Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign
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Malachi makes his way back up onto deck once he is told that the wind has changed. He moves back to stand near the Captain and Malthas and gazes up to see how the wind is acting upon the sails and how that it turn is acting on Malthas and his ability to control the rudder.
"'ow goes Capitan, Calypso holds us near...?' he asks the captain as he makes what claculations and adjustments are required to account for the wind change...
"'ow goes Capitan, Calypso holds us near...?' he asks the captain as he makes what claculations and adjustments are required to account for the wind change...
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Nicodemus leaned against the railing of the Calypso, wondering what strange and wonderous places he would visit next. Artimus hopped from his shoulder onto a nearby rope and climbed deftly up to *his* crow's nest. Nico lauged, Artimus was easily made happy, not so his Master.
'Aye, Calypso,' he whispered,'where do ye take us, and into what dangers are the Fates e'en now weaving our lives...'
'Aye, Calypso,' he whispered,'where do ye take us, and into what dangers are the Fates e'en now weaving our lives...'
dead_radish
Explorer
Malthas waits, confident that Malachai will tell him if he's missed compensating for the new winds.
OOC: Do these seem like normal wind changes? I assume they do, but I'm paranoid.
OOC: Do these seem like normal wind changes? I assume they do, but I'm paranoid.
Bob Aberton
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Malachi,
You sight the horizon with your sextant, while the Captain watches approvingly.
"All well, Mr. Legba," the Captain says gravely. "Calypso holds us near indeed."
When you plot your position, CALYPSO'S GRACE has sailed 248 miles in one day, or averaging about 10 knots - a superb speed for a Navy ship, let alone a heavily laden merchantman.
The Captain recieves the news with a pleased look on his face.
"I told y' she was a flyer," he says, patting the taffrail affectionately.
(OOC: I have sent you the email with an attachment showing the wind direction, current position, and shortest course for the CALYPSO'S GRACE. You know the drill - just state the position & course in your next character post.)
Malthas,
You feel the shifting wind suspiciously, but nothing seems very out of the ordinary.
The wheel twitches rhythmically in its stanchion, and you see Malachi come on deck with the new course.
(OOC: These appear to be ordinary wind shifts to your character.)
Nicodemus,
As you stand near the rail, musing to yourself and looking into the water below, you hear a voice near you.
"That's an interesting pet you have there," it is a young woman's voice. You turn and see the sailmaker, Kirah Weaver, standing at the rail next to you, also looking into the waves slipping past the ship's sides.
There is a long moment of silence, and then she speaks again.
"You ever been to the Great East?"
All,
The ship barges on through the night, with only the creaking of rigging and the slap of waves to keep her company.
The sailors not on lookout duty are all lounging on coils of rope or in the shadow of the rigging and rails, some talking, some smoking, some catching a moment of sleep. They know that soon they will be called out to put CALYPSO'S GRACE on a new course.
(OOC All: I hope things don't seem dull in-game as of lately; I know that acting out life aboard a merchant ship isn't every gamer's idea of fun - if things are too dull, just let me know.
There'll be action sometime soon, don't worry. )
You sight the horizon with your sextant, while the Captain watches approvingly.
"All well, Mr. Legba," the Captain says gravely. "Calypso holds us near indeed."
When you plot your position, CALYPSO'S GRACE has sailed 248 miles in one day, or averaging about 10 knots - a superb speed for a Navy ship, let alone a heavily laden merchantman.
The Captain recieves the news with a pleased look on his face.
"I told y' she was a flyer," he says, patting the taffrail affectionately.
(OOC: I have sent you the email with an attachment showing the wind direction, current position, and shortest course for the CALYPSO'S GRACE. You know the drill - just state the position & course in your next character post.)
Malthas,
You feel the shifting wind suspiciously, but nothing seems very out of the ordinary.
The wheel twitches rhythmically in its stanchion, and you see Malachi come on deck with the new course.
(OOC: These appear to be ordinary wind shifts to your character.)
Nicodemus,
As you stand near the rail, musing to yourself and looking into the water below, you hear a voice near you.
"That's an interesting pet you have there," it is a young woman's voice. You turn and see the sailmaker, Kirah Weaver, standing at the rail next to you, also looking into the waves slipping past the ship's sides.
