fit Captain would be more help pulling the ship up than an overworked and skinny worker would be.
The Captain had begun pulling on the chain only a few seconds before he heard Timaeus shout some where from the back of the crowd. He kept hauling, putting his years of working on his strength and endurance to the test. Manual labour was one of the things that he was best at, aside from combat, and especially when what was on the other end of that chain held so much weight on so many people.
Unsurprisingly for Maleos, Timaeus was there on the chain beside him, hauling away. With his title, he should not have been doing the work, but he knew his friend and knew that he would not stand idly by after seeing the ship. He kept hauling with all his strength as able bodied men from the crowd began to step forward and help the effort. He imagined they were suddenly spurred to action by the command and leadership of those of noble blood who joined in.
Maleos wanted to talk to Timaeus, to figure out what the next step they needed to do was, but there wasn't much time for talking, and besides that, words may be difficult with the strain of hauling the ship from its watery resting place. He could already feel his muscles begin to tire from the immense weight of what they were hauling.
From up on the cliffside, Babis and the other boys couldn’t see the telltale bear carved into the front of the ship as it rose from the water. What they could see though, was the sheer chaos that was unleashed from the discovery that this ship was a Kotas' vessel. As the boy’s chatter turned from relating why their parents had all let them come to excited chatter about what could be on the ship, they had almost nearly missed the ship itself breaching the waves for the first time in gods know when. In fact, if the crowd below hadn’t had such a visceral reaction to the sight of that bear, the boys would have missed it completely.
At the sound of a horse braying as well as the collective gasp of the crowd, Babis turned to the beach just in time to see dozens of men rush forward to the chain hauling the ship. One man was even tossed out of the way. His face lit up with curiosity, not understanding that this change in the crowd wasn’t one of equal excitement, but out of fear for who was on this ship. He watched it all happen with a large grin on his face, unaware of the serious ramifications of what was happening down below.
The guards with the boys, however, understood perfectly and tried to usher all three of them away from the cliff edge so they wouldn’t have to see the horror of what was happening. Aras and Dion, being significantly less stubborn than their oblivious counterpart followed them without question. It was easier to move them away too, as Babis had been the boy to wander the closest to the cliffside. Turning at the flurry of movement behind him as these armed men tried to secure the prince who was almost certainly one heartbeat closer to being King of all of Colchis, Babis realized that he was soon about to be moved further away from the ship and possibly out of sight.
His face screwed up in anger at the thought of this. He had spent too long begging his parents to let him come. There was no way that he was going to miss the ship coming out of the waves! Why that was very simply the best part.
So, when one of the guards for Dion made their way to the young Lord, Babis did what he knew best and he ran from him. Leaving his twin and friend behind, he weaved in and out between the numerous carriages on the hillside, attempting to put as much distance between himself and this guard as his well-trained feet could manage. Luckily, for him, all those hours racing through the streets of Midas came in handy. Very quickly, the young boy lost the hired protection and only skidded to a stop when he heard another voice call his pursuer back with a shout of, “Let him go! The prince is our responsibility, not him!”
Grinning wildly to himself, Babis peered over the cliffside to see where the other guard had finally given up the chase. To his sheer delight, he discovered that although he was still stuck on the hill, he was on the other side of the ship, providing a new view for all the action. For a moment, Babis was content to see the men work, practically giggling at the site of all the noblemen hauling the ship out of the water like common laborers. He could barely keep it together when he realized that one of the men below was Zanon, Dion’s Father and the last man that Babis would ever expect to haul a ship from out of the water.
Wow, the boy silently thought to himself as he regarded the scene only now starting to realize that something serious was going on, but was still too far away to see the sigil clearly, They must all really want what’s on this ship.
In an attempt to rationalize the chaos he was witnessing, his mind flashed back to one of the things that Grandpa Harith had told him during the countless times he had pestered the man before Babis had learned that he could go and see the ship being raised himself; whoever was on the ship first might be able to claim the treasure inside. Being unable to understand that not only was this not the case, but the men were working in order to discover if there was a body on board, Babis believed this to be the only reason why Zanon and Timaeus and other noblemen were trying to raise the ship quickly was so that they could climb aboard.
This presented a bit of a problem for the young boy as he wanted to be the first one aboard. After all, wasn’t what he had been daydreaming about for a week? He wanted to be the one to find the treasure. He wanted the adventure of it all. These old men wouldn’t find it as fun as he would. It would just be so unfair if they got it and not him.
From his perch, he noticed how large piles of supplies blocked parts of the beach from view. Instantly, a plan formed in this young troublemaker’s mind. He wanted to be the first one to the treasure and only the gods were going to be able to stop him from getting it.
Having no regard for the state of his fancy outfit, Babis crept to the edge of the hillside and dropped to the ground. Quickly, he curled up into a ball and barrelled down the hill, trusting that the tall grasses would cover him as he made his way down to the beach. It wasn’t a smart idea as loose stones scratched at his skin, opening up little cuts and leaving bruises that would take days to heal. However, it was much faster and far more fun than just simply walking.
After skidding to a stop, Babis quickly scurried behind a large stone so that he would remain out of sight of the adults as the dizzy boy regained his bearings. He was now filthy, covered in bits of loose grass and dirt to accompany his now torn clothes, but since he was now only a few hundred yards away from the ship, it clearly had been worth it.
Keeping low to the ground and out of sight as best as he could, the boy moved to hide behind rocks, chains, and piles of driftwood, all covering his path from the hillside to the ship. Most people weren’t paying much attention to him anyway as they were all focused on the other side of the ship. So, in almost no time at all, he found himself at the edge of the water with almost no one spotting him. He could see that as the men pulled, a rope ladder was beginning to rise out of the waves along the side of the ship.
Perfect.
With no hesitation, the boy across the open beach and towards the rope ladder, now in clear sight of anyone at the chains who was looking at the ship. A few shouts came from those hauling the ship, but there was nothing they could do as the boy was already scrambling up the ladder and onto the ship. In the span of a few seconds, he had gone from hiding behind some wood, climbing up the ladder, to landing his feet on the deck.
Not bad for a twelve-year-old.
Grinning wildly as a laugh of excitement left his lips, as soon as he was on the ship, he tried to make his way towards the entrance of the hold, the layout of the ship tugging at his memory as he had also snuck onto a similar ship nearly six years prior. However, before he could take another step, he was brought to his knees by the movement of the men hauling the ship.
As his balance was lost, Babis began to roll towards the end of the ship, where part of it was still hidden underneath the waves. Sensing for the first time how dangerous this idea had been, the young boy scrambled for a handhold of some kind. It took him a terrifying moment for his fingers to latch onto the open framework of the hatch that allowed for fresh air to invade the hold of the vessel. He clutched to it for dear life, stomach lurching all the while as he waited for the rest of the ship to rise out of the water so the movement would stop and he could move again.
