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piosenniel · 02-12-2003, 07:04 PM

Deorlin's Corsair post for Yr Saldan:

Yr Saldan lowered the small brass spyglass from his eye, squinting towards the horizon. Errant strands of black hair blew about his weather tanned face, although most was pulled back in a pigtail, the end tarred together and wrapped with a leather thong. There were deep wrinkles etched in the corners of his dark eyes, not by age, for he was only just the far side of thirty. No, it was the years at sea, the stinging salt and the drying wind, the intense heat and bitter cold, which had carved their signatures on his skin.

And there had been yet other carvings, these done by human hands, which left their traces also on face, forearms, and torso. A particularly vivid, as it was still somewhat new, scar puckered the skin from the bridge of his hawk-like nose, across his right cheek, all the way to his ear. The wharf rat who had inflicted it would have been proud to boast that he had left his own signature on no less than Yr Saldan himself - if he had been lucky enough to still draw breath.

But that one, like so many others, had been fodder for the fish which swam among the piers of the City of the Corsairs. Yr Saldan's thoughts wandered momentarily to his last night spent there; and the memory of the exotic pleasures it had revealed to him brought a crooked smile to his thin lips.

His thoughts, though, quickly reverted to the task at hand, very close at hand now. Dol Amroth lay just within reach, and his fleet, disguised as merchants from Umbar, seeking audience with the Prince to negotiate new trade agreements, would be anchoring in the harbor this evening.

How unfortunate that they would just have missed the Prince, having departed on his way to Minas Tirith to celebrate the King's twentieth anniversary of his coronation! What a pity - the castle guard would be at its lightest. And certain "friends" of Umbar stood ready to assist . . .

The cruel smile on the captain's face broadened. To catch the Prince away and unaware, and bring Dol Amroth to her knees - and no help from Minas Tirith to succor and rescue her! Ah, what a perfectly laid plan. If all went well, within the week he would be sitting in state in the royal throne room at the castle. If all went well . . .

02-12-2003, 07:04 PM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Deorlin's Corsair post for Yr Saldan: Yr Saldan lowered the small brass spyglass from his eye, squinting towards the horizon. Errant strands of black hair blew about his weather tanned face, although most was pulled back in a pigtail, the end tarred together and wrapped with a leather thong. There were deep wrinkles etched in the corners of his dark eyes, not by age, for he was only just the far side of thirty. No, it was the years at sea, the stinging salt and the drying wind, the intense heat and bitter cold, which had carved their signatures on his skin. And there had been yet other carvings, these done by human hands, which left their traces also on face, forearms, and torso. A particularly vivid, as it was still somewhat new, scar puckered the skin from the bridge of his hawk-like nose, across his right cheek, all the way to his ear. The wharf rat who had inflicted it would have been proud to boast that he had left his own signature on no less than Yr Saldan himself - if he had been lucky enough to still draw breath. But that one, like so many others, had been fodder for the fish which swam among the piers of the City of the Corsairs. Yr Saldan's thoughts wandered momentarily to his last night spent there; and the memory of the exotic pleasures it had revealed to him brought a crooked smile to his thin lips. His thoughts, though, quickly reverted to the task at hand, very close at hand now. Dol Amroth lay just within reach, and his fleet, disguised as merchants from Umbar, seeking audience with the Prince to negotiate new trade agreements, would be anchoring in the harbor this evening. How unfortunate that they would just have missed the Prince, having departed on his way to Minas Tirith to celebrate the King's twentieth anniversary of his coronation! What a pity - the castle guard would be at its lightest. And certain "friends" of Umbar stood ready to assist . . . The cruel smile on the captain's face broadened. To catch the Prince away and unaware, and bring Dol Amroth to her knees - and no help from Minas Tirith to succor and rescue her! Ah, what a perfectly laid plan. If all went well, within the week he would be sitting in state in the royal throne room at the castle. If all went well . . . __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.