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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 1, 2020 19:38:15 GMT
Two weeks was quite a long time to be stuck on the water. She felt a panic begin to rise. Her palms felt itchy. “I....I’m ready.” The jungle was sure to be more familiar than the ship. “I’ve done a lot of things in my life. Killed a monster or two. And it was just me and Demetri then, so with more hands, we can do more, don’t you think?” She tried to smile to look less nervous. Damien could tell she was nervous but thought it was about the dangers on the island, "That is good. If things go sideways out there I am going to need someone to hide behind. So when the mist monsters try to eat my face off, I implore you to jump in front of me. Because I am built for many tasks but monster slaying is not one." He gave her a wink, and went on, "You need a large crew for jobs like these. Every member bringing their own skills and expertise. You to be my meat shield, and me to do all the important thieving stuff." |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 1, 2020 19:50:36 GMT
In spite of the sickly feeling growing in the pit of her stomach, Justine giggled. “Meat shield? I’m half your size. Just duck behind the cannon, I think. I’ll be back there too. A sword is nothing until you’re right up next to them.”
“Anyway...” She looked around the deck nervously. “I’m more worried about getting there than being there, if you know what I mean. I’m so afraid of not being able to see land anymore.” Her voice dropped low, almost to a whisper, as she leaned in.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 1, 2020 20:18:34 GMT
Damien chuckled, "I know I look lanky, but I am surprisingly flexible. I have trained myself to fit just about anywhere. It is quite a skill." He replied and stroked along his chin. He studied Justine very closely, "What has the land ever done for you? The land is a harsh mistress and eventually she will eat your corpse. I say fuck the land. Mother ocean is more then good enough for me. Feel that breeze. Look out at those beautiful waves. This is what freedom is." He said with gusto.
The King turned to look out at the sea and nodded to himself, then turned back to her. "However if you are feeling ill we can go below decks. I was planning on exploring the ship today anyway. I always have to have a bolt hole prepared. You never know when the watch is going to come a calling." He looked around and pointed at hatchway into the ship.
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 1, 2020 20:36:06 GMT
"Just a stone rooster, old boy," Nigel replied, with another bark of laughter, looking incredibly pleased with himself. "But while you're here, the captain and I could use some libations." "Damn you, Thornheart. Never joke about another man's Sea Cat." The old man grunted, ushering his interns out of the room. "I would be thankful if you refrained doing this ever again." He slammed the room's door. "See, Ms. Melchior... That is what I want to spare you from." Archie counselled as he marched his way back to his lookout post. Hopefully he would see an actual wet puss... Sea Cat today. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 1, 2020 20:42:54 GMT
“I talk a lot too,” Elise admitted, the apparent hypocrisy of her position either not acknowledged or actually not occurring to her. “But I try to have something to say. “. She nodded and stared at Thalia a moment. “I’ve seen you before, back home,”. she said. “The Queen’s own project right? Hm,” she sounded impressed despite herself. “I haven’t been there in a few years but one doesn’t forget hair like yours. Didn’t you have some strange thing? Summoning elephants or the like? Sorry, I forget. Anyway, yes, I am the Academy’s Resident Spiritualist.” She wiggled her right hand’s fingers in an “ooh spooky” way. "Spiritualism," She looked interested, "Is there any particular part you excel in?" She waited for the response before going on. "I have a couple of strange things" She admitted, crossing her legs on the bed, "But yes, The Queen took an active role in my education, for which I am very grateful" Thalia went on, "The thing you are referring to is my affinity for the classical elements" to demonstrate she held both her hands up and in one held a swirling ball of fire, and a swirling ball of air, but only briefly. "A thing for which your elementalists would have made me a pariah, no?" She chuckled. “Elementalists? Best not to worry about the opinions of those decrepit virgins. Melreth’d slaughter the lot of them, inferno spells or no. But my specialty is communing with the Ancients,” she said. “Which is why I’m along. This temple we seek supposedly predates the Mist. It could have centuries of knowledge to glean.” |
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 1, 2020 20:54:19 GMT
“That is important, knowledge is everything, after all, I heard for Melreth that they speak another language though, I assume you know that too then?” Thalia suggested, nodding, looking very intrigued, “I wish I could,”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 1, 2020 21:02:07 GMT
Damien chuckled, "I know I look lanky, but I am surprisingly flexible. I have trained myself to fit just about anywhere. It is quite a skill." He replied and stroked along his chin. He studied Justine very closely, "What has the land ever done for you? The land is a harsh mistress and eventually she will eat your corpse. I say fuck the land. Mother ocean is more then good enough for me. Feel that breeze. Look out at those beautiful waves. This is what freedom is." He said with gusto. The King turned to look out at the sea and nodded to himself, then turned back to her. "However if you are feeling ill we can go below decks. I was planning on exploring the ship today anyway. I always have to have a bolt hole prepared. You never know when the watch is going to come a calling." He looked around and pointed at hatchway into the ship. “One would expect a thief to be good at hiding,” she said with a chuckle. “And the land is good at hiding them. There is nowhere to hide on the seas, and nowhere solid to stand. There is only air, which is life, and water, death, and nothing in between.” Justine pushed her dark hair back from her face and began plaiting the thick mass of waves over one shoulder. Strands still escaped to tickle her nose as she bound the end tightly with a bit of red ribbon she produced from a pocket. “We could explore a bit though. Its good to know the lay of the land. Let’s hope our pal Thornheart manages to keep himself occupied for the duration.” |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 1, 2020 21:08:37 GMT
