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storyteller
2008-02-14, 03:18 AM
Your voyage began in Bluehaven, a small, bustling fishing port. The ship is a caravel (http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MW_Stormwrack/01_Stormwrack_150_ppi_dfg19.jpg), a fast three-masted sailing ship. Loaded with goods and with about 50 people aboard, you set sail for the new world.

The weather is sunny and the winds are favorable. The old, gray-bearded captain appears to be in a good mood.
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OOC: Gossip, roleplay and get to know each other.

Shademan
2008-02-14, 05:41 AM
Zavulon stood in front of the ballista.
Feeling the winds flowing thru' his hair was... soothing.
But people were working on the deck. he shouldnt be in their way.
Zavulon went bellow deck, where he had his belongins stashed in a barrel. He didnt pay attention to the surroundings. could be people around... wouldnt know. woudlnt care... much...
he sat down on his barrel and poked the barrel with his dagger.

OOC: just fer the record: the barrel Zavulon is sitting on is the one thats closest to the (9)

Daryk
2008-02-14, 06:24 AM
Tano Curunda stood at the rail, out of the way of the bustling crew. The sea held a strange attraction for the shy elf, and he couldn't resist drinking in the sight of the distant, featureless horizon. At night, the rhythmic swaying of the ship eased his mind into trance. He almost wished he could stay at sea forever, but he knew he lacked the talent to be a proper sailor. He had long ago found his calling in the bowyer's craft, but simply couldn't compete with his more gregarious brethren in and around Bluehaven. He hoped to make a better life in the new colony, far from the bustle of "proper" civilization. To that end, he had packed up a bundle of rough bow staves and the rest of his meager "shop" and took ship.

Cade Shadow
2008-02-14, 06:36 AM
On the bow of the ship, Indira stands looking towards the waves and towards wherever the ship may go. To her right, she saw another elf. Shyly Indira stepped over to him. Hesitating for a second, she finally blurted,

"Hi I'm Indira. I spent the last couple years with elves. Who're you?"

Imbasel
2008-02-14, 06:48 AM
Brady looks at the sea, and hearing elvish goes to the two elves and introduces himself in elvish.

He say's " I am honered to meet two elves, for you are a beautiful race, especially you my fair lady."

Yeril
2008-02-14, 09:09 AM
Joseph walked around in deck for a while. He was a rather large, and tall man, not particuarly fat, not particuarly burly, just large. The thick coat he wears doesn't play down on this appearance. His features are plain, and rather grubby, what a working man should look like.

He looks out towards the sun, shielding his eyes.
"How long 'til dry land? I'm starting to get sick of his boat.."

storyteller
2008-02-14, 09:58 AM
"Me father says it should take no longer than forty days from Bluehaven to the colony..." says a scrawny girl who's been eavesdropping on the conversation. By the looks of her, she's only seventeen or so, a pretty little things that looks like an angel amid the sweaty sailors and other folks on the deck. She's wearing a fine blue dress that matches the color of her large eyes.

"Nelle! How many times do I have to tell ye not to disturb the passengers! Ye know what your father thinks about that!" says Angus, first mate of the ship who's checking the ropes and sails.

Nelle quickly apologizes to the first mate and Joseph and returns to her cabin. "'Tis no place for a girl like her, this ship. But her mother... eh, nevermind, I should not trouble ye with that" says Angus and continues with his work.

Zed's Dead
2008-02-14, 10:07 AM
Jansen Himmerhardt swung in his hammock, his head propped up on a neatly folded coat, scribbling in a small book, which he held at an angle to properly catch the lantern's light.

He was old-- probably threescore and ten, or thereabouts.

There was an ease about his eyes and brow that suggested perfect contentment.

Shademan
2008-02-14, 12:55 PM
poking a barrel with a dagger is only amusing for so long. regardless of time,place,plane or dimension. Zavulon tucked the dagger back where it belonged and scanned his surrounding's for anything entertaining to do.

Grey_Wolf_c
2008-02-14, 01:45 PM
Ovias "Grey" (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8590) Greybeard sat, alone, against one of the railings in the main deck, playing with the end of one of the taut ropes that criss-crossed the air above the deck. He was uneasy, not because of some bout of seasickness (he had easily shrugged it away - a dwarf doesn't fall sick without good reason!), but because he didn't trust the ship

<Wood. Hrumpf!> He said in dwarfish to himself <Too weak, too corruptible. No matter how well built, wooden constructions won't outlive me. Rot, insects, rocks all mean huge dangers. One day, We will learn how to build ships out of stone or metal, and then sea travel will truly be achiveable. Not like *this* contraption. I'll be surprised if we don't have to pump water before we reach the end of this travel>

With another loud "Hrumpf" he looked about, feeling even more alone than usual. No dwarf in sight at least meant no teasing about his beard, grey where it should have been golden, sparse where it should've been full. Talls probably wouldn't be able to tell, but there was no reason for them to approach him. He had been sent as his final duty, to help build a village, to demonstrate he had learnt what his maesters had taught him. A few short years, a recommendation from Mr. Himmerhardt or some other village elder and he could go home and start his life as builder.

At least he could respect Mr. Himmerhardt. It was good to meet a human older than oneself. You could tell he had lived a lot, and learnt as well.

Shademan
2008-02-14, 02:48 PM
Sitting on a barrel was boring. Zavulon wanted to look at the ocean again, so he made his way up to the main deck. He had just gotten to the last step at the top of the stair when he thought he heard dwarven. "youve been to long in that cargo hold, old greybone..." he mumbled to himself and walked to the railing.

