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ROLEPLAY: Over the Sea - Part 2


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#21 The Tamer

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 12:09 PM

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Well met Omrach, I, am Kanen Sarka. What brings you to this fine vessel?"

Omrach liked this mans friendliness, but he did notice that Kanen was clearly distracted by something, as he kept glancing to his side when talking to him.

"I'm sorry, Omrach, I need to go, but I'll talk to you later. Here", the man said with a smile as he whistled sharply and a great horned owl swooped down from the sky and onto his arm.

"Why don't you get to know Taro?", he said as he gestured to his owl. He then bent over and held his arm parallel to the guard rail, and Taro hopped onto it. He opened one of his belt pouches and took out a couple brown pellets, and pressed them into Omrach's hand.

"Here are some treats for Taro. You seem like a nice fellow, so I'm sure he'll take to you right away.", Kanen said as he patted Omrach on the shoulder.

"That is fine, my friend. I'll take good care of Taro while you're gone", Omrach said with a smile. While Kanen was walking to the quaterdeck Omrach realized Kanen wanted to try his luck with the woman steering at the helm. "Good luck with her!", Omrach yelled to him. He then picked up Taro, gave him a treat, and stoked him softly. He was always fond of birds, after all.

Still petting Taro, Omrach looked up to the quaterdeck, as he was anxious to see if Kanens efforts would work out for him after all.

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 12:20 PM

"I still don't understand you lad," Solkin growled to Javed, the fact that neither was still on dry land obviously souring the dwarf's mood, "we go all the way to a Southerner outpost to put into port, and when you buy a new blade it's Imperial-forged."

Javed gave quick chuckle, "what can I say? It suits how I fight, and seeing how things have gone to this point, another fight is all but given." When he'd started this voyage all he thought he'd need was his yatagan and katara, but after vikings, mutinies, and a sea-serpent his mind had changed. On his left side, covered by his coat and above the hilt of his yatagan, was barely visible the spiked pommel of a new firangi. These weapons were reasonably common along the Imperial border, the blade was made in the style of a traditional Imperial backsword, while the basket hilt and spiked pommel were a design carried over from Pershinsar, perhaps even beyond according to some whispered rumors. He had obtained this particular one rather cheaply, as the blade was a bit shorter than most, having been broken and reforged. It was just what Javed needed, a straight-bladed thrusting sword that had more reach than his katara, with a short enough blade that it wouldn't be unwieldy in close quarters.

"Right." Solkin lowered his voice and moved closer to the wall of the forecastle, motioning Javed to follow, "at any rate, mind filling me in on this old man you said to keep an eye out for? What's got you so jumpy about the codger anyway?"

"Just that Solky," Javed replied in a hushed tone, "what's an old man with no sea-faring experience doing aboard an expedition like this?"

"Lookin' to get away from the likes of you would be my guess."

"Humor me, he'd only have been let aboard the Seal in the first place if Roland thought there was use for him on this voyage. From what I've seen all he's done overtly is be a burden and occasional nuisance."

"Maybe Roland's a softy and jus' took pity on the old fool, ever think o' that?"

"On a journey as dangerous as this? It doesn't feel right, especially given how quickly the man drew a blade on Sir Aquilonis. No, I say that Roland came to the same conclusion I did, that... Well, you know."

Solkin's brow furrowed, "Ye mean to tell me the old man's-"

"It's a distinct possibility, and if he is then that might bring me one step closer to my dream. Can you imagine it Solky?"

"I can imagine that yer daft, and do ye mind not cutting me off like that?"

"As long as you don't mention you-know-what, I doubt he'll be very cooperative if his secret gets out."

"Fine, I cannae believe I'm going along with this."

"Heh, I suppose your friend in Midshire was right, Katherine and I have been a bad influence on you."

As Aquilonis ended his little speech the adventurers and crew began to disperse, many of the new arrivals seeming a bit perturbed at their current situation as unneeded crew. Still they were at sea, and as the ship was not turning back it seemed that everyone would need to get along for the duration, so there was no sense in making a fuss over it.

