Saryrn (EQ) – Scars of the Cobalt Sea

Scars of the Cobalt Sea

She sat quietly on the steps of her Guild Hall. She was waiting for him to join her tonight on a new adventure together. She had cleaned and polished her armor this morning until they almost glowed. She couldn't wait to see him and discuss the news of the day. They had been meeting for months now. Talking about encounters, trade skills, mutual friends, the latest gossip and just enjoying each other's company. Tonight however, she was promised something new and different and she couldn't wait to see what he had in mind.

As she sat there waiting for him to return, her thoughts drifted back to the time when they first met. The Cobalt Sea was a treasure cove for hunters and a death trap for any sea going vessel that was seduced into her grip by the sweet songs of the Sirens who dwelled there just below the surface of the water. Many ships sank in her lagoons and those that perished on board became the haunted or the undead. For this reason, they called this place Cobalt Scar.

This was also home to the otter people known as Othmir. Peaceful creatures, yet powerful and wise. They camped at the shores of the Cobalt Sea fished quietly on the shores, and kept to themselves for the most part. Their furs brought a handsome price in the marketplace, and therefore the Othmir were one of the most hunted animals across all of Norrath. The moonlight here in the bay was bright and reflected off the surrounding cliffs making nighttime hunting the ideal time to hunt the Othmir.

She had hunted them before when she needed supplies or food for herself or her family. Once you begin killing the Othmir, you become hated by all Othmir, and the only way to prove yourself worthy of their forgiveness is to hunt their only known enemy the Ulthork bears in the tundra's of the Eastern Wastelands.

She knew to keep her distance. As long as they didn't see her, she would be safe from attack. She needed to fish today. Cobalt cod was a necessary supply for the trade skillers and she was fishing for the cod the day she saw him first.

She could hear in the distance, someone was hunting Othmir. She decided she would take a break from her fishing and watch. From her point on the cliffs she could see him below. His armor was sleek and his blades were swift and his muscles gleamed in the moonlight. When he stopped to rest, the night air blew gently through his hair as he removed his helm for a moment to take in the cool crisp air. As the night wore on, she was captured by his skill and soon forgot all about fishing as she sat there, hidden from view. Dawn's first rays were peeking over the eastern cliffs as he stopped and piled his collected furs and gems into his packs and set them by the shore. As she watches him clean the blood from his weapons in the seawater, she wished she had enough courage to walk up to him and greet him. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as he lifted his packs and headed off.

She gathered her things, realizing she had not caught many fish, and would have to return tonight to fish again. A smile crossed her lips and she thought of him again. Perhaps he will return as well. Others have hunted here and stayed for several days before moving on to a new site. Maybe he will also.

The memory held a special place in her heart. She looked up from her guild hall steps and saw him walking towards her…What great adventure are they going on tonight…? She couldn't wait to find out.

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