Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread
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				Title: <strong>Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 05:01:47</strong>
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				Your first few months aboard the Securis have been uneventful but exhausting.&nbsp; The first thing you learned about the ship was that it didn’t sail the sea in a traditional sense.&nbsp; You learned this while experiencing the ship “leaving port” from one of the observation decks – watching once-familiar terrain as one might view a landscape painting, from thousands of feet in the air, and watching as that familiar terrain slowly shrinks into infinitesimal smallness and ultimately vanishes into a wash of green and brown circumscribed by deep blue-green oceans.&nbsp; Then everything is obscured by the clouds as the clouds once obscured the sun for you, and the ship is surrounded by the midnight black and eerie gossamer silver of realms beyond your world.<br><br>The second thing you learned about the Securis was that it is massive.&nbsp; Fully a kilometer long, the ship resembles a huge, four-bladed axe, from the ‘butt’ of its 800-meter adamantine cargo boom to the 20 decks protected by the layers of mithril plate comprising the ‘head.’ It sails through the void haft-first, with its largest ‘blade’ upright, with two blades at the sides like stunted wings and one below like a distended, razor-sharp keel.&nbsp; The ship has neither sails nor oars, and is instead propelled through the Astral Sea by a great gout of blood-red flame – itself the size of a fortress – that emerges from the top of the ‘axe.’<br><br>The sense of wonder (and maybe a little fear) soon passed, however, as it quickly became clear that the Securis was still a merchant vessel, despite its massive size and unusual trade route.&nbsp; The ship’s crew is the size of the population of a good-sized town, and every position is still understaffed.&nbsp; Your impromptu meeting with the admiral was the last time you saw him, as you were assigned a small but private cabin as well as the rank of Ensign, and mustered into your new job aboard ship.<br><br>Finnegan is assigned to the ship’s library, an absolute disaster area of a warehouse.&nbsp; It is filled with stacks upon stacks of dusty, mouldering books and scrolls, and requests for texts begin coming in from the rest of the ship almost immediately upon her being deposited in the vast, echoing chamber.&nbsp; Her initial disgust at the laziness and incompetence of her predecessor fades quickly as she realizes that no one mortal could ever keep up with both the administrative and maintenance work necessary to keep the library running smoothly.<br><br>Her commanding officer is a harried half-elf by the name of Commander Belemin Aeglsy, who acts as both Chief Engineer and Ship’s Mage.&nbsp; He bustles through the library about once a week to offer ineffectual admonishment for Finn’s falling behind and weak encouragement for any perceived improvement before disappearing again into the ship’s bowels, presumably to attend to the more important tasks that keep the Securis moving forward through the void.<br><br>After her hands are repaired flawlessly by the ship’s doctor, a strange, smiling fellow with a slight glow to him who introduces himself as Dr. Halerei, Red is assigned joint duty between the kitchens at mealtimes and ship security at all other times.&nbsp; Between the two tasks, Red is run ragged directing the reheating of food cooked in the main kitchens at one of the many sub-kitchens throughout the shipand the busing of tables in the mess halls.&nbsp; <br><br>When not being overseen by Lieutenant Maroof Forsythe, the jovial but strict hippopotamus-like Ship’s Cook, she is assisting the Chief of Security, Commander Omrin Ghavron, with daily archery drills.&nbsp; Commander Ghavron is an inexplicable and monstrous cross of dragon and centaur, and his demeanor is as intimidating as his appearance.&nbsp; Red ends every day more exhausted than the previous, her only respite the occasional day off.<br><br>Rothgar, at least, finds a kindred spirit in his commanding officer, Commander Dargoth Ship-Cracker, acting Gunnery Chief, Quartermaster, and Ship’s Chaplain; also a dwarf and also an engineering enthusiast, particularly when explosions are involved.&nbsp; Unfortunately, this familiarity leads Commander Ship-Cracker – or Vukhad (dwarven for ‘Father’), as he prefers to be known – to lean on Rothgar more heavily than he might another Ensign, and soon Rothgar finds himself inspecting the majority of the ordnance facilities in Vukhad’s stead, leaving little time for his own research.<br><br>The ordnance facilities are a nightmare waiting to happen – understaffing at all levels has resulted in corners being cut and safety being disregarded for the sake of the ship’s defense.&nbsp; It does not appear that there has been a truly serious accident in the facilities that anyone currently working there can remember, but conditions are ripe for a disaster, and Rothgar finds himself working overtime in an attempt to stave off the inevitable.<br><br>This state of affairs goes on for months before there is a break in the routine.&nbsp; Finally, one day, your commanding officer comes to you with sealed orders, instructing you to open them in your quarters.&nbsp; The orders direct you to a conference room on one of the upper decks, where you are to have a meeting with the admiral.<br><br>You arrive punctually, to find two other young officers in the room, also waiting.&nbsp; There is a carafe of water and four empty glasses on the broad maple table, and a large window permits a sweeping view of the limitless expanse of the Astral Sea.&nbsp; The opposite wall is decorated with an ancient-looking, faded tapestry, depicting the Securis in combat against a myriad of void-borne foes that must themselves be the size of galleons or even larger.&nbsp; Lances of light and sheets of fire are shown radiating from the Securis’ cargo boom, incinerating the smaller vessels.<br><br>The admiral is nowhere to be seen.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 19:27:05</strong>
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				Her hands flexed without discomfort.&nbsp; &nbsp;At least not from the grievous injuries inflicted upon them in her captivity.&nbsp; &nbsp;The trip to see the ship's surgeon, Dr. Harerei.&nbsp; His skill was such that her fingers had been fully restored.&nbsp; &nbsp; However, that did not take away the soreness she felt in them now.&nbsp; &nbsp;From daily hard grind of her duties.&nbsp; That found her day in and day out running between her two jobs she was assigned aboard the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Those two duties consisted of her serving in one of the auxiliary mess halls aboard the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the ship was unlike any other she been on.&nbsp; It truly was not a sailing vessel.&nbsp; &nbsp;That traveled the open waters.&nbsp; &nbsp;The actual size of the ship is mind boggling.&nbsp; An the fact that they had lifted off and not set sail.&nbsp; Had been a moment of consternation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its not that she truly was afraid of heights.&nbsp; She loves to climb,&nbsp; is quite good at it.&nbsp; Loved being perched up high.&nbsp; &nbsp;The fact and realization as she watched the ground become a speck at the observation deck.&nbsp; &nbsp;Had given her a pause and leap in her chest.&nbsp; With the realization nothing was underneath the ship that it was in the air.&nbsp; <br><br>Her commanding officer in the kitchens who oversees the whole operation.&nbsp; A very rotund individual Lieutenant Maroof Forsythe.&nbsp; &nbsp;A jovial fellow, but when it came to his kitchens and the tasks needed to be performed he was all business and strict.&nbsp; That alone would have kept anyone busy throughout the day.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not thou for Red,&nbsp; for she had been assigned another shipboard job that she had to report to daily.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is with ship security.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she assists the Chief of Security, Commander Omrin Ghavron, with daily archery drills.&nbsp; &nbsp;A most intimidating individual.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not only in demeanor but in appearance.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the commander is a dragon, centaur mix.&nbsp; &nbsp;He scared the living daylights out of everyone.&nbsp; &nbsp;With his countenance and demeanor.&nbsp; Yet when Red thought of him now.&nbsp; &nbsp;She could not help but feel giddy on the inside.&nbsp; She for months had been harboring a school girl crush on the commander.&nbsp; <br><br>Sitting down on her bunk, opening the sealed orders given to her just moments ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her fingers sore from the daily workload.&nbsp; &nbsp;She still deftly and dexterously open the sealed letter.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a summons to see the admiral of the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;Who she had not seen since that first day.&nbsp; When she had been rescued from the clutches of hanging on the gallows for the crimes of piracy on the high seas.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Of course the order to report held her full name of&nbsp; ensign Alexandra&nbsp; Bran Tor.&nbsp; Red being her nickname, due of course because of her long flowing red tresses.&nbsp; <br><br>Quickly she change into a fresh uniform dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she had gone to see the ship's quartermaster.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had selected dresses and tops with skirts.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was never one to wear pants.&nbsp; &nbsp;She really didn't like the feel of covering her legs totally.&nbsp; &nbsp;Upon readying herself, she hurriedly make her way to the conference room on one of the upper decks.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching and entering the designated room summoned to.&nbsp; &nbsp; Two other young officers are waiting already within.&nbsp; &nbsp; Looking around the room,&nbsp; noticing the vast expense of the astral sea, through the large window within the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; A large maple table with carafe and four glasses sit on the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is the tapestry on another wall that draws her gaze as she gives a genial nod to the others already there.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 21:31:36</strong>
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				Rothgar hurried into the conference chamber. He had had a late start, but made up time weaving through the maze of corridors and stairwells between the depths of the ordnance facilities decks and this more rarefied location. The lower down you went, the more the air on this ship turned to smoke and other noxious vapors, which was just fine with the ruddy dwarf. He'd made a home for himself down there. The cramped passageways and overfilled storerooms weren't entirely unlike the Stonecrawler tunnels back home. If you stayed away from the portholes, you could almost convince yourself you weren't suspended in the vastness of space, supported by nothing in particular. Gave one the willies, it did. Worse than floating on water. At least there you knew if you fell overboard you'd hit bottom eventually.<br><br>The rough-hewn dwarf strode into the conference room, looked around, and froze. Yep, there she was, like an ex-girlfriend you were trying to avoid at a party that was too small to keep you from bumping into each other eventually. The window took up most of one wall, and behind it was only darkness and stars. He shuddered. There was a seat on the other side of the room, as far from the window as possible. He took a peek behind the ancient tapestry and grunted, satisfied to find only a blank wall. Rothgar grabbed the remote seat, facing his opponent head-on.<em> Ye don't put your back ta sumtin' like that unless ye have ta</em>, he thought.<br><br>He'd never met the two women in the room. They weren't regulars down on the gunnery decks, for sure. He noted the clean uniform worn by the red-headed woman, and belatedly looked down at his own appearance. Singed, blackened with soot, a half-empty bandoleer of glass vials clinking with every step. Washing up probably would've been a good career move, now that he thought of it. He pulled out a small paring knife and started removing the worst of the dried gunk from under his fingernails. He had a habit of talking when he was busy with his hands, which was most of the time, and saw no reason to stop now.<br><br>"Rothgar Stonecrawler," he announced. "Assistant Gunnery Chief, pleased ta meet ya. Any idea what this meetin's about?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Meliai</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 07:09:28</strong>
