Swashbucklers at the Sword Coast

[Sir Osis of Liver]

Egan Shadowsilver

"What in the name of Tempus is going on down there!" You here a ruff voice call from over the rail where the Ships helm is.

A moment later a large human slides down the ladder to the main deck.

He is about 6' feat tall and has a sturdy build, his brown hair and beard have been stained an orangish blond color from exposure to the sun. He is wearing a waist length sleeveless vest which is open reveiling bronzed skin beneath. A silver holy symbol gleams at his neck and a beautifuly crafted battle axe is slung over one shoulder.

He looks at the new comer with a piercing stare.

"You new? I'm Egan Shadowsilver, well met."

Time zone: GMT -5

 

[Other Guy]

The newcomer puts his right arm across his waist and bows in a single, smooth motion that brings him parallel to the deck for a moment, while speaking "Greetings, master Shadowsilver." He rises, and continues, "I am Velerel of Amn, and I am afraid their is nothing I can do now but stay out of your way. I will try to learn something today so that I may be more useful to you in the future."

 

[Sir Osis of Liver]

Egan Shadowsilver

"Well, looks like we're headin' ta sea. You might as well come with me. We'll find you a room so's you can store your gear."

fella's mighty polite, wierd hair though

Egan motions toward the door leading below deck to the passanger quarters.

 

[GWolf]

"White Robe"

A White robe man rushes towards the anchored ship fearing he might not have much time left to board.

Orginal Joining the crew had been a mistake- a mistake by a drunken monk-being drunken, a mistake for a monk. The whole reason was another story, one Claro "Carl" Opprimo wasn't about to tell.

Now Carl boarded the ship eager to find the life he couldn't find on land upon the open sea. As he rose aboard his long silver hair trailed behind him in the slight wind. He was good looking ana all but being a monk he was a bit of an outcast.

After he signed up with the crew he was told to find whatever empty room he could. Since it was the day he decided not to worry about that. As leaned over the side he looked at the world he was leaving behind and grinned and waved at first before just staring.

This was the beggining....

OOC: GMT -5 EST

 

[Valkys]

Kiirivae whistles sharply and a blue-grey sea eagle lands on the rail of the crow's nest. "Skye, we'll need you to do a little scouting. The weather's bad, so I don't expect much. Just see what there is to see."

She smoothes the bird's feathers before he takes off again. Kiirivae looks out at the other ships in the harbor, trying to gauge their readiness. She doesn't think they'll be pursued, but it never hurts to be prepared.

She looks down at the deck and the young girl who has just been brought aboard and a strange thought passes through her mind, Could she be the Captain's daughter? She doesn't know, but she's very interested to find out why the girl has been brought aboard.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

One of the ship's more quiet figures stands alone, leaning against the rail of the ship. Most sailors who's seen him in battle know to stay clear from him, but he is a pretty striking figure-not for his looks and not for his battle prowess, for the clear and pure look of sadness set in his eyes, adorning his stern face. Any newcomer who asks another sailor onboard will find his name is simply 'Grim', whether it is his real name remains to be unknown.

He watches the scenery from his point of view, watching the ever-changing, ever-flowing oceans, looking longingly into the endless sky.

 

[Uvenelei]

Kiirivae's shout pulls Reg from his daydreaming, and he gets up on his feet just as the captain runs past. He stretches briefly before getting to work preparing the ship to leave.

Seeing other members of the crew become nervous, Reg decides he might as well feel a little worried too. When he gets a free moment, he'll go below deck and get his chain shirt and crossbow ready.

 

[kaboom]

OOC: Are you using Gastrono? He's my favorite NPC that I made.

 

[Xael]

Xael stops and watches quietly as the captain runs past everybody to his quarters. Then he looks in to the sky, thinking look on his face, and then walks hastily towards the entrance to captain's cabin and stairs to downwards.
His boots clatter loudly against the deck while he walks. He opens the double doors to the corridor and shuts them behind him.

OOC: Looks like it's going to be night game for me and Dalamar. OOC:

 

[Xael]

After a few minutes, Xael comes back (from wherever he was) and shouts:
"Ok people. I'll keep this short. Get us the hell out of here. Course to the north!"
Then he turns and starts walking back inside, his black boots clattering against the deck. But he stops before the door, turning around again and says:
"Oh. Please."
Then he shuts the door behind him.