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<blockquote data-quote="Emperor Valerian" data-source="post: 2584436" data-attributes="member: 15043"><p>Short update:</p><p></p><p><strong>Lady Rowena</strong></p><p></p><p>Later that day...</p><p></p><p>Viktalia walked about the deck of the ship, proud at her planning and foresight. <em>I knew Siran was going to be down for the count, and everything's running fine still! Maybe I can do good at this assistant captaining thing...</em> </p><p></p><p>For the first time since the battle with the cromster, she also noticed the white shrouded form of Lady Rowena once again on the railings of the ship, looking out towards the sea.</p><p></p><p><em>She is a guest,</em> Viktalia thought, watching her as she stood motionless alongside the ship. <em>A passenger... she needs to feel welcome... and I don't have much to do now that everything else has been taken care of...</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>...I shoud go talk to her. Make her feel at home, a bit.</em></p><p></p><p>“How are you?” Viktalia asked, drawing alongside the shrouded woman. <em>She hasn’t been that talkative lately... and I think I had a connection earlier to work from...</em> “It looks like you made it through the battle the other day just fine.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes... that tends to happen when one hides under one’s bed when the cannons fire,” Rowena replied a little lighter than Viktalia expected. She turned, her eyes bright behind her silver mask as she looked at the bard. “So I understand you are now the First Mate on board this little ship. Congratulations are in order.”</p><p></p><p>“Thank you,” Viktalia said with a graceful bow. <em>She’s in a far more talkative mood today... good.</em> “So... what out to sea is attracting your attention? Mermen?” she offered with a smile.</p><p></p><p>“Unfortunately, no,” Rowena replied with a sigh, before she turned her head upwards towards the sky. “Something is brewing in the weather... I can feel it. Today and tomorrow will be fine,” she pronounced, the brilliant sun reflecting brightly off of her silver mask, “but the day after tomorrow...”</p><p></p><p>“Um... pardon my curiosity, but... how do you know that?” Viktalia asked. <em>I only know of clerics and archmages that can predict the weather... and even then, they can’t see beyond a day in the future...</em></p><p></p><p>“The sea speaks to me,” Rowena said quietly. “I am a Speaker of the Sea, I speak on the behalf of all its creatures, above and below.” At Viktalia’s blank look, the she explained further. “I am a sea druid, just as my mother was before me, and her mother before that. We commune with the waves, act as intermediaries between the god of the sea, and men on land.”</p><p></p><p>“So...” Viktalia asked, confused, “the sea itself is a god?”</p><p></p><p>“According me and my faith, yes... the god Neros, the one who guides the storms and waves,” she made a tracery in the air with her hands, in a shape Viktalia didn’t recognize. When Rowena turned back to the bard, her eyes were almost glowing. “Neros is the sea incarnate, its depths married to the clouds above, the great fish merged with teh birds above... in short, life and power itself. Though other humans,” she waved her hand dismissively towards Siran, “dismiss Neros as a mere ‘Saint.’”</p><p></p><p>“Saint Porus of the waves?” Viktalia asked, and Rowena nodded.</p><p></p><p>“Yes... that’s the one. Though sailors are a superstitious lot, so I imagine your friend probably conducts some rituals towards Neros without even realizing it.”</p><p></p><p>Viktalia frowned, her curious Chirops mind trying to make sense of what she’d just learned. “So...um... how’d you fall into this faith, if you’re a human noble?” <em>I thought the human nobility were very keen on following their saints...</em></p><p></p><p>“I come from a place where the old faiths still live,” Rowena replied, once again looking out towards the sea, “where the gods that many have forgot still live and breathe. Just as my mother and grandmother before me, I use my gift to help my people... Tarnpool is little more than a fishing village, and the villagers rely on our guidance to know where to set their traps, and where to find the pearls that line the nearby ocean bed.”</p><p></p><p>Viktalia was surprised when the conversation continued until several hours later, as Rowena fully opened up to the young bard. Rowena’s father was the local Baron, a rather impoverished noble, and the town survived on fishing and pearl diving. She had a younger brother, the future Baron of Tarnpool, whom she was eager to see on her return. Yet her initial words hung in Viktalia’s head, and even as the bard, heady with excitement at finally breaking through Rowena’s isolation, went towards Siran, she remembered the druid’s words about the coming days.</p><p></p><p>“So she worships the sea itself?” Siran asked, eyebrow raised after Viktalia stopped him, and the bard nodded. </p><p></p><p>“She’s a Speaker of the Sea!” the Formoteran fairly giggled with excitement. <em>They only tell stories of these people in my home! To see one alive, in person, just as one sees the caretakers of the Awakened...