"No, I didn't bleeding get paid in advance, but ain't no one else going to hire us in this state. It's not bloody suicide. Just shut your yaps, you bloody dog-cocked porthole-lickers, that's the girl there."
The ship that Naia led the heroes to - which was at no port of any calling, but instead a rocky shore and awaiting landing boats - was a .. less than fantastic looking example of an airship. Wait, wasn't this venture to be made by sea? Odd, that, but the old Viper-class warship had certainly seen better days. Many of the planks and parts of the hull had obviously been replaced here and there, or simply had layers of boromandite pounded atop the vessel. The starweave sails were likewise, the same sort of motley patchwork. There looked - and smelled - like there had been a fire on the ship, but no time recently. Faded paint on the hull named her "The Lady Defiler, though the word 'Lady' had been hastily scrawled over the original name of the Shar`Vaire vessel. The captain - a short, hawk-nosed Tashrani, with dark hair and eyes and a pencil-thin beard and oiled, slightly curled mustache - swaggered about the deck with all the confidence of an alpha wolf, and about twice the bark for his crew.
The trip to the airship was short, though the landing boat evidently had leaks, and so most had slightly wet feet when they were hauled aboard the Defiler, which was more than uncomfortable when this far North, even in the warmest seasons. The Captain grinned at the group, though.. eyes fell on Seti and Rowan, and his brows raised. How could the 'great' Captain Marko Virale, the kamikaze privateer forget that pair.
"Naia, Naia, Naia. Dear Naia. You should have mentioned that we had mutual friends when we negotiated passage on my lady here. It has been a few years, but I owe this ranger my life." Doubtful now he would return any coin, save for the condition that he offered Naia previously. And if her refusal was any indication, well.. that arrangement would never be acceptable.
"That all aside, the men can bed with the crew. The ladies, you might bed with me, yes? And if that is not acceptable, there is a place in the hold that will do well enough. The ... ah, Knight... paid well her coin to ensure a hasty trip, and we will be there quickly. This lady does not look so much, no, but she is one of a kind. And do not worry, I am expecting that we will be attacked on the way. Half the fun is guessing what! I'll wager six silver that we cross Ghora first, yes? Yes."
The Captain... apparently thought the idea of crossing a giant shark/polar bear monster was hilarious.
"We set sail in ten minutes. Best get anything you need to taken care of now, and put on your sea legs. This might well be on Xos of a trip."
Naia bristled just slightly, it wasn't often she actually showed bother around people, but she had been saying for the better part of a week that the captain of this particular vessel bothered her. Unfortunately, when she drew herself up to her full height it wasn't all that tall comparatively and it just did little more than emphasise the wealth and bounty of her chest.
"Captain Virale, thank you for the welcome." the woman moved her eyes around to the party that she brought with her. Though she was put off by him knowing Seti, lofting her brows at this "I wasn't actually aware that you knew anyone among our party. But I am glad you have a friend among us." the Knight wasn't going to comment on Marko's previous offer in terms of how to cut off the cost of the journey. Though she rarely acknowledged Emma's comments to the jealous of attention, it made her uncomfortable to hear them so she wasn't about to bring it up. Turning her eyes to look at the party assembled, she gave them a small and encouraging smile.
"As I said, I have faith that our Captain will see us securely to our destination. But if any of you would like to change your mind and withdraw accompanying us on this voyage you are more than welcome to do so now without any ill will." Eyes passing from Emma, to Shamus, running over Woten and lingering on the new-comer Rei before passing to Seti and Rowan. "I appreciate that you have been willing to join me in this, even if I haven't been able to in some instances speak to you in full about what our goal is." giving those assembled ample time to speak in request to leave after seeing the ship and the crew and the captain.
Turning her eyes to said captain however, the Knight once more bristled just a touch in looking at him, she'd ignored the hesitation on speaking her a knight moments before, tone acerbic. "A hasty trip, yes." Though she turned a stiffened spine on him and put her smile back on to direct it at the members of the party. "I hope no one is.. ah.. prone to sea sickness." as she hoisted her bag and pulled her fur lined cloak more tightly about herself over the baby blue of her robes.