Solkin on the other hand was bit more concerned by this turn of events, warily shifting his glance among the crew in case this new spark gave birth to another fire. The confrontation between Roland Novak and an exceptionally tall newcomer especially bothered him, though fortunately before he could even move from his position at the base of the forecastle it seemed resolved.

Javed spied Vala over by the starboard railing and went over to her. He was about to speak when a voice came from behind them, "greetings, my brethren," it was one of the new arrivals. Turning, Javed saw before them a Kemhetian man adorned in a cloak and what appeared to be light Imperial infantry armor, his hand uneasily grasping the handle of a falcata. A Kemhetian in Imperial armor with an Imperial sword? Now that's not something you see every day. "My name is Dhamid Saramkha and I am new to this ship. From our captain's words, I feel that I have been decieved by Pharoah Seti. I would much appreciate it if you could fill me in on the true story of the Golden Dragon."

"Ah, I'd wondered about the tension in the air," Javed smiled to Dhamid, "'as-salāmu calaykum, my name is Javed Shazad, my friend is Vala D'Arthao. We actually began this voyage aboard The Salty Seal, commanded by a captain of seemingly lesser character. The two ships met and the was, unfortunately, a bit of a confrontation. After sailing to Artorius we and many of the other crew chose to leave aboard the Dragon."

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 05:20 PM

While the others wandered around the ship, making small talk, Hamish set about his task with gusto. He'd spent the last of the gold from his final cash on a brand-new fishing rod, and was eager to try it out. Yanking his boots off his feet, the Sea Dwarf wriggled his toes as he sat down near the front of the boat. Reaching into his pack, he grabbed one of the loaves of bread and tore a small chunck off, threading it onto the hook. His tongue poking out one side of his mouth in concentration, the Dwarf leant back and cast the line out into the water just off the ship. One finger looped around the line, the Sea Dwarf whistled a tune as he waited for a bite. Not that he expected one, really. The water was smooth, and it was far too late in the day for any real catches. No, the mere act of fishing was just a comforter - something to occupy him.

While Hamish waited for the bite that would never come, he glanced around the ship. All sorts were present, but mostly humans. As his eye glanced across the faces of the crew, he spotted one face that was much lower than the rest. Waving, he yelled out to the other Dwarf on deck. "Ahoy, matey! Come sit down 'ere, an' we'll 'ave a chat, shall we? There's got t'be somethin' the two of us 'ave in common, eh?"

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 07:34 PM

Vala's eyebrow raised as one of the new adventurers started eyeing her. The deck of the Dragon was now crowded. Too crowded for her liking. Why do we need these guys for, anyway? She unsheated her new sword and started to make her hand aquainted with the weapon. Then she saw Javed approach her. The weathered southerner and his past was a mystery to Vala, and she intended to find out as much as she could about him.

As Javed opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by one of the new crewmen, a southern man. "greetings, my brethren, My name is Dhamid Saramkha and I am new to this ship. From our captain's words, I feel that I have been decieved by Pharoah Seti. I would much appreciate it if you could fill me in on the true story of the Golden Dragon."

So, none of these riffraff have a clue as to what's going on? Vala had to concentrate not to laugh.

Javed was the first to reply. "'as-salāmu calaykum, my name is Javed Shazad, my friend is Vala D'Arthao." Vala nodded to Dhamid. "We actually began this voyage aboard The Salty Seal, commanded by a captain of seemingly lesser character. The two ships met and the was, unfortunately, a bit of a confrontation. After sailing to Artorius we and many of the other crew chose to leave aboard the Dragon."

