Sailors on the Seas of Fate - Rana Mor!

[Lorthanoth]

"We shall see, sir, we shall see..." Balama rejoinders jauntily.

 

[Redclaw]

"Either way, you'll have to wait I'm through with her...sharing the watch with her, I mean." Theon enters the repartee, clearly showing a bit of awkward possessiveness of Balama. He just never felt fully confident bantering with the more-charming Esteban.

 

[Lorthanoth]

At Theon's interjection, Balama gives him a quizzical look and then raises her eyebrows skyward in a display of long-suffering bemusement.

"If anyone needs me- in my position as Captain, that is-" she says with annoyance, "I shall be studying." With that she enters her cabin and shuts the door behind her.

 

[Lorthanoth]

Your watches pass without incident, bar some grumbling from Terez. Cries of night-haunting beasts sound across the expanse of the Ran Pe. The coughing growl of a leopard, the booming howl of some kind of ape perhaps, or the clatter of a hornbill.

Day 4 (dawn)- The Ran Pe river

Balama greets the day with a stifled yawn, "Mr Feros, if you could take the wheel so we may proceed on course." she says in a tired manner.

"Aye, ma'am." comes the stolid rakasta's accustomed phrase.

[sblock=Zariv]You notice that Balama is carrying the notebook that was on her desk at your first meeting.[/sblock]

 

[wysiwyg]

Artemis Marsei. Human male, Ranger/Swashbuckler/Fighter

Looking a lot more sober, Artemis stretches his back on deck, taking a long deep breath of fresh air. "Ah the tropical wildlife, the crisp air bearing the smell of life, the calming sways of the river. Does it not make you feel like, like, like...Excuse me, I need to find meself a potty." Artemis rushes off somewhere private.

 

[Lorthanoth]

Balama walks along the top deck to the prow of the Starchaser seemingly engrossed in the slim leatherbound notebook she is reading.

 

[Shayuri]

Anemone emerges from below deck in a colorful blue, green and most shades in between, sarong-style skirt and a short, similarly colored top that plays off her tanned skin and brings out the blue of her eyes. She swishes to the mast and leans a hand against it as she looks around.

"Green...jungly...lots of places to hide if someone wanted to make trouble," she says with a yawn.

 

[Redclaw]

Theon awakes after a nice long stretch of sleep, and immediately looks for a sunny spot on deck to continue. He manages to spare a little energy to keep an eye on Balama, however. I wonder what's in that book she keeps reading. I hope she's not keeping something from us.

[sblock=ooc] Theon will spend most mornings lazing about on deck, trying to get some of the rest that he knows he will lose when the adventuring starts.
If one of the others is game, he'll spend some of the afternoon fencing, to keep the fighting muscles up. If that doesn't work out, he'll spend the time on shipboard calisthenics, climbing and jumping, etc.
Evenings will be spent in quiet contemplation of the path ahead, hopefully discussing Balama's ideas of what we face, and what we may have to do along the way. [/sblock]

 

[Lorthanoth]

[sblock=Theon]Theon recognises the book as the journal she mentioned in their initial meeting that holds most of her information concerning Rana Mor.[/sblock]

 

[Wik]

Zariv will approach Balama. "Information has value when it is hoarded, true, but I think in our situation a sharing of wealth would be beneficial to us all. Perhaps I could look through your source when you have a moment?" Zariv says.

Chtat does his best to stare Balama down, before chuckling in a dry voice. "You better give 'im the book, lady. He gets grumpy if 'e's near an unread book!"