Nine o' clock in the morning of June first

The river was high, from last nights storm. ClepSword had a stange pull towards the river, for relaxation and studies. Hmm, swiming accross this river would be a good work out. But, this may be to dangorus for beginers. It'll probebly be fuller another time, when the students are fit.

In a mind calming walk, ClepSword found himself at the docks. Mist covered his eyes from a clear veiw. Wind blew, and pushed the waters. A relaxing mesage of peacfulness saduced ClepSword into a daydream.

To be continued...

Damien was walking slowly, his arms tired from the recent training he had been doing at the garden, an his hair sweaty from the run he had just stopped doing. As he was walking he kept looking around slowly, enjoying the scenery, or as much as he could before the mist rolled in completely, obscuring his vision quickly. Damien quickened the pace, as the mist began to bring back terrible memories of his childhood, completely whiting out the docks in front and behind him. When he finally broke out into a run, and after only a few feet his knee connected with something hard, and fell with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of him instantly. With a groan he looked behind him and spotted a small man, whose hair made him appear as very large mushroom. Damien then laughed and stood up, looking down at the small man with a huge grin, all the anger he felt building up inside him flowing out just as quickly as it had come.

(OOC: That took so long to write..))

Somthing had an outline in the distence. ClepSword squints his eyes to make out the image on the shores. Could it be? A ship? So early?
The image grows larger, and a horn is blown. Yes, it is! they must be lost, looking for a lighthouse! His hopes were high, perhaps they are lost, and will trade the materials they have just for a room! ClepSword could pay David easily in the inn.

But, somthing was not right. Instead of hearing waves, and more blasts from the horn, he started to here... Stomping... Perhaps the water was knocking against the wood underneith? Gradualy it gets louder. Could I be under attack? Have they come back for me! Crap, Ill be in so much troubble! No, there is no way. Hmm. Nope, to real to be dreaming. Well-

Thud

ClepSword had been knocked to his behind as the angry elf cleared the backgrounds. He looks up at the elf, and smiles, with a laugh inside. He starts to feel slightly anoyed, but dose not show any agresion.

Damien grinned a little more and hastily made a sign for peace, then bent down and helped the odd man up. "You must be the new teacher." he whispered, tilting his head slightly as he spoke, "I am sorry that I knocked you over, you are rather sho-" Damien cut himself off quickly, before he said something offensive and backed up a bit to look at the man more closely [i]He is so short, no wonder why they think he looks like a large mushroom...

Short Clep finished his sentence.

No worries about the fall elf, I needed somthing to wake me up anyways. Perhaps you can help me with this crew, if they ever come over here.

Clep rose his eyebrows the same amount his head was tilted up. An unoticable (or barly visable behind his beard) grin grew on his face.
Anyways, ya, Im the teacher for the fighters. I sent for meterials, and am hoping that ship has what I am looking for. Though it is kinda early, there must be more ships with those materials.

He looked out to the waters, and the ship had grown in veiw since this guest arived. Once more, a horn blown.

"Help you...maybe." Damien whispered, his hands resting on the handles of his two short swords. "I wonder who our teacher is going to be..the fighters are always the lucky ones" He looked out over the water quickly, then turned to look down the docks, his silver eyes barely able to see 10 feet through the dense fog.

The boat had come. Shouts of crew members were called, and the boat came to a stop at the docks. ClepSword jumped, he wasn't expecting the ship to arive so quickly. It was a small ship, but to ClepSword, it seemed huge. Fog covered the men, and no one was seen, but they were defenetly herd.

Hay Damien, you still here?

Damien shook his head quickly, then turned to look at the boat, only able to hear the voices of the crew as dense fog completely covered them. "Of course I am." He grunted, his hands coming away from his weapons as he walked to stand beside ClepSword.

ClepSword looked up, squnting his eyes to make out anything. Sudenly, a rope was throughn down, and landed in his hair. In shock, he jumped back, ever so quietly. The sound or rope burn was made out. He tried to whisper, but his voice was caried away by the waves and the shouting men. Following, was the sound of more ropes making contact with the woody surface.

What is your pourpus here ? ClepSword shouted.

"Is sombody there?" one man replied. We got this letter from here. Do you know a man named ClepSword?

ClepSword was woried. What if sombody from the military found the letter, and just want to arrest him? He repeted What is your pourpus?

"Just to deliver materials. Were looking for a man named ClepSword, perhaps you know him?" Another man spoke.

Carfuly, he got to his feet, feeling for room. His fists were ready for a fight. An unoticable grin turned his paper white skin bluer then the water itself. Your early.

He started to paunt. His nose was stuffed and eyes decevid him. Still, his toung and fists were ready to work, and his ears in deep consentration. Some kind of nervesness just seemed to weaken his breath.

Damien grinned to himself and shook his foot quietly, before winding up and kicking a very round rock towards one particular gruff voice that he heard over the waves. As he heard it hit he heard the man swear quite loudly and and also heard a thunk as the man had apparently fallen backwards. He chuckled softly and continued standing beside ClepSword, wondering when he he will do something. "These people...I know them from somewhere..." Damien whispered "From my past.."

"Look, I know were early, but we are not that far, and just want to get buisness done. Where is this ClepSword person, that is all we want to know, is that so much to ask?"

His eyes start to ajust to the fog. Either that, or it had started to die down. He noticed red lace sholder pads, a black buton suit and toqus. They seemed to be frusterated, and not noticing ClepSword, looking at Damnin, thinking he was the only one there, doing the talking, were not agressive at all. Just frusterated. More shouts came from the ship.

I am ClepSword. he jurked roughly.

The men looked confused. Damnin had not the description given to them. Could he be lying?

Damien shook his head, causing his long hair to fall over his face, "You guys aren't very smart are you?" He said loudly before grabbing ClepSword's arm firmly and jerking him over into view. "This is the guy" Damien said a little more quietly, his right hand clenched into a fist just in case.

The fog cleared yet more, but barly. The men felt imbaresed, and surprised that there were two men of Riverside there.

Ok, lets see the goods

A man calls back to the crew Ok, hall her out boys!

ClepSword waited, the man looking at him, as if he sould be helping. ClepSword dose want to help, but would rather not climb the ship, just to get down again. His plan was to stack everything in piles, so carying it to the class would be much eisier.

Mostly rope was thrown over board. ClepSword got started.

hearing a big racket from the docks dragn decides to go and check it out. On his way down dragn finds very little trouble walking though the mist it didn't even effect him. All he could see was this ship and a group of people running about. When he gets closer dragn realizes that one of the men was the new fighter teacher and wanting to find more out about him dragn walks over

Well ti looks like you have a lot of work in your hands if you don't mind I would like to help as I don't have anything else to do

Not getting an answer dragn stands the and whats for the shorter man to see him there or at least snap out from his zone out

Quiver?, from the sleep earlier, is drenched from the storm. The air felt like it was ten degrees below (celsious).

The fog made it extreamly hard for him to see, and without knowing it, he arrived at the docks. The fog started to die down, when he met up with ClepSword, his Sensay. Damien was there two, but he did not know really who that was. Also a ship, and many sailors. Shouting gave him alertness. Dragn was the only person he felt comfortable around.

Suddenly, a rock was thrown at him. He ignored it, but was surprised. Then more were thrown at him. Hay! Whats going on! I'm sorry! He shouted, covering his head with his arms.

In an instant, the rocks stopped. There was no more shouting. Finely, after many jaws dropped, and plenty of silence, a man spoke up "Sorry, I thought you were a bird."

"Or demon"
"Or gay!"
"Ya, like a strange fish or something."
"Imp! I can smell his fish blood!"


He was offended. If there were a second chance for a first impression, he deserved it.
He looked down at ClepSword, and was imbarised. This could not look good for training. How can he want to teach somebody so weak? Quiver?'s face was red, tear less and clean. (Probably from the rain washed up on his cheeks.) Suddenly, he had a strong erge to pee, but showed no sign of it. Holding in the urine is a skill of his.