Lonna
2008-02-14, 04:05 PM
Mara Herbswife


Mara strolled along the edge of the main deck as casually as she could, taking deep, deliberate breaths to calm her heaving belly. I must have botched the seasickness remedy. She thought unhappily as another wave of nausea rolled over her. She put up one hand to check that her sunbleached brown hair, which normally hung loosely to her shoulders, was securely tied back in case her traiterous stomach got the better of her, then continued on her way.

A little further down she saw a person whom she at first took for a stout old man. As she approached, however, she saw that though his beard was grey, he was in fact a dwarf, younger than the one who had come to build her villiage's town hall when she was ten. She came abreast of him just in time to catch the second half of his commentary on the solidity of the ship and couldn't help but chuckle, temporarily distracted from her own discomfort.

<I think all Dwarves agree with you.> She replied in his language, knowing her accent must be terrible after nearly ten years of little or no practice. Switching to Common she added, "Please forgive my atrocious accent, I have had few occasions to speak your tongue since I learned it as a child."

As she finished speaking, however, Mara's body decided to remind her why she had come out on deck in the first place, and Mara was forced to lunge past the dwarf so that her breadfast ended up in the ocean, not on the planking.

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OOC: Lonna's Lists

NOTE: For my own reference I'll be updating this post with all of the character sheets and other important information that people bring up. Otherwise I won't be able to keep everything straight. Hopefully other people will find this useful as well.

Useful Items section will grow as I have the time to compile new lists.

Character Sheets/[Player]/(Profession):


Zavulon Gråbein (http://www.coyotecode.net/profiler/view.php?id=3044) [Shademan] (Blacksmith)
Fred Astari (http://www.coyotecode.net/profiler/view.php?id=3038) [Tichrondrius] (Hunter)
Roostin Truckleman (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8613) [TwoCents] (Sailor/Carpenter)
Mara Herbswife (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=40328) [Lonna] (Healer)
Ovias Greybeard (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8590) [Grey Wolf] (Stonemason)
Tano Curunda (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8594) [Daryk] (Bowyer/Fletcher)
Joseph Bridgeman (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8582) [Yeril] (Carpenter)
Indira (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=41648) [Cade Shadow] (Hunter)
Tessa O'har (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=41905) [Gig_Complex] (Farmer)
Maria Vallen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=41913) [Jagadaishio] (Hunter)
Gil Gil (http://www.coyotecode.net/profiler/view.php?id=3058) [Smartaleq] (Netmaker)
Ray Zhang (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=41780) [Rayzin] (Cook)
Larry the Hairy (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8591) (Farmer)
Brady Turner (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=41746) (Miner)
Aaron Addison (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8683) [Deepblue706] (Cartographer)
Thomas Green (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8635) [Shadow Mask] (Brawler)
Elias Fisher (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=41984) [Fisher] (Courier)
Dav Brindle (http://www.coyotecode.net/profiler/view.php?id=3061) [North] (Stowaway {Hunter})
Imbrallius (http://www.coyotecode.net/profiler/view.php?id=3069) [Sicarius] (Clerk)
Feln Zekor [journeyman] (Animal Trainer)
Mark (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=33801) [nothingclever] (Guard)
Janson Himmerhardt (http://www.campaign-blog.com/view.php?id=7615) [zed's dead] (Author)
Cook Kurt (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8865) [Comedian] (Cook)
Epswitch Shortoe (http://www.coyotecode.net/profiler/view.php?id=3115) [Lawful_Evil] (Chimney Sweep)
Eric the Brewer (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8881) [Zombie pixe] (Farmer)
Ben (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8882) [sickler] (Brawler)

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Total:
4 Hunters
3 Farmers
2 Carpenters
1 Netmaker
1 Blacksmith
1 Stonemason
1 Healer
1 Bowyer/Fletcher
2 Cooks
1 Cartographer
1 Miner
2 Brawlers
1 Courier
1 Clerk
1 Animal Trainer
1 Guard
1 Author
1 Chimney Sweep



Races/(Genders)/[Ages]:


01 Half-orc (Male) [20]
01 Dwarf (Male) [52]
01 Elf (Male) [121]
02 Halfling (Male) [28, 25]
17 Human (Male) [20, 35, 32, 25, 19, 18, 18, 28, 18, 23, 27, 28, 20, 74, 32, 31, 22]
04 Human (Female) [19, 21, 18, 23]

Average Human Age: 26.24



Useful Items:


Livestock and Feed:


Larry the Hairy -
Old Bessy (1 cow)
3 milk goats
20 chickens

Tessa O'har -
???
???
???

Fred Astari -
2 chickens

Cook Kurt -
10 chickens
2 lb. chicken feed

Epswitch Shortoe -
40 chickens
100 lb. chicken feed

Eric the Brewer -
???
???
???