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				Finnegan stood by the window, fingertips and forehead pressed against the cold glass, dark eyes staring out into the strange skyscape with rapt attention. Posture was the only thing that gave away the young human's gender. The clothing she wore was loose and rather mundane, with no frills or design apart from scattered ink stains and a bit of dust. Her hair was a vivid, coppery orange and cropped short, the unrully mop obscuring what little of the girl's face that could be seen with her nose pressed to the window. A simple belt was slung around her hips, just hinting at a bit of curve below the over sized tunic, and covered with a variety of odd little pouches and vials of ink. A folded sheet of blueprints had been tucked in at her side along with the orders that had brought her to the little room.<br><br>The dwarf's voice seemed to snap the ginger haired girl from her trance and she turned and flashed a friendly grin to the assembled ensigns. Her skin was pale, dotted with freckles across her nose and cheeks. The dark eyes peering out from wild orange hair, when combined with the rather sharp nose and rakish grin gave one the feeling that they were looking at a little red fox given human form.<br><br>"Finnegan Connolly. Librarian, bookkeeper, historian and nosy brat that never shuts up." she said in oddly accented common, her grin becoming even broader and more crooked. "Mind you I don't think that last one's official."<br><br>She tilted her head to the side as she leaned casually back against the window. The same question had been running through her own mind since she'd opened the letter. It was all she could do to keep herself from bouncing in place. Mysteries were fun.<br><br>Where most of the other new recruits had been, at best, disconcerted by their new surroundings the first time the strange ship had lifted off Finn seemed enraptured, and babbled questions a mile a minute at anyone who would stand still long enough to hear her, and many who wouldn't. She'd adjusted to the new life rather quickly, diving into her work with an enthusiasm she hadn't felt for years. Sure, she'd barely put a dent in the catastrophic mess that was the ship library but just being near that mass of collected knowledge was invigorating. She spent nearly every waking hour in her new domain, often sleeping in a bedroll she'd brought in and stashed behind the desk. While she knew the names of almost every member of the vessel's sprawling crew thanks to hours and hours spent updating and amending the log books and records, she could only put a handful of faces with names. On the rare occasion she managed to make it to a mess hall during an actual meal time her nose was inevitably buried in some book or another, though more often than not she missed them entirely and made due with whatever a flash of the trusty old sad-puppy-eyes could beg from the cooks on duty.<br><br>"Stonecrawler." she said, turning the name over in her mind. The sheer variety of races, creeds, and colors on the ship was almost as exciting as the library. Her rather remote homeland rarely saw anyone other than human. She'd seen an elf once, as a child, a high priest who'd come to bless the new temple, but only from a distance. Now she took orders from a halfbreed and was surrounded by people whose bloodlines she'd never even heard of. Three months of toiling among dusty bookshelves had done nothing to dull the edge of her enthusiasm.<br><br>"You're pretty new right?" she said, the questioning inflection a mere formality. One of her first jobs had been to enter the new additions to the crew into the log book, and she could practically see the page of neat little names and dates in her mind. She reached up and brushed her hair out of her face with ink-stained fingers, though it fell right back where it had been. "I just came aboard a few months ago myself. Hah, maybe we've all made some sort of horrible mistake 'n we're bein' made to walk the plank."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 07:32:39</strong>
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				"Aye, it's been only a few months I've been stuck down in the bleedin' deathtrap they call the gunnery deck." The broad smile and glint in Rothgar's eyes belied his complaint. He'd found a home here, a niche that fit him better than any he'd had in the halls of the Stonecrawlers. If he ever managed to find time to return to his research he was sure that breakthroughs would be easy to come by. If nothing else, the availability of obscure components was better than in the largest cities back home. That is, if you could find what you were looking for. Last week he'd found a satchel of voltweed that somebody had stored within a barrel of black powder for some reason. It had taken him the better part of a day to remove the delicate package without it throwing a spark.<br><br>He hadn't had much contact with humans in his life. A few mercenaries and missionaries had traveled to his homeland, but little in the way of organized contact. Dwarves traded with dwarves, who traded with other dwarves, until the edge of civilization was met. There they traded with humans. Finnegan wasn't like any human he'd ever met. She had a sense of humor, for one thing.<br><br>"I'd thought it too, but couldn't reckon on any single mistake that'd warrant it. And if they're gonna axe me, they could do me the courtesy of not makin' me climb twelve decks ta take delivery of the blade." He tugged on his beard as he thought. It was a stereotype of his kind, but a good one. It moved the blood around the skull, helped make the thoughts run cleaner.<br><br>"What about you, missy?" he addressed the other woman. "Any crimes ta confess ta us?"
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				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 15:57:01</strong>
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				[[Great openings, all!]]<br><br>When Rothgar moves the tapestry, he discovers a gold chain bell pull hidden about half an arm's length behind it.<br><br>--<br><br>There is a quiet knock at the door, and a young human seaman pokes her head through.<br><br>"Excuse me, sir, ma'am.&nbsp; I'm to tell you the admiral has been delayed, but he is making his way here with all haste.&nbsp; If you need anything, you can ring for me with the bell pull behind the tapestry."<br><br>She pauses a moment to wait for questions or immediate requests, and then slips back through the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 17:19:47</strong>
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				Red quietly lets the ginger hair woman and dwarf speak, introducing themselves to each other.&nbsp; &nbsp; Noting the appearance of the two and where they said they worked aboard the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; She had not seen either of them.&nbsp; She would have remembered seeing either of them.&nbsp; &nbsp; But that is not surprising with the size of the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; The conversation turns then with the dwarf turning to her and asking for her introduction.&nbsp; &nbsp; Pushing back a wayward strand of her vibrant long red hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;So her hair tucks back behind her ear on the left side.&nbsp; &nbsp; She would begin to answer, but is interrupted by a aide to the admiral coming in and saying he will be late, but is on his way.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>When the redheaded woman sweeps back her hair on one side.&nbsp; &nbsp; It be observed she has some elven blood in her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Likely a half elf, one of those half breeds.&nbsp; She offer each a slight nod as she would then begin to introduce herself.<br><br><em>"Ensign&nbsp; Alexandra&nbsp; Bran Tor, friends through call me Red.&nbsp; Which should be obvious.&nbsp; &nbsp; I work as one of the ships cooks.&nbsp; &nbsp;Assigned to auxiliary kitchens.&nbsp; I am also taxed with the assignment of running archery practice for the chief of security, twice a day as ship security." </em> Pauses for a moment, slight smirk creases across her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which are lush and full.&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"Like you all, I been here a couple of months.&nbsp; &nbsp; Pulled from the gallows just moments from swinging on the end of a rope.&nbsp; &nbsp;What crimes are hidden in my past.&nbsp; I was being hung for piracy on the high seas."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 23:57:37</strong>
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				"Ach!" Rothgar interrupted the young sailor before she could leave. "If we're ta be kept waitin', it could be done with something more than water, dinna ya think? I'm sure up here ye wash the decks with better than we're served down below on holidays. If it's a hanging or a promotion, either one calls fer a spot of something. We're not plants, ya know."<br><br>He turned to the half-elven woman. She'd be reckoned a looker among her kind, he thought, though like as not she'd break in half with a proper dwarven partner. "I never met no one worth knowing who wasn't called a criminal by someone else at least once. If the Admiral brought ye on, then yer past's no mark against ye. I'll call ye Red if ye'll have it, and Rothgar'll work fine for me." He nodded toward the human woman. "That goes fer both of ye."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 00:50:49</strong>
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				The way the dwarf looked at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is for a brief moment in his eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;But it is a look Red has seen a thousand times.&nbsp; &nbsp;A look that females from the dawn of time have seen from a male.&nbsp; &nbsp; It took her a bit by surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp; Especially since Rothgar is dwarven and she herself a half elf.&nbsp; &nbsp; But then it did something else.<br><br>Rothgar would notice that Red suddenly blushes as she looks back to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps it is over what he says.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Agreed Rothgar, I prefer Red.&nbsp; Oh and I deserved to be called a pirate,&nbsp; I was one."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Red responds back with,&nbsp; she was not one to hide from her past.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had known the risks and had accepted the consequences.&nbsp; In the end she had no shame over it.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Now on the other hand,&nbsp; since most of her adult life been on a ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;With not much in other female companions.&nbsp; She knew not how to react to those that give her such looks as Rothgar had done for a moment when he turned his attention back to her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Not like the other woman in the room, who no doubt is experienced in such social customs.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 18:24:07</strong>
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				"Ach, that's a good lass. Own what ye are, I say. Sounds like ye owe our Admiral a debt, same as I. 'e rescued me and me kin from slavery - goblins, even. Saved our lives, no doubt."<br><br>He'd finished cleaning most of the grit out from under the fingernails of one hand. With a grunt he propped his boots up on the edge of the huge table, pondering starting on his toenails next. The bounds of propriety were half-remembered fables to the uncouth dwarf. Months aboard the ship hadn't tempered him much.<br><br>"That reminds me of a joke. They have jokes where you two are from? Here it is: <em>What does the Admiral have that's long and hard and full of seamen?</em> Go 'on, give 'er a guess." 
