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<blockquote data-quote="Arcturion" data-source="post: 3736151" data-attributes="member: 54632"><p><strong>1.0 Darksail Argosy</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Lifting a meaty hand to stroke his chin thoughtfully, Captain Rentiki regarded Eltera with an expression of utmost curiosity etched across his broad features. As the dark aelf tucked the errant strand of hair back against the voluminous folds of her hood, she could feel the man’s dark eyes searching her face. Rentiki didn’t exude any hint of menace, on the contrary, his demeanor and fashion sense spoke of a Captain that possessed a zeal for life bordering on excess and hedonism. Eltera didn’t know the man at all, but that was the impression he gave her. And if he noticed the strange color of her hair, he gave no indication.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">At the mention of her alias, Rentiki threw back his head and gave a thunderous roar of laughter that shook his barrel-shaped belly and sent several dragonets that had been milling about the Argus’s masts shrieking their discontent into the air as they took wing. “Oh ho! Cat, she says!” he bellowed, white teeth gleaming brightly with his grin. Again, he continued to speak with the thick accent of what Eltera guessed was the Daoshan language, and still his words rang clear as day to her ears. “Oh, the gods smile upon this old salty dog! Aye, dear Cat, a fine name it is! And the Argus, she is no cat, as you can plainly see, but neither is she a mere boat, oh no! The finest caravel to have sailed the Seven Known Seas! Why, I’ve braved the tempests of Tephral, crossed swords with Shinorese pirates on the Zhenshan, dodged Mykosian myrmidons in the Meridian, ran cargo up and down the Solan to the Nine Hells and back in time for supper! All thanks to the Argus. There is no finer merchant mariner’s vessel as she!”</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Eltera turned back toward the ship, and though the large craft seemed rather unremarkable aside from its dark canvas sails and elaborate figurehead, she supposed it was as fine a vessel as any she had seen. Still, her time upon the surface world was short by her own reckoning, and many of her old memories disjointed, so she could not recall being an accurate judge of any ship’s seaworthiness. Focusing her eyes, the dark aelf did notice that the wooden sides of the Argus, particularly toward the stern, were pockmarked with what appeared to be burns and several broken arrow shafts. It then occurred to her that the vessel had originally three masts, rather than the two she initially observed. The third mast was missing, Eltera realized, snapped off near the aft castle where it met the deck. Something of considerable force must have struck the mast and knocked it clean off, but what could have caused such damage, she couldn’t say.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Captain Rentiki must have noticed her gaze and balled his large fists against his broad waist, muscled arms akimbo. “Ah, yes, that. Tis only just a scratch, mind you!” he said amiably, though his tone betrayed a hint of annoyance in his voice and something else the dark aelf couldn’t quite place. “Ran into some Hrundir raiders on my way around the Cape of Solannus a few days back. Bad business, them. T’was Fenrigar’s vikers, sea wolves who prowl the Abrisseen in search of blood and booty. It’s all they live for, it seems. Barely got away with a dozen men lost to his wolves. Aye, bad business.”</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">It was then that among the deckhands and laborers who were unloading crates and barrels from the Argus onto wagons with pulleys and ropes, a gangly fellow started across the docks toward Rentiki and Eltera. His face was gaunt, and his olive-brown skin tanned tough as leather, though not quite as dark as the Captain’s. Oily black hair hung from his greased pate, while the scraggly moustache and beard that covered his crooked mouth lent his sour expression with even more leaden weight. Compared to Rentiki, the man wore roughspun sailor’s garb stained with pitch and sweat. Coming to a stop before them both, the gaunt man rolled up the sleeves of his soiled shirt and hooked his thumbs into the ragged belt at his waist before spitting a gob of tarleaf juice upon the wooden planks of the boardwalk at his feet. He regarded Eltera coldly for a moment with dark, hooded eyes before turning to face Rentiki.