Transalpyne Saga - 1.13 Pirates"We're not the bloodthirsty, ruthless kind of pirates you hear about in the taverns and in books," Ferrington explained, releasing her shoulder and standing. Naomi turned in her chair and watched him pace back and forth behind her. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the wooden ceiling. "We're pirates by pure definition," he continued. "Unlike most of our stereotypical brethren, and I use that term loosely, we choose our targets carefully. We attack ships flying certain flags, raid holdings owned by certain men." He stopped pacing and looked at her. "There's a lot of corruption when money's involved, you know. And who deals with money the most?"
"Merchants?" she asked, not sure if he really wanted an answer. He grinned and nodded as he resumed pacing.
"That's right. Some of those dogs are owned by nobles, others are independent and feral." He shrugged. "And some are legitimate, sure. W
Transalpyne Saga - 1.12 Luke Ferrington"How are you feeling?" the pirate captain asked. He did not look like what Naomi imagined a captain to look like. She had seen pictures of sea captains, and they usually wore a fancy uniform or a long coat, something fine to distinguish them from their men. Ferrington wore loose brown trousers, a puffy sleeved cream-coloured shirt that was stained in a few places and a deep blue vest, as well as stout, brown leather boots. It was practically the same outfit the dark haired man was wearing, though his vest was black, as were his boots, and he had a broad red sash that matched his headband about his hips.
Ferrington came over to her and waved a hand in front of her face, bending down slightly to get his eyes on a level with hers. "You okay?" he asked. Naomi blinked and realised she had been staring.
"I am fine," she said finally, "though very confused." Ferrington laughed.
"I'm sorry we had to use you as a hostage," he said, "but we did get
Transalpyne Saga - 1.11 KidnappedShe awakened to the creak of wood, the crash of waves and an unidentifiable groaning noise. Groggily, she sat up and rubbed at her eyes. The blanket fell away, and she looked down at it in confusion. She was sitting up in a bed. The room around her was all wooden and sparsely decorated, the only other furniture a large chest at the foot of the bed. She wondered where she was, but when the whole room rose and fell, she had her answer. She was on a ship!
It all came flooding back to her: the anti-magic circle, the guards, the pirates. They must have kidnapped her and taken her to their ship. She threw the blanket aside and stood, nearly falling over as the ship lurched on another wave. Stumbling, she made her way to the door and tried the handle. To her surprise, it moved, and the door opened outward. She was pulled along with it as the ship rolled again and fell against a person. She looked up at a man with sp
Transalpyne Saga- 1.10 Anti-magicThe next day, Naomi took a walk along the wharf. Ships large and small bobbed in the water and crawled with men, and some women and children, as they went about their duties on deck, on shore and in the rigging. She felt many people look her way, some out of curiosity and some more sinister, but no one bothered her. Either she was too recognisable for anyone to attack because of her colourful clothes, or since her garb marked her as a mage and therefore decidedly not easy pickings, she could not be sure, and she did not much care. Some of the sailors were more amiable and willing to answer her questions about their ships and life at sea. She had never been interested enough in sailing to read much about it, but this was a perfect place to learn from those who were passionate about it, and some who were not.
Seeking a reprieve from the noise and the salty breeze blowing landward, she ducked into one of the less shady alleyways and rounded a corner into a li
Transalpyne Saga - 1.9 The Safe Harbour InnNaomi made her way to the bar. The cheerful barkeep gave her a safe feeling. In fact, she wanted to be near anyone, as she was sure the pirate from the wanted poster was approaching her. She nervously sat on one of the stools by the bar, and the portly man came over to her.
"And what can I get for you, my lovely young miss?" he asked with a broad grin. She looked behind her as the door to the inn banged shut. The red-haired man was gone. She sighed in relief and turned back to the barkeep. "Don't worry about Luke, miss," the man said as he watched her relax. "He comes in here and pays good coin, doesn't bring his whole crew, doesn't make any trouble."
"But he is wanted," she protested, looking back at the door. "The poster is just outside."
"Oh sure he is," the man laughed, "and the fact that his poster's out there makes it so the guards won't think to look for him here." Naomi's brow furrowed in confusion. "This i
Transalpyne Saga - 1.8 WantedMost of the inns near the wall were pricey, catering mostly to wealthy merchants who wanted to avoid the rougher parts of town closer to the bay. Naomi did not have much money with her, and she wanted it to go as far as it could, so she made her way east toward the water. She had heard the guards' warning about rough types and pirates, but she was sure she could take care of herself should anyone try to assault her. She followed the High Street, looking in all directions to take in the sights and sounds of the town. Two- and three-storey houses rose above her, many with shops on their ground floors, at least on the High Street. Numerous alleyways branched off between the buildings, and she watched the shadows warily as she continued eastward. It was a good thing she did, too, because she noticed more and more people lurking in the shaded areas as she grew closer to the water.
A large, welcoming inn stood almost directly on the wharf. Its sign n
Transalpyne Saga - 1.7 Peridot PortNaomi took her time travelling along eastward. The weather was fine, and the scenery was lush and green, a rare sight in her mountainous home. From time to time, she met up with others travelling the same way, but they kept their distance, and some even eyed her warily. No one bothered her, though, and she reached the port city within a couple of days.
She smelled the ocean before she saw it. A brisk wind blew toward shore, carrying the salty tang of seawater to her nostrils and blowing it through her long hair. It made her sneeze at first. The spicy scent of pine and spruce had a similar effect when she visited home. The Academy grew few evergreens. Taking a deep breath through her mouth, she blew gently, whistling slightly, and the wind wrapped around her, sending the salty air around her as well instead of full on in her face. She sighed. This was much better.
Able to see better now, she topped a rise that looked down on the bay.
Transalpyne Saga - 1.6 Magic Runs in the BloodFive pairs of wide eyes stared at the mage girl as she started on her sixth bowl of oatmeal. She had practically inhaled the first two before slowing down to a normal eating pace. "You certainly have an appetite," the straw hat man's wife said as she took a bite from her own bowl. She was still working on her first.
"Where does she put it all?" one of the young boys at the table asked his father quietly.
"Magic," Naomi replied between mouthfuls. The family collectively gave her a quizzical look. "Magic runs in the blood," she said with a sigh as she set her spoon in the bowl and prepared herself for the difficult explanation. "When someone gets injured and bleeds a lot, he needs a lot of food to get healthy again, right?" The man nodded knowingly. "Well, when a mage uses magic, the same things happens. I used a lot of magic last night to get rid of all of those things." She took another bite of oatmeal.
"So food replenishes ma
Transalpyne Saga - 1.5 Breakfast«I need to report this to the Mage Councils,» Johnn said absently as he clenched and unclenched his hand as if to make sure it still worked.
«Is your hand alright?» Naomi asked.
«It just tingles a bit,» he replied with a wry grin. Naomi rolled her eyes and went over to him, taking his hand in both of hers. She closed her eyes and probed at it with her magic. She felt the coolness of her healing magicks spread out into his fingers then sent it up his arm as well. Satisfied that it really was just feeling the after effects of the Lightning magicks, she pulled her own magic back into herself and let go. «See? I’m fine.» Johnn pulled his hand away abruptly.
«Do I need to go with you?» she asked, ignoring his sudden gruffness. Johnn was always distant, even with her, his best student.
«No, that will not be necessary,» he replied as he drew a circle in the dirt with t