Exodus

docgeo

The Coastline is shrouded in darkness and early morning mist as he pulls on the oars towards the mysterious coastline.  He is alone and without his brothers.  His last beach landing was a hazy nightmare of blood and death. That had been the end of the brotherhood and the start of 5 years as a prisoner of war in that hellhole the Feneris called a prison.  Only 50 of us made it out those damnable gates and not a one without scars.  I have left that and the wars all behind.  There likely wouldn't be any Feneris raiding parties out this far in the ruin. Hell the Pirates hadn't wanted to come this far but the captain had owed him.  He continued to pull steadily on the oars as the distance to shore closed. He surveyed his possessions which fit into a travel ruck-sack and sea duffle bag.  He had is bow and hunting knife easily accessible but would have to dig a bit for his long sword.  Taking a deep breath he held the brine smell in before slowly exhaling as the boat scraped the rocky coast line.

Doc

TheWizard

Hearing the impact of boat against rock, the older man pushes aside the door to his little hut and peers over the bluff. He sees the stranger pulling the boat ashore and gathering his few belongings, then straightens suddenly. He has a sense that the stranger may not be one. He shakes his head. It's more important to figure out the newcomer's intentions. 

"Hallo!" Pulling his arms out from his robes, he waves to get the man's attention. "If you head up the ravine there, you can make your way to me, friend. I have a fire going..."

docgeo

The water splashed up to his knees soaking his boots and breeches. He pulled the the boat ashore thinking to use it as shelter till he got his bearings and collected supplies.  His muscles swelled and stressed the seems of his worn tunic as he moved the boat into position.  He almost had balanced onto the rocks when he heard a sound in the near distance.  He spun into a defensive crouch and released his hold on the boat.  It flipped over onto the rocks with a "Crash!" His gaze darted to all the possible axis of advance onto his current location.  He saw nothing. No enemy advancing on his position for the kill.  That was when he heard a voice say "hallo!, if you head up the ravine there, you can make your way to me, friend.  I have a fire going..."  He realized that the voice had a vantage where he could see him but the Man still couldn't see the owner of the voice.  
His mind was racing but two thoughts came to the front; he had still not been attacked or had a hostile action taken against him and the voice had said....."friend".  He hadn't been called that since Forrest had died at the battle of Shank Logar.  "Friend" the word escaped as a low, hoarse whisper.  Did he even know what that word meant anymore? That is when he realized that he had risen from his defensive crouch and was just standing arms at his side and in the open.  He surveyed his surroundings again and then shouldered his bags, adjusted his other gear, and grabbed the stringer with the fish he had caught earlier and cautiously walked up the ravine.

Doc

TheWizard

The robed man saw the hesitation and decision to approach up the ravine. Sensing that he needed to give his welcome substance, he determined to meet the stranger halfway. Arms outstretched, the man met the stranger and offered to take some of his load, but was refused.

"Fair enough-- but come sit with me a bit. I promise you, no harm will come within the bounds of my vision. Indeed, there are a few more travelers come to join us who are as uneasy as you are." He gestures toward @Darggie, @Kjelfalconer, and in the direction of the still-hidden @Alyxe.

As they approach the fire circle, he spreads his arms wide.

"It's not much, but I have a sense that it will be soon. But come now, before it gets dark and my vision protects us less, let's sit and eat. Work can wait until tomorrow, but word of your wanderings can't. What brought you to the edge of this place?"