There is a long moment of silence, and then she speaks again.
"You ever been to the Great East?"
All,
The ship barges on through the night, with only the creaking of rigging and the slap of waves to keep her company.
The sailors not on lookout duty are all lounging on coils of rope or in the shadow of the rigging and rails, some talking, some smoking, some catching a moment of sleep. They know that soon they will be called out to put CALYPSO'S GRACE on a new course.
(OOC All: I hope things don't seem dull in-game as of lately; I know that acting out life aboard a merchant ship isn't every gamer's idea of fun - if things are too dull, just let me know.
There'll be action sometime soon, don't worry.
)
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dead_radish
Explorer
OOC: I'm enjoying it, but passively - I don't really know much about sailing yet (I'm trying to learn more in my spare time) so I mainly just read other folks (and Bob's) excellent posts, and watch.
Malthas sighs at the wind, and shrugs. "Getting suspicious in my old age." He calls out to Malachi "So, how fast have you gotten this one to fly, m'friend? Have we o'ershot our goal yet?"
Malthas sighs at the wind, and shrugs. "Getting suspicious in my old age." He calls out to Malachi "So, how fast have you gotten this one to fly, m'friend? Have we o'ershot our goal yet?"
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Nico looks at the young woman next to him, smiling at her in a friendly manner.
"Aye, he is an interesting sort, but no mere Pet is he.Artimus is my Familiar, my best friend and Helper in matters Arcane.' Smarter than any monkey alive, near as smart as most Folk (Well, smarter than quite a lot o'em, but thets atween me and yerself, we wouldn't want folks to feel odd around 'im." Nico pauses, looking up at the Howler, gleefully scampering about in the rigging, to the shouts and guffaws of the sailors nearby,'Sometimes, truth be told...' the Dwarf sighs, 'I wonder if it was a Gift or a Curse I bestowed upon that little Monkey I found so long ago in the woods.No use now, I guess, I'm stuck with 'im. Or is he stuck with me..."
'Well now, miss Kirah,' Nico continues, shaking off the melancholy that had crept into his speech,'I must say, those are some of the finest Sails I have ever been privileged to travel under, an that's Calypso's Breath, that is (OOC:slang for the Truth).
'Ar, what's that?' Nico looks down on an unfurled sail on deck, where 2 Sailors have just deposited it for Kirah's attentions.
'Well, that won't due now, I mean we have just started to have a proper conversation, miss Kirah, I can't have you running off to fix this 'ere Windcatcher, now can I?'
Waving his fingers in a pantomime of a needle and bobbin, Nico whispers 'Exul anosa em Prevora' in Draconic, and before the astonished eyes of those watching, the 2 foot tear in the sail neatly stitches itself closed as if it were never damaged.
(OOC:Mending Cantrip)
Turning back to Kirah, Nico smiles and says, "Now how about a spot of tea, Miss Weaver,I have never been to the Great East, but I do have some tomes describing wonderous artifacts and places there, or perhaps you know of that fabled Land?"
Nico yells up, "Artimus, Teatime."
The Howler scampered down a dangling line, not the pace of a servant, but that of someone eager for a Spot of something good.
"And mind you don't use all of the sugar agin, I hate bitter in me cup."
(Whispered where Artimus can't hear)"He'll eat all the cookies too, if we don't keep an eye on im, a right Rogue he is at Teatime."
Artimus looked up and laughed, before winking at Miss Weaver and scampering below decks to put on the pot.
"Aye, he is an interesting sort, but no mere Pet is he.Artimus is my Familiar, my best friend and Helper in matters Arcane.' Smarter than any monkey alive, near as smart as most Folk (Well, smarter than quite a lot o'em, but thets atween me and yerself, we wouldn't want folks to feel odd around 'im." Nico pauses, looking up at the Howler, gleefully scampering about in the rigging, to the shouts and guffaws of the sailors nearby,'Sometimes, truth be told...' the Dwarf sighs, 'I wonder if it was a Gift or a Curse I bestowed upon that little Monkey I found so long ago in the woods.No use now, I guess, I'm stuck with 'im. Or is he stuck with me..."