Emma has suspicions, but that might just be because Sentis' suspicions and concerns for Naia's safety are bleeding through into her concerns for Naia's safety...also there's an angry bird with delusions of grandeur aboard that might mutiny and kill the crew with his martial arts, and then turn the survivors into concubines. That isn't something she's especially prepared for...in fact, there's a lot of things things she isn't prepared for, but that's the thing that immediately comes to mind...at the moment. Emma adjust her clothes a bit, ultimately just opting to haul a spare coat out of her Bag of Holding to wear. It's cold, and she gets creeped out when people with holes in their teeth and peg legs stare at her too much.
"So...I have a lot of questions, but I think my biggest question is...why do you have panties hanging from the mast? Also, have you been to Miroa before? And...Ghora can't fly, why would we need to worry about them? Wait...this thing can fly, right?"
Hopefully.
By LunaticRose
The young Shei stepped onto the deck of the Defiler, happy to be off the landing boat. Her well-oiled boots provided a decent barrier from the wetness, but not from the frigid water that pooled around her ankles. No matter. She had tagged along on enough missions to know that this was how it began. This was the part the bards always omitted.
Rei nodded as Naia's eyes passed by, reassuring her that she was in it til the end. Besides, she had no desire to return to that landing boat... She was dressed for the cold, a heavy wool parka draped over her shoulders, concealing the lasher leather armor beneath. The sides at her hips were open to grant her easy access to her twin revolvers holstered in criss-crossed gun belts filled with ammo. Over one shoulder she had slung a sack with supplies for the trip. She sized up her comrades, a few she recognized from the tavern, but most were strangers. She tried to gage their skills and abilities from the clothing they wore, and the general way they carried themselves. She would be relying on them soon, and they on she.
Woten stared with icy blue eyes narrowed in contemplation. He studied the ship, the crew, the captain and the captain's affect on Naia. A warm cloak of furs draped down over his shoulders with just the Vorcorium axe head of Kiisgor poking out. You could only assume his arms were crossed over his chest from the way the cloak billowed out at his upper torso. Of course that glorious flaming red beard of his was sticking out in contrast against the grey and white of the cloak. From his expression one could only assume the facial hair was masking a frown or sneer.
There was a good chance this human Northlander towered over many here. Even for his kind he was large and tall, more bear, than barrel chested.
"Yes Emma." He said addressing the painter. "I think that's exactly what he means." Chin raised, then lowered while taking a breath, adding to the small icicles that were forming around his mouth from the bitter cold. The comments of the panties were ignored, or at least he didn't care. "A sailor I'm not ... but my sea legs are just fine." he said, nodding and addressing Naia there. He seemed ready to get things going as it were.
Seti had been surprised to see Marko as well--the man's slightly boorish manners aside, it was definitely good to see him. He grins at Marko broadly, and clasps him on his shoulders. "Thanks be to Habakano--it's good to see you doing well, Marko. Although I hope you're holding up better than your ship." He gives him a sly wink as he looks around the bits of crude repair and patchwork. "But, there's also a kind of weird charm to it. You can tell that there's been a lot of love, blood, and sweat put into maintaining her."
Rowan had offered Marko a customary bow--but he appeared to be more interested in Naia, for the time being. Any who knew Rowan knew that the shoebill had an odd, curious fixation with beautiful women. And so, he would occasionally move after Naia doing a...spontaneous, but surprisingly well-coordinated and beautiful dance around her in a circle. Evidently, trying to attract her attention. Seeing the dance would prompt a groan at Seti, causing the ranger to scold his bird companion.
"Rowan, leave Naia alone! She doesn't want to see your dance!" This of course upset the bird, prompting him to hastily flap over towards Seti and begin pecking him unmercifully. "Ow ow ow ow ow--dammit Rowan!" After the pair tussled for a moment, both seemed to calm down--Seti rubbing the sore spot on his head where the shoebill had pecked him. "...Urgh. Don't get so annoyed with me! At least you're going to be able to fish while we're out to sea." Seti then produced a small necklace from underneath his robes--bearing Habakano's symbol. "...Great Lord Habakano, I pray that you will keep us safe on this journey. May your blessings fall on those who are deserving."
