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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 25, 2020 17:57:40 GMT
Ceutinde waved away the offered tea. "No, thank you. It was more than was necessary, certainly, but it got the job done. For all we know, the owner was in on the plot to ambush us. A shame if he wasn't, but not many in that cesspool were innocents." Her ears pricked up and she turned as the cry went up from Konrad and the crew. "Looks as though a ship's wrecked, Professor. A few ships, even. I don't know that the hurricane could have done all that."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 25, 2020 20:41:01 GMT
“She didn’t. We just...don’t talk anymore.” Justine looked out across the water, feeling as distant as the island fading behind them. “I am the last of my name. And sometimes, I don’t think that is a bad thing.” She looked back and managed to smile. “Funny that so many of us come from good families and money. Whatever did we all do to end up here?” Silvia grinned. "It's a little odd. I thought I'd be the only one who had rejected the trappings of wealth in favour of adventure. I suppose we're the black sheep of our families. Marriage and children never appealed to me, nor running an estate, and I lack the discipline to be a paladin like my father. Just think, though, wouldn't you rather be here, meeting sea serpents and fighting pirates that drinking yourself to death from boredom in a fancy home?"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 25, 2020 20:57:39 GMT
“Yes, id definitely rather be here than there,” said Justine, just smiling benignly. Her family was not only all dead and had had all their lands and fortune confiscated but also endured years of torture in an institution...but Silvia was not a high enough level friend yet to unlock that much tragic backstory, as Kjell might say.
The calls of concern and surprise from Konrad and Zavier roused Justine’s Interest. She got up and peered over the side of the ship. Sure enough, huge pieces of what looked like ship were bobbing along as though it were the most natural thing. “Ummm, Silvia? You might want to take a look at this.” She peered toward the horizon in the direction the pieces seemed to be floating from and squinted, trying to make sense of a point of origin.
(Observation 30)
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 25, 2020 21:01:27 GMT
Ceutinde waved away the offered tea. "No, thank you. It was more than was necessary, certainly, but it got the job done. For all we know, the owner was in on the plot to ambush us. A shame if he wasn't, but not many in that cesspool were innocents." Her ears pricked up and she turned as the cry went up from Konrad and the crew. "Looks as though a ship's wrecked, Professor. A few ships, even. I don't know that the hurricane could have done all that." "Well, well... If we hadn't already passed the Nedrassian Serpent, I would have guessed we were about to face it." Archie stretched himself over the railing trying to get a closer look at the wreckage. Using his extensive knowledge of fauna, he tried to identify of what could have caused that mess. "But no, not the Serpent, this is different somehow." He mused. (Observation 70? Maybe Survival 70?)
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 25, 2020 21:04:56 GMT
Silvia looked at the piecess of ship as well. "Oh no! The poor sailors. We should keep an eye out for possible survivors."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 25, 2020 21:19:47 GMT
There are no people in evidence, although some broken crates of supplies can be seen floating on the waves. Some of the wood has scorch marks of some sort on it. A mast that has tattered sail material on it looks to have been snapped in half. “No one should be this far east,” a crewman said. “No ones come this far since old times...”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 25, 2020 21:22:02 GMT
“Someone ought to summon Captain Demeter,” said Justine loudly and pointedly to the sailor gawping at the wreckage next to her. She checked her firearm and sword. It was more and more of a good idea to keep them on her these days.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 25, 2020 21:45:35 GMT
A minute or so later the captain came topside. She looked at the wreckage and tossed the remnants of her apple overboard. “I did hear there could be competition,” she said. “Looks like they weren’t worthy rivals.” She looked up to the crow’s nest then took out her spy glass and turned it northeast. “If their wreckage is still floating anyone with them can’t be too far away. Maybe less than a day, even.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 26, 2020 0:30:07 GMT
Herneiros smoked his pipe while nearly stark naked. He had just taken his bath by lowering one of the small boats and using sea water.
"I bet you the teeth of an albino snorflax we're not the first crew our employer has sent..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 26, 2020 2:26:08 GMT
The captain squinted a bit as she looked at the wreckage. “Maybe,” she said, “but if there’s still sails on the mast after that hurricane these wrecks are fairly recent.” She turned to the strange elf trained hunter. “We’ll be in sight of the islands tomorrow. We’ll keep an eye out for anything that could identify these ships. If we have a rival here then best be ready for a fight.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 26, 2020 8:39:25 GMT
Silvia noticed that Herneiros was on deck with almost no clothing on. Really, his confidence in doing so was impressive. She strummed a few notes on her lute. She wasn't staring, honestly.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 26, 2020 19:23:21 GMT
Thalia came out on deck and looked around, she was unhappy about all the people on the ship now, but was silently stoic about it.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 27, 2020 0:19:32 GMT
Herneiros smoked his pipe while nearly stark naked. He had just taken his bath by lowering one of the small boats and using sea water. "I bet you the teeth of an albino snorflax we're not the first crew our employer has sent..." “First? We may not even be the only team they sent this time around either.” Konrad proposed.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 27, 2020 16:08:17 GMT
Kjell emerged from the ladderwell and stretched before noticing the debris in the water and making her way to the railing, slightly dragging her feet like someone that had woken up very recently. She stopped somewhere between the naked Herneiros (without thinking much of it; he'd probably just stepped out of a bath or something) and the captain, and waited until she'd lowered her spyglass. "Should I take a look?" she offered, motioning at the spyglass.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 27, 2020 16:27:40 GMT
Demeter handed her the spyglass. “I see something out there,” she waved to the east-northeast. “But even with it I can’t make it out.”
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