In the meantime, all he could do was try to peer through the hatch and see if he could see the glimmer of the treasure he dreamed about, still unknowing of the horror that may lay inside and how it would
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From up on the cliffside, Babis and the other boys couldn’t see the telltale bear carved into the front of the ship as it rose from the water. What they could see though, was the sheer chaos that was unleashed from the discovery that this ship was a Kotas' vessel. As the boy’s chatter turned from relating why their parents had all let them come to excited chatter about what could be on the ship, they had almost nearly missed the ship itself breaching the waves for the first time in gods know when. In fact, if the crowd below hadn’t had such a visceral reaction to the sight of that bear, the boys would have missed it completely.
At the sound of a horse braying as well as the collective gasp of the crowd, Babis turned to the beach just in time to see dozens of men rush forward to the chain hauling the ship. One man was even tossed out of the way. His face lit up with curiosity, not understanding that this change in the crowd wasn’t one of equal excitement, but out of fear for who was on this ship. He watched it all happen with a large grin on his face, unaware of the serious ramifications of what was happening down below.
The guards with the boys, however, understood perfectly and tried to usher all three of them away from the cliff edge so they wouldn’t have to see the horror of what was happening. Aras and Dion, being significantly less stubborn than their oblivious counterpart followed them without question. It was easier to move them away too, as Babis had been the boy to wander the closest to the cliffside. Turning at the flurry of movement behind him as these armed men tried to secure the prince who was almost certainly one heartbeat closer to being King of all of Colchis, Babis realized that he was soon about to be moved further away from the ship and possibly out of sight.
His face screwed up in anger at the thought of this. He had spent too long begging his parents to let him come. There was no way that he was going to miss the ship coming out of the waves! Why that was very simply the best part.
So, when one of the guards for Dion made their way to the young Lord, Babis did what he knew best and he ran from him. Leaving his twin and friend behind, he weaved in and out between the numerous carriages on the hillside, attempting to put as much distance between himself and this guard as his well-trained feet could manage. Luckily, for him, all those hours racing through the streets of Midas came in handy. Very quickly, the young boy lost the hired protection and only skidded to a stop when he heard another voice call his pursuer back with a shout of, “Let him go! The prince is our responsibility, not him!”
Grinning wildly to himself, Babis peered over the cliffside to see where the other guard had finally given up the chase. To his sheer delight, he discovered that although he was still stuck on the hill, he was on the other side of the ship, providing a new view for all the action. For a moment, Babis was content to see the men work, practically giggling at the site of all the noblemen hauling the ship out of the water like common laborers. He could barely keep it together when he realized that one of the men below was Zanon, Dion’s Father and the last man that Babis would ever expect to haul a ship from out of the water.
Wow, the boy silently thought to himself as he regarded the scene only now starting to realize that something serious was going on, but was still too far away to see the sigil clearly, They must all really want what’s on this ship.
In an attempt to rationalize the chaos he was witnessing, his mind flashed back to one of the things that Grandpa Harith had told him during the countless times he had pestered the man before Babis had learned that he could go and see the ship being raised himself; whoever was on the ship first might be able to claim the treasure inside. Being unable to understand that not only was this not the case, but the men were working in order to discover if there was a body on board, Babis believed this to be the only reason why Zanon and Timaeus and other noblemen were trying to raise the ship quickly was so that they could climb aboard.
This presented a bit of a problem for the young boy as he wanted to be the first one aboard. After all, wasn’t what he had been daydreaming about for a week? He wanted to be the one to find the treasure. He wanted the adventure of it all. These old men wouldn’t find it as fun as he would. It would just be so unfair if they got it and not him.
From his perch, he noticed how large piles of supplies blocked parts of the beach from view. Instantly, a plan formed in this young troublemaker’s mind. He wanted to be the first one to the treasure and only the gods were going to be able to stop him from getting it.
Having no regard for the state of his fancy outfit, Babis crept to the edge of the hillside and dropped to the ground. Quickly, he curled up into a ball and barrelled down the hill, trusting that the tall grasses would cover him as he made his way down to the beach. It wasn’t a smart idea as loose stones scratched at his skin, opening up little cuts and leaving bruises that would take days to heal. However, it was much faster and far more fun than just simply walking.
After skidding to a stop, Babis quickly scurried behind a large stone so that he would remain out of sight of the adults as the dizzy boy regained his bearings. He was now filthy, covered in bits of loose grass and dirt to accompany his now torn clothes, but since he was now only a few hundred yards away from the ship, it clearly had been worth it.
Keeping low to the ground and out of sight as best as he could, the boy moved to hide behind rocks, chains, and piles of driftwood, all covering his path from the hillside to the ship. Most people weren’t paying much attention to him anyway as they were all focused on the other side of the ship. So, in almost no time at all, he found himself at the edge of the water with almost no one spotting him. He could see that as the men pulled, a rope ladder was beginning to rise out of the waves along the side of the ship.
Perfect.
With no hesitation, the boy across the open beach and towards the rope ladder, now in clear sight of anyone at the chains who was looking at the ship. A few shouts came from those hauling the ship, but there was nothing they could do as the boy was already scrambling up the ladder and onto the ship. In the span of a few seconds, he had gone from hiding behind some wood, climbing up the ladder, to landing his feet on the deck.
Not bad for a twelve-year-old.
Grinning wildly as a laugh of excitement left his lips, as soon as he was on the ship, he tried to make his way towards the entrance of the hold, the layout of the ship tugging at his memory as he had also snuck onto a similar ship nearly six years prior. However, before he could take another step, he was brought to his knees by the movement of the men hauling the ship.
As his balance was lost, Babis began to roll towards the end of the ship, where part of it was still hidden underneath the waves. Sensing for the first time how dangerous this idea had been, the young boy scrambled for a handhold of some kind. It took him a terrifying moment for his fingers to latch onto the open framework of the hatch that allowed for fresh air to invade the hold of the vessel. He clutched to it for dear life, stomach lurching all the while as he waited for the rest of the ship to rise out of the water so the movement would stop and he could move again.
In the meantime, all he could do was try to peer through the hatch and see if he could see the glimmer of the treasure he dreamed about, still unknowing of the horror that may lay inside and how it would
From up on the cliffside, Babis and the other boys couldn’t see the telltale bear carved into the front of the ship as it rose from the water. What they could see though, was the sheer chaos that was unleashed from the discovery that this ship was a Kotas' vessel. As the boy’s chatter turned from relating why their parents had all let them come to excited chatter about what could be on the ship, they had almost nearly missed the ship itself breaching the waves for the first time in gods know when. In fact, if the crowd below hadn’t had such a visceral reaction to the sight of that bear, the boys would have missed it completely.
At the sound of a horse braying as well as the collective gasp of the crowd, Babis turned to the beach just in time to see dozens of men rush forward to the chain hauling the ship. One man was even tossed out of the way. His face lit up with curiosity, not understanding that this change in the crowd wasn’t one of equal excitement, but out of fear for who was on this ship. He watched it all happen with a large grin on his face, unaware of the serious ramifications of what was happening down below.
The guards with the boys, however, understood perfectly and tried to usher all three of them away from the cliff edge so they wouldn’t have to see the horror of what was happening. Aras and Dion, being significantly less stubborn than their oblivious counterpart followed them without question. It was easier to move them away too, as Babis had been the boy to wander the closest to the cliffside. Turning at the flurry of movement behind him as these armed men tried to secure the prince who was almost certainly one heartbeat closer to being King of all of Colchis, Babis realized that he was soon about to be moved further away from the ship and possibly out of sight.
