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<blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 4455792" data-attributes="member: 11520">Fully loaded and with ample crew, the Retribution weighs anchor on a chilly foggy fall morning. The crew moves the little ship smartly and though the wind is gentle they manage to find enough get her out to sea. Once out of the lea of Bronhelm a steady breeze gets her moving at a pretty good clip. Once the local boats are passed and their is considerable water under the keel every available canvas is soon flying. Marjory York has been pacing the deck anxiously since well before dawn. Now that the ship is finally making good speed she seems to relax somewhat. Dressed in a green velvet dress and a fir cloak she makes a striking figure on deck. Guissepe is hard at work, but he manages to steal a glance at her every so often. Grond passes the quarter deck with the new half-giant recruits in tow. None of them have every been on a ship before and he is apparently telling them what they need to know to stay out of the way. A couple of them look rather green. Though Grond walks as if he is still a little sore, he seems nearly fully recovered. Nac'Losin comes onto the quarterdeck sipping a large mug of tea and wrapped in a shimmering shall of Gnomish silk. A luxury she must have purchased in the Capital. Imparell is on duty this morning and he stands near the helmsman occasional shouting an order in his raspy amphibian voice. The new crew seem to be fitting in well enough, though a few still seem dazed by the wide array of odd races present on this little ship. Down on the main deck the sorceress, Remona, can be seen taking her little pot-bellied pig familiar for a stroll. She stops to chat amiably with Marjory for a moment. So far all seems well.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Scotley, post: 4455792, member: 11520"] Fully loaded and with ample crew, the Retribution weighs anchor on a chilly foggy fall morning. The crew moves the little ship smartly and though the wind is gentle they manage to find enough get her out to sea. Once out of the lea of Bronhelm a steady breeze gets her moving at a pretty good clip. Once the local boats are passed and their is considerable water under the keel every available canvas is soon flying. Marjory York has been pacing the deck anxiously since well before dawn. Now that the ship is finally making good speed she seems to relax somewhat. Dressed in a green velvet dress and a fir cloak she makes a striking figure on deck. Guissepe is hard at work, but he manages to steal a glance at her every so often. Grond passes the quarter deck with the new half-giant recruits in tow. None of them have every been on a ship before and he is apparently telling them what they need to know to stay out of the way. A couple of them look rather green. Though Grond walks as if he is still a little sore, he seems nearly fully recovered. Nac'Losin comes onto the quarterdeck sipping a large mug of tea and wrapped in a shimmering shall of Gnomish silk. A luxury she must have purchased in the Capital. Imparell is on duty this morning and he stands near the helmsman occasional shouting an order in his raspy amphibian voice. The new crew seem to be fitting in well enough, though a few still seem dazed by the wide array of odd races present on this little ship. Down on the main deck the sorceress, Remona, can be seen taking her little pot-bellied pig familiar for a stroll. She stops to chat amiably with Marjory for a moment. So far all seems well. [/QUOTE]

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