The celebration of the Qanescir raged on throughout the night in an abundance of food, music, drink, and sex.  The elites and semi-elites were the center of attention, particularly those embarking on the glorious crusade for kobold glory.  By the time dawn broke, most of the tribe was blissfully asleep from the festivities, but come afternoon the ship’s preparations were well under way.  Kobolds ran up and down the crude dock with barrels, crates, and sacks of all sizes meant to supply you with the best provisions the village had to offer.  Despite the abundance of hangovers, each tribesman strived to do their part to contribute to make sure they proved their worth in earning the opportunity to become a genuine dragon.<br/><br/>The lot of you stand on the ship’s main deck, casually overseeing the preparations as you finally get your chance to sort out roles and assign jobs to the lesser elites.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Now is your chance to officially state/claim your role on the ship.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Role Examples:</span><br/>Captain<br/>First Mate<br/>Master-at-Arms<br/>Quartermaster<br/>Navigator/Sailing Master<br/>Master Surgeon<br/>Master Artificer<br/>Master Gunner<br/><br/>Feel free to come up with your own since the kobolds have no formal naval training in this regard.  Also, now is a chance for brief pre-voyage socializing.<br/></div></div>