His face screwed up in anger at the thought of this. He had spent too long begging his parents to let him come. There was no way that he was going to miss the ship coming out of the waves! Why that was very simply the best part.
So, when one of the guards for Dion made their way to the young Lord, Babis did what he knew best and he ran from him. Leaving his twin and friend behind, he weaved in and out between the numerous carriages on the hillside, attempting to put as much distance between himself and this guard as his well-trained feet could manage. Luckily, for him, all those hours racing through the streets of Midas came in handy. Very quickly, the young boy lost the hired protection and only skidded to a stop when he heard another voice call his pursuer back with a shout of, “Let him go! The prince is our responsibility, not him!”
Grinning wildly to himself, Babis peered over the cliffside to see where the other guard had finally given up the chase. To his sheer delight, he discovered that although he was still stuck on the hill, he was on the other side of the ship, providing a new view for all the action. For a moment, Babis was content to see the men work, practically giggling at the site of all the noblemen hauling the ship out of the water like common laborers. He could barely keep it together when he realized that one of the men below was Zanon, Dion’s Father and the last man that Babis would ever expect to haul a ship from out of the water.
Wow, the boy silently thought to himself as he regarded the scene only now starting to realize that something serious was going on, but was still too far away to see the sigil clearly, They must all really want what’s on this ship.
In an attempt to rationalize the chaos he was witnessing, his mind flashed back to one of the things that Grandpa Harith had told him during the countless times he had pestered the man before Babis had learned that he could go and see the ship being raised himself; whoever was on the ship first might be able to claim the treasure inside. Being unable to understand that not only was this not the case, but the men were working in order to discover if there was a body on board, Babis believed this to be the only reason why Zanon and Timaeus and other noblemen were trying to raise the ship quickly was so that they could climb aboard.
This presented a bit of a problem for the young boy as he wanted to be the first one aboard. After all, wasn’t what he had been daydreaming about for a week? He wanted to be the one to find the treasure. He wanted the adventure of it all. These old men wouldn’t find it as fun as he would. It would just be so unfair if they got it and not him.
From his perch, he noticed how large piles of supplies blocked parts of the beach from view. Instantly, a plan formed in this young troublemaker’s mind. He wanted to be the first one to the treasure and only the gods were going to be able to stop him from getting it.
Having no regard for the state of his fancy outfit, Babis crept to the edge of the hillside and dropped to the ground. Quickly, he curled up into a ball and barrelled down the hill, trusting that the tall grasses would cover him as he made his way down to the beach. It wasn’t a smart idea as loose stones scratched at his skin, opening up little cuts and leaving bruises that would take days to heal. However, it was much faster and far more fun than just simply walking.
After skidding to a stop, Babis quickly scurried behind a large stone so that he would remain out of sight of the adults as the dizzy boy regained his bearings. He was now filthy, covered in bits of loose grass and dirt to accompany his now torn clothes, but since he was now only a few hundred yards away from the ship, it clearly had been worth it.
Keeping low to the ground and out of sight as best as he could, the boy moved to hide behind rocks, chains, and piles of driftwood, all covering his path from the hillside to the ship. Most people weren’t paying much attention to him anyway as they were all focused on the other side of the ship. So, in almost no time at all, he found himself at the edge of the water with almost no one spotting him. He could see that as the men pulled, a rope ladder was beginning to rise out of the waves along the side of the ship.
Perfect.
With no hesitation, the boy across the open beach and towards the rope ladder, now in clear sight of anyone at the chains who was looking at the ship. A few shouts came from those hauling the ship, but there was nothing they could do as the boy was already scrambling up the ladder and onto the ship. In the span of a few seconds, he had gone from hiding behind some wood, climbing up the ladder, to landing his feet on the deck.
Not bad for a twelve-year-old.
Grinning wildly as a laugh of excitement left his lips, as soon as he was on the ship, he tried to make his way towards the entrance of the hold, the layout of the ship tugging at his memory as he had also snuck onto a similar ship nearly six years prior. However, before he could take another step, he was brought to his knees by the movement of the men hauling the ship.
As his balance was lost, Babis began to roll towards the end of the ship, where part of it was still hidden underneath the waves. Sensing for the first time how dangerous this idea had been, the young boy scrambled for a handhold of some kind. It took him a terrifying moment for his fingers to latch onto the open framework of the hatch that allowed for fresh air to invade the hold of the vessel. He clutched to it for dear life, stomach lurching all the while as he waited for the rest of the ship to rise out of the water so the movement would stop and he could move again.
In the meantime, all he could do was try to peer through the hatch and see if he could see the glimmer of the treasure he dreamed about, still unknowing of the horror that may lay inside and how it would
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As the men heave and the waves part, the body of the ship is pulled ashore. With each tug, the bow lifts higher and the work becomes harder as the sand and gravel pile around its lower belly. A few children move forward to explore, some climbing, others poking at the debris and seaweed clinging to the wooden exterior of the ship.
It is clear from the lack of crustacean and flora growth on the vessel that it has not been in the water that long. All fears that the Kotas ship would hold someone only recently at sea are now confirmed as the boat is brought almost entirely free of the water.
With its back end still submerged and its keel leaning in the sand at an odd angle, the vessel marked as belonging to the ruling House finally comes to land and an eerie calm falls over spectators as the labourers cease in their heaving. For a moment, no-one beyond the most explorative of children seem willing to go forwards and inspect the ship. Whilst all who have been at sea know that dead bodies float, the cabins and belly of the boat are sealed. Anyone who was in there at the time the vessel sank would still be buried inside.
Quickly, as if suddenly spurred into action, the labourers on the beach start to swarm the boat and inspect it for clues as to its origin and story. The mast of the vessel is severed almost in two and, upon closer inspection, the men find the broken off heads and shafts of arrows surrounded by sodden but charred wood. The murmurs and yells start to ripple out from the hull - like waves in the water - as its called out that the ship was attacked. That its sinking was no accident of poor sailing or harsh weather.
Several of the men step up and explore on board the vessel. It is not long before one of them recognises some of the cargo, the carvings on certain areas of its manufacture and a torn piece of flag pinned beneath fastened, waterlogged netting. One voice of a common dockworker rings out with all the volume and impact of a booming gong.
"It's the king's ship!"
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As the men heave and the waves part, the body of the ship is pulled ashore. With each tug, the bow lifts higher and the work becomes harder as the sand and gravel pile around its lower belly. A few children move forward to explore, some climbing, others poking at the debris and seaweed clinging to the wooden exterior of the ship.
It is clear from the lack of crustacean and flora growth on the vessel that it has not been in the water that long. All fears that the Kotas ship would hold someone only recently at sea are now confirmed as the boat is brought almost entirely free of the water.
With its back end still submerged and its keel leaning in the sand at an odd angle, the vessel marked as belonging to the ruling House finally comes to land and an eerie calm falls over spectators as the labourers cease in their heaving. For a moment, no-one beyond the most explorative of children seem willing to go forwards and inspect the ship. Whilst all who have been at sea know that dead bodies float, the cabins and belly of the boat are sealed. Anyone who was in there at the time the vessel sank would still be buried inside.
