Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: 10:30am<br/>Time of day ending post: 12:00pm<br/>Location beginning post: Dock - Dulon Landing<br/>Location ending post: Bold Bison Inn - Dulon Landing<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Any<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? (no)<br/><br/><br/>Nemea took a few uneasy steps down the gang-plank that led from the ship's deck down to the rugged wooden dock of Dulon Landing.<br/><br/>Two weeks had passed since he had been on shore, and for some reason, he thought returning to solid ground would instantly settle his stomach and set things right in his head. Instead, the horizon and the land around him still continued to bob and weave, bob and weave. But now, there was nothing to move beneath him, no movement of the deck that he had become so used to, and the disorientation was only magnified.<br/><br/>He rushed over to the edge of the dock, bent at the waist, his hands on his knees - and unceremoniously emptied the contents of his stomach into the water.<br/><br/>A few laughs and cat-calls sounded behind him on the deck of the<em>Misty Vengeance</em>, the ship he had booked passage on from his point of origin. The two week journey had been a nightmare for him, two of the most uncomfortable weeks of his life. Not only did the ship wreak havoc on his stomach, but he was given a hammock in the main hold along with two dozen sailors, and the snoring, belching, farting, and other seemingly constant bodily noises made sleep a rare commodity.<br/><br/>But, it was over now, the end of the sea journey punctuated with another heave, and another view of his breakfast, an event that he had repeated on the ship almost every morning since boarding it.<br/><br/>"Join us anytime, snow-hair! We'll make a sailor of you yet!" one of the sailors called from the deck of the ship as the crew set about preparing to unload cargo. A few laughs sounded immediately after the comment, and all Nemea could think was, ~Over. My. Dead. Body.~<br/><br/>He did have snow-white hair, long and straight, spilling down his shoulders to midway down his back, and almost as equally white skin. Standing just over six feet in height, he was lanky and well-built, and if his body was bulkier, he might have even considered imposing. But he was lean and muscular, as elves so often were, and his dark eyes gave a hint of ruby coloring if one were to gaze into them closely enough. Slowly he rose up straight again, wiping a sleeve across his lips, gazing back one last time to the ship and sneering at it as if it were some ancient enemy. Then he turned to face inland with his back to the sea, and began to walk. The best way to get his land-legs back was to walk, he was told, so that is what he would do.<br/><br/>Dulon Landing was a small town, by all appearances. It appeared fairly cozy and quaint, and the common sounds of morning activities reached his ears as he walked. He glanced up at the sun - it's warmth and brightness still so foreign to him, but he was beginning to appreciate it, even enjoy it. A jaunt around the town, then, would help ease his stomach back to some semblance of normalcy. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, he began to make his way around the settlement.<br/><br/>He passed by several large residential houses, at least from the looks of them he judged that's what they were, and also noticed the rubble of a house that looked damaged, crumbling and useless. He continued on, and saw - or rather, heard - the tell-tale signs of a brothel. He walked closer to the building and yes, indeed - the two ladies standing by the door confirmed his suspicions with invitations and promises of desires fulfilled, even at this time of day. He made a mental note of the place for later, but moved on for the time being. At the moment, his stomach was flipping in seven different directions, and he didn't want to make it worse.<br/><br/>Nemea headed north, glancing about him as he examined the town and its inhabitants. Occasionally he would attract the eye of a resident, but more often than not he was ignored or simply unseen. Everything seemed so... peaceful, and bright. He eventually passed the shipwright's, the port authority, and a general store. Passing by a shorter woman dressed in black flowing robes and wearing a veil, he stared at her curiously for a long moment as she passed him by. Continuing onward, still simply taking in the sights, he eventually reached the last building which bore a sign that read "<em>The Bold Bison Inn</em>". He wasn't sure he could sleep 'normally' again quite yet, but tonight he was sure going to try. For now, something to refill his empty belly seemed like a good idea, and with that in mind he entered the inn hoping to find room and board for a reasonable price.<br/><br/>Once the business transaction was concluded, he took a seat in the common room, the world continuing to spin around him (though not as badly as before), sipping from a cup of watered-down wine to soothe his tumultuous stomach.<br/><br/><br/><br/>