It has been nearly a week since your vessel, The Sea Minotaur, has departed from Baldur's Gate with you as its most precious cargo. So far the skies have been clear, the sea relatively calm, and no signs of pirates who frequent these waters. The captain, Morgan Freegrove, has been running up and down the Sword Coast for over a decade and has the confidence of his crew. You are still three days from arriving at your destination, the jungle island of Chult. Even the name itself is ominous and the depths of that island are regarded as possibly the most dangerous place on Toril. What few survivors that returned from that dark place tell tales of ancient ruins dedicated to unknown deities, gold idols and other treasures, and even hidden arcane rituals that unlock previously unknown spells.
Whatever your reason for wanting to help the Flaming Fists, gold, fame, reputation, admittance, or knowledge, you are here now, alongside the five companions that you have only recently met, feeling the motion of the water as the ship's bow plows through a small wave.
It is nearly noon, the sun reaching its zenith and you can feel the heat intensifying as you sail futher south. Meals have just finished and the crew are busy with the task of maintaining the vessel. You are exempt from such duties, and if you try to assist, the first mate, an older gnomish chap by the name of Grieko, tells you to stay out of the way, you're too valuable to lose.
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Feel Free to introduce yourselves and RP amongst each other. I'll have difficulty updating between now and the end of the weekend.
Baelor stands at the rail, the wind whipping his long silvery-white hair and beard about his head. The dwarf puffs contendly on his oddly-shaped meerschaum pipe, fragrant smoke billowing into the air, as he stares out over the sea. He shakes his head and grumbles between puffs. "Damnable heat. Dwarves are meant for cooler climates. At least we Shield Dwarves."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
"Then," came a soft, amused, female voice from behind the dwarf, "this would be a good time to start adapting to the heat, yes?"
Barefoot on the deck, the elf Maighan was standing there with that damnably smug little smile of hers; the one that made it seem like she knew the answers to everything but wasn't telling because watching everyone strive and work was too entertaining.
"After all," she went on, "there's only three days left. And it will be even hotter on the island."
Maddeningly, she seemed perfectly comfortable. She didn't wear her armor around ship, it was true, and similarly neglected other overgarments to wear just her vest and a short wraparound skirt, but even so she didn't sweat and the exposed skin of her face, arms and midriff and legs never burned or even reddened despite being very fair.
Mourn's smile as he speaks is genuine, and it would be difficult to take offense at his comment even if looking for an excuse.
The tall half-elf lounges contentedly in his out-of-the-way corner, watching those of his new unit on the deck. His sword Death's Edge, long and slightly curved at the tip with a single full edge and the reverse sharpened a foot back from the point, is by is side as usual but otherwise he is dressed for comfort - stripped to the waist and barefoot.
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A tall human, seemingly in his mid 20's strides along the deck. he is armored and armed. He bears a talbard of the balder's gate city guard on his person and a composite long bow of exotic materials in his hand.
"he seems to be listening to the three talking in a not when he approaches, " no heat is too much. I seek my brother's ate at the fort. he is a flaming fist, you see." he then looks to the dwarf and says, think of this as being a rescue mission for someone's lost loved one and you may find the heat more bearable."
he sits on the deck and takes a deep breath, the sun on his skin showing signs of taning, the squint inhis eye seems to always on the lookout and his nose twitching when the aromatic smoke of the pipe reaches it.
"tell me master dwarf, what tobacco do you smoke in your pipe there?"
The smallest member of the group, the boyish, towheaded Iffy, climbed down from his perch in the rigging, his irrepressible grin firmly emblazoned across his youthful face. (He had already been scolded for this a time or two: 'And don't ye be monkeyin' about in the riggin' anymore, ye little devilish scoundrel,' said Grieko.) Leaping the last few feet to the deck, Iffy draws himself up to this full 4 feet, 1 inch height (pretty tall for a gnome), and says, "All I can say is that I'd much rather be hot than cold! Although perpetual comfort is truly almost a necessity."
Maighan glances at Mourn with a lift of her youthful-seeming brow, then she shrugs in a 'suit yourself' fashion and pads off towards the aft, where she's known to haunt to watch the wake of the ship.
Baelor ignores the quips about the heat, and turns his one bright blue eye upon the Balduran guardsman. "Tis from Saradush, in Tethyr. Blended with a hint o' cherry and vanilla. Would you like t' try a bit...um, sorry...didn't catch yer name?" While seemingly well-spoken for a dwarf, he still has a bit of the typical dwarven accent to his common speech.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Standing at the aft of the ship, watching the water churn with the ships passing, the young woman seems to be daydreaming. She prefered to watch where they had been, rather to where they were heading. For some reason, looking ahead on this journey made her feel... uneasy. Uncomfortable.
Glancing over her shoulders, she noticed the others congregating on the deck. Shooting a longing look out over the seas, seeing in the far distance a school of flying fish soar through the air, she heads down towards the rest.
Her heavier leathers shed due to the heat, she is wearing only a leather west and trousers. Her tanned skin reveals a network of tattoos. Those who har seen her undressed knew that from her waist up, most of her skin was adorned with an intricate tattoo. At her lower back and belly, it was in the shape of flowing curves and lines, and as it climbed upwards it seamlessly transformed into a pattern of wines and brances, with the occasional leaf and flower. Reaching her neck, it transformed yet again to a pattern of thorny wines, climbing up her neck and across the left part of her face, ending in a half-moon dead-center on her forehead.
At the center of the moon, a pale violet gemstone was fastened by a thin silverchain to her hair.