Quickly, as if suddenly spurred into action, the labourers on the beach start to swarm the boat and inspect it for clues as to its origin and story. The mast of the vessel is severed almost in two and, upon closer inspection, the men find the broken off heads and shafts of arrows surrounded by sodden but charred wood. The murmurs and yells start to ripple out from the hull - like waves in the water - as its called out that the ship was attacked. That its sinking was no accident of poor sailing or harsh weather.
Several of the men step up and explore on board the vessel. It is not long before one of them recognises some of the cargo, the carvings on certain areas of its manufacture and a torn piece of flag pinned beneath fastened, waterlogged netting. One voice of a common dockworker rings out with all the volume and impact of a booming gong.
"It's the king's ship!"
Curveball Dead Men Tell No Tales
As the men heave and the waves part, the body of the ship is pulled ashore. With each tug, the bow lifts higher and the work becomes harder as the sand and gravel pile around its lower belly. A few children move forward to explore, some climbing, others poking at the debris and seaweed clinging to the wooden exterior of the ship.
It is clear from the lack of crustacean and flora growth on the vessel that it has not been in the water that long. All fears that the Kotas ship would hold someone only recently at sea are now confirmed as the boat is brought almost entirely free of the water.
With its back end still submerged and its keel leaning in the sand at an odd angle, the vessel marked as belonging to the ruling House finally comes to land and an eerie calm falls over spectators as the labourers cease in their heaving. For a moment, no-one beyond the most explorative of children seem willing to go forwards and inspect the ship. Whilst all who have been at sea know that dead bodies float, the cabins and belly of the boat are sealed. Anyone who was in there at the time the vessel sank would still be buried inside.
Quickly, as if suddenly spurred into action, the labourers on the beach start to swarm the boat and inspect it for clues as to its origin and story. The mast of the vessel is severed almost in two and, upon closer inspection, the men find the broken off heads and shafts of arrows surrounded by sodden but charred wood. The murmurs and yells start to ripple out from the hull - like waves in the water - as its called out that the ship was attacked. That its sinking was no accident of poor sailing or harsh weather.
Several of the men step up and explore on board the vessel. It is not long before one of them recognises some of the cargo, the carvings on certain areas of its manufacture and a torn piece of flag pinned beneath fastened, waterlogged netting. One voice of a common dockworker rings out with all the volume and impact of a booming gong.
"It's the king's ship!"
There were men who were asking for help, Maximus pushed aside the commonfolk in an attempt to get to the sailors. There were a lot of rumblings regarding the sunken ship mainly that it contained the Kotas family crest. The Kotas were a very rich family and Maximus over heard some people attempting to sneak past the guards so they can enter the wreckage. The solider shook his head, the ship was well guarded it would be better if they just volunteered to pull the ship. Good thing he didn't say it out loud, the last thing Maximus wanted was a theft due to his loose tongue.
Maximus approached the place where the nobles were residing and approached a sailor. "Excuse me sir," he said. "I am Maximus of Laconia, I am a soldier for the Fifth Phalanx I would like to volunteer to salvage the ship."
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There were men who were asking for help, Maximus pushed aside the commonfolk in an attempt to get to the sailors. There were a lot of rumblings regarding the sunken ship mainly that it contained the Kotas family crest. The Kotas were a very rich family and Maximus over heard some people attempting to sneak past the guards so they can enter the wreckage. The solider shook his head, the ship was well guarded it would be better if they just volunteered to pull the ship. Good thing he didn't say it out loud, the last thing Maximus wanted was a theft due to his loose tongue.
Maximus approached the place where the nobles were residing and approached a sailor. "Excuse me sir," he said. "I am Maximus of Laconia, I am a soldier for the Fifth Phalanx I would like to volunteer to salvage the ship."
There were men who were asking for help, Maximus pushed aside the commonfolk in an attempt to get to the sailors. There were a lot of rumblings regarding the sunken ship mainly that it contained the Kotas family crest. The Kotas were a very rich family and Maximus over heard some people attempting to sneak past the guards so they can enter the wreckage. The solider shook his head, the ship was well guarded it would be better if they just volunteered to pull the ship. Good thing he didn't say it out loud, the last thing Maximus wanted was a theft due to his loose tongue.
Maximus approached the place where the nobles were residing and approached a sailor. "Excuse me sir," he said. "I am Maximus of Laconia, I am a soldier for the Fifth Phalanx I would like to volunteer to salvage the ship."
Maleos heaved with all his strength, arms shaking from the exertion, he kept pulling even as his muscles started to burn and threaten to give up on him. He was not a quitter, he never had been and he never would be. It felt like years before the ship was finally out of the water, and the silence was deafening as everyone stared but no one made a move. Maleos was among the first to step forward and inspect the vessel, knowing that it would not be pleasant if bodies were found sealed inside the ship, but it would not be the first or last time he saw a body, waterlogged or otherwise. It was part of the job and he had grown immune to it, though he remembered the first time he watched someone die, and the first time he was the cause of such a thing.
He spotted the arrows, grabbing one that was relatively in tact, he tucked it in the small leather pouch that was on his belt. He would look into its origins later, perhaps he could piece together what may have happened, in case he could not, he did not wish anyone to know he had it. He did not want the embarrassment of failing at coming up with any information on the potential attackers of the King's ship.
He climbed aboard the ship, mind set on nothing but revealing the nature of the ship and what chaos it may bring upon the lands. It was soon discovered, the ship was that of the King, and panicked whispers began to ripple through the crowd. Maleos pushed back his own thoughts, it wouldn't do him any good to get lost in them now, they would need all the hands they could get to get into the ship, to see if there were bodies below. The Captain would be there to help in what ever way he was needed, his muscles screamed at him already, but he did not let it slow him down as he gave aid to the effort of recovering what they could. He would pay for it later, he knew that the aches would set in once he stopped for a moment, but he didn't mind them so much. The aches and pains of a hard days work meant he had done something worthwhile, and it was something he was no stranger to. He almost welcomed them.
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Maleos heaved with all his strength, arms shaking from the exertion, he kept pulling even as his muscles started to burn and threaten to give up on him. He was not a quitter, he never had been and he never would be. It felt like years before the ship was finally out of the water, and the silence was deafening as everyone stared but no one made a move. Maleos was among the first to step forward and inspect the vessel, knowing that it would not be pleasant if bodies were found sealed inside the ship, but it would not be the first or last time he saw a body, waterlogged or otherwise. It was part of the job and he had grown immune to it, though he remembered the first time he watched someone die, and the first time he was the cause of such a thing.
He spotted the arrows, grabbing one that was relatively in tact, he tucked it in the small leather pouch that was on his belt. He would look into its origins later, perhaps he could piece together what may have happened, in case he could not, he did not wish anyone to know he had it. He did not want the embarrassment of failing at coming up with any information on the potential attackers of the King's ship.