'Well now, miss Kirah,' Nico continues, shaking off the melancholy that had crept into his speech,'I must say, those are some of the finest Sails I have ever been privileged to travel under, an that's Calypso's Breath, that is (OOC:slang for the Truth).
'Ar, what's that?' Nico looks down on an unfurled sail on deck, where 2 Sailors have just deposited it for Kirah's attentions.
'Well, that won't due now, I mean we have just started to have a proper conversation, miss Kirah, I can't have you running off to fix this 'ere Windcatcher, now can I?'
Waving his fingers in a pantomime of a needle and bobbin, Nico whispers 'Exul anosa em Prevora' in Draconic, and before the astonished eyes of those watching, the 2 foot tear in the sail neatly stitches itself closed as if it were never damaged.
(OOC:Mending Cantrip)
Turning back to Kirah, Nico smiles and says, "Now how about a spot of tea, Miss Weaver,I have never been to the Great East, but I do have some tomes describing wonderous artifacts and places there, or perhaps you know of that fabled Land?"
Nico yells up, "Artimus, Teatime."
The Howler scampered down a dangling line, not the pace of a servant, but that of someone eager for a Spot of something good.
"And mind you don't use all of the sugar agin, I hate bitter in me cup."
(Whispered where Artimus can't hear)"He'll eat all the cookies too, if we don't keep an eye on im, a right Rogue he is at Teatime."
Artimus looked up and laughed, before winking at Miss Weaver and scampering below decks to put on the pot.
Bob Aberton
First Post
Nicodemus,
Kirah looks at you, surprised, as the sail mends itself.
"You're not such a bad sailmaker yourself," she says with a smile. "Just watch that ye don't put me out of a job!"
"Captain!" she calls. "The sail's mended!"
Captain McCrenshaw looks surprised.
"It's almost as good as new, Ms. Weaver. Better than new, in fact. I didn't know y' were that good - y' mended it in half a minute, an' that's Calypso's Breath," he says, surveying the sail.
Kirah turns to you.
"Aye, I've been to the Great East once before - I've been on this ship for a time, I have," she says. "And, no, I wouldn't mind a spot of tea."
Malthas,
Malachi appears to be still adjusting his sights and checking his course and positions.
You sigh impatiently and turn back to your previous business of minding the ship.
(OOC: I'm glad you don't mind what's going on right now. Most players I know would be begging for a combat by now
Kirah looks at you, surprised, as the sail mends itself.
"You're not such a bad sailmaker yourself," she says with a smile. "Just watch that ye don't put me out of a job!"
"Captain!" she calls. "The sail's mended!"
Captain McCrenshaw looks surprised.
"It's almost as good as new, Ms. Weaver. Better than new, in fact. I didn't know y' were that good - y' mended it in half a minute, an' that's Calypso's Breath," he says, surveying the sail.
Kirah turns to you.
"Aye, I've been to the Great East once before - I've been on this ship for a time, I have," she says. "And, no, I wouldn't mind a spot of tea."
Malthas,
Malachi appears to be still adjusting his sights and checking his course and positions.
You sigh impatiently and turn back to your previous business of minding the ship.
(OOC: I'm glad you don't mind what's going on right now. Most players I know would be begging for a combat by now
Bob Aberton
First Post
ehh...guys?
I know it's the holidays, so if you're going to be absent from the game, please warn me so I can keep the thread BUMPed and alive on the first page.
Seriously, I really don't mind absences from the game (I understand about the holidays and all), but please tell me beforehand - it's a little disconcerting to find everyone gone from the game with even a little notice about it
Happy Holidays, all
!!
I know it's the holidays, so if you're going to be absent from the game, please warn me so I can keep the thread BUMPed and alive on the first page.
Seriously, I really don't mind absences from the game (I understand about the holidays and all), but please tell me beforehand - it's a little disconcerting to find everyone gone from the game with even a little notice about it
Happy Holidays, all
!!
dead_radish
Explorer
OOC: I'm still here, just waiting for things to happen. Once I get one o' them courses n'stuff, I'll turn m'self about.
Once I get one o' them courses n'stuff, I'll turn m'self about.- Status
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