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[B]Total:
1 cow
3 milk goats
72 chickens
102 lb. chicken feed



Food:


Zavulon Gråbein -
2 days' trail rations

Fred Astari -
1 day's trail rations
10 lb. wheat
3 lb. flour

Mara Herbswife -
4 days' trail rations

Tano Curunda -
1 day's trail rations

Indira -
2 days' trail rations

Gil Gil -
4 days' trail rations

Brady Turner -
12 days' trail rations

Ovias Greybeard -
2 days' trail rations

Thomas Green -
6 days' trail rations

Elias Fisher -
3 days' trail rations
1 lb. corn

Dav Brindle -
2 days' trail rations (x4 if only feeding him)

Imbrallius -
2 loaves bread
4 days' trail rations

Feln Zekor -
5 days' trail rations

Mark -
12 days' trail rations

Cook Kurt -
1 lb. salt
50 lb. flour
1 gal. cooking oil
1 gal. cooking wine
2 lb. beans

Epswitch Shortoe -
20 loaves bread
2 gal. ale
2 lb. cheese
1 lb. meat

Ben -
5 days' trail rations

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[I]Total:
2 gal. ale
2 lb. cheese
1 lb. meat
1 gal. cooking oil
1 gal. cooking wine
2 lb. beans
1 lb. salt
1 lb. corn
22 loaves bread
53 lb. flour
10 lb. wheat
65 servings trail rations



Empty Containers:

Zavulon Gråbein -
1 sack

Fred Astari -
1 sack
1 bucket

Roostin Truckleman -
1 barrel

Ovias Greybeard -
1 clay mug

Tano Curunda -
2 sacks

Ray Zhang -
2 barrels
4 baskets
1 bucket
2 chests
5 clay jugs
4 iron pots
10 sacks

Larry the Hairy -
1 iron pot

Brady Turner -
1 iron pot

Thomas Green -
1 tankard

Elias Fisher -
1 clay mug
4 flasks

Dav Brindle -
3 sacks
1 iron pot

Cook Kurt -
1 iron pot
1 clay jug
1 clay mug

Epswitch Shortoe -
2 iron pots
1 sack
5 clay mugs

Ben -
1 vial
1 flask
1 clay mug

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Total:
18 sacks
10 iron pots
6 clay jugs
4 baskets
5 flasks
3 barrels
2 buckets
2 chests
9 clay mugs
1 tankard
1 vial



Illumination:


Fred Astari -
1 set flint and steel
1 common lamp
3 pints oil

Roostin Truckleman -
1 set flint and steel
8 candles

Mara Herbswife -
1 common lamp
9 pints oil
1 set flint and steel
10 candles

Ovias Greybeard -
1 set flint and steel
2 candles
1 log firewood

Tano Curunda -
2 candles

Maria Vallen -
1 set flint and steel

Ray Zhang -
1 set flint and steel

Brady Turner -
1 set flint and steel

Aaron Addison -
20 candles
1 common lamp
3 pints oil
1 set flint and steel

Elias Fisher -
2 sets flint and steel
14 candles
1 common lamp
1 pint oil

Imbrallius -
5 candles
1 common lamp
2 pints oil

Cook Kurt -
2 candles

Epswitch Shortoe -
50 candles

Ben -
2 torches
1 set flint and steel
1 candle

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Total:
11 sets flint and steel
5 common lamps
18 pints oil
114 candles
1 log firewood
2 torches



Raw Materials:


Tano Curunda -
material for 1 shortbow
material for 60 arrows

Larry the Hairy -
4 lb. iron

Elias Fisher -
2 lb. copper

Feln Zekor -
1 broken light crossbow (raw materials)

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Total:
1 light crossbow (materials)
1 shortbow (materials)
60 arrows (materials)
4 lb. iron
2 lb. copper



Non-specialized Tools*:


Zavulon Gråbein -
1 fishnet (25 sq. ft.)
1 miner's pick

Fred Astari -
1 shovel

Roostin Truckleman -
1 block and tackle
100 ft. hemp rope
1 grappling hook
15 sq. yards canvas
3 fish hooks
1 whetstone

Mara Herbswife -
5 lb. soap
1 signal whistle
1 sewing needle

Ovias Greybeard -
50 ft. hemp rope
1 piton
3 pieces chalk
1 whetstone
1 fish hook

Tano Curunda -
2 sq. yards canvas
1 whetstone
6 pieces chalk

Joseph Bridgeman -
10 ft. silk rope
1 whetstone

Indira -
1 sheet paper
50 ft. hemp rope
1 inkpen
1 vial ink
1 hammer

Maria Vallen -
1 whetstone
50 ft. hemp rope
1 fish net (25 sq. ft.)
1 hammer
3 pitons
1 signal whistle

Gil Gil -
40 fish hooks
1 fish net (25 sq. ft.)
150 ft. hemp rope
1 block and tackle
1 sewing needle
2 pints tar

Larry the Hairy -
50 ft. hemp rope

Brady Turner -
1 hammer
1 miner's pick

Aaron Addison -
1 vial ink
2 inkpens
13 sheets parchment
1 scroll case
1 lb. sealing wax
10 pieces chalk
50 ft. hemp rope
4 pitons

Thomas Green -
50 ft. hemp rope

Elias Fisher -
1 spell component pouch
6 sheets used parchment (5 letters + 1 scroll)
1 scroll case
9 sheets parchment
50 ft. hemp rope
3 inkpens

Dav Brindle -
1 signal whistle
50 ft. hemp rope

Imbrallius -
1 vial ink
1 inkpen
1 signal whistle
10 sheets parchment
1 scroll case
1 lb. soap
1 piece chalk

Janson Himmerhardt -
3 vials ink
3 inkpens
50 sheets parchment

Cook Kurt -
1 whetstone
1 lb. soap

Epswitch Shortoe -
4 ladders (10 ft.)
1 shovel
2 hammers
50 ft. hemp rope
4 sq. yards canvas

Ben -
1 set fishing gear
1 shovel
50 ft. hemp rope

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Climbing:
1 grappling hook
8 pitons

Construction:
3 shovels
2 block and tackles
2 pints tar
5 hammers
4 ladders (10 ft.)

Fishing:
3 fish nets (25 sq. ft. ea.)
44 fish hooks
1 set fishing gear

Multi-Use:
750 ft. hemp rope
21 sq. yards canvas
10 pieces chalk
10 ft. silk rope

Writing:
82 sheets parchment
10 inkpens
6 sheets used parchment (5 letters + 1 scroll)
6 vials ink
3 scroll cases
1 sheet paper
1 lb. sealing wax

Miscellaneous:
6 whetstones
4 signal whistles
2 sewing needles
2 miner's picks
7 lb. soap
1 spell component pouch



Cloth Goods**:


Zavulon Gråbein -
1 bedroll

Fred Astari -
1 bedroll
1 winter blanket

Roostin Truckleman -
1 bedroll

Mara Herbswife -
1 bedroll
1 traveler's outfit

Ovias Greybeard -
1 bedroll

Joseph Bridgeman -
1 bedrool
1 winter blanket

Indira -
1 bedroll

Gil Gil -
1 bedroll

Brady Turner -
1 winter blanket

Aaron Addison -
1 bedroll

Thomas Green -
1 winter blanket

Elias Fisher -
1 bedroll

Dav Brindle -
1 bedroll
1 winter blanket

Imbrallius -
1 bedroll
1 winter blanket
1 traveler's outfit

Mark -
1 bedroll

Epswitch Shortoe -
2 bedrolls
8 peasant's outfits
2 winter blankets

Ben -
1 explorer's outfit
1 bedroll

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Total:
16 bedrolls
8 winter blankets
8 peasant's outfits
2 traveler's outfits
1 explorer's outfit



*Non-specialized = not restricted to certain professions
**Does not include cloth containers or clothing character is actively wearing

Shademan
2008-02-14, 04:16 PM
Zavulon was certain he had heard dwarven this time. He turned around and scanned the deck, and there he saw them. A girl and a dwarf. He studied them for a little while before he turned his gaze back to the ocean.

Grey_Wolf_c
2008-02-14, 04:32 PM
Ovias was rather surprised at being addressed in what was passable, if clearly rusty from disuse, dwarfish. Once the human had finished her business over the railing, he addressed her in common "Therre is nothing to forrgive, fraulein. It is clearr you had the chance to prractice with one of my people. Yourr accent is likely betterr than mine in yourr language."

She was looking a bit pale still, and from experience after throwing up from inhaling the fumes of the forge, Ovias knew what her mouth must taste like
"Herre, have some of this," he told her, handing her his waterskin, "just be carrefull, it is dwarrven liquorr. Not forr the unacustomed. It will clean out yourr mouth, but I'd suggest that if you'rre not used to purre alcohol, you spit it out at the end"

"By the way, my name is <Ovias Greybeard>. You may call me Grrey, everryone does" as ancient pain was hinted in his eyes, from an insult so many times heard that it was part of who he was now

Lonna
2008-02-14, 05:01 PM
Mara Herbswife


Mara accepted the waterskin gratefully and took a cautious mouthful, swishing the liquid around her mouth. The dwarf was right, it cleared the bitter aftertaste out easily, and after she spit it over the rail, even her stomach seemed to have calmed somewhat.

As her new acquaintance told her his name, Mara noted the pain in his eyes (any half-decent healer would) and guessed the cause. "I'm Mara Herbswife," she replied, handing back his waterskin, "and I'd like to call you <Ovias> if you don't mind my accent mangling the pronunciation." She smiled. "It's been a long time since I've been able to speak Dwarven with someone whose accent is not worse than mine."

Grey_Wolf_c
2008-02-14, 05:15 PM
"As you preferr, Fraulein Herbswife. It's been a long time since I've been rreferred to by my given name, but I'm surre I can get used to it again," he answered, part surprised and part grateful, "So, what brrings you to this voyage? I myself am completing my trraining in building, by taking on a majorr prroject. I hope to excell and brring prride to my family name"

While he said it, Ovias unconsciously drew his stonemason hammer and displayed it between his calloused hands. It was the pride of his tools and what would become his badge of office, if he succeded in this last challenge.

jagadaishio
2008-02-14, 05:47 PM
Maria was deep in the cargo hold, sitting on a barrel. It was a lonely place, which was why she chose it. The gentle sound of the ocean held back by the creaking wooden hull of the ship relaxed her as she rested her feet on her carefully sealed bag of oiled canvas.

Lonna
2008-02-14, 05:55 PM
Mara Herbswife


"Please, call me Mara. It seems our reasons for traveling are not so different. My teacher traveled to the colony some months ago to treat a minor plague that had broken out. The last ship from there to dock in Bluehaven delivered a message addressed to all his students, saying that he intended to stay on as the colonist's resident healer. The other students all found new masters, but I have no contacts in the city. I was long way from home already." This last was added softly, wistfully, but the next moment her cheerful tone was back as if it had never faltered. "So now I'm on my way to find my teacher. I have so much still to learn!" She paused, a wry expression on her face. "Like a remedy for seasickness, among many other things."

Grey_Wolf_c
2008-02-14, 06:27 PM
Ovias looked concerned. "Well, I am no healerr, but amongst my clan, when traveling by barrge thrrough ourr canals, we trraditionally chew on gingerr rroot. Some prreferr to get drrunk, but I have always felt that was a waste of perrfectly good ale orr mead. I also hearr that you should look farr away, but underrgrround therre is little to look at. Herre, have some of my gingerr - I have not needed as much as I fearred when I starrted this trrip," he handed her some ginger root from his pouch, and then continued, "Please, take it, it is going to be harrd to mantain a converrsation with you if you have to lean overrboarrd everry otherr minute"

He completed that phrase with a wry smile, which only fully developed in his left side. His right side, burnt and scared, made a half-attempt, but seemed to lack the elasticity to complete the movement.