He climbed aboard the ship, mind set on nothing but revealing the nature of the ship and what chaos it may bring upon the lands. It was soon discovered, the ship was that of the King, and panicked whispers began to ripple through the crowd. Maleos pushed back his own thoughts, it wouldn't do him any good to get lost in them now, they would need all the hands they could get to get into the ship, to see if there were bodies below. The Captain would be there to help in what ever way he was needed, his muscles screamed at him already, but he did not let it slow him down as he gave aid to the effort of recovering what they could. He would pay for it later, he knew that the aches would set in once he stopped for a moment, but he didn't mind them so much. The aches and pains of a hard days work meant he had done something worthwhile, and it was something he was no stranger to. He almost welcomed them.
Maleos heaved with all his strength, arms shaking from the exertion, he kept pulling even as his muscles started to burn and threaten to give up on him. He was not a quitter, he never had been and he never would be. It felt like years before the ship was finally out of the water, and the silence was deafening as everyone stared but no one made a move. Maleos was among the first to step forward and inspect the vessel, knowing that it would not be pleasant if bodies were found sealed inside the ship, but it would not be the first or last time he saw a body, waterlogged or otherwise. It was part of the job and he had grown immune to it, though he remembered the first time he watched someone die, and the first time he was the cause of such a thing.
He spotted the arrows, grabbing one that was relatively in tact, he tucked it in the small leather pouch that was on his belt. He would look into its origins later, perhaps he could piece together what may have happened, in case he could not, he did not wish anyone to know he had it. He did not want the embarrassment of failing at coming up with any information on the potential attackers of the King's ship.
He climbed aboard the ship, mind set on nothing but revealing the nature of the ship and what chaos it may bring upon the lands. It was soon discovered, the ship was that of the King, and panicked whispers began to ripple through the crowd. Maleos pushed back his own thoughts, it wouldn't do him any good to get lost in them now, they would need all the hands they could get to get into the ship, to see if there were bodies below. The Captain would be there to help in what ever way he was needed, his muscles screamed at him already, but he did not let it slow him down as he gave aid to the effort of recovering what they could. He would pay for it later, he knew that the aches would set in once he stopped for a moment, but he didn't mind them so much. The aches and pains of a hard days work meant he had done something worthwhile, and it was something he was no stranger to. He almost welcomed them.
His family crest was upon the ship's bow. The bear reared up out of the water and Zanon tugged with all of his might along with the other men as they tried to haul it to shore and see what horrors awaited them. Arrows stuck out of the sides and he felt his eyes stinging, from the salt and sand of the sea he was sure. If it was his father's ship, he became crown prince, his son next in line to the throne, and his father was lost forever. If it was Vangelis' ship, not only was his brother gone but he was the crown prince with no hope of anyone coming between him and the throne. If it was his brother, then their sister, and their cousin were both lost to them as well. It was impossible to hope for either one, and yet he dreaded both equally.
The cry that went up had him letting go of the ropes, taking a few steps back as others filed in to fill the void. He couldn't show weakness right now, the knowledge that it was his father's ship meant that there was still hope for Vangelis and Imeeya and Athanasia. But unless by some miracle of Poseidon, his father was gone, and Vangelis would be king when he landed. He was crown prince now, and his son would follow behind him.
A cold fear mingled with the distraught sadness that had already been creeping in, and as he turned to see his wife surrounded by her Thanasi relatives, he couldn't breathe. Nethis would easily kill him as soon as breathing. Mihail and Dysius would follow suit. Thea was perhaps the closest thing he had to an ally in his wife's family, but she would no doubt stick to her siblings and family name. As soon as he got close to the crown, they would kill him. He'd always known, but had hoped there was plenty of time and a bountiful family of Vangelis' children between himself and that eventuality. Dion was the Thanasi heir, and he loved his mother's family. He would be under their thumb if ever he took the throne.
Sinking to his knees before he realized it, Zanon looked out at the ship as it slowly came ashore, people finally abandoning ropes as it came to rest on the beach. There were no visible corpses, but the way things worked, the drills and plans that he had been part of learning his whole life meant in a scenario like this, they would all be in the hold if they had managed to stay aboard. He prayed now to Poseidon and Hades more fervently than he ever had in his life. Begging them to be merciful, to have spared his family, and if one had taken them, asked that the god of the underworld might ferry and keep them safe. All he could do now was wait.
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His family crest was upon the ship's bow. The bear reared up out of the water and Zanon tugged with all of his might along with the other men as they tried to haul it to shore and see what horrors awaited them. Arrows stuck out of the sides and he felt his eyes stinging, from the salt and sand of the sea he was sure. If it was his father's ship, he became crown prince, his son next in line to the throne, and his father was lost forever. If it was Vangelis' ship, not only was his brother gone but he was the crown prince with no hope of anyone coming between him and the throne. If it was his brother, then their sister, and their cousin were both lost to them as well. It was impossible to hope for either one, and yet he dreaded both equally.
The cry that went up had him letting go of the ropes, taking a few steps back as others filed in to fill the void. He couldn't show weakness right now, the knowledge that it was his father's ship meant that there was still hope for Vangelis and Imeeya and Athanasia. But unless by some miracle of Poseidon, his father was gone, and Vangelis would be king when he landed. He was crown prince now, and his son would follow behind him.
A cold fear mingled with the distraught sadness that had already been creeping in, and as he turned to see his wife surrounded by her Thanasi relatives, he couldn't breathe. Nethis would easily kill him as soon as breathing. Mihail and Dysius would follow suit. Thea was perhaps the closest thing he had to an ally in his wife's family, but she would no doubt stick to her siblings and family name. As soon as he got close to the crown, they would kill him. He'd always known, but had hoped there was plenty of time and a bountiful family of Vangelis' children between himself and that eventuality. Dion was the Thanasi heir, and he loved his mother's family. He would be under their thumb if ever he took the throne.
Sinking to his knees before he realized it, Zanon looked out at the ship as it slowly came ashore, people finally abandoning ropes as it came to rest on the beach. There were no visible corpses, but the way things worked, the drills and plans that he had been part of learning his whole life meant in a scenario like this, they would all be in the hold if they had managed to stay aboard. He prayed now to Poseidon and Hades more fervently than he ever had in his life. Begging them to be merciful, to have spared his family, and if one had taken them, asked that the god of the underworld might ferry and keep them safe. All he could do now was wait.
His family crest was upon the ship's bow. The bear reared up out of the water and Zanon tugged with all of his might along with the other men as they tried to haul it to shore and see what horrors awaited them. Arrows stuck out of the sides and he felt his eyes stinging, from the salt and sand of the sea he was sure. If it was his father's ship, he became crown prince, his son next in line to the throne, and his father was lost forever. If it was Vangelis' ship, not only was his brother gone but he was the crown prince with no hope of anyone coming between him and the throne. If it was his brother, then their sister, and their cousin were both lost to them as well. It was impossible to hope for either one, and yet he dreaded both equally.
The cry that went up had him letting go of the ropes, taking a few steps back as others filed in to fill the void. He couldn't show weakness right now, the knowledge that it was his father's ship meant that there was still hope for Vangelis and Imeeya and Athanasia. But unless by some miracle of Poseidon, his father was gone, and Vangelis would be king when he landed. He was crown prince now, and his son would follow behind him.