</em> </p><p></p><p>“Thank Saint Porus,” Siran replied with a sigh, his eyes flashing out towards the sea again. “Saints know, we have so much bad luck to...”</p><p></p><p>“So,” Viktalia interrupted his thought, “I thought you worshiped Heraclius, and all the Saints? She worships Neros, a god of the sea incarnate... isn’t that blasphemous to your Saint Porus, or Heraclius, or whoever?” <em>I don’t understand human religion... I don’t pretend to understand it, but their arrangements of gods and saints and holy people are just... confusing!</em> She winced a bit after the words came out of her mouth... humans were also very touchy about their faiths, yet another difference between humans and her own people, and she was filled with a sense of dread when Siran turned back around.</p><p></p><p>“You’ll find very quickly, Vikatalia, that us sailors really care little from whence our luck comes,” he said simply, his voice surprisingly devoid of any anger or distress. “Our Saints are forgiving, when we look elsewhere occassionally,” he added with a wry, sad smile, before the wry smile changed to a smirk. “So, what’d she have to say? Anything good about me?”</p><p></p><p>“Nothing about <em>you</em>,” Viktalia grumbled, “but something that might affect your <em>ship.</em> She claims she feels something coming in the weather tomorrow, or the day after. So my question is...”</p><p></p><p>“Get Visiel and Hrik,” Siran said simply, “and lets have them go over the ship top to bottom, looking for any cracks and leaks. If she’s a sea druid, and feels something like that, we could be in for quite a storm...”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“Whoohoo!” Siran yelled two days later as the <em>Spotted Pinnace</em> rocketed up the side of a large wave, before charging into the gaping trough before the next wave struck. From his perch, gripping one of the ropes holding the mast firmly to the ship’s side, he could see the great whitecaps caused by the storm. He’d seen far worse... this was nothing more than a light gale... but things were far more fun since he’d had a days notice to check the ship over, and fix all the small leaks caught by Hrik’s brilliance and Viesel’s patience. Amidst the rain, he heard a muffled noise from the ship’s deck, and turned to Viktalia with a grin.</p><p></p><p>“You like this?” he asked the pale looking Formoteran. When she looked back, her gold eyes looked glazed over, as she struggled to keep balance.</p><p></p><p>“I’m going to be sick,” she mumbled, pitching backwards as the ship climbed another wave.</p><p></p><p>“Well, here’s the side of the ship!” Siran pointed eagerly towards the foaming waters below his perch. If she fell in, it wouldn’t be that hard to grab her... or call on St. Heraclius to send a creature to grab her.</p><p></p><p>She looked up at him, and for a moment, her eyes flashed a bit of anger behind their sickness.</p><p></p><p>“Show off,” she mumbled.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Emperor Valerian, post: 2584436, member: 15043"] Short update: [b]Lady Rowena[/b] Later that day... Viktalia walked about the deck of the ship, proud at her planning and foresight. [i]I knew Siran was going to be down for the count, and everything's running fine still! Maybe I can do good at this assistant captaining thing...[/i] For the first time since the battle with the cromster, she also noticed the white shrouded form of Lady Rowena once again on the railings of the ship, looking out towards the sea. [i]She is a guest,[/i] Viktalia thought, watching her as she stood motionless alongside the ship. [i]A passenger... she needs to feel welcome... and I don't have much to do now that everything else has been taken care of... ...I shoud go talk to her. Make her feel at home, a bit.[/i] “How are you?” Viktalia asked, drawing alongside the shrouded woman. [i]She hasn’t been that talkative lately... and I think I had a connection earlier to work from...[/i] “It looks like you made it through the battle the other day just fine.” “Yes... that tends to happen when one hides under one’s bed when the cannons fire,” Rowena replied a little lighter than Viktalia expected. She turned, her eyes bright behind her silver mask as she looked at the bard. “So I understand you are now the First Mate on board this little ship. Congratulations are in order.” “Thank you,” Viktalia said with a graceful bow. [i]She’s in a far more talkative mood today... good.[/i] “So... what out to sea is attracting your attention? Mermen?” she offered with a smile. “Unfortunately, no,” Rowena replied with a sigh, before she turned her head upwards towards the sky. “Something is brewing in the weather... I can feel it. Today and tomorrow will be fine,” she pronounced, the brilliant sun reflecting brightly off of her silver mask, “but the day after tomorrow...” “Um... pardon my curiosity, but... how do you know that?” Viktalia asked. [i]I only know of clerics and archmages that can predict the weather... and even then, they can’t see beyond a day in the future...[/i] “The sea speaks to me,” Rowena said quietly. “I am a Speaker of the Sea, I speak on the behalf of all its creatures, above and below.” At Viktalia’s blank look, the she explained further. “I am a sea druid, just as my mother was before me, and her mother before that. We commune with the waves, act as intermediaries between the god of the sea, and men on land.” “So...” Viktalia asked, confused, “the sea itself is a god?” “According me and my faith, yes... the god Neros, the one who guides the storms and waves,” she made a tracery in the air with her hands, in a shape Viktalia didn’t recognize. When Rowena turned back to the bard, her eyes were almost glowing. “Neros is the sea incarnate, its depths married to the clouds above, the great fish merged with teh birds above... in short, life and power itself. Though other humans,” she waved her hand dismissively towards Siran, “dismiss Neros as a mere ‘Saint.’” “Saint Porus of the waves?” Viktalia asked, and Rowena nodded. “Yes... that’s the one. Though sailors are a superstitious lot, so I imagine your friend probably conducts some rituals towards Neros without even realizing it.” Viktalia frowned, her curious Chirops mind trying to make sense of what she’d just learned. “So...um... how’d you fall into this faith, if you’re a human noble?” [i]I thought the human nobility were very keen on following their saints...[/i] “I come from a place where the old faiths still live,” Rowena replied, once again looking out towards the sea, “where the gods that many have forgot still live and breathe. Just as my mother and grandmother before me, I use my gift to help my people... Tarnpool is little more than a fishing village, and the villagers rely on our guidance to know where to set their traps, and where to find the pearls that line the nearby ocean bed.” Viktalia was surprised when the conversation continued until several hours later, as Rowena fully opened up to the young bard. Rowena’s father was the local Baron, a rather impoverished noble, and the town survived on fishing and pearl diving. She had a younger brother, the future Baron of Tarnpool, whom she was eager to see on her return. Yet her initial words hung in Viktalia’s head, and even as the bard, heady with excitement at finally breaking through Rowena’s isolation, went towards Siran, she remembered the druid’s words about the coming days. “So she worships the sea itself?” Siran asked, eyebrow raised after Viktalia stopped him, and the bard nodded. “She’s a Speaker of the Sea!” the Formoteran fairly giggled with excitement. [i]They only tell stories of these people in my home! To see one alive, in person, just as one sees the caretakers of the Awakened...[/i] “Thank Saint Porus,” Siran replied with a sigh, his eyes flashing out towards the sea again. “Saints know, we have so much bad luck to...” “So,” Viktalia interrupted his thought, “I thought you worshiped Heraclius, and all the Saints? She worships Neros, a god of the sea incarnate... isn’t that blasphemous to your Saint Porus, or Heraclius, or whoever?” [i]I don’t understand human religion... I don’t pretend to understand it, but their arrangements of gods and saints and holy people are just... confusing![/i] She winced a bit after the words came out of her mouth... humans were also very touchy about their faiths, yet another difference between humans and her own people, and she was filled with a sense of dread when Siran turned back around. “You’ll find very quickly, Vikatalia, that us sailors really care little from whence our luck comes,” he said simply, his voice surprisingly devoid of any anger or distress. “Our Saints are forgiving, when we look elsewhere occassionally,” he added with a wry, sad smile, before the wry smile changed to a smirk. “So, what’d she have to say? Anything good about me?” “Nothing about [i]you[/i],” Viktalia grumbled, “but something that might affect your [i]ship.[/i] She claims she feels something coming in the weather tomorrow, or the day after. So my question is...” “Get Visiel and Hrik,” Siran said simply, “and lets have them go over the ship top to bottom, looking for any cracks and leaks. If she’s a sea druid, and feels something like that, we could be in for quite a storm...” “Whoohoo!” Siran yelled two days later as the [i]Spotted Pinnace[/i] rocketed up the side of a large wave, before charging into the gaping trough before the next wave struck. From his perch, gripping one of the ropes holding the mast firmly to the ship’s side, he could see the great whitecaps caused by the storm. He’d seen far worse... this was nothing more than a light gale... but things were far more fun since he’d had a days notice to check the ship over, and fix all the small leaks caught by Hrik’s brilliance and Viesel’s patience. Amidst the rain, he heard a muffled noise from the ship’s deck, and turned to Viktalia with a grin. “You like this?” he asked the pale looking Formoteran. When she looked back, her gold eyes looked glazed over, as she struggled to keep balance. “I’m going to be sick,” she mumbled, pitching backwards as the ship climbed another wave. “Well, here’s the side of the ship!” Siran pointed eagerly towards the foaming waters below his perch. If she fell in, it wouldn’t be that hard to grab her... or call on St. Heraclius to send a creature to grab her. She looked up at him, and for a moment, her eyes flashed a bit of anger behind their sickness. “Show off,” she mumbled. [/QUOTE]
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