[IC] The Port Opal Underground - Part One

[Toric_Arthendain]

Brenodan steps to the side, to allow the stream of people entering room #11 access. "So, who is it that is going to be our neighbor here for this voyage?" Brenodan asks the crewman who spoke to him in dwarven. Then, wondering whether it was in bad taste to ask the question, he continues, "Ah, that is, its good to know who yer neighbors are, especially on a long voyage like this."

 

[Krug]

Mongres spoke to himself. "The boat is like a village now. We must make allies amongst them quickly, and be wary of enemies. That elven lady... what might be her story?"

Mongres goes around, acting nonchalant but listening to whatever conversations he could.

 

[Reprisal]

One of the crewmen stops and regards Brenodan, "Well, sir, it seems that there's been a bit of an overbooking onboard the Unity, so we're going to have to move a group from that ship to this one. All I heard is that they're a group of elven ladies and that they were the first to be 'elected' offboard by the others on the ship."

Another helps the first carry a sturdy chair inside, "Yes, and since they wouldn't fit in quite well on the Victory and its barracks, the only remainder is the Illumina."

The first one worries aloud, "We're too overfilled as it is... I hope they aren't in for more trouble than should be expected."

 

[maddmic]

Upon finishing his drink, Frem looks around the room at the rest of the guests shoehorned in there. He realizes that an uneasy silence has settled upon the room. Eventhough he does not know why some of the others went topside, he stands looks around and nods politely to Haley. "Pardon me m'lady, but I do believe that I need a bit of fresh air. If you'll excuse me...." With that he bows slightly and ensures that his items have been stowed and secured. Adjusting his clothing slightly, he heads out into the hall making his way towards the stairs up. Just as he is making sure that his 'personnel items' are hidden well, he spots the dwarf talking with a ship hand who is mentioning something about female elves. As he walks towards the two, he is trying feverishly to remember the stocky fellow's name. "Ah, Brenodan, yes? I see you are making acquaintences with the crew. Always a good idea, for I'm sure that they'll be able to let us know about the goings on around here from time to time." Frem grins a broad grin and waits for either of them to speak.

 

[Frelaras]

Tobius stands above deck, firmly bracing himself, and spends some time taking in the immensity - especially to him - of the ship. The hull stretches down to the water for miles, and the tall masts seem to do the same into the sky. Right now, dextrous sailors are clambering about them like so many monkeys, rigging the many yards of sails for the trip. They almost seem to have everything right...

Tobius doubts his ability to climb anything not rigged with a staircase - like any good building ought to have in these modern times.

The boat bringing aboard the female elven passengers catches his attention in a big way - especially the blindfolded one.

'A seer, perhaps?' he thinks to himself. 'I shall have to meet her.'

But that will have to wait, as for now there are plenty of sights to see above deck.

(If I didn't see the boat for some reaosn, just say and we'll ignore those last sentences.)
-Frelaras AS Tobius Roeper

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

"A group of Elven ladies you say? I'm rooming with an Elf just next door," Brenodan says, nodding towards his room. "Might make him happy to know that there are some of his own kind nearby. Ah well, good day sir!"

Brenodan turns away and begins trying to find his way up on deck, whistling as he goes. Once he gets up on deck, he tries to see if he can locate Mischa or any of his other cabinmates.

 

[Inez Hull]

Marec leans heavily on the ships railing watching the busy port go about its business while his thoughts wander off to times gone by. He shakes himself from his reverie as he watches the group of elves board and lets his thoughts come back to the present, musing as to why elves would be on this ship with the common folk.

"Bah," he mutters, "what business of mine is that of the elves. Best mend some fences with my cabin mates instead." Marec searches out Mischa, Mongres and Tobius and places himself nearby, listening to their conversation. Hearing Tobius' comment he turns to him and says, "Don't expect them to be willing to mix with us, most elves have little time for us folk."

 

[Reprisal]

Mischa agrees with Marec, "In my experience, there's only a cursory connection between the races. It's mostly money, and status, and power that separates the people. I have no doubt we'll get to know them in some way, it will be a long journey, but I doubt it will be anything meaningful."

- - - - -

One of the crewmen stares blankly at Frem as he stands there. He snaps out of it and begins to help the others move in more nice furniture. "Sorry about that, I was just thinking about the sleeping arrangements for our new passengers. It seems that we might have an extra set of bunks in this one. We could move it into cabin twelve... it seems that another pair of beds might be needed in there. For a price, of course..." He smiles and watches the dwarf head down the corridor, "I don't suppose you could ask Mischa if he wants them when you see him next, could you?"

 

[Inez Hull]

Marec nods at Mischa's comments, "Yep, its always about haves and have nots. It's all that matters in the mind of the imperials. They've got these yawning blind spots regarding how the rest of us live," Marec grins at that, "which is their weakness if you know how to exploit it."

 

[Reprisal]

Mischa nods again, and points out toward an old lighthouse, "It's so odd being back in Lucia. I used to live in that thing for a few years back when... well, when I still had hair." He snickers and leans against the railing, "Boy, thirty-one and it feels like I've lived longer than Kennewick's Great Sage of Guelphia."

Mischa loiters around outside long enough to watch the other ships start to push off from the docks and start moving. True to form, the Illumina is the last ship to leave the harbour amidst heavy winds -- perfect for the beginning of a long voyage.

- - - - -

Kennewick places his last piece with a grin, "That was a good game, Kaufman! You're quite good at War Stones, much better than some other goblins that shall remain nameless."

Tweek scoffed.

As the entire ship jerked into motion, the gnome steadied the board on the table. "I think we're finally moving!"

Nolan yawns, "Well, as much as I'd like to celebrate another seven weeks with you all, I think I'm gonna take a nap."