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 04:44:17</strong>
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				Slavery for the dwarf, so that is what he was rescued from.&nbsp; There is no doubt in her mind that the admiral had her rescued from certain death.&nbsp; This she owed a debt to be paid and her being here was part of that debt being paid.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>For a split second Red considered responding with a dirty answer; 'his cock'.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead she answer with the other possible answer.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"The Securis, isn't it obvious."</em><br><br>Back to what the dwarf had said.&nbsp; &nbsp;The question now came to mind.&nbsp; Had Finnegan also been rescued from a dire situation.&nbsp; Cantering a glance over Red would point blank ask her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Finnegan were you also rescued from a dire situation?"</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 05:07:18</strong>
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				"Nah, actually it's his cock. Dinna feel bad, though. A lot of folks get that wrong. Overthinkin' it, I reckon."<br><br>"Now where's that crewman? I'm so thirsty I could almost drink water." Rothgar scrambled to his feet and reached behind the tapestry. Pulling the bellrope didn't make a noise in the room, so he gave it an extra six tugs for good measure.<br><br>He was interested in learning the third ensign's story, but figured letting the other woman do the questioning might turn up better results. 
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				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:41:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98331.msg4288542#msg4288542">Quote from: Ebb on 21-02-2011, 23:57:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ach!" Rothgar interrupted the young sailor before she could leave. "If we're ta be kept waitin', it could be done with something more than water, dinna ya think? I'm sure up here ye wash the decks with better than we're served down below on holidays. If it's a hanging or a promotion, either one calls fer a spot of something. We're not plants, ya know."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The young seaman nods and offers a sincere 'yessir,' before vanishing out the door.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98331.msg4293773#msg4293773">Quote from: Ebb on 23-02-2011, 05:07:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now where's that crewman? I'm so thirsty I could almost drink water." Rothgar scrambled to his feet and reached behind the tapestry. Pulling the bellrope didn't make a noise in the room, so he gave it an extra six tugs for good measure.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A few moments after the dwarf's final tug, the seaman bustles back into the conference room with a bottle labeled "MJOD" in large block letters and filled with a slightly foggy liquid the color of rose gold.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, sir," she apologizes, "it took me a while to find something the cooks would let me take.&nbsp; Will this do?&nbsp; I'm afraid it's a rather cheap mead from Ysgard."
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				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 06:26:00</strong>
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				Wearing what one might expect of a medieval noble, Larsen strode into the room, a look of false confidence and thin-lipped smile upon his face.&nbsp; The only exception to his wardrobe is a small pack slung over his shoulder, which seemed to be packed full.&nbsp; He set the bag down roughly on the table with a thud, nodding to everyone present (except the seaman), and sat down.&nbsp; "The Upper Conference Room?" he asked to no one in particular. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 02:40:13</strong>
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				(To the seaman:)<br><br>"It'll do, lassie. I haven't the foggiest what or where Ysgard is, but I'm betting that honey turns to mead just as well there as anywhere. I'll take a glass of yer 'em-jod' and thank ye fer it."<br><br>(To the newcomer:)<br><br>"If ye got an invite ta a meeting with the Admiral, then yer in the right place, lad. I'm Ensign Rothgar, from the gunnery deck. Who might ye be, other than an awfully well-dressed sailor?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 04:32:49</strong>
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				While the dwarf spoke with the seaman.&nbsp; &nbsp;Red would reach out and take a hold of the bottle brought.&nbsp; &nbsp;Opening it she would pour herself some of it into one of the glasses provided with the water carafe.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Setting the bottle back, lighter in contents.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze go to the newcomer that comes into the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reciprocating the nod back to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then following suit and introducing herself as the dwarf had done.<br><br><em>"Ensign&nbsp; Alexandra&nbsp; Bran Tor, but you can call me Red."</em><br><br>With that she take a deep swig from her glass.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 03:39:57</strong>
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				[[All right, I'm moving ahead, but I gotta say, guys, we need to pick it up a little.&nbsp; Two posts a week, that's all I'm asking.&nbsp; This game is going to drag if we can't even maintain that level of interaction.&nbsp; Thanks to those of you who managed it.]]<br><br>The mead is thin and sweet, but at least it isn't water.&nbsp; The seaman waits around for a moment to make sure that no one else has any requests, and then she moves toward the door, nearly colliding with the admiral, who is coming the other way.&nbsp; After some awkward apologies on both their parts, the seaman exits and the admiral approaches the table.<br><br>"Good evening, Larsen.&nbsp; Rothgar.&nbsp; Red.&nbsp; Meliai.&nbsp; I'm sorry to have kept you waiting but we had a bit of a situation down in the engine room.&nbsp; Commander Aeglsy has been demanding that I hire some more engineers for weeks and it would seem that I am not moving quickly enough on that front."&nbsp; He smiles somewhat weakly, rubbing his forehead, and sits down at the head of the table.&nbsp; He reaches for the bottle of mead, spins it around, eyeing the label, then makes a face and picks up the carafe of water instead.<br><br>"I'm glad to see everyone made it here on time and without too much difficulty -- the ship can be a bit big until you get your sky legs.&nbsp; We can get down to brass tacks in a moment, but first I'd like to ask how you all are settling in.&nbsp; Finding everything all right?&nbsp; Commanding officers not too overbearing?&nbsp; Quarters in good condition?"&nbsp; He fills a glass with water and takes a long sip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 04:04:18</strong>
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				The mead is sweet tasting is it rushes down her throat.&nbsp; &nbsp;At that moment the admiral would finally make his appearance into the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Navel protocol would have junior ranking officers and ship crew rise up to greet the admiral.&nbsp; &nbsp; Of which Red does not.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not out of any form of rebellion.&nbsp; It just wasn't in her nature to follow such minor protocol.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sure she served on other ships.&nbsp; But pirates hardly were the law abiding individuals.&nbsp; &nbsp;More the chaotic sort and well Red fell into that line.&nbsp; <br><br>The admiral would sit himself at the head of the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;He reach out and grab and spin the bottle of mead.&nbsp; &nbsp;His light smile would turn to a momentary frown.&nbsp; With that he switch to the water carafe on the table.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Yep everything is good.&nbsp; &nbsp;So I want to know why you called us here for this parley.&nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn't just to ask us if everything is just peachy."</em><br><br>Red get straight to the point.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not one for social situations,&nbsp; she shoot straight with her thoughts.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finished with her response, she take another swig from her glass of the sweet tasting mead.&nbsp; &nbsp;The admiral might not find it to his liking but she did.&nbsp; It was going down so smooth.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 06:38:48</strong>
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				Rothgar hastily rose to his feet, remembering just in time to set down the half-empty glass of mead before saluting the Admiral. It was obvious that what naval discipline he knew had been picked up scattershot over the last few months, but he was at the least an enthusiastic practictioner. <br><br>"Good evening, sir. It's good ta see you again. It's nice of ye to ask, but I can't complain of naught." This was a lie; anyone who had spent time near Rothgar in the last few weeks could easily conclude that he did nothing <em>but</em> complain. "The gunnery decks need a bit of reworking, tis true, but Vukhad and I've got it covered. Not like those jokers in the engine room, for sure. And the quarters are quite a bit nicer than those ye took me from, so not a complaint there."<br><br>Rothgar shot a sideways glare at the mouthy redhead. This was the Admiral, for fire's sake. Hadn't she said he'd saved her from the noose? Maybe he should've waited a few minutes more and let it stretch some sense inta her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 15:24:17</strong>
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				Larsen looks to Rothgar.&nbsp; "Good to know.&nbsp; And I am Larsen Pike of Kalamar, a pleasure."&nbsp; Like Red, he too grabs and pours a glass, taking a brief sip.&nbsp; He shrugs slightly and takes another before setting his glass on the table and addressing Ensign Alexandra, who is also dressed somewhat civilly for the circumstances.&nbsp; "Red?&nbsp; Charming name."<br><br>He lifts his glass to the admiral as he enters and takes another sip after he finishes talking.&nbsp; Given his recent arrival he has not had time to get settled and he expects the admiral knows this.&nbsp; No sense giving needless answers, besides, <em>Red</em> seems to have made this a bit more interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 02:08:22</strong>
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				The admiral nods to each of you as you acknowledge him with greater or lesser respect.&nbsp; He smiles at Rothgar in particular.<br><br>"That's hardly necessary, Rothgar, although I do appreciate the effort.&nbsp; And I'm glad to hear you and Vukhad have things well in hand.&nbsp; I sleep better at night knowing we have capable hands on the fireworks.<br><br>"The bottom line on saluting is that I run a tight ship, or as tight as she can be on a shoestring budget.&nbsp; Show your respect for me by doing your jobs, doing them well, and keeping me from having to sic the bo'sun on you.&nbsp; The Lieutenant Commander is not a nice lady.&nbsp; If you'd also like to salute me, you can feel free, but if saluting chaps your hands what's most important to me is that the ship keeps sailing and we keep bringing in the the gold.&nbsp; The Securis is not a cheap date, even running with a skeleton crew like we have now.<br><br>"Truth be told, because I think everyone who signs on deserves to know who they're working with, my roots are not in above-board cargo shipping.&nbsp; I got my start swabbing the decks of a pirate ship sinking the merchant airships of a fat, corrupt empire, and I'm proud of every moment I spent doing it.&nbsp; The captain of that vessel taught me that a happy crew is a loyal crew, and I prefer to have a good time aboard ship, so long as the work gets done.&nbsp; That attitude means I have to take discipline -- and punishment -- very, very seriously, and I do.&nbsp; And in a way, it's the bo'sun's life's work.<br><br>"But you're right, Red, I didn't call you here to talk about how the ship is running.&nbsp; I called you here because I need your assistance with something.<br><br>"The Securis has a valued repeat customer in Hestavar who pays top dollar for very small, very particular deliveries.&nbsp; Hestavar is a major trade hub out here, so we lose very little gold on overhead by carrying his packages back and forth across the void.&nbsp; Unfortunately, right now we are not headed anywhere near Hestavar and our friend has an urgent request.&nbsp; He has placed an order for a liter of blink dog milk with a specialist goods dealer in Sigil, and he needs it delivered immediately and at speed.<br><br>"To that end, I'd like to put the four of you in a longboat and send you to Sigil to pick up the milk and deliver it to our friend in Hestavar.&nbsp; You could then travel on to a third destination where the Securis will pick you back up on our way to Mount Celestia.&nbsp; <br><br>"We are not anticipating trouble, but we will send an escort along just in case.&nbsp; I can't say it won't be dangerous -- the Astral Sea is a very dangerous place in general, and Sigil is a wretched hive of scum and villainy, if you'll excuse the turn of phrase.&nbsp; This is entirely a volunteer exercise, but there's a bonus in it for each of you if you make the delivery on time.<br><br>"What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 04:50:38</strong>
