conversations: human
conversations:  OOC Link   
   {table=head]Player | Character
  Zarthrax |  Trin-taratai 
  Userpay |  Kinleth 
  Dorizzit |  Marcos of the Silver Mind [/table] 
    7:00 AM, approx.  
   Despite its claims at airborne travel, the Platinum Dynasty rests silently on the waters of the Arun Sea, bobbing up and down with it. A massively impressive display of craftsmanship, the ship itself is made out of Platinum, with designs of birds of grace and prey lining the lip, while at the bow, is the carved image of an angel, her body draped in cloth, and her wings out stretched behind her. It shines in the sunlight, giving it an even greater attractive quality to it. Aboard it, men and women dressed in uniform, simple black clothing, with a weapon strapped to either their side or back, along with a shield, run about the ship, checking for things to be in order. Near the bow, where a wheel should be, stands several figures who are dressed in robes and elegant clothing, talking amongst themselves.
  
  Behind you, the city of Calton Port, the city of Merchants and Travelers and Noblemen on holiday, begins to slowly wake. The sun rises slowly, the light reflecting off the water. The smoke from inns cooking the morning meals starts to rise, and the first sounds of business begin to make their way from the city, across the platforms, to you.
  
  A man dressed in simple clothing; a leather vest, over a white shirt and brown pants, is seen standing at the edge of the Platinum Dynasty. He shouts out,  "Hello to you all! I ask that those who are here to travel come up first, and those who are here to work wait for the passengers to go before them! Thank you!"  At his side is a rapier, which he takes out, and taps on the side of the ship. Immediately, the carvings of the birds stretch, and slowly make their way towards a dock, forming a staircase.
  
  And on that dock, stand you three, amongst a crowd of passengers. Whether it is because you have decided to simply travel, or have been asked to work on the ship itself, you are here now. The crowd begins to thin out, a good  three dozen people, as they file up to begin their journey. 
   
   Spoiler 
  If you are here to work, simply let people go before you. If you are here as a passenger, you'll have your ticket in your hand, and you will walk up with the crowd.
   
conversations: Cardea:
conversations: human
conversations:  Trin-taratai stands on the docks in the midst of the crowd, his light grey attire a mark of neutrality in a riot of surrounding colors.
  
  As he gazes up at the ship, his ears pick up the sound of children, undoubtedly other passengers, playing while they wait.
  
  He smiles at that thought before the sun temporarily blinds him with the glare off  his 'crown of horns', as one of the children had called it. He had tried to sit down and explain that it was actually the manifestation of a being from the Realm of Dreams that had merged with his being, but the young girl at the time was far more interested in the game of tag going on nearby and left before hearing so much as a tenth of the explanation.
  
  When the announcement is made, he ponders for a moment the various reasons to forsake his ticket and work as crew, then decides against them as he moves to the line.
  
    Better to be a paying passenger, I think. That way, I won't have to dishonor them or insult those who need the coin by taking a position that I don't strictly need.  
conversations: Zarthrax:
conversations: human
conversations:  Kinleth stands off to the side, her normally colorful outfit replaced with black. Her dark brown eyes scan over the crowd, nay over those that would be under her protection, for this trip. Occasionally she'd join in the children's merrymaking while they waited but always she returned to the same spot upon a dock piling. Quite honestly the halfling was looking forward to this trip as the passengers finally started to board. With her line of work she'd likely have plenty of time to wander the ship.
conversations: userpay:
conversations: human
conversations:  Marcos makes his way through the crowd.  He is careful to avoid getting near to any of the boarding passengers; he is intangible, at present, and does not wish to cause any alarm.  Quite the opposite; for once, he wants to be able to remain unnoticed.  A few contacts are inevitable, but they are few and minor.  Once he makes it onto the ship, he steps away from the crowd and begins to explore the boat, starting with the main deck.
conversations: Dorizzit: