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<blockquote data-quote="Bob Aberton" data-source="post: 1370611" data-attributes="member: 1518">Jonah,You both pore over the map in the light coming through the porthole, or at least you do.&nbsp; Lupe paces around the tiny cabin with nervous energy, flexing his fingers and stroking his mustachioes.He shuts the door a bit firmer and then turns back to you, keeping one ear cocked toward the door.&quot;Mr. Jonah,&quot; he says, after a long pause, &quot;you see this position?&nbsp; You think there anything worth going there for, hey?&nbsp; What about this, we make port in Port Andorra, yes?&nbsp; This position is not so far; we hire a sloop or pinnace, hey?&nbsp; We sail to this place.&nbsp; We find anything worth money, we share it, equal-wise, hey?&quot;(OOC:&nbsp; [spoiler]The map is very old, concievably dating back to the days of Kazan the Red.&nbsp; It is burned and stained almost beyond recognition; either it has undergone hard wear or someone has tried to destroy it.&nbsp; Furthermore, it is written in Drow, a language which to your knowledge is otherwise unknown on the Lands Under the Sun [ie the surface world].&nbsp; As to the detail of the map, it is finally drawn, but the perspective is somewhat off.&nbsp; It is clearly of very little use for navigating, but the island which lies at the noted position is, from what you have seen of charts of the area, proportionately larger than the map indicates.&nbsp; All of this points to several conclusions - firstly, that the one who drew the map was no professional mapmaker, with little knowledge of proportion or perspective.&nbsp; Secondly, the fact that it is written in Drow indicates either that it was a Drow that penned it or that the writer wanted to take some pains to keep the information inside secret.)Nicodemus,&quot;Thank y', Mr. Arfaliunium,&quot; Weaver says.&nbsp; She sips her tea, and says, &quot;Well, I've got work to be about.&nbsp; But thank y' for the tea, an' for lendin' an ear t' what I have t' say.&nbsp; When we make port, I'll introduce y' to some of these Abolitionists I know - they'll be interested in what you an' y'r mates did in Standishtown...I expect it'll be a great help in settin' up their 'Underground Road' t' smuggle the slaves out of there, d'ye see?&quot;Malthas,You and the Orc face off.&nbsp; Your cutlasses ring together, once, twice, three times, and then you are past Anansai's guard and Tuaana is tickling his throat.&nbsp; The Orc is a good fighter, considering.&nbsp; His grasp of form is weak, and Keralthian's Third Form is in any case a flashy gentleman duelist's stance, difficult to master and not as useful as the simpler forms against a determined offense.&nbsp; He has an exceptionally strong wrist, however; when you parry his blows the feeling that runs up your arm is reminiscent of parrying an anvil.Vemuz,You hear an indistinct murmur of voices, one of them distinctly Esperantish.(OOC:&nbsp; Listen check, please...)Malachi,&quot;Evenin', Mr. Legba,&quot; the Captain says.&nbsp; &quot;Y'r just in time t' take an evenin' sight, if y' would be so kind.&nbsp; Y've recovered from y'r Standishtown adventures, then?&quot;(OOC:&nbsp; Profession: Navigation check, please...)[/spoiler]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Bob Aberton, post: 1370611, member: 1518"] Jonah, You both pore over the map in the light coming through the porthole, or at least you do. Lupe paces around the tiny cabin with nervous energy, flexing his fingers and stroking his mustachioes. He shuts the door a bit firmer and then turns back to you, keeping one ear cocked toward the door. "Mr. Jonah," he says, after a long pause, "you see this position? You think there anything worth going there for, hey? What about this, we make port in Port Andorra, yes? This position is not so far; we hire a sloop or pinnace, hey? We sail to this place. We find anything worth money, we share it, equal-wise, hey?" (OOC: [spoiler]The map is very old, concievably dating back to the days of Kazan the Red. It is burned and stained almost beyond recognition; either it has undergone hard wear or someone has tried to destroy it. Furthermore, it is written in Drow, a language which to your knowledge is otherwise unknown on the Lands Under the Sun [ie the surface world]. As to the detail of the map, it is finally drawn, but the perspective is somewhat off. It is clearly of very little use for navigating, but the island which lies at the noted position is, from what you have seen of charts of the area, proportionately larger than the map indicates. All of this points to several conclusions - firstly, that the one who drew the map was no professional mapmaker, with little knowledge of proportion or perspective. Secondly, the fact that it is written in Drow indicates either that it was a Drow that penned it or that the writer wanted to take some pains to keep the information inside secret.) Nicodemus, "Thank y', Mr. Arfaliunium," Weaver says. She sips her tea, and says, "Well, I've got work to be about. But thank y' for the tea, an' for lendin' an ear t' what I have t' say. When we make port, I'll introduce y' to some of these Abolitionists I know - they'll be interested in what you an' y'r mates did in Standishtown...I expect it'll be a great help in settin' up their 'Underground Road' t' smuggle the slaves out of there, d'ye see?" Malthas, You and the Orc face off. Your cutlasses ring together, once, twice, three times, and then you are past Anansai's guard and Tuaana is tickling his throat. The Orc is a good fighter, considering. His grasp of form is weak, and Keralthian's Third Form is in any case a flashy gentleman duelist's stance, difficult to master and not as useful as the simpler forms against a determined offense. He has an exceptionally strong wrist, however; when you parry his blows the feeling that runs up your arm is reminiscent of parrying an anvil. Vemuz, You hear an indistinct murmur of voices, one of them distinctly Esperantish. (OOC: Listen check, please...) Malachi, "Evenin', Mr. Legba," the Captain says. "Y'r just in time t' take an evenin' sight, if y' would be so kind. Y've recovered from y'r Standishtown adventures, then?" (OOC: Profession: Navigation check, please...)[/spoiler] [/QUOTE]

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