Sailors on the Seas of Fate - Rana Mor!

[Lorthanoth]

Day 3 (Dawn) - Coral Bay

After another night of drinking on Artemis' part, the patrons and staff of the Laughing Lizard bid your crew a bleary farewell.

The party makes its way to the docks once more and locates the small sloop Starchaser, Belama is already there on board looking as alert as ever. "Good morning all. Get yourselves aboard and let's be gone!" she utters rather too loudly for those with hangovers.

You spy an unusual figure checking the sails and ropes, a burly male rakasta! Normally his people tend to shy away from the water so to see one as a sailor is striking indeed - he looks to be middle aged and has dark grey fur. Lady Theron grins and says "Ah, yes - my first mate, Hurm Feros. Mister Feros!"

The rakasta turns, "Aye, Cap'n?" he replies in a deep gravelly voice.

"Our ship-mates, Mister Feros, for this voyage at least." she gestures to encompass all of you.

"Aye, ma'am."

Balama chuckles at his taciturn nature, and then points to a teenage boy who is playing with her cat, "And that's Terez."

 

[Redclaw]

Theon walks up to Terez, reaching down to say hello to the cat. "It's good to meet you, Terez. You're a very lucky lad to be under Captain Theron's care." He then stands up and shoots Balama a concerned look. "But isn't he a bit young to be sailing into such dangerous waters?"

 

[Lorthanoth]

Terez gives Theon a disgruntled look and says in an aggrieved tone, "Hey! I'm sixteen next birthday! Least y' can do is talk to m' face. I'm standing right here!"

Balama stifles a laugh and replies to Theon, "No older than many a lad out to sea in dangerous conditions. You really are very serious these days,Theon Marinatos! And with your fine chaps and our priestess here" (she indicates Anemone) "I think we should be able to handle whatever is thrown at us."

 

[Nac Mac Feegle]

"It's hardly so bad," says Esteban cheerfully, "I was only 12 when I started as a cabin boy, and I'm not dead yet. Well, at least, not since last I checked."

 

[Wik]

Zariv stares at the child, wondering just what lies ahead for the young man. Quietly, he says "Youth is only what you make of it. We set our own limits on when we cease to be 'young'."

Shaking his head, lost in dark thoughts, he leans against a wall, and slouches down - saying nothing to those around him.

Flying down from the sky, a raven that looks like it had been in a windstorm lands at Zariv's feet. It hops about on both feet, looking around at the people around it. Finally, it says in Common, "A sea voyage? Mortals find such silly ways to get around. Such a preoccupation with building things, only to tear them down later!"

It hops up onto Zariv's quarterstaff, before cocking it's head and looking at Theon. "Theon. Zariv's companions. You all look awkward as usual."

Zariv's familiat, Chtat, has arrived.

 

[Shayuri]

"In Nimea, you learn to handle boats and ships almost as soon as you can walk," Anemone says lightly as she steps out of her sandals and pads across the deck. "Expecting women have their babes on ships if they can manage it...it's good luck. Brings the favor of the goddess."

She glances at the raven and nods in greeting. "Bird."

 

[Lorthanoth]

Balama Theron raises an eyebrow, "And now a talking crow; what a merry band we are!" she says with gentle mockery.

And with that, she is all business, "Right! Let's get underway! Look lively, lads - and gentlemen, Sister, if you have experience it would appreciated - let's set sail for Rana Mor!"

Feros and Terez busy themselves around the ship drawing up the anchor, Terez up the rigging shifting the sail as if born to it, and you are underway...

Day 3 (around mid-day)- The Ran Pe river

For most of the day, the Starchaser has sailed slowly upstream, driven by a cool breeze from the distant sea. You've come about ten miles from Coral Bay, and you've left the narrow strip of settled coastal land behind. The river is about a mile wide at this point and flows through vast, verdant grasslands and marsh. Up ahead, a small sampan is tied to a floating dock below a hut built up on stilts a hundred yards from shore. A thin whisp of smoke rises from the hut.

As the ship draws near, a bedraggled, half-dressed man steps out onto the dock and begins to shout unintelligibly at you, waving his arms, and leaping up and down.

 

[wysiwyg]

Artemis Marsei. Human male, Ranger/Swashbuckler/Fighter

Artemis, only now beginning to recover from a two day drink fest, stares at the sight of this man for a long time before realising that something is a amiss. "Oh captainette, em shorry your captainenshy, no I mean, ociffer Thelamaberon, there sheems to be a shtrandler who wishes to convey shomething of shignificant importanshe. Perhaps we should," there rest of the sentence is cut off by an unfortunate tumble that leaves Artemis sprawled on deck.

 

[Lorthanoth]

"I have indeed noted him," Lady Theron remarks dryly, "Let's see what he's about."

Balama and crew lower the sails, and she turns the ship to the dock.

"Maybe he can tell us something of the river conditions ahead." she says to Theon.

 

[Nac Mac Feegle]

Esteban leaps up lightly to perch on the rail, one hand holding onto a rope almost delicately, careful not to scuff his gloves.

"Be careful, madam," he says in a quiet tone as the ship approaches, "such actions are commonly found in the ruses of bandits and pirates intending to lure ships in for attack." He grins brightly and adds with a wink, "Not that I'd have experience with planning pirate attacks, being the soul of honesty of virtue."