Lonna
2008-02-14, 07:06 PM
Mara Herbswife


Mara accepted the ginger root with a smile. Popping a small piece in her mouth, she froze, a look of startlement on her face. "Of course!" she exclaimed, slapping one palm to her forehead, "I forgot to add ginger extract! No wonder my remedy did more harm than good!" With a tone of self-disgust she muttered, "Some healer I am, when a stonemason knows more about what ingredients are needed for a remedy than I do." Shaking her head at her foolish mistake, she wondered if her next words would prove to be another.

<I hope I will not offend, friend Ovias,> she began, speaking Dwarven so that fewer could eavesdrop on the potentially delicate subject she was about to bring up, <if I ask how you came to have such a large burn scar? It seems to have healed poorly, to restrict your facial movement so much.>

Daryk
2008-02-14, 08:01 PM
On the bow of the ship, Indira stands looking towards the waves and towards wherever the ship may go. To her right, she saw another elf. Shyly Indira stepped over to him. Hesitating for a second, she finally blurted,

"Hi I'm Indira. I spent the last couple years with elves. Who're you?"

Tano was startled for a moment, then turned and answered, "I am Tano Curunda, Indira. Nice to meet you. Who did you stay with among my people? I've been among the humans near Bluehaven for a few seasons, and don't recall meeting you before."


Brady looks at the sea, and hearing elvish goes to the two elves and introduces himself in elvish.

He say's " I am honered to meet two elves, for you are a beautiful race, especially you my fair lady."

At the sound of accented elvish, Tano twitched, and turned with a weak smile on his face. In common he replied, "Nice to meet you, as well, though you've mistaken one of your own, I'm afraid."

Zed's Dead
2008-02-14, 09:05 PM
Jansen's white head and shoulders appeared from belowdecks. He leaned heavily on the rails, and his perfectly white teeth flashed a bright smile.

He made his way to the rail nearest the belowdecks hatch, catching himself just before the rolling deck brought him to his knees.

Sicarius
2008-02-14, 09:07 PM
Imbrallius

With inventory out of the way, Imbrallius decided to get some fresh sea air. Not that it did him any good. He had thrown up heavily on the beginning of the voyage, and eventually he managed to eat food that would stay down.

They were making decent time. Food rottage was minimal, the procedures were being followed.

Standing decently tall and thin, the clerk had fingers well-suited to writing, flexible and long. He was quite handsome, time obviously spent grooming his appearance that seemed normal for a town hall functionary. He made one last look for anything out of place in the cargo hold, then headed up to shake the musty air off of him.

He hated the sea voyage. Long and uneventful, and everyone always wanted him to help move things, push things, and other manual labor that he was ill-suited for. Upon deck, he could see nothing but sea for as far as his eyes went. Not that his eyes were that special. He looked around at all the people on deck, doing their things. He opened his book and made a few notes on things that he saw on the upper decks.

Cade Shadow
2008-02-14, 09:22 PM
Tano was startled for a moment, then turned and answered, "I am Tano Curunda, Indira. Nice to meet you. Who did you stay with among my people? I've been among the humans near Bluehaven for a few seasons, and don't recall meeting you before." "Nice to meet you, as well, though you've mistaken one of your own, I'm afraid."


Brady looks at the sea, and hearing elvish goes to the two elves and introduces himself in elvish.

He say's " I am honered to meet two elves, for you are a beautiful race, especially you my fair lady."

Indira

The human girl with large brown eyes smiled bashfully as the human compliments her so. She shifts shyly, only the smallest step away, from the newcomer, seeming like making

"We must've traveled in different circles. I joined them every now and again when on the times when they would bring wood into town." she says to the Elf, Tano. Then, turning to her human friend, she says, "Why thank you for the compliment, but I am a human, as you appear to be." Talking to both of them, she says: "It's nice to meet both of you." Her elvish is just a tad off in accent, it shows clear use but just lacks the right flavor.

Shadow Mask
2008-02-15, 01:36 AM
Thomas Green was drunk - as usual. He wandered around below decks aimlessly, empty tankard in hand, singing a favourite pirate song. His ability to sing in key - dreadful as it was normally - was reduced even further by the level of alcohol affecting his brain. He didn't see anyone (or he didn't remember seeing anyone) - probably a result of his singing, but he didn't care.

After a few hours, Thomas decided to wander up and see what was going on on deck. Stumbling into a crowd of people, he drunkenly pushed through a couple of conversations before reaching the side of the boat. Looking out at the view, he took a step forwards and tripped over his own feet. Thomas crashed headfirst into the railing, knocking himself out.

Shademan
2008-02-15, 03:08 AM
Zavulon turned to the loud chrashing noice.
A young human had knocked himself out on the railing.
He walked to the youngling and checked that he was alive... breathing... yup. alive.

Zavulon turned his gaze back to the ocean...

