<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96676.msg4224063#msg4224063">Quote from: Narianna on 05-02-2011, 22:04:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><br/>Akribos Talos (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4206400#msg4206400)<br/><br/>The portly human captain choked on his reply to Akribos. He was without words that the man before him wanted to leave such an amazing sight. He pulled at his grey mustache, eyening the man for a few moments before nodding his compliance.<br/><br/>As the boat started back up, there was a collective "Aww!" from the crowd all around. Akribos found himself once more by the railing. The beautiful purple haired mermaid had a confused look on her face but began swimming faster to try and keep up.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Smirking at the captain and crew Victor nodded to the captain and thanked him before heading to the railing and watching the Merfolk follow with this confused look on here face, but Victor knew not to act on irritation. Exposing his face would be enough to scare any merfolk away from him, especially with the gold rings, which only true servants of the god's, or special pets the Merfolk, could tel who the rings were from, Turael had a way of having most of her followers disfigured or decorated quite extensively. If he had showed that he would scare the little flirt off, but he would also have a very pissed of Zeus and Poseidon up his ass rather quickly. Shaking his head he shouted to the creature in a language of their own, one of the oldest that none of the crewmen could have known without being his age. "Aftos topotheteitai enas barka eseis ochi thelo eis akoloutho!" The creature got the point as she heard the language, realizing that only mortals who were servants to the gods spoke like that, it didn't matter which side.<br/><br/>Snorting as he watched the creature turn away and swim to her natives. Turning to the Captain he nodded in respect and said thank you, then turned towards his state room again, turning in for the day as the rocking of the boat put him at ease as he locked his door this time and removed his mask and beanie, letting his face breath as he exposed the large scarred face of his. The enormous scar ran over his head from the lower temple region to the middle of his head on the side, the golden rings, each having a small design which not many could make out, even if they were up close, Akribos preferred his marks of the gods to be hidden anyways. Turael gave them as a gift to him, they granted him his eternal life after all, and even if they were ripped out his life would just be mortal, but not dead. A nice weakness from Turael to remind him to hide his face when he lives around the public eye. Condemning him to live amongst the homeless and sick and dying, suffering, she was all about it.<br/><br/>Laying down Akribos closed his eyes and rested his head back with his mind wandering as his lust took him a moment to shrug off the imagine of the flirtatious Merfolk. Closing his eyes he slept on his back, his scarred side of his face away from the door and his rags next to his head just in case as he slept deeply, a way he found to make time fly was to rest during it all. A short two weeks and he would be there, ready to claim whatever prize it was Turael was after.