Having said his piece, Seti begins to wander around the ship. Rowan however, sensing Emma's suspicions, begins to approach her slowly, trying to meet her eyes with a steely, unflinching gaze. What might the bird be thinking? What mysterious intentions might he be concealing?! Maybe he was just hungry, and thought Emma might have food.
“Girl, where else would I put all of those panties? What, lock them in a drawer, and pull them out in the evening to give them a sniff? What do you take me for, some sort of weirdo?” Laughing, Marko tossed his head back and guffawed.
“It’s a sad set of events, but suffice to say our last technomancer thought a bit too much of himself, and far too little of me, so I was forced to hamstring him and toss him overboard in leopleurodon-infested waters. And anyone with any sense knows that you don’t try to man a dual-stage Chaos drive without a technomancer of some competence aboard. If the situation were dire, might have to try in the short term, but I’d like to avoid that business if I can. I’ve got plenty confidence in my crew, and moreso in my gunners. We’re sporting two half-batteries of witchfire cannons, and another two half-batteries of magmabore guns – leftovers from the previous owner of this ship. So if we wind up in some manner of attack, we’re armed well enough. Sadly, the Radiance main gun is… not currently operational, but what we have will do more than enough.” He explained to Naia, Emma, and Woten.
“Point of the story, though, is that no, we’re not flying unless we need to. Even then, it won’t be for long enough to get out of the ways of a threat, since these old Airships, they don’t do so well in the North. This thing is a relic of the Imperial Era, and though the work on her might let her hold up a little better to the elements here, I doubt I’d want to chance any more than I need.”
“I’ve never found port in Miroa – which is probably not suprising to anyone – however, I’ve … done business in the area, and know full well what to expect. We’re far enough away by looks of the maps your lady Knight gave me that we’re only in Miroa on paper, and little more. The Black Lion’s banner doesn’t fly over the rock she’s looking for, in truth. Just a rock in the water, that old sailors avoid. Too misty, you see, but some folk use that fog cloud hovering around the island as a marker along the waterways. Thenkfully for you lot, a little fog ain’t enough to stop Captain Marko Virale, and his merry crew of seafaring … ah.. reputable businessmen,” not that the man thought he was actually fooling anyone with that facade.
“Patterson, get your bloody finger out of your nose, you fucking inbred shitwhistle!”
Sighing, Marko rubbed his temples and looked back at the group, thumping Seti a little on the shoulder as he approached. “I’m alive and well, yeah. Not much can kill me. Except the time that something did, but that’s neither here nor there. Who knows, maybe we’ll find some slaves to free or something on the journey. Be just like old times, yeah?”
“Either way, we set sail in mere minutes. I need to go keep these bloody half-wit donkey-suckers in line, else we find ourselves mooring in Tamayar Shiryu instead of at Brumeveil Island.”
With that, the Captain turned on the heel of his boot , which incidentally left the sole of his boot still facing the wrong way as he stepped off to bark orders at his crew. This left the patch of leather flopping and slapping against the deck with every step. Marko either didn’t notice, or was just pretending he he didn’t.
The Viper set sail, on a northwest heading. The weather wasn’t steady, and it was unbearably cold at this time of year, even more so than on the mainland. Marko kept himself available enough to be questioned or otherwise addressed on matters, even if he had a peculiar method of captaining his ship. After all, it wasn’t often one saw the ship’s captain in the crow’s nest, or working the lines. Though the waves were tossing a great deal, at least the patchwork repairs on the airship’s hull held just fine. One would hope, however, that they indeed had sturdy sea legs… and a strong stomach.
Cringed at the Captain and his manners, but the young woman seemed eager enough to get moving on the voyage. His activity in getting underway wasn't going to go amiss with her. After sitting out for the night prior 'speaking' to the Chulgrut, she wasn't loathe to wrap her cloak about herself and fight back the cold. No one turned back and that was heartening as much as each soul aboard worried her. If anything went amiss.. well that would be something she'd have to work through with Mercy if the time came.
