Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC
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				Title: <strong>Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 23:12:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/Places%20art/backdrop_BU-003-Pirate-Town-1.jpg)</div> <br><br><div class="floatleft"><strong>Location:</strong> Esum city.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Dawn</div> <br>As the dawn rose upon the small seaside city, the sun's rays started to beat down upon a magnificent ship at port. It was called <em>The Rising Sun</em> as was clearly painted upon it's side in gold letters for all to see. She had been at port in this town for nearly a week. Enough time to drive her captain to a irritated state of unease. The Rising Sun was a pirate ship after all, and her crew pirates, and although this city seemed pirate friendly, that didn't mean some traveler wouldn't go inform somebody somewhere else. But alas, such could not be help. The ship had been badly damaged coming into port, with missing crew members too. It took time for the repairs to be done properly, not only that, but gather supplies for her coming voyage. A long voyage this would be too. With hope, they could stop a couple more places before reaching the no-man's land to north. However, it was still best to stock up where they knew the people were friendly. <br><br>The city of Esum wasn't a whole lot to look at, but it was a sailor's town, that was for sure. Little shops, taverns, and businesses lined up near the water's edge. Quiet remarkably it didn't flood, at least not very often. It was a Centos city which made it business catering to sailors of all kinds, legal and not. The goods were grand and plentiful here, a large variety too. If you wanted it, it could probably be found here, for the right price that is. Yet all in all, there is something rather homely and small-townish about the city. <br><br>Still though, un-approving whispers cycled through the city's men about that woman captain. Such was unheard of, to have a woman as the captain of a ship, any ship. That just made things more interesting for the Captain of the Rising Sun. <br><br>The ship sat at port in all her glory. The details upon her showing clearly. Yesterday repairs had been finished and supplies had been stocked. She was due to set sail against the great blue this very morning... <br><br><div align="center">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/Places%20art/backdrop_BU-005-Pirate-Town-3.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 23:15:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Deck - Captain's cabin - Deck <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xanthe (directly), NPCs (directly), rest of the PC crew (indirectly), open.<br><br><hr> <br><br>As the sun rose the captain sat on deck at the stern of the ship. A chair pulled up to the edge, her booted feet propped up upon the railing, her hat tilted slightly back. Today was the day they officially sat sail on their voyage. Though only herself and Xanthe knew the true nature of where they were going as of now, she would break it to her crew before pulling anchor. Anybody who didn't want to come, wouldn't be made. They could stay here. But she trusted in her crew's loyalty. Though the new recruits would be interesting to watch. <br><br>As the sun's rays began to shine down and light more clearly, she stood to her feet. She walked over to the ship's wheel and looked up at one of the watchmen up high. "Yo!" She called to get his attention. "Start readying the ship to set sail. Also, raise the colors to remind others of our departure." The man gave a nod and an, "aye captain!", before stringing about to do his duties. Amadaiya waited and watched as the flag was raised, a signal that they would be departing soon and anybody not on the ship, better get on the ship. Satisfied, she turned and headed below deck.<br><br>Quietly she creeped into her own quarters and over to her bed. She smiled down at what she saw there, Xanthe, still resting peacefully. Amadaiya gave her First Mate a nudge and said quietly to her. "Time to awaken, I need you on deck." Then kissed the woman softly upon her cheek before turning and leaving once more. Amadaiya was satisfied that Xanthe would come to and be out soon enough. <br><br>She headed back up top to the wheel, where she leaned over the railing and simply watched her crew come to and do his and her work. This would be a interesting journey, that much was for certain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 23:57:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/1017271_341292399333567_75483278_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> Amara Smite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><hr> <br><br><br>Amara's eyes shot open as she heard the voice of her captain, then slowly closed again as she continued to listen. They were about to set sail, Amara was content with that, she wasn't really into the dry land scene she preferred the ship, no unexpected surprises for her. As the surgeon though starting sail wasn't something she needed to worry about, not unless going ashore was dangerous now too. She laughed at the thought, of course it was, that's why she preferred not to go, things on the ocean were predictable. Things off the sea weren't, not so much.<br><br>Amara slowly rocked her hammock back and forth with a booted foot, she always slept in a pair of pants and her boots, weapons of course weren't far away and shirt was usually optional. Yes it was a mixed sex crew, but as many people as have seen her nude in her life she didn't care if a few more saw her topless, besides that, what would they do about it? Refuse the health, Amadaiya wouldn't go for that, and it wasn't like she walked around that way. She just preferred to sleep in such comforts.<br><br>It was time to get up however, as much as she disliked the idea. It was true that her services may not yet be needed, but soon enough the ship would be a mad house. She'd never get any rest then. She swung out of her hammock her boots making a loud thud as they hit the wood planks below her. She wasn't a small lass, with all she had been through in her life beefing up was essential. She grabbed a fresh shirt from under her sleeping area and put it on as she began to hear footsteps overhead, more than just the captain was out and about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 01:43:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard, below decks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara Smite<br><hr> <br>There wasn't much to do The Haas wasn't the most sociable of characters,not the kind to be seen sitting in bars, offering coin to women for intercourse, drinking their hard-earned cash away with drink and gambling. He was, well, more thrifty in his spending, having all that he needed aboard the ship, not needing much else. Alu was content to ignore and be ignored by everything and anything outside of the craft that he was currently on. His family was gone. He honored their memories, but he didn't miss them all that much. He had a friend aboard this ship, had been here since he had joined, as she had been aboard for longer than he had, and she had helped him get around to knowing the ropes, how to deal with the constant rocking that, more often than not, made one sick to the stomach. All on his own, he learned that Haas were not immune, as he had once thought, to sea-sickness. <br><br>Right now, he was sitting, cross-legged, in the sleeping deck. He had refused his own hammock, never have acquiring a taste for the things, preferring, after the way of his people, to sleep on the ground. He had grown used to the rocking of the ship, having allowed it to be almost soothing to him, and he had woken up early, not wanting to climb up to the top deck, just yet. He had prepared the morning repast, something nice too, and had come back down, where there was a relative quiet, closed his eyes, and relaxed. Not quite sleep, but not quite awake either.<br><br>He remained in this position through the ruckus happening on the top deck, the call of the captain, and the beginnings of eating and working by the crew. What did draw him out of his concentration was a thud on his own deck, nearby, his eyes flickering open, although the rest of his body remained completely motionless. He smiled thinly as he watched her lithe body move, his eyes following her unabashedly, not caring if she saw him, or where his eyes wandered. Once she was covered, he pushed himself to his feet lightly, and spoke.<br><br>"Good morning to you, Amara. Do you usually sleep shirtless?" He said, not realizing how blunt his question was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 03:39:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> Amara Smite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya Élathrasur, open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara smirked upon hearing Alumaya's question, he was quite direct about it, and had she been a lady he would have gotten himself slapped. Of course, had she been a lady he wouldn't have had the chance because she probably wouldn't be shirtless when she slept, so in realty the situation was quite normal. Though for his character, it was still a strange question. He was quite a gentlemen, at least as pirates went. Not that she had anything to compare him to, but much of the other crew was on land, drinking, gambling, and doing who knew how many wenches in their stay. He didn't, could have been her company, but she highly doubted it. When she slept she slept like the dead, and when she was tired nothing would dare disturb her. She was the surgeon of the ship after all, she knew just where to cut and how deep to silence someone for the rest of time.<br><br>"The ladies do need air on occasion."<br><br>She rested her elbow on her knee as she looked at him, the smirk still on her face. She had thought he was asleep, so the fact that he even knew that staggered her. Rather made her curious as to how many other nights he was sleeping... When he really wasn't. It didn't bother her however, it's not like she had anything to hide. She'd seen every member of the crew including the captain with their shirts off, and many with no pants. That was part of her job, fixing up the foolish.<br><br>"If it makes you feel more comfortable, you can start sleeping without pants, we'll call it square." Amara winked at him as she lowered her boot from the box and stood up before putting on her belt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 05:34:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest (Screw you, I sleep there!) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (Cap'n)<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>Dalen's emerald eyes peered out of the ocean watching the waves for danger and the horizon for hazards, he had built a collapsible lean-to shelter that was closed at this time so that all could be observed. The greataxe that was his weapon of choice was sunken into the main mast that his home was built around.&nbsp; After the gunpowder incident he had decidedly lived in the crows nest.&nbsp; One of the old crewbabies had called him short-- directly to his face.&nbsp; With a crippling blow that rendered the moronic man incapable of bearing children Dalen had smashed him with a powder keg.&nbsp; To finish the job he dragged the man to the bowsprit and with a roar of anger dangled him overboard.&nbsp; The small brute being ever fond of tobacco&nbsp; tipped his cherry onto the near-dead sod and after allowing him to burn to death dropped him to the sea.&nbsp; Nobody called Dalen short save the Captain, whom he respected, and occasionally the first mate who he knew to be jesting, or at least so he thought.<br>"Oi, Cap'n all's clear and the fish are lively!" The halfling bellowed in a surprisingly strong baritone voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 22:10:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard, below decks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara Smite<br><hr> <br>With her smirk, Alu realized, abashed, that he might have worded his question to be something a bit more refined. He didn't want her thinking that he had been giving her breasts the attention that they elicited, in fact, deserved, even though he had given them a very approving glance before he had covered them. Other women might have been offended, Amara, he knew, or rather, hoped, would not take light offense at his words, and thus, so long as he worded them as politely as possible, and only blurted out insensitive questions like that once in a while, she would not group him in along with the rest of the insensitive brutes in her mind.<br><br>He tilted his head, and nodded," I agree. They should be aired more often," He smiled, fingering the chakram around his neck thoughtfully, his eyes glazing over in thought. He snapped out of it quickly and fell back to his seat, testing the edge of the weapon with his thumb," I am not comfortable without my pants in a room filled with other men," He said, with a naive honesty," However, I do not disapprove of you sleeping shirtless. In fact..." No, that was a bit too bold, and he shook his head. Suddenly he stood again.<br><br>"Well, I hope you had a pleasant rest, my friend. And you had better rush. I made something special for breakfast this morning, and I have a feeling that some of the men will not think of their comrades when heaping their platters."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 22:48:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> Amara Smite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya Élathrasur, open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara stopped buckling her belt as she listened to Alu speak, she had been around enough men in her life, topless that she could tell quiet easily he was tripping over his words, looking for the right things to say. He was still a gentlemen, even if his mind did wander down that path on occasion. That she would not hold against him, even if his thoughts were in her direction. He would be a pleasant change in atmosphere, but she wasn't about to tell him that.<br><br>It wasn't that she felt he had no right to know, she had no issues with being straight forward with people, especially Alu, it was just with how he was with her. Careful with his words, she tried to do the same. She didn't dig into his past, so she knew little about it, just things she had overheard, or moments in which he may have mumbled half asleep.<br><br>Amara started to respond to his comment about her breasts needing air more often then stopped, smirking at the two comments that followed, she could easily read between the lines, but Alu wasn't making that a necessity, he was quite straight forward in fact, it allowed for them to have a better friendship. She thought back to an earlier suspension, "how many times was he not sleeping? Awake, watching her sleep, or watching her just drifting off... Or even just waking up."<br><br>If she spoke with him on the subject long enough she could probably learn he knew more about her chest than she did. The thought she found humorous but not unbelievable, not after this conversation. She nodded when he mentioned her sleep. The ship was soothing for her and allowed her a good solid rest, no matter what went on she could sleep like the dead.<br><br>As he mentioned breakfast she pulled a bandana off her wrist and wrapped it around her hair, pulling it behind her shoulders, "many of them don't, but I don't worry about to much, a few of them have already played that dangerous game with me, and lost."<br><br>Amara didn't need her sword to be ruthless, she found other ways of getting her point across, she hadn't done but one or two on this ship however. She grabbed her sword from behind her hammock strapping it around her waist before tying her knife around her upper arm, before heading out walking slowly as she spoke to Alu.<br><br>"I would assume you'll be joining the mean, unless maybe it's poisoned?" She smirked knowing better, he was quite well at what he did, best cook she'd met yet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 00:54:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Approaching the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Whoever catches him<br><hr><br>Shit! Deshco muttered under his breath as he peered around the building. There were guards stationed around the port, and the ship he wanted to board was preparing to leave. It didn't help that he had pissed off one of the local merchants the night prior by winning all his gold, and now he was being hunted down. Before that, he had heard of the Rising Sun, of her female captain and mixed crew. Everything he heard, meant to sound discouraging and as a put-down to the captain and crew, was enough to make him want on the ship to get away from the main land. He had been born continents away, and his first journey on the sea still lingered with him. <br><br>Now, he had to get through guards and get to the ship's captain. That should have been the easy part. He started to walk around the corner, pulling up his cowl and his cloak hood, before a sword point poked into his back. "Where do you think you're going, thief?" came a gruff voice behind him. He closed his eyes and turned slowly, flexing his hands in preparation to flick out his Tier Dran and draw his falchion. For the last time, I am no... he didn't get to finish his defense before the guard lunged at him. Deshco had just enough time to knock the blade back with his vambrace, flicking his wrist to spring open his Tier Dran and slam his palm into the man's chest. The action sent his blade into the man's heart, and the jerking out of the blade ensured he was dead before he hit the ground. Another movement of his hand and the blade retracted along his forearm, and he moved quickly before anyone could see what had happened.<br><br>Deshco managed to get into a small group of people walking towards the docks, dodging a couple of guards who ran past to see what the commotion was about behind him. Gently pushing through the crowd, he started to pick up his speed, before a guard caught sight of him. Shit, shit shit shit! he exclaimed before sprinting towards the edge of the dock. An arrow shot past, and he jumped for the water after getting some height on some stacked crates. His dive was flawless, and he knifed under the water. He swam for the belly of the ship, surfacing just as his lungs started to burn for air. He looked around, pulling down his cowl so he could breathe better, and moved to remain out of sight. He swam around the ship until he found the anchor rope, then started to climb slowly up until he came to the siding of the ship. He pulled out his climbing spikes, and hooked onto the wood of the ship while he watched, trying to find the captain, or someone who looked like they were in charge.
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				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 22:51:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard, below decks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara Smite<br><hr> <br><br>He nodded, chuckling at her selection of comments, one concerning the fact that men hadn't left food for her, and had ended up ruing it, and the fact that he might have poisoned the meat. He tilted his head, taking these comments for how they meant them, not for how he might be understood to take them. <br><br>"Well, I assume yes, Amara, men around here hold you in no low regard, None of them, since you are the surgeon of ship as well as a hardy fighter of your own merit. However," He said, standing and making for the stairway up to the top deck," The want of food, and the fact that some of them are still recovering from their last night of fun on land might end up with some of them forgetting their fear, until it might be too late."<br><br>"As for me poisoning the food..." He shook his head as they scaled teh ladder up to the top deck," I was the first to eat, before leaving it out for the rest of the crew, so if it is poisoned, you will be the first I will tell when it starts taking effect," He grinned and pulled himself up into the top deck, breathing the fresh air heartily," You are the surgeon, after all."<br><br>Then his eyes flickered over to something on the side of the ship, and as Amara came up behind him, he tugged at her sleeve and indicated the hook to be seen on the side of the ship, and the subtle black bump looking like a hood coming up the side," What an odd barnacle ot be found on the side of the ship, wouldn't you say, friend of mine?" He asked with a chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 23:50:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> Amara Smite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck - on deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya Élathrasur, Deshco Corran, open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara smiles as she watched Alu make his way up the ladder, following not far behind him, he was quite difficult to read at time, so serious one moment so fully of jolly jokes the next. Just this morning he was making comments about her breasts, and she knew he couldn't be serious about that, could he? She shook it off as she listened to him, he was amusing even when he didn't wish to be. Sometimes it seemed as if they were playing a game of cat and mouse. One day she knew however she'd wake up to find out that she had been the mouse all along not him.<br><br>She couldn't really say how she felt on that idea, either one could prove to be very interesting indeed. She trusted Alu, she couldn't say that about very many men since her father was killed by the first pirates who enslaved her, but things had changed for her. She was free, a pirate by choice, a surgeon, with her closest and perhaps only friend being the ship's cook. It was strange how the world changed, she was snapped from her thoughts as Alu took a hold of her shirt, for a moment uncertain of what to make of it until he pointed towards the side of the ship. Amara smirks as they walk towards the object.<br><br>"Now I'm sure we've been at ocean to long, no man alive would be dumb enough to stowaway on a pirate ship, and with our colors hoisted, hard to say we're not pirates."<br><br>She winks at Alu as she kneels down in front of Deshco, <br><br>"So this has just got to be the salty sea air getting to us."<br><br>Amara swiftly jerks Deshco's hood from his head and shakes her own as she laughs getting back to her feet as she speaks looking at Alu.<br><br>"Or, maybe fools do still exist."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 03:57:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest --&gt; Deck <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara, Alumaya, Descho, Captain<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>The nepharian rager was still watching around when Descho initially climbed aboard and so pulled his axe and silently swept down the ropes.&nbsp; With the insane subtlety instilled by his blood he was quick and nimble as he touched a sail and immediately hooked onto another set of rigging.&nbsp; His verdant eyes burned with fury as he prepared to cut loose the battle rage taught him by his adopted family. He landed behind the hooded figure with grace and poise, along with a most deadly silence of one so light and small.&nbsp; He gripped his over sized ax in eagerness of the coming bloodshed.&nbsp; He padded a little closer awaiting a signal to let loose the most feral of beasts on the ship, himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 04:45:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper deck (by wheel), lower deck (side/stowaway's position)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All.<br><br><hr> <br><br>"Very good, Toesmasher." Amadaiya replied to the small but furious little navigator. Curious little fellow he was, though a bit over aggressive for her tastes. But he got his jobs done and he was handy to have around. Especially given he could fit places others couldn't. So she put up with his antics, and looked at his personally with a sense of humor. It was like he had more temper than all the other men put together. Perhaps he was simply compensating for his size. Actually, that was fairly obvious by the way he acted out every time somebody commented about it, she was fairly certain he was. She let out a light humored sigh. <br><br>Hearing commotion from the town, she walked over to the edge and raised an eyebrow at what she saw. A figure running. Guards chasing. It didn't phase her. As long as it wasn't one of her people, she didn't care. She turned away from the scene and walked away to look over and monitor her crew's final preparations. Things seemed to be in order, she would give the order to pull anchor soon. For now though, she simply quietly oversaw the work. <br><br>She was watching the crew begin to ready the sails for quick release when the commotion moved to her own ship. Hearing something, she turned to see the Cook and Surgeon approach somebody who didn't quite fit. She twitched ever so slightly and tucked her hands behind her back as she watched the Furious Midget leap from his nest. "Back to what you were doing." She calmly yet firmly ordered a few crew around her whom had dropped their jobs to look. They obeyed, for the most part. <br><br>Hands still tucked behind her back, she began a steady and calm march across the deck until she stood just in front of the man. "I do not take kindly to people sneaking upon my ship. So give me one reason why I should not either let Toesmasher rip you to bits, or perhaps turn you over to the guards for a sweet reward." Her voice was stern, commanding, threatening, yet very calm. Hands still behind her back, she simply raised an eyebrow questioningly at the stranger and gave a look that said it all; '<em>I shall not hesitate to kill you.</em>'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 11:07:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Approaching the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Whoever catches him<br><hr><br><em>Well, this day couldn't get worse...</em> Deshco thought as his hood was thrown back. He gave a surge of strength and pulled himself up and over the rail, landing on the deck with his hands open to show he was functionally unarmed, save for the climbing spikes wrapped around his palms. At least, it would appear that way. However, the other Haas-Filoth on board would know no Haas-Filoth was ever unarmed. I'm Deshco Corran. I've traveled far from my native lands, and am looking for honest work on your ship. As for the unusual approach to your vessel, Captain. I was wrongly accused of a crime I did not commit, and took a life in fair self-defense. Now, I seek refuge from the guards, who are sure to be here soon.<br><br>Deshco's voice was calm, level, and his gaze, leveled solely on the captain, matched hers. His own look answered her challenge. If anyone moved towards him in aggression, they'd be met with equal measure. I wish to offer my Tier Dran to the Rising Sun, and follow her wherever the seas take her. You'll find none other save the other Haas-Filoth that will follow you more surely, Captain. All I ask in return is to be taken from this land on your ship when she departs. Deshco said. He allowed his gaze to flick to the other Haas-Filoth on deck, looking to him to vouch for his oath. After all, a nomad did not offer themselves freely, for a debt was a chain that could imprison a free spirit. <br><br>It was at this point his gaze looked to the halfling he heard drop behind him, then to the surgeon, then back to the captain as he awaited her word. He shrugged a bit so his cloak would fall to the back of his shoulders, then rested his hands on his belt, a curved sword on his left hip, and an odd dagger on his right. There were several throwing daggers in sheathes along his long torso. The tanned male stood a fair 6'6", and now that his hood was back, his shoulder length black hair was revealed. There was a faint scar skipping over his left eye, but the bright blue orb was not damaged. He wore a leather glove with metal plates over his knuckles and back of his fingers on his left hand, and a fingerless glove on his right. two mismatched vambraces covered his forearms, and a banded leather and metal chestplate protected his torso. He wore soft leather boots, and leather and steel greaves on his shins. Any other armor or arms he might be carrying were concealed under his cloak. He tried to appear as non-threatening as possible, and even let a charming smile come to his lips. There was humor in his eyes, despite his situation, though there was no doubt Deshco could hold his own against most of the people on this ship if he had to. His eyes had seen battle, and beneath his tunic and trews, scars told the story of every fight he had been in, every one of them speaking of victory despite impossible odds. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 15:29:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Deck <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara, Alumaya, Descho, Captain<br><br><br><hr><br>The Nepharian looked at the Haas-Filoth with contempt, pretty words and flowing tongues, a silver tongued devil to be sure.&nbsp; While no, Dalen was not overly bright, he was cautious, he knew that this flimsy bastard could probably put up a fight, but his little blades and noodle arms would have a hard time doing much of anything to the world's greatest rager.&nbsp; The scars that raked over his bare chest were a testament to what he could survive, and the fact that his back had literally been broken several times while wrestling his clan mates he had gotten better, stronger, tougher.&nbsp; His rippling sinew was known to stop even blows that would kill someone of lesser physique.<br>"Cap'n, I don't trust the bastard, he reeks of blood and death.&nbsp; I am not thinkin' he is quite worth the hold we could put him in," Dalen hefted his ax, "Let me show ye the color he bleeds."<br>The Nepharian took one step forward, putting his ax within reach but did not swing, he awaited the captains orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 04:40:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard, top deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara Smite, Dalen Toesmasher, Deshco Corran, Amadaiya Solaris<br><hr> <br><br>He narrowed his eyes when he saw his friend reveal who the stowaway was. He had avoided running into people of his own kind for a long time now, purposefully so. He wasn't sure what had been the circumstances involving why he had been found abandoned by a band of gypsies, and he wasn't very sure he wanted to. His biological parents had had nothing at all to do with the raising of him, therefore, in his mind, they were not very much his family at all. And so, he had very little interest in the comings and goings of his own people, much less about their traditions and wordings. But he was interested in what a male of his own kind was doing aboard his new home. He looked at the man very suspiciously, fingering the weapon around his neck. If there was one thing he did know about his people though, was not to believe that the man was unarmed, or not dangerous. Of course, he had tried to stow away on a pirate vessel, full of men and women as tough as he... as well as the particularly bloodthirsty dwarf... or was it orc? That was now brandishing his oversized ax in the face of the intruder.<br><br>And then, when his kinsman spoke, he scowled further, disliking the fact that he had referenced Alu in his speech to the captain. He didn't want to cut his throat and dangle him over the edge for sharks, though, as he was sure Dalen had more than a mind for. He scowled and turned to the Captain," He isn't unarmed, I can tell you that much. And as you well know, I have a very limited knowledge of my people's traditions, and so I have no idea what he is rambling on about. I say lock him up in the brig until we are underway, and then, once out at sea, we can see if he is any use to us. If he isn't, we throw him overboard after a lashing, to feed the sharks. If he is some use... then I see no reason why not to bring him along..."<br><br>He and snapped his head around to Dalen, who was all but frothing at the mouth and chomping at the bit to get at the stranger's throat. He had never really taken to the small man, not liking sense of humor and the way that he took to fighting so eagerly, but just the same he couldn't deny the uses that the tyke had over most of the crew members, as well as himself, and he was far from denying the little man's well earned place on board," I would also recommend you give the dwarf something else to occupy his mind, before he decides to play hide and seek with the stowaway's organs. If we put him in the brig, he is out of the jurisdiction of any and all lawmen on board."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 04:58:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> Amara Smite<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck - on deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Deshco, Dalen, Amadaiyas, open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara watched the man, digging her boot slightly into the dock, to keep from speaking, all this crew had been through together he was no creature to speak against their loyalty. She would not say that however, she would leave beating sense into him to the captain, or Alu. She rather favored the idea of watching him slowly beaten to death by one of his kind, especially the way Alu responded when he was pointed out by the stranger.<br><br>Dalen had the right idea, just kill him now, give the guards the body and be on their way, but she knew that wouldn't happen. If the captain had planned on killing him, he'd be dead, and nothing any of them could say would change her mind if she chose to let him live, so for now. It would be a game of waiting, and trusting the captain knew what she was doing. Just in case however, she knew that none of them would truly lower their guard, not until he proved himself worthy.<br><br>She turned and faced the captain, glancing from Alu to the new arriving stranger then to Dalen, they were ready to settle with blood on deck before they ever set sail. Amara's eyes narrowed as she took a step towards Amadaiyas.<br><br>"We will support your choice no matter what it be cap'n," Amara looked away from the stranger to her captain. "Though I won't mind tending the wounds... After he got a good lashing"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 23:56:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Esum City docks, approaching The Rising Sun<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>The city stank.&nbsp; Or perhaps it was simply the docks that stank.&nbsp; Either way the dark cloaked figure could not wait to leave.&nbsp; It had been two days since she disembarked from the ship that rescued her, though rescue was not the original intent of that crew.&nbsp; Still, she was grateful they'd taken her aboard, the men not thinking to question why their sails suddenly went limp upon spotting her small boat.&nbsp; There were rumors, whispers and disparaging remarks about a ship.&nbsp; The Rising Sun if she remembered correctly.&nbsp; A vessel captained by a woman, though why that was odd she was unsure.&nbsp; Among her own people both women and men served as captain and crew.&nbsp; Still, if the stinking and rude men spoke ill of a ship it might just be what she was looking for.<br><br>Stepping carefully among the filthy cobbles and splintered planking , Narindi's nose wrinkled each time her bare feet slipped on something.&nbsp; Not wanting to know what it was.&nbsp; Pulling the cloak tighter about her in the cool dawn light, she finally made her way to the berth where the Sun was anchored.&nbsp; It was a lovely ship, though nothing at all like the ones of her people.&nbsp; The low, sleek ships made for speed, a battering ram breaking the waves before it shattered a hull.&nbsp; A brief moment of melancholy washed over her, causing her throat to clench which brought with it a wash of pain.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; She would not let it deter her.&nbsp; She learned to sing despite the brand.&nbsp; The spirits of the waters had plans for her, who was she to resist?<br><br>Moving gracefully between crates, men, nets and feral dogs looking for a meal she finally approached.&nbsp; The planking was down, though she was not so rude as to board without permission, stopping where it met the dock.&nbsp; There was a commotion in the city behind her but that did not seem abnormal during her brief stay.&nbsp; There were also voices.&nbsp; Narindi closed her eyes, taking in the melody of the those speaking.&nbsp; They did not seem to overly clash with the song of the sea.&nbsp; Though the song here at the docks was garbled by the trash and dead things, polluted by the people of the city.&nbsp; Opening her eyes with a sad shake of her head she lowered the cowl of her cloak.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oi!&nbsp; I call for the mistress of this ship.”&nbsp; She paused, not quite sure what words to use.&nbsp; The language of this land made little sense to her.&nbsp; It was too sharp.&nbsp; Too...too tied to the land.&nbsp; “I come seeking work.”&nbsp; It was the first time she'd spoken loudly, wincing at the sound of her own voice.&nbsp; Deep and husky with a slight growl to it.&nbsp; Gripping her hands together she resisted the urge to press her fingers to her now exposed throat.&nbsp; The need to trace the cresting wave smashing against the rocks that had been burned into her flesh filling her.&nbsp; It was still tender to the touch, the skin heated, possibly infected.&nbsp; Brown eyes with an odd blue ring searched for any to respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 16:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Deck (side by stowaway)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All except Natindi <br><br><hr> <br><br>Here she was at a dilemma. Throw the bastard off her ship here, or see what use he might be. If he was telling the truth, she wouldn't get much for turning him over. She really didn't have time do such anyway. Her ship was about to disembark soon enough. She didn't know a lot about Haas, only that they were tribal people of the desert. Supposedly going back to both Centos and Trintos, or maybe it was Peronos, one of the elven races. From what she knew, he would be handy if they ran into trouble.<br><br>Ultimately, she decided to take Alu's advice. She nodded her head to her cook then looked at the man standing before them. "For now, you are my prisoner. I haven't the time to decide what to do with you, so you are going to go down to the brig and wait. I suggest you corporate if you wish to not only live, but stay upon my vessel." She was very well spoken for a pirate, though perhaps there was good reason. She looked from Alu to Amara. "One or both of you, take him down. Take his weapons too before locking him in. I'll come see to him later, but make sure somebody watches him. And you..." She turned her attention to the Halfling. "I promise you can kill him later <em>if</em> there is need to do such. But right now, I need your eyes to help guide us. So go back to your post, navigator." She looked back at the stowaway Haas. "I will see you later." With that, she turned on the toes of her boots and walked away heading back for the upper deck. She wanted to get out of the city before anything else went off track. <br><br><div align="center">******</div> <br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/Shirtless-Spain-hetalia-spain-25906801-700-700.jpg)</div> <strong>NPC:</strong> Rennet<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sail pole<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi <br><br><hr> <br><br>Up upon the poles, loosening and readying the sails for quick release was a young peronos male. Approximately 160 years,&nbsp; but that made him little more than 20 years compared to a centos. It was he who noticed the strikingly beautiful woman approach the ship. She wasn't the kind of woman you saw around pirates ships, all in white. Though there was something rough looking about her too. He stood and stared as she approached, perhaps even gwaking a little too. He was a little surprised by her voice when she spoke, but that just made her all the more interesting. <br><br>He was the first to move, he grabbed onto a rope and swung down. Landing neatly in front of her. "Seaman Rennet at your service madam!" He told her with much cheerfulness and gave a big stupid grin. "If it's the captain you seek, follow me." He added without waiting for a response then turned on his toes, leading the woman across the ship, towards the upper deck where the captain was. Rennet was a nice young man, cheerful and excited about his work. Though still very naive for pirate life.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 17:29:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Deck --&gt; Crow's Nest <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open (Captain)<br><br><br><br><br><hr>"Aye Cap'n," The Nepharian said sharply.&nbsp; He looked above his had and reached up with his ax.&nbsp; Looping it over a part of the rigging he utilized the weapon as a ladder and shuffled up it only using his arms.&nbsp; Once he got to the rope he easily flipped on top of it and began dashing upwards towards the sails.&nbsp; He eventually flung himself carelessly into the sky and with a deft swing he caught another rope this time sliding across to a particularly high sail.&nbsp; From this perch he scrambled to the top and ran across a rope that connected back to the main mast.&nbsp; dropping back into his haven of the crow's nest he lifted his telescope and his keen little eyes scanned for trouble.<br>Boats passed this way and that coming to land or disembarking, he could see centos and trithos, even the peranos working together to accomplish a common goal.&nbsp; He looked at the deck as the stowaway was taken below to be settled in the brig and sighed.&nbsp; His face had been perfect for the bowsprit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 01:34:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the dock near the Rising Sun =&gt; Crossing the ship to meet the Captain<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rennet, Amadaiya, Open<br><br><hr><br>Narindi was prepared to wait, captains were busy people.&nbsp; The breeze caught at her dark cloak, revealing the fine if somewhat dingy white dress below.&nbsp; The sounds of the ship preparing to leave was soothing.&nbsp; Even as much as it reminded her of Tantos, of the decks running red with the blood of man and beast, it soothed her.&nbsp; In spite of herself she began to sway with the lapping tide, eyes just starting to drift closed.<br><br>The sudden appearance of a young man made her step back in surprise, heart threatening to leap from her scarred throat.&nbsp; The pale cheeks flushed in embarrassment at being caught off guard.&nbsp; There wasn’t even time for a chastisement, not that she’d be able to give a proper one until she calmed.&nbsp; Though as he turned and led her up the gangplank she realized his build, enthusiasm and even his gait reminded her of the one waiting for her in the depths of the ocean.<br><br>For the moment though she had to push that aside, following silently.&nbsp; Among her kind it was considered ill luck to speak to any but the Captain when first boarding.&nbsp; Within two steps her body adapted to the rise and fall, the gentle sway of the ship.&nbsp; Her fluttering hem revealed bare feet, toes dirty from the days in the city.&nbsp; It was not her ship yet she walked with confidence.&nbsp; Narindi was sure of what she was, even though her abilities weren’t what they once were.&nbsp; But in time they would be, just hopefully it would not be needed too soon.&nbsp; Realizing the Captain might not recognize what she was and a demonstration would be needed she began to hum, attuning herself to the spirits of the area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 18:38:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the docks near the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br><strong>Crack!</strong><br><br>She gasped as her body slumped against the table as she crumbled to the floor. Her fear combined with rage that would take over her one day. She should be used to this type of behaviour but somehow that never seemed to be the case. Every time he hit her she was surprised and even more surprised that she let him. There was a moment when she thought he would stop, but that came after. After he drew blood and she was crying. She realised though that she couldn’t remember the last time she had cried after a night like this. The tears had stopped; replaced with indignation and acceptance.<br><br>That seemed to be the pattern of their relationship. Her husband that she had loved and adored treated her to his blatant display of testosterone fuelled anger and power. She felt powerless and betrayed as it was as if he had changed overnight. The man she had loved had become a mean drunk that beat his wife and left their farm to ruin. Slowly over the past months the resentment had been building and she was caught in the vicious circle of mistrust and fear. She was tired and needed him to be the way he used to be, but all she got when she walked through the streets of the town were sad looks and curious stares. After one of those days things had finally come to a head. She was faced with the reality of her life. She was faced with the debt collectors at her door demanding the deed of the farm as her husband had lost it in a card game, the like of which was never been seen before. She was furious the night he walked in, drunk and dithering about having to tell her something important and that she would have to pack.<br><br>She frowned at him and was rewarded with a drunken scowl, which should have been the trigger but she was too angry that night. When she posed the question she was rewarded with a backhand to the face, followed soon after by another. She stood her ground and glared at him, having had enough of his behaviour. He saw the change and grinned like a loon, hitting her hard enough to send her flying backwards her body hitting the stone fireplace that used to be the hearth of their home. The soup was bubbling in a pot and as he reached for her she reacted on instinct, grabbing the handle, scalding her hands and throwing it at him. He screamed with rage and moved backwards covering his face and eyes as she had aimed pretty well. She knew that she was dead and looked blindly around for something to defend herself with, seeing the kitchen knife, she picked it up. He recovered enough to lunge at her again and she held the knife in front of her at her waist; as he lunged he was impaled on the knife. She cried out as he slumped forward, his full weight sending them both to the floor, covering her in his warm sticky blood.<br><br><hr><br>She was on death row. The town were expecting a hanging and Val was ready to die. She has resigned herself to the fact that her husband was dead and she was destined to die for him as well. He hadn’t beaten her to death but his death had beaten her. So as the dawn rose she was ready to face the hangman. She sat in her cell as her breakfast arrived, bread and a sweet hot drink, which she wasn’t sure of but she wasn’t hungry so she didn’t bother to investigate. She had spent the last month in the cell. Stone walls surrounding her and the only light came in from the street above her through iron bars. Opposite her was a wooden door, made of solid oak and immovable. She had nowhere to go anyway. The debt collectors had confiscated the farm and death seemed a fate better than what she had lived in the last few months.<br><br>So when the key scraped in the lock she stood up, her chains rattling. Leg and hand irons bound her as if she had the strength to escape? She waited patiently as the hooded figure entered the cell, she squinted as she realised that it wasn’t the guard as she was expecting him. He was dressed in dark robes and carried another one. Not that her plain peasant outfit would have stood out anymore so she just watched confused. He indicated for her to be silent as he unlocked her chains and as she rubbed her chafed wrists he handed her the cloak. She slipped it on, putting the hood over her blonde hair. She looked at him, brown eyes searching but too terrified in case they were caught. He took her arm and led her out through the dungeons, knowing that if they were caught they would both be dead. Finally arriving at the tunnels that would lead out to the docks; it was from the rancid smell, the entrance to the sewer system that ran under the city. <br><br><strong>“Follow this to the end; don’t turn off course until you get to the end where you will see an iron ladder leading upwards. Take that and it will bring you out near the docks. Follow the docks and you will find a ship there. Your best chance is to seek passage with it and never return. I can’t buy you any time so you will have to hurry.” </strong> &nbsp;He instructed curtly, speaking for the first time and surprising her. <strong>“Be safe, Milady and remember is you are caught then it was not I that helped you?”</strong><br><br>The 'Milady' was her undoing, no one had called her that for a long time. She looked at him wanting to ask why he was helping her but she knew that there was no time so instead she reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, an impulse and nothing more. <br><br><strong>“Thank you. I will be always grateful.” </strong> &nbsp;She said before disappearing into the tunnels, she hugged the wall tight, making her way as quickly as she could in the darkness, praying that the rats were the only thing she would encounter.<br><br>After what seemed like hours she saw the end of the tunnel; the light catching her off guard as the iron ladder came into view. She pulled herself up, pushing at the circular covering above her head, with a grunt as it required all the strength she had to get it open and haul herself up and over onto the hard stone ground. To her right she saw it; the ship that he had mentioned at the end of the docks and possibly ready to leave. She covered her head and moved quickly through the morning crowd that was gathering, noting that there were soldiers there, she avoided them as best she could, weaving through the crowd; deliberately slowing herself down so that she didn’t appear conspicuous until she reached the pier. There was activity on board the ship and she was unsure if she would even be noticed as she edged closer. The timid mouse of a girl needed to survive and as her teeth worried her bottom lip, she made her decision. She would have to brave the lion’s den in order to live.<br><br>What sealed her fate was the commotion that she heard behind her. She knew instinctively that they were looking for her. She headed brazenly up the gangway as there was nothing left for her in Esum City and if she lost her life aboard this ship then so be it. They were all focused on another stranger and with that in mind she raised her hands in the air and scrambled onboard, knowing that she had already breached the ship’s protocol without asking permission first.<br><br><strong>“Permission to come aboard? I was told that I could seek safe passage on this here ship? I have nothing to offer but my labour. In case you are wondering the soldiers back there are searching for me…”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 19:42:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard, top deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara Smite, Dalen Toesmasher, Deshco Corran, Amadaiya Solaris<br><hr> <br><br>"Captain," Alu nodded, and he smiled brightly to Amara," Would you help me with him, our kind are notoriously good at having something up their sleeve," He chuckled, but he believed his words, never taking his eyes off of the stowaway for an instant. He moved over to the Haas, pulling his sleeves up to make sure there was nothing hidden there, before pulling a rope from his pocket and wrapping it around his wrists, not too tight, but not giving any room for thoughts of escape either. He did a quick and yet thorough search of his kinsman, relieving him of any an all weapons he could find. He was uneasy though. The Haas-Filoth were notoriously good at just about any sort of weapon, as well as disguising those weapons to avoid them from being taken. Like his own Chakram, hanging about his neck like twin necklaces. <br><br>"Once he was finished, he nudged the Haas between his shoulderblades with his fist," Come on then. No trouble. Down belo, nice and easy," He smiled, making his words sound pleasant. The brig wasn't all that bad, if a big small they fed their prisoners, kept them clean to avoid spreading disease between the crew, and thus the man wouldn't be at all bad off inside. He guided them down, and opened the door to the prison for the man to enter," Wait here. I'll bring ye something to eat from the topside."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 20:30:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> Amara Smite<br><strong>Location:</strong> On deck - Brig<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris, Alumaya Élathrasur, Deshco Corran, open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara smirked and winked at Alu, she was learning rather quickly about his kind and having things up their sleeve, still recalling the conversation as she dressed this morning. She watched as Alu started down below and nodded to the captain before following swiftly behind. As they neared the the brig Amara dropped her sword on the table and leaned against it, nodding as Alu then turned to leave to get the stowaway some food.<br><br>"You picked a good day to sneak aboard, not often he makes something special."<br><br>Amara wasn't as amused as she made herself sound as she crossed her arms in front of her watched the prisoner, her eyes narrowing as if studying every aspect of him. Haas were tricky, even though there was a hint of truth to his story, she couldn't be to careful.<br><br>"The way this day's going, think I'd rather be down here with you... So what didn't you do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 09:06:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest (IT’S MINE!) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>Dalen's eyes wandered the sky and then back to the deck, as another would be passenger approached the captain.&nbsp; His body tensed slightly as he hefted the large ax and watched with apprehension.&nbsp; He had done something similar to a bear once.&nbsp; It thought he being as small as he is would be a tasty morsel and so he had climbed a tree.&nbsp; The bear had begun to follow the angry nepherian who proceeded to leap out of the thick boughs.&nbsp; As he passed the great beast (of course most monsters are at his height) Dalen swung his ax and rent the bear's back cleaving fur, fat, muscle and bone as he flew past.&nbsp; Now he was ready to be cliff support for the captain should the need arise.&nbsp; He smiled wickedly at the thought of the crippled and bleeding bear.&nbsp; He had gutted it and brought it back to the clan on a makeshift gurney.&nbsp; They ate well for a few days, and now he was poised to strike at the newest of strangers on his home turf.<br><em>I'm going to taste blood by the end of today,</em> The violent man thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 06:32:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper deck <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natindi<br><br><hr> <br><br>The captain was back on the upped deck, her eyes scanned over a map of the seas of their general area. She was ready to be out, already she was a couple crew short with the addition of a prisoner. <em>'I hope he proves useful...'</em> She thought to herself. Esum was a good choice to stop, but there was something in the air today. If they didn't get out soon, there would be trouble, one way or the other, there would be trouble. She could feel and sense it. It was part of what made her a good leader.&nbsp; Her eyes traveled up to the Halfling, if anything went amiss, he would notice. That gave her some comfort. <br><br>She looked up as she heard Rennet and the woman approach. <em>'Great, now what?'</em> She thought grumbly. The woman was cloaked, and had an air of grace about her. But also a shadow of darkness. Amadaiya raised an eyebrows at Rennet. <br><br>"She wanted to see you, ma'am." He told her. <br><br>Amadaiya sighed. "Fine. Go back to overseeing the final preps. I'll see what she wants." With that the sent Rennet away then turned to the woman. "And what brings you upon my ship?" She asked the woman matter of factly while glancing back down to her map spread upon the barrel top. <br><br><div align="center">******</div> <br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/Shirtless-Spain-hetalia-spain-25906801-700-700.jpg)</div> <strong>NPC:</strong> Rennet<br><strong>Location:</strong> upper deck - loading side. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi, Valarian <br><br><hr><br>The woman was quiet, though it didn't surprise him. Most people in this life had something to hide, a past to leave, trouble which fallows. He was no exception to this. He too kept quiet, knowing better than to try to talk to somebody who didn't want to. Though he kept his perky grin. <br><br>He had led her up to the upper deck, while the captain - seemingly slightly annoyed - had told him she would talk to her and to go do his job. He of course obeyed, but didn't leave before turning towards the woman and give a polite, "goodbye." <br><br>Now back where he was suppose to be, yet another surprise popped up. Another woman, this one blonde and frightened seeming. She didn't have the manners the other woman did, but that didn't bother him. He listened to her words carefully and scratched the back of his head before giving a shrug. "Well, alright. Come away from the edge where they can see you and tell me who sent you." He said with a smile and started to lead her towards the center of the deck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 23:57:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amadaiya<br><br><hr><br>Narindi's odd eyes took in the figure of what she assumed to be the Captain.&nbsp; The rumors had been correct and based on the interaction, the woman was respected by her crew.&nbsp; It boded well.&nbsp; Slightly dipping her head in thanks to her escort, she waited until Rennet stepped away.&nbsp; Unfastening the clasp of her cloak she removed it, folding it carefully over her arm.&nbsp; Her bare arms were pale though not unblemished, faint old scars adding texture.&nbsp; The white of her dress seemed yellowed, impure against the alabaster of her skin.&nbsp; Lifting her head so the still raw brand was quite clear she let the soft humming die away.<br><br>“May the sun rise upon favorable winds, Captain.”&nbsp; Her voice rumbled like distant thunder, deeper and harsher than that of a normal woman.&nbsp; The inflections were strange yet oddly musical.&nbsp; “I am Narindi.&nbsp; As for what I want, I wish to sail.&nbsp; I was born upon the sea and have no use for the land.&nbsp; The currents are in my blood, I have no choice in this desire.&nbsp; I cannot pay for passage, though there is no particular place I wish to travel to.&nbsp; Instead I seek a position among your crew.”&nbsp; She raised a delicate hand to halt any response her palm was not without callouses indicating a life of work.&nbsp; <br><br>“If you do not know of my people, I will gladly explain.&nbsp; I am a Stormsinger of the Chal'di.&nbsp; I can call up the winds to fill your sails or deaden them to leave others stranded.&nbsp; I can churn the waters and swell the tide to see you past difficult coasts.&nbsp; There was a time and will be again when I could bring down the rage of a mighty storm or turn it aside all together.&nbsp; For the moment though, this...”&nbsp; The raised hand was pressed to her chest, just below her neck.&nbsp; “...is still to new.&nbsp; I am still learning to sing such songs once more.&nbsp; My people have punished me with what should be a death sentence, one the seas delay.&nbsp; Until such time, I need a home.”<br><br>Finally she fell silent.&nbsp; Her blue rimmed brown eyes never wavered from the Captain.&nbsp; Despite the difference in height Narindi did not seem to stare down on the other woman.&nbsp; Simply meeting the gaze of an equal.&nbsp; The concept of lying to the Captain never crossed her mind.&nbsp; Her people had little respect for others but there was one thing all followed.&nbsp; One never lied to the captain of a ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 10:57:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> On board the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rennet, open<br><hr><br><br>Valarian boarded the ship with slow deliberate movements unsure of how her brazen introduction might be perceived. She swallowed hard, knowing that she was caught in another death trap but this was more preferable than a hangman’s noose. So instead of letting panic take over, she left she moved in further, her hands still in the air in a submissive gesture that she hoped would glean favour. She was trying desperately to fight of the rising panic. <br><br>Her heart thundered in her chest for she knew that she had nothing to lose and that the people on board may not be as welcoming as she would expect. Her brown eyes, were wide with fear and anticipation of what was to come. She had noted that there was another woman who seemed to have arrived before her and wondered if this was a passenger ship. She had no coin to her name and she would have to offer her labour as payment, though she had no idea what labour one offered on a ship like this one.<br><br>The man spoke to her and she noted his tone, friendly on the onset but there was an underlying something, judgement? She was used to that, living the life she had for so long. She had, had enough bruises and injuries to explain away, but this had nothing to with that anymore. She was here with a purpose and so she moved as instructed further along until she was finally at the centre of the deck. <br><br><strong>“Whom do I speak to about safe passage?”</strong> she asked, knowing that it wasn’t him. While he looked like he was official, he held no authority and she needed to see the Captain <br><br><strong>“May I see the Captain to garner passage to safety?” </strong> &nbsp;She queried again, avoiding his tone all together. She was desperate and desperate times called for desperate measures. She studied the deck noting that while it wasn’t the most opulent ship, it was well looked after and obviously a means to get to where she needed to be and that was far away from there as quickly as possible. She gave him a smile and waited for him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>06-07-2013, 19:42:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest (IT’S MINE!) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br><br><hr>Dalen watched in disbelief as more and more people came aboard the ship.&nbsp; His math as not very good but there were a lot more people he didn't know coming on all at the same time.&nbsp; The newcomers didn't know the rules and couldn't respect what it meant to be on this vessel.&nbsp; He began to pace irritated at the now three extra passengers that had come to stand on the ship he protected.&nbsp; He felt like a chained dog, ready to be set free should the need arise but until then held to his "post" the crow's nest where he watched with growing agitation to the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>09-07-2013, 18:40:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper deck <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natindi<br><br><hr> <br><br>The Captain's eyes raised up from the map as the woman began to speak. The woman's height did not phase the 5'4" centos who was quite used to dealing with people taller than her.&nbsp; The woman interested her though. The pale of her skin and dress and the blue of her eyes made her seem almost like a ghost. Perhaps she was in a way, few women chose this life without good reason and this woman certainly at least had a scar to bare. But when she told Amadaiya her race, it all fell into place. She had heard of stormsingers, though never encountered a true one. Though she had run across a ship of Chal'di before, long ago when she was young. <br><br>She finally stood up straight and took her hands off the map before placing a stone over it to weight it down. She crossed her arms and gave the woman before her a once over before finally making direct eye contact and speaking. "I have heard of the singers of storms but only in rumors and legends. Never had I met one, even when I have see Chal'di. That being said..." She took a pause. It was true that the woman was a ghost in a way. Sentenced to death, yet she still walked. The Captain was not a paranoid woman, but still she considered rather having this woman would bring good luck or bad. She supposed it was worth a try, if it went wrong she could always leave the woman somewhere. "That being said, you have permission to stay aboard my ship for the time being. Though I may ask you to prove your abilities soon enough."<br><br><div align="center">******</div> <br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/Shirtless-Spain-hetalia-spain-25906801-700-700.jpg)</div> <strong>NPC:</strong> Rennet<br><strong>Location:</strong> upper deck - loading side. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valarian, Dalen<br><br><hr><br>The young elf sighed. The captain, the captain. They all wanted to see the captain. He frankly didn't know how she put up with it all. He was just a sail master, in charge of making sure their sails were in working order. He didn't envy her job, though he hated to send two strangers in a row to her. Then again, this happened. Captains of ships had visitors. He thought the captain had the right idea, get things in order and get out of this town. Not that, that meant he was resentful of either woman. Both seemed quite interesting. The one before, elegant and graceful. This one scared and seemingly confused, but pretty. She was running. So many people in this life were running. It didn't occur to him that she might not know what kind of ship she was actually aboard. "The captain is a bit busy, talking with another lady. But, I'll show you where she is." With that he turned and started walking again.<br><br>As he walked under the crow's nest, he looked up and smiled at the Halfling and gave him a wave. Rennet wasn't exactly sure what to make of the little man. But he came in handy. Just had to watch your toes and not make him angry. Rennet wove back through the ship heading to the upper deck. But this time he didn't go up deck, he wasn't going up there again. Less the captain snap at him for not doing his job. "She's up there, the one in the hat speaking to the woman in white. If you need anything else, just let me know." He nodded politely at her and smiled his toothy grin. With hands tucked behind his back, he stood and waited for her to ascend the steps. <br><br><div align="center">******</div> <br><br>In Esum guards scurried and searched about. They had two criminals on the loose. A woman escaping prison and a thief. They wanted them both and were determined to find then. So, they decided to start searching ships of which there were several of in port. It would be a little time before they made it to the one of called the Rising Sun, some of them were a little frightened of it. But nonetheless, it was on their list along with all the others.<br><br><div align="center">******</div> <br><br>Within town there was a darkened man. Cloaked and standing in shadows. He stood in the gap of an alley and eyed the great pirate ship. He had a bone to pick with somebody on board. But he didn't move forward to try and get to the ship. Instead, he watched the scurry of guards and the chaos of the shipyard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 02:09:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amadaiya<br><br><hr><br>For the first time since she'd been branded, Narindi smiled.&nbsp; It was good to have a place on a ship once more.&nbsp; “Thank you, Captain.&nbsp; My skills are at your disposal.&nbsp; As is my loyalty, only the sea has a greater place.&nbsp; No matter the encounter, be they Chal'di or other.”&nbsp; <br><br>If her people had not already branded her for death, they surely would now.&nbsp; Bowing low to the shorter woman, Narindi's hand pressed over her heart.&nbsp; Formally accepting her place among the pirate crew.&nbsp; “It appears the sails are crying to be filled and the anchor yearning to be raised.&nbsp; I shall not take any more of your time.&nbsp; If you require me, I shall be at my place at the fore of the ship, unless you have a task for me, Captain?”&nbsp; <br><br>She longed to explore her new home.&nbsp; To meet the crew.&nbsp; But she knew the signs of a ship soon to sail and such was not a time for idle wandering.&nbsp; No, it would be best to be prepared to serve.&nbsp; Something she was did without desire or passion and yet now she yearned to do.&nbsp; It was strange how the sea continued to change her fate through death.&nbsp; When the Captain made it clear she had no further need for Narindi, the Stormsinger nodded her head and left the Captain to her own devices, heading as she said to the fore of the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 18:29:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest (IT’S MINE!) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open {Narindi}<br><br><br><br><br><hr>In legends of the clans there was mention of women sailors that resided next to the Spirit of the Ship the resided in the bowsprit,&nbsp; These legends say that they were the Strunbriinah The Storm Sisters, shepards of clouds and windsmiths. He had never seen one before, and so looked around to make sure they were clear and then slipped down the ropes with his ax to the next sail.&nbsp; Then he tightrope walked down towards stopping about ten feet above the newcomer's head and observed, listening to the lady in silence.&nbsp; His ax held high on the haft and tight to his body to make it less intimidating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 21:16:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard, top deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr> <br><br>The smaller, shorter man, if that was the name for his kind, silently and pensively mounted the steps up to the top deck, his mind on the man of his own kind that was no aboard their ship. He had interceded against execution simply for the reason that he knew so little of his own origins, and this Haas might. It was an interesting proposition, he thought, blinking a bit as his eyes quickly adjusted from the dark of the underbelly of their ship to the top deck. And as soon as he was able to see, he scowled and narrowed his eyes as he st aared at the two newcomers on the ship. It couldn't be mere coincidence that on the greatest and potentially most dangerous trip of their lives they were suddenly mobbed by strangers wishing to join.<br><br>"First that Haas below, and now these two," He said in a low voice, privately for his captain to hear," Seems like you get more popular everyday. They've never been trying to get onto the ship like this though. Why didn't they sign up as crew like the rest of them?" He moved in beside her, laughing softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 01:02:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dalen/Open<br><br><hr><br>It felt good to have the weather worn planking of a deck under her feet once more.&nbsp; Most would not notice that there was indeed a difference between the feel of a deck of a ship and the wooden docks.&nbsp; Smiling softly to herself she made her way to the bow of the ship, stepping carefully and quickly out of the way when needed.&nbsp; It was almost a dance, the music something only she could hear.&nbsp; Finding a place that was out of the way at the bow she folded her cloak further, tucking it neatly among some rope.<br><br>Once again the song of the sea called to her, Narindi joining in with her own roughened voice.&nbsp; There were no words, simply inflections of her voice, rising and falling as though mimicking the waves lapping at the hull of the ship.&nbsp; Closing her eyes she began to sway, changing her song just slightly.&nbsp; A whirl of wind rose, lifting the loose strands of her hair and making her flowing white dress twist about her legs.&nbsp; Her smile broadened, head falling back with a deep laugh and ending her song.&nbsp; The wind ceased immediately, dress and hair falling into place.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 21:48:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> On board the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rennet, Captain, open<br><hr><br>She followed quickly behind the sprightly man, making her way towards the stairs ahead. The polished wood glistened in the morning light and she hoped for the best. She smiled at him.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, apologies for sounding abrupt. Guards chasing you would do that to you." </strong> &nbsp;she added before turning to the stairs. He seemed a friendly sort and she needed all the friends she could garner at the moment. One month in a prison cell had taught her not to question what people did and to keep to herself, so friends were a commodity that was expensive. <br><br>She moved slowly, noting that the Captain was talking a woman in white that sang. Her sweet voice filling the air. Valarian hadn't heard that kind of music before, living the sheltered life she had, hiding from people as they tended to look at her with pity and disgrace. She reached the formidable Captain and the woman seemed to move off as she approached.<br><br><strong>"Eh...Excuse me...Captain please may I request safe passage on your ship? I can offer my humble services to earn my keep. Those guards back there will kill me if they find me?"</strong> She asked, hoping that her desperate plea wouldn't go unnoticed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 19:39:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Rigging at the bow <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open {Narindi}<br><br><br><br><br><hr>""Strunbriinah," the words escaped Dalen's lips in awe as he watched her call the wind, he muttered in a long forgotten tongue passed down from the elders to his kin.<br>"Ahlok Kestsestrun, fin loknok rahgol los het," the nepharian spoke softly to her turned back, he suddenly felt relieved.&nbsp; Strunbriinah were sacred to his clan the brought rain to parched fields and warmth on days of harvest.&nbsp; This storm sister looked strange however, she was pink and fleshy not the grey green of the kin. What this meant he knew not.<br>His brow furrowed in concern at her initial reaction, and was again puzzled at the pink fleshy lady, though attractive she was he had never met a Strunbriinah that was not an orc.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 02:09:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dalen/Open<br><br><hr><br>Narindi could feel that itch between her shoulder blades, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end that told her she was being watched.&nbsp; It did not surprise her that she would be.&nbsp; She was new to the ship, surely the crew would be curious if not suspicious.&nbsp; Best to start the voyage off properly.&nbsp; Ensuring her smile was in place she turned, expecting to see someone staring yet finding none. <br><br>Her brow furrowed for a moment before she let her gaze rise, searching the rigging until she found him.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her smile softened as she extended an arm.&nbsp; “Greetings small one. Come child, I will not harm you.&nbsp; Does your mother sail on this ship?”&nbsp; She'd never seen one of Dalen's kind, so it was only natural she assumed the man was a child.&nbsp; Both surprising and gratifying her that these people weren't completely barbaric and actually taught their children from an early age.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 07:03:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Rigging --&gt; Deck <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open {Narindi}<br><br><br><br><br><hr>"Little!" the rager dropped to the deck, the planks weathered and slightly warped as they were offered no complaint to him alighting.&nbsp; He brandished the ax in an almost careless and hazardous fashion.&nbsp; The sea breeze flowed ruffling his flame red mane. His gaze set in a fierce and grim glare that almost dripped with venom.&nbsp; As small as the warrior was he could put up quite the intimidating countenance.&nbsp; He took a single step toward the storm singer seeming to drip hatred and malice.<br>"small one?" he spat, "child! I am Dalen Toesmasher of the Dwiin Sil Brod! I the only one of my blood to be accepted into the hearth.&nbsp; you speak grave insult strunbriinah, watch your words carefully!"<br>His rage only barely contained from her by the reverence beaten into him for all of the sisterhood.&nbsp; He swung the ax in frustration sinking it but a breath from the hem of her dress.&nbsp; The axe didn't crunch into the wood but neatly sliced the planking like scythe through wheat until the haft struck cracking the boards and causing the boat to squeal in complaint beneath her.<br>"It is only in honor of your hallowed existence that you yet breathe, many a person has died for much less," he almost began to rant but instead fell quiet save his heavy, growling breathing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 08:48:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <br><strong>Location:</strong>Below Deck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><hr> <br><br>Aramis smiled as he looked over a few of the items he had gotten in trade for some choice ocean delicacies. There were a few different clay jars of spices that would he knew both cook and crew would enjoy having later on in their voyage when they were far from land and the food was getting a bit boring or rations thin. <br><br>He finished tucking them away in a corner behind some other supplies. He would tell the cook a bit later after putting up a few of the extra bits of fishing gear and new arrows he had also picked up.<br><br>As he was putting these with his other gear he stopped short as he heard softs notes of song drift faintly into the hold. His breath caught, then shook his head to clear it. Aramis thought he had to have imagined it, as it faded almost as quickly as it came. Besides, voices such as that were supposed to be just the stuff of legend and fairy tales...weren't they? <br><br>It did make his mind drift to his father's playing, and to the set of birdpipes that had been given him early on. He hadn't played since the...incident...he hadnt felt the inspiration or motivation.&nbsp; <br><br>Those few notes had stirred his muse, started him recounting of long nights spent listening to whalesong. He had often thought he would make a melody inspired by them and thought perhaps now was high time he actually work on it. It would be a good tribute to the fallen.<br><br>He straightened and headed up towards the deck. "Im sure I Imagined it, but I have to take a look... At any rate I can see what I can do to help us get underway any faster." He muttered as he thought.&lt; I need to feel the pulse of the sea beneath my feet again. Breath her clean air, not this stuffy, pungent, port air any longer.&gt;<br><br>As he stepped into the open air he was slightly startled at the sound of raised voice followed by axe meeting ship. His eyes flased to the point and quickly took in the scene. He <em>knew</em> at the sight of the woman in white she had been the source of the notes. He also knew better than to provoke the "little guy" when he was in a rage, especially when it was regarding mention of his stature so he would just hang back for now. He smirked slightly, though he sympathised with him a little. Not that he would ever admit it, or that he admired the raw power and will to survive he had. "never a dull moment&nbsp; it seems" he said to no one particular as he took in the happenongs on board, as well as the stir of activity in the port.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 10:12:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> The brig<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><hr><br>At least he was safe. For the time being at least. It was disappointing the other Haas-Filoth on board didn't do more to help him prove his credibility, but the thought that the other man hadn't been raised by his tribesmen had not occurred to him. As it stood, he was a prisoner until they hit the open sea, then it would remain up to him to prove himself. Once left to his own, he settled and relaxed, a deceptive posture for one such as he. He may have been stripped of his weapons, but that did not leave him defenseless. He stretched and warmed his muscles slightly, before lounging on the available furnishings, which were too short for his long frame.<br><br>Deshco muttered tunelessly in his native tongue, a song with a slight marching tone to it, common of nomadic people. He was eager to be on his way and far from this town, even if he was in the ship's brig. It was a start, and it was better than being killed for being a "thief". He personally abhorred stealing when he could win his money honestly. Perhaps he shouldn't bet anymore. It seemed to be the bulk of his problems, and accounted for at least a quarter of his scars, each one from disgruntled card-players.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 18:48:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dalen/Open<br><br><hr><br>Narindi was far too shocked by the sudden rage that overtook the child.&nbsp; No, not a child.&nbsp; Though she did not understand what he was, except enraged at her.&nbsp; The slam of the ax into the planking was finally enough to make her move.&nbsp; Backing up with wide eyed fear until her heel caught on the rope bundle where she'd placed her cloak.&nbsp; Falling back into it with a flurry of white fabric.&nbsp; <br><br>“Please!&nbsp; I apologize!&nbsp; I did not know!”&nbsp; She struggled a bit to free herself but each wiggle only caused her to sink deeper.&nbsp; Trapping her before this tiny and mad lunatic.&nbsp; “I've never encountered one of your kind.&nbsp; From a distance I could not tell you were different, were special.&nbsp; No insult was intended, now I see you are not a child.”&nbsp; Irritation joined in with her fearful expression as her knees were almost at her chin and her sinking ceased only because her rear met the planking.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gaze was now level with his if not a bit lower.&nbsp; “Now I see you are a warrior of great might.&nbsp; Only one who was so could strike so cleanly and carefully even when in a rage.&nbsp; I ask if not your forgiveness than at least your understanding for my mistake.”&nbsp; She truly believed her words, having seen far too many sailors with missing toes and fingers because they were not as skilled as they believed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 16:53:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Deck <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open {Narindi}<br><br><br><br><br><hr>The fire maned barbarian's rage subsided slightly, it was not her fault, but his size was always viewed as his greatest weakness. He breathed in deeply and smelt the perfume, the scent of sweat and fear mixed, her words were genuine if not slightly exaggerated.<br>"Ahlok(rise) StrunBriinah, I will not harm you, you are of honor amongst mine kin," His voice was still slightly gruff.<br>He released the ax leaving it embedded in the planking and offered his hand to help her up.&nbsp; His hands were covered in the padding callus of someone very seasoned.&nbsp; He was probably well over her age.&nbsp; Not that she would know but Nepharians have notoriously long life spans and he was considered an adult in their eyes.<br>"You don't know what I am do you?" He asked as he waited for her to grab ahold so he could help her up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 19:03:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dalen/Open<br><br><hr><br>Narindi let out a sigh of relief when it appeared the small man was not intending to pull his axe and reduce her to his own height.&nbsp; His hand was offered and there was a moment of hesitation before she reached out to take it.&nbsp; “Thank you.&nbsp; No, I do not know what you are.&nbsp; My people encountered mostly their kind.”&nbsp; She nodded to the closest Centos.&nbsp; <br><br>Though the fear faded, the frustration did not.&nbsp; She'd managed to wedge herself quite well in the spool of rope.&nbsp; Still, even she had to admit there was a bit of humor in it.&nbsp; “I hope the Captain does not spot me.&nbsp; Will set a poor opinion, being stuck in this.&nbsp; If you could give a firm tug?&nbsp; And not tell anyone?”&nbsp; She smiled sheepishly, hoping no one would know of her first encounter with the rager or at least this part of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 00:41:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <br><strong>Location:</strong>Upper Deck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong>Amadaiya, Open<br><br><br><hr> <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>Aramis shifted his focus from what was happening on board after having noted both the new women on board. <br>His keen eyesight picked out a commotion a few births down from where they were docked. It seemed some of the town guard were attempting to board and search the ship. Something its' Captain seemed to be objecting to at first, but then thought better of it.<br><br>As he observed further he saw that was not the only ship being subjected to such a search. It appeared they might be checking all of the ships currently docked...<br>"Well, well, this could get very interesting, very fast. Best alert the Captain, though not too loudly... I hope I'll have time to fetch my bow before any 'fun' begins"<br><br>&nbsp;He fidgeted briefly with the sword at his hip as he approached the Captain, assuring himself he wasn't entirely unarmed. <br>&nbsp;While not his first weapon of choice, he preferred it to none at all and it was his best top-side weapon for hand to hand fighting.<br><br>&nbsp;He cleared his throat and spoke softly so his voice wouldnt carry on the wind as he reached the Captain.<br>"I beg pardon for interrupting Cap'n, but thought you should be aware the Esum Guard are out with a definite purpose and have started searching the docked&nbsp; ships.<br><br>It doesn't look like they have too many to go before they reach the Rising Sun."<br><br>With that he stepped back to await her instructions how she wanted this development handled. Also to give the captain space to finish the conversation she had been having with the new arrival before his interruption.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 09:28:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest (IT’S MINE!) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br><br><hr>Dalen sighed and tossed her hand aside, he needed no permission.&nbsp; His short arms reached forth and seized her hips.&nbsp; With surprising strength he lifted her out of the spool with ease.&nbsp; Setting her down as a child might gently set aside a favorite rag doll.<br>"You are the child to be true," Dalen said bemused, "but at least you understand, me thinks."<br>He turned away from her and seized the ax, with a single hand he lifted the great blade free of the deck, with a squeak as the wood let go.&nbsp; He rested it over his shoulder and looked at her slightly confused.<br>"Well, get up!" He said sharply but not aggressively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 01:44:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dalen/Open<br><br><hr><br>Narindi’s lips formed a thin line as her hand was pushed away.&nbsp; He offered his hand, which was why she moved to take it.&nbsp; Surprise turned to a barely stifled giggle as she was lifted from the spool and set on the edge.&nbsp; The oddity of it all seeming absurd to her.&nbsp; She was still trying to deal with the fact that there were people who looked like children and yet were strong warriors.&nbsp; <br><br>His chastisement to stand saved her from trying to form a response to being called a child.&nbsp; Rising gracefully to her feet she shook out her dress to remove any dirt or stragglers from the rope.&nbsp; “I am not a child, not in years.&nbsp; In experience among other peoples, I suppose I am.&nbsp; My people tend to avoid others unless they are so foolish as to sail through our...I mean their waters.”&nbsp; Her hand lightly brushed over the inflamed and still scabbed over brand on her throat.&nbsp; “It is difficult to remember I am no longer a part of them.&nbsp; I would think it would be easy, the brand still aches but it has become a part of me.&nbsp; No longer a reminder.”<br><br>Dropping her hand and shaking her head she forced a smile.&nbsp; “That is the past.&nbsp; Perhaps we may start again?&nbsp; I am Narindi, it is my honor to sail with you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 07:55:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Deck --&gt; Rigging <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open {Narindi}<br><br><br><br><br><hr>His emerald eyes watched her carefully, considering in an almost hopeless fashion, trying to formulate the correct response.<br>"Dalen Toesmasher of the Dwiin Sil Brod, Terror of the highlands and warbeast of the sea," Dalen said after a moment's consideration, "The crow's nest is mine home should ya need to find me.&nbsp; remember this day well though, as I do not allow insult to play unanswered, respect the captain and first mate and don't make me have to come for ya, aye?"<br>He again hooked his ax on the rigging and climbed hand over hand til he sat on the rope. Looking around he growled throaty and deep.&nbsp; The guards were only a couple ships away and that could only mean bad news, looking for that haas-filoth without a doubt.&nbsp; That one was going to be trouble of that he was sure,<br>"Be careful StrunBriinah, it appears that the enemy comes."<br>With that he scurried a little further up the rope and poised at a junction, but still relatively close to the beguiling stormsinger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 01:36:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dalen/Open<br><br><hr><br>The forced smile became genuine as the man seemed to accept her attempt to begin again.&nbsp; “It is my great honor.&nbsp; You need not worry after me.&nbsp; I was born on a ship, spent far too long on the sea to make the mistake of not respecting those in command.&nbsp; The captain is the head of the ship and the first mate the heart.&nbsp; Without them we die.”<br><br>Watching as he moved so easily up the rigging she could not help but find it charming.&nbsp; While on land he may be small, on the ship there were none above him.&nbsp; He was the eyes of the ship, without which they'd be blind.&nbsp; An important task, especially among her people.&nbsp; His caution caused her smile to fade quickly.&nbsp; “An enemy?”&nbsp; Noting the direction in which he watched she rose to her toes in an attempt to see as well.&nbsp; The motion fruitless but she had to try.&nbsp; “I shall prepare then.&nbsp; In case the Captain requires we leave quickly.&nbsp; Thank you for the warning.”<br><br>Closing her eyes she once more began to hum, joining, building.&nbsp; Waves began to build out in the harbor as though something churned the waters from below.&nbsp; The wind began to swirl as it was guided by her song, coming from the shore rather than the sea.&nbsp; All was still gentle though, her song building but not yet unleashed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 19:12:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper deck <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Valarian, Aramis <br><br><hr> <br><br>Amadaiya watched the pretty Chal'li wander off. She sighed. Where they were going, they would need her assistance. But she felt a little bad. Even her own crew didn't know the full extinct of the mission aside. They knew they would be traveling to the dangerous north. But the depth in which this would take them, well, she kept that to herself for now. They would all have the option to leave before they got that far, though.<br><br>She thought she heard some sort of crash and looked up to see the Halfling gone from his post. <em>'He better not be aggravating the prisoner.'</em> She thought.<br><br>She turned her glaze to the approaching Cook and listened to his words. She shrugged. "This life attracts a certain kind of person most of the time. We all have our reasons for choosing it. Sometimes it's not even our choosing, we are thrown onto it because we have no other choice." Amadaiya had, had a choice. But the rough life of the seas suited her better than being forced into a marriage she did not want. Even though at the time, she knew not that it was pirates she approached after fleeing her family with her brother's help. She wondered briefly how he was doing.<br><br>She turns around as she heard another approach. The third stranger to board her ship today. A blonde woman. Another runner. She didn't look especially useful to her, but then again, neither did that Char'li at first. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well I certainly can't throw you to the dogs, can I." She grumbled. It was less a question towards the woman and more a statement to her own self. Amadaiya had a soft spot for women in need. Too often was their gender oppressed. If it had been another man, she probably would've thrown him overboard. "What is your name and what skills have you?" She asked the woman. <br><br>She turned to see her head fisherman approach her. At his words she rolled her eyes again and gave a frustrated huff. "Well that doesn't surprise me at all and unfortunately they will find both the things they seek. While I might happily hand over one, the other..." she gave the woman a glance. "the other not so much." She licked the tip of her finger and stuck it up to test the winds. "The winds are low this morning..." She commented. Her eyes looked for Rennet and found him climbing among the sails. One wouldn't think a race of elves from the high woods would be useful on a ship. But because the Paronos' were apt climbers, Rennet was the perfect for that high work. Centos' might fall and break their legs. But Paronos' could cling and jump easily from pole to pole. <strong>"Rennet! Get those sails ready!"</strong> She yelled to the elf. <br><br><strong>"Yes, ma'am!"</strong> He called back cheerfully. <br><br>With that she turned back to Aramis. "Go seek out and meet our newest crew member. She's wearing a white dress. Tell her I may require her talents sooner than expected." She told him then turned back to woman. "I'm still waiting on skills and name. I like to know who my people are." She told her 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 19:42:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Rigging--&gt; Crow's Nest (My Precious)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br><br><hr>As Rennet dashed about preparing the sails the little barbarian too dashed across&nbsp; freeing lines as need be so that the sails could unfurl and allow the ship to depart.&nbsp; Up one line to ride it swinging down&nbsp; to another as the great billowing sails came to life.&nbsp; He had spent much time among the rigging and knew how to anticipate the changes that came with loosing the sails.&nbsp; He nimbly dodged a rope as it snapped taught to swing up another one utilizing his bare feet and free hand to climb the rope quickly and efficaciously.&nbsp; He moved with assured confidence over the wooden beams and taught ropes with an almost uncanny speed.&nbsp; All of this was done on his way back to the crow's nest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 03:08:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Upper Deck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Amadaiya, Narindi<br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;Aramis noted the slight irritation to the captains tone and eye roll as he delivered his message. He didn't blame the response as he was sure his would be about the same. He arched a brow slightly as Amadaiya stated the focuses of the search were apperantly&nbsp; both aboard. &lt;Well&nbsp; now, that definitely explains the sigh. Things just took quite an interesting turn...&gt;<br><br>He nodded to the Captain, "Aye, aye Cap'n. I'll get right to it!" with that he dashed of towards the woman in white.<br><br>&nbsp;As he reached the mysterious woman he heard a low humming and sensed <em>something</em> happening that made his hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, though he got the feeling whatever it was wasn't bad.<br>&nbsp;Aramis cleared his throat as he came up behind her, not wanting to startle her as she seemed in deep concentration. "Um, excuse me Miss. The Captain wished me to inform you there may be trouble we will likely be in need of your services sooner than expected and asks that you be at the ready......I mean no rudeness, as I know appearance ia decieving. but I confess, I am curious what 'services' you have to aid us? Also....was that you a short while ago...the brief bit of singing I heard drift below deck?<br><br>He thought he <em>might</em> have an idea. A small whisper of memory in the back of his mind. But surely it couldn't be....those stories of such ones were simply that...weren't they? <br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 04:05:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship (Upper Deck)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis<br><br><hr><br>Things were changing as she guided the song, subtle harmonics altering the normal strength of the tide and winds.&nbsp; Narindi could feel the open sea calling to her, a siren song that made her wish the Captain would hurry and give the order.&nbsp; The snap of sails being unfurled made her smile, soon, soon they would be away from the stinking docks.&nbsp; The cough behind drew her attentions back to the world of people.&nbsp; She continued to hum a moment more, completing the song so things would continue to build as she'd directed.&nbsp; <br><br>Once again she placed a smile upon her lips before turning.&nbsp; Brown eyes with an odd blue ring met the man before her, having to look upward as opposed to her last encounter.&nbsp; Narindi tilted her head, studying the stranger, he looked different than the Centos she'd encountered.&nbsp; “Thank you.&nbsp; The Captain may rest assured my services are at her beck and call.&nbsp; Already I have begun to call forth the waves and the wind.&nbsp; That is what I do.&nbsp; Sing to the sea and the wind, call upon storms or quell them.&nbsp; I have been called a...witch I believe was the term but that is not correct.&nbsp; Among my people I am called a Stormsinger.&nbsp; Was called a Stormsinger.&nbsp; Now I am dead to them.&nbsp; But that does not answer your question.”&nbsp; <br><br>There was another smile and then a wrinkle of her nose as the changing winds brought the stink of the port to her.&nbsp; “My apologies, I am not fond of the smell of this place.&nbsp; My name is Narindi.&nbsp; As for the singing, it is possible I am the one you heard.&nbsp; Unless there is another who sings on the ship?”&nbsp; She chose her words carefully, not wanting a repeat of her misunderstanding with Dalen.&nbsp; Though she was curious about the man's skin, it gave him the appearance of one who drowned in the frigid waters.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 11:19:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Bow of Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Aramis found his breath catching for a moment in his chest as the woman turned around with a warm smile. It was a beautiful smile, but what he noticed more was her unique eyes. They were unlike any others he had seen before. He took in the rest of her form even as he noted she studied him as well. <br><br>He was careful his gaze did not linger long enough to be rude or awkward, albeit a moment or to longer than <em>completely</em> neccesary.&nbsp; "So the stories...they are true..." he managed to say in a somewhat reverential whisper at Narindi's response to what it was she did, and was...or had been?<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aramis wasn't quite sure what she meant about no longer being a Stormsinger as she seemed to still have the gifts from the gods.<br>Then he noticed the scar at her neck, sensing that it had something to with that&nbsp; last statement. It angered him to think someone had inflicted such an injury on such a fair creature. But he kept his emotions in check and his demeanor cheerful.<br><br>"My people have stories of ones such as you, those the Great Sea God selected as chosen ones to help watch over the Mother Ocean...though the tales also speak of some who chose to use these gifts for their own purpose and power...and convinced others to follow them...I do not know of the others like yourself you speak of, but I strongly sense that you still follow on the path Mother has for you...."&nbsp; Aramis wasn't sure where that last bit had come from, his cheeks flushing slightly bluer. But now it had been said it felt true and right.<br><br>&nbsp;He smiled and laughed as her nose wrinkled and she commented on the distinct odor, glad for something to change the subject a little.&nbsp; "I know just what you mean, I am born of the sea and that was my only home for many seasons so these ports do not agree well with my nose either, this one in particular of late." &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>He shook his head in&nbsp; response to her answer of his second question. "No, no one else aboard sings much, and their voices I know. I do sing a little and play the pipes on occasion, but not for some time now...."<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 23:20:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship (Upper Deck)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis<br><br><hr><br>Narindi felt her cheeks heat as the man's gaze lingered.&nbsp; It was unlike the lustful stares she'd encountered upon the ship that found her.&nbsp; “Stories?”&nbsp; As with Dalen she was confused.&nbsp; Despite her people keeping mostly to themselves, Stormsingers were apparently known.&nbsp; She had to wonder how many before her survived being cast out so this could be.&nbsp; Her furrowed brow smoothed as the man continued, realizing a legend of her people stood before her.&nbsp; The sight of his cheeks growing blue rather than red in a blush confirming it.&nbsp; Her hands went to her stomach in an attempt to keep what felt leaping fish in place.<br><br>“You, you are one of the ancestors?&nbsp; Of the sea?”&nbsp; Once again she stepped back, heel catching on the rope spool.&nbsp; Only this time she managed to catch herself before falling.&nbsp; “You are real?”&nbsp; One trembling hand began to reach towards Aramis before stilling as she realized what she was doing.&nbsp; “Forgive me!”&nbsp; Bowing deeply she pressed her hand over her heart.&nbsp; “I was not thinking properly.”&nbsp; A curtain of dark hair surrounded her face, eyes firmly closed in shame.&nbsp; “It is my deepest honor.&nbsp; I...I never expected, never hoped in my wildest dreams the spirits would grace me with the opportunity to meet one of you.”&nbsp; Remaining as she was she dared not look up.&nbsp; While the Stormsingers were held with great reverence, the Draishok were considered nearly divine.&nbsp; <br><br>Her heart was threatening to beat free from her chest, cheeks inflamed from embarrassment.&nbsp; The smell of the docks and even the question about her singing had been forgotten.&nbsp; &nbsp; “How...how may I serve?”&nbsp; Her voice trembled as she asked.&nbsp; While she served the spirits of the ocean, their will was implied.&nbsp; To have one of their greatest guardians standing before her was truly awe inspiring and terrifying at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>23-07-2013, 21:14:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain, open<br><hr><br>She flushed scarlet when the Captain spoke to her, picking up on her tone and tapping into her age old feelings. She was indeed useless but she had some talents, nothing she could think of that would be of use on a ship, but to survive she needed to answer the women before her<br><br>"I used to be a farmer's wife, so general chores if you need it. I'm also pretty good with a needle and thread and well...I'm not sure if that is useful, but it's what I have." she answered, feeling that honesty was her best bet. "I did also trade at market, so am pretty good at brokering a deal..." she added suddenly on a roll and deciding to stop or the woman may see her as a freak. <br><br>She looked around the area, noting the activity that seemed to be occurring and the comments that were dropped by the passing crew. She smiled at the woman, hoping that she had passed the test.<br><br>"At worst you can drop me off at the next port?" she added. "I will work hard till then. My name is Valarian Renfold, call me Val"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 04:15:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Bow of Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi<br><br><br><hr><br>Aramis was surprised at Narindi's response of realising to what race he belonged, though it was not a response had never encountered before. His people did tend to stay mostly off the top-worlders radar, dealing mostly with those that sailed the sea and a few select coastal villages. With the exception of a few tribes who dealt on occasion with his cousin races.<br><br>As she had stepped back, and seemed for a second about to fall, he had moved forward to grab her forearm to steady her. This had caused the tips of her fingers to lightly brush his chest when she reached toward him, causing an electric sensation at the warm unexpected, though not unpleasant touch on his bare skin.<br>He had not had much in the way of any physical contact with anyone in quite a while, but noted it was an altogether different sensation above the waves rather then beneath.<br><br>Taking him much further off guard was her next response. If anything he had been ready to apologise for grabbing her so abruptly, even if only to help. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> “It is my deepest honor. I...I never expected, never hoped in my wildest dreams the spirits would grace me with the opportunity to meet one of you.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> He had been having about the same thoughts but Narindi had beaten Aramis to speaking them. Then it struck him, both the wisdom and humor of the Mother. Two peoples to compliment and aid the other when needed, yet each holding the other in a state of reverence so none dared try and seek advantage over the other and upset the balance of Her children.<br><br>Aramis could not stand the sight of her looking so distressed nor treating him as some sort of superior....he reached out with just two fingers and gently lifted her chin. He looked into her eyes as an equal as he spoke, though he hardly felt the part, hoping she would not leave hers closed. "Come now, you have done nothing wrong for me to forgive, truly. Truthfully, I was about to echo those words almost exactly, I trully thought you only a myth or from the old days. So let us agree the honor is both of ours to have met. I believe Mother instilled our peoples with mutual awe for the other to avoid the domination of one in particular" he smiled softly as she would hopefully begin to relax. He could hear the pounding of her heart, his own was racing as well, though not as fast.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do not believe we have ended up meeting merely by chance, I believe we are meant to work together, perhaps to help eachother on our paths recovery and healing from our past. And most definitely something of great importance to the safety of Mother, perhaps even the Top&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;sider lands as well. <br><br>So as far as serving goes, we both serve the will of the Sea, I may be a gaurdian born of the children beneath the waves, but you are directly chosen to be her emmisarry. So let us be as equals, and, I would hope, as friends." When he had mentioned the past a veil dropped behind his eyes, giving a brief glimpse at the depth of pain and sorrow he carried within his soul. Moments later the veil was back up, eyes their normal cheery self.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 00:54:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship (Upper Deck)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis<br><br><hr><br>The fingertips to her chin were cold and yet not.&nbsp; Lifting her head and opening her eyes she rose from the bow, a shy smile fighting for a place as she listened to his words.&nbsp; She'd truly been thrice blessed.&nbsp; Though she'd not seen it as a blessing at first.&nbsp; To be chosen to serve as a Stormsinger, to be granted life after banishment and now this, to sail with one of the ancestors.&nbsp; The change in his eyes did not go unnoticed, her hand rising to gently press her fingers at the brand as though in sympathy.&nbsp; But just as he hid the pain once more she too abandoned the source of hers.&nbsp; <br><br>“You speak wisdom, truly there is a path we are intended to take.&nbsp; And that we are both upon this vessel bodes well for it.&nbsp; However I believe it is customary even in these lands for friends to introduce themselves.”&nbsp; The shy smile turned playful at her chastisement for Aramis not having done so.&nbsp; “If you will not be needed to set sail, perhaps you can join your flute with my singing?&nbsp; It is common among the sailors of my people to do so.&nbsp; Believing it strengthens the song and thanks the spirits for their cooperation.”&nbsp; Her hands once more pressed to her stomach, hoping he'd agree.&nbsp; She'd always found it made changing the songs easier when there was accompaniment.&nbsp; Considering she was still learning her new voice, she would need all the help she could get.&nbsp; Even as she was ashamed of the roughness of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 02:22:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Bow of Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi<br><br><br><hr><br>Aramis found it his turn to bow somewhat apologetically at his lack of manners, he had noted the playfulness in her smile though indicating she was not truly upset. He was glad the ice had been broken, and saw before him one he felt would be a very good friend and true ally. <br><br>"Please pardon my manners, Im afraid the surprise at meeting you got the better of me. I am Aramis Orrkai, Alkali being the 'true' name given by my parents..." He surprised himself at revealing that name to her, not even the captain had he shared it with. The number who knew it could be counted on one hand, but he did not regret adding Narindi to that list. He wondered though if she knew the significance of it being shared.<br><br>&nbsp;"It would be an honor to aid you in any way with your craft, though I warn I am slightly rusty of late, this will be the first time I have played since signing with this crew....I do need to fetch my bow and trident though as well in case there may be any trouble as we depart, but I will gladly fetch my pipes as well" He could scarcely believe he was being asked to aid an emmisarry of the Mother. He took this as a sign he was not fully forsaken by Her or the gods for the deeds he'd had no choice but to perform, and was on the right path for redeeming himself. He quickly dashed below deck fetching the oilskin pouch with the set of pipes, tying the cord to his belt. Then he slung his bow, and quiver over each shoulder and grabbed his best trident in his left hand the rejoined Narindi at the bow of the Rising Sun. <br><br>"Now I am as ready as I can be for what may come" With that he pulled out his set of pipes and pressed them to his lips. Rather than closing his eyes as he usually did when letting notes flow through him he watched Narindi instead, using her flowing figure and flowing voice as inspiration to guide his notes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 01:32:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship (Upper Deck)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis<br><br><hr><br>The meaning of his true name being given was lost on Narindi.&nbsp; Though the names did seem to suit the blue tinged man.&nbsp; Placing her hand over her heart, she gave a small bow.&nbsp; "It is a honor and a pleasure, Aramis."<br><br>Smiling as she watched the man hurry off to collect his things she once more turned her attention to the songs.&nbsp; Stretching her neck, she began with a low and guttural sound.&nbsp; It built slowly, growing louder and then softer as it gradually rose in pitch.&nbsp; By the time Aramis returned the tide was higher than normal, rolling in from the harbor at an unnatural rate for the sky being so clear.&nbsp; Satisfied with the progress she changed the tune, gesturing for Aramis to join in, her strange eyes upon him.<br><br>Her tone changed abruptly, from deep and rough to something higher as she began singing to the winds.&nbsp; The sound of breezes causing the sails to snap providing a sharp contrast.&nbsp; Narindi's body began to sway, voice working through a series of chords as the flute accompanied her.&nbsp; Her throat began to burn, the strain of pushing herself adding to the ache that seemed almost a part of her.&nbsp; <br><br>Before the branding her voice was light and airy, like the sun reflecting on the waves.&nbsp; Now it was harsh and rough, breaking like the choppy sea before a storm.&nbsp; The winds were picking up,&nbsp; causing her hair and dress to whip about wildly.&nbsp; Between the overly swollen morning tide and the building winds the crew would have little difficulty in getting the ship free of the docks in a hurry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 18:20:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Bow of Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi<br><br><br><hr><br>Aramis found himself wondering if the effect of Narindi's singing on him was similar to the effect the music and singing of his people was said to have on those of the land that heard it. As he joined her at the bow again and she motioned for him to join he brought his pan pipes to his lips, a smile crossing them as he felt her eyes upon him and then their eyes met and held as he began to play the first notes. <br>&nbsp; He had been unsure how well his playing would be with months out of practice, yet as he began it was if a voice was whispering in his ear helping to guide his notes to blend in unison with that of the Mother's mouthpiece, rising and falling in perfect harmony and swelling stronger to support her notes in the brief moments her voice broke or faltered. &lt;If this is her voice in a damaged state...by the gods, what must it sound like in its perfect state&gt; <br><br>He could feel the waves ebbing and flowing stronger even as the wind grew and whipped around them. It caused the shark teeth around his neck to spin and rattle, even as he found himself mesmerized by the sight of Narindi's hair and dress being toyed with by the breeze as her body to moved in sway. It was seen in peripheral though as he had been still drawn to those mysterious blue ringed orbs. <br><br>Those present at the docks within range of the joint melody would likely remember this day for the rest of their lives. It might even give slight pause to the guards who would soon be approaching. They would probably tell stories of it among other ports and ships as it was a rare thing indeed one of the Draishok played or sang among top-worlders let alone a duet such as this. After all, Aramis had heard his people play and sing on many occasion, but this, this was one time he knew would not fade in memory. He looked forward to the Captain giving the order to launch, to see the full effect of what they were weaving, and just to breath in that fresh open ocean air and have the sea rolling under his feet. Soon. Soon!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 01:17:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Event Post</span></span></strong> <br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Entire Crew.<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Characters:</span> Amadaiya, Rennet, Mystery Cloaked Figure, Random NPCs. <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Duration For Characters:</span> Less than 5 minutes. <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Duration For Players:</span> Two Weeks </span> </strong> </div> <br><hr> <br><br><strong>Amadaiya</strong> raised an eyebrow at the blonde woman before her. The woman wasn't much, but somebody who could sew would be quite useful indeed. <strong>Rennet</strong> was the one of the few on board that could and his job with that was to maintain and repair the sails. "Fine. <strong>Valarian</strong>, this is <strong>Alumaya</strong>, our cook." She said with a nod to the Asian man standing nearby. "He will show you where you will stay. <strong>Alumaya</strong>, take her below deck, show her around, perhaps she can even help you in the kitchen." With that, she turned and walked away from the two, allowing them to get acquainted and do whatever. Perhaps she should not bring the woman onboard. But she had a soft spot for women in need, naturally enough. <br><br><strong>Rennet</strong> sat upon the poles up among the largest sails. He needn't open them until the ramp was fully up and the anchor was pulled. He watched the <strong>crew</strong> begin to pull up the heavy ramp from where it connected with the town's boardwalk. He was enjoying the light breeze. Too light. He frowned. If it didn't Pick up, they may have go delay. But then a voice caught his attention and he turned his head to see one of the new women (<strong>Narindi</strong>) singing with <strong>Aramis</strong> near her. He gave a smile and a wave to the other elf-man then watched in wonderment as the winds began to raise. Was that coming from her? Could she possibly be... His thought were caught off by what happened next...<br><br><strong>BOOM!!</strong> <br><br>An explosion unlike any the majority of the <strong>crew</strong> have ever heard or felt before came from Esum. It went off near where the <strong>Rising Sun</strong> was anchored. It created a small mushroom of fire approximately <strong>100 yards</strong> from the ship and <strong>50 feet high</strong> in the air. The ship rocked violently from the vibration. Debris flew through the air in all directions from the explosion. <strong>Rennet</strong> tried to hold on to his pole but because he was distracted when the the explosion happened, he fell to the hard wooden deck. He landed near where <strong>Aramis and Narindi</strong> were with a thud. He was <strong>unconscious</strong> and bleeding from his head. Somebody else would have to let the last two sails loose. <br><br>From his high perch, <strong>Toesmasher</strong> would be able to see a <strong>figure in a black cloak</strong> fleeing the scene of the explosion. If the Furious Midget took a moment to look around, that is. <br><br>The <strong>men</strong> who were pulling up the ramp were all knocked down. Many have ringing in their ears, a few have injuries from debris. They need help getting the ramp up.<br><br><strong>Amadaiya</strong> was knocked down at the explosion, but she is okay. She got back up and made immediately to the <strong>ship's wheel. "Get the anchor up and the sails down! WE LEAVE NOW!"</strong> She didn't know what the fuck was going on and she wasn't taking the time to find out. Things were fixing to get chaotic. Damn, she knew she had a bad feeling about this morning. <br><br>The <strong>crowd</strong> around the port was panicking. Screaming. Crying. They had never seen anything like that. They were running around like panicked rabbits.<br><br>Whoever was <strong>below deck</strong> would hear the explosion, feel the ship rock, and hear the panic. As well as hear small pieces of debris hit the side of the ship.&nbsp; <br><hr> <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Post Summary</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Amadaiya told Alumaya to show Valarian around.</li><li>Big explosion went off.</li><li>Cloaked man fled from said explosion</li><li>Ship rocked violently.</li><li>Rennet fell down and is now unconscious.</li><li>Many NPC crew were effected. None are dead, but many have concussions and injuries.<br></li><li>Captain basically told everybody to get them the hell out of there and is ready to steer them out</li></ul> <br><br><strong>So, what the status here?</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Anybody who wasn't holding onto something tight, probably fell down</li><li>the ship's outter hull is mildly damaged from debris, but otherwise the ship is fine</li><li>Rennet has a head injury and a broken rib or two</li></ul> <br><br><strong>What's there to do?</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Get the ramp up</li><li>Get the anchor up</li><li>Get the two large sails loose after the anchor is up</li><li>Help Rennet and other NPCs</li><li>Get the hell out of there before anything else happens</li></ul> </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 02:42:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> <strong>Amara Smite</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard The Rising Sun: below deck - above deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rennet, Amadaiya, Aramis and Narindi, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara was laying calmly in her hammock swaying back and forth. After helping Alu secure their newest guest she was going to enjoy a bit of calm before the chaos began. Little did she know the chaos was already ahead of it's time. Just before the explosion hit Amara was using her knife to clean dirt from under her nails. Her hammock swayed violently along with the ship, eventually knocking Amara out of it onto the floor where she came inches away from hitting the plans face first. Her knife thrown into a few random barrels that were luckily tied down.<br><br>Hitting one of her boots hard on the ground she started to stand, shaking her head to get rid of any ringing she listened to the chaos that was overhead. Once she regained composure she grabbed her belt with her sword attached and approached where her knife was. Grabbing it from the ground as well she started up the stairs above deck. Putting her knife in her mouth she put on her belt while she made her way up the steps.<br><br>Once Amara was on deck she tucked her knife in her belt, she didn't have time to tie it to her forearm before getting to work. She actually had hopes they'd be a bit more out to sea before she had anything serious, bad ale, stabbed by a crazy wench, those were the cases she thought she'd have, but Rennet was unconscious, not that she knew at that point, all she saw from her distance is that he was down, and then there were her crew mates on the ramp.<br><br>As she quickly approached Rennet she checked for a pulse, then glanced up towards the wheel with a slight nod, to assure the captain he'd live before turning her attention to Aramis and Narindi.<br><br>"Think you two can get him below?"<br><br>Amara didn't stick around to wait for an answer she had to check on the rest of the crew, make sure all heads were accounted for, all hearts were beating and all injured got below deck.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">summery</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>* knocked out of hammock upon the rocking of ship due to explosion.<br>* got above deck and checked on crew.<br>* gave task of getting unconscious Rennet below deck to Aramis and Narindi<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 15:05:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest (KEEP OUT)--&gt; deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br><br><hr>As Dalen reached the crow's nest he watched around and saw the man as the explosion went off, despite his ringing ears he heard orders coming up in the attractive voice of his captain. Grabbing his axe he took a running leap off of the nest and swung his way down to the deck.&nbsp; Where he rolled and came up next to the anchor crank.&nbsp; Being three foot three tall he hooked the axe over one of the bars and pulled.&nbsp; He quickly moved in a circle demonstrating his superb strength as he began to raise the anchor alone.&nbsp; He knew that the crew could manage the sails, and that he could weigh anchor alone.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> summary</div><div class="spoiler_body">&gt;Dalen is Furious that someone has seemed to attack the ship<br>&gt;He will report on the mysterious figure as soon as They are away.<br>&lt;Display of his physical prowess as he raises the anchor by himself.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 19:40:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> The brig<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><hr><br>Deshco was deep in thought when an explosion rocked the ship. Lucky for him, he was already sitting, but he didn't appreciate the sudden rolling-motion from the shock wave. Once the boat settled, he was up and at the door of his cell, looking for anyone around. "Let me out, I can help!" he called out, hoping that someone would be around. he had no idea what was happening, but if a fight was about to happen, he wanted to be there. He didn't want to sit here safe while everyone else got to have all the fun.<br><br>Deshco thought a long moment about the sets of picks his had embedded in his forearms and legs. Did he want to use those yet? He wasn't sure. but he wasn't going to wait too much longer, if he had the choice. He called out again, and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 01:40:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship (Upper Deck)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis, Amara, Open<br><br><hr><br>The pipes kindled something Narindi never experienced before.&nbsp; A sense of...wholeness.&nbsp; It felt as though every song her kind sang was incomplete, waiting for the joining of such an instrument.&nbsp; It was like the first time she sang, feeling the power and majesty of the spirits welling within and without, giving her voice purpose.&nbsp; Narindi did not know if she'd be able to stop once they were away, the song taking on a life of it's own as the notes of the two joined into one.&nbsp; The docks, the crew, everything forgotten but for the song and the deep green eyes she stared into.<br><br>The rest of the world returned with a loud explosion that rocked the ship.&nbsp; The extra momentum sent the woman falling to the railing, instinct having her grab at it as she went to prevent injury.&nbsp; There was another, softer boom as Rennet fell nearby.&nbsp; Dazed and bewildered, the Stormsinger looked to the young elf on the decking.&nbsp; Red.&nbsp; Blood.&nbsp; “Dalen.”&nbsp; Whispering the name of the vertically challenged man she looked to the rigging, hoping to see him well.&nbsp; A smile of relief flashing across her face as she noticed his controlled descent.&nbsp; <br><br>Her attention returned to the fallen elf, a woman kneeling beside him.&nbsp; “Yes.&nbsp; Yes, I believe so.”&nbsp; Shaking her head to clear it she pulled herself up with the railing as an aid.&nbsp; Though uninjured she was rather shaken, unprepared for the sudden violence without a cause.&nbsp; Her face twisted in pain as she swallowed, the song having dried and further irritated her throat.&nbsp; Even with their song gone, the winds and higher tide did not recede, what was started would require time or another Stormsinger to counter.&nbsp; Walking carefully on the unsteady deck to Rennet, she looked to Aramis hoping he was uninjured as well.&nbsp; The two of them left alone with the injured crewman.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Summary</div><div class="spoiler_body">~enjoys singing<br>~gets knocked over from the explosion<br>~is shaken but uninjured, looks to make sure Dalen is safe<br>~agrees to get Rennet below decks<br>~looks to Aramis to ensure he is uninjured and able to help</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 21:59:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard, top deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valarian, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Unlike the rest of the crew, enchanted with the newcomers, Alu stood icily aside, his mind occupied, disturbed. He had always been credited with a small gift of foresight, never substantial, but it was something that his kind were known for, or so he had been told. His mind was mostly on the man underneath the deck, in fetters, but he didn't quite understand why the other woman, another apparent criminal, wasn't put in fetters too. The Captain had her soft spots, doubtless, but she was a strong Captain, and he would give his life for her if she asked or needed it. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little cheated that one of his own kind was locked up, while one of hers was allowed to walk the ship freely. Granted, Corran had been a bit uncautious of his manner of boarding the ship, he supposed.<br><br>He shouldered himself off of the wall om which he was leaning, tilting his head as he was instructed to guide the new girl down to the bottom of the ship, show her where he worked and how he cooked. If she wasn't used to the open sea, it would take her a few days to get her ocean-feet, and thus would not be trusted with knife or pot, not if he could help it. He smiled thinly, scowling a bit at the same time, as the Captain knew that he liked working alone. <br><br>"She can help with the cleaning," He grunted," But you're dreaming if you think I'm gonna trust her with my gear," He said darkly, looking over to the girl, eyeing her up and down. She was shorter then him, which felt a bit odd, considering most humans tended to be taller than he was, but that was of no consequence. Once the Captain turned away he came closer to her, growling," Look, little one, she may be the captain of this ship, but once we're in my kitchen, it's my game, my gear, and my rules. Stay out of my way and learn fast if you wanna stay, if not, there's plenty other stuff to do on the boat," He chuckled," If she don't like that, she can toss me overbo..."<br><br>The ship rocked and all Alu could hear for a long while was ringing in his ears. It didn't keep him from reacting, his hands flickering out, one gripping a rope attached to the mast and gripping it with an iron-hard grip, the other holding onto Valarian to keep her from going overboard," Not bloody yet," He yelled, unable to hear himself. He couldn't hear the captain's orders, but he knew what to do. He rushed over to the anchor, telling Valarian to get below decks, as Dalen beat him to the Anchor. He moved in behind him, careful not to unbalance the little man while helping him pull. <br><br>"Drop the bloody sails!" He called.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 18:19:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> <strong>Amara Smite</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard The Rising Sun: above deck - brig - below deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Deshco Corran, Open<br><hr> <br><br>After seeing to Rennet Amara moved to the ramp, helping the last of the crew aboard she helped pull the ramp in directing any crew that wasn't needed above deck, below. They needed to get out, and get out now. They didn't have time to worry about those who could get in the way. As they finished she called to those still on deck.<br><br>"Ramp up!"<br><br>Grabbing the shoulder of one of the men who helped her she then raced below deck. She's start by checking the brig. See if their prisoner was still alive, or even still in there. Once below deck she moved through the grouping of people who were down there. As she neared the brig she heard him call out, that he could help. In truth they could probably use it, but the question of his loyalty to the captain was uncertain. Either way, Amara took the keys to the cell from a hook and approached Deshco's cell, if he turned out to be a problem Alu would probably prefer kill him on with a bit of a challenge anyway.<br><br>"They'll need help above deck." Amara 's voice was emotionless as she opened Deshco's cell and stepped out of his way, following him out of the brig and making her way to Rennet and the others who needed medical attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 21:45:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Bow of Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi, Amara, Open<br><br><br><hr><br>The loud sudden <strong>BOOM</strong> rocked Aramis from the almost trance-like state he had found himself in with Narindi. Their notes had begun weaving together as if from one instrument with a life all its' own, it was as if the notes were directing the players rather then the other way around. He was thrown and landed hard against the deck on his knees and one hand, as the other still clutched the pipes. <br><br>He was still somewhat dazed and his ears were ringing as he frantically looked around till spotting Narindi, seemingly unharmed, by the railing. He felt more than heard the <strong>Thud</strong> as Rennet hit the deck, hard. He made it over to the fallen elf as Amara reached him and seemed to think he would manage to pull through.<br><br>"Think you two can get him below?"<br><br>Aramis nodded as the doctor dashed off. He knew they would need to be careful moving Rennet as Aramis was positive the injured man had at least a couple cracked ribs. He did not know how badly and did not want to accidentally cause one to shift and pierce a lung or something. There was also the head wound that was bleeding a good amount. Aramis quickly tore some of the fabric of Rennet's shirt to act as a makeshift bandage. He handed it to Narindi who had joined him at Rennet's limp side.<br><br>"Here, take and hold this to the back of his head and be sure to keep some pressure on it to help stop the bleeding," Aramis had some basic knowledge of triage and first as it was essential in any hunters training. After all a bad cut in a hunting party in the deep could spell death for the whole team if it drew the those demon sharks or other denizens of the Deep. He very gingerly scooped the man in his arms and headed down below with Narindi. After they got below he laid the man on old sailcloth, now just used for patchwork on the mainsails, but it would have to do for now and was better than just the floors.<br><br>"Can you stay with him Narindi? I need to see to get back up topside to help get us the Hell out of here. I will be back, stay safe!" <br><br>With that he dashed back up on deck and heard Alu shouting that the sails still needed dropping. He had only helped Rennet out on few occasions to pass the time but felt he remembered how to loose them. He dashed to the mast and began to scale it quickly but carefully. He was nowhere near as fast as Rennet at this but managed to at last undo the final ropes that let the last sails furl free and start to swell with the breeze.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Summary</div><div class="spoiler_body">~Gets knocked to the deck in the blast<br>~Checks to be sure Narindi is safe and sound<br>~Goes to the injured Rennet<br>~Gets Rennet and Narindi to safe place below deck<br>~Unfurls the last two Sails<br></div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 23:11:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> finally free!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><hr><br>Deshco nodded, and once he was out of the brig, he ran to get above deck, looking at the chaos, and seeing where he could be the most help. His knowledge of boats was limited, but seeing the two working on the anchor, the lean male ran to them and took a handle, adding his strength to help get the anchor up the rest of the way. Once done, he looked around for the captain. Where can I be of use? he asked of the other Haas-Filoth, not wanting to disrupt the captain with all the hustle and bustle going on. He felt naked without a weapon, but he'd manage without for now, until he was considered loyal to the captain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 06:10:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> On deck, trying to head below<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain, Alumaya, open<br><hr><br>The Captain spoke to here and directed her to the man who was possibly the cook. He didn't look impressed with her or the instruction to make use of her. She was just relieved not to be sent out there. A chance till the next port at least was something she could hope for. He spoke to her and she withdrew further, hostility or annoyance was her first thought. She nodded, not wanting to antagonise him further. She was quite prepared to follow instructions as she had done it all her life. Only this time it was survival and not so much fear.<br><br>As she moved to follow him, the world exploded and she heard him speak as she was grabbed and held onto as everything shook. She braced herself, putting her hands forward and grabbing onto the nearest thing; the edge of the boat, gripping the wood tight she held on. His instruction was to go below deck but she looked around instead wondering if anyone needed help. She may not be a sailor, but she could patch up a few cracked skulls, she'd done that many a time before when her husband had been injured in bar fights.<br><br>"Anyone need help? Injured? That I can get below deck?" She called out? In the mad chaos of smoke and fear, she knew she could be of some use. At least moving people to safety and patching them up below deck. She gathered up her&nbsp; skirts and reminded herself that clothing might be an idea later on. She moved to go below deck, trying to see through the acrid smoke that filled her nose and mouth.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">* On the run for killing her husband<br>* Looking around to see who she can assist<br>* Assigned to help the cook in the kitchen<br>* Will patch up anyone when she goes below deck </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 23:00:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Event Post</span></span></strong> <br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Entire Crew.<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Characters:</span> Amadaiya, Rennet, Young Cobalt Dragon, Random NPCs. <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Duration For Characters:</span> Less than 2 minutes. <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Duration For Players:</span> One Week </span> </strong> </div> <br><hr> <br><br>Amadaiya had to be impressed and proud, they shifted into action like shifting into dance. She stayed at her post, she had to be ready to sail as soon as it was ready. <br><br>They managed to get the ramp up, the surgeon bless her along with a few men from the crew that stood back up and helped her.<br><br>As Aramis carried Rennet down below deck, Rennet groaned slightly but did not awaken. <br><br>With the combined efforts of Alumaya and Dalen, they managed to get the heavy anchor up. Now the sails.<br><br>While not as shift as smooth as Rennet, Aramis let fly the sails, and the ship began to move.<br><br>Amadaiya thanked the gods for her elven members of her crew. There were things they could do others just couldn't. She also thanked the gods for that storm singer finding her way upon this ship. <strong>"Toesmasher, guide us out of here!"</strong> She yelled to the halfling. She gripped the steering wheel and began to guide the ship. But between the wind and the movement, and their sudden leaving, things began to roll around the ship. Barrels and crates began to slide around. That wasn't good. She caught a glimpse of her <em>prisoner</em> near the anchor. <em>"Now who let him out?"</em> She wondered in thought. <strong>"well if you're going to wander around, make yourself useful, help the men get those crates secured!"</strong> She yelled to the man. <br><br>The panic from town did not settle. In fact, the fact that the ship was moving around angered the crowd. Yells and shouts could be heard as they threw things at the ship. Amadaiya didn't care what they thought, she wasn't risking her ship or crew by sticking around. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/Beasts/how-to-draw-a-flying-dragon-dragon-in-flight_1_000000012269_5_2-picsay.jpg)</div>However, within a few seconds, a scream of terror came from the town, then a deathly roar from overhead. Amadaiya whipped her head around only to see a large blue flying beast flying head. Was today was a day for legends, dragons were only rumored. <strong>"BLOODY HELL!"</strong> The Captain cursed wide eyed. <br><br>The dragon was young and had probably just come to see what the loud noise was from the explosion. But the people didn't know that. People didn't believe dragons existed. Now that they saw one flying over the heads, they figured it was a mindless beast that was going to eat them. The dragon flew in circles, looking at them all. As the people panicked and ran around. Amadaiya just wanted her ship to move faster. <br><br><hr> <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Post Summary</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Ramp is up with the help of NPC crew</li><li>Captain told Dalen to help guide her</li><li>Captain told Descho to help secure stuff</li><li>Town people have misdirected anger at the ship</li><li>A blue dragon appeared and is flying around terrorizing people</li><li>Ship is moving out and Captain is steering</li><li>Rennet is below deck, still unconscious</li></ul> <br><br><strong>So, what the status here?</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Row, row, row the boat gently out of port. Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a... HOLY FUCK! IS THAT A DRAGON!?</li></ul> <br><br><strong>What's there to do?</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Secure loose stuff</li><li>Check and make sure ship and everything on/around it is secure.</li><li>Leave!</li></ul>&nbsp; </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 23:16:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> <strong>Amara Smite</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard The Rising Sun: below deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi, Open<br><hr> <br><br>As Amara moved around below deck she secured what she could, or at least what was most important that it not move as she made her way to Rennet. Several other crewmen had a few scrapes and bruises but nothing as serious as Rennet. She stopped not far from where Aramis and Narindi had brought him to rest. She didn't know all of the crew but it was good to see that they were willing to work together. She'd had enough issues with past captain's where everything was a nightmare to work with.<br><br>"How are you holding up?"<br><br>Amara hadn't asked the condition of the two she had bring Rennet below deck, and she hadn't watched them do so, while he had her full attention however it was best to make sure the rest of the crew wasn't going to calapse from one injury or another. Walking to her bunk which wasn't far from where they were she dug through a chest and took out a few random items before returning to Rennet's side. The first order of business was to stop the bleeding from the back of his head, or at least allow Narindi to move her hand so she didn't have to stay there if she didn't wish to.<br><br>As the yelling over head continued Amara began wrapping his head, semi tightly, enough to hold pressure but not to make circumstances any worse. Once his head was bandaged she checked to see that nowhere else was damaged on him. She would of course do the same for the rest of the sailors, giving time for the blood to stop flowing before patching his head, at least to the best of her abilities.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">summery</div><div class="spoiler_body">* Returned to Rennet<br>* Asked condition of Narinid<br>* Bandaged Rennet's head<br>* Finished examining him for other injuries<br>* Began examining other sailors<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 18:16:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> finally free!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><hr><br>Deshco heard a voice giving an order, and seeing the crates moving and the barrels rolling, he was on it. After all, desert life required rope working, and he was good with rope. Helping the men struggling to contain the crates and barrels, he started pulling the ropes around the restrained cargo, working with several others to get the ropes tight enough and everything secured. Every once in a while, a sudden swear in his native tongue cut through the din, as the rough rope bit him from time to time. Soon though, he had a rhythm worked out with the other sailors, and they had most of the cargo secured before he caught sight of the dragon.<br><br>Great Gods of the sands! he said in his native tongue, collapsing to his knee. He almost released the rope he held, but managed to keep a hold. It wasn't until the others noticed before he started laughing, earning him a few odd looks. The dragons were real! they weren't just stories of legend and myth! While everyone else may have been in a panic, Deshco was in awe. He lived for the old tales and legends of his people. So, seeing confirmation of one part of his childhood, it made him laugh. However, he got back to work securing the last of the cargo, trying to focus on the task at hand, trying not to stop and stare at the dragon flying overhead.<br><br><hr>Common<br>Haas-Filoth
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 17:37:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bow of the ship (Upper Deck) → Below Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis, Amara, Open<br><br><hr><br>Taking the offered shirt, Narindi tried her best to hold it firm to the wound on Rennet's head.&nbsp; Walking in a odd sideways scamble she kept up with Aramis, reaching her long arms over and under his as they descended to the below decks.&nbsp; Settling onto her knees next tot he unconscious crewman she looked up and nodded to Aramis' words.&nbsp; “Of course I will stay with him.&nbsp; Keep safe.”<br><br>There were a few moments of stillness as Narindi watched over Rennet.&nbsp; Healing was not her craft and despite her mother's best efforts she never managed to pick up a few tricks.&nbsp; Instead she remained near the elven sailor, pressing the now red shirt to his scalp, humming softly to him.&nbsp; It wasn't a song of the winds and tide, was not the song of a Stormsinger.&nbsp; It was a song of comfort, one learned in the arms of a parent.&nbsp; Though it could be barely heard over the thudding feet running across the decking above.&nbsp; Becoming a backdrop as her thoughts beseeched the spirits to keep the crew safe.<br><br>A woman's voice caught her by surprise, so focused on her prayers for the well being of the crew.&nbsp; Looking up, Narindi simply shrugged.&nbsp; “I am uninjured except for a bruise or two.&nbsp; Is there anything I can do to help with Rennet?&nbsp; I do not know the healing craft but have been on ships long enough to know how to follow orders.”&nbsp; Her mouth and throat were still quite dry from the earlier singing, making her already harsh voice even more so.&nbsp; Croaking out the words as best she was able while staying out of the way.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Summary</div><div class="spoiler_body">~moved below with Aramis and Rennet<br>~held a compress to Rennet's head and prayed for all until Amara's arrival<br>~offered to help</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 19:05:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> <strong>Amara Smite</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard The Rising Sun: below deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara listened to Narindi as she spoke, tending to a few of the other men as she responded to the woman.<br><br>"I don't deal in orders, I leave those to the captain, I will gladly take the help however. He needs to be kept warm, and hydrated. The skin will absorb the moisture so a damp rag on his head will do fine. I've old rags in the chest below my hammock."<br><br>Amara sat down and looked from Rennet to Narindi before she continued.<br><br>"We can stitch up his head once the bleeding has stopped, or at least slowed down enough that in the dim light I can see what I'm doing. How are you around blood?"<br><br>Yes it was a rather foolish question to ask a pirate how they handled blood, but she wasn't exactly looking the part of a woman who carved out organs as a spare time hobby, and blood splattered here and there was a bit different than stitching up an elf's head, or whatever else may need to be dealt with before things really started in motion.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Summery</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>* Talking to Narindi about Rennet<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 06:32:45</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Rigging of the Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><hr><br>Aramis saw the crowds were getting restless and observed with some annoyance as objects started being hurled in the ship's direction. Most were harmless enough objects, more a cause for annoyance than harm if they landed on the deck or collided with a crew member. But then he noticed a man dashing along the docks and nearing the pier they were rapidly pulling away from, or rather he noted the flaming torch in the man's hand. <br><br>Aramis quickly steadied himself in the rigging and pulled his bow from off his back and quickly notched an arrow, before he loosed it though he saw a shadow pass over the man he was targeting. The man suddenly gave a shriek and dove of the dock, torch still in hand. He wondered what had just happened that scared the man. There was no way he had seen Aramis with his drawn bow, right? <br><br>Then Aramis saw the movement in the corner of his eye and when he turned, his jaw simply gaped in amazement, no words came from his lips as none could voice his awe at what he was seeing. First one of the Emissaries was aboard this vessel and had asked <em>Him</em> of all Draishok to accompany her craft. Now another creature from legend had reared it's head and revealed itself to be more than myth.&nbsp; <br><br>The majestic creature seemed smaller than the creatures of lore he had heard tell of in the ancient scrolls, perhaps their size had been exaggerated over time, this was a younger specimen? That thought had Aramis suddenly scanning the skies again, wondering how long they stayed with their parents or how many they traveled with. He knew in the seas there were great predators of both a solitary and social nature alike. <br><br>He breathed a sigh of relief as he did not see any other dragons in the sky, nor did the dragon circling appear to be in an overly aggressive move. It had a gleam in it's eye as it passed over the Rising Sun's sails that he identified with as more of curiosity than that of a beast on the prowl for prey. At least he prayed to the gods that that gleam meant the same above the ocean as it did below.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 22:21:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=177534.msg8714247#msg8714247">Quote from: Deamonbane on 08-08-2013, 21:59:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard, top deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Smasher of Toes, Corran, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Alu dragged the anchor up along with the tenacious little bastard, and at a pretty good rate too. He had been on the ship for a long while, and he knew how to tie a book-full of decent knots. He worked the rope of the Anchor into a secure one and secured it to the deck, a feeling of satisfaction filling him as he felt the ship gently tugged by the current pushing them away from the dock, onward into the open ocean. He couldn't help but smile. It was the way that he felt at the beginning of each trip. A sort of magical sensation of adventure yet to unfold. He took a deep breath...<br><br>Then the shadow fell over them.<br><br>It only lasted a second, but from that he could tell it was big, huge, too big to be flying. The wingtip span was about twice the size of the creature's body, and the newborn sunlight glinted off of it's scales like rubies. He gaped a bit too long and then it finally dawned on him what the creature was, and he felt the odd, primal need to run, to hide of that flying thing, so great, to powerful, so terrifying. Dragons.<br><br>His second passed and he snapped into action," Meárocka melaos, get the ship underway now," He called, a sudden memory flashing over his eyes, one so distant he... had a hard time seeing anything, but he heard a voice.<br><br><em>"Now little on, if you ever see a dragon, remember: Don't run, don't scream, don't panic. They kill for the sins of mankind, and fear is among their greatest hatreds."</em> <br><br>Alu blinked a bit, turning around to see his kinsman. Scowling me moved over to the Haas," Who let you out? Get down below decks before I kick you down there! Go, you are of no use to us here."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 02:25:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara, Open<br><br><hr><br>“Of course.&nbsp; I shall collect any blankets I find in the crew quarters as well.&nbsp; Simply tell me which hammock is yours.”&nbsp; Her long and agile fingers combed gently through Rennet's hair, brushing it from his forehead.&nbsp; She wished desperately there was more she could do but she'd never been trained with such.&nbsp; <br><br>The question drew the first hint of a smile since the explosion.&nbsp; “I have been drenched in the blood of enemies and kinfolk.&nbsp; It holds no fear for me, except when there is more on the outside than the inside of one I care about.&nbsp; My mother was a healer and she tried to teach me her craft.&nbsp; Though I unable to learn from her, I helped hold those she worked upon more than once.”&nbsp; <br><br>She hoped to have some guidance soon as to where she should look for the rags.&nbsp; Though if it took too long she was not above tearing at her dress to create a compress.&nbsp; Narindi simply hoped the ship was of a similar layout to the ones she'd known so she would be able to return quickly.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Summary</div><div class="spoiler_body">~offers to collect blankets and rags from the crew bunkroom<br>~explains to Amara that she is fine with blood</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 02:52:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> <strong>Amara Smite</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard The Rising Sun: below deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara nodded, Narindi collecting the blankets and other items would be quite helpful. It had been a long time since she had assistance with her duties, and if things continued as they had started she would need all the help she could get. Though truthfully she wasn't about to admit to that. She turned her attention to the lovely woman before she spoke.<br><br>"Second hammock on the left coming below deck. There's a gray bandana tied to the handle of the chest."<br><br>She replied as she returned her attention to one of the men. She smirked as she listened to&nbsp; Narindi's response about the blood, the story of her mother was reassuring, and helped put Amara's mind more at ease having her tinker around with her own job. Perhaps she wasn't fully trained, but Amara learned on the job as well. So she wasn't about to scold the young woman for lacking the training. She was actually grateful that she had any at all. Amara slowly returned to Rennet, calling to Narindi as she started to her chest.<br><br>"There's a small black box in there as well, you may want to grab it. We'll be needing it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 23:02:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara, Open<br><br><hr><br>“Very well.&nbsp; I shall return as quickly as possible.”&nbsp; Narindi wasted no time, wiping Rennet's blood on her snowy white dress as she hurried to the crew quarters.&nbsp; There was a moment of hesitation before choosing her route, praying to the spirits she was correct in her choice.&nbsp; Finding the chest as Amara described she gathered the requested supplies, rags and the small black box.&nbsp; The other hammocks were ransacked by the Stormsinger, taking every blanket she could find.&nbsp; <br><br>Struggling under the bundles, Narindi found herself bumping into walls more often than moving forward.&nbsp; There was the slight jerk to the ship as the anchor rose, the unnaturally high tide and strong winds pushing the ship out to sea.&nbsp; It was nearly enough to send her tumbling, but the woman in white managed to keep her feet.&nbsp; Dropping the blankets and rags, she set the box at Amara's knees before settling herself.&nbsp; She was in the process of covering Rennet with a blanket when a thought struck.<br><br>“Water.&nbsp; You will need water.&nbsp; I...”&nbsp; She looked about, finding an open water barrel.&nbsp; Once more she rose, collecting water the nearby leather cup.&nbsp; Her dry throat begged she drink deeply of the barrel but the injury to a crewmate overrode the selfish desire.&nbsp; “Is there anything else you need retrieved?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 11:29:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck in the Galley <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>She made her way blindly through the chaos, finding the stairs that lead below deck. She pulled herself together, knowing that panic would get her nowhere. The world had gone mad and so had the people. The crew were in control, pulling anchors and raising sails. She gripped the handrail tightly and tried to make her way to safety when she heard the deep roar of a creature.<br><br>She had heard stories as a child and as she cast her eyes slowly upward, there it was a creature of old, one she had never thought she would see. It's target was the ship and she had nowhere left to run.<br><br>"So it seems that today was destined for me to die." She whispered and transfixed for a moment she stared at the blue creation before her fearful eyes. Then as if the hounds of hell chased her, she ran. Her thoughts of safety were paramount. She lifted her skirts and again cursed the attire as she missed the last few steps and landed heavily on her knees, sliding forward and bracing herself as she felt her body jar. She couldn't afford an injury so she was glad that nothing had broken as she moved tentatively.<br><br>She pushed herself upright and headed down the corridor that shook violently, searching for safety but the movement gave her no comfort. She saw the woman in white head into a room and decided to see if she could make herself useful for dying would come but for now she would see what there was to do<br><br>She followed her instinct and moved along, finding the kitchen and as they would need to eat she did as only she knew to do. She was no fighter, just a girl that got caught up in a situation that seemed to get worse daily, but she was a survivor and if they did get out of there alive they would need sustenance. So she looked at what was in the pots and checked that there were no fires burning as that could be dangerous, with the ship rolling. There was broth and it was still hot but the fire had died and as they seemed to be less movement below she got things ready. The crew would be hungry and the cook was last seen pulling an anchor so it was up to her. <br><br>She stirred the pot and lit the fire, keeping a close eye on it and when the broth bubbled again, even her own stomach growled. Those that hadn't become ill from the journey would eat. She gathered some wooden bowls, turning off the fire and she waited, feeling the fool for what else could she do. She had reacted on instinct and here she was hoping the smell of warm broth would offer comfort for those who sought it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 19:07:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/11486_472515519502886_1397050930_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> <strong>Amara Smite</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard The Rising Sun: below deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara watched as the woman got to her feet and disappeared behind one of the corridors while she sat down beside Rennet. Slowly she ran her fingers through his hair as she watched over a few of the other men. Many of them had a few cuts and scrapes that would heal fine but she was concerned about Rennet. His head would need to be stitched, the gash in it wouldn't heal as well otherwise, but she had help on this journey. She didn't normally end up working alone, not when the moments were serious, but it was good to have someone who could do the running for her. Someone who was eager to help, and of course with all the ruckus going on above deck, it was best that she stayed below. It was best as many of them who could, would. Allowing those above deck to do what needed to be done, so they could get on their way with little to no further issues.<br><br>Amara's attention was drawn from the men in her care as she heard the deep cry of a dragon that was overhead. Yet another complication. She knew most of the men above deck however. They had dealt with this type of thing and worse many times. Just in case however Amara and Narindi would have to get the men patched and back to work quickly. To allow room if another decided to join the ranks of those needing help.<br><br>Amara's attention was drawn to the young storm singer as she rounded a corner, blankets stacked high over her head, hiding her face. Amara shook her head, she was eager to help, to make sure that the men of the crew were safe, it was a good quality but Amara did wonder if perhaps she was going to end up pushing herself to hard. She knew on many occasions there would be times it was needed, but right now the worst off was Rennet, and Amara was just confident enough that she would pull him through. <br><br>She opened the box as Narindi set it down beside her. Inside were needles, bottles of whiskey and other such items that she used when stitching up her fellow crew mates. She let out a laugh as Narindi rushed to gather up water. The way she moved was rather calming in such a time of tension and concern it was a good thing. She tossed the woman a rag as she lifted Rennet's head and slid under him allowing it to rest on her knee.<br><br>"That will need to be wet, folded is so it can be placed on his head without causing problems with his breathing, mostly his forehead and eyes. The other men will recover soon enough, they'll just have to shake a bit of the shock. Our priority right now is Rennet. Getting him back up and active, and making room in case one of the crew above decides to tackle the dragon alone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 15:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest (IT’S MINE!) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br><br><hr>Dalen had scrambled a long way up at the beckoning of his captain, the anchor was secure and he was ready to be the eyes of dawn.&nbsp; A surprisingly large movement from above caught his attention.&nbsp; A large reptilian figure shown in the sunlight, it's enormous wingspan would have boggled or inspired awe in most people.&nbsp; Toesmasher smiled wickedly at the new contact.&nbsp; He was unafraid and unconcerned if that monster came to attack his home, then he would figure out how to slay it. though the answer always remaind to smash everything that threatened to a bloody pulp but this creature was airborne and he was going to have to be creative.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 19:27:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amara, Open<br><br><hr><br>Taking the rag Amara tossed, Narindi soaked it with the night cooled water from the barrel.&nbsp; She watched the healer, curious if she'd notice a difference between her mother's craft and the craft of the woman before her.&nbsp; Both cared deeply for the well being of their crew, that much she could tell.&nbsp; Always a good sign in a healer.&nbsp; Draping the rag over Rennet's forehead she set to settling the blankets over him.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd heard the roar, it was impossible not to.&nbsp; But it was only once her immediate tasks were complete that Amara's comment about a dragon truly registered.&nbsp; “Dragon?&nbsp; Such things are a myth!&nbsp; Do not be silly!&nbsp; Surely it is another explosion.&nbsp; A dragon.&nbsp; Really!”&nbsp; Chuckling to herself and shaking her head, Narindi could not keep from smiling despite the dire situation of an unconscious crewman.&nbsp; Tugging the rag down slightly to cover Rennet's eyes as well, Narindi hovered, ready to aid in any way she could.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 19:37:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/11486_472515519502886_1397050930_n.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character:</strong> <strong>Amara Smite</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard The Rising Sun: below deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi, Open<br><hr> <br><br>Amara carefully lifted Rennet's head as she slowly began to remove the bandage she had put around it. Normally with such things she was in a hurry, but several of the other men were already getting back to their feet, so she had no other real situation that needed to be addressed at the time. So a quick fix wouldn't be needed. Rennet could in fact have her full attention, and of course with the help of Narindi she could make sure things were done even better than if she did them herself.<br><br>Narindi did have a bit of a softer touch than Amara, with her past she was still very distant with some things, though with the help of her new captain she was slowly adjusting. It would just take more time. As Narindi started speaking of the dragon Amara couldn't help but laugh tossing the bandage to Rennet's head aside before moving her fingers through his hair to push it aside as she examined his cut.<br><br>"Well it's either a dragon, or one of the men over head is very hungry." She said with a bit of a smirk as she lifted Rennet's head from her leg, and looked at the back of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 17:53:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> finally free!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, open<br><hr><br>Deshco finished with the ropes, and blinked at the other Haas, arching a brow coolly. One of your crew mates released me to help. Considering the circumstances, I was more use securing the cargo than sitting in the brig. If you want, take it up with the captain, as she's the one that gave me the order to help. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to help get this ship secure before that... he pointed to the dragon in the sky. decides that the ship is a toy. <br><br>Deshco didn't even wait for the other Haas to speak before he went back to securing loose rope and other trip hazards around the deck. He did it mostly on his own, though here and there, various crew members stopped to help or correct his progress, and before too long, the deck was cleared and secured. Deciding that by the mast was as good a place as any, he moved there and stood, awaiting a request for help or an order, but in general trying to stay out of the way, arms crossed over his chest. Now that the vessel was at the mercy of the wind, and the adrenaline from the work was over, he was starting to feel the sea movement, and it didn't sit well with him quite yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 06:12:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Event Post</span></span></strong> <br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Entire Crew.<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Characters:</span> Mainly Amadaiya, a little of Rennet and NCPs.<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Duration For Characters:</span> None/Over<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Duration For Players:</span> None/Over&nbsp; </span> </strong> </div> <br><hr> <br><br>As her ship pulled away from Esum, Amadaiya kept one wary eye upward towards the dragon. Why wasn't it attacking? She didn't understand. Though she was glad it wasn't, certainly. She wondered... she wondered many things. But here was a myth made true. Was this a good or bad omen for the journey ahead? She wasn't sure. She found her mind not really caring at the moment. They were moving away, out to the open sea, where they belonged. She did find herself wondering if she could ever show her ship at Esum again. But, yet again, what mattered now was that they were leaving, safe and sound. Her crew had pulled through for her, in this scuff they had been quick and efficient. Even the house wife and the Draishok. Though she might have a word with whoever let him out later... At least he helped them properly. <br><br><div align="center">****</div> <br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere heading northeast of Esum, in the open sea. <br><strong>Time:</strong> Dusk/dinner time.<br><br>The day had passed without event. Once clear of the city, the captain toured around the ship, seeing what damage was done. Luckily, nothing major. Luckily, they had gotten away without that dragon noticing. As for her <em>prisoner</em>, well she decided he could stay loose for now after he had helped. She still kept an wary eye on him and didn't trust him. She had informed Alu to try and get more information out of him. See what his real story was, and to keep an eye on him. She didn't have time to do so tonight. <br><br>Rennet was still unconscious, but was steady. He lay sleeping where the surgeon had left him, and was dreaming. Pleasant dreams luckily since he had not seen that dragon. <br><br>Dinner was about ready and the crew was mulling around for that. They didn't really have a mess hall to speak of. Their extra room went to cargo and sleeping quarters. So at meal times the crew often gathered either below or above deck, depending on the weather, and ate wherever. The weather was nice this evening, so the tired crew was mulling around above deck, hungry. Amadaiya watched from her usual post on the upper deck by the wheel. She didn't steer the ship right now. They didn't need it. The winds were taking them were they need be....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 02:39:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Above Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Narindi's influence ensured the weather was fair, the winds strong, clouds holding off their rain for the time being.&nbsp; Finding a clear bit of deck she sat with a bowl of sea water.&nbsp; Soaking the bits of dress with Rennet's blood she then rubbed the soiled spot against the wood of the deck in an attempt to clean it.&nbsp; Her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth as she worked, intent on keeping the only clothing she had clean.<br><br>The rest of the crew waited for dinner, being new she expected to receive one of the last servings.&nbsp; She was in no hurry, despite the rumbles in her stomach.&nbsp; All things considered, they were very lucky so a little hunger was nothing to worry over.&nbsp; Rennet appeared to be on the mend, as much as he could be.&nbsp; They didn't lose any crew and the dragon, which she still didn't believe was real, didn't seem to follow them.&nbsp; She was rather disappointed that she didn't get to see the mythical beast, though from the stories those who did see it told made it seem terrifying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 16:56:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest (IT’S MINE!) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br><br><hr>Dalen watched thre seas flow by, even though his eyes would occasionally drift to Narindi.&nbsp; She was easily the most beautiful of the StrunBrinah and that simply made her all the more fascinating.&nbsp; His eyes would turn skyward to make sure the fowl beast wasn't following, and then continue to watch the ship from on high.&nbsp; Dalen was simple, and overall not very intelligent, but he did understand that people had very certain ways of doing things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 16:49:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck in the Galley <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The crew were hungry and she reacted as only she knew how. She set up and offered her services to those who required it. She rummaged and hope that the cook would forgive the indiscretion and instead made her offerings to them. She smiled and yet, something stopped her from really speaking to them; she was afraid but something else. She was nervous for she had never felt so lost or with such a large number of people before. <br><br>It was different when she was at market, she had a job and a purpose, which she did and then went back to her home. Prison had been insular and now suddenly she was unsure of how to react with the people around. So she served up any food they required and then cleared away anything that was left. She smiled occasionally when faced with any comments. When they were fed she cleaned as she had when she waited for her husband to return. Anyone walking in would find her there scrubbing and polishing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 09:06:48</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Above Deck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong>Valarian, Narindi<br><br><br><hr><br>Aramis worked his way down from the rigging after they had gotten further underway and the land had all but vanished on the horizon, the winds and waves still seemed to be ferrying them on quite well. He smiled, feeling proud and honored he had a hand in aiding the process that aided their timely exit. He felt much more than that as he thought of the feeling of his tune blending with Narindi's voice and the way the song seemed to become almost alive, of the strength of the connection he felt with the Stormsinger as they had seemed to be no longer two different instruments but a single perfectly tuned melody unlike anything he had ever heard before.<br><br><em>&lt;I wonder how she is doing, and how Rennet is getting along...I should look for her and see how things went&gt;</em>As Aramis was about to head below decks to hunt for Narindi he caught sight of her in the corner of his vision and saw her attempting to work out the stains of what had been a pristine and quite beautiful dress. He felt bad as he watched the attempt, thinking it might still be early enough that the saltwater would successfully wash the blood from the fabric. He also noted that even slightly bedraggled, and with tongue sticking out in concentration she was still very attractive, and at the moment just adorable as she worked.<br><br><br>Aramis heard his stomach rumble and decided he should get something to eat, he then glanced back at Narindi and saw she had no bowl besides the one she was using for cleaning, indicating she had not yet been served a meal. He knew she had to be worn out as well, for a certainty her voice was. He had heard the pain and hoarseness in it as they headed below decks at the beginning of the chaos. He approached the woman he had seen on deck earlier who seemed to be serving out the meal to the crew. He greeted her with a friendly smile.<br><strong>"Well hello there miss, and welcome aboard. Thank you for the meal today, it smells amazing. Two bowls please, I'm bringing some to friend, extra broth in the second one and a little less for mine to make up the difference, thank you."<br></strong><br><br>After he had gotten the bowls of steaming soup and had them balanced, he didn't want to spill any, he carefully made his way around eating and meandering crew members till he reached Narindi, who was likely still to into her task to notice him right away. <strong>"Hello there miss, is this seat taken?"</strong> He spoke loud enough to be heard but hopefully not enough to startle the woman, when she looked up and responded he would offer the hand that had the broth heavy bowl, hoping it would do some good to her throat. <strong> "Here, you should have something to eat, between that song you pulled off and helping after that crazy explosion you have to be famished."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 04:03:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Above Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis, Dalen, Open<br><br><hr><br>Narindi's stomach clenched and threatened to tear itself free as crewmen passed with their meals.&nbsp; Finally she was safe and yet she seemed intent on punishing her body further.&nbsp; Her throat dry and aching, stomach empty of all but bile.&nbsp; Even her fingers were not spared as she dipped and scrubbed the fabric upon the planking, the salt water and wood scratching at them.&nbsp; The pain was a balm, no matter how it made her suffer.&nbsp; Allowing her to focus on the present rather than on the memories.<br><br>Looking up sharply in surprise at the familiar voice, it took a moment for her smile to find it's way to her lips.&nbsp; Her stomach growled it's gratitude for the offered bowl of soup, causing the pale skin of her cheeks to redden.&nbsp; “My apologies.&nbsp; I thank you for this.&nbsp; Though I do not wish to cause discord by eating before the rest of the crew.”&nbsp; Her own voice was even harsher than before, cracking and faltering as she spoke.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking the offered bowl she set it to the side, gesturing for Aramis to sit.&nbsp; It was as she looked up at him that she noticed the figure of the strange man that both flattered and threatened her earlier.&nbsp; Lifting her hand in a wave she smiled Dalen's direction, taking up the bowl once more and lifting it in his direction in silent invitation.&nbsp; With the offer made she once again set the bowl upon the deck, moving the other bowl of salt water out of the way.&nbsp; <br><br>“Did you see it?&nbsp; The beast?&nbsp; They say it was a dragon but that cannot be.&nbsp; They are simply stories.”&nbsp; Folding her hands in her lap she waited.&nbsp; So ingrained was tradition that she dared not consider so much as sipping from the bowl until the crew that had been on the ship longer were fed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 01:45:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valarian<br><hr> <br><br>He would have hit the other Haas. Arrogant bastard had the nerve to talk back, on a ship that he had tried to stowaway onto, but he had had better things to do at the time. He would toss the piece of dung overboard later, but he certainly wouldn't give him any food. Nor any slack. He had given the man a long string of insults, albeit in a low voice, and told him to go below decks and scrub the floors before he said another word. If he had talked back, Alu would have slit his wrists and toss him into the water to feed the sharks. Today was a bad day, and, unlike the captain, it wasn't his job to keep the morale of the crew up, and so he was in an increasingly foul mood. He wasn't the kind to actually look for a fight when in this state, normally quite passive and friendly, even when angry and irritated, but the Haas, an attempted stowaway, had tried to mouth him off? Him? For real? He put the man in his place, a very, extremely precarious one at that, and took a note to talk to Amara later.<br><br>Once they were at sea, he went back to his own work, finding a young woman there already. He narrowed his eyes, but she was working contentedly, finding no hassle, and Alu smiled and greeted her, helping with the preparation of the food. He spoke to her softly, just giving her directions around his kitchen, and helped with the clean-up afterwards.<br><br>One they were done, he offered her some of the soup that she had made, with a few of his special spices added," Here you go," He said with a bashful smile," A thank you for helping me around here today."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 09:01:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck in the Galley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis, Alumaya<br><hr><br>They wondered in and out asking for food and taking stuff. She smiled at the young man who came in. He seemed to be concerned about one of the woman, the one that had sang. She smiled and she handed him the food, while she knew she had to ration it, she didn't for him appreciating the generous gesture.<br><br>He left and the cook walked in, making her draw in a breath remembering his comments to her above deck. She looked up, her eyes widened and she waited for the anger but it never came.<br><br>She smiled widely, pleased that her work was appreciated. They found a happy medium and started to work together and he spoke to her as if she hadn't cooked before but he seemed pleased and she went with it. When they had served everyone he offered her some food and it made her realise that she was hungry as well, but she hadn't realised it yet.<br><br>He dropped some spices in and she looked, asking what they were curious as it tasted interesting. She looked at him noting he hadn't eaten either.<br><br>"You should join me as you must be hungry as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 20:55:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> finally free!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, open<br><hr><br>Descho spent the rest of his day working below deck, getting used to the movement of the ship. Now that the crisis was over, and they were out at sea, he didn't mind taking orders from the other Haas, though he was constantly on guard. A fight was bound to happen any time now, he knew it, and he needed his weapons back. He'd have to find the captain.<br><br>Deshco finished a couple of large areas below deck, before heading back to topside. Heading to the box of the ship, he leaned against the railing, eyes wide in wonder. Yes, he'd sailed before, but every time was a wonder to him. Anyone looking in on him, could see he was drawn to the ocean, could read his fascination with the thrill of sailing. It was almost like watching a child receive a new toy. He'd remain there until he was approached.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>23-09-2013, 06:55:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper deck, near ship's wheel <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open <br><br><hr> <br><br>Her watchful eye looked over her as they went about their jobs. It was quiet now, as if the chaos of earlier was all but a dream. It certainly felt like a dream. But alas, it was not, and the revelation of the existence of dragons worried her. They were big, power, carnivores. If one spotted a ship alone at sea, it would certainly be a easy target. She worries too because of where they were heading, the less populated north. Less people, could mean more beasts. It usually did. She could only hope that dragons didn't have a taste for human flesh. If they did, she could be leading her crew to their death. She was responsible for them, like a mother was responsible for her children. If she lead them to a place where doom would befall them, that was on her. She had her drives for riches and power. But she also had a conscious, and it seemed to work.<br><br>So, like a mother, she stood over them and watched them. Her eyes fell upon the Haas, she wondered if he would create problems. Some of her men were territorial, hell, she was territorial, and the Haas was not somebody who looked trustworthy right away. Though he had helped them, whether that was out of the goodness of his heart or for his own gain was yet to be seen. Then she glanced down to the Chal'li, another mystery of the day. They couldn't have gotten out without her help, or maintain quite do well. She was now a invaluable member of the crew. Though she seemed to keep mostly to herself. It was good, she supposed, that at least Aramis was making an effort to befriend her and make her feel welcomed. Pirates weren't always welcoming to newcomers, and they now had three on board. All three with mysteries of their own, she wad sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>24-09-2013, 07:45:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Crow's Nest (IT’S MINE!) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br><br><br><hr>Dalen watched with piqued interest as the elf continued to flirt with StrunBriinah.&nbsp; She had just looked up and waved for Dalen to join them down below.&nbsp; He hooked his Ax over and began the rapid but complex descent to the deck to join the others for food.&nbsp; As he slid close enough to just lope to the deck he heard mention of the great sapphire beast from earlier.<br>"Aye twas a big beasty wasn't it?" He landed with no sound besides his voice, "I figure we could have taken it, what with me ax and everyone else at the least being competent with a blade."<br>He padded closer the Ax blade easily two feet over his head.&nbsp; He looked at the two in stolid silence afterward, accepting his bowl, but waiting to eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>24-09-2013, 20:49:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valarian<br><hr> <br><br>He smiled and nodded," I will. It is my custom to make sure all aboard the ship have eaten or been offered food before I eat myself. Right now, the food that we have is varied, as he stored some perishable food for the first few days of trip, and will use those first. Then, as the trip lingers, we will use the dried bread and meats, the crackers and dried fruits. The foods that will last. Then my work begins as I will have to make the food according to our rations of both water and food. Make sure none of the men take more than is their share. And believe me," He said with a smile as he served himself," They will try."<br><br>He moved over to her, but instead of finding a seat, he sat cross-legged on the ground. He had always found this more comfortable than chairs or even just a seat off the ground on a barrel or a crate. He leaned back on one of the pillars of the underdeck, and started to eat, using a spoon and his fingers, working nimbly to getting the food quickly into his mouth, but he took his time, enjoying the taste of his own food. It wasn't professional work, he knew, but it was still good, and somehow taste better for having been made by his own hands.<br><br>"So tell me," He said softly, looking up," Why were you so desperate to find passage on our vessel?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 10:16:45</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Above Deck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi<br><br><br><hr><br>Aramis found his own cheeks groing hot, not with any kind of embarrassment, but from anger that any ship would require feeding be followed by a system of seniority rather than simply by being on the crew and having done an honest days work as expected. And he knew there would be non among the crew that would question her share in getting them safely out of port today. Fortunately he was able to calm himself before changing colors to reveal his mood. The last thing he wanted was for her to think any such anger was directed at her.<br><br>"There are no such rules on <em>this</em> ship, all who have put in work aboard eat as they happen to get served, if we had to wait for when the captain ate,hell we might wind up with a mutiny. Besides that you did as much if not more than anyone today. No, actually you did more so since you taxed yourself so when your what your body <em>needs</em> is healing. You sacrificed of yourself for every member of this crew today in a way no one else of us can." He smiled softly as he again motioned to her bowl of soup.<br><br>"Now eat up, please, and no more objections or I'll get the Doc over here and have her help me hold you down and force-feed you," He said this in a half-joking manner, but he did fully intend to make sure she did not wait and insist on punishing herself needlessly like this any longer and his sincere concern for her came across in his voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>29-09-2013, 03:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Above Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis, Dalen, Open<br><br><hr><br>As Dalen joined them, Narindi gave a smile of genuine pleasure at his company.&nbsp; The two men were so very different and yet in the little time she'd spent with both she'd enjoyed every moment of it.&nbsp; Except for the brief flash of fear when she made the mistake of speaking poorly of Dalen's height.&nbsp; <br><br>“If you are sure it will not breach the laws of the ship?”&nbsp; She looked between the two, not wanting to do wrong on the one place of refuge she'd managed to find in her new life.&nbsp; Taking up the bowl of soup she sipped, letting the warm liquid spill over her lips and down her aching throat.&nbsp; Truly she'd pushed herself too far that burned as it did.&nbsp; There was a wince and she blinked a few times as her blue rimmed brown eyes suddenly began to water before she lowered the bowl.&nbsp; <br><br>“I think perhaps when the wounded have been seen to I will speak with the healer.&nbsp; I worry about the branding, the damage it has done.&nbsp; But enough of that for now.&nbsp; Tell me of the dragon!&nbsp; What did it look like?&nbsp; Did it breathe fire?&nbsp; Why do think it appeared?&nbsp; Is it the last of it's kind, do you think?”&nbsp; Occasional gusts insisted on lifting her dark curls until Narindi could bear no more.&nbsp; Nestling the bowl between her crossed legs she gathered back her hair, twisting it and turning it in upon itself until she had it secured in a knot at the base of her neck.&nbsp; She worked with a practiced ease, her focus on the others and awaiting their answers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>29-09-2013, 22:25:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck in the Galley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya<br><hr><br>She smiled at the man across from her as he settled himself on the floor. He seemed so comfortable there but she preferred the table as she remembered the prison and a shadow cast across her face. She had had to survive there and eating on the floor might be something he felt comfortable doing but she remembered the cold hard cell.<br><br>She turned away from him, clearing her plate and washed them, then moved on to wiping down the table and counter. She looked at him when he spoke, her eyes shadowed.<br><br>"I had some trouble...the kind that follows you everywhere..." she whispered and carried on working. She knew she had to deflect before he wanted to know more. "What brought you to this here ship?" she asked, hoping that he would talk instead of asking her too many questions.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>01-10-2013, 07:01:22</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Above Deck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi, Dalen<br><br><hr><br>"Yes, I am certain, eat and be at ease. And I think seeing our healer would be a very good idea, I'm sure she will be able to do something to help the mending," Aramis replied before turning to the arriving Dalen and greeting him with a friendly nod.<br><br>"Yes, I am sure we could have taken the creature if we needed too, but I am glad things did not come to that, it would be a shame to have to end the life of such a majestic, and legendary creature so soon before it's time.<br><br>From what stories our people tell I think our visitor was still a good ways off from it's prime, or even adulthood based on it's size. As to what it looked like, it was deep sapphire, reminded me of some pockets of water well below the ocean. Then when the sun caught the scales, the beast shone as if it were made of gemstone.<br><br>I certainly hope that was not last of such creatures, and I feel fairly sure it is not. Even as the seas still hold many secrets and mystery, even to my people, so too I feel the lands and skies above hold their fair share as well, especially the skies.<br><br>What are your thoughts and what are the stories told of such creatures among your people, Dalen?"<br><br>While so far he and Dalen had gotten along well enough, Aramis had really not stopped to have much conversation with the man. He hadn't avoided him, just their paths did not cross that often, what with Dalen in the crow's nest and Aramis often working beneath the waves, so he was interested in his reply.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>13-10-2013, 03:49:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> deck having soup.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open {Narindi, Aramis}<br><br><br><br><br><hr>"It was..." Numbers had never been a strong suit of the berserker, "bigger then a bear, and gleamed like blue gems, um sapphires, I think?"<br>"It's wings at least as wide as the mainsail. It had nasty lookin' claws and the scales looked thicker then a snake's.&nbsp; It would have been a fun challenge to fight it, the bigger the beasty the greater the glory."<br>He nodded at that last statement like it was fact.&nbsp; His mind rolled over to what kind of blood it would bleed.<br>"I hear some dragons eat the hoard and carry it wit' them the hole time."<br>He quaffed his steaming hot soup like the heat didn't bother him, as in fact it didn't.<br>"They also say that taking down a dragon is the greatest glory one can achieve on their own," he said after gulping his soup, "at least that is what the Elder StrunBriinah of me clan always said."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>15-10-2013, 22:18:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valarian<br><hr> <br><br>His eyes flickered, seeing more than he was sure that he was meant to, but keeping it to himself as he saw the golden-haired woman react to his seat and, more importantly, his words. He went silent as she finished and washed her dish, avoiding answering the question for long enough to be able to develop a response. She saw it as an attack, subconsciously , and had immediately shown it on her face, retracting herself from the conversation like a clam from danger. It was an interesting observation, to say the least.<br><br>Her answer was appropriately cryptic, and the deflection in the form of a question that was similar to his own was to be expected. The look of mild comprehension left his face. She didn't want to talk about it and, while he was interested, mildly, he wasn't interested enough to risk pushing too far and pulling out this woman's bad side. He didn't really need to know more.<br><br>"Me?" He asked softly," Well, I used to be a part of a traveling circus, was their cook too, as well as... well, I was part of the act, but I was something of a guard for the troupe too. Not a lot of people expected someone of my, well, stature to have much fight in him, and they tended to be wrong. Unfortunately, we.... were separated, and without anything else coming to me, the captain graciously allowed me to be a part of her crew. I've been with her for... what, maybe 5 months now, and she hasn't given me any reason to leave."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 21:28:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><hr><br>Deshco was finally hungry enough to eat, considering the sea hadn't sat well with him at first. Now his stomach had settled, the Haas was looking for food. A couple of people had thanked him for his help on the deck, a few others regarded him warily. he had attempted to stow away onto the ship, albeit his reasons were sound at the moment. He still needed his weapons, and to talk to the captain. She might have been down in the kitchen. Pulling back his hood and lowering his cowl, the male stepped into the kitchen, looking for the cook, who's name he had gathered from the crew.<br><br>Excuse me... I was told I might be able to get something to eat from... Alumaya? he struggled with the name, since it was foreign to him. He recognized the Haas from early was was instantly on guard, though he didn't know the Haas was also the cook. Still, a pleasant expression was on his face, and he tried to look as non-threatening as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>17-10-2013, 11:49:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck in the Galley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Descho<br><hr><br>She smiled at the cook feeling a little guilty at her dismissal of his question but knowing that the few people that knew of her time in prison and the murder of her husband the better. She didn't anymore people looking at her as if she were something different and strange. She also knew the ship was full of people on the run and anyone of them would hand her over to save themselves. <br><br>"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound brusque. It's too long a story to tell for this time. The circus you say? That sounds interesting." she said remembering a time when she and her husband had attended a show like that. The circus had come into the village for a few weeks and attracted attention.<br><br>Her head came up as a man walked in. She recognised him as the one who had helped on deck but there was something between him and the cook, but she wasn't sure what it was and if it was about to bubble over. So instead she decided to intervene as she didn't want to be caught inbetween the trouble. <br><br>"I'm Valarian. Sit down and I'll get you something to eat. As you can see Alumaya is still eating his dinner and I have finished." she said smiling softly and indicated the chair before quickly gathering up some food and placing it on the table for him. "So you're the one they had threatened to kill? What's your story?" she asked glad that there was someone else to take the line of questions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 17:48:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Above Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis, Dalen, Open<br><br><hr>Sipping at the water Aramis brought, Narindi listened to the two.&nbsp; Her hunger was momentarily forgotten as they described the dragon.&nbsp; Looking upwards she scanned the skies, hoping that perhaps it did choose to follow them and she'd catch a glimpse.&nbsp; It sounded beautiful and fearsome, something to be witnessed.&nbsp; A gurgle in her stomach reminded her of her body's demands, causing her to blush and smile in embarrassment out of fear the men heard it.&nbsp; <br><br>Bringing the bowl to her lips she hesitated, lowering it once more to add some of the cool water.&nbsp; With the soup watered down she once more lifted the bowl, drinking deeply as her stomach overrode any worry about her throat.&nbsp; It was not until that moment she realized how ravenously hungry she'd become.&nbsp; Her throat ached from swallowing but she could not bring herself to stop, barely tasting the soup as she emptied the bowl.&nbsp; Eyes closed as she savored the feeling of eating once more.<br><br>Licking her lips she opened her eyes, looking between the two and then down at the wooden deck.&nbsp; “My apologies.&nbsp; It seems I was hungrier than I thought.”&nbsp; Hoping to keep the conversation on things not involving her, she quickly added.&nbsp; “Have you seen many wonders on this ship?&nbsp; While my people have a tie to the ocean and sail as soon as they can stand, they do not explore.&nbsp; Instead keeping to the places they can raid.&nbsp; Is it true then?&nbsp; Are there great beasts that rise from the depths of the ocean far from land?&nbsp; Places where the water is so still and pure the night sky seems to swallow the ship entirely?”&nbsp; There was a wistfulness in her voice, betraying her heartfelt desire to see such majesties. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>25-10-2013, 20:38:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valarian, Descho<br><hr> <br><br>Alu was immediately on guard when the other Haas entered the room. He had a long memory over dealings like they had had, and Descho's arrogant and ungrateful tone was was not forgotten, likely wouldn't be. He stroked the handles of his whips with thoughts that would not have pleased the captain in their nature, but no, he would not flog the character. Not until he deserved it for more than talking. His actions would prove if her was worthy to sail on this ship, and so far, his actions were not all bad, if not all good either. So he deserved some respect for that. Not a whole lot, but some. His hands moved away from the mahogany handles of his whips.<br><br>"Sit back down please, Valarian," Alu said softly, standing as he placed his now empty plate near where they would be washing the dishes, and he turned to Descho, his face dark but not entirely threatening," After your stunt earlier today, I am half-inclined to see to it that you spend a few more days in the brig with no food. But it won't be said that I don't feed my crew as well as I possibly can, and the captain seems to have taken you to heart a bit, stowaway, and I trust her judgement."<br><br>"However, I won't have my people," Odd how he was referring to the men like that, but as the cook, he felt a sort of responsibility for them," Being spoiled or served in any way, and you are no exception," He looked over at Valerian and picking up another wooden bowl and spoon, he shoved them into his kinsman's hands," You pull your own weight here, sailor," He emphasized the last word and moved away," Those that don't are left off at the next port of call."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>25-10-2013, 21:09:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Valarian, open.<br><hr><br>Deshco remembered the man as he spoke, and forced himself to relax at his words. Still, the man was not without his reasons. He had tried to stowaway, and was not ashamed of his actions. And well, the captain had told him to be of use once someone had freed him from the brig, so he didn't regret talking back to the other Haas when the matter came up. At Alumaya's words, he nodded slightly, giving a slight bow as well in deference to a superior. I will do my best to learn fast and earn my keep. I hope that you'll have a small measure of patience, given that this will be my first time on a ship as crew, not just a passenger. he said lightly, his tone polite and respectful. He took the bowl and spoon, and moved to himself a modest portion of the food. He was no glutton, so it was no big deal for him to refrain from excess. <br><br>Deshco found a place to sit near Valarian, turning to address her now, since she had addressed him. He put on a charming smile, and tilted his head a little. I'm a Haas Filoth. We are nomads and wanderers by nature, so I have taken it to the next level, leaving my homeland to actually see the world. The Goddess called me, I feel. She drew me to this port, though misfortune is what led me to this ship. Though in hind-sight, I was not so unfortunate, considering this ship happened to be taking crew, and I have always wanted to sail the seas. And it looks now like I can follow my dreams. he said, taking a spoonful of the soup, making a pleased sound. The food was delicious. He didn't know how to cook this well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>26-10-2013, 22:39:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck in the Galley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Descho<br><hr><br>She was surprised and taken aback by the Cook's reaction. She was trying to be friendly but there seemed to have been something more going on and Valarian knew better than to question anymore than she needed. When she had got on the ship, all she knew was that they had threatened to kill the man before her, yet there seemed to be an underlying current of animosity between him and the Cook. She sat back down, not wanting to antagonise the situation anymore than she needed to.<br><br>Instead she watched them circle each other like prize fighters until the Cook told him to get his own food. She had been serving people all night so she didn't see how one more would make a difference but it was ultimately his kitchen and as Descho collected his food and sat down, she cast him and the Cook a friendly smile in the hope of calming tensions.<br><br>"Well you seem to be doing fine." she responded to Descho looking at Alu in the hope that he would agree as he seemed to be on edge. The man seemed friendly enough as he explained who he was and spoke in a easy tone. <br><br>"I'm just a little country girl but you two seem to know each other or the like? While I may have some knowledge of the lands I am afraid I do not know the story behind the Haas Filoth...my life was a bit of a sheltered one..." she finished softly, realising that she may have said too much in her effort to ease everyone else she had spoken of herself. "I think we were both fortunate that the captain was taking crew." she finished looking at both men as they knew exactly what she meant.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 08:14:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper deck, near ship's wheel <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> those within the Klkitchen, open.<br><hr> <br><br>Her stomach was grumbling for lack of food, though she made no immediate pull to go find anything. Food was never her top priority, the needs of the crew came first. But, her crew seemed fine and what she soon needed to tell them would be better said on a full stomach. Without further ado, she left her serene post. <br><br>She made her way downward across decks and below. She could've just had a crewmen bring her something, yes. But she wished to speak with the Cook anyway. He was the only Haas on her ship besides the new stowaway, she wanted to know what he expected. Though she knew he wouldn't know much, having not been even raised by his own people. Perhaps he could provide some insight. The people of the dessert did not often come around ships of the sea, so she knew little of them. Though she had dealt in trade with then before, as they made beautiful weapons. <br><br>She made her way into the kitchen only to see both the stowaway and the woman on the run there. Perhaps they would find kindred spirits in each other. Though she still wasn't convinced either was trustworthy, especially the man. <br><br>She gave a silent nod to them each before turning to approach the Cook. "Good evening, Alumaya. What have you fixed for us tonight?" She asked as she peered over the pots. Amadaiya's own skills leant nothing to the kitchen. Even as a young young woman, she neither took to it or was expected to. With her family's wealth, they had servants. From that to pirate, she never developed such skills or the desire to learn them. So, compared to Alu, she was really quite clueless about cooking. Which is one reason why he was such a valuable member of her crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 08:15:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/Shirtless-Spain-hetalia-spain-25906801-700-700.jpg)</div> <strong>NPC:</strong> Rennet <br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Whoever's around. <br><hr> <br><br>The elf stirred, dimly aware of life. His body ached with the pain which his injuries brought. His mind was at first still mostly unconscious, but it slowly came back. He recalled the fall, then nothing. That at least explained the pain. He was now aware of the familiar rocking of the ship. He was glad he was used to it and it was even a comfort. Like a mother rocking her infant. Otherwise he might've been made sick by it, he felt kind if sick anyway just from the pain.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't try to open his eyes right off, instead he struggled to regain himself. To think. To recall exactly what had happened. He could, but once the fall came it was all black nothingness. He thought he felt bandages on, it seemed the Doc had perhaps patched him up.<br><br>Finally he risked opening his eyes only find himself in familiar settings. The dimly lit bunk below deck. At least be was still where he was suppose to be. He listened for sounds of others around, he thought he heard people. But even with his sensitive ears, it was difficult to pick anything up. There was still a lost and a ringing within them. No doubt a result from his head injury. "Hello?" He called out softly, not risking sitting up yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDreadPirateRoberts</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 08:32:29</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Aramis Orrkai <strong>Location:</strong> Above Deck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Narindi, Dalen<br><br><hr><br>Aramis resisted the urge to grin at the mental image of Dalen single-handedly taking on the dragon, and likely winning in the process. He couldn't make up his mind to picture it being with his great axe or perhaps with his teeth embedded in the creatures neck, the image that had made him almost laugh, though he could almost see the man across from him actually pulling it of if he put his mind to it.<br><br>"I could indeed see how felling such a beast would be a feat of great honor and glory to be sure. To be sure all of such a creature would be of great use and worth down to its smallest parts, even on a young one such as what we encountered."<br><br>He <em>did</em> allow himself to smile as he observed Narindi's thorough enjoyment of the evenings well-deserved meal. As she again apologized, although having done nothing worthy of such, to his mind at least, he thought that at least on the positive side she should have no trouble adapting to life on this ship. Even though a sailing life was by no means an easy one, it would seem to be easier than that which she had been raised among. <br><br>"As for the wonders seen aboard this ship, well Dalen has sailed with her longer than I, but as for the wonders of the sea in general.....Oh aye, there are many great beasts out in the depths, the likes of which, well if I described them to you, you would call me the teller of tall-tales until you have laid eyes upon them yourself. <br><br>On some nights the very seas that seem to become a second night sky grant on a vision into the very depths on a new moon or cloudy night and one can glimpse straight down to the outlines of glimmering denizens that appear small at first, until you realize just how far down a glimpse you are having as you realize what you took for odd specks are actually a school of fish being chased towards the surface. Of course when you realize as they keep getting closer that the fish are close to your size and that once smaller outline is <em>Much </em> larger than you&nbsp; and both are headed up directly beneath you...let's say the mezmerizing effect is broken till you can swim the heck out of the way and observe from a safe distance again," He finished the last part with a good-natured laugh at himself, remembering vividly the first time such had happened on his solitary travels. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 04:00:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> deck having soup.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open {Narindi, Aramis}<br><br><br><br><br><hr>Dalen grinned at the memories of the sea creatures he had felled.<br>"The one had loads of arms, curled 'em round the ship it did.&nbsp; Loads of hackin' em later a great face popped out the sea.&nbsp; I jumped on it's squishy thing and cut out the eye.&nbsp; We ate well for the next week on that dittty.&nbsp; Alumaya made a grand ol' feast outta that'n. Were ye there for that'n Aramis? I ferget what the cook called the beasty. It put up a right struggle, et'd some the sailors too."<br>The Midget Maniac eyed the strunbriinah to measure her reaction to his story.<br>"There were those git pirates too, aye, that was just sad.&nbsp; I donae remember doin' anythin'.&nbsp; They said something about me being a midget and when I next know it, there is blood everyplace and chunks of meat on the sails."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>08-11-2013, 20:14:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Valarian, Descho<br><hr> <br><br>Alu grumbled a bit as he sat himself back down, mumbling something half-audible about how they hadn't been taking on crew, and in fact had been about to sail when all the events of the day had transpired. But it was drowned out by the other two talking and he crossed his, arms, taking on a calm look, taking deep breaths and his hands settling on his lap. Feeling more relaxed now, his breathing deep and calm, he leaned back into the beam that was against his back. He felt like sleeping now. Today had been one of the most stressful first days of a voyage that he had ever had, and it likely wasn't going to get better. When it came to food, they always rounded up, so that there was always more than what they actually needed, in case of emergencies. It was a good policy, he thought. But now that they had more people aboard, that meant that their buffer was that much thinner.<br><br>He jumped up suddenly when the captain came in, his eyes looking to the other two, making sure that they weren't causing any trouble," Evening, Captain," He grunted, looking over to the pot of stew and the basket full of bread," We got us a chicken and vegetable stew, ma'am, along with some of me special spices. There's some black bread too, if you have a keen for that, along with some apples in that barrel there. Just making sure we eat the perishable food before it goes off. We also have some ale or, if you're in the mood for some harder drinking, some spirits," He pointed out where each item was as he mentioned them. He wanted to ask her some things concerning their voyage, concerning the newcomers, the food, and the eventful start. But now was not the time and here, with two of the people about whom he needed to talk to the captain about here, was not the place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>15-11-2013, 15:07:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck in the Galley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Descho, Captain<br><hr><br>The Captain walked in and all eyes were upon her as she came in search of food. She acknowledged them with a nod and Valarian felt her conversation dry up. She withdrew into herself, trying to disappear altogether. She wasn't sure what would be said or done. She breathed a small sigh of relief when it seemed the Captain was more interested in the cook than her.<br><br>She quickly tried to keep her face impassive so not to let on that she was nervous. This woman was imposing with the power to be rid of her so, Valarian felt safer just sitting silently and focusing on a spot she saw at the table. She was aware that that Descho had been talking to her but for the moment she was finding it hard to focus on anything but her own concern.<br><br>Learning to survive had taught her that if she put her head down and worked hard she would be fine and for the moment she had the shrinking violet stance that seemed to leave her unnoticed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 16:43:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Narindi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Above Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramis, Dalen, Open<br><br><hr>“Do you not know fear Dalen?&nbsp; You speak of taking on such beast as I would speak of walking across the deck.&nbsp; Truly I have never met one of your ferocity, even among the fiercest warriors of my people. If any survived an encounter with you, I am certain you would be the subject of many tales and songs.”&nbsp; <br><br>Drinking deeply of her water until it too was gone, Narindi set aside both bowls, daintily wiping the corners of her mouth with her hands.&nbsp; Looking between her companions, a nagging question finally burst forth.&nbsp; “Aramis, what is it like under the ocean? Have you seen the souls of the dead?&nbsp; It is where we believe our souls go.&nbsp; I…I’ve tried to join them more than once only to have the sea reject me.&nbsp; Have you seen the spirits, the great ones?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 08:05:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Valarian, Amadaiya, open.<br><hr><br>Deshco turned his gaze as the captain walked in, setting his bowl aside and giving an elaborate bow of respect for his superior. Once he was certain he would not cause offense, he resumed his seat and finished his meal. He sat back and watched the captain and Alu with keen eyes. There was not much the Haas missed. He finally turned his attention back to Valarian. So tell me... why is it you shut down when people approach? Your past must be a heavy burden. he said softly, so they wouldn't quite be overheard. Being a fighter, he could read a person's body language, all the better when the person wasn't actually trying to hide it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 11:46:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck in the Galley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Descho, Captain, open<br><hr><br>She hadn't counted on the others noticing her much as she tended to to fade a little into the background. She noticed the man she had been talking to her look at her curiously. He saw something and while she struggled to counter he grew out his question, completely&nbsp; flummoxing her. In prison people left one alone if they were quiet and made no trouble, but it seemed that she was destined to be put on trial over and over again. Her crime was terrible but she also knew that she had paid in spades. If they knew then she would have to pay some more. They would look upon her with a darkness that the rest did and she wasn't ready for that yet. Walking the plank wasn't on the agenda for the moment.<br><br>Instead she squared her shoulders a little and tried to appear nonchalant. The cook had asked his questions too and she had remained evasive, though she was sure that with this man she would have to be careful. She smiled at him, a shy smile.<br><br>"My burdens are no heavier then those of the other people on board this ship. If I recall you have your own, especially with the cook it seems." She spoke evenly and hoping for the right tone for he had been friendly towards her and she bore him no ill feeling. She sighed, "My troubles are not the kind that should be heard out loud. They are what hide in the shadows." She whispered softly hoping that she wouldn't be overheard as a shadow of sadness crossed her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 21:17:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Valarian, Amadaiya, open.<br><hr><br>Deshco quirked a brow slightly, recognizing inner pain when he saw it. He had his own demons chasing him. "Perhaps, then, it be a story for when no other ears are present. To have survived, you surely have a warrior's spirit." He said lightly. To the nomad, fighting was the way of life, with how combative his people were. He could recognize that in others. " don't assume I'll think worse of you for whatever burdens you. We al must do what we can to live in these times." He murmured to her
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 06:44:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> those within the Kitchen, open.<br><hr> <br><br>She raised an eyebrow at the Haas's bow of respect. A act she hadn't been used to in many a year, since she sailed the high seas. Though it didn't offend her. She also made no move to openly speak to him or the timid seeming woman<br>&nbsp;Though she did acknowledge his bow by giving a nod in return before passing forward to tgr attention of the cook. <br><br>She smiled at his list of variety in food. "Yes. Thus why we always have the best food after making land somewhere." She wondered what food they would have where they were soon to have. But this wasn't the time or the place for that. The stronger spirits were tempting, but she would save that for what she had for her private store after the speech this evening. "I'll have some stew, bread and ale if you don't mind." She told him before turning back to the other two who seemed to be quietly discussing something. Seemed they had perhaps found kindred spirits in each other. "I'm guessing neither of you have sailed before. How are you fairing with the rocks of the sea. Many do quite poorly their first voyage."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 11:00:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://haircutshairstyles.us/wp-content/uploads/short-wavy-hairstyles-2013-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Valarian Renfold<br><strong>Location:</strong> Below deck in the Galley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alumaya, Descho, Captain, open<br><hr><br>She smiled at Descho enamoured by his words, though she knew that people often said things to be kind, but not really meaning it. The was something warmer though in his actions towards her that made her relax a little with him and felt less tense in the environment she was in. <br><br>She started a little when she realised that the captain was speaking to them and she braced her herself for a response.<br><br>"This has certainly been a strange day, with the emergence of the dragon and the explosions that I forgot about being ill." She replied to the captain. "My apologies but what does one call you on the ship as I have never been on a vessel like this before so it is all new to me?" She asked, realising that that maybe she spoke out of turn and she blushed a little, trying to hide the actual pink that stole across her cheeks. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 00:16:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Amadaiya Solaris&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All <br><strong>Time:</strong> Two hours after sunrise, second sun rise since dragon (3rd IC day)<br><hr> <br><div style="text-align: justify;">It had come, the moment she would revealed to her crew just where they would soon be heading. Since they were sailing out in the middle of the ocean, none of them could jump ship because they decided she was crazy. They would have a few days to think on it before they reached their next stop. They only had one, a singular town before heading to the barren north. A journey even she questioned the sanity of. But what thy would supposedly find there would be worth it. <br><br>She gave a young woman a nod, who then proceeded to ring the bell which got the crew's attention. Amadaiya stepped forward to the edge of the railing and looked over her command as they gathered to listen. Tucking her hands behind her back, she waited for them to file in and find order in their placement before she finally spoke. "Attention!" She called out singularly to draw any lingering idleness but to face her. "As you are somewhat aware, we are heading on a voyage towards the north. What you have not been made aware of is how far or why." She paused, making sure all were now fully attentive upon her. "I have in my possession a map which belonged to the legendary Captain Locke. Many of you are familiar with some of his fleets. Many more of you should be made familiar with them. This map leads into Nykia, the frozen wasteland of the north. As you all know, this is a dangerous place for any ship to venture." <br><br>She looked over them all, trying to recognize their responses. Some of them seemed excited, some angry, some fearful. Ships that ventured that far north, usually didn't come back. "If you do not wish to partake in this monumental journey, then you best get off of my ship at the next town, the Elvin city of Koaine. It will be our last stop at a civilized location for quite some time." She noticed a few sighs of relief at the option to get off. Though some people still looked angry about the whole matter. Some of the older sailors undoubtedly thought she was taking the ship to its death. These were many of the same who still had issue with a woman being captain. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>03-03-2014, 20:14:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> Deshco Corran<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upper Deck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amadaiya, open.<br><hr><br>Deshco was on deck when the captain came up to address the crew. He finally had his sea legs under him, and was moving about as fluidly on the ship as he did on land. The lean male leaned against the main mast, keeping his view on the captain as she prepared to speak. When her words came forth, he remained silent, taking it all in, weighing out his options once it was revealed where they were intending to go. Well, the Haas was set for adventure, and while he despised cold, he was willing to go wherever his Gods wanted him to be. Once she fell silent and let the crew mutter angrily, he spoke up.<br><br>I'll follow you Captain. I joined for adventure, not for safety. If my blades be useful to you, then on the ship I'll remain. the hooded Haas said, his voice accented by his nomadic upbringing. Sure, some looked at him as if he was crazy, and a grin was all he met them with. Normally, Deshco was silent, and spoke only when he was spoken to, so to some, it might have been a surprise to hear him speak openly. However, he decided to let it be known where he had cast his lot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voyage of the Rising Sun: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 02:49:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> deck having soup.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open {Narindi, Aramis}<br><br><br><br><br><hr>"Fear?" Dalen smiled wolfish to the last, "Aye, it be the stink o' the piss runnin down the legs of mine enemies I wager. Nay, I the smallest of the clan and I take'm all on.&nbsp; Fear nothing fer death comes for ye no matter scared or na.&nbsp; I figure I'll rip that'n apart too, death and 'is frilly robes."<br>Dalen was watching the storm sister eagerly and then, "Songs are good aye, but kicking deaths arse sounds the better to me, eh?"
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