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				Red finishes of the mead in her glass.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then reaches for the bottle so she can pour herself another glass of it.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she mulls over what the admiral had just proposed to each of them.&nbsp; A mission to pick up and deliver goods.&nbsp; &nbsp;Setting the bottle back after pouring a refill.&nbsp; &nbsp; She take another deep gulp finishing half the glass she just poured.&nbsp; Look to the others, then to the admiral.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Sir I'm in. "</em><br><br>With her short acquiesce of agreeing to the mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;Took up the glass again and finished off the mead in it.&nbsp; &nbsp; It sure was going down smooth for her.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Life aboard the Securis is good,&nbsp; but it has been safe and well Red is one that liked to live on the edge.&nbsp; &nbsp; The mission offered some adventure.&nbsp; &nbsp;An she sure as hell would not want to be left behind.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 06:00:09</strong>
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				Some quick mental calculation told Rothgar that if he were in a smaller boat, there'd be less boat between him and the nothing they were floating in. That was bad. But then this Sigil place sounded like it might have solid ground to walk on. Or even to tunnel through. That was good.<br><br>There was never any question of him accepting, though. He'd sworn himself to this human, so the term 'volunteer' was entirely academic.<br><br>"Where I come from, Sir, there's a name for quick little missions ta carry something down the ways a bit, with no chance a trouble comin' up behind ye. But I reckon this ain't that kind of 'milk run'. Still all's the same and I'm in with both feet."<br><br>"We're gonna need a captain, I think. Somebody ta be in charge once we're out there. I don't know any of the three of ye, but I can already tell ye that any one of ye's a better pick than me for that. Red here's done some sailin', at least, it seems. I'm happy to follow orders from anyone you appoint, Sir, or really anyone who's game enough to call it."<br><br>"And if we're gonna be sailin' together and scrappin' for fights, it'd be good of us ta know a bit more about how much powder we're packin', if ye'll excuse the phrasing. For my part, I'm an alchemist. Ornery enough to be some good in a fight, but my specialty is makin' big things into piles of little pieces of big things. On fire. If we've got a little time I'll scrape up as much of a lab as I can and take her with us. Ye never know when yer gonna come across something ye'd rather go through than around."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 11:09:53</strong>
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				Larsen listened to the admiral's proposition,&nbsp; unsure what geographical considerations must be made, how long such a venture would take, and what nature of cities they would be traveling to.&nbsp; He noted the point about Sigil's reputation, taking that to mean that an attack on the way out from Sigil was likely, and he was sure that their longboat would be slower than the craft of their attacker.<br><br>He sighed inwardly, his face betraying a bit of irritation, as Red and Rothgar both immediately jumped on the offer without question.&nbsp; <em>Were they both desperate for money?&nbsp; Overconfident?</em>&nbsp; Neither answer seemed better than the other.&nbsp; Rothgar went on to ask what may well be a rational question, though why he would wish to know almost nothing more about the job but more about about his allies seemed suspicious.&nbsp; <br><br>"Have arrangements already been made with the seller on Sigil?&nbsp; Have we worked with him before?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 03:50:00</strong>
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				"Thank you, Red.&nbsp; Rothgar.&nbsp; I knew I could count on you.&nbsp; <br><br>"Rothgar, Red is a skilled archer and cook and Larsen a capable mage and... businessman.&nbsp; More than that, they would be better qualified to tell you than I.&nbsp; It is my hope that this task will run to completion without any need for violence, but I suppose you can never be too prepared.&nbsp; Who commands your little troupe is a matter for the three of you to decide amongst yourselves.&nbsp; Red does have the most sailing experience, but Larsen has a head for business and you yourself have seen the most combat.<br><br>"Larsen, we have worked extensively with the buyer in Sigil.&nbsp; She is a well-known broker in rare and difficult-to-obtain goods by the name of Alluvius Ruskin.&nbsp; I think your real question is, 'Is she trustworthy?'&nbsp; I can tell you that she is reputable... in that she certainly has a reputation."&nbsp; The admiral smiles.&nbsp; "I've specifically chosen you for this mission because I expect your negotiating skills will be of critical importance.&nbsp; Lu is likely to twist the terms of our contract, but she respects a sharp mind for business."&nbsp; &nbsp;He pauses, settling back into his chair.&nbsp; "I get the feeling you have other questions, as you probably should.&nbsp; This is a request, not an order.&nbsp; Ask away!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 04:34:38</strong>
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				"If this Sigil place is as bad as ye say, I'd be more comfortable with a few more axes and strong men ta hold 'em. But ye gotta dig with the tool ye've got. About this 'longboat', though - does it take men ta sail it, or is that up ta us as well? And has it got a cannon?" Rothgar eyed the remains of the mead bottle; it had taken heavy action during this meeting, and didn't look like it was going to survive to the end of it. He stayed his hand, though. No need to reinforce that particular dwarven stereotype too heavily in front of new mates.<br><br>He scratched his head with one jagged fingernail, found a louse, and discarded it on the deck. "We're gonna need somethin' ta carry this milk in, too. It'd be jest my luck ta get all the way there and crack the bottle by mishap. Food and ale for the journey. Whatever passes for maps in this place. Some gold ta make the trip a little easier, if ports around here are anything like the ones at home." He'd reached the end of his mental list, but knew there was probably a lot more that he'd missed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 04:45:51</strong>
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				Easing back in her seat, listening to the others volunteer and ask questions.&nbsp; &nbsp;The admiral responding back and now giving a bit more detail on the mission they had just agreed to.&nbsp; Well that is two of them, herself and dwarf the other two had not really said yes yet.&nbsp; &nbsp; The mage did not seem enthused about it, but she suppose he would say yes.&nbsp; &nbsp; Reaching for the bottle again she pour herself another drink.&nbsp; <br><br>No doubt about it would be dangerous mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;The likely hood of meeting trouble is with pretty good odds.&nbsp; &nbsp; Finished pouring another drink, she set down the bottle and take yet another sip.&nbsp; &nbsp;She also add an insight on how she would approach small vessel accompany by an escort or well armed far more then it should be.<br><br><em>"I think addition guards or an escort would be a red flag for those that would think about attacking.&nbsp; &nbsp;I know this from the other side of reasoning.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would make us a beacon.&nbsp; &nbsp;We stand a better chance of slipping through without drawing real trouble if we went small dedicated team."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Red has a slur to her words. <br><br>Did she slur her words,&nbsp; she didn't think she did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:55:52</strong>
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				The admiral nods at Rothgar.&nbsp; "We can accommodate those needs, Ensign.&nbsp; I'll speak with Vukhad and make sure your longboat is fully stocked for the trip.&nbsp; As for the boat itself, it practically sails itself, so long as you don't try to get fancy.&nbsp; No need to worry if none of you have had time to brush up on your seamanship.<br><br>"I'm inclined to agree with Red so far as fire support is concerned; if you march into Sigil with an entourage of bristling soldiers, every cross-trader in the Cage is going to have their ears pricked.&nbsp; Best to get in quiet, get what you are looking for, and get out without drawing attention."<br><br>"You're being awfully quiet, Mr. Pike -- any thoughts you'd care to share?"<br><br>[[Sorry for the delay, guys, I've been having trouble logging into Elliquiy, and unfortunately I'm not in a position where I can just keep trying until I get through.&nbsp; It's often once and done.&nbsp; I'll do my best to keep up until whatever the problem is resolves itself.]]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:38:36</strong>
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				"Well, that's that, then," the dwarf concluded. "Ye wouldn't have pulled us tagether if it weren't urgent, so I say we stop planning and start digging. I'll follow the skipper there." He indicated with a vague wave the red-headed elf. "'Cause I don't trust a captain that don't enjoy his mead. Or hers, as the case may be. And if you say we don't need extra bodies, then we don't need 'em. Jes gimme an hour or two ta pull together some supplies, and tell me where the boat's launchin' from." Inside he dreaded the thought of spending time on a smaller vessel, so much more exposed to the void. But he was damned if he was going to show that in front of the Admiral, much less three strangers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 16:53:10</strong>
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				"She?"&nbsp; Larsen seemed a bit taken aback to learn the shop owner was a she.&nbsp; Such a thing was virtually unheard of in Kalamar.&nbsp; Perhaps her husband had died and she was left to run it.&nbsp; Yes, that must be the case.&nbsp; He turned back to the admiral once addressed, aware that his surprise over the shop owner's gender had caused him to miss a bit of the conversation.<br><br>"I suppose all I need to know is what price was agreed upon and how much higher we can afford to pay if it comes to it.&nbsp; Oh, and is this item legal, or will we need to prepare for guards as well as bandits?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 17:34:26</strong>
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				The vibrant red hair half elven would slouch back in her seat as the others spoke up.&nbsp; Further showing her lack of decorum and etiquette as she reached down between her thighs and scratched herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Satisfying a itch,&nbsp; which with being in a dress is hardly the proper thing for a lady to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"How soon are we to depart,&nbsp; today, tomorrow admiral?&nbsp; Is there anyone else joining our team here for this mission?"</em><br><br>A slight slur is evident still with her words.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet she seems coherent enough.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finished with her questions,&nbsp; she reach and take another swig from her glass.&nbsp; The mead is sweet and goes down smooth like sugary drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 00:45:25</strong>
