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A War Of Houses - Playground 8

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En'Fel
New Vivec Docks

"That poor kid with the braids, you seen him?"asked to foreman.

"No Sir, skipped out today," replied one of the dock-workers.

"Well pick up a begger, we have to load this stuff in an hour. Suddenly it's really important that Melkaan Uvirith take the boat back, and on top o' that, screw up the schedule so he wouldn't be expected," the foreman said.

En'Fel watched through a few cracks in the crates. When no one was looking, he took an empty crate from a stack of them and slipped it into the piles that were being loaded into the boat to Sadrith Mora. He crawled inside. Inside, he siletly stripped himself of his old clothing. He was a citizen of the civilized world no longer, and an Ashlander once again.

Twenty minutes later he felt a tug, as his crate was lifted to be loaded in. "Watch your step," said the worker as they brought it onto the ramp over the water. The other worker tripped, and En'Fel felt a large thud, followed by a disoriented roll, and ending with a fall into the water below. He panicked, slamming himself against the crate, but it wouldn't budge, and water squirted in.

En'Fel slammed as hard as he could, kicking wildly, but the pressure was too great, especially as the crate began to fall deeper. Eventually he touched the top with both hands, shut his eyes, and performed a light frosting spell, where ice basically flowed from his grip and froze over the box. He kept concentrating until it began to freeze the water around the box. Slowly he felt it slow its decent and climb back to the surface, as a giant chunk of ice. He couldn't imagine what a bizarre scene it must have been. None the less, he felt now instead of sinking to the depths, he had his own problem of being trapped in his own frozen shell.

Isaarin Sithiln
New Vivec Plaza

After a light lunch he decided to get social. Well, he already enjoyed a nice meeting with a former council member, but how exactly was he to spend the rest of the day? Too much plotting fragiles the personality he thought, sitting next to the fountain, reading a good book. His Social Standing had plummetted but his popularity over the last week was slowly rising thanks to the same rhetoric he always pushed. He didn't need a Social Life, not in a City as Sterile as New Vivec. Now Balmora, that had culture, there was a way of Blamora that was so much more human. But what could he expect from whatever the Hell half-species Megil Telzeke came from?