Over the Sea
((There are a few rules for all of you to know. Be sure to read over all of them:
1. Scorp and I are the DMs of the RP. What we say goes.
2. Everyone may post as many times as they like as long as they do not try to advance the plot (interact with each other freely, however) and\or take control of important\named NPCs (mentioned later).
3. No god-moding (obviously).
4. Don’t take control of the NPCs. All of the NPCs are characters (Scorp’s and mine), just like the one character that you have. I don’t care if you control random characters like other shipmen, but do not say what important NPCs such as Captain Roland say in response to your question or do in reaction to something you did. This also applies to the characters owned by other players.
5. RP your characters realistically. Take into account their background, race, etc., and also bear in mind that this is a low-fantasy setting. Magic, monsters, etc., are all very rare and generally quite frightening. Try to RP your character’s emotions well, such as surprise, fear, and their opinions (and don’t be afraid to defy that tough-looking NPC if that’s what your character would really do). Be creative.
6. Try to keep OOC (out of character) talk to a minimum, and mark it somehow. But preferably, just use the sign-up topic for OOC discussions of the RP, not the RP topic.
7. If you ever want to resign from the RP, then send me a PM or leave a comment on my profile saying so and we can figure something out. This also applies to if you will be away and unable to post for an extended period of time.
8. If you have any questions or requests, DO NOT post them here in the topic. PM them to me. For example, if there is anything you do not know about the setting, then feel free to ask me.
9. Be sure to read everyone else’s posts in addition to mine and interact with each other. Again, do not take control of other player characters or named NPCs; if you speak to another player, wait for them to respond to you.
10. Remember that your character can die in this RP.
Lightning-Bolt – Cutter
Lightning-Bolt – Osgar Langley
Fire-fox – Ryan Alexander
Ro Ressan – Jacob Galahand
Star Wolf – Aries Vespillo
Ter Loki – Javed Shahzad
Commando – Sean Garbhen Mac Cullen
Darkwoods – Anya Avison
Sir_Muffonious – Theriot the Recluse
Harrow – William Sceotend Belmont
Lord Boar – Leander Hastings
Sareth – David Malkinyr
Vorgain – Roland Novak
Maximus – Tildon Ashleaf
Fenris – Vala D'Arthao
In closing, I’ll wish you all good luck and early condolences to whoever dies in the course of the RP.
Now, without further ado, let Wulfgard: Over the Sea begin!))
One by one the adventurers filed onto the ship, double-checking with the man holding a log of all coming aboard before ascending the wide wooden gangplank leading onto the main deck of the vessel. On their way up the board, many observed that the words The Salty Seal were painted on both sides of the craft. Once aboard they found, to their satisfaction, that it was indeed a fine ship – and luckily, it was also quite large.
“All hands on deck!” Captain Roland was calling, displaying a somewhat handsome grin as he paced about on the ship, welcoming the newcomers with friendly nods and words of greeting. “Make yourselves at home,” he said jovially. “There’s plenty of room here, friends. First ones below deck to claim their bunks might get one to themselves – although I’ll have to ask a few of you to share. I wasn’t expecting this many people, but that’s quite alright.
“There is no place off-limits on the ship except my cabin,” he added. “Everything else you are welcome to explore.”
“Although there isn’t much else to explore ‘cept below deck ‘n’ the forecastle,” remarked a man with a patch over his right eye, his voice thick with a lower-class Imperial accent. He was a rather skinny fellow with golden-brown hair, wearing a gold trident amulet around his neck, a tattered brown shirt, and matching pants. It was clear he had been working on deck for a while now, as sweat was already running down his bare, tanned arms.
“Ah, yes,” said Roland, looking at the Imperial beside him, “this is Flint, my first mate.”
“‘Ow d’you do,” said Flint, flashing a toothy smile before turning back to his work, motioning about the hands that were still loading on crates and barking orders up to the crewmen working on the rigging above their heads. How an upper-class Imperial like Roland and a commoner like Flint could’ve ever become such trusted friends, the travelers could only wonder.
“Well,” said Roland, rubbing his hands together enthusiastically, “let us begin.”
“All ‘ands prepare t’ cast off!” Flint bellowed, climbing up onto the forecastle deck and overlooking everyone on the main deck below. All of the other sailors had returned on board, and someone hauled up the boarding plank.
It wasn’t long before the ship had set off from the docks. It was clear certain elements of the sea, such as the strong smell of brine and the hearty wind, would take some of the adventurers time to get used to. Roland and the other sailors seemed quite pleased by the breeze that filled the billowing white sails overhead, and the ship was swiftly leaving behind the bustling port of Illikon. As The Salty Seal rocked gently on the waves, the adventurers could hear the water sloshing continuously against the hull. To some it may have been rhythmic and easy on the ears – that was certainly how the sailors felt – but to others it may have been quite annoying.
But whether they wanted to reach their unexplored destination as soon as possible or they were already enjoying their time on the sea, they would still be spending quite a bit of time enduring the steady sailing of the Seal.
It was almost afternoon and the sun was boiling hot, beating mercilessly down upon the decks. Captain Roland was at the wheel, which was upon the quarterdeck (the back deck of the ship, raised above the main deck and level with the forecastle deck, which was at the front of the ship). First Mate Flint stood on the forecastle deck, looking over the prow at the horizon before them. Under the shadow of the quarterdeck sat a tall Northern barbarian with an enormous axe, silently gazing over the sea. Most of the other sailors avoided him and his gaze, and he in turn paid little attention to them, simply stroking his thick brown beard in thought. The adventurers took note of him, however, for they had not seen him at the docks.
Overall, The Salty Seal was fairly quiet, save a few conversations being held by other sailors, who joked and laughed in good spirits while they worked. Plenty were already going below deck through the hatch in the center of the main deck, in an attempt to escape the heat.
For now, the adventurers had time to speak with each other, explore the ship, and essentially do whatever they pleased.