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				[[Oh, what the hell, I totally posted again and Elliquiy didn't register it.&nbsp; I need to start paying more attention to that.]]<br><br>The admiral looks appraisingly at Larsen, a smile creeping across his features.&nbsp; "I love that you ask the questions no one asks, Larsen, it keeps me on my toes.&nbsp; The milk is perfectly legal in Sigil, but in Hestavar it is a controlled substance."&nbsp; He opens his mouth to continue, but then stops, shaking his head slightly.&nbsp; His inscrutable smile remains.<br><br>"You'll be paying Ruskin with a small wrought-iron-bound chest that will be loaded onto your longboat before you board.&nbsp; Don't open it.&nbsp; That's not an order; it's a piece of friendly advice.<br><br>"Red, you'll be leaving--" the admiral cuts himself off at the sight of Red scratching herself, sighing and rolling his eyes.&nbsp; "Classy, Red.&nbsp; You'll be leaving as soon as you are all ready.&nbsp; Call it... well, Rothgar suggests two hours, and that seems fair.&nbsp; Meet in the longboat bay in two hours.&nbsp; The crew will know where to direct you.<br><br>"Any other questions?"&nbsp; The admiral smiles in Larsen's direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 03:40:16</strong>
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				The wild mane red head beauty.&nbsp; Cocks an eyebrow and looks to the admiral.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just as she lets slip out a belch from her many cups of the mead.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She draw her hand up.&nbsp; It wasn't so much she had a true itch.&nbsp; It was the draft that bothered her.&nbsp; She really never wore a dress much.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Still it just felt weird to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With hearing a couple of hours,&nbsp; Red would rise up and still looking to the admiral.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would give a bow with a flourish.&nbsp; She really didn't know how to bow properly.&nbsp; As she inadvertently flashes her ass into the dwarfs face with the exaggerated bow. <br><br><em>"Aye cap.... admiral.&nbsp; &nbsp;With yawr leave, I'll go and get ready."</em><br><br>She responds with as she straightens up from the bow.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 04:11:42</strong>
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				Rothgar scratched his beard. Red had the manners of a dwarf. Crossed with the thirst of a dwarf. Crossed with... well, that ass sure wasn't dwarven. He averted his gaze and slid to the floor.<br><br>"No other questions, sir."<br><br>Once dismissed, the next two hours were a mad rush to scrape together supplies. Half of what he'd brought with him when he signed onto the ship was lost, either stolen, misplaced, or appropriated for other purposes. He made up what he could, borrowing liberally from the ship's stores. He was sure to pack his sole remaining bottle of Oxblood Magma, a curiously strong dwarven liquor that was best enjoyed a few drops at a time.<br><br>With no time to spare he arrived at the longboat bay, pulling a small handcart behind him whose contents threatened to shatter, explode or escape with each step.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 00:57:37</strong>
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				With leave given, as like the dwarf Rothgar.&nbsp; Red would make haste to her room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Where she would with efficiency pack her gear up for the mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;She then make a stop to the quarter master&nbsp; of the ship.&nbsp; Where she would get additional supply of arrows and extra bow strings and flights for if need to notch arrows that she might need to make.&nbsp; &nbsp; This would slow her up.&nbsp; So by the time she arrives down at the long boat docking bay.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is arriving just as Rothgar is arriving.<br><br>Red is no longer dressed in the formal dress uniform of a dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is in a chain shirt which lays over a long sleeve charcoal gray silk long tail shirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she wore pants it be hidden under the shirt's long tails cut.&nbsp; The sleeves are open at her sou&nbsp; Soft knee high boots.&nbsp; &nbsp;A quiver and satchel sack swung over her back.&nbsp; On her right hip a rapier in sheath,&nbsp; dagger tucked into her belt.&nbsp; &nbsp;In her left hand is a composite longbow of superior craftsmanship.&nbsp; &nbsp;For that matter most of her gear looks to be of high quality.&nbsp; <br><br>Seeing Rothgar and what he is pulling behind him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She grin and greet the dwarf.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Hey mate,&nbsp; yaw got all that you need.&nbsp; Perhaps we should ask for a bigger boat."</em><br><br>Of course the greeting would have a bit of friendly teasing.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 13:27:09</strong>
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				"Ach, ye won't be complainin' when I save yer bacon out there with the right potion," he grumbled. Rothgar looked his shipmate over from top to toe, then about halfway back up. <br><br>"I don't mean ta worry ya, but I think when ye weren't looking somebody stole yer pants."<br><br>He then turned to regard the longboats filling the large room. Some seemed in good repair, some barely held together. The mission seemed important enough to the Admiral that he figured they'd get a decent one, but he was ready to argue if whoever was handing them out tried to pawn off one of the crappy ones.<br><br>"So Red, now that we're not in front of the Admiral -- you do know how ta sail one of these buggers, dontcha?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 03:47:49</strong>
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				<em>"Damit, I lost my pants?"</em><br><br>Red responds as she takes her free hand and yanks up her chain shirt and silk shirt under it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Revealing the thong bottom she has on.&nbsp; Seeing she still has her thong on.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"No I haven't, dam don't scare me like that."</em><br><br>Red got herself a good buzz going on still.&nbsp; &nbsp; Now as for the other,&nbsp; she grin at Rothgar and respond accordingly.<br><br><em>"Oh hell no,&nbsp; I'm a galley cook.&nbsp; &nbsp;We'll be just fine."</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 05:02:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rothgar's eyes widened at the prolonged glimpse of the elven pirate's Underdark regions. There were disadvantages to having a shipmate who was so liberal with her drinking. But clearly there were advantages too.<br><br>"Ach. My mistake, then. Carry on. Wait -- are ye sayin' ye can't sail? I thought ye said yer a pirate? Or were. Isn't that sort of a requirement? Ach. Here's hoping the smart fella knows what he's doing, or it might be a real short trip. Also, mayhap we'd better run that captaining election over again, if it's not too much of a stickin' point with ye."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 06:02:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Red would suddenly get a stern look on her face.&nbsp; As she draws herself to stand tall.&nbsp; She tilt her head and look down at Rothgar.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"Bloody hell not even on board and your already with mutinous talk.&nbsp; So yaw challenging then for captain?"</em><br><br>She pause for a moment,&nbsp; then her eyes alight.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"Alright challenge accepted.&nbsp; But set the terms of dual&nbsp; for captaincy.&nbsp; &nbsp; We each get to kick the other between the legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;You go first, since you are the challenger.&nbsp; First one to go down wins."</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 06:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rothgar held his empty hands up in mock surrender. "Nay, nay, ye mistake my meaning. I was reckonin' we'd saddle the captain's mark on Larsen, and let it be on his head if we manage to run aground. But if ye want the credit and the blame then it's still yours."<br><br>"Besides," he added in a lower voice, "if I ever get between those legs, it won't be with me bloody foot."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 07:42:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Red would let out a chuckle and she smile wide.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I was just joking,&nbsp; I am sure not the captain.&nbsp; &nbsp;As for running the ship.&nbsp; That be your thing,&nbsp; if we have encounters I know about ship to ship fighting.&nbsp; &nbsp;An well Larsen.... Get between my legs...."</em><br><br>Confounded as sudden realization of what her dwarven comrade meant.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving it unsaid on Larsen he should handle the part of picking up the package and then when they deliver it.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the sudden realization what the dwarf meant brings a blush blooming across her and turning her face the same shade as her vibrant red hair.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 18:37:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Larsen shook his head to the admiral's offer to answer more questions.&nbsp; He walked to his room and grabbed his things, consisting of a couple of items and his one weapon.&nbsp; He returned to see Red and Rothgar talking, and approached upon hearing his name, arriving in time to catch all of Red's awkward last remark.&nbsp; "That an order?&nbsp; Hardly seems appropriate, if not entirely unpleasant."<br><br>He glanced down to the package (the one for the job, not Red's), momentarily pondering how much it weighed and what was inside.&nbsp; "Seems as though haggling will not be an option"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 18:48:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, and here's the man himself. What say ye, Larsen? Red and I were just thinkin' that we don't have a captainin' bone in both our bodies. Ye want to take the big hat fer this one? Ye seem to have a good head fer it. Anyway, it seems a bit more efficient than stoppin' to have a three-way vote afore every decision that comes up."<br><br>He pointed toward the single longboat that seemed ready to sail, the others covered with tarps. "That looks like our boat, there. What say we load up 'n cast off. Not that there's tides ta catch, as far as I reckon', but the sooner we're off the sooner we're back. Go fast and keep our heads down, which'll be easier for me than the two of ye, I think."<br><br>Barring objection, Rothgar began dragging his cart up the loading ramp into the small ship.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 20:02:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red says nothing more as she turns and heads up into the smaller ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; Leaving the two to finish the discussion between the them.&nbsp; She herself seen not the need for a captain.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all there be only the three of them.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 05:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[[Just a quick note to say how pleased I am that you all have enough to say to keep the game going without my input. Bravo!&nbsp; I'm going to advance the story, but don't let me interrupt the banter!]]<br><br>It becomes quickly apparent, once aboard the longboat, that the Admiral was right; the limited training with an astral sail the three of you have received (every crewman aboard the Securis is required to be able to operate a lifeboat) should be more than sufficient to pilot this craft, if clumsily.<br><br>The second thing that becomes apparent is that the longboat is a fine piece of seafaring timber. She catches each of your eyes, whether craftsman, pirate, or appraiser. Beautiful scrollwork adorns her gunwales, and she has been lovingly maintained, her hull scrubbed and her decks oiled.<br><br>You easily shove off from the moorings of the bay and float slowly out the gaping port in the forehull of the Securis. The massive cargo boom stretches out into the darkness before you, and the vastness of the Astral Sea below you lightly catches the hull of the longboat and bears it into the void.