Grey_Wolf_c
2008-02-15, 06:22 AM
Ovias was, once again, confused at the words of the human woman. She had changed to dwarfish and lowered her voice, but the subject hardly seemed to merit such secretism. Humans confused him, for it was his first real contact with them. They, it seemed, found scars distasteful. <Offend me? Not at all!> A brief look of surprise in Mara's face brought a chuckle to Ovias' throat <To a dwarf, any scar is demonstration that you survived your own stupidity, and that you learnt something in the process. I don't think of my scar much, but it did bring some honour the day I received it.>

Ovias rested against the railing, his eyes lost in the past, and started to tell the tale <I must have been about 30, a dangerous age for a dwarf - no longer a child, but not an adult yet. I was paired with a fellow journeyman, my equal (if not, it hurts me to admit, better) in ability, and we were learning the forge. We were not friends, and in the particular mind of that age, it meant that he would constantly try and finds ways to impede my work. That particular day, we were loading the steel forge with coal and ore, and while I was shoveling coal, he gripped my back, shoved as if to shove me towards the forge. I'm certain he only meant to make me loose my rhythm, which would have produced uneven heat, and never to put me in danger (his grip was excellent), but whatever the intent the shove caught me as I was shifting my weight and we both fell towards the forge. Surprised, all I had time to do was turn my face, so I hit the cherry-red hot steel boiler with my right side, while he instinctively stopped his fall with his deft hand.>

Ovias stopped for a second, and took a small sip of his waterskin to clear his throat. He hadn't talked this much in quite some time. <It was... painful. More than that, really. I pulled my face off, and fell into my mantra to survive the pain. As I said, I gained honour and pride that day, for I managed to not cry out beyond calling for the healer, whilst my peer could not. You said it healed poorly? Quite the contrary. By all accounts, I had no skin left at points (it was stuck to the forge), with my cheekbone showing. The healer applied cataplasms and invoked all the powers of Berronar and Moradin to help us, but complete healing was beyond her prowess, great as it was - I count myself lucky to have escaped with nothing more than the scar, for my peer had scarred his deft hand and can no longer hold the hammer! Not that it mattered, of course, since the inquiry bereft him of his position, for conduct misbecoming of a dwarf. He joined the army to clear the dishonour to his family name.>

<So, there you have it. I'm sure that, to your eyes, it looks horrible, but I was already ugly by dwarven standards before it, and while it has not precisely improved my appearance, it really couldn't do much to worsen it anyway. And after that day, I gained recognition for my strength, so there is a silver vein amongst the gangue>

TwoCents
2008-02-15, 09:11 AM
Roostin Truckleman, Ship's Carpenter

Roostin was holystoning the deck by the port rail, cursing under his breath, "Dang landlubbers don't know enough t' get outta their own way. They cain't even bother ta puke in the scuppers and then Ah gotta clean up their dang messes. Ain't no dang sense having all these girls on board neither, I tell you whut it's gonna cause trouble. Dang cap'n got his knickers in a twist 'bout his little girl already. I ain't no dang seaman recruit, Ah'm a dang carpenter's mate and Ah'm down on mah hands and knees scrubbing up after a bunch of dang dirt babies whut cain't even handle a little swell."

His grumbling was interrupted by the sounds of drunken singing approaching from below decks. Roostin scrambled to his feet and complained loudly, "Oh, now dang it that's jest too much, I tell you whut. That dang idiot needs to shut up 'fore somebody tips him overboard. It ain't bad enough he's cursing our luck with his dang pirate songs, but now he's comin' up on deck. He's gonna upset the cap'n agin, and Ah ain't in the mood for more yellin."

Roostin watched Thomas stumble about on deck, and prepared to dodge out of the way. He smiled toothily when the drunk crashed to the rail, but then jumped forward with his bucket and stone. "Hey, you! Don't you be bangin' up mah ship, now! Roostin pulled Thomas away from the rail and with hardly a glance at the snoring drunk, checked the ship for damage. "Well, you're dang lucky, 'cause ye ain't done nothing to mah girl. Wake up, lubber, and stop your bad luck singing 'fore something really bad happens!" With that, Roostin tipped his bucket of salt water over the other man's head.

Zed's Dead
2008-02-15, 10:25 AM
Jansen, venerable commoner



Jansen's Log: Entry One

I turned away from the sea to watch the happenings as they unfolded around me. With my hand on the rail, I felt quite steady, even with the swells. Land was no longer in sight. The sun was bright, but in the distance, it was impossible to see where the sea ended and the sky began. Perhaps it's my old eyes.

I listened and watched the various conversations on deck. A young dwarf who'd been badly burned was telling his story to a healer girl. Perhaps I will speak with them after I make these notes.

The other conversations taking place on deck were animated, flirtatious, interesting. Somehow I never tire of it.

This was what it was to be human--joy, comedy, flirtation and love, loss, sickness, health, youth and age--and I love it. The spectacle of it. The wild, messy beauty of it.

More later.

Lonna
2008-02-15, 12:11 PM
Mara Herbswife


Mara smile ruefully as Ovias finished his tale. "I guess that just goes to show my lack of knowledge about your culture. Among Humans scars are displayed sometimes with pride, sometimes with shame, depending on the circumstances under which they were obtained, and with that in mind I was unsure whether your case was one of pride or shame. Too, I mistook your scar for the result of a much less severe burn than you discribe, which is itself a testament to the power of your healers, as well as to my sad lack of experience."

She fell silent for a moment, a contented smile on her face as she gazed over the railing into the distance. It was nice to have a friend, especially when she was uprooting her life for the second time in as many years. That he was a Dwarf made it even better - she would not constantly be comparing him involuntarily to the healer's apprentices with which she had worked, or with the men from her village, and expecting him to say and do the same hurtful things they had.

