Iron Heroes - Dark Harbor

[Dalamar]

"They're too still to think they'd have just dropped the anchor, but there shouldn't be any rooftops near enough to the surface in this area..."
Covis runs his hand over his goatee a few times before speaking more.
"We're going in slow to see what's going on, see if they need any help. Unther, you've got good eyes, get to the helm and keep an eye out on any new obstacles the currents might've brough."
Covis's sailors are quick to follow their Captain's orders, and soon Take a Chance is slowly drifting towards the other boat.
"Nothing so far, Cap'n," Unther reports, hanging part-way over the edge. "Wait! There's a mast straight ahead, just under the surface!"
The keelboat ends up evading half a dozen masts jutting just under the surface before reaching the other one, which hasn't been so lucky.
A small chat later, and what was already suspected turn out to be right: Graceful Drake was hit by the mast of one of the sunken boats that were brought in by the currents. The hull was damaged and part of the mast stuck, immobilizing her.
The captain of Graceful Drake asks if Covis would take over his two passengers, seeing as how they need to return to the wharves for repair work.
"I don't mind, really," Covis answers, "though you'll have to ask the customers I've currently got. A customer's always right, and all that."

 

[Ambrus]

Damien takes the measure of the two adventurers before responding to the two captains. "Please bide a moment." Turning to his two companions, the young scribe motions for them to join him at the bowsprit for a brief whispered conversation. "So how's about it gentlemen? Two extra sets of eyes, ears and arms means a better chance of staying safe but it also means we'll have to split our take with them. It also means that we may have to trust our lives to these strangers." Damien looks briefly back to ensure that no one is eavesdropping before turning back and continuing at a whisper. "They also don't know about Ghuntomas' family's murderer or our investigations. That might put them at odds with us eventually..."

 

[Iron Captain]

Subotai puts one hand on his hip as he leans on his spear with his other. Apparently sensing that Damien and the others are speaking of him and his companion, whom he only met a day or two before, he tries to look trustworthy and as strong as best as he can.

He looks towards Damien apparently eager to hear of their decision.

I hope they take us aboard. The coin we could earn would be most convienient and who knows, perhaps other tests of skill would await us after this one.

He moves towards Bendis and leans in to whisper something to him: "Do you think they will take us on board?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"Fine with me," says Grendel. "Safety in numbers. And, despite the fact that we've been working together for a few days now, we are still essentially strangers. I mean, I would have guessed that Gregghor would have been somewhat reliable. Plus, with an equal share, they'll probably be amenable to most things. Coin is a pretty convincing interlocutor." He stops speaking after that, almost as if dragging the word "interlocutor" out of his subconscious was extremely taxing. In a way, of course, it was, and the scarred man massages his temple for a moment before letting out an enormous yawn.

 

[ByteRynn]

Bendis looks across at the gathered group, as if appraising their worth. He is standing easily, with little tension in his small, twisted body.

"Eh? We'll see. They'll make the decision they'll make, and we'll do what we must to get where we are going. My luck never plays out the way I hope, so I just get by on determination. Better not to hope now, and just take things as they come."

 

[Erekose13]

"Bring the on board, if we find out that they have been working with that Stranger then all the better to have them within reach than out there in the unknown. We could use some muscle with Gregghor in jail." replies Ghuntomas.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"More muscle. We could use more muscle," says Grendel. "I mean, what do you think I do?"

 

[Ambrus]

Damien looks curiously at Grendel for a moment before nodding in agreement. Odd, the further out to sea he gets the more peculiar his speech. Turning back towards the captains and the two new passengers Damien breaks into a sincere smile and says: "It seems the three of us are in agreement; we'd welcome these two gentleman on our expedition." Nodding to Covis, the young scribe puts a foot up onto the gunwale and reaches a hand across the gap between the ships to help the two men to cross. "My name's Damien."[Sblock=Damien's description]Damien is a fair skinned young man in his late teens. His thin frame combined with his six foot height gives him a mildly lanky appearance. He keeps his light brown hair trimmed to a finger's length and his face clean shaven. Since Damien regularly travels on foot he prefers to dress in a pair of practical breeches and boots with a thigh-length tunic rather than wearing a traditional scholar's ankle length robe. Over the tunic he wears a stiff leather jerkin along with a sleeved burgundy cloak for added warmth. He carries his trade tools and possessions, oddly perhaps, in a canvas and leather mariner's bag slung over his shoulder. He appears unarmed.[/Sblock]Nodding towards the shorter of his two companions, Damien simply introduces the man by saying "...this is Grendel".[Sblock=Grendel's description]Grendel is short and stocky, with skin and hair bleached and bronzed by the sun. His muscular arms are covered with tattoos, a reminder of his days at sea, and his body is laced with scars, a remnant of his participation in bare knuckles fighting contests on the docks during shore leave. Stubborn and methodical, Grendel has a hard time making quick decisions, aiming, instead, to outlast all opponents and detractors. Life for the young man is nothing but a war of attrition, and he fully intends to be the last man standing.[/Sblock]Nodding in turn towards the taller of the two, Damien says simply "and Ghuntomas".[Sblock=Ghuntomas' description]Ghuntomas is a tall wild haired individual in his early thirties. With dark brown eyes and a tanned complexion as well as a generally unkempt nature, he looks rather disheveled. He usually wears his traveling leathers, carrying his sword and shield in hand as he moves through the wilds. At home outside the comforts of a big city, Malador is a strange sight to him.[/Sblock]

 

[ByteRynn]

Bendis steps foward, bowing slightly at the waste, and says, "Hello, my name is Bendis Lancaster...thank you for allowing us on your voyage...we've had some problems here."

Description: [sblock] Bendis is VERY short. His face is deeply scarred and twisted. He has striking green eyes, whispy red-blong hair, and a short-cut beard, curled at the bottom. His clothes and armor are fairly nice, and he wears two small blades on his belt.[/sblock]

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Grendel looks at the short, scarred man. Short and scarred. That's no way to go through life. "I'm Grendel. Pleased to meet you, although would that it were under better circumstances. You're lucky we came along, judging by the shape of her hull."[sblock]Ah, we never see ourselves quite as others see us. [/sblock]