A cold fear mingled with the distraught sadness that had already been creeping in, and as he turned to see his wife surrounded by her Thanasi relatives, he couldn't breathe. Nethis would easily kill him as soon as breathing. Mihail and Dysius would follow suit. Thea was perhaps the closest thing he had to an ally in his wife's family, but she would no doubt stick to her siblings and family name. As soon as he got close to the crown, they would kill him. He'd always known, but had hoped there was plenty of time and a bountiful family of Vangelis' children between himself and that eventuality. Dion was the Thanasi heir, and he loved his mother's family. He would be under their thumb if ever he took the throne.
Sinking to his knees before he realized it, Zanon looked out at the ship as it slowly came ashore, people finally abandoning ropes as it came to rest on the beach. There were no visible corpses, but the way things worked, the drills and plans that he had been part of learning his whole life meant in a scenario like this, they would all be in the hold if they had managed to stay aboard. He prayed now to Poseidon and Hades more fervently than he ever had in his life. Begging them to be merciful, to have spared his family, and if one had taken them, asked that the god of the underworld might ferry and keep them safe. All he could do now was wait.
Curveball Dead Men Tell No Tales
As soldiers and Colchians alike scramble over the ship in order to seek further knowledge on what had happened to both the vessel and its crew new shouts and calls were made. There was no hope of keeping any of the discoveries private, hidden in politics and courtly gossip. The revelation of the ship was too public, too obvious. Whatever the discoveries here were, the entire populace of Colchis would know soon enough...
"Have the cargo is gone!"
"There are burn marks over here!"
"This ship was attacked! - Someone attacked our king!"
"I smell death. There are bodies in here somewhere..."
The calls went up and about between men, their words informative and determined as they searched the vessel, but also clinical and inconsiderate to those who were present that might have a personal stake in the discoveries onboard.
"I'm going down into the hull!" one man called.
What followed was a creaking sound of a hatch or door behind wrenched open against where the salty water had sealed it shut. A general noise of disgust came up over the labourers as a smell of salt-soaked decay came up through the open chasm.
"Get back, boy!" came a call from one man. "This is no place for you!"
Those on the seashore fell silent to listen to the shuffles and echoing thuds of a few grown men exploring the inner belly, before there was clearly a shout from within and a sailor moved to the edge of the ship, his knowledge of the world a little more than others, so he knew how to communicate his next words...
"Your Highness..." He called down to Prince Zanon where he knelt in the sand and gravel. "You need to see this, my Lord." His words were accompanied by a beckoning hand and a severe expression on his face.
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As soldiers and Colchians alike scramble over the ship in order to seek further knowledge on what had happened to both the vessel and its crew new shouts and calls were made. There was no hope of keeping any of the discoveries private, hidden in politics and courtly gossip. The revelation of the ship was too public, too obvious. Whatever the discoveries here were, the entire populace of Colchis would know soon enough...
"Have the cargo is gone!"
"There are burn marks over here!"
"This ship was attacked! - Someone attacked our king!"
"I smell death. There are bodies in here somewhere..."
The calls went up and about between men, their words informative and determined as they searched the vessel, but also clinical and inconsiderate to those who were present that might have a personal stake in the discoveries onboard.
"I'm going down into the hull!" one man called.
What followed was a creaking sound of a hatch or door behind wrenched open against where the salty water had sealed it shut. A general noise of disgust came up over the labourers as a smell of salt-soaked decay came up through the open chasm.
"Get back, boy!" came a call from one man. "This is no place for you!"
Those on the seashore fell silent to listen to the shuffles and echoing thuds of a few grown men exploring the inner belly, before there was clearly a shout from within and a sailor moved to the edge of the ship, his knowledge of the world a little more than others, so he knew how to communicate his next words...
"Your Highness..." He called down to Prince Zanon where he knelt in the sand and gravel. "You need to see this, my Lord." His words were accompanied by a beckoning hand and a severe expression on his face.
Curveball Dead Men Tell No Tales
As soldiers and Colchians alike scramble over the ship in order to seek further knowledge on what had happened to both the vessel and its crew new shouts and calls were made. There was no hope of keeping any of the discoveries private, hidden in politics and courtly gossip. The revelation of the ship was too public, too obvious. Whatever the discoveries here were, the entire populace of Colchis would know soon enough...
"Have the cargo is gone!"
"There are burn marks over here!"
"This ship was attacked! - Someone attacked our king!"
"I smell death. There are bodies in here somewhere..."
The calls went up and about between men, their words informative and determined as they searched the vessel, but also clinical and inconsiderate to those who were present that might have a personal stake in the discoveries onboard.
"I'm going down into the hull!" one man called.
What followed was a creaking sound of a hatch or door behind wrenched open against where the salty water had sealed it shut. A general noise of disgust came up over the labourers as a smell of salt-soaked decay came up through the open chasm.
"Get back, boy!" came a call from one man. "This is no place for you!"
Those on the seashore fell silent to listen to the shuffles and echoing thuds of a few grown men exploring the inner belly, before there was clearly a shout from within and a sailor moved to the edge of the ship, his knowledge of the world a little more than others, so he knew how to communicate his next words...
"Your Highness..." He called down to Prince Zanon where he knelt in the sand and gravel. "You need to see this, my Lord." His words were accompanied by a beckoning hand and a severe expression on his face.
Having flatly refused to be sent back to Eubocris again, the younger Valaoritis man had instead been maintaining a low profile in Midas. His social life had been harshly curtailed, but at least he had access to those things that made life bearable. He could be drunk or high at home just as easily as he could be out and about. The unexpected summons to Nethisa was almost thrilling in comparison though, and Silanos barely suppressed a groan at how tragic his life had become. So for Timaeus to drag him all the way out here and then bid him to stay within another set of walls? Not happening.
Of course, it was a Thanasi held province which made his brother all antsy, but for Silanos, it felt a damn sight more friendly that the Kotas ones. He was now able to add to his nightmares the sight of that slave being brutally murdered in his stead, and there was nothing like it to make one feel unwelcome. He had finally succumbed to snatching a few hours sleep after their arrival yesterday. Three and a half hours by his reckoning, before he had woken, sweat soaked and crying like a baby. He hated himself for it.
But it did mean that he felt a little easing of the brain fog, the crisp salt air managing to blow away the rest of the cobwebs, so Silanos felt almost spritely as he parked his horse with the others and wandered along the sand to where everyone had gathered. His gaze passed disinterestedly over most, until he caught the eye of a dark eyed girl, looking a little lost. By habit, Sil flashed her a smile and a wink, and had subtly diverted his course so he might pass by more closely, when he caught one of the murmurs passing between the men that had gathered, hoping for bounty.
It was a Kotas ship?. Abruptly, the young man stopped, but he was being carried forward by the crowd who suddenly rallied to a call...his brother’s call,. He could recognise Timaeus’ voice anywhere, particularly when it was yelling orders which seemed to be the grounding of much of their conversation these days. Jostled and jarred as men pushed past him to aid in recovering the vessel, Sil’s heart was thudding in his chest. He shouldn’t have come.