Feeling somewhat relieved as the Captain stopped talking about panties. Having already inquired about the state of their journey be it sailing or flying, the woman kept an unruffled face about it and only looked startled when Rowan started to circle and dance about her. Watching in fascinated shock at the dancing and eventually laughing out loud, a loosed bright kind of sound that didn't come often from her. It almost hurt to laugh, but they were on the first leg of a journey and she was apparently being courted by a bird. At least it was the least confusing type of courtship that had occurred in the last couple of years. Giving Rowan a pat in passing "I don't mind, Seti. Thank you."
Expelling a deep breath, and looking about herself. "Right, as the Captain says, the island we're sailing to is off Miroa. From the information Sentis was able to provide me, it could not be scryed on. We have little more than information from a spirit he was able to summon. Unfortunately our information does not lend to much in the way of detail and I understand that will possibly present us with some challenges. But I believe everyone here is going to be able to work together to overcome those challenges." Smiling at them all.
"Now.. I think I would like to get out of the cold." or at least as far as possible, she'd been freezing most the night away. Making her way below decks to seek out the area that would be the sleeping area for the women and stow her things.
Also, getting away from the panties.
By LunaticRose
Panties. Rei never had much use for them herself, yet the different patterns and laces and textures fascinated her nonetheless. The antics of Rowan the bird brought a smirk to her lips. She didn't have much opportunity to see them down in the Dwarven hold where she lived. As the old aquaintences and new greeted one-another she stood idly by. She felt like a stranger among friends, but that was to be expected. Hopefully she'd make her own cadre of friends on this journey... Provided of course that she made it home alive.
The captain seemed a confident man, but so were her parents and their bodies were never found. Still, it made her feel a little better about the sorry state of the vessel. As the captain turned to leave she finally broke her silence. "Captain Marko. How long is the trip to the island expected to take?" Regardless of his answer she would nod thoughtfully and follow along behind Naia, just as eager to get out of the cold.
"No, I didn't bleeding get paid in advance, but ain't no one else going to hire us in this state. It's not bloody suicide. Just shut your yaps, you bloody dog-cocked porthole-lickers, that's the girl there."
The ship that Naia led the heroes to - which was at no port of any calling, but instead a rocky shore and awaiting landing boats - was a .. less than fantastic looking example of an airship. Wait, wasn't this venture to be made by sea? Odd, that, but the old Viper-class warship had certainly seen better days. Many of the planks and parts of the hull had obviously been replaced here and there, or simply had layers of boromandite pounded atop the vessel. The starweave sails were likewise, the same sort of motley patchwork. There looked - and smelled - like there had been a fire on the ship, but no time recently. Faded paint on the hull named her "The Lady Defiler, though the word 'Lady' had been hastily scrawled over the original name of the Shar`Vaire vessel. The captain - a short, hawk-nosed Tashrani, with dark hair and eyes and a pencil-thin beard and oiled, slightly curled mustache - swaggered about the deck with all the confidence of an alpha wolf, and about twice the bark for his crew.
The trip to the airship was short, though the landing boat evidently had leaks, and so most had slightly wet feet when they were hauled aboard the Defiler, which was more than uncomfortable when this far North, even in the warmest seasons. The Captain grinned at the group, though.. eyes fell on Seti and Rowan, and his brows raised. How could the 'great' Captain Marko Virale, the kamikaze privateer forget that pair.
"Naia, Naia, Naia. Dear Naia. You should have mentioned that we had mutual friends when we negotiated passage on my lady here. It has been a few years, but I owe this ranger my life." Doubtful now he would return any coin, save for the condition that he offered Naia previously. And if her refusal was any indication, well.. that arrangement would never be acceptable.
"That all aside, the men can bed with the crew. The ladies, you might bed with me, yes? And if that is not acceptable, there is a place in the hold that will do well enough. The ... ah, Knight... paid well her coin to ensure a hasty trip, and we will be there quickly. This lady does not look so much, no, but she is one of a kind. And do not worry, I am expecting that we will be attacked on the way. Half the fun is guessing what! I'll wager six silver that we cross Ghora first, yes? Yes."