"Let's not forget how Roland then pursued us at a distance, waiting for us to do the dirty job for him. Or how we were attacked by a giant sea serpent, with venom raining from it's maw. This is only the tip of the iceberg. If the next thing we encounter is a Taurian galley, i will not be surprised." Vala grinned at Javed. "So, Dhamid Saramkha, you can expect quite an adventure. Welcome aboard"

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 07:39 PM

"Helter-Skelter, Helter-Skelter, ruma-tum-tum..."

Fenric stood at the front of the ship, taking in the sea breeze. It had been some time since he had taken to sea. Ah, the pleasant memories of scurvy, sea monsters, and dehydration. It would be a good vacation.

He didn't care much about who said what. Seti, as far as he knew, was an idiot. Or, a bigger idiot that he initially thought, but the point still stood. He'd had his fair share of idiots, and the bastards, curse the gods, always seemed to stay alive through sheer force of luck. Perhaps one day he might look that up.

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He looked around. Fintan was right. The ship was quite packed. It was surprising that the ship could still stay adrift.

"Ahoy, matey! Come sit down 'ere, an' we'll 'ave a chat, shall we? There's got t'be somethin' the two of us 'ave in common, eh?"

Ah yes, Dwarves. Short, hairy fellows with an Axe/Alchohol fetish. Well, this should be interesting.

"Wotcher, guv'." He began, approaching the hairy creature. "Names Fenric. Sorcerer and coniving rogue. S'pleasure."

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 08:11 PM

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As Elektra observed the many adventurers chatting on the main deck below her, she caught sight of an Imperial fellow speaking to a Southerner - but the Imperial called down an owl to distract his friendly guest while he turned his attention to Elektra. Soon he was approaching the quarterdeck, and upon arriving he stopped a few feet away from her, looking out at the vast sea and letting out a content sigh.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?" Kanen returned his gaze to the woman guiding the ship through the waves. "Among other things. So, I do not believe we have met. I, am Kanen Sarka," He extending his hand, "And you are...?"

"Beautiful day indeed, but not the best I've seen. It's good weather for storms," replied Elektra, shaking the man's hand and managing a friendly smile. "I'm Elektra." She glanced out across the deck again, her pale blue eyes scanning the adventurers. "I wouldn't have guessed so many Imperials present in a Southerner settlement... but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Still, I can't help but wonder... how'd you end up in that little place back there?"


Fintan watched Elektra shake hands with, and speak to, the Imperial fellow who apparently had some kind of pet owl. He gave a guttural chuckle as he watched the two speak to each other.

Just as he was about to go over to them, he was called out to by the only other dwarf on board the ship - a fellow Sea Dwarf, no less.
"Ahoy, matey! Come sit down 'ere, an' we'll 'ave a chat, shall we? There's got t'be somethin' the two of us 'ave in common, eh?" called the dwarf.

Fintan had to admit, he missed the familiar company of the dwarven folk, and he would happily take this opportunity to speak with something other than a man or a pointy-eared elf. Fintan promptly went over to the fishing dwarf who had addressed him, but just as he was about to speak, a very shady-looking fellow appeared and spoke to the other dwarf.
"Wotcher, guv'." He began, approaching the hairy creature. "Names Fenric. Sorcerer and coniving rogue. S'pleasure."

"Sorcerer, eh?" said Fintan as he stood alongside the other dwarf. "An' you look like a man, no less. If that's the case, ya need not say yer a rogue - all sorcerers are rogues. Anyway," Fintan looked at the other dwarf and, surprisingly, gave a friendly smile, "it's good to be seein' another dwarf on board, matey! I get sick o' men an' the occasional elf - gets to feelin' a bit lonely when ya don't see any o' yer kin fer years at a time. I'm Fintan - pleasure to meet ye."

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 08:39 PM

Vailin sat down on the rail of the ship, confident that he wouldn't fall. He took a couple minutes to contemplate what the captain had said. Indeed, he thought he had been somewhat forward with the crew, in a bad sort of way. However, Vailin understood that Sir Aquilonis had not meant for it to sound like that. Thus, the elf took no offense.

Vailin looked around at the crew - it was much larger than he had earlier anticipated. The races were dominated by humans, although he did see a couple of dwarves. There was also another elf - a night elf! - and a half-elf, who Vailin suspected also had a tinge of night elven in him. The full night elf was already speaking with someone, however, so Vailin made his way toward the half elf. "Good day, friend!" Vailin said warmly. "Might I know your name?"

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 09:28 PM

"'as-salāmu calaykum, my name is Javed Shazad, my friend is Vala D'Arthao." Dhamid nodded to the man and bowed his head to the woman in respect. "We actually began this voyage aboard The Salty Seal, commanded by a captain of seemingly lesser character. The two ships met and the was, unfortunately, a bit of a confrontation. After sailing to Artorius we and many of the other crew chose to leave aboard the Dragon." Dhamid nodded thoughtfully. Certainly, this ship had more of a history than he had originally thought.

Vala spoke next. "Let's not forget how Roland then pursued us at a distance, waiting for us to do the dirty job for him. Or how we were attacked by a giant sea serpent, with venom raining from it's maw. This is only the tip of the iceberg. If the next thing we encounter is a Taurian galley, i will not be surprised." Vala grinned at Javed. "So, Dhamid Saramkha, you can expect quite an adventure. Welcome aboard"

Dhamid was impressed with the tale. Clearly, Vala spoke truthfully. "Thank you both for your warm welcome. It seems as if this ship was full of people with questionable loyalty even before this second group joined. I suggest that we southerners stick together. If hostilities do ignite, we will know our friends have our backs. May I ask what happened to the former captain Roland?"

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 09:32 PM

"Well met Cyprian," he said, "It's great to see another from Illikon. Out of curiosity, what brings you to this journey? Thirst for adventure, treasure, glory?" Cyprian shook his head. He couldn't tell the Imperial why exactly he was on this ship. It would raise too much suspicion. Best for now to use what he had thought of earlier.

"Not so much. Long I have been a crewman of captain Ghalib, running endless circles through the sea, keeping watch for those who would harm the village. I crave to see the lands beyond, for many years I have seen nothing but the village, the boat, and distant shores. That is why I am here. Once this quest has reached it's conclusion, I will gladly return to Ghalib, for he leads a a comfortable life. At least comfortable for my tastes." Cyprian thought he did a fairly good job of convincing the man.

"Ryan of Illikon, or I suppose simply Ryan. I wonder if you could elaborate on the Journey so far. Has it been a peaceful voyage?" From the looks of these people, the half-unintelligible mutters Cyprian had heard earlier, and how heavily armed they remained it seemed clear to Cyprian that the voyage had not gone smoothly. Still, he wanted more details. And better to let Ryan explain what exactly had happened.

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 09:47 PM

"Sorcerer, eh? An' you look like a man, no less. If that's the case, ya need not say yer a rogue - all sorcerers are rogues. Anyway,"

"Aww, c'mon 'en, mate. That's no way t'greet a bloke."

Fenric flashed a smile, which looked more like the look a cat gets when it's about to pounce on a rat. His green eyes (Though many would have thought they were blue just a minute ago.) stared right into a man's soul.

"Yer Cap'n Fintan, 'en? Well, I h'admit I was expectin' summun' a little...taller. But no skin of m' teeth. Ha! Well, 'en, when we cast off, Cap'n?"

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 10:06 PM

[There sure are a lot of birds on this ship.]

The Recluse did not awaken suddenly in his private bunk, but rather found himself stirring just slightly more than previously, enough to finally convince him to climb out of his bed. He had tossed and turned all night long, kept awake by the incessant yelping of a bothersome mutt. It wasn't that the old man felt guilty, but he really wished that he had at least kept some of the meet, for right around now he was beginning to tire of the taste of stale bread and dried jerky. He craved something a bit more juicy and solid, but he had not tasted such a thing for weeks. He hadn't quite attained the amount of sleep that he needed to restore his strength in the span of such a restless night, but it would have to do. He might need to retire early today, however.

Theriot prepared himself for the day and made himself presentable, then unblocked the door and took a sidelong glance at the room's second bed, concerned that someone might take it for themselves. Theriot needed his privacy. He was an elderly man, and he could not afford to be kept awake by the ruckus caused by youngsters over-eager for adventure. If someone took the bunk, he would deal with them later.

The old man shuffled up to the top deck of the ship, and already he could hear the restless shuffling and chatter of all the annoying young people aboard the vessel. He wasn't used to this new ship yet, and still he had no true allies - not that he was here to make friends. Theriot was dreading a day spent aboard a vessel of complete strangers, each one more questioning and irritating than the last, but once he swung open the door to the outside he realized just how bad the situation truly was.

There were a lot of people now - at least twice as many as yesterday, half of them being new faces. If one were to come across this ship now, leaving from a Southern settlement, it would be believed that the ship was transporting slaves. Oh, and look, there was an enslaved savage on the ship. Elves, dwarves, cloaked creatures and an obvious giant with hair the color of Hell's fire - they were all here. There were even a number of flying rats screeching and cawing as they circled above the ship in the ocean air. They weren't scavengers, but birds of prey. It seemed as though the ship had a rather pathetic escort entourage. Theriot stuck out like a sore thumb, and he would most likely be questioned immediately by everyone who saw the peculiar old man aboard the ship.

The attention was already drawn to him. The old man would have to think quickly. People were looking at him, and squinting. His eyes darted from one to the next, quite terrified of the possibilities. Then, he had an idea - a brilliant one. Clearing his throat and speaking casually - though intentionally loudly, as if he were one of those obnoxious loud-talkers - he stammered, "Oh, boy, that was a nasty one just now." Obviously no one knew what he spoke of, so he continued, speaking to everyone and no one at the same time, just like a silly delirious old man. "A bit gassy I am this fine morning. A bit backed up, actually. I pray the smell bothers no one."

Theriot kept an innocent face and continued to look cautiously from one adventurer to the next, wishing with all his will that he had taken the time to learn of a way to produce a foul smell with his gift. That would surely keep them away, but unfortunately he knew no such trick. His word of warning would have to be enough. Yes, surely there were far too many passengers on this vessel. They truly needed another fire.

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 10:30 PM

"Ryan of Illikon, or I suppose simply Ryan. I wonder if you could elaborate on the Journey so far. Has it been a peaceful voyage?" From the looks of these people, the half-unintelligible mutters Cyprian had heard earlier, and how heavily armed they remained it seemed clear to Cyprian that the voyage had not gone smoothly. Still, he wanted more details. And better to let Ryan explain what exactly had happened.

Ryan clenched his jaw. He shook his head, took a deep breath, and cleared his throat, "Not to long ago, maybe a week, we started off on this journey under a man called Roland on the vessel the Salty Seal. It started off as any simple sailing would have. Eventually, mist rolled in, and we were attacked by mercenaries, vikings you could say. They had a demon of a man who could control fire," he lifted his shirt and sleeves, showing burn scars in various areas on his muscled torso and arms, and then dropped it down, "That's exactly what I received. I can't remember how it ended; all I know is that after it did, I had my wounds treated.

"After that, Nathan Aquilonis and his crew on this ship assaulted us. When that happened, we can say that a sort of mutiny occured, splitting us into two sides. I fought for the Seal along with a few others, and the same amount fought for the Dragon," he lifted his shirt once more to about where his ribcage would be revealing a thin, though obviously deep scar, he dropped the shirt and continued, "The sailor I was fighting, luckily for me, deemed me innocent and let me live, leaving me laying on the deck helplessly. After the skirmish ended, the Seal and Dragon sailed close to eachother to port, mainly because Aquilonis had been taken captive; all members being able to choose which ship they wanted to stay on. I felt like I'd be a mutineer if I betrayed Roland, and I remained on the Seal." He grabbed his waterskin and took a small draught.

"Anyway, some of the mutineers freed Aquilonis when we made port, where I was healed. They then overtook the Dragon once more and sailed away. I don't know what happened on that vessel afterwards, you'll have to ask another for that portion, but we began setting sail in the same path as Aquilonis. We found one of the mutineers on the ship, and we were dealing on what her fate would be. I suggested not to kill her, but leave her in the next suitable port. I don't know how it happened, but a fire overtook the Seal. I and a few others were able to dive into the water to a dinghies. We... lost a few crew members on the Seal. We rowed to this ship, seeing as it was close and there was nowhere else to go, and it seemed like they too had just ended some severe disaster. We were welcomed to join the crew, and we did, having no choice. A man arrested Roland, and after that, we sailed into port." He took another sip of his waterskin, "That was a bit of an ear full, and I might have gotten a few details wrong, but that's how it happened."

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 10:55 PM

Cyprian listened patiently, intrigued and surprised by the events that the crew had gone through. It certainly hadn't been a peaceful journey. He listened intently to every detail, even intently looking at the wounds Ryan had received. This man was telling the truth, he was sure of that from the way he recalled events and the sure evidence upon the mans skin. He saw the way Ryan paused sorrowfully as he mentioned those lost in the fire. Perhaps Ryan had simply cared for his comrades, perhaps there was someone in particular he was close to. Still, the tragedy was fresh in Ryan's mind, and Cyprian genuinely felt sorry for him.

"A tragic journey, at best. A great pity to lose so many. Let us hope the rest of our voyage goes fairly smoothly, and that few among this crew are lost." Cyprian paused, and still saw sorrow on the face of the face of the adventurer, despite how he may have been trying to hide it. Perhaps it was time to take Ryan's mind off the previous voyage.

"Alas, a fascinating crew is aboard this ship is it not? Dwarves and Elves, women of such beauty, a monstrous giant. Even you, Ryan of Illikon, have a sword of such unique design. A wonder, it shall be, to sail upon such a ship."

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Posted 05 September 2010 - 11:21 PM

A lot of people indeed... muttered Hadrian as he looked around at his compatriots. Quickly judging by the wide variety of backgrounds in this crew, he knew there would probably be some tension. Adventurers never seemed to work together very well.
Well, if it comes to blows, I would very much like to have something in my favor, such as... his thought trailed off as he set eyes on a massive behemoth of a man, a barbarian by the looks of him. No, his skin was too dark for that... almost like a massive southerner, or a slave like the kind he had remembered seeing passing through his village occasionally. He'll do, if he doesn't twist my head off.
Taking a deep breath to collect his nerve, he strode up to the towering fellow, waving a greeting. "Ahoy there, big one. What brings you all the way to the high seas? Aside from the boat, of course," he chuckled.

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Posted 06 September 2010 - 01:05 AM

"I'll keep it in mind," Novak said. He removed his hand from his sword's hilt, and extended it. "I don't mean any ill will, sai," he said again. "My past is merely... my own."

Harry seemed a bit reluctant to shake Novak's hand once again, especially right after nearly coming to blows with the man. In an effort to bury the hatchet the tall red-head took Novak's hand in his and shook, but the handshake was forced and far less friendly then Harry's previous one. Victor still watched Novak's every movement from Harry's shoulder, clearly not trusting the man despite his claims.

"I can respect your request for privacy, but I can't respect the fact that you immediately suspected I was a bounty hunter. If you get so jumpy about events in your past, then how can you trust anyone on this ship? We could all be waiting to turn you in when its convenient, especially if there is a price on your head." Harry paused after that last statement, letting it sink in for effect. "But you can trust me. It seems that we are both in very similar situations Novak, I myself don't want any secrets from my own past to be exposed."

Just then a disgustingly old man who probably reeked of pig grease emerged from below-deck. He cleared his throat loud enough to draw the attention of all on board the vessel before he began to talk about his bodily functions. "Oh, boy, that was a nasty one just now." Obviously no one knew what he spoke of, so he continued, speaking to everyone and no one at the same time, just like a silly delirious old man. "A bit gassy I am this fine morning. A bit backed up, actually. I pray the smell bothers no one."

Harry nearly upchucked in his own throat and subconsciously took a step back from the old man. Harry distrusted old people and for that matter anyone else who was useless. The elderly served no function but to rant and complain about the good ole' days and to require help with even the most meager task. If this man was honestly considered to be a member of the crew, then the captain must be an idiot. This old man was just another mouth to feed and Harry would probably be stuck doing the old man's work for him.

Harry turned to Novak and spoke. "I suppose I should ask you about the old members of the crew. Anyone who I should know about or watch out for? That, and who is that old man, and would anyone around here mind if I introduced his face to my steel boots before he stinks up our sleeping quarters below deck?"

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#36 broons

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Posted 06 September 2010 - 01:52 AM

Novak laughed, and said, "That man is an oddity - but we all are aboard this ship. Most of us were sailing with a different Captain, who turned out to be a traitor and a fiend. We've seen combat together, all of us. The adventurers here know how to depend on one another. We may not all get along, but we are a crew. We'll do what needs doing and survive."

He paused, and thought for a moment.

"Our new Captain is a decent man, I believe. He's fair to his allies and enemies. But the only man on the crew I truly trust is Sir William. He is an honorable man, but loyal to the Empire above anything else."

Novak began to turn away, and then stopped. "And once again, sai," he said, "I meant no ill assuming you were a bounty hunter. I have merely had to face them many times in my life, and the thought of facing another, so close to freedom... it wearies me."

He turned and left without another word.

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#37 kilosilvey

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Posted 06 September 2010 - 04:11 AM

Since the captains' less than warm welcome, Sorren had been watching his back even more than usual. To be safe, he found himself a corner in which to stand, so he was able to survey the crew milling about the ship. Sorren was somewhat hopeful of finding an ally among the two full blood night elves on the ship. He noticed one of them had glanced his way before going to speak with someone else, and was rather startled when the other night elf walked up from the side and began talking to him Good day, friend! the stranger said Might I know your name?
Sorren looked up and said, warily, "My name is Sorren, Sorren Kyrah, who might you be?" After waiting for an answer, Sorren stated, "I have to say, despite my heritage, I've never met another night elf before."
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#38 Lord Cheese Con

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Posted 06 September 2010 - 05:10 AM

Vladimir looked about the deck. People were talking to other people. Nothing that interested the bard. He noticed people creeping away from a central location. PERFECT!!! Vladimir shouted in his head. He walked over to the spot, not noticing the old man at all, and produced his lute. After a brief tuning he called out in the thick accent of his homeland, "Comrades! Let us rejoice for our meeting and hope for good health!" With his sort of "toast" he began to strum away an old folk song from his homeland, singing along with a rich and surprisingly on key and in tune voice.
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#39 Shawn Goldenhair

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Posted 06 September 2010 - 05:32 AM

Alatania felt the sea breeze brush across her face. She sighed steadily, happy to finally be at sea. She thought about what the other people on the ship may be like. She wondered how everyone may behave. One thing she knew for certain, she was going to find out the answers to these wonders soon.
"That is a secret!"

#40 Grombrindal

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Posted 06 September 2010 - 06:15 AM

Hamish swept the hat from his head with the one hand not holding his fishing rod, and smiled a toothy grin at Fenric and Fintan. "Th' name's Hamish O'Shea, Dwarf o' the sea an' pirate cap'n!" He gave a hearty laugh, then replaced the hat back on his head. "If'n ye don't mind me askin', Fintan, where is it we be off to? Ah'm afraid Ah just jumped on th' first ship outta port - turns out th' city guard don't take kindly to pirates in their fair port town."

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