As those around him spread out and took a hand on the vast chains being used to haul the wrecked ship aground, the younger Lord Valaoritis found himself doing the same, if just to blend in. His distaste for the slimy wet metalwork under his hands was overshadowed though by the realisation that for once, he should have listened to his brother.
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Having flatly refused to be sent back to Eubocris again, the younger Valaoritis man had instead been maintaining a low profile in Midas. His social life had been harshly curtailed, but at least he had access to those things that made life bearable. He could be drunk or high at home just as easily as he could be out and about. The unexpected summons to Nethisa was almost thrilling in comparison though, and Silanos barely suppressed a groan at how tragic his life had become. So for Timaeus to drag him all the way out here and then bid him to stay within another set of walls? Not happening.
Of course, it was a Thanasi held province which made his brother all antsy, but for Silanos, it felt a damn sight more friendly that the Kotas ones. He was now able to add to his nightmares the sight of that slave being brutally murdered in his stead, and there was nothing like it to make one feel unwelcome. He had finally succumbed to snatching a few hours sleep after their arrival yesterday. Three and a half hours by his reckoning, before he had woken, sweat soaked and crying like a baby. He hated himself for it.
But it did mean that he felt a little easing of the brain fog, the crisp salt air managing to blow away the rest of the cobwebs, so Silanos felt almost spritely as he parked his horse with the others and wandered along the sand to where everyone had gathered. His gaze passed disinterestedly over most, until he caught the eye of a dark eyed girl, looking a little lost. By habit, Sil flashed her a smile and a wink, and had subtly diverted his course so he might pass by more closely, when he caught one of the murmurs passing between the men that had gathered, hoping for bounty.
It was a Kotas ship?. Abruptly, the young man stopped, but he was being carried forward by the crowd who suddenly rallied to a call...his brother’s call,. He could recognise Timaeus’ voice anywhere, particularly when it was yelling orders which seemed to be the grounding of much of their conversation these days. Jostled and jarred as men pushed past him to aid in recovering the vessel, Sil’s heart was thudding in his chest. He shouldn’t have come.
As those around him spread out and took a hand on the vast chains being used to haul the wrecked ship aground, the younger Lord Valaoritis found himself doing the same, if just to blend in. His distaste for the slimy wet metalwork under his hands was overshadowed though by the realisation that for once, he should have listened to his brother.
Having flatly refused to be sent back to Eubocris again, the younger Valaoritis man had instead been maintaining a low profile in Midas. His social life had been harshly curtailed, but at least he had access to those things that made life bearable. He could be drunk or high at home just as easily as he could be out and about. The unexpected summons to Nethisa was almost thrilling in comparison though, and Silanos barely suppressed a groan at how tragic his life had become. So for Timaeus to drag him all the way out here and then bid him to stay within another set of walls? Not happening.
Of course, it was a Thanasi held province which made his brother all antsy, but for Silanos, it felt a damn sight more friendly that the Kotas ones. He was now able to add to his nightmares the sight of that slave being brutally murdered in his stead, and there was nothing like it to make one feel unwelcome. He had finally succumbed to snatching a few hours sleep after their arrival yesterday. Three and a half hours by his reckoning, before he had woken, sweat soaked and crying like a baby. He hated himself for it.
But it did mean that he felt a little easing of the brain fog, the crisp salt air managing to blow away the rest of the cobwebs, so Silanos felt almost spritely as he parked his horse with the others and wandered along the sand to where everyone had gathered. His gaze passed disinterestedly over most, until he caught the eye of a dark eyed girl, looking a little lost. By habit, Sil flashed her a smile and a wink, and had subtly diverted his course so he might pass by more closely, when he caught one of the murmurs passing between the men that had gathered, hoping for bounty.
It was a Kotas ship?. Abruptly, the young man stopped, but he was being carried forward by the crowd who suddenly rallied to a call...his brother’s call,. He could recognise Timaeus’ voice anywhere, particularly when it was yelling orders which seemed to be the grounding of much of their conversation these days. Jostled and jarred as men pushed past him to aid in recovering the vessel, Sil’s heart was thudding in his chest. He shouldn’t have come.
As those around him spread out and took a hand on the vast chains being used to haul the wrecked ship aground, the younger Lord Valaoritis found himself doing the same, if just to blend in. His distaste for the slimy wet metalwork under his hands was overshadowed though by the realisation that for once, he should have listened to his brother.
He couldn't tell how long he spend on his knees in the sand, watching as the ship was pulled in, then boarded by several soldiers. He noted the boy, one of the twins luckily and not his own son, being reprimanded for being aboard, and simply stared at the bear on the side. No matter what was within the ship, his family's life was about to change drastically. A cry of his name caught his attention finally, and he turned his dark eyes up to look at the man who beckoned. They'd found something, something that required his notice. Something the only present Kotas direct family member could fulfill.
With a nod, he stood, moving stiffly towards the vessel as if drawn by the gods instead of in control of his own person, in a trance as he scaled the side of the boat with relative ease and accepted the hand of help of the man who had called him. The stench of water logged wood and salt surrounded him, but there was something else too that he recognized without needing to be told. The second prince had been to war, not as often as his father and elder brother, but he knew full well what a rotting corpse smelled like. His stomach turned only because of his own fear of who's body it might be, but the man who had called for him gripped his shoulder to help steady and guide him toward the hold.
"Hold the lights."
The stairs to the belly of the boat looked daunting, but the cry for light had the soldiers beneath the deck shining their torches and lanterns so the prince could descend without tumbling into the pit. Death surrounded him, the air thick with it but he did not cover his face, did not show any weakness aside from how pale his normally tan face appeared. Torchlight moved with him and shone now on the corpses, four of them that had clearly spent substantial time beneath the waves if the conditions were to be believed. Three wore familiar uniforms, the livery of bodyguards, and though he didn't recognize their bloated faces, he offered up a prayer to Hades to guide these three men to Elysium for their service and sacrifice. As he reached the fourth, his heart caught in his throat and he was very nearly sick where he was.
In life, the man laid out before him had been handsome, not so quick to laugh and smile as the rest of the family, but a constant and commanding presence, the sort that made all of those around him feel confident and at ease so long as they had nothing to hide. Zanon had never hoped to remember him this way, tried instead to steadfastly picture him as he had been in life, and took a sharp breath as he nodded, closing his eyes and gesturing for the helm to be removed if it was possible. With another prayer to Hades, he fought back the tears that would not be acceptable in such a public place. Instead he hardened his heart with a fury and suspicion. How convenient this had occurred on Thanasi lands. What arrows might have pierced the ship and taken it down so close to shore.
As the second prince emerged back out onto the deck, he gave swift and quiet instructions for the bodies to be removed from the ship and embalmed as best as possible. They would all be given a respectable and honorable burial back in the capitol, and he wished more than anything else that his brother was here now. He did not want this, had never wanted this. When he had descended into the depths of the ship, he had been a second prince, charged with being a counselor and constant adviser to the king. When he came back into the view of those on shore, he was the crown prince. Next in line to rule the country of Colchis, his son to follow after him. A hand presented him with the crown that had been attached to the helm, a halting apology that they hadn't been able to remove the full thing without causing further damage to the body. With a nod, Zanon took the crown and slowly lowered himself from the ship, reaching the shore without any sort of plan until his feet touched the sand.