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">“Pardon da’ Cap’n,” the man began tersely. Eltera could smell the rank odor of his stained clothes mixed with the sour stench of old grog and brine. “But da’ estimate fer da’ ship’s repairs jes’ dun come in. It ain’t cheap, all da’ more da’ sorrows, sir, cuz findin’ new men ta replace da’ ones we dun los’ won’t be neitha in dis pisshole port.” The dark aelf took note that the man spoke a different language, though this one she couldn’t place. And yet, she understood his words, if barely with his sailor’s slang.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">“Ye gods, why bother me with details, Hashad? Just pay the shipwright and be done with it! We have a schedule to keep, man!” Captain Rentiki replied with exasperation, likewise in the same harsh-sounding language.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">The one called Hashad chewed the tarleaf in his mouth for a moment, rolling the bitter weed across tongue and between teeth stained a dark brown before spitting at his feet again. His squinty gaze took in Eltera once more, this time looking the dark aelf up and down while lingering a bit too long upon her crotch and chest before flicking back to Rentiki. “Beggin’ da Cap’n’s pardon, but ain’t it a bit early ta be wenchin’ at dis ‘ere hour, sir?”</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">“A Captain does as he will,” was Rentiki’s brusque answer. “And mind your tone when in the presence of a lady.”</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">Hashad gave his Captain a crooked, tar-stained smile. “A lady,” he repeated idly, smacking his cracked lips as if testing the word. “O’course. I’ll see ta da shipwright ‘n if I can’t scrounge up some new men fer da crew, but Dracians be a ‘ard sell, dey are.” Turning upon a heel, the unkempt mariner spun and crossed the dock back toward the Argus.</span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon">“Do forgive Hashad,” Rentiki said apolegtically as he faced Eltera once more, switching back to the Daoshan language with ease. “His manners could do for some polishing, it seems. But you won’t find a better First Mate in all the Seven Known Seas.” The Captain shivered, his hands tugging at the hem of his colorful red vest, as if the scant garment could afford him any protection against the icy sting blowing off the waters from the north. “The gods take this winter chill! Cold as a Spirian witch’s teat, this damnable weather is! Pardon my language. But perhaps this night won’t be as bad, so warm is your company, dear Cat. I promised you a walk, and walk we shall.” With a flourish, Rentiki bowed low again and offered Eltera the crook of his arm.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Arcturion, post: 3736151, member: 54632"] [b]1.0 Darksail Argosy[/b] [COLOR=LemonChiffon]Lifting a meaty hand to stroke his chin thoughtfully, Captain Rentiki regarded Eltera with an expression of utmost curiosity etched across his broad features. As the dark aelf tucked the errant strand of hair back against the voluminous folds of her hood, she could feel the man’s dark eyes searching her face. Rentiki didn’t exude any hint of menace, on the contrary, his demeanor and fashion sense spoke of a Captain that possessed a zeal for life bordering on excess and hedonism. Eltera didn’t know the man at all, but that was the impression he gave her. And if he noticed the strange color of her hair, he gave no indication. At the mention of her alias, Rentiki threw back his head and gave a thunderous roar of laughter that shook his barrel-shaped belly and sent several dragonets that had been milling about the Argus’s masts shrieking their discontent into the air as they took wing. “Oh ho! Cat, she says!” he bellowed, white teeth gleaming brightly with his grin. Again, he continued to speak with the thick accent of what Eltera guessed was the Daoshan language, and still his words rang clear as day to her ears. “Oh, the gods smile upon this old salty dog! Aye, dear Cat, a fine name it is! And the Argus, she is no cat, as you can plainly see, but neither is she a mere boat, oh no! The finest caravel to have sailed the Seven Known Seas! Why, I’ve braved the tempests of Tephral, crossed swords with Shinorese pirates on the Zhenshan, dodged Mykosian myrmidons in the Meridian, ran cargo up and down the Solan to the Nine Hells and back in time for supper! All thanks to the Argus. There is no finer merchant mariner’s vessel as she!” Eltera turned back toward the ship, and though the large craft seemed rather unremarkable aside from its dark canvas sails and elaborate figurehead, she supposed it was as fine a vessel as any she had seen. Still, her time upon the surface world was short by her own reckoning, and