<br><br>You take your bearing as instructed, and initially have some trouble locating the required points of reference in the "sky" above you. You are then somewhat put off by the discovery that the reason for your failure is that the reference points are not above the horizon at all -- but below it! It would seem that the bearing toward Sigil is almost perpendicular to the decks of the Securis -- *straight down*.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 20:54:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rothgar could appreciate a piece of fine craftsmanship, even if it was far from the sort of thing that dwarven blacksmiths might create. Someone had put part of their soul into building this vessel. It was evident from the seamless blend of the timbers, the clever but hidden supports that formed the boat's skeleton. Even the careful arrangement of spare parts in the hold. The dwarf resolved that he'd try his best to take care of the thing while it was in his charge. He'd want the same from anyone who relied on one of his own works, though most of what he made was far more ephemeral in nature. <br><br>He found a corner of space underdeck to transform his cart into a makeshift workbench. Legs pulled out of hidden niches, wheels folded down to support the cabinet, and half a dozen surfaces swiveled outward, already covered with bottles and vials. He stoked the coals under the small cauldron. Always best to have things ready to go. You never knew when you wanted to have an accidental fire.<br><br>It wasn't long before he, somewhat reluctantly, rejoined the others on the open deck. The prospect of being exposed to the infinite expanse that surrounded them still chilled his bones, but it was something he was going to have to grind down inside himself and put a rock over, like a good dwarf. There was a job to do.<br><br>The news of their new course didn't help with that much.<br><br>"Down? Straight down? I dinna know much about boats, but I know that goin' straight down is somethin' to avoid, generally. Ach!" He looped a spare rope around his waist, cinching it tight. The other end was secured to the railing near the stairs to belowdeck. Barring blade, flame or mischief, he was going to be within fifty feet of that point for the foreseeable future. Good old fifty-foot rope. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 01:59:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red after stowing her own gear below deck.&nbsp; Is already back on deck.&nbsp; &nbsp; When the dwarf returns to the deck.&nbsp; &nbsp; She shoot him a look,&nbsp; as he is tying himself off.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You expecting to fall out of the long boat here Rothgar."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She would say teasingly.&nbsp; With that she would climb the mast pole.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she calls back to the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Alright boys take her down,&nbsp; straight down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Were going down under.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hold on to your hats."</em><br><br><sup>Climb check At 2011-04-01 18:54:50, Red (uid: 714) rolls: 1d20a16 Result: 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24058)</sup><br><br>Red showed she knew her way around with how she scampered up the pole.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I'll take first look out."</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 07:01:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The good news is that tipping the decks of the longboat 90 degrees doesn't seem to have an adverse effect on anything but Rothgar's state of mind.&nbsp; Everyone's feet remain firmly planted on wood -- except for Red's, which seem to be perfectly comfortable clambering through the rigging while coming into contact with as little of it as possible.<br><br>The trip to Sigil is mindboggling -- although there are vast tracts of complete emptiness to pass through, as the longboat sails the infinite void, it passes all manner of things, both mundane and unexpected.&nbsp; At one point, your course takes you past a massive stone head, long since severed from some immense body.&nbsp; The sculpture is so large that you can easily make out its graven features from a significant distance.&nbsp; As you approach closer, the huge head passes harmlessly and sluggishly across your bow, and you realize it is entirely carved from one immense diamond!&nbsp; With no way to collect the nearly infinite wealth, there is nothing you can do but just watch the colossal smiling face as it drifts past.<br><br>Eventually, you see your destination looming out of the space before you.&nbsp; It looks like a vast starfish, with arms lined with ships stretching out in all directions.&nbsp; The arms resolve into long piers, and the body of the starfish becomes a chunk of dirt and rock with a large stone ring mounted on its flat, grassy surface.&nbsp; Streams of people, wagons, and pack animals are passing through the ring, but only on one side!&nbsp; The other side of the ring is completely devoid of activity -- it is as though the people passing into the ring are vanishing and the people coming out are materializing from nothing!<br><br>As your boat approaches the star of wood and stone, a smaller boat manned by a horned man and a gnome darts out toward you from between two larger ships and waves you down.&nbsp; The gnome hefts a rope, and by his gestures you assume someone is intended to catch the coil when he throws it your way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 07:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red in her normal perch atop the mast in the crows nest and rigging of the long boat.&nbsp; &nbsp; Spots the smaller vessel dart out from between to larger boats.&nbsp; &nbsp;A horned man and gnome pilot the smaller boat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Throwing a rope out to them.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Being up top she could not catch the rope., so it would be up to her two companions.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"There towing us in,&nbsp; so catch the rope and secure it."</em><br><br>She call down to her two companions as he watched the other smaller boat and would look over the two larger ones it had darted out from in between.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><sup><strong>Perception roll; At 2011-04-07 00:07:47, Red (uid: 714) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24217)</strong></sup>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 16:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dwarf was still distracted by visions of the mammoth diamond they'd passed days ago. If he could get a dozen dwarves from home and some mining gear up here... All it would take was one little crack, packed with explosives. The fact that the thing looked like a giant head fazed him somewhat, though. Especially since in his dreams since then the blasted thing had winked at him. Those were nights when the still concealed in the back of his portable alchemy lab came in handy.<br><br>Red's shout brought him back to the present. Grumbling, Rothgar scrambled across the deck to grab the length of line. There were three or four obvious points near him that looked like they could handle a rope being tied to them. He picked all of them, weaving a dense knot of bindings that would either take half an hour or a sharp blade to undo. Didn't hurt to be too careful.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Lookit! Dice!<br>Roll Result: Rothgar rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total Comment: +3 CMB (unless there's a better skill) Result: 9, Total: 12</span><br><br>He stood back and admired his work. Never use five feet of rope when fifteen would do. Now he figured it was up to Larsen to get them docked without having to sign over half their belongings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 17:36:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The small boat turned and began pulling on the line, and Rothgar was pleased that it seemed to hold.&nbsp; Two other small boats appeared out of the mass of masts and keels and took up positions at the rear of the longboat.&nbsp; Once the lead boat had pulled the longboat near a dock with some open space, the other two boats darted about, using the overstuffed cushions on their prows to cancel the longboat's forward momentum and then nudge it into place alongside the wharf.&nbsp; Without missing a beat, a group of dockhands converged on the longboat, tied it up, and moved on to the next ship arriving or leaving the port.&nbsp; You had to admire the efficiency, but then, with the sheer quantity of traffic here it is doubtful the port could operate any other way.<br><br>You disembark, and are met a few scant meters down the pier by an officious-looking man carrying a ledger who appears to be at least partly mechanical.&nbsp; His left arm is made of brass and you can hear the sound of gears whirring -- seemingly from inside him.<br><br>"Welcome to Marshal's Ring," the man says.&nbsp; "Docking fee is 30 Sigillian gold rings per day."&nbsp; He holds out a brass palm.<br><br>It's difficult to be certain, but that sounds like a whole lot of money.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 17:57:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Larsen considered the request a moment before answering.&nbsp; "Unfortunately we have not had the chance to obtain local currency.&nbsp; I am a jeweler, though, and while it pains me to do this, we would have to pay in finely wrought jewelry."&nbsp; He reached into a pouch and pulled forth a small pendant.&nbsp; "I believe this should cover the fee."<br><br>24401&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;kckolbe&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-04-12 10:56:39&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-04-12 10:56:39, kckolbe (uid: 6919) rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24401) Bluff<br>24400&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;kckolbe&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2011-04-12 10:56:18&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-04-12 10:56:18, kckolbe (uid: 6919) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24400) Diplomacy<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 18:22:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man's arm was fascinating. Not dwarven manufacture; too subtle, too many extraneous bits. At least no dwarves Rothgar knew about. The world was a wider and stranger place than it had been a few months ago, though. He wasn't ready to draw any conclusions, yet.<br><br>He held his breath as Larsen made his offer. Jewels weren't his specialty, except those that ended up getting ground into components. The pendant looked nice enough. It wasn't Rothgar's opinion that mattered, though. If the offer were turned down, he wasn't sure how many other options they had. He had enough materials to brew up some potions; those could be bartered, perhaps. Or they could set up shop here and sell their talents to other crews until they'd raised enough money to enter. Except that fee was per day. Without a better lay of the land, they'd be up in the air and treading water at best. Rothgar mixed metaphors like he mixed potions.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 00:26:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red would slide down a line to land on the railing of the long boat.&nbsp; &nbsp;From there she leap down to join the others on the dock.&nbsp; &nbsp;The brass arm and apparent moving gears within.&nbsp; &nbsp;Draws the gaze of the half elven vixen.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Not because she is enamored with mechanical things. Such as the dwarf might be.&nbsp; &nbsp;More because damit he has a frigga brass arm type of deal.&nbsp; &nbsp; As Red blatantly stares at the arm.&nbsp; &nbsp;As if it were going to fall out.&nbsp; And is simply amazed when he holds it out to collect the docking taxation.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Because of that fascination,&nbsp; it keeps her from voicing her opinion that the tax is piracy.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just pure out right thievery .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 20:07:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[[Kolbe, how much is that pendant _actually_ worth?&nbsp; Any other details about the pendant that might make it more attractive to a buyer (or barterer) would also be helpful.]]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 04:43:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The clerk takes the pendant from Larsen and sniffs haughtily.&nbsp; "Barely, after the appraiser gets his cut, but I suppose it will do.&nbsp; Name?"