The Captain... apparently thought the idea of crossing a giant shark/polar bear monster was hilarious.
"We set sail in ten minutes. Best get anything you need to taken care of now, and put on your sea legs. This might well be on Xos of a trip."
Naia bristled just slightly, it wasn't often she actually showed bother around people, but she had been saying for the better part of a week that the captain of this particular vessel bothered her. Unfortunately, when she drew herself up to her full height it wasn't all that tall comparatively and it just did little more than emphasise the wealth and bounty of her chest.
"Captain Virale, thank you for the welcome." the woman moved her eyes around to the party that she brought with her. Though she was put off by him knowing Seti, lofting her brows at this "I wasn't actually aware that you knew anyone among our party. But I am glad you have a friend among us." the Knight wasn't going to comment on Marko's previous offer in terms of how to cut off the cost of the journey. Though she rarely acknowledged Emma's comments to the jealous of attention, it made her uncomfortable to hear them so she wasn't about to bring it up. Turning her eyes to look at the party assembled, she gave them a small and encouraging smile.
"As I said, I have faith that our Captain will see us securely to our destination. But if any of you would like to change your mind and withdraw accompanying us on this voyage you are more than welcome to do so now without any ill will." Eyes passing from Emma, to Shamus, running over Woten and lingering on the new-comer Rei before passing to Seti and Rowan. "I appreciate that you have been willing to join me in this, even if I haven't been able to in some instances speak to you in full about what our goal is." giving those assembled ample time to speak in request to leave after seeing the ship and the crew and the captain.
Turning her eyes to said captain however, the Knight once more bristled just a touch in looking at him, she'd ignored the hesitation on speaking her a knight moments before, tone acerbic. "A hasty trip, yes." Though she turned a stiffened spine on him and put her smile back on to direct it at the members of the party. "I hope no one is.. ah.. prone to sea sickness." as she hoisted her bag and pulled her fur lined cloak more tightly about herself over the baby blue of her robes.
Emma has suspicions, but that might just be because Sentis' suspicions and concerns for Naia's safety are bleeding through into her concerns for Naia's safety...also there's an angry bird with delusions of grandeur aboard that might mutiny and kill the crew with his martial arts, and then turn the survivors into concubines. That isn't something she's especially prepared for...in fact, there's a lot of things things she isn't prepared for, but that's the thing that immediately comes to mind...at the moment. Emma adjust her clothes a bit, ultimately just opting to haul a spare coat out of her Bag of Holding to wear. It's cold, and she gets creeped out when people with holes in their teeth and peg legs stare at her too much.
"So...I have a lot of questions, but I think my biggest question is...why do you have panties hanging from the mast? Also, have you been to Miroa before? And...Ghora can't fly, why would we need to worry about them? Wait...this thing can fly, right?"
Hopefully.
The young Shei stepped onto the deck of the Defiler, happy to be off the landing boat. Her well-oiled boots provided a decent barrier from the wetness, but not from the frigid water that pooled around her ankles. No matter. She had tagged along on enough missions to know that this was how it began. This was the part the bards always omitted.
Rei nodded as Naia's eyes passed by, reassuring her that she was in it til the end. Besides, she had no desire to return to that landing boat... She was dressed for the cold, a heavy wool parka draped over her shoulders, concealing the lasher leather armor beneath. The sides at her hips were open to grant her easy access to her twin revolvers holstered in criss-crossed gun belts filled with ammo. Over one shoulder she had slung a sack with supplies for the trip. She sized up her comrades, a few she recognized from the tavern, but most were strangers. She tried to gage their skills and abilities from the clothing they wore, and the general way they carried themselves. She would be relying on them soon, and they on she.