Deepblue706
2008-02-15, 12:50 PM
Now arrising from the lower deck is a strange, little man with dark brown hair, dressed in some less-than-fashionable attire that simply begs for too much attention. With olive green and bright yellow, one might guess this man has little choice in wardrobe, as no sane person would willingly dress as he has.

With an awkward smile that somewhat contorts his slightly mishapen face, he hums an almost-cheery tune, which carries spirit but fails to carry the proper harmony of what the familiar song is supposed to have. "HmmM HHMMM hmMMM MMMmmm Mmmm mmMMm." He walks about the deck, occassionally stumbling over seemingly nothing but air, catching the sight of the ocean, and rays of the sun.

Grey_Wolf_c
2008-02-15, 01:39 PM
Ovias Greybeard, mason and smith journeyman

Seeing Mara's curiosity abated, and looking far less dyspeptic after having some ginger root, Ovias noticed a rare feeling of friendship towards the human. Ovias had long been fighting an uphill battle to please the maesters above his peers, which had left little time for friendships of any kind, and the unflinching gaze of the woman when speaking to him and openness was certainly a marked changed from the mines. Seeing her gaze towards the horizon, Ovias took a look around.

There seemed to be some kind of orc-kind walking around, in what would have been lumbering if it had not been for the human oaf that clearly could not hold his liquor which made the orc look like a dancer in comparison. Off in the front end of the ship a few more talls seemed to be milling around, and Maester Himmerhardt had recently come up to the deck, and seemed to be observing and listening, clearly the mark of a wise man. Ovias acknowledged his presence with the half bow reserved for wise members of a clan. Yes, he wasn't even a hundred, but he had seen as much as many of twice his age. Humans lived short lives (many making them even shorter in the process), but those that survived their 60th anniversary were worth listening to.

At that moment, some kind of garishly dressed human (male? female? Short and beardless, Ovias couldn't tell. Likely female, he decided, pending hearing her speak. High pitched voice normally meant a female, the rule went). No dwarf would be caught wearing those colours, but from all he knew of humans, that was likely to be the height of fashion. Ovias decided he would not mention it - rumours said that human females tended to be as touchy about any comments about their clothing as a dwarf would be of their beards.

Yeril
2008-02-15, 02:00 PM
Joseph, looking to keep his skills sharp carries his crossbow up to the front of the ship, standing near the ballista, he throws a short length of wood into the water, loads his bow and tries to shoot it.

"Blast.." He grits through his teeth, as he shoots and misses, the second bolt, missing too.
"Gettin' rusty Joe" he sighs to himself, fires another fruitless shot and then retires his crossbow back to his pack.

Glancing around at the other Pioneers that he knew, the Dwarf, named Greyboard or somthing, there was a half-orc whom he didn't catch the name of, the drunken lout and a chap named Eric.

storyteller
2008-02-15, 03:13 PM
A toy rat lands on the upper deck and a second later a white kitten pounces on the toy, landing with a somersault and almost bumping into the elderly human called Jansen Himmerhardt. Nelle opens her cabin door and scolds the kitten but then sees many new people and takes a look around... an elf... and a dwarf... and a man practising with his crossbow... this is too interesting to pass...

It's nearly sunset and the horizon is turning red. Nelle sighs and says under her breath "It's going to be a beautiful sunset..."

smartaleq
2008-02-15, 03:26 PM
Apathetic to the goings-on of the people at the rails of the ship, Gil relaxes high in his perch among the ropes near the crow's nest. Securely wound among the lines, Gil drifts in and out of day-dreams while idly knotting and untying a length of yarn.

borninbones
2008-02-15, 04:17 PM
Larry
Larry slowly made his way upstairs on to the top deck from having taken care of the animals. His short and badly cut black hair tucked under his cap, his beard swaying in the gentle wind. Larry looks out over the water. He is wearing poorly died fabrics (akin to flanel) and thick pants. He smells like a barn and has high cut boots. He heads over to the stonemason, Ovias as he seemed like someone who'd know the joy of diggin into fresh earth.

"M'name's Larry. Ima farmer." He holds out a hand.

Grey_Wolf_c
2008-02-15, 05:10 PM
Ovias stared for a second at the stretched hand. The human had addressed him in some way, but with an accent so thick it had been simply incomprehensible. Going for the safest bet - that he had barged in - he grasped the hand in a strong grip and answered "Good afterrnoon. My name is <Ovias Greybeard>. You may call me Grrey" His voice, however, was cold. He clearly was less than pleased with the directness of the human.

Lonna
2008-02-15, 05:39 PM
Mara Herbswife


Mara snapped out of her reverie, hearing Ovias address someone behind her. Turning, she had to smother her laughter at the scene before her. If someone had deliberately gone looking for someone completely Ovias' opposite in looks, I don't believe they could have done better. She thought as she stepped forward.

"I'm Mara Herbswife, apprentice healer." she said pleasantly, extending her hand toward the newcomer. "I don't believe I caught your name." This close she had to crane her neck a bit to look the stranger in the eyes. She immediately felt sorry for Ovias, who, being nearly a foot shorter than herself, must be even more uncomfortable.

journeyman
2008-02-16, 02:12 PM
Feln Zekor, Animal Trainer

Much like many of his charges, Feln was uncomfortable in a crowd of strangers. Finding the rear of the ship less occupied, the rather averge looking man (soft brown eyes, ragged brown hair, and a tan would probably never make him stand out in a crowd) drifted over there. There was some sort of nautical term for it, he remembered the mate saying it when they had boarded, but he couldn't recall it. The events of the past played in his mind as they are wont to do. He faced them honestly and left them in the ship's wake, literally and figuratively. He had failed to become a guard, though he'd wanted to. Not strong enough, not tough enough, not talented enough, all true. He had good eyes and decent aim, but he always seemed to forget some little rule or do the wrong thing without realizing it. So, they kicked him out. They didn't forget him though. Animals liked him and training the dogs was like getting paid to play with your pet. He was proud to train animals for the town. Then that famous ranger retired there. He was better at it, no doubt about that. Wealthy enough that he could afford to give his time freely. Still, it meant they didn't need him anymore. He'd find another place. Someplace out there would need him, not a hero, just a run-of-the-mill, no talent, try-hard kind of guy. Hopefully he'd find it soon, after all, he didn't have any more money. Feln pulled a ship's biscuit from his pocket and threw pieces to the gulls following the ship. Far as he knew, they were useless scavengers, living off the scraps. Still it didn't bother them any, they had the freedom of the sea and sky. He felt an odd kinship with them. It was a beautiful sunset and his heart flew with the birds.

Grey_Wolf_c
2008-02-16, 02:54 PM
Mara Herbswife
"I'm Mara Herbswife, apprentice healer." she said pleasantly, extending her hand toward the newcomer. "I don't believe I caught your name." This close she had to crane her neck a bit to look the stranger in the eyes. She immediately felt sorry for Ovias, who, being nearly a foot shorter than herself, must be even more uncomfortable.

Ovias Greybeard (http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.php?addon=Profiler&page=view_char&cid=8590)

Not feeling patient enough to wait for the Tall of indesciphrable language's answer, Ovias took the chance to turn around while the Tall was being addressed by Mara.

Looking towards the horizon he saw what could have been a dark cloud. He remembered then some of the lessons he had received on weather patterns. At the time, he and his school friends had wondered why they were told that - what use is weather to a dwarf? they would ask. But understanding the complex forms of weather is a step to understand complex patterns everywhere else, so learnt them they must, and so they did.

Maybe now that he had left the mines he would actually find a directly practical use for it. Sending his mind down the path of old memories, he tried to remember the rules of winds and smells and clouds, and combined them with what he could sense to try and predict the next day's weather.

Action taken: predict weather: survival DC15 (+2)

OOC: Just trying out how I would announce this kind of action in the real game. I assume I just wait for the DM to throw dice and announce the result?

Shademan
2008-02-16, 06:45 PM
Zavulon made his way towards the ballista again (and stepped on the drunk in the process). He had'nt studied closely the last time and now he was curious on it. Mybe he had to make one of those one day? ignoring everything around him, focusing only on the ballista he reached out and took a firm grip on it. He shaked it lightly to see if it was stable, he then proceeded to study it further.
a small smile found its way to his fanged mouth...

lawful_evil
2008-02-16, 07:20 PM
Epswitch

The man, small for even a halfling, stood at the railing on deck watching the sea. Of course, he looked under the railing between the bars. He was pale and seemingly dirty. His bald head looked like a Wren's speckled egg, white with black flecks. He had no disease, no, he had years of chimney soot imbedded in his skin.

Although he had packed an extensive amount of baggage for transit, he wore peasants cloths, worn out and blackened with soot. Even after standing on deck during the last rain storm, his cloths were still nearly jet black and his face and hands still look like he'd been eating something directly out of the ashes of a cooking fire.

Over the several days on board, Epswitch tried to stay on deck as much as the captain would allow and now he had a bit of a sunburn on the top of his head, giving it a very odd appearance. Although he was a Chimney sweep by trade, he desperately want a new life and so he introduced himself as a trader.

Epswitch was used to being looked down upon, both literally and figuratively. He knew he was beneath most of his clientèle and knew better that to try to talk to any of them. Old John Sweeper had handled all the business, Epswitch just had to climb the roof and, all to often, lower himself down the chimney to clean it out. The only time he was really comfortable speaking up was when it didn't matter, like with strangers at a bar. Say... that fellow is drunk. Epswitch started to build up the the nerve to talk him. I'd better work on my people skills if I'm going to sell anything. When he finally turned to do it, the dang drunk tripped and hit his head. Dang.

Epswitch wandered over and looked at the fellow to make sure he was alive and to pull him out of the way, seeing as people were stepping on him. Epswitch mutters under his breath, "Why don't you just lie here, out of everyone's way."



Should we choose text colors? I'm not sure there are 30 good colors. Anyone notice that prologue is spelled wrong?

sickler
2008-02-16, 10:36 PM
Ben

Sitting slouched against a wall in the lower decks, Ben frowned his brow in frustration. The loud and out-of-tune drunk had finally left for the upper decks but he still couldn't relax. His fighting spirit was too restrained on this boat. He was completely unfamiliar with everyone on the ship and while he loved a good brawl, he wasn't entirely a fool. I bet I could have punched out that crooked wharfmaster and no one would have even batted an eye, he lamented to himself.

Letting out a breath, he readjusted his posture against the wall. He opened his eyes for a brief moment to make sure the sack of belongings by his side was still untouched and put his hand down at his side to ensure the same with his belt pouch. I'm no fool, he repeated to himself again, casting his last conscious thoughts to reminisce of his home, I'll show them what I'm good for.

borninbones
2008-02-17, 05:22 PM
"Hello mara, my name is Larry." He shakes your hand. "Ima farmer. I am the caretaker of most of the animals on board. At least at the moment."

TwoCents
2008-02-17, 06:12 PM
The game has started! Check out the IC thread here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=72748)