&nbsp; The clerk dutifully writes down the name Larsen gives him and nods officiously.&nbsp; "Welcome to Sigil.&nbsp; Step lively and join the queue at the portal, please -- that's the large stone ring, there, just follow someone if you can't figure it out -- and wait your turn to pass through into the city.&nbsp; You ought to be warned that the Sons of Mercy don't take kindly to the Clueless causing trouble, so mind your manners."&nbsp; The clerk waves you past him, anxious to tend to the next group of travelers.<br><br>You join the long queue of humanoids, beasts of burden, and some combinations of the two leading up to the stone ring, and as you approach the rough ball of dirt and rock at the center of the broad docking structure you begin to realize just how massive it is.&nbsp; The wharves spread outward in all directions from the hub, curving slowly upward and away from the "horizon."&nbsp; There must be thousands if not tens of thousands of boats moored here, to a chunk of rock in the middle of the very definition of nowhere.<br><br>As you approach the portal, you begin to be able to make out vague images of the city of Sigil through its plane, as though you were underwater in a hot spring, straining to peer through cloudy water and surface mist.&nbsp; You see a gabled roof here, a formless statue there, but nothing you can put a name to.<br><br>Finally it is your turn to pass through the gate, and you are stopped by two men bearing pikes and a third standing at a lectern.&nbsp; "Names and your business in Sigil," he demands through the Spartan faceplate of his helm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 05:44:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red glares at the guards,&nbsp; but refrains from commenting.&nbsp; &nbsp;She let the face of the trio speak and answer, that being Larsen.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she had any refinement,&nbsp; a demur smile would more then likely worked in aiding her comrade.&nbsp; &nbsp;But Red just lacked such refinement.&nbsp; &nbsp; In such a way that even the dwarf would have to think she was a dwarf in soul trapped in a tall species body.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 22:55:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The name's Rothgar... ah... Skyswimmer, and me business is gettin' drunk and meetin' loose women. And business is good," he leered. Maybe they had some kind of truth-telling magic about them, in which case this was about to get a bit embarrassing. But nineteen out of twenty times he'd met someone in this sort of position they were mostly concerned with making it look like they were doing their jobs, and counting the minutes until their next break. So no need to go spreading around truths like they were on sale.<br><br>The city was coming slowly into focus. If it was anything like the line of diverse travelers who were waiting to get in, it would be pretty amazing indeed. Rothgar thought he could pick out a couple of other dwarves among the crowd, but the nearest one, at least, had an odd enough look about him that he didn't think he could be counting on kinship for any favors in this place. Dwarves stuck together, generally, but maybe that didn't apply when the other dwarf had a bald head that shone like a beetle's shell and was dressed in armor that looked like it was made out woven tree roots.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 03:56:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The three Sons of Mercy blink at Rothgar and his answer for a moment before bursting into raucous laughter.&nbsp; Apparently truth-telling magic was unnecessary.&nbsp; When their mirth finally subsides, the Son at the lectern writes something in his book and looks to Red and Larsen for their answers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 04:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red not being stupid,&nbsp; she would suddenly haul off and bap the dwarf in the back of the head.&nbsp; As she would give her reason for heading into the city.<br><br><em>"Dam it,&nbsp; you said I was your girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;That yaw was going to buy me a new dress and we go drinking.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that you go whoring about."&nbsp; </em> turns to the three guards.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Give me the dam name of an inn where I can find myself a real strong hunk of man to bed.&nbsp; He ain't the only one that is going to whore around."</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 15:01:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Larsen did a double-take at Red's outburst, hoping that she was simply a skilled actress and not a jilted lover of Rothgar's.&nbsp; He found the image of such a union...unpleasant.&nbsp; After taking a moment to regain composure, he offered a thin smile.&nbsp; "Larsen Pike, jeweler.&nbsp; I have never conducted business here, and I intend to determine whether the purchase or sale of gems or jewels would be profitable as part of a trade route, and perhaps discover new types of gems rare or even exclusive to Sigil.&nbsp; Affluent ladies love to boast over a gem that can't be found on another lady's jewelry, and pay well for the ability to do so."&nbsp; His smile broadened considerably.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 16:50:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Larsen is not the only one who is silenced by Red's remark.&nbsp; It stops their laughter cold, and their faces flush behind their noseguards.&nbsp; "Er, the Black Sail is... well, popular among sailors..." one of the pikemen finally stammers.<br><br>"Uh, and exactly what is your relationship with... these two?" The Son at the lectern asks Larsen, once the mage has said his piece.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 17:21:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Larsen cast a sigh at his companions before responding.&nbsp; "They are better traveled than I, and by keeping company with them I am less likely targeted by thieves who would part me from my jewelry."<br><br>(For some reason the dice bot isn't recording my rolls.&nbsp; They are being labeled as test rolls even though I'm not clicking that, so not sure how to roll the bluff check.&nbsp; I guess I can just take ten.&nbsp; His bonus is high enough and it is a pretty simple lie.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 18:01:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Poor Larsen their companion and comrade.&nbsp; &nbsp; Red truly was not one for social graces.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even in the simple setting of gaining entrance through a gate to a city past the city guard.&nbsp; &nbsp; Not all of which she said was a lie.&nbsp; She is not unaccustomed to whoring during a drinking binge.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nor would she really be oppose to laying with&nbsp; Rothgar.&nbsp; &nbsp;You could also throw in Larsen too,&nbsp; she not be oppose to that either.&nbsp; &nbsp;Actually the thought of a threesome with them suddenly has her nipples perk and poke out against the material of her top.&nbsp; &nbsp;While bringing a dampness between her thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp; Which all led to what is truth.&nbsp; She has a penchant for the inns and revelry of drunken debauchery.&nbsp; It had been months since she had let loose.&nbsp; &nbsp;Towing the line&nbsp; on the Securis, acting proper.&nbsp; Harboring a crush on her commander of security.&nbsp; <br><br>Her embellishment just perhaps&nbsp; had been believed.&nbsp; &nbsp;As how the guards reacted to this.&nbsp; An she even pipe in and throw out a comment to the question directed towards Larsen.&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"I do him to, a threesome be fun."</em>&nbsp; Giving voice to what suddenly has her quite aroused with her thoughts.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Simply said the hot looking Red is the girl all guys wanted to meet, spend a wild night with.&nbsp; &nbsp; But not the type of girl that one brought home to meet mom with.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 05:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[[It's hardly even a lie, Kolbe!&nbsp; That's just fine.]]<br><br>[[And ESG -- through -chainmail-?!&nbsp; That's some pair of nipples!&nbsp; :D]]<br><br>The three Sons look at each other, obviously deeply uncomfortable with the trio that have presented themselves at the gate, and finally the guard at the lectern waves them through with a coughed acquiescence.<br><br>Sigil is like nothing any of the three of you have experienced.&nbsp; The vertigo sets in immediately, and only Red, who has spent a lifetime aboard ship, is able to keep her feet without reaching out for a wall for support.&nbsp; Travelers behind you, already irritated by the gate security, grumble and push past you, not even sparing the city a second glance as it curves up and over top of them, as though Sigil were built on the inside of a hollowed wheel.&nbsp; Far above you, nearly obscured by the grey fog that wraps the rooftops, you can see the citizens of Sigil going about their daily business even as they are doing the same around you.<br><br>Before you and around you stretches a huge open air marketplace, bigger than any you have seen previously.&nbsp; Humanoids and creatures of every description hawk their wares, haggle loudly over prices, and make their purchases.&nbsp; Commerce, it seems, is a universal constant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 06:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alluvius Ruskin’s shop is not difficult to find, despite Sigil’s labyrinthine and frankly insane plan.&nbsp; It begins to occur to you this has been par for the course, on this little mission, and you’re not sure whether you should be gratified or waiting for the other shoe to drop.<br><br>The store stands out in stark relief against the sharply gabled and bladed rooftops that make up most of Sigil’s inside-out ‘skyline,’ towering over the marketplace like a great viridian monument to mercantilism.&nbsp; It is a monolithic cylinder, several stories tall and seemingly hewn from a single piece of green marble.&nbsp; The edifice has no windows, but the name of the place can be seen carved into the rock repeatedly in a continuous wide spiral, from the curbstones to the roof:<br><br>TIVVUM’S ANTIQUITIES TIVVUM’S ANTIQUITIES TIVVUM’S ANTIQUITIES<br><br>Honestly, it is so unique and awe-inspiring you find yourself wondering whether it isn’t just a little too unique and awe-inspiring.&nbsp; Really, all of this uniqueness and awe is starting to leave you numb. <br><br>The door to Tivvum’s Antiquities is fortunately relatively normal.&nbsp; It appears to be made of wood, at least, and it stands open to admit walk-in traffic from the broad thoroughfare.&nbsp; As you approach, a wall of scent hits you like a halfbrick.&nbsp; While not precisely unpleasant, the place smells strongly of… everything.<br><br>The interior of the shop is evenly lit, but dim, and is filled with boxes, barrels, and crates of every description, filled to overflowing with sorted odds and ends.&nbsp; Most of the bric-a-brac in the containers seems to have little or no purpose.&nbsp; For a moment, you wonder if you haven’t somehow wandered into the wrong place, despite the obvious facade – and then you catch sight of Alluvius Ruskin.<br><br>Ruskin is exactly as the admiral described: a squat, almost ball-shaped old woman, with long, wavy white hair, pudgy features, and unmistakable horns.&nbsp; She is dressed in a simple robe and apron, and she cackles eerily as she completes the sale of a handful of semi-precious gems to another customer, completing her image.<br><br>The other customer – a human and a mage, by the looks of him – affords you only an appraising glare as he brushes past and exits into the street.&nbsp; He has a large lacquered pin prominently displayed on his collar that seems to depict a woman wearing a bladed nun’s wimple, of all things.<br><br>“Take a look around, my pretties,” Ruskin calls out from behind the counter in a scratchy but strong alto, waving her short arms to encompass the warehouse-like shop.&nbsp; “Let Old Lu know if she can help what you’re looking for find you!”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 07:41:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The vertigo that comes when entering the city.&nbsp; Is a bit disconcerting for&nbsp; Red.&nbsp; Yet with having spent so much time on ships.&nbsp; She quickly gets over the initial feeling that washes over her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Steadying herself,&nbsp; she wait for the others to adjust and regain some sort of composure.