Woten stared with icy blue eyes narrowed in contemplation. He studied the ship, the crew, the captain and the captain's affect on Naia. A warm cloak of furs draped down over his shoulders with just the Vorcorium axe head of Kiisgor poking out. You could only assume his arms were crossed over his chest from the way the cloak billowed out at his upper torso. Of course that glorious flaming red beard of his was sticking out in contrast against the grey and white of the cloak. From his expression one could only assume the facial hair was masking a frown or sneer. There was a good chance this human Northlander towered over many here. Even for his kind he was large and tall, more bear, than barrel chested.
"Yes Emma." He said addressing the painter. "I think that's exactly what he means." Chin raised, then lowered while taking a breath, adding to the small icicles that were forming around his mouth from the bitter cold. The comments of the panties were ignored, or at least he didn't care. "A sailor I'm not ... but my sea legs are just fine." he said, nodding and addressing Naia there. He seemed ready to get things going as it were.
Seti had been surprised to see Marko as well--the man's slightly boorish manners aside, it was definitely good to see him. He grins at Marko broadly, and clasps him on his shoulders. "Thanks be to Habakano--it's good to see you doing well, Marko. Although I hope you're holding up better than your ship." He gives him a sly wink as he looks around the bits of crude repair and patchwork. "But, there's also a kind of weird charm to it. You can tell that there's been a lot of love, blood, and sweat put into maintaining her."
Rowan had offered Marko a customary bow--but he appeared to be more interested in Naia, for the time being. Any who knew Rowan knew that the shoebill had an odd, curious fixation with beautiful women. And so, he would occasionally move after Naia doing a...spontaneous, but surprisingly well-coordinated and beautiful dance around her in a circle. Evidently, trying to attract her attention. Seeing the dance would prompt a groan at Seti, causing the ranger to scold his bird companion.
"Rowan, leave Naia alone! She doesn't want to see your dance!" This of course upset the bird, prompting him to hastily flap over towards Seti and begin pecking him unmercifully. "Ow ow ow ow ow--dammit Rowan!" After the pair tussled for a moment, both seemed to calm down--Seti rubbing the sore spot on his head where the shoebill had pecked him. "...Urgh. Don't get so annoyed with me! At least you're going to be able to fish while we're out to sea." Seti then produced a small necklace from underneath his robes--bearing Habakano's symbol. "...Great Lord Habakano, I pray that you will keep us safe on this journey. May your blessings fall on those who are deserving."
Having said his piece, Seti begins to wander around the ship. Rowan however, sensing Emma's suspicions, begins to approach her slowly, trying to meet her eyes with a steely, unflinching gaze. What might the bird be thinking? What mysterious intentions might he be concealing?! Maybe he was just hungry, and thought Emma might have food.
“Girl, where else would I put all of those panties? What, lock them in a drawer, and pull them out in the evening to give them a sniff? What do you take me for, some sort of weirdo?” Laughing, Marko tossed his head back and guffawed. “It’s a sad set of events, but suffice to say our last technomancer thought a bit too much of himself, and far too little of me, so I was forced to hamstring him and toss him overboard in leopleurodon-infested waters. And anyone with any sense knows that you don’t try to man a dual-stage Chaos drive without a technomancer of some competence aboard. If the situation were dire, might have to try in the short term, but I’d like to avoid that business if I can. I’ve got plenty confidence in my crew, and moreso in my gunners. We’re sporting two half-batteries of witchfire cannons, and another two half-batteries of magmabore guns – leftovers from the previous owner of this ship. So if we wind up in some manner of attack, we’re armed well enough. Sadly, the Radiance main gun is… not currently operational, but what we have will do more than enough.” He explained to Naia, Emma, and Woten.
“Point of the story, though, is that no, we’re not flying unless we need to. Even then, it won’t be for long enough to get out of the ways of a threat, since these old Airships, they don’t do so well in the North. This thing is a relic of the Imperial Era, and though the work on her might let her hold up a little better to the elements here, I doubt I’d want to chance any more than I need.”
“I’ve never found port in Miroa – which is probably not suprising to anyone – however, I’ve … done business in the area, and know full well what to expect. We’re far enough away by looks of the maps your lady Knight gave me that we’re only in Miroa on paper, and little more. The Black Lion’s banner doesn’t fly over the rock she’s looking for, in truth. Just a rock in the water, that old sailors avoid. Too misty, you see, but some folk use that fog cloud hovering around the island as a marker along the waterways. Thenkfully for you lot, a little fog ain’t enough to stop Captain Marko Virale, and his merry crew of seafaring … ah.. reputable businessmen,” not that the man thought he was actually fooling anyone with that facade.
“Patterson, get your bloody finger out of your nose, you fucking inbred shitwhistle!”
Sighing, Marko rubbed his temples and looked back at the group, thumping Seti a little on the shoulder as he approached. “I’m alive and well, yeah. Not much can kill me. Except the time that something did, but that’s neither here nor there. Who knows, maybe we’ll find some slaves to free or something on the journey. Be just like old times, yeah?”
“Either way, we set sail in mere minutes. I need to go keep these bloody half-wit donkey-suckers in line, else we find ourselves mooring in Tamayar Shiryu instead of at Brumeveil Island.”
With that, the Captain turned on the heel of his boot , which incidentally left the sole of his boot still facing the wrong way as he stepped off to bark orders at his crew. This left the patch of leather flopping and slapping against the deck with every step. Marko either didn’t notice, or was just pretending he he didn’t. The Viper set sail, on a northwest heading. The weather wasn’t steady, and it was unbearably cold at this time of year, even more so than on the mainland. Marko kept himself available enough to be questioned or otherwise addressed on matters, even if he had a peculiar method of captaining his ship. After all, it wasn’t often one saw the ship’s captain in the crow’s nest, or working the lines. Though the waves were tossing a great deal, at least the patchwork repairs on the airship’s hull held just fine. One would hope, however, that they indeed had sturdy sea legs… and a strong stomach.
The voyage to Brumeveil had begun.
Cringed at the Captain and his manners, but the young woman seemed eager enough to get moving on the voyage. His activity in getting underway wasn't going to go amiss with her. After sitting out for the night prior 'speaking' to the Chulgrut, she wasn't loathe to wrap her cloak about herself and fight back the cold. No one turned back and that was heartening as much as each soul aboard worried her. If anything went amiss.. well that would be something she'd have to work through with Mercy if the time came.
Feeling somewhat relieved as the Captain stopped talking about panties. Having already inquired about the state of their journey be it sailing or flying, the woman kept an unruffled face about it and only looked startled when Rowan started to circle and dance about her. Watching in fascinated shock at the dancing and eventually laughing out loud, a loosed bright kind of sound that didn't come often from her. It almost hurt to laugh, but they were on the first leg of a journey and she was apparently being courted by a bird. At least it was the least confusing type of courtship that had occurred in the last couple of years. Giving Rowan a pat in passing "I don't mind, Seti. Thank you."
Expelling a deep breath, and looking about herself. "Right, as the Captain says, the island we're sailing to is off Miroa. From the information Sentis was able to provide me, it could not be scryed on. We have little more than information from a spirit he was able to summon. Unfortunately our information does not lend to much in the way of detail and I understand that will possibly present us with some challenges. But I believe everyone here is going to be able to work together to overcome those challenges." Smiling at them all.
"Now.. I think I would like to get out of the cold." or at least as far as possible, she'd been freezing most the night away. Making her way below decks to seek out the area that would be the sleeping area for the women and stow her things.
Also, getting away from the panties.
Panties. Rei never had much use for them herself, yet the different patterns and laces and textures fascinated her nonetheless. The antics of Rowan the bird brought a smirk to her lips. She didn't have much opportunity to see them down in the Dwarven hold where she lived. As the old aquaintences and new greeted one-another she stood idly by. She felt like a stranger among friends, but that was to be expected. Hopefully she'd make her own cadre of friends on this journey... Provided of course that she made it home alive.
The captain seemed a confident man, but so were her parents and their bodies were never found. Still, it made her feel a little better about the sorry state of the vessel. As the captain turned to leave she finally broke her silence. "Captain Marko. How long is the trip to the island expected to take?" Regardless of his answer she would nod thoughtfully and follow along behind Naia, just as eager to get out of the cold.
"Anyone up for a game of cards to pass the time?"