by Ash Fanrico » Mon Aug 13, 2007 3:39 pm
The path home seemed to be longer than the group rememebered it being. It seemed like forever since they set out on this quest. So much had occurred in the last few days that it felt almost strange for some of them now that they were away from such a hellish place.
Though he had been through hell, Duile couldn't help but feel that he's made a few new friends through out this ordeal. If not friends, then at least comrades in some cases, as he looked over at the mage and chuckled.
Duile didn't know what he was gonna do after this. He'd probably wait a while before taking on another mission, specially after the fat amount of money he was gonna make from this job, should last him a while. He'd have to buy some new supplies and a new bag with which to carry them in. That'd be a good place to start... of course after getting something good to eat once they got back in Doma.
Much Later...
DeMalo sat in his favorite chair, overlooking the ocean through the large window in his study. He tried to keep his spirits up, he needed to have trust in the group's abilities. The old sea captain wouldn't have hired them all if he hadn't felt they were capable of the job at hand.
But it was much too easy to give into sorrow, and fear.
Downstairs, at the foot of the staircase, was Jonesy... busy dusting a vase. He himself was worried, not because of the brats, but because the "window of time" had come and gone... and nothing had changed.
"Something's happened... something's wrong." he kept muttering to himself. His dusting became erratic and frenzied at the thought of failure.
Of course, he really had no idea why he had returned here... and further more... why he had told DeMalo about the brats. Everything during that period felt hazy and clouded... and that too worried him.
Suddenly some sounds could be heard outside the front door to DeMalo's house. A sound of childish giggling. DeMalo emerged from his study, "What... what was that Jonesy?" he asked, curious.
Jonesy slowled backed away from the door as the captain's children burst in through the door. "Daddy!!" they both exclaimed, as they rushed up to the stairs to embrace their father, who was sobbing with joy at seeing them alive.
"You're... both... alive!" he gasped, as the three were finally reunited.
Jonesy was scared stiff, as he tried to quietly exit the premises. As he opened the front door, a gloved hand shot forth as Coppermirth grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt. "Why hello there Jonesy. Fancy meeting you here." he said, grinning.
(any final words/actions from your characters?)