&nbsp; &nbsp;So they could get on and head to the shop.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She would curiously look at the other people out and about as they make their way through the city towards the shop.&nbsp; A lot of races she did not know.&nbsp; Of which she didn't realize there were so many races.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its rather an eye opener for her. <br><br>Finally the trio would reach the shop and enter.&nbsp; &nbsp;The shopkeeper a round woman, that is seemingly as round as she is tall.&nbsp; &nbsp;With long flowing white hair is busy wrapping up a sale with another customer.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would seem the customer is some kind of&nbsp; wizard.&nbsp; &nbsp;He has a strange pin,&nbsp; she wonder if he is some holy roller.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 23:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>So far so good</em> Larsen thought.&nbsp; The trip to the store was rather quiet, as he was not exactly sure what to say to either of his companions.&nbsp; Rothgar was a bit coarse, but he had heard to expect that from dwarves, and he seemed to be little more than a mercenary, so his personality was what one would expect.&nbsp; In truth, Larsen figured he should be thankful for it.&nbsp; After all, a hired guard who liked to drink and whore would not likely stand out.&nbsp; <br><br>Red was another matter.&nbsp; As an elf, he expected her to be a paragon of civility, and she may have been coarser than Rothgar, though some of that was likely surprise.&nbsp; This hadn't been the first time she'd said something questionable and overtly sexual.&nbsp; Perhaps she did it to keep those around her off balance?<br><br>His musings ended as they entered the store.&nbsp; Addressing Alluvius, he smiled politely.&nbsp; "Yes, we are here to pick up some blink dog milk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 03:04:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are ye now?" cackles Ruskin, eyeing Larsen appraisingly.&nbsp; "That's a rare thing, in any quantity.&nbsp; Rarer than jink in any quantity, I daresay.&nbsp; What have ye to trade for such a valuable item?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 18:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Larsen, with Rothgar's help, hefted the small chest onto the counter.&nbsp; He was fairly confident she knew what was in it.&nbsp; Fairly.&nbsp; Task accomplished, he indicated the chest with a slight nod and awaited her response, adding a quick "it has not been opened."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 15:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red let the men hoist the chest up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Larsen the face of the group continued to work on the purchase of the item required with the shop woman.&nbsp; &nbsp; It just didn't seem right to Red.&nbsp; Perhaps it is because it seemed so still.&nbsp; &nbsp;How in the heck could anyone stand with it so still.&nbsp; Missing the rolling effect of the ship underneath her feet.&nbsp; She give a glance out of the shop&nbsp; window.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she awaits the transaction to being completed.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 03:23:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ruskin blinks at the chest, and a mischievous smile plays on her lips.&nbsp; "I'm sure that it hasn't, dearie, which makes it both of us who don't know what's in the chest!&nbsp; Your bargaining position would be a titch stronger if you were haggling with jink I could see."&nbsp; She chuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 23:23:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Larsen returned the chuckle.&nbsp; "Well, isn't this a mystery then.&nbsp; As for my bargaining position, I am not overly concerned.&nbsp; Admiral J let us know that you do want what is in this chest, and that you were reliable.&nbsp; As this was to be given to you, however, I see no reason why we should not allow you to open it yourself, should you really not know what is in it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 13:58:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red turned her attention back to the negotiation going on with the shop keeper.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the chest they had brought along held something she wanted.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is for payment of the item they are acquiring for the other client.&nbsp; &nbsp;Larsen seems quite good at this sort of thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Knowing her limitations and feeling a bit out of place she continue to keep quiet and merely observe.&nbsp; <br><br>However,&nbsp; boredom is what comes of merely watching.&nbsp; So Red would start to look around the shop.&nbsp; &nbsp;Curiously checking out what else Ruskin sold in the shop.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 02:46:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[[I'm sorry about the delay -- again -- I -completely- forgot where I was going with this scene in the last interval and it took me some time to get back on track.]]<br><br>As Red looks around the bottom floor of the shop she finds mostly barrels, boxes, and crates of unusual bulk items -- semiprecious stones, preserved animal hooves and paws, dried fruit and fungus, cheap costume jewelry -- Tivvum's Antiquities seems to be a dry goods store for useless dry goods.<br><br>[[Let me know if she starts looking for anything in particular, but otherwise Red just finds more apparent junk in large quantities.]]<br><br>At the mention of the Admiral's name, Ruskin closes here eyes and nods in sudden understanding.&nbsp; "Ah, the order for Admiral Soulstorm.&nbsp; Of course; you should have said from the start.&nbsp; The chest is adequate payment."&nbsp; She carefully lifts the chest in both arms and places it out of sight below the counter.&nbsp; "One stitch, dearie, and I'll be back with your milk."&nbsp; She begins to dodder off toward the spiral staircase at the center of the shop and looks back over her shoulder at Red as she goes.<br><br>"Mind ye, sweet cheeks, goggling is free, but don't get it in that pretty ginger bone-box of your'n to take anything that belongs to old Lu without paying first.&nbsp; Paying later can be an expensive proposition!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 17:19:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red did look for something in particular,&nbsp; she hadn't espy it yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;She really didn't think this shop would carry it.&nbsp; But when the old bat speaks to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She toss the woman a piercing glance back.&nbsp; &nbsp; She wasn't no frigging thief, she is a honest pirate.&nbsp; &nbsp;Never a two bit dirty thief.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"You have any&nbsp; goose or turkey feathers?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She ask the woman,&nbsp; &nbsp;could always do with some more for her arrows.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 21:11:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ruskin nods and gestures vaguely at a cluster of shelves near where Red was already looking.&nbsp; "Feathers, bones, and sinews are just over yonder, on the orange shelves, dearie.&nbsp; Grab yerself a basket and bring what ye like up to the counter."&nbsp; Then she vanishes upstairs.&nbsp; <br><br>A few minutes later, Ruskin returns carrying a clear bottle full of a white liquid.&nbsp; It is topped by a lever seal with a blue gem imbedded in the crown.&nbsp; She sets the bottle down on the counter in front of Larsen and waves her hand, symbolically relinquishing ownership of it to him.&nbsp; "The gem in the seal will keep the milk cold for as long as the bottle remains sealed," she explains.<br><br>She completes any other transactions the group wishes to perform and then turns to another customer who has entered the store in the meantime, a man with the lower body of a ram, wearing the scratched and dented but well-maintained arms of a warrior.<br><br>The milk obtained, Red, Larsen, and Rothgar return through the gate and to their longboat, to begin the long voyage to Hestavar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 19:53:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Not sure how to reply, suffice to say Larsen is ready to go]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 04:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The group returns to the small vessel, now ready to complete the second part of the mission, the delivery. <br><br>(posting to keep it going)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 03:40:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[[Thanks for the responses; I have to admit that simply moving things along was the purpose of my last post as well.&nbsp; I'm finding myself in the midst of beginning a number of roleplaying campaigns in real life at the moment, which is great news, but it is a bit exhausting creatively.&nbsp; Don't worry, I will not leave you high and dry!&nbsp; ...For long, at least.&nbsp; :)&nbsp; ]]<br><br>The journey to Hestavar through the Astral Sea was longer than the voyage from the Securis to Sigil, but a good deal busier.&nbsp; The track between the two 'cities' was well traveled, and the tiny longboat often found itself necessarily moving out of the way of larger vessels plying the trade route.&nbsp; Most passed in silence; a scant few shouted friendly greetings as they sailed on by.&nbsp; It was not until the third day of the voyage that one actually stopped.<br><br>The caravel, which was not that much larger than the longboat, all things considered, pulled up alongside almost without warning, such was its speed and agility.&nbsp; The crew -- a motley bunch, clearly all career sailors with years spent in the rigging -- flashed smiles, but from force of habit gazes were drawn more readily to the cutlasses and sabres each man wore at his waist.&nbsp; The newcomers outnumbered the Securis crewmates four to one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 22:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[So is it just Red and I, or is Rothgar here as an NPC?]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Admiral J</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 05:19:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[[It's been weeks; Rothgar is only present if you specifically need him for something roleplaying related.&nbsp; For the purposes of combat and experience gain he is absent.]]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 21:06:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(So lets continue,&nbsp; if we need another we can advertise and they can be picked up along the way.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 23:41:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Well damn.</em>&nbsp; Larsen did a bit of quick math and turned to Red, an irritated smile on his lips.&nbsp; "I believe decisions while not on land are left to you, Red."&nbsp; Pretending to have lost interest in the matter, Larsen began reviewing his spells and deciding which he would use first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Securis - Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 18:59:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red tossed a glance at Larsen and shook her head.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her bow already pulled out and ready when they had first spotted the other ship closing in on them and pulling along side.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Red scrutinies the other ship searching for who appears the be the captain of the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>(perception - &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2011-08-06 11:52:37, Red (uid: 714) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30581) )<br><br>While she calls out the other ship.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Ahoy there,&nbsp; we got nothing.&nbsp; &nbsp;How can we help you?"&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>As she called out she continued to search out the captain of the other ship.&nbsp; Noting the sabres and cutlass hanging at the sides of the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the realization this could turn very ugly for them.&nbsp; &nbsp; Being outnumbered what appears to be four to one.&nbsp; &nbsp; Softly she mumbles under her breath.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Fuck."</em>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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