many of her old memories disjointed, so she could not recall being an accurate judge of any ship’s seaworthiness. Focusing her eyes, the dark aelf did notice that the wooden sides of the Argus, particularly toward the stern, were pockmarked with what appeared to be burns and several broken arrow shafts. It then occurred to her that the vessel had originally three masts, rather than the two she initially observed. The third mast was missing, Eltera realized, snapped off near the aft castle where it met the deck. Something of considerable force must have struck the mast and knocked it clean off, but what could have caused such damage, she couldn’t say. Captain Rentiki must have noticed her gaze and balled his large fists against his broad waist, muscled arms akimbo. “Ah, yes, that. Tis only just a scratch, mind you!” he said amiably, though his tone betrayed a hint of annoyance in his voice and something else the dark aelf couldn’t quite place. “Ran into some Hrundir raiders on my way around the Cape of Solannus a few days back. Bad business, them. T’was Fenrigar’s vikers, sea wolves who prowl the Abrisseen in search of blood and booty. It’s all they live for, it seems. Barely got away with a dozen men lost to his wolves. Aye, bad business.” It was then that among the deckhands and laborers who were unloading crates and barrels from the Argus onto wagons with pulleys and ropes, a gangly fellow started across the docks toward Rentiki and Eltera. His face was gaunt, and his olive-brown skin tanned tough as leather, though not quite as dark as the Captain’s. Oily black hair hung from his greased pate, while the scraggly moustache and beard that covered his crooked mouth lent his sour expression with even more leaden weight. Compared to Rentiki, the man wore roughspun sailor’s garb stained with pitch and sweat. Coming to a stop before them both, the gaunt man rolled up the sleeves of his soiled shirt and hooked his thumbs into the ragged belt at his waist before spitting a gob of tarleaf juice upon the wooden planks of the boardwalk at his feet. He regarded Eltera coldly for a moment with dark, hooded eyes before turning to face Rentiki. “Pardon da’ Cap’n,” the man began tersely. Eltera could smell the rank odor of his stained clothes mixed with the sour stench of old grog and brine. “But da’ estimate fer da’ ship’s repairs jes’ dun come in. It ain’t cheap, all da’ more da’ sorrows, sir, cuz findin’ new men ta replace da’ ones we dun los’ won’t be neitha in dis pisshole port.” The dark aelf took note that the man spoke a different language, though this one she couldn’t place. And yet, she understood his words, if barely with his sailor’s slang. “Ye gods, why bother me with details, Hashad? Just pay the shipwright and be done with it! We have a schedule to keep, man!” Captain Rentiki replied with exasperation, likewise in the same harsh-sounding language. The one called Hashad chewed the tarleaf in his mouth for a moment, rolling the bitter weed across tongue and between teeth stained a dark brown before spitting at his feet again. His squinty gaze took in Eltera once more, this time looking the dark aelf up and down while lingering a bit too long upon her crotch and chest before flicking back to Rentiki. “Beggin’ da Cap’n’s pardon, but ain’t it a bit early ta be wenchin’ at dis ‘ere hour, sir?” “A Captain does as he will,” was Rentiki’s brusque answer. “And mind your tone when in the presence of a lady.” Hashad gave his Captain a crooked, tar-stained smile. “A lady,” he repeated idly, smacking his cracked lips as if testing the word. “O’course. I’ll see ta da shipwright ‘n if I can’t scrounge up some new men fer da crew, but Dracians be a ‘ard sell, dey are.” Turning upon a heel, the unkempt mariner spun and crossed the dock back toward the Argus. “Do forgive Hashad,” Rentiki said apolegtically as he faced Eltera once more, switching back to the Daoshan language with ease. “His manners could do for some polishing, it seems. But you won’t find a better First Mate in all the Seven Known Seas.” The Captain shivered, his hands tugging at the hem of his colorful red vest, as if the scant garment could afford him any protection against the icy sting blowing off the waters from the north. “The gods take this winter chill! Cold as a Spirian witch’s teat, this damnable weather is! Pardon my language. But perhaps this night won’t be as bad, so warm is your company, dear Cat. I promised you a walk, and walk we shall.” With a flourish, Rentiki bowed low again and offered Eltera the crook of his arm.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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