They had to get back to Midas, and quickly. A letter had to be sent out so the others could return home quickly. And he had a coronation to plan.
"Timaeus. Come with me. We must return to the capitol and quickly, I need you and all loyal to us by my side. The king is dead. My brother's coronation must happen as soon as he lands from Taengea."
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He couldn't tell how long he spend on his knees in the sand, watching as the ship was pulled in, then boarded by several soldiers. He noted the boy, one of the twins luckily and not his own son, being reprimanded for being aboard, and simply stared at the bear on the side. No matter what was within the ship, his family's life was about to change drastically. A cry of his name caught his attention finally, and he turned his dark eyes up to look at the man who beckoned. They'd found something, something that required his notice. Something the only present Kotas direct family member could fulfill.
With a nod, he stood, moving stiffly towards the vessel as if drawn by the gods instead of in control of his own person, in a trance as he scaled the side of the boat with relative ease and accepted the hand of help of the man who had called him. The stench of water logged wood and salt surrounded him, but there was something else too that he recognized without needing to be told. The second prince had been to war, not as often as his father and elder brother, but he knew full well what a rotting corpse smelled like. His stomach turned only because of his own fear of who's body it might be, but the man who had called for him gripped his shoulder to help steady and guide him toward the hold.
"Hold the lights."
The stairs to the belly of the boat looked daunting, but the cry for light had the soldiers beneath the deck shining their torches and lanterns so the prince could descend without tumbling into the pit. Death surrounded him, the air thick with it but he did not cover his face, did not show any weakness aside from how pale his normally tan face appeared. Torchlight moved with him and shone now on the corpses, four of them that had clearly spent substantial time beneath the waves if the conditions were to be believed. Three wore familiar uniforms, the livery of bodyguards, and though he didn't recognize their bloated faces, he offered up a prayer to Hades to guide these three men to Elysium for their service and sacrifice. As he reached the fourth, his heart caught in his throat and he was very nearly sick where he was.
In life, the man laid out before him had been handsome, not so quick to laugh and smile as the rest of the family, but a constant and commanding presence, the sort that made all of those around him feel confident and at ease so long as they had nothing to hide. Zanon had never hoped to remember him this way, tried instead to steadfastly picture him as he had been in life, and took a sharp breath as he nodded, closing his eyes and gesturing for the helm to be removed if it was possible. With another prayer to Hades, he fought back the tears that would not be acceptable in such a public place. Instead he hardened his heart with a fury and suspicion. How convenient this had occurred on Thanasi lands. What arrows might have pierced the ship and taken it down so close to shore.
As the second prince emerged back out onto the deck, he gave swift and quiet instructions for the bodies to be removed from the ship and embalmed as best as possible. They would all be given a respectable and honorable burial back in the capitol, and he wished more than anything else that his brother was here now. He did not want this, had never wanted this. When he had descended into the depths of the ship, he had been a second prince, charged with being a counselor and constant adviser to the king. When he came back into the view of those on shore, he was the crown prince. Next in line to rule the country of Colchis, his son to follow after him. A hand presented him with the crown that had been attached to the helm, a halting apology that they hadn't been able to remove the full thing without causing further damage to the body. With a nod, Zanon took the crown and slowly lowered himself from the ship, reaching the shore without any sort of plan until his feet touched the sand.
They had to get back to Midas, and quickly. A letter had to be sent out so the others could return home quickly. And he had a coronation to plan.
"Timaeus. Come with me. We must return to the capitol and quickly, I need you and all loyal to us by my side. The king is dead. My brother's coronation must happen as soon as he lands from Taengea."
He couldn't tell how long he spend on his knees in the sand, watching as the ship was pulled in, then boarded by several soldiers. He noted the boy, one of the twins luckily and not his own son, being reprimanded for being aboard, and simply stared at the bear on the side. No matter what was within the ship, his family's life was about to change drastically. A cry of his name caught his attention finally, and he turned his dark eyes up to look at the man who beckoned. They'd found something, something that required his notice. Something the only present Kotas direct family member could fulfill.
With a nod, he stood, moving stiffly towards the vessel as if drawn by the gods instead of in control of his own person, in a trance as he scaled the side of the boat with relative ease and accepted the hand of help of the man who had called him. The stench of water logged wood and salt surrounded him, but there was something else too that he recognized without needing to be told. The second prince had been to war, not as often as his father and elder brother, but he knew full well what a rotting corpse smelled like. His stomach turned only because of his own fear of who's body it might be, but the man who had called for him gripped his shoulder to help steady and guide him toward the hold.
"Hold the lights."
The stairs to the belly of the boat looked daunting, but the cry for light had the soldiers beneath the deck shining their torches and lanterns so the prince could descend without tumbling into the pit. Death surrounded him, the air thick with it but he did not cover his face, did not show any weakness aside from how pale his normally tan face appeared. Torchlight moved with him and shone now on the corpses, four of them that had clearly spent substantial time beneath the waves if the conditions were to be believed. Three wore familiar uniforms, the livery of bodyguards, and though he didn't recognize their bloated faces, he offered up a prayer to Hades to guide these three men to Elysium for their service and sacrifice. As he reached the fourth, his heart caught in his throat and he was very nearly sick where he was.
In life, the man laid out before him had been handsome, not so quick to laugh and smile as the rest of the family, but a constant and commanding presence, the sort that made all of those around him feel confident and at ease so long as they had nothing to hide. Zanon had never hoped to remember him this way, tried instead to steadfastly picture him as he had been in life, and took a sharp breath as he nodded, closing his eyes and gesturing for the helm to be removed if it was possible. With another prayer to Hades, he fought back the tears that would not be acceptable in such a public place. Instead he hardened his heart with a fury and suspicion. How convenient this had occurred on Thanasi lands. What arrows might have pierced the ship and taken it down so close to shore.
As the second prince emerged back out onto the deck, he gave swift and quiet instructions for the bodies to be removed from the ship and embalmed as best as possible. They would all be given a respectable and honorable burial back in the capitol, and he wished more than anything else that his brother was here now. He did not want this, had never wanted this. When he had descended into the depths of the ship, he had been a second prince, charged with being a counselor and constant adviser to the king. When he came back into the view of those on shore, he was the crown prince. Next in line to rule the country of Colchis, his son to follow after him. A hand presented him with the crown that had been attached to the helm, a halting apology that they hadn't been able to remove the full thing without causing further damage to the body. With a nod, Zanon took the crown and slowly lowered himself from the ship, reaching the shore without any sort of plan until his feet touched the sand.
They had to get back to Midas, and quickly. A letter had to be sent out so the others could return home quickly. And he had a coronation to plan.
"Timaeus. Come with me. We must return to the capitol and quickly, I need you and all loyal to us by my side. The king is dead. My brother's coronation must happen as soon as he lands from Taengea."