"Just a stone rooster, old boy," Nigel replied, with another bark of laughter, looking incredibly pleased with himself. "But while you're here, the captain and I could use some libations." "Damn you, Thornheart. Never joke about another man's Sea Cat." The old man grunted, ushering his interns out of the room. "I would be thankful if you refrained doing this ever again." He slammed the room's door. "See, Ms. Melchior... That is what I want to spare you from." Archie counselled as he marched his way back to his lookout post. Hopefully he would see an actual wet puss... Sea Cat today. Sabrina was dying with laughter. The captain came out a minute later somehow fully dressed. “Back to your closet Thornheart.” She smoothed her hair with one hand and headed back to the deck. “Cabin boy!!! Clean it up!” Then she went and talked to the wheelman. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 1, 2020 21:11:46 GMT
“That is important, knowledge is everything, after all, I heard for Melreth that they speak another language though, I assume you know that too then?” Thalia suggested, nodding, looking very intrigued, “I wish I could,” Elise shook her head. “Virtually no one does. I’m quite curious how the Countess knew the translation for the temple. She didn’t strike me as classically educated in esoteric matters. And old Eastern was a dead language eight centuries ago.” She looked up. “Want to head up now? I do miss the sun. Bastion’s academies are shadowy grim places.” |
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 1, 2020 21:19:50 GMT
Sabrina was dying with laughter. The captain came out a minute later somehow fully dressed. “Back to your closet Thornheart.” She smoothed her hair with one hand and headed back to the deck. “Cabin boy!!! Clean it up!” Then she went and talked to the wheelman. "Captain, now that you have been... satiated..." One could clearly see the good Doctor blushing at the mention of what he had just witnessed. One would imagine that after liver for more than a century, onel would ahve his inibitions thown out of the window, but not Archimedes. Archie was raised a right proper lad, and had had a single partner, his late wife, Dulce, may her soul rest in peace. "I would like to touch on the very important subject that is our destination. You see, for one to better prepare to what is to come, one must have at least a broad outline of what he is expected to face." "Now, don't get me wrong. Discovery has always been my life's goal... But since this is not discovery for discovery safe, I do believe that keeping this information hidden from us could hamper our future prospects." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 1, 2020 21:43:26 GMT
Demeter took his spectacle off and used it as a mirror to wipe the last vestiges of sweat off then smiled. “Of course my good professor.” She shouted suddenly in a good battle voice. “Newcomers get your asses over here if you want to know what’s up!”
She waited a minute for everyone to assemble.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jul 1, 2020 21:53:21 GMT
Tehol and the fluffy beast that is K'rull who were up on the deck lounging, get up lethargically and shamble over to the Captain, K'rull stiffling a yawn behind his paw, while Tehol digs in his ear and then flings a bit of ear wax over the railing of the ship.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Jul 1, 2020 21:56:32 GMT
“Perhaps she had someone translate for her?” Thalia suggested and then nodded, taking her staff and attaching it to her back as she headed up the stairs, her bag over her shoulder. “That is a good idea, get to know these people before we lose some of them.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 1, 2020 22:24:06 GMT
The captain let them assemble and then began. “All right then, now you’re all settled in, the good Professor has indicated you’re all relatively unaware of the journey we are undergoing. Well, that’s not too surprising, because the last five hundred or so miles of it are completely unknown to me too,” she said with a grin. “That’s the joy of exploring. Right now we are on a sweet smooth ride to the Paradisos chain, where the nerds over there can ogle colorful birds and where Nigel can undoubtedly shoot at them like the savage vandal that he is. We are going to wait there for the Red Current to have favorable sailing conditions, which means the army of jellyfish that make it up clear out a bit, and then we are using that to sail around the monster infested Shipwreck Hell. Unfortunately, coming out of that we go through the pirate waters near the Nedrassiam Serpent, which is going to force us to pick our poison, and then we are going to Asamar, the easternmost island still inhabited by humans...if you want to call them that. Lets just say I hope we don’t need repairs by then. Finally, we are going a few hundred final miles north-northeast to this island that has your temple or whatever you adventurers are looking for.” She put her hat back on. “My cabin boy will bring the map up for you all to peruse.”
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 1, 2020 22:41:20 GMT
“One would expect a thief to be good at hiding,” she said with a chuckle. “And the land is good at hiding them. There is nowhere to hide on the seas, and nowhere solid to stand. There is only air, which is life, and water, death, and nothing in between.” Justine pushed her dark hair back from her face and began plaiting the thick mass of waves over one shoulder. Strands still escaped to tickle her nose as she bound the end tightly with a bit of red ribbon she produced from a pocket. “We could explore a bit though. Its good to know the lay of the land. Let’s hope our pal Thornheart manages to keep himself occupied for the duration.” "It sounded like he was done. And the only one cheering." Damien replied, and thought a long moment, "I could easily hide in the water. Just need a reed for air." He patted the pouch he kept a reed in for just such a purpose. "Let us take a look around anyway. I love nothing more then a locked door." He started toward the stairs down into the boat. Then the Captain came out and made the announcement. He looked to Justine, "I suppose we shall have to deal with this map. Otherwise I dread to discover what decisions our pals would make with out us." He lead her to the captains side. "Where is the map, mon Capitan. We will need to review it shortly." |
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