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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 30, 2020 15:26:28 GMT
"Huzzah!" Nigel bellowed, leaping up on the table and almost certainly breaking the doctor's teapot and a few of the cups. The beginning of an expedition required a stronger libation. No good adventure began with "and they all enjoyed a hot cup of tea..."
"Live this day as if it was your last my compatriots, for tomorrow we sail into glory! Eat a good meal, down a stiff drink, kiss your sweetheart goodbye. At noon the Mighty Thornhearts ride again!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 30, 2020 15:29:56 GMT
The Countess turned to the elf musketeer. “Now don’t judge me because I didn’t name it,” she began, “but it is called the Odyssey. Melodramatics aside it’s the finest ship you’ll see for a thousand miles.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 30, 2020 15:34:12 GMT
Justine dove to rescue as much of the fine China from destruction as possible.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 30, 2020 15:42:29 GMT
Justine saves the pot and two cups but the kaiju Thornheart goes Tokyo on the rest as he prances and preens while giving his speech.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 30, 2020 15:50:16 GMT
Justine looked in horror at the shards of fine pottery on the floor and all over her fine gown. Perhaps Nigel was a villain after all.
She offered up the pieces she had saved to the old man as she got up and dusted herself off. “I hope he’s a bit more subtle on the approach when we get to mystery island. I don’t think the cultists will just open the door as we smash our way through the underbrush.” She shot Nigel a frown. “We’re not just accessories, you know.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jun 30, 2020 15:52:37 GMT
Ceutinde stuck with her wine, apparently a wise choice once Nigel decided to start shattering teacups. She opted to ignore the chaos on and about the table, addressing the countess and the other elf she was speaking to. "I'll be sailing separately. Silly to leave my own ship here indefinitely, and being aboard too crowded a vessel is terrible for the humors."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 30, 2020 15:58:59 GMT
The Countess nodded to the elven healer. “You’ll get a writ for supplies,” she promised. She looked at Damien. “There’s your backup plan dear brother.”
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jun 30, 2020 16:02:41 GMT
"That... Was given to me by Lord Attenshire himself..." The Professor stared in horror at the bits and pieces that remained of his fine porcelain set that his old tutor had presented him. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but the sorrow was too much to bear.
"I know you are not supposed to cry over spilt tea..." He managed to utter to himself. "But this is so sad."
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jun 30, 2020 16:03:19 GMT
Damien bowed deeply to his sister, "There is always a way. You just have to find it and will it." He rested his hands behind his back. "I have some ideas on how we should use the two ships, but that we can discuss en route." He gave his sister a proud smile. "You truly are a smashing Countess. You have handled this beautifully." He gave her one last wink.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jun 30, 2020 16:03:23 GMT
Kjell likewise did her best to ignore the circus in front of her, her dark eyes darting from their hostess to the other elven woman. She didn't know any of these people, but it was pretty obvious which of the ships had better prospects for her future mental state. She straightened a little in her seat. "On the off chance you might need a lookout on your ship, I would be happy to accommodate," she offered. "Lady...?"
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 30, 2020 16:04:16 GMT
Considering the plan apparently called for Nigel's expertise in blasting through fortifications, subtlety (but like the teacups), was off the table.
"Accessories? Hardly! You are all legends in the making!" Nigel replied to Justine, with boundless excitement and limitless energy. As the woman had read Marauding with Monsters, she should know the honor of Nigel associating them with his storied fellowship. They stood in the shoes of (literally in one case) giants. "You venture into immortality, Justine...last name, into the pages of history! Savor this moment!" Her name would just have slightly smaller font than his own, but you could hardly fault the man for wanting top billing.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jun 30, 2020 16:19:39 GMT
Kjell likewise did her best to ignore the circus in front of her, her dark eyes darting from their hostess to the other elven woman. She didn't know any of these people, but it was pretty obvious which of the ships had better prospects for her future mental state. She straightened a little in her seat. "On the off chance you might need a lookout on your ship, I would be happy to accommodate," she offered. "Lady...?" "Ceutinde," She told the other elf with a smile, appraising her, "We have a few spare cabins, though they are small. You would be more than welcome, Miss...?" |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 30, 2020 16:45:05 GMT
“At least you’re still have a set,” she said to the old chap in a kindly voice. She extracted another shard from her hair and laid it gently in one of the cups that was still whole.
“It’s Justine de Vair,” she corrected Nigel, meeting his eyes as she got fully to her feet again. “And perhaps it’s time for someone else to have a go. You’ve saturated the market for how long now?”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 30, 2020 17:04:36 GMT
“Many have tried, Justine de Vair, and they’re all dead,” he proclaimed, striking another heroic pose as china crunches under his boots. “Accept no imitations! Only the original will do!” He leapt off the table, wrapped his arm around Justine’s back and motioned in the distance, as if he could see some grand horizon through the wall. “Adventure is our there and you can’t have an adventure without the the Adventuer Extraordinaire! Now how about you and I go start this fellowship right and make sure the market isn’t the only thing saturated tonight. Aha!”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jun 30, 2020 17:05:02 GMT
Thalia also took stock of what was going on and looked to Ceutinde. she considered offering to go on her ship too, but the main ship was assured by their patrons and so should be of proven quality, and decided against it.
“So as to be able to organise effectively perhaps we should go over everyone’s specific skill sets?” She suggested, in a quiet steady voice, a slight accent could be made out.
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