Reaching the others, she remains silent while listening, and winks at Iffy when she catches his eyes. For some reason, she had instantly grown fond of the little man, thinking of him like a mischevious cousin of sorts.
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Originally Posted by Rhun
Baelor ignores the quips about the heat, and turns his one bright blue eye upon the Balduran guardsman. "Tis from Saradush, in Tethyr. Blended with a hint o' cherry and vanilla. Would you like t' try a bit...um, sorry...didn't catch yer name?" While seemingly well-spoken for a dwarf, he still has a bit of the typical dwarven accent to his common speech.
MY appologies Master dwarf. Vernon Mandison of the balder's gate guard. as a matter of fact, that would be appreciated. i smoke something called harvest crinsom of Kone tiacut (real name: october crinsom from conneticut, usa. he he he).
he produces a elegently plain briarwood pipe...shakes out any leftover leaf and show it to the dwarf.
Catching Sialilyth's wink, Iffy smiles and struts a little more. "That's right, baby!" he thinks, "Keep on dreaming and who knows, you might even get you a taste of this one day."
Iffy's lip involuntarily curls slightly as he sees the barbaric pair with their nasty pipes.
OOC re: colors
I put Iffy's speech in dark orange, but I thought it might be helpful to put thoughts in a different color, as well as italics, to differentiate even further. I'll change this if it's a problem.
The dwarf nods greeting to Vernon. "And I be Baelor, called "Badaxe" by some. Warrior and sneak, by trade." He smiles crookedly. He reaches in his pouch for a bit of tobacco to share with the guardsman, taking a close look at the man's briar. "A nice briar, you have there. Here, try a bit o' this now."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
A somewhat portly human of Chondothan stock walks somewhat unsteadily onto the deck. "I'll grant you it is beastly hot, but its all this damnable rocking back and forth with the waves that I can't stomach, pun intended," he adds after a pause. He puffs on a long thin pipe of ancient style marked with dwarven runes and it fills the air with the sweet smoke of expensive halfling grown pipeweed of the highest quality. He wears a loose cotton shirt, canvas and rope sandals and knee length trousers. He is obviously planning to win any contests for the largest blade as he wears a massive two handed sword on his back. The jeweled circlet and ruby ring he wears and his taste in pipeweed suggest wealth. He smiles despite his bouts of seasickness and joins the group at the rail. He appears to be entering the later half of his fourth decade given the graying of his hair and beard as well as the lines around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. He examines you all causually as he approaches though perhaps his eyes linger a bit longer over the curves of Maighan and Sialilyth. "Nice tats" he finally says to Sialiyth, "who's the artist?" His accent and crisp diction suggests he was educated at a private finishing school perhaps in Waterdeep.
Iffy sees Rych Inalys eying "his" woman, and rises to the challenge. "My what a vast blade you have there, Sir! Compensating for something, I see. Dratted luck, that!" Iffy pats his dagger, and continues, "I have the opposite problem."
Baelor raises his eyebow at the gnome. "And what o' we that wield large axes in combat, my lil' friend?" asks the dwarf, a hint of amusement in his low voice. "Are we too then compensating?" He takes another long puff on his meerschaum, and after savoring the taste of the pipeweed for a few moments, blows out a series of smokerings.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
"I'm sure I wouldn't know, Mighty Dwarf. But, ah, I would only observe that it is often the guilty conscience that speaketh when wisdom calleth for silence."
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Ooops! Looks like I may be needing a replacement character wayyyyy sooner than anyone anticipated!
The dwarf smiles, his trademark crooked smile, and continues to puff on his pipe. "So tell me, li'l one," he says to the gnome. "What be yer speciality?"
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"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Mourn smiles again at his new comrades good natured banter.
It's good to be a part of a group again. My 'darkness' and old understanding of Kelemvor's calling have kept me apart from humanity for too long. Maybe with this crew I'll be able to put my sorrows behind me for good and all and to hold to this uncharacteristically positive frame of mind that's seized me.
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A master of the art of the blade dance once said, 'it is better to be in silence and others think you a fool, then to open your mouth and prove it.' thinks vernon, as smoke is slowly exhaled from the corner of his mout. a slight smile curves his mouth corners as he is enjoying the pleasure of the fine pipe weed and the knowledge that he will keep his opinion in this verbal fence to himself. after a couple more puffs he produces his tobacco and offers it to the dwarf in silence.
After a while he lets his gaze drift accross the horizon, never allowing the vision of one, even with the advantage of the hight of the crows nest, lest a pirate advance while the lookout is looking in the wrong direction, or worse, the look out having been paid to look the other direction.
"No doubt this little one is a court jester who lost his motley in a card game. For certainly only a fool would tease a stranger so." The portly wizard smiles, "but worry not my diminutive friend. I am not 'compensating' as you suggest, for this little blade is not so large as it seems. Why it is light as a feather." At that the blade seems to leap from its scabbard of its own accord. It floats in the air a few feet above Iffy's head. "Where you to persist in your contention that the sword is large to compensate for some lack in my anatomy I might be convinced you are correct. Were I to believe the blade so large, I might no longer be able to hold it up with a mere thought." The big sword wavers in the air just a bit, but stays poised directly over Iffy. "Should you convince me, I might well concede you have the wisdom of two Gnomes. Of course the blade would fall and you'd be two Gnomes." The wizard remains calm and smiles throughout. The blade drops a few inches and then leaps back into its scabbard.
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Dratted luck, that!" Iffy pats his dagger, and continues, "I have the opposite problem."
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