Tale of the Clueless - Chapter 1: On the Seas of Air [IC Thread]

Drota had never been on a ship in her life, water or otherwise. This place was as foreign to her as anything else she had seen these last few weeks, which only combined to make her feel like more of an outsider. The cold, disorientation... it was scarcely better than how she had gotten here in the first place. The only good thing was that here she was fairly certain she wouldn't be killed during the first two minutes.

"And now... we go?" she asks quietly, looking over at Beni with trepidation.
 

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Vorastrix: Rubious laughs at the dragons' string of questions. 'Well, the creator of the plane was powerful wizard interested in planar travel. I do not know his name, though it is rumoured that his undead form still rules the Planer-Harbour from the shadows. The plane is self-contained, like all demi-planes and is as large as you can see - the plane ends behind the ring of portals. The vision of clear skies is an illusion to make the place appear more homely. And I must say, i like it,' he says, smiling. Anyone swimming or flying far enough would just find his movement stopped by an irresistable force once he reaches the limit of the plane. It is the manner of all Demi-planes.'

Rubious' chest swells with pride as he reaches the ship. 'Ah The Sea Breeze, my pride and joy. She has been in my family for a century. She has served my travels well thus far, and I trust in the gods that she will for many years to come.'

He walks towards the gangway, nodding to crew as they stand loading up crates and barrels. He introduces you all to the lesser crew before making his way to the bridge, which commands a great view of the wharf.

Beni intoduces you to the ships more important crew. 'This is Derrick, my engineer. He's a master shipmason with decades of experience - most of them with me. Any questions about The Sea Breeze, you justask him,' Derrick is a dwarf, dressed in a simple leather wasitcoast. His head is bald and, like his arms and chest, is covered in swirling tattoos. His short beard is well-trimmed and complements his half-moon spectacles wonderfully.
He nods to you all, and greets you warmly. 'Ach, it's good ter see sum dwarves around here. Havent travelled with me kin for what seems like years. Good to have you all aboard.'

'This, is Drahluut,' saus Beni as he shows you his First Mate. The man is sinister creature, his skin akin to chromed steel or perhaps a mirror, and it reflects everying, your astonished stares included, in great detail. He wears loose trousers with large belt containing navigational equipment. He largely ignores the party, and seems too busy with the rest of the crew to take any notice of you.
 

Idim looks in wonder at all the sights around her. "Beni Al Gumain, this looks like a fine ship, though I must confess that I know nothing about ships." The Shaarayan girl busies herself looking around the vessel, as she stares with equal wonder at even things a normal ship would have.
 

Thrumgall listens to Vor absently, looking around the harbor with more than a little trepidation. This is nothing like home and he can't shake the feeling that he is going to fall into the sky at any moment. He tries to look like he's not troubled but he's never been very good at hiding his feelings. I need to distract myself or I'll go crazy err barmy or whatever they call it in this place. He listens more closely to Vor and Beni Al Gumain talking to distract himself, "So this place is actually like a very large cavern." and relaxes visably.

"Good to see another dwarf around here also, Master Derrick. You wouldn't believe some of the odd creatures I've seen the past week. Wait, you probably would. Anyway, how about we start this venture in proper Dwarven fashion with a drink. I brought a bottle of fine whiskey with me and I'd be pleased to share a tankard with you before we go."
 
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The Engineer seems to take to the idea though refuses, 'Tradition has it that drinks are for the first night of the voyage - save it fer then,' he says, smiling.
 
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Mir wanders the ship with Idim. Something isn't it? I've always enjoyed traveling by boat, although I haven't many chances to. Where I'm from, elves and half-elves are considered bad luck aboard ship. She admits ruefully.
 

"You come from an odd-seeming place, Mironallia of Mishakal," Idim remarks. "I may be from an odd place, too. I have not been on a boat. My home now seems small. Before this week, I thought I knew the world. But now, even listening to what the rest of you say about your homes, I feel that mine may have been small even compared with them." It is obvious that Idim has mixed feelings about this whole venture, but she is trying to take it as best as she can.
 

Saloric Windrunner said:
"So this place is actually like a very large cavern." and relaxes visably.

"Or a cage." Comes a quick quip from Terrathoin following Thrumgall's assessment.

"Aye Master Derrick, Thrumgall speaks true, it is good to know that kin travels with us. Terrathoin Soulforge" As Beni introduces Drahluut, Terrathoin looks at the man, curiosity evident in his eyes and raised eyebrow, "Greetings Master Drahluut."

"I must confess I know little about a ships workings, much less about floating ships. When is the grand tour Captain Beni?" Terathoin voices as he gazes about the ship and its workings.
 

Vor follows up the gangplank and hops-up to perch atop the gunwale. He nods politely to the crew as they're introduced but the little dragon is happy enough to remain quiet as his companions converse. Vor looks briefly around at the ship and its rigging overhead, but his attention is soon drawn back along the dock to the other, more exotic looking vessels.
 

Gli'jar said:
"Greetings Master Drahluut."

The creature turns its back towards you and continues to speak with the crew members; some of which eye you peerily.

Beni steps in the way waving a hand at you slowly. 'Take no heed of him. Varoots are a strange race. It is quite a rarity to find one away from its home plane, let alone on a ship!'


Beni leads you all downstairs to your cabin. The room would be small for half a dozen halflings - let alone six of you. There are six simple chests on the floor, each with a key in it. Six hammocks line the room, hanging off the walls. Two oil-burning lanterns hang from the ceiling - around eye level - and are the only source of illumination.

Benis shrugs, as though embarassed. 'It looks small. Fact is... it is. At least you dont need to share with the rest of the crew. Now, you will be expected to help out on deck if needed, though for the time being you can relax. I'll send one of the men down we need you.'
 

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