conversations: human
conversations:  Cresh. The great port-city, it controls most of the wealth coming in from Fra-Stond. It's not surprising that most mining enterprises have at least some presence here, from being based here, to simply having some people here. One of these mining enterprises, based here in Cresh, have hired you to help defend their mines from raids. However, the boat there seems to take forever to arrive, and the four of you are in a hut on the dock, owned by the Deepline mining company, your employers.
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  A human in half-plate armor stands up, a slightly curved sword at his side.  "Hello I am Triath, I specialize in front line combat, who are you all?" 
  
  
  OOC: I meant to ask you, since I have quick-draw, can I also sheath my weapon as a free action? If so I was wanting Triath to strike/block by drawing his katana then sheathing it when he is done for the moment.
conversations: Trodon:
conversations: human
conversations:  An orc stands up, cladded in breastplate, with a massive sword at this back. He speaks with a rough voice.
  
  " "I am Heosk, I stab things" 
  
  &lt;Thinks to self&gt; And thats all they need to know.
  
  I lift some weights, to keep myself in shape, and distract myself from these other 'defenders'. Humans talk too much.
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  A human wearing a dark gray breastplate and a bit of scale armor is leaning against a wall. He is a bearded man with dark hair and blue eyes, leaning against the wall to his side are a well crafted glaive, a large rucksack, and a bow and quiver. Seeing everyone else introducing themselves he stands up a little straighter and speaks,
  
    "My name is Ramius Morgan, you can just call me Ramius, as for what I do, I can shoot and fight well with most weapons, although I have a preferance for polearms. "  he gestures to the glaive leaning against the wall behind him.
conversations: Bayonet Priest:
conversations: human
conversations:  Standing to his feet, a man of average build with piercing blue eyes and dark, messy hair says " I am Corporal Carl Meyer. I've fought in many skirmishes across the lands, and my specialty is guerrilla tactics. " The man pats the crossbow at his side as he says the last bit.
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  While we're waiting, does any want a duel?" 
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I'll pass"  said Ramius with small smile.
conversations: Bayonet Priest:
conversations: human
conversations:  A frown on his face, Carl says " To be honest, I find the idea repulsive. The burden of combat should never be treated as a sport. "
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  I stare quizzically at Carl. Why does he not want our band to be stronger?
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  As you talk, you hear a knock on the door, and a muffled voice saying  "Are you there for the boat?" 
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  " I believe so, yes. Are we to be on our way now? " Carl ignores the orc.
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  " 'Burden of combat?''  Triath says, looking confused.
conversations: Trodon:
conversations: human
conversations:  "What he said"  replied Ramius, gesturing toward Carl.
conversations: Bayonet Priest:
conversations: human
conversations:  Carl whispers to Triath and the orc, saying " Violence is not something I take lightly. I've seen many good men die because they didn't  respect  warfare. Some of them I killed myself. "
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  "They attacked you?" 
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  " It's a long and complex story, and no two instances are quite the same. Can we please find something else to harp on? "
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Yes" 
  
  I walk outside to see if the boat is here yet
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  As Heosk walks to the door, it opens, revealing an ancient man standing there, who then says  "Ah, there you are. Boat's down the path to your right." 
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  I go down the path to my right.
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  Triath follows Heosk out of the building and to the right.
conversations: Trodon:
conversations: human
conversations:  As the others leave the room, Ramius lifts up his gear and follows.
conversations: Bayonet Priest:
conversations: human
conversations:  As does Carl.
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  The path ends in a small jetty, that appears to have no boats docked. However, there is a man standing on it, and as he sees you he beckons you all over.
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  I walk up to the man.
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  Carl approaches the man slowly. " Hail! What say you, sir? "
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  "So, you're here for the boat, then? Well, just step of the jetty, over there"  the man says pointing to one of the edges of the jetty.
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  I pick up the man, and drop him off the side of the jetty
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  Strangely, the man doesn't fall into the water, instead disappearing, although you do hear a 'thud'.
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  " I was starting to think that this would be a relatively normal journey. This world loves to show me wrong. " Carl races over to where the man fell and peers over the side. " Do you need any help? " he shouts.
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  You don't see the man, but you do notice the water there is still, not like the rest of the water
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  Triath walks over to the edge, then he takes out his sword and pokes the still water.
conversations: Trodon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ramius cautiously steps off the jetty.
conversations: Bayonet Priest:
conversations: human
conversations:  I leap off the jetty.
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  OOC: To bump, there needs to be a new post.
conversations: Trodon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Triath's sword doesn't go into the water, just disappears, then hitting something hard.
  
  Ramius steps onto wood, and looking ahead, he can see a boat, all ready for you.
  
  Heosk leaps off, and hits his head on the wooden jetty.
  
  To everyone else, Ramius and Heosk seem to have disappeared.
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  I pretend not to have noticed the impact.
  
  I call back to the others;  "It's an invisible boat" 
  
  I look for the man i dropped.
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  Triath takes his sword, then steps off the jetty.
conversations: Trodon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Sighing heavily, Carl shakes his head and lowers himself onto the boat he cannot see.
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  You all find that the jetty actually continues, and sure enough, there's a boat. Sitting on the edge of it is the man Heosk threw of the jetty, and he seems unharmed. He gets up and walks over, saying  "Well, here's the boat. Just get in, and we'll take you to Fra-stond." 
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  Triath walks on to the boat, ready to get to Fra-Stond.
conversations: Trodon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Carl does as instructed, saying " Thank you, sir. I can only apologize for my compatriot's behavior. "
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  Heosk is a little annoyed by Carls apology, but ignores it.
  
  He speaks to the jetty man.  "Why is the boat invisible?" 
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well, " the man starts  "the bosses don't really want to advertise that we're sending people out there. I guess they want to be underestimated. Anyway, if you're all good to go, we'll be leaving." 
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  Carl speaks up once more. " I think that we're all eager to get moving, sir. "
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Good, good."
   
  
  He goes inside the front compartments of the boat, leaving you all in the main section. The boat starts moving, picking up to a good speed. Once the boat leaves port and heads into the ocean, the man starts to speak.
  
   "Alright, the illusion's been removed. We're far enough away to not be suspicious, and the illusion was fading anyway. Unfortunately, a patch of the ocean we're heading over has quite a reputation for being dangerous, but we'll deal with that. Once we got to Fra-Stond, the local supervisor there will take over." 
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Very good. How long is this trip planned to take? "
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Oh, I'd say around 10 hours or so." 
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Let's go then, the sooner the better." 
conversations: Trodon:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Alright, then. Just relax, and we'll be there before you know it!" 
  
  He disappears, and the boat starts to pick up some more speed.
  
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  Nine hours later, the boat pulls into port again.
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  I look around
conversations: razovor:
conversations: human
conversations:  The actual port area itself is decent, with the buildings all orderly lined up, clean, and well-built. You can see the rest of the town however, and that is so much different. You see a sprawl of ramshackle buildings; the streets covered in junk; beggars lying against the buildings and a few dead bodies.
  
  Standing on the dock next to the ship is an orc dressed in loose clothing with a turban on his head. You hear the boatman behind you saying  "That's our local man. He'll direct you further. Goodbye"   
conversations: Volthawk:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Thank you, sir. " says Carl, though once out of earshot he mutters " I'm certain I've been in worse places, but none come to mind. " The man waves to the turbaned orc, approaching him at a cautious speed.
conversations: Lyndworm:
conversations: human
conversations:  Heosk approaches the turbaned orc
conversations: razovor: