conversations: human
conversations:  "It was supposed to be an expedition!  NOTHING MORE!" 
  Jacques, the sole survivor of a viscous mutiny, yelled on as he had for the past two days.  You hauled him into the ship after finding him stranded on a piece of driftwood three days ago, and since nursing him back to health, he has yet to give any solid info on what exactly happened.  Its a wonder you were able to get his name.
   "Please, just get me home safely and I'll pay anything!  ANYTHING!" 
conversations: DocScratch:
conversations: human
conversations:  Warren rubbed tired eyes. The shouting was giving him a headache, and the sun was beating down hard. It wasn't his place to stop the crazed Jacques, as he had signed on only as a traveling mercenary, of sorts.
  
  His shadowed assistant appeared before him, bowing.  "My Lord." 
   "Shh. Don't want them to hear you."  
   "They can't, Lord... You remember." 
   "...Ah, right. Unless I want them to." 
   "Right..." 
   "Any news?" 
   "Not... that I know... The girl..." 
   "Yes, something odd about her. Something... familiar, perhaps?" 
   "It... has been years..." 
   "Hmm..." 
  Someone walked through the man's assistant, and gave him a strange look. Warren forgot that, to their eyes, he was talking to himself.
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Shiron winced as Jacques cried out again. The subject often changed, but the constant volume which only died down when he dozed off for sleep was a little painful.
  
  In truth, she felt sorry for the man. He'd seen something quite traumatic. Perhaps he could deal with it better, but she still empathised. Even when she was wincing and stroking the neck of her winged horse.
  
   "Aye, Ryssa. Calm."  She spoke softly, almost cooing to her companion.  "The man is just remembering more vividly again." 
  
  She often found herself like this, as she didn't really talk much with the rest of the crew. And she didn't even consider letting anyone else take care of Ryssa.
  
  The gently swaying boat calmed her thoughts as she stroked the white pegasi's neck. It was funny how boats reminded her of flying....
conversations: bladescape:
conversations: human
conversations:  Richard stood on the deck of the ship, surveying the surrounding waters as the screaming started again. Hnnngh. It was getting on his nerves two days ago and wasn't showing signs of stopping now. Muttering a prayer to the seas to get them back to port safely and above all   fast  , Richard turned back and marched over to the frankly pathetic man.
  
   "Aye, aye, you'll get to port safely. We don't know where you live, but we can drop you off when we make port. Now, could yer please be quiet?"  Richard tried his best to keep his tone level as he spoke, making it clear that he wasn't angry despite the fact he was, incredibly so in fact.
conversations: Steilos:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Wait...you mean you don't know who I am?" 
  His hysterics come to a screeching halt as he realizes that his reputation hasn't proceeded him.  He primps himself, attempting to seem superior in the face of his pathetic display.
   "I'm Jacques Terrace, greatest shipwright in any of the five kingdoms!" 
conversations: DocScratch:
conversations: human
conversations:  Johnathan was annoyed by the man's screaming, but couldn't call attention to himself. He knew that if someone checked the ship's roster they wouldn't find his name.
  
  This trip sucked. The man was always yelling, there was only one cute girl. If he knew the trip was going to be like this, he might have taken his chances with prison.
conversations: Illven:
conversations: human
conversations:  Richard blinked a few times.  "...Pleasure to make yer acquaintance, Jacques. Think I've heard of you before. Or rumours of a famous shipwright, at least." 
  How amazing. To turn from hysterical to smug in five seconds fat- sorry, flat. Perhaps if he encouraged the ego a bit...
   "If yer don't mind me asking, what were yer doin' out here? You were hollering like you'd seen a demon." 
conversations: Steilos:
conversations: human
conversations:  Jacques started at the mention of demons.
   "That's exactly what I saw.  The men on that ship turned on each other like hungry animals..."   He trails off, his eyes becoming distant as he relives the event.
conversations: DocScratch:
conversations: human
conversations:  Warren looked unimpressed. He nodded to his servant.
   "Any news on that one?" 
   "Never... heard of him. Looked... into his mind... Seem's he's... senile..." 
   "Senility? Perhaps only self-approval." 
   "That... too... Very prideful..." 
   "Right." 
   "One... other thing... Thief... looks at her... funny..." 
   "Hm... Well, make sure he doesn't try anything. Don't want any funny business going on before I remember fully..." 
   "Yes... Lord..." 
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Richard looked over uneasily at the shaman for a second, before looking back at the braggart.   "Bad memories, eh? Sounds like t'was a hell of a mutiny. Don't worry, we'll get you to safety soon enough. Just stay calm and try not to disturb anyone until we reach port."  
  
  As he left to go back to deck, Richard was unsure of how he did that without backhanding the gasbag over the side. Hopefully he'd be quiet now. After getting back to the deck, Richard casts his eye around for the captain.
conversations: Steilos:
conversations: human
conversations:  Shiron sighed quietly. The calm was appreciated, she'd have to go and thank that older man personally. Pegasi always were shy and disliked large noises, though the more hardened and battle-weary ones were less effected, like Ryssa.
  
  But none of them liked loud noises. Some nations would probably be quite surprised how a wing of Pegasus Riders could become disorganized at one continuous loud noise. It was a secret well kept by those who knew it.
  
   "See? The man has calmed again."  She spoke quietly again, scratching Ryssa between the ears.
conversations: bladescape:
conversations: human
conversations:  The proud son of the Grand Captain stormed above deck. He'd gone below when the yelling had started, as his presence tended to aggravate Jacques' condition more than that of anyone else. Maybe it was the eye-patch...
  
  He addresses the group as a whole as he rises.  "I hear that our... "guest" has done yelling for now. Has it been anything  sensible ?" 
conversations: John Cribati:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Herpestidae 
    
  He addresses the group as a whole as he rises. [/COLOR]"I hear that our... "guest" has done yelling for now. Has it been anything  sensible ?"[/color] 
   
  
   
  Warren cleaned his nails as he spoke, never once looking at the captain.  "If you believe that grandiose claims of power and fame are sensible, then yes."  He cast a casual glance in the man's direction.  "Not much besides." 
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Herpestidae 
    
    The proud son of the Grand Captain stormed above deck. He'd gone below when the yelling had started, as his presence tended to aggravate Jacques' condition more than that of anyone else. Maybe it was the eye-patch...
  
  He addresses the group as a whole as he rises.  "I hear that our... "guest" has done yelling for now. Has it been anything  sensible ?"  
   
  
   
    "Essent'ally what the mercenary said, Captain. Although on th' positve side I think he's finally gone quiet for more than a few minutes this time."  
  
  Richard looked out over the sea, and shrugged.   "Nothing else to report really. That man's the only notable thing that's happened so far."  
conversations: Steilos:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Penguinator 
    
  Warren cleaned his nails as he spoke, never once looking at the captain.  "If you believe that grandiose claims of power and fame are sensible, then yes."  He cast a casual glance in the man's direction.  "Not much besides."  
   
  
  
   
   Originally Posted by Steilos 
    
    "Essent'ally what the mercenary said, Captain. Although on th' positve side I think he's finally gone quiet for more than a few minutes this time."  
  
  Richard looked out over the sea, and shrugged.   "Nothing else to report really. That man's the only notable thing that's happened so far."   
   
  
   
  
  Akimao moves over to inspect the now out-of-it Jacques. He'd never really gotten a good look at him, but there was something that he felt he should know...
   "What sort o' power 'n fame  we talking? Don't look like he's fought a day in his life. The only thing you'd be famous for in these parts beyond killin' people is buildin'... ships. 
  Before he'd even properly finished the sentence, he'd hauled the dozing man to his feet and shook him wildly.
   "Pardon me, mate, but  if you'll pardon me askin' would your last name happen to be  Terrace ?" 
conversations: John Cribati:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Steilos 
    
    "Essent'ally what the mercenary said, Captain. Although on th' positve side I think he's finally gone quiet for more than a few minutes this time."   
   
  
   
  Warren cringed a bit, eyeing his servant.  "Mercenary is such a  harsh  word. Really, I'm a traveler. I've asked for no money, and I won't switch sides for more of it." 
conversations: Penguinator:
conversations: human
conversations:  Richard stopped in his tracks as the Captain shook Jacques up. Wait, he was  seriously  considering that? Well, he'd heard of a Jacques Terrace, but somehow this man did not measure up to Marcus' expectations. Then again, it was only a first impression - that and the last two days spent  bawling like a little child. 
  
  Answering Warren. Richard essayed a apologetic shrug.   "My apologies, traveller. We get all  sorts  of mercenaries around here... altho' it's good to know you'll not switch sides for coin."  
conversations: Steilos:
conversations: human
conversations:  Warren shrugged.  "Coin is of no concern to me. I have... other matters to attend to." 
conversations: Penguinator: