Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 16:52:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://twentysidedstore.com/images/blog/12-4-2011_LairAssault/talon.jpg)<br><strong>Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee</strong></div>&nbsp;<br><em>1370 DR<br>City of Baldur's Gate - Harbor<br>Early spring, morning</em><br><br>A crowd gathers in the city harbor, coats still buttoned over their clothes though it is the earliest days of spring. The chill of night has left frosted puddles in the streets and makes clouds of their breath. Today the <em>Blessed Trident</em> sets sail on her maiden voyage, chosen by Umberlee's faithful for a voyage across the Trackless Sea - for reasons left unstated. Few in the crowd openly adore the Bitch Queen, but nearly all have come to praise Her as the ship sails, in the hopes of appeasing Her wrath and keeping their lives and those of their loved ones from the sea's cold grasp.<br><br>Although Umberlant clerics are often known to accompany ships to offer their protection (after the church is given a hefty donation, of course), that the Water Queen's House would sponsor a voyage of its own seems unusual. The High Priestess atop the platform offers the crowd a frightening sermon and urges them to be faithful to keep Umberlee's wrath at bay. She does not say why the <em>Blessed Trident</em> sails this day, only that it goes forth in the name of Lady of the Depths. &nbsp;<br><br>In addition to the crew of the ship itself, a small party of mercenaries and other assorted ilk has been summoned to sail aboard the <em>Trident</em> (rumor has it the church is richly compensating them for their services), all accompanied by a junior cleric of Umberlee.<br>&nbsp;<br><hr>&nbsp;<br><strong>Crew Roster</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jacinth of the Waves</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character Name:</span></strong> Jacinth of the Waves&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Player:</span> Ambrosial<br><span class="bbc_u">Character Race:</span> Human (Shou)<br><span class="bbc_u">Character Class(es)</span>: Ranger/Cleric<br><span class="bbc_u">Deity:</span> Umberlee<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span> Female&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span> 22<br><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span> 5‘2”&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span> 120 lbs.&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span> Dark<br><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span> Black<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Physical Appearance:</span> At a mere 5’2”, Jacinth hardly cuts an intimidating figure, though she has a rushed way of walking that often sends the weak-willed scurrying out of her path. She wears her dark hair long and free, and when wet, it clings to her skin like seaweed.&nbsp;<br><br>Jacinth prefers simple clothes and leathers that can be easily adapted for swimming and arms herself with a trident or javelin. She wears no jewelry or adornment other than her holy symbol of Umberlee, bound to her inner left wrist by a leather cord.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ithir Severine</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character Name:</strong></span> Ithir Severine&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Player:</span> Silverfyre<br><span class="bbc_u">Character Race:</span> Tiefling<br><span class="bbc_u">Class:</span> Wizard/Master Specialist<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span> Male&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span> 32<br><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span> 6 ft.&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span> 170 lbs.&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span> Amber&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span> Black<br>&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Physical Description</span>: Often cowled and donning plain black robes, Ithir keeps his tainted heritage a secret if he can. &nbsp;He stands six feet tall, a willowy, wiry man with raven black hair and amber eyes. &nbsp;A small pair of curved horns protrude from his forehead and he does his best to keep his curly hair long to conceal them. &nbsp;He might be considered handsome by some but he is a brooding man who does not trust others easily. He favors easily concealed weapons over the traditional staff of the mage. &nbsp;He keeps his worn spellbook on his person at all times. &nbsp;His familiar is a small water moccasin.&nbsp;<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lao Dar</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://perampaion.webs.com/laomythweavers.jpg)<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character Name:</span></strong> Lao Dar<br><span class="bbc_u">Player:</span> BenedictWolfe<br><span class="bbc_u">Character Race:</span> Half-orgre<br><span class="bbc_u">Class:</span> Ranger/Sniper<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span> Male&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span> 30<br><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span> 8 ft. 2 in.<br><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span> 500 lbs.&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span> Yellow-gray&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span> Black<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Physical Description:</span> This enormous crossbreed stands 8 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in somewhere around 500 pounds. His build is heavily set with muscles, his shoulders are broad and his posture has a natural hunch to it, courtesy to a bull neck. Surprisingly, his hands are articulate and dexterous with long, nimble fingers. With a yellowish brown hide and black hair tied into tails behind and in front of his pointed ears, his eyes are a grayish yellow and radiate a guarded attentiveness. A slight beard grows along his jawline, chin and under his mouth.<br><br>He is dressed browns and grays, giving him a air of a wilderness wanderer. Leather pants and thick cloth tunic ward off the weather and quality boots protect his feet. A vest of plated leather is strapped across his torso and hangs down like a loincloth between his legs. On top of it all he wears a gray cloak, stained along its hem from contact with mud and dirt.<br><br>His equipment includes a shoulder slung bag, a chopper strapped to his belt and an enormous 8 foot greatbow that he always carries in his left hand. A quiver peeks out above his right shoulder, out of the side of his cloak.[/u]<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Irader</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z413/Countdown0/MonkDampD_zpsab5fc6c5.jpg)<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character Name:</span></strong> Irader<br><span class="bbc_u">Player:</span> Countdown0<br><span class="bbc_u">Character Race:</span> Human<br><span class="bbc_u">Class:</span> Monk/Tattooed Monk<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span> Male&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span> 28<br><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span> 5 ft. 11 in.<br><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span> 170 lbs.&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span> &nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span>&nbsp;<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tian'amara Lea</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/gloombladeb.jpg)<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character Name:</span></strong> Tian'amara Lea<br><span class="bbc_u">Player:</span> Ershin<br><span class="bbc_u">Character Race:</span> Human<br><span class="bbc_u">Class:</span> Beguiler/Swiftblade<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span> Female&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span> 24<br><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span> 5 ft. 7 in.<br><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span> &nbsp;Brown<br><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span> Shaven<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Physical Description:</span><br>Lea rarely shows much of her physical form outside the robes and veils she tends to wear, particularly her face, but one can see evidence of pale skin unusual for someone who claims to come from an arid desert area and thin, oriental eyes heavily made up with mascara. Usually a deep brown, her eyes take on a pearly white, incandescent appearance when channelling the weave to cast spells.<br><br>Those rare few who catch a glimpse of her disrobed form can clearly see an old collection of scars, carefully but barely hidden by the clothing she wears. This isn't unusual for someone of a mercanarial lifestyle, of course, but they seem to be concentrated on her back in non-lethal locations where a foe's blade wouldn't aim for.<br><br>Her head is shaven as a Mulan of Thay or Mulhorand, though bares no tattoos associated with the nobility or middle classes, however the symbol of a Thayan house is tattooed on the smalls of her back.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 17:03:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacinth of the Waves<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> (Everyone)<br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br>Jacinth of the Waves (as she likes to call herself - a title, some say, one would only take in lieu of a proper surname) stands at the end of the gangplank leading to the <em>Trident</em>. All of the ship's sailing crew has been assembled, and only those recruited as mercenaries by the Church of Umberlee have yet to board.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"All gathered to serve the Bitch Queen aboard this ship assemble here!" She shouts over the general bustle of the docks. Her voice cracks at the strain, and with a look of annoyance, she adds a clarifying statement. "Mercenaries, form a line to board."<br>&nbsp;<br>Wind whips at the petite cleric's cloak, but Jacinth makes no move to pull it closer to her as she waits, clad in her formal church regalia. She has yet to meet any of those hired and is almost fidgety with nervous impatience.<br>&nbsp;<br>Only time will tell who she has been saddled with, but she is in no mood to suffer fools. The other clergy, however, have now disbanded, leaving her alone to manage the crew of the <em>Blessed Trident</em>, however ragtag or mismatched they may be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 18:33:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ithir Severine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br><br><hr>The tiefling watches the ship quietly for some time.&nbsp; He remains with the crowd, standing near the back and studying the faces of those who had gathered to join the fateful voyage of the Church of Umberlee's newest ship.&nbsp; The woman who stands at the base of the gangplank is no doubt the one in command, a junior cleric from the symbols that adorn her stylish robes.&nbsp; She has a certain charisma about her, an aura of authoritarian brooding that demands respect and loyalty.<br><br>A pity those things were earned and not freely given, even in the face of solid gold coin.<br><br>Ithir, dressed in plain black robes and travel-worn clothes, stands six feet tall; a willowy, wiry man with raven black hair and amber eyes.&nbsp; A small pair of curved horns protrude from his forehead and he does his best to keep his curly hair long to conceal them but the breeze from the bay casts his cowl off his angular face.&nbsp; He might be considered handsome by some but there is a roughness to his character that most find grating.&nbsp; The touch of demonic heritage does the rest of scaring most people away.<br><br>The mage approaches the gangplank, his booted feet carrying him into the line of assembling mercenaries.&nbsp; He then waits to meet the woman who looked to be their captain.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 22:24:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacinth of the Waves<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> (Everyone), <em>Ithir</em><br>&nbsp;<br><hr>&nbsp;<br>"You. State your name and trade." Jacinth sizes Ithir up, the wizard towering over her small frame - barely over five feet tall - hands on her hips for added effect. She'd wasted no time in dismissing the small handful of so-called "sellswords" that stood in line before him; they were obviously too unseasoned for the mission with which she had been charged. And failure was <em>not</em> an option. She would only take the best of the throng of mercenaries the church's recruitment had sent her way. The seas might take them all, sure enough, but she'd rather have a few at least worth feeding until they wound up as shark bait.<br>&nbsp;<br>There was something terribly unsettling about the wizard's eyes, but a soft voice behind her shoulder stole her attention, and Jacinth whirled to glare at the cabin boy who'd been brave enough to interrupt her.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Pardon, mistress."<br>&nbsp;<br>Jacinth bristled at the title but bade the boy go on with a wave of her hand.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Cap'n says 'e's ready now."<br>&nbsp;<br>"Pleased, I am, to hear it. But the ship will sail only when <em>I</em> permit it. Tell him to wait. Or risk my - and Umberlee's - displeasure."<br>&nbsp;<br>With a sniffle, the boy was off, running back up the gangplank onto the ship proper. His untimely interference had ruined her brusque monologue, but she casually ran a finger along the holy symbol bound to her inner wrist to remind the mercenaries in line that, even if little boys could interrupt her, <em>she</em> would be the one keeping them from a cold, watery grave.
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				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 16:11:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ithir Severine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone, Jacinth<br><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br><br><hr><br>Priests were always such boisterous bastards, thinking that their divine power allowed them to lord over all other mortals.&nbsp; The same could be said about mages too, or any idiot who strapped on a sword for the first time but clerics were the otherworldly servants of gods and goddesses, the fleshy conduits to work their wills.&nbsp; This priestess was a worshiper of Umberlee, the Bitch Queen, and he was not exactly in the mood to risk her wrath.&nbsp; She would gain his respect for now but should she limit him otherwise, a lightning bolt would remind her of her manners and her mortality.<br><br>Ithir gave her a curt nod before giving his name and profession.<br><br>"Ithir Severine.&nbsp; Mage, with a focus on evocation.&nbsp; In short, if it needs to burn or drown, I can do it." 
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				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 20:30:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://perampaion.webs.com/laomythweavers.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lao Dar<br><strong>Location:</strong> East Baldur's Gate, The Undercellar<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>The blue-gray pipe smoke billows pleasantly around the table after Lao releases the last lungfull of the stuff, leaving him wistful and the other occupants annoyed. The hour is early, still dark, though down in the Undercellar this can only be assumed rather than witnessed; set in a drained sewer crossing the infamous drinking den and brothel is perhaps the only place where a half-ogre can consider himself safe inside the city of Baldur's Gate. Even then that's stretching the meaning of "safe" to its farthest limits: The place caters to the undesirable elements of society like criminals, fugitives, half-orcs and other demihumans, nobles out slumming as well as those patrons who've worn out their welcome in every other dive in the Gate.<br><br>"<em>So you're going ahead with that harlot's suggestion then, I take it?</em>" the half-orc sitting across from Lao wonders as the half-ogre is busy packing down his pipe and the remainder of his belongings in preparation for the trek up to the streets and the docks.<br><br>"<em>That I am, Baily. I have no wish to rot away down here until I run out of coin. Half a tenday is enough,</em>" he replies, looking up at the male and guessing he isn't half as annoyed as he looks: Baily's mate, a half-orc called Narra had spent the last night making bedroom eyes at Lao, to great detriment to Baily's mood. It was probably mostly to tease Baily, really, but Lao isn't feeling like straining his relationship with the half-orc any further. It had been that last eve that a cleric of Umberlee had stridden into the Undercellar and started soliciting whoever looked capable for work on a ship headed out west. Lao had been one of the recipient's of her decidedly lacking skills as a saleswoman, but had nonetheless seen the value of the opportunity presented to him.<br><br>"<em>Hmpf,</em>" the half-orc snorts. "<em>For your own sake I hope you'll play it smart and stay out of sight as long as you can then, though how well you'll succeed I can only wonder, when you look like an oxen on two legs.</em>" Lao's face makes it plain he won't dignify that with an answer as he rises to his feet and fastens his gray cloak around his shoulders.<br><br>"<em>If things don't work out maybe I shall return and come with you down south,</em>" he says, picking up his enormous greatbow. Looking sideways at Baily, he adds: "<em>I'm sure we could convince Narra to let be come along.</em>"<br><br>The half-orc's demeanor visibly sours at this and he snorts again. "<em>Good luck to you, then, oaf. Hope the Flaming Fist don't get a hold of you.</em>" Lao shrugs his shoulder philosophically at the suggestion and without further ado sets off into the sewers. He's not at home here, has no experience of the dark, winding tunnels, so he settles for the first exit he comes upon: A grate in the ceiling with a ladder of rusty bars leading up to it. He can lift the grate easily enough, but squeezing through proves more difficult. He'd arrived via a sewer opening in the riverfront by night so he hadn't thought about what obstacle his size could prove when trying to exit the sewers streetside. After taking off his backpack and quiver first, howver, he manages to step out into the chilly predawn.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><br>Later, after the sun has risen above the horizon to cast its warming rays on the waking port, Lao finds himself skulking around nervously in a harbour alleyway, looking out at a gathering crowd along the dock. The murmur of the people is cut short by the shouting of young Umberlant atop the gangplank to the <em>Blessed Trident</em> calling forth the mercenary hopefuls who, like Lao, have come to seek employment. Seeing that the time has come, he takes a deep breath and walks out into the open, moving briskly towards the gangplank. There is no need to shove the crowd aside as a surprised outburst from the first people to spot him quickly parts the crowd before him. Lao himself keeps his eyes on the gangplank and walks resolutely past people speaking openly to each other as they gawk at him. He only has to shrug off a few insults before he reaches his destination, ending up behind a black robed fellow who becomes the first prospect to not be sent away immediately by the cleric.<br>He stands his turn, pretending not to hear anything.<br><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Description:</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://perampaion.webs.com/Half-Ogre.jpg)</div><br>This enormous crossbreed stands 8 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in somewhere around 500 pounds. His build is heavily set with muscles, his shoulders are broad and his posture has a natural hunch to it, courtesy to a bull neck. Surprisingly, his hands are articulate and dexterous with long, nimble fingers. With a yellowish brown hide and black hair tied into tails behind and in front of his pointed ears, his eyes are a grayish yellow and radiate a guarded attentiveness. A slight beard grows along his jawline, chin and under his mouth.<br><br>He is dressed browns and grays, giving him a air of a wilderness wanderer. Leather pants and thick cloth tunic ward off the weather and quality boots protect his feet. A vest of plated leather is strapped across his torso and hangs down like a loincloth between his legs. On top of it all he wears a gray cloak, stained along its hem from contact with mud and dirt.<br><br>His equipment includes a shoulder slung bag, a chopper strapped to his belt and an enormous 8 foot greatbow that he always carries in his left hand. A quiver peeks out above his right shoulder, out of the side of his cloak.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 04:27:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z413/Countdown0/MonkDampD_zpsab5fc6c5.jpg)<div class="floatright"><strong>Name:</strong> Irader<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the dock near the Trident<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Irader sits on the street, not in any hurry to be the first one on the boat. As the young priestess calls for the mercenaries to form a line, Irader shakes his head, having already examined most of the people in the crowd. No doubt a few people would be considered, but for the most part, these people there were fools who were more likely to get themselves and others killed than they were to live long enough to spend their pay. He watches as a child approaches the priestess and speaks to her, running away quicker than he had arrived, no doubt rather scared. The Monk stands up, his robes thin and light but enough to keep him warm, and his cloak gently blowing about in the breeze. He plants one end of his quarter staff on the ground, and then moved forward, his slender frame easily slipping through the crowd, even though they had shifted themselves away from the large crossbreed who only moments earlier had walked to the line.<br><br>Irader finds himself a place in line after a couple of other mercenaries that had found the courage to step in behind the large man. A few glances came his way, but Irader didn't care about them. He waits patiently for the Priestess to be done with those in front of him.<br><br>The Monk is handsome in his own way, though many find him more unsettling than appealing. He is just under six feet in height, with a lean but powerful frame. Irader stands calmly, his eyes staring at seemingly nothing in the world.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 18:42:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacinth of the Waves<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> (Everyone), <em>Ithir<em> and <em>Lao</em><br></em></em><hr>&nbsp;<br>Jacinth acknowledges Ithir's nod with a&nbsp;twitch of her lips that might be called a smile, if it weren't so brief. "Well, then, Mage Ithir. You&nbsp;make your case succinctly. I appreciate that." She waves him toward the gangplank and the ship decks. "A cabin boy will show you to your&nbsp;quarters, and you will be briefed later..."<br>&nbsp;<br>Her voice trails off, a little distracted, as she stares at a point over the wizard's shoulder. A giant&nbsp;form, something not-fully-human, lumbers into line, and the priestess exhales sharply through her nose. <em>Must she always be tested like this?</em><br>&nbsp;<br>Lao towers over Jacinth's small frame, though she does her best to appear authoritative while she stares up at the half-ogre. It is a bit difficult, though, no matter how much bluster you may have, to really seem superior when your interlocutor stands a good three feet over you. Others fill the ranks of the&nbsp;line (some more nervously than others now that Lao has arrived), including a cloaked man leaning on a staff that catches the Shou woman's eye, only for a moment.<br>&nbsp;<br>A half-ogre, after all, is an impossible thing to ignore when he stands right before you.<br>&nbsp;<br>"You wish to join the ranks of the <em>Trident's</em> chosen guard?" Jacinth asks of Lao with as much dignity as she can muster while craning her neck up at him. "You have a name, then, and some martial prowess, I presume?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 18:57:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ithir Severine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone, Jacinth<br><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br><br><hr><br>"Very well."<br><br>The tiefling's dark eyes passover the priestess once more before he nods curtly and heads up the gang plank.&nbsp; The ship is a marvel of engineering, finely constructed and crafted.&nbsp; The curved prow of the ship looks stout enough for ramming as well as cutting through the most traitorous of waves.&nbsp; The church of Umberlee had obviously spared no expense in her creation and that brought an approving smile to the wizard's face.&nbsp; <br><br>The sounds of the groaning gang plank and the ominous shadow of something large walking up it give the mage pause.&nbsp; He glances over his cloaked shoulder and stares blankly at the hulking half ogre.&nbsp; Such a beast was a rarity, even in a port such as this.&nbsp; He nods once more, whether he had the half breed's attention or not before disappearing below deck to find his quarters and the promised cabin boy who could show him around.<br><br>The crew was getting more intriguing with each passing moment. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 18:34:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://perampaion.webs.com/laomythweavers.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lao Dar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Lao pays no heed to the crowd behind him, waiting until the priestess is done with the mage and sends him away. He steps up and pretends not to notice the usual reaction to his appearance, though she does a fair job of keeping her face composed.<br><br>"<em>You wish to join the ranks of the Trident's chosen guard?</em>" she queries him, her eyes boring into his; a hard one, this cleric, Lao ponders before she adds: "<em>You have a name, then, and some martial prowess, I presume?</em>"<br><br>"<em>My name is Lao; Lao Dar if you need a surname,</em>" is his reply as he sets down his greatbow and rests one hand on his hip. "<em>This bow is my calling and can handle it fairly.</em>"<br><br>His gaze wanders up to the deck and the cloaked figure looking back at him. The mage nods at him, once, before descending into the ship proper. <em>What is that supposed to mean?</em> he wonders with a look of slight annoyance. <br><br>He remembers himself and looks down again at the female cleric.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ershin</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 21:37:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/gloombladeb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tian'amara Lea<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> (Everyone)<br><hr> <br>The ocean winds whipped a number of Lea's veils not held in place by pieces of armor against her as the crimson-clad woman stood in the the line that had formed leading to the Bitch Queen's vessel, the <em>Blessed Trident</em>. The Mulhorandi's milky eyes scanned over the crowd that all vied for a place on the ship, cursing that her morning preparations had taken her so long... but at the same time if all she would have to bathe with would be salt water for a time, she was justified for using the facilities of the inn she had been staying at while she could. <br><br>The queue certaintly had a number of colourful mercenaries in it, the one at the front presumably talking to the priestess in charge of the expedition seemed to be an interesting one indeed, an immense hulk with yellow-green flesh. Lea wondered for a moment if the creature was a sellsword (or bow, as the case may be) in his own right, or simply a beast of burden sent to haul cargo which had gone into the wrong line. Time would prove either hypothesis.<br><br>As she waited patiently for those who had preceded her to complete their formal introductions with the woman seemingly conducting short interviews or welcoming new members of the crew aboard, the red-robed swordswoman idly held the material that clung to the side of her body being buffeted by the fresh sea breeze, silk flowing like water at the other, but none held more firmly than the veils that covered her head and the lower portion of her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 21:45:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacinth of the Waves<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> (Everyone), <em>Lao</em><br><hr><br>The silent exchange between Ithir and Lao goes unnoticed by the priestess, who is clearly finding it impossible not to stare at the half-ogre towering above her head. The beast is well-spoken for his kind, though perhaps that assessment is a little unfair of her. After all, she’s never met an ogrekin, half-breed or otherwise.<br><br>Their conversation, though brief, has drawn even more attention, the crowd openly gawking at Lao and whispering amongst themselves. Jacinth decides it is best to make her judgment on the half-ogre quickly and send him on his way before they become too rowdy. <br><br>“Lao Dar, you state your case plainly, and I am not one to argue on a man’s prowess with his chosen weapon.” (<em>Not one to argue with a half-ogre, more like.</em>) “Fight well, and the Bitch Queen will be pleased with your service.” <br><br>Jacinth waves him on, and a rather nervous cabin boy appears to lead the half-ogre below decks to his assigned quarters. She stands on tiptoes momentarily, gazing down the line of gathered mercenaries that seems to grow longer with every moment, and sighs. An exotic-looking woman (or so she assumes, from the veiled costumed) has joined the ranks of the hopeful, and the priestess can only be thankful that she spies no more unusually tall figures in line. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 22:14:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://perampaion.webs.com/laomythweavers.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lao Dar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbour, Blessed Trident<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Lao wastes little time, saying: "<em>Thank you, priestess,</em>" and promptly ascends the gangplank and onto the <em>Blessed Trident</em>. He glances at the cabin boy, who looks like one who has found himself in a particularly frightening situation without due time to prepare, but his attention is primarily concerned with the ship's crew.<br><br>The men and women of the ship have paused in their work and now stare at the half-ogre with looks ranging from bemusement to outrage. A resigned mutter escapes Lao's throat, but he straightens his back and motions for the cabin boy to show him below. Following the boy, Lao realises quickly that the ship was built with humans in mind and no one else: He has too stoop down to fit under the ceiling, leading to a few snickers behind his back which he tries to pretend he can't hear, and his enormous bow requires a great deal of manouvering to get about down in the cramped spaces of the ship.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 03:52:34</strong>
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				The decks of the <em>Trident</em> are bustling with activity, sailors shouting orders at one another across the ropes. Nervous cabin boys lead Ithir and Lao to their respective cabins, small, cramped affairs below decks.&nbsp;<br><br>Lao especially will find the quarters confining, and even though the rooms are tiny, they do at least afford their occupiers some measure of privacy - a luxury the sailors sharing swinging hammocks in the common quarters can not boast of.&nbsp;<br><br>The young sailors scurry out of the way once they've guided the mercenaries to their cabins. Each delivers what is obviously a memorized speech: "The <em>Trident</em> will be departin' shortly. Ye will be called by th' priestess fer a briefin' once we've set t' sea." Their stammers and street accents somewhat mar the delivery, but the message is nevertheless clear.&nbsp;<br><br>Above decks, Jacinth is finishing her interviews with the remaining sell-swords, her roster of mercenaries now half-full.&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 17:19:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ithir Severine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ship, Ithir's Quarters<br><strong>Tags:</strong> No One<br><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br><br><hr><br>The small room is cramped but it is far better fare than what the tiefling mage is used to.&nbsp; His former master had been a severe and stingy man, giving his apprentices little space to call their own.&nbsp; The mage sighs softly and sets down his backpack full of his meager belongings that were not a part of his craft, stowing them under his hammock.&nbsp; He shrugs off his heavy cloak and sets it on the wooden peg on the door.&nbsp; The door had no lock from what he saw but a quick incantation and an Arcane Lock spell takes care of such issues.&nbsp; <br><br>A well-earned nap is the order of the day and soon, the mage is asleep in his hammock as the rest of the crew was sorted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:19:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z413/Countdown0/MonkDampD_zpsab5fc6c5.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Irader<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Line to Board the Ship <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Irader was next up in line to speak to the Priestess of Umberlee, stepping forward silently, his face abscent of any real expression. He wasn't amused, excited, nervous. There was just a serene calmness about him. "Greetings," the monk said. He bowed slightly, but kept his eyes on the young woman in front of him, having been trained to always keep eye contact. "A visitor from a temple of Umberlee came to the monastery that I call home. My understanding was that you are seeking capable individuals to join your crew. I was chosen by my order to come here and join you," Irader said. He stood still and waited for the woman to answer him. Whether she accepted his help or not remained to be seen, though Irader didn't truely care either way. He had come because it may earn wealth, and therefore power, for the monastery. But if she sent him away, there would be plenty to do in the city that would get him a prize of sorts to bring back to his peers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 17:34:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacinth of the Waves<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Irader<br>&nbsp;<br><hr>&nbsp;<br>Jacinth eyes Irader with that&nbsp;piercing look of assessment she's granted every candidate who's come before her thus far, one brow raised. All in all, he seems much more...<em>normal</em> than some of the&nbsp;other more colorful mercenaries. And calmer too. A man who could maintain that&nbsp;appearance of serenity on a busy dock filled with jostling&nbsp;swords-for-hire could certainly be a welcome addition, if he prove useful.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Ah, and what order be that, sir?&nbsp;The Bitch Queen will take none into her service that would oppose Her dominion, though I can only assume by your presence here you serve no opposing order." Her hair whips into her eyes with a gust of wind, and with a sigh of annoyance, the priestess brushes it aside, awaiting the monk's reply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 23:04:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z413/Countdown0/MonkDampD_zpsab5fc6c5.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Irader<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Line to Board the Ship <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Jacinth<br><br><hr><br>"Of course," Irader said calmly. He reached for a small pouch on his belt, opening it easily with just the one hand while never taking his eyes off of the young Priestess. He produced a small talisman from within the pouch, and held it out for Jacinth to see. It was simple, a small, oak circle, with a skull carved into it. On the forehead of the skull was a small, black diamond. "The Order of the Long Death chose me to come and aide this mission, whatever it may be." Irader said, his expression blank. He had travelled from the Firesteap Mountains, the home of one of the Order's hidden monasteries. For many, it would have been a long journey, but Irader didn't need food, water, or sleep. He had simply run the entire way, faster than most humans could possibly run, and never needed to stop and rest, thanks to the magical tattoos that adorned his body.<br><br>The Monk waited for Jacinth to decide whether or not he would be allowed to board the ship. If not, he could of course just go to the monastery in the Turnstone Hills. It wasn't terribly far away, at least compared to the Firesteap Mountains. Still, it would be inconvenient if he had come all this way to be turned away at the gangplank of the ship.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 16:45:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacinth of the Waves<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Irader (and Lea)<br>&nbsp;<br><hr>&nbsp;<br>Jacinth&nbsp;runs her fingers along the edge of the&nbsp;token Irader has offered, testing its weight in her palm as if&nbsp;weighing the monk's own worth.&nbsp;The image on the talisman is vaguely familiar to her, though she is no expert on monastical orders; the priestess feels assured that, whomever he serves, it will be Umberlee's biding he does know, should she let him aboard the <em>Trident</em>.<br>&nbsp;<br>She hands the token back to Irader. "You will tell me more of your order later, but for now, speak your name and go aboard. Whatever your other allegiances, it is Umberlee you serve while on this vessel, and She is a harsh mistress."<br>&nbsp;<br>Jacinth waves the monk on, ignoring the impatient fidgeting of sailors eager to disembark. She will <em>not</em> be rushed in her duty, especially when her roster is very nearly complete. Of the remaining hopefuls in line, it is the sight of another woman, one cloaked in veils, who most catches her eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 04:45:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z413/Countdown0/MonkDampD_zpsab5fc6c5.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Irader<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Line to Board the Ship <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Jacinth<br><br><hr><br>Irader bowed slightly once again, though his eyes never left the young Priestess for a moment. "As you wish," he said, still keeping his tone level and his face free of any definitive expression. "My name is Irader." He easily walked up the plank, getting onto the ship and looking around. He wanted to make sure he knew his way around the ship. While he hadn't ever spent a great deal at sea, he knew that being boarded was a chance, and knowing his way around the ship would be crucial if they were going to enter combat at all.<br><br>Irader began to explore the ship, comitting it to memory as best as he could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ershin</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 02:50:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/gloombladeb.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Tian'amara Lea <br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Jacinth <br><hr><br>As the crimson veiled woman finally ascended to the great vessel of Umberlee, she stopped before the Cleric of the Bitch Queen who had been conducting the interviews for prospective mercenaries to accompany the ship for some time now.<br>"Good day, priestess of seas and storms, " she addressed the woman, bowing a little as a sign of respect to the representative of the goddess whose church laid claim to the mighty ship, "I have come to offer my services to you, that I may be permitted to travel the seas if only for a time. You shall find with me steel that will answer your call and sorcery enough to enhance your crew and flay your enemies' minds and bodies alike should we be attacked on the voyage or at its destination."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 15:15:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacinth of the Waves<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp;Lea<br>&nbsp;<br><hr>&nbsp;<br>Though it is hard to judge much of the woman before her beneath all her veils,&nbsp;Lea's introduction is one that brings something like a tiny smile to Jacinth's lips. Lea, it seems, does not lack for respect and self-confidence, qualities that the priestess can appreciate. The woman is a mystery, but then again, so are all of her new hires, in one way or another. And should any of them not prove their worth, they will find their way to the sea's bottom soon enough.<br>&nbsp;<br>Jacinth ushers Lea forward. "You speak well of yourself, and the Bitch Queen admires strength in her servants. Board then, and show your worth; but, first, a name for how you are to be called?"<br>&nbsp;<br>***<br>&nbsp;<br>As the last of the crew boards, Jacinth gives the signal to a sailor, the gangplank and anchor are hauled up, and shouts and bells ring out across the decks as the ship finally disembarks, leaving the harbor behind. &nbsp;Although the sailors give the priestess a wide berth out of respect, it's quickly obvious that she's in their way, and Jacinth retreats below decks.<br>&nbsp;<br>A message is delivered to the recruited mercenaries (via a handful of cabin boys, now looking a bit weary from their errands) to meet the priestess in the ship's mess hall in a quarter hour's time for their debriefing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 15:24:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ithir Severine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ship, Ithir's Quarters, Ship's Mess Hall<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone, Jacinth<br><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br><br><hr><br>The tiefling's reverie is interrupted by a shaky-handed, nervous cabin boy who knocks timidly before entering.&nbsp; The mage looks up from his hammock, his dark eyes half-lidded.&nbsp; His features are unobfuscated and the boy flinches at the sight of the corrupt-blooded man before him.&nbsp; He stammers out his message before turning on his heels and sprinting back down the narrow hallway, suddenly quite attentive to the other duties he should be performing.&nbsp; The mage rolls his eyes and stumbles out of his bed, pausing for just a moment to retrieve his cowled cloak.&nbsp; He pulls the cowl up as he heads towards the mess hall, to see what his employer had in store for them on this maiden voyage.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ershin</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 01:53:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/gloombladeb.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Tian'amara Lea <br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Jacinth <br><hr><br>"My goodness, how rude of me," Lea replied, "My given name is Tian'amara Lea of Mulhorand, but while I am in your service you may refer to me as you like. You have my thanks, o priestess, for accepting me onto the Queen of the Sea's property."<br>With that, the scarlet arcanist departed from Jacinth's company, led by one of the cabin boys to the room where she would be spending much of her time for a great unknown passage of days, weeks or months. The length of the voyage would be irrelevant, of course, so long as she kept moving. She didn't have long to examine it for potential hazards, of course, as she was soon summoned to the mess hall by the same cabin boy who brought her here. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 16:05:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacinth of the Waves<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br><strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp;Everyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr>&nbsp;<br>"You shall have opportunities aplenty to serve, Lea of Mulhorand. And be thankful only to the Bitch Queen for allowing you to sail Her seas," Jacinth replies as Lea boards. A pair of midshipmen exchange dubious looks at the fervor of the priestess' speech, but they know better than to mock any clergy aloud, especially a priestess of Umberlee aboard ship.<br>&nbsp;<br>***<br>&nbsp;<br>Later, below decks, Jacinth waits for the appointed mercenary crew to join her in the mess hall. A sea chart occupies part of the table before her, its corners held flat by a few shells, a compass, and a spyglass. She nibbles at bread left on the table by one of the ship's cook's boys and mentally rehearses her speech.<br>&nbsp;<br>For now, the priestess is completely alone, except for the sounds and rocking of the ship.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ershin</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 01:26:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/gloombladeb.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Tian'amara Lea <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Jacinth (Everyone)<br><hr>Lea arrived in the hall behind the boy who had been sent to summon her, his tiredness from a hard day's work seemed to be showing on his young body as his shoulders drooped and eyes lidded slightly. Still, she had needed a guide as she was still unfamiliar with the layout of the ship, who better to use than the messanger. <br>"That will be all boy," the Mulhorandi says as she pats his shoulder, "now be off, I'm sure there's someone who can keep your idle hands busy."<br><br>"Priestess," she continued as she walked towards the table at which Jacinth was chewing on a little bread, some of her crimson clothing trailing along the floor of the wooden vessel, gathering its dust, "I hope I have not arrived too early and interrupted your preparations. I came as quickly as my escort could guide me after receiving your summons."<br>The woman decided not to take a seat until her current employer, or possibly their representative, would deign it so. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 08:27:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Irader<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Line to Board the Ship <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Irader had been sitting on the edge of the ship, facing out twoards the ocean, when a younger man approached, interrupting his thought. The Monk listened quietly as the cabin boy gave him a message about meeting with the Priestess who was, apparently, leading this expedition, along with the other mercenaries she had approved of, in the mess hall. While the boy spoke, Irader pondered on the many ways he knew of to kill the boy. After having spent so long training in various ways of killing a person with only his hands, such thoughts were almost second nature to Irader now. He just nodded in silence when the boy finished talking, standing up and staring at him. After a few moments of obvious discomfort, the cabin boy turned and led Irader down into the mess hall.<br><br>The Monk arrived, bowing when he arrived at the doorway into the room. Then he walked into the room itself, looking around and taking not of everyone who was inside. Just the Priestess and another woman, at that point in time. Irader found himself a seat, and relaxed without a word, waiting for this 'meeting' to begin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 12:28:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ithir Severine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ship's Mess Hall<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br><br><hr><br>The cowled mage steps quietly into the mess hall, his dark eyes scanning the trio of faces that awaited.&nbsp; He nods demurely before taking his own seat near the doorway, his plain robes marking him as either a mage or a beggar.&nbsp; As they wait, he produces a small, worn book from his side satchel and begins to read, glancing up should any one address him directly but otherwise absorbed in his own world.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ambrosial</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 19:32:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacinth of the Waves<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ship's Mess<br><strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp;Everyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"You are not, Lea," Jacinth nods in greeting to the Mulhorandi woman, looking up from her seat charts. "I thank you for your promptness. Sit where you will, and when the others arrive, I will introduce our mission." The lamp above the table sways with the rocking of the ship, casting a pattern of light and shadow in the mess hall, and it is not long before those rays illuminate the two remaining members of the party.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Good, you have all arrived. Come, sit," Jacinth gestures to the empty chairs across the table from her as she stands. Even the close ceilings of the cabin loom far over her head, but the priestess does not seem to let her height affect her sense of authority.<br>&nbsp;<br>"First, to introduce myself. I am Jacinth of the Waves, servant of Umberlee, as you know. You may call me 'priestess;' it is title enough." Jacinth points out a small island - a tiny speck of ink, really - on the map. It is to the northwest of Baldur's Gate, far removed from nearby landmasses of any significant size. It has no name that is marked.<br>&nbsp;<br>"This isle is our destination, and it might take some tendays to reach. You have been hired to perform a great service for the Bitch Queen, as there is a prize we seek on that wee island." If there is more to be said of the ship's goal, the priestess does not reveal it; instead she simply smiles slyly. "If you would prefer not to honor your agreement to serve, you may leave the ship at any time. The seas will welcome you."<br>&nbsp;<br>Jacinth raises a delicate brow. "Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage: The Blessing of Umberlee (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 14:24:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ithir Severine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ship's Mess Hall<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Jacinth<br><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br><br><hr><br>The robed mage listened in silence as the priestess went over their objective and pointed out the small island. Like many that sat far off the coastline of Faerun, the island was unnamed and otherwise indistinguishable from its brethren.&nbsp; He furrowed his brow and studied the map intently, trying to recall what sort of lore might be surrounding such a inconspicuous island.&nbsp; There must have been something out there that was worth finding if it called to the Bitch Queen and her chosen servants to commission a ship to fetch it.&nbsp; <br><br>He glanced up at the priestess and nodded demurely, his small book returned to its proper place in his side satchel.&nbsp; His eyes darted to each of his newfound companions before once again settling on Jacinth.<br><br>"I am Ithir Severine, a mage of some reputation.&nbsp; I have no questions save for one; what use do I have on this mission?"
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