conversations: human
conversations:  "El imperio en el que nunca se pone el sol."
  - Fray Francisco de Ugald, to the Holy Roman Emperor
  
  The coast of Wodan, on the northern and southern sides, is a treacherous pass covered with low reefs and deadly whirlpools. Only the bravest of mariners dare the stormy, treacherous weather, with most opting to take the long route around the deadly phenomena. Such is life, however, and most prefer the dangers of the sea to dealing with the insular and hostile natives of the mountains.
  
  Of the sailors of the world, only two nations have their sights on the sea: Tierce and Naranja. Fierce naval battles on the other side of the world are fought, unseen by the rest of the world, with great hurricanes summoned by the Tiercian noblemen daunted by the tenacity of the captains of the Naran.
  
  For one reason or another, time is of the essence for you. You have boarded on a small clipper, helmed by a fierce woman named Vanessa - and your gamble seems to have paid of. Days of nausea and creaking wood have passed into sunlight and fair winds. You are awakened from the dark depths of the hold to the smell of frying bacon on the deck. Hungry from a week of hardtack and stewed fish, you emerge from below into the day...
conversations: Orosboru:
conversations: human
conversations:  The ventriloquist arrived aboard the deck, a constant grin on his face.  "Good morning everyone!" 
   "Last night, I saw a sea serpent in my pajamas. How it got into my pajamas, I'll never know." 
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well not the best of vessals but she did fine all the same."  said the thief twriling his dagger in his hand.  "Anyone know when we will be served a decent meal anytime soon, the last time I ate the blasted dogs cooking had my tossing my bones over the rail." 
conversations: Scholar23:
conversations: human
conversations:  I'll be glad to take any food you don't want off your hands.  as if to prove her point, Aella lets out a belch that would put the average man to shame
conversations: John Cribati:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Herpestidae 
    
   I'll be glad to take any food you don't want off your hands.  as if to prove her point, Aella lets out a belch that would put the average man to shame 
   
  
   
  The dummy let out a whistle.  "What did you say your name was, lad?" 
    "Quiet, Lufty, I think it's a girl."  
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Penguinator 
    
  The dummy let out a whistle.  "What did you say your name was, lad?" 
    "Quiet, Lufty, I think it's a girl."   
   
  
   
   "Aye, I can see her playing the lad but in either case you have to go jump the stern to get what was left of my vittles."  Smirking the entire time as he wandered about.
conversations: Scholar23:
conversations: human
conversations:  Th'name's Aella, and it's in your best interest for your puppet to watch ’is wooden tongue, else I'll rip it out 'is mouth. 
conversations: John Cribati:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Now don't go blaming the puppet for speaking what we were all thinking lass, its not his fault you show more guts then half of my old molety crew." 
conversations: Scholar23:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Herpestidae 
    
   Th'name's Aella, and it's in your best interest for your puppet to watch ’is wooden tongue, else I'll rip it out 'is mouth.  
   
  
   
   "Joke's on you, haven't got a tongue." 
   "That's enough, Lufty. Keep quiet." 
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  The young mage emerged from below deck and paused on deck, blinking rapidly. And she stood blinking for a long time. Apparently the sun was new to this one.
  
   "Ow.....Why must the sun set fire to my eyes when the weather is finally kind enough to relent? And when there's actually food that isn't made of wood to be had? I'll miss all the decent food. Again." 
conversations: Dante Falcon:
conversations: human
conversations:  The captain holds a pig on her right thigh, feeding it choice bits of fried bacon with her hands. She smiles at you when you arise from below.
   "A damn beautiful sight, isn't it? I was saving Lucky and Unlucky when we crossed the Dragonback Reefs."  She stokes the small oven a smidge, crackling food cooking on it.  "Unfortunately, Lucky didn't make it, I'm afraid to say."   She looks at the thief.  "Hardtack and bilgewater too fancy for your kind, eh? Want me to serve you with a silver spoon and a lacey dress? Aie. But I'd appease you, Milord, stay your wrath and enjoy some sausage."
   
  And it is a beautiful day, indeed. The coast is not far off, the water sparkling clear, showing the shoals of fish swimming along side your wake.
conversations: Orosboru:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Orosboru 
    
  The captain holds a pig on her right thigh, feeding it choice bits of fried bacon with her hands. She smiles at you when you arise from below. 
   
  
   
   "Just goes to show what a pig-eat-pig world it is." 
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Finally manages to blink the glare out of her eyes and look around the deck before walking up to the man with his puppet and staring at the wooden doll then the man, then the doll again.
  
   "Did you somehow get a spirit in this doll?" 
conversations: Dante Falcon:
conversations: human
conversations:  The barbarian came up from belowdecks. He speaks politely, with an easy smile.  Good morning. I will take some sausage. And some for my horse as well?  He glances around at the crew and fellow passengers as he makes his way to get food. He pretty obviously doesn't know what to make of the man with the puppet. 
   Spoiler 
  Ok. The pig-eat-pig joke was pretty funny. &gt;.&gt;
   
conversations: Nihilarian:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Dante Falcon 
    
  
  Finally manages to blink the glare out of her eyes and look around the deck before walking up to the man with his puppet and staring at the wooden doll then the man, then the doll again.
  
   "Did you somehow get a spirit in this doll?"  
   
  
   
   "Lotta spirits. But I prefer a strong ale." 
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Penguinator 
    
   "Lotta spirits. But I prefer a strong ale."  
   
  
   
  
  She pauses for a moment, considering what was said before smiling and then laughing a little.
  
   "That was pretty clever actually. My name is Morgan. And I'm guessing that you don't get the doll drunk before it starts talking." 
conversations: Dante Falcon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Dante Falcon 
    
  
  She pauses for a moment, considering what was said before smiling and then laughing a little.
  
   "That was pretty clever actually. My name is Morgan. And I'm guessing that you don't get the doll drunk before it starts talking."  
   
  
   
  He chuckled a little.  "Not often. I'm Gaibo, and this is Lufty." 
  
  The puppet's hand was extended for a shake.
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  "And I"  the cloaked figured said with a slight bow  "am Dirrun, Devil in the night and Master in the ..... ummm."  stumbling over the last part he long at the young girl  "Ahh, excuse me not ust to having a lady on a ship." 
conversations: Scholar23:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Scholar23 
    
   "And I" the cloaked figured said with a slight bow "am Dirrun, Devil in the night and Master in the ..... ummm."  stumbling over the last part he long at the young girl  "Ahh, excuse me not ust to having a lady on a ship."  
   
  
   
   'Scuse me? 
conversations: John Cribati:
conversations: human
conversations:  Turning around  "Well any time I had a umhm, lady on a ship something unlucky ... always happen. The prettier the worst the luck. Thankfully we got you to balance out the spry young girl over there."  Hand resting on hip while leaning on the railing he began to chuckle.
  
  OOC
   
   Spoiler 
  Sorry acting in character😦
   
conversations: Scholar23:
conversations: human
conversations:  You do realize I could blow your sorry behind off this ship, right? See how lucky you are in the middle of the ocean. 
conversations: John Cribati:
conversations: human
conversations:  Chuckling as he stands straight up and said  "By the time you hit my with your little spell we would've reached land. See now what I mean about women, always starting problems." 
conversations: Scholar23:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Ah, enough caterwauling over nothing, landlubbers! You'll upset Unlucky's appetite!"  Vanessa strokes the pig's back.
  
  In the distance, a massive chunk of bedrock dips below the cloud cover, part of the base of a great floating castle. It slowly tumbles away from the coast and towards the water. To everyone riding on the boat, it looks like a meteor is blazing directly for them.
  
   "Ah, hell. Dirrun, if we throw you off now, any chance that it will miss us?" 
conversations: Orosboru:
conversations: human
conversations:  "At this rate I might jump off, though I might take the boat with me and leave all of you behind. Who in his right mind needs a floating castle. Isn't that thing geeting a liitle close?"  Dirrun grumbled as he gazed up at the huge castle.
conversations: Scholar23:
conversations: human
conversations:  Morgan takes a step back, not that the small movement changes the predicament she's in.  "That....I don't suppose we can get out of the way of that? And for the record Dirrun this one is not my fault." 
conversations: Dante Falcon:
conversations: human
conversations:  "... That's a new one."  Freydun notes, bemused. He sets his plate down and goes downstairs to get his horse.
conversations: Nihilarian: