[Entrance] The Ariosian Docks

[Prism]

The Ariosian Docks Entrance to the Island

Even since the islands were reopened to the mainlanders things haven’t been the same at the docks. It had always been rare to see the island bustling with people. Besides the lone boathouse on the shore and the docks themselves there wasn’t much else to see. Pehaps the odd citizen would be on the docks, or if visitors were lucky they might see people getting the trade ships ready further down the docks. Despite the wood that Arios had at their disposal the dock was made of, soft, smooth, glossy stone. This would seem odd to the average visitor, even to most of the Ariosians it was strange, but they had always been this way. There was never any real schedule for the ferries to operate, so the island of Arios ensured that there would be enough space of the docks for up the three of them to have their own pier. The other most pier would be able to fit in a fourth if it was absolutely needed, though in these cases it was more common for the trade boat to move from the docks and let the other boat come in, or for the boat to delay coming in by giving an impromptu tour along the shore lines. However either of these were rare occurrences. On the opposite end of the docks were the smaller piers reserved for personal boats. A sign at the end of those docks reads "See the dock house for dock fees" There were two more piers off to the right hand side of the dock so that trade boats wouldn’t disturb the people coming to the islands. There was nothing overly special about this pier except that it was wider than the others so they could carry their big goods, often time large pieces of lumber, large crates and barrels of many kinds. Once visitors would come off of the boats they would feel all energy return to them. If they were seasick they would feel leveled out and better almost as soon as their feet touched the soil. It was unexplainable, even by the people of Arios. They would feel refreshed physically and emotionally they would feel their troubles lighten around them. After enough time a person may grow to feel their former main-land problems leave them entirely. This would, of course, lead to trouble sometimes when and if the visitor returned to the mainland and their worries hadn't come back before they met someone involved in the problem in the first place. One thing that most visitors notice almost immediately is that there were no guards there to watch them. There were no gates or people to check their visas, only the guard house stood there. There was no need to go to the guard house but it was there for those that may want to. It was just as easy to continue down the path right beside it and head through the woods and into town. There were four places one could go after leaving the docks essentially. They could go to the beach, the dock house, follow the path, or into the woods. Following the path was time consuming, yet it seemed as though the time meant nothing. The sun and the rain often danced together over the path falling lightly on those who travelled it. It wasn't often that it rained heavily in the forest path. The walk seemed magical, all sound musical and enchanted. Every step taken regained the person’s energy. Nobody ever got tired of walking, or tired at all for that matter. The journey was usually always uneventful besides passing the occasional person on the trail or talking with whoever you came with. It took a candle mark before someone traveling at an average (human) speed would see the small village in a clearing. The first thing that catches everybody’s eye is a strange building that is clearly made out of the same material as the dock house, even from a distance. It takes another quarter of a candle mark before one will arrive at the city after seeing it. Those that wished to enter the woods would feel compelled to stay out of it, at least in this area of Arios. It was as if a subtle hint was given to the person attempting to go into the woods to follow the path to the town. This was true for the entire journey up the path as well. It wasn’t un-fightable, but for most unexpected and believed to be the idea of the person who was heading for the woods. Those who opted to go to the beach would feel the song of the sea as they walked on the sand. The gentle splash of waves causes water to constantly be in the air creating small rainbows here and there to the viewer. The beach was a place full of eventless things but it always seemed to be the ultimate place of relaxation, almost as though it was a scene from a dream. The dock house was a small stone building with a sign that read “Dock House” on it (Here)

This can be self moded unless you plan to do something strange and unusual. All races are accepted on Arios and no visas are required as proof of identity. If you plan to do anything but get off of the boat please create a new thread unless it is the dock house, in which case go to the link above.

Secrets : Originally written by Prism, edited and re-written by Caffeine.

[Seth Lavryl]

Third Brightening of the Second Cycle,
Month of Ioannes, Summer Era XIV

The boots stepped onto the smooth glossy stone with a resounding click as their heels collided upon the flat, unmoving, resolute, perfectly-still-and-incapable-of-shaking pavement. Seth let out a rather hefty sigh of relief as he felt the world correct itself and halt this tipsy nonsense and bucking upon the ocean’s waves. Shaking his head, toffee brown tresses of hair clouded his eyes for a moment as he stared at the stone ground that stared back at him. Dark cerulean blue eyes blinked a few times through the murky haze before a deft finger brushed the very same tresses back and he gathered himself. Moving aside at the persistent ‘harumph’ of an elderly old man, Seth stood off to the side and grabbed a hold of one of the wooden posts to steady himself. He had to untie the knots out of his stomach somehow, after all.

It was fortitude alone that had prevented himself from throwing up, though there were plenty of times he felt like doing so. Oh yes, he could recall with lucid vividness hanging over the side of the ship like some seasick old captain, gaining a fine view of the barnacles attached to the edge of the ferry while other dizzy passengers joined him at odd intervals along the ship’s starboard. They’d made quite the crowd indeed.

It took him a few minutes, but he inevitably lifted himself off the pole and straightened his back, swallowing hard the bile that had threatened to surge up. Gazing around, he noticed the dock house but declined going in; none of the other passengers had checked in, and he felt the need to do so strangely absent as he began trotting down the small dirt path leading through the forest. The cluster of trees, cedars, spruce, and elms from what he could tell, stared down at him ominously, and he shrugged off the feeling of discomfort at the expense of travelling further into the woodland, deciding it best to stick to the path he followed and visit the small island town first before doing so.

[Prism]

A big welcome to the first PC of Arios.

Welcome Seth and enjoy your stay in the small island I call home

[Julien Cervantes]

Cycle 3 of Optia. Summer Era 14 PF.

The journey to Eunesia was something of a challenge altogether. Obviously, there was no direct route from the Carmelyn -- or Demios, more specifically. Julien had to hop ships several times before he finallly managed to catch one that was destined to be loaded with trade goods from the island. The captain of the ship was more than happy to give Julien a ride. That is, so long as Jules literally pulled his weight on the ship. He helped load supplies, prepared the sails, and even cleaned and helped out on the deck. Over all, it was mostly what he expected for being so damn poor. He would've been better off selling the Dynasty back home and cashing it in for whatever Phedos thought it was worth.

But there was something that kept him going throughout his trip. It was something quite odd, really, something he never quite got to grasp even with his moderately-free roaming imagination: Arcana. The isles of Eunesia was suppose to be filled with magic and magical entities. If there was something that equalized mortals, it was the power of the immortal. With Sorcery he could level whole cities; elementalism could allow him to incinerate armies; while mysticism would allow him to control the cores of everyone around him. All those powers seemed too fantastic to be true; yet, he believed it. His home turf was filled with wizards after all. But he didn't like them one bit. The elitist locals thought better of him as a servant boy than a mage; he'd show them.

Arriving at the docks, Julien thanked the old captain for his trouble before hopping off with his minimal items in tow. "Thanks", he said with a curt nod. And with that, he entered the island city known as Arios.

[Prism]

Welcome to Arios