Swashbucklers at the Sword Coast

[Dalamar]

The weather is mildly rainy and wisps of mist are raising from the Sea of Swords at the posts of Baldur's Gate. If the clouds were not on the way, the sun could be seen raising over the horizon. The crew of Qillathe is waiting for their captain Talindra to return from 'getting something important' from the city.

Everybody is feeling a bit uneasy because Talindra has been off for over half hour.
The ship's first mate walks around the deck with his wooden leg. He mumbles something about sending Tim the cabin boy to find out what has happened to the captain. Every now then, he stops to look at the blade of his stump knife, checking if it has caught some rust from the slight rain.

Tim is sitting on a railing, playing his flute. He doesn't seem worried about Talindra and the melody he is playing sounds eager to leave the port.

Some of the crew is gathered at the brow to tell what they did in port the last night. Especially Krubto, the half-orc monk, and Mad Randal, a warrior, are looking like they made a good use out of their money at the local inn.

OOC: You should post what you're doing right now and where you are. I will continue this after atleast some of the PCs are doing something. GWolf, I'm still to receive your character.

 

[Xael]

Xael, the moon elven cartographer arrives to the deck from his library. He starts walking circles on the deck and the same time occasionally peeks to the city, propably waiting for the captain. His boots are clattering against the deck and you can hear his every step.

OOC: Everybody please add to the end of your first message what timezone you use. (for example. Gmt+2) OOC:

 

[kaboom]

Tim the cabin-boy stops his flute playing and lifts his finger into the air. A seagull flutters down from the riging, lands on his finger, and caws loadly. Almost playfuly, the gull bites his hand.
"Alright song, I'll play some more music for you." Tim laghingly says.
The gull flys away, and Tim starts playing his flute again.

 

[Other Guy]

Frantic Introductions

(OOC)
My time zone is GMT -5.
Pronunciations, using http://www.dictionary.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html, are as follows:
Velerel (VĔL-ûr-rĕl, or VĔL-ŭ-rĕl)
Nezeron (NĔ-zûr-ŭn, or NĔ-zŭ-rŭn)
(/OOC)

It was pure luck that the young man had managed to get this job when he had. He had only been in Baldur's Gate for a few days when he met Talindra, the captain of the Qillathe. However, it was certainly not luck that he had managed to be this late to his first day on the job. He had spent too much time roaming the city and had quickly lost track of the time. When he realized what he had done he ran like a mad dog out the door of the temple to Umberlee, through the streets, and straight towards the docks.

Now that the ship is in view as he turns the last corner, he stops, seeing that, in fact, the ship is still anchored and waiting. Well, as long as I haven't missed the ship, I suppose there isn't any real reason to further disgrace myself. He begins calmly walking toward the boat, trying, though failing, to catch his breath as he continues onto the docks. "How does that look to you, Nezeron?" He asks the Raven that sits, perched on his shoulder, in a strange language that nobody else nearby understands, and then continues "That will be our home for quite some time. I know that you're used to travelling on land, but don't worry, this should still be lots of fun."

As he finally steps into the boat he bows low and apologizes to a crippled man that greets him, asking what he has come for. That poor man, he can't even afford a regeneration spell, he thinks. "I am Velerel. I have been hired by your captain, Talindra, to serve as a translator for you and your crew. But right now, I only hope that you will accept my apologies for being as late as I am, and for delaying your departure as well."

An attractive, pale young human, about 19 years of age, now stands before your crew. His appearance is rather strange, but in a pleasing way; His hair, an unnatural blue color and on the top part of his head it has grown to be long enough to touch his mouth. He stands at about six foot three and weighs close to 155 pounds. He wears an explorer’s outfit with the holy symbol of the Elven goddess of air, Aerdrie Faenya, sewn into the dark blue-white design. Those of the crew with decent eyesight can notice his green eyes. He is wearing a backpack and caries in either hand a large, black duffel bag.

 

[Valkys]

Preferring the heights of the crow's nest to the deck, Kiirivae volunteered for the early watch. She isn't in the mood to socialize, much less hear about how the men most likely spent their wages.

If it weren't for the love of the sea, I don't know if I'd be here. I hope Talindra is okay. She's been gone longer than I'd have expected. She glances down to see "Stumpy", the first mate, stomping around the deck.

She shrugs and goes back to her watch. The crow's nest is the best place to see what's coming, even in port. If someone decides that the Qillathe is an easy target lying in the harbor, Kii knows she'll be the first to see.

She sighs as she thinks about her forest home, but realizes that she really has fallen in love with the Ocean, at least for a little while.

 

[Uvenelei]

I realized I never posted my character's description, so I'll do that now.

Regmoril Lemain, or Reg for short. Reg is a young man just short of six feet tall, with a slender, somewhat athletic build. He wears baggy pants and a loose sleeveless shirt, with a short sword of high quality always at his side. However, he easily stands out in a crowd; his skin has a pale sea green hue to it, and his short cropped hair is mostly white with hints of sky blue to it.
Reg has been with the crew of the Qillathe for quite some time, and he has proven himself to be a competent sailor.

Right now, Reg is up on deck, leaning against a barrel and staring up at the cloudy sky with a smile on his face. Totally oblivious to his surroundings, he is simply enjoying the weather. Ocassionally he'll open his mouth and let some of the rain water collect before swallowing it.

"Ahh, the rain tastes good today", he muses to himself. "Truly a pity that so few people seem to enjoy such nice weather. Now if it would only pick up a little..."

Reg has noticed the absence of the captain, but is unconcerned. He trusts her to be able to handle anything she meets in town.

edit: Oops, forgot my timezone. Its GMT -6.

 

[Dalamar]

Up from the nest, Kiirivae can see two figures running in the mist. They seem to be headed towards the ship with hurry. As she shout the alarm, many of the men and women on board move to see who is coming.

As the figures draw closer, everybody can see that the one running ahead (and pulling) the other is Talindra. She is wearing his usual leather leggins and a loose white shirt with a scarf wrapped around her head to keep her long hair out of her face.

But the one behind her catches more looks than captain, regardless of the fact that she seems to be unable to run and is huffing heavily. She is a young human girl, seemingly at her twenties. She is wearing a long and elegant dress that gets entangled to her feet all the time.

As Talindra runs up the blank leading to the ship, she starts shouting commands:
"Raise the anchor, we're leaving now! After we're not near the port anymore, raise all the sails!"
She pulls the young girl after her to her room and closes the door after them before anybody can say anything.

OOC: I'm at +2 GMT

 

[Acmite]

Mmmmm.....misty.

Lorec has been on board for almost two months now, and in all that time he has socialized with the rest of the crew maybe a half dozen times. In the last week or so, some of the crew has noticed that he is paying more attention to the other crew, and some think he may be warming up to the crew.

He spends most of his days watching the horizon, acting as the Captain's eyes along with Kiirivae.

On this damp day, he can be found near the prow of the ship alternating between watching the docks and the ocean. He shows no outward signs of having noticed the absence of the captain.

The longbow that usually accompanies the quiet man is conspicuously absent, but his whips and cutless rest easy on his hips, slightly hidden by his billowing grey cloak.

OOC: Lorec's puppet-master is in GMT -5

 

[Acmite]

Lorec will help prepare the ship for immediate departure, and when he has a chance he will quickly run down to his room and grab his longbow and a quiver.

<Sigh> Perhaps he may well need his bow today afterall........

 

[Other Guy]

Well, I guess I wasn't the one who delayed the crew after all, though I suppose it's a good thing for me that I arrived when I did, Velerel thinks. He then says something incomprehensible to the Raven on his shoulder (unless any of you understand Auran), and the two move quickly to the side of the boat, out of the way of all the others that actually know what they are doing. He then says something else to the Raven while a flurry of frantic orders and actions ensue.