7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1
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				Title: <strong>7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 22:34:49</strong>
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				<em>Darkness.<br><br>Shouts.<br><br>The crash of water on the deck, and screams of those caught beneath the flail of the sea.<br><br>Your recollection is fuzzy, as memory and consciousness war. The feel of the sun on your skin contrasts with the freezing spray that chills you to the bone. The raucous shrieks of gulls overlays on the roar of winds, the creaking of timber stressed almost beyond endurance and the hum of rope and canvas. <br><br>Slowly consciousness prevails, driving the memory of the storm back where it belongs, and you manage to stir. <br><br>The sand under face is drying, but still bears the marks of the tide that laps at your ankles. Pushing yourself up right your can look around, seeing other figures stirring up and down the beach. Two score of yards from you, a rocky headland shelters the cove, rising only a few meters, but enough to cut your view of what might lie beyond. Behind you, the ship you had been traveling on lies gutted on the rocks perhaps fifty yards offshore, listing to one side, a hole clear and visible from here driven through the hull that sits far lower in the water than it should.<br><br>The storm that blew down on your from the North carried you for a day and perhaps part of a night. The darkness of the tempest made time almost an abstract, and survival a matter of each moment at a time.<br><br>Now, though ...<br><br>Now you need to figure out where you are, and what options are open to you.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 23:04:02</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291073.msg14291084#msg14291084)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Day 1, Washed Up On A Beach<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br><hr><br><em><strong>"Thrice buggered mother of all prophets, I need a drink,"</strong></em> is a certain petite pest's first wry vocalization as she regains her bearings with something more like <em>terra firma</em> under her now bare feet as slowly works her way further up the beach, stretching and groaning as her tiny body protests any further exertion.&nbsp; Finally she turns to cast her gaze back on what's left of Wave Dancer.&nbsp; Her face screws up into the grimmest, most sober expression anyone's seen on her.<br><br><strong>"Well...she's a complete loss, 'atsa for sure.&nbsp; No-a patchin' that hole!"</strong>&nbsp; She snorts, shakes her head.&nbsp; <strong>"Next-a time, Zio Carlo can-a jus' find another errand girl to-a make-a this passage!&nbsp; I'mma walk instead."</strong><br><br>She turns her attention to helping the others, if anyone needs a steadying hand or a bit of help, heedless of the chill from sodden clothes or the ample preview of her slender form as they cling uncomfortably.&nbsp; There are more important things afoot at the moment, and she is a practical young woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2018, 12:33:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Malcyn, Healer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291073.msg14291297#msg14291297 target=new)</span><br>Time: Day 1<br>Location: A sandy shore<br>Tagging: All<br><br><hr><br>Malcyn bolted upright when he awoke, eyes opening wide as the screams of fellow passengers trapped below deck echoed in his ears. The ship! The captain! Where were they? The young healer turned his head, frantically searching for survivors as he regained his wits, the horrors of the night fading in the light of day. The remains of the Wave Dancer were easily found, like a crippled whale she lay in the water not far from the shore. Shielding his eyes against the sun, Malcyn winced when he spotted the giant hole in the ship's hull. He'd been wrong; the Wave Dancer wasn't merely crippled. What he looked at, were a dead ship's remains, and he wondered how much longer the rocks would keep her from the hungry waves.<br><br>From the Wave Dancer, his gaze fell to a small figure walking across the beach, clearly offering help to the others washed ashore. Untangling himself from his sodden cloak, Malcyn pushed to his feet with the intention of joining her, and froze, hands traveling to the utility belt around his waist where only his rapier lingered. Oh no! His tools! His mouth went dry, and he was close to panicking when his gaze fell on a small black satchel, half buried in the sand. He darted towards it, and dropped to his knees, opening the bag to check its contents. Giddy with relief to find his tools intact, he shut his eyes and exhaled slowly before rising to his feet again. Feeling whole again, with his medkit returned, Malcyn went to make his rounds, checking on those who had made it ashore, both the moving and unmoving, to see where his aid was needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>23-07-2018, 15:57:24</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Captain Morgan</strong>, Down on his luck pirate-captain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290429.msg14273321#msg14273321)<br><div class="floatleft">(https://conceptartempire.com/images/02/3860/01-hardened-pirate.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Day 1, unknown beach<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Introduction/Everyone<br><strong>Pirate level:</strong> 38%<br><hr><br>He startled. His right hand twitched. "Told that bastard ta cut the main sails." He bemoaned, lifting what was in his hand weakly. It was a bottle. <br><br>"Bad news ever'one. The Rum's..." He hesitated, noticing a slight swishing and lifting the bottle to his lips nonchalantly. "The Rum's gone. Ach kchh..." He coughed, gulping down the vile remains of his drink and hit his chest in standing up, seeming more bothered by annoyance than rattled by the tragedy. He glanced over to Marsilia, peripherally registering her words. "Well, at least folks 'ere got their priorities straight." He regarded the helpful Marsilia and Malcyn, staring at anyone that dared look at him with concern, or worse, offer a helping hand, before chuckling, mirthfully.<br><br>"Takes more than a little shipwreck to kill Captain Morgan, nay need to be worrying on me behalf, ladies." He lifted his empty bottle to stare down into it, pondering. "Anyone got a peepers monocle left about?" He waved his hands, indicating a spyglass. "Bloody lost mine." In exchange for rum, that was, but details. <br>He looked over to the rocks, pondering taking a look. Then again, thinking about it....<br>"Well, might as well be checking for survivors!" He declared. Just that, he was not really. Terrible thing this crash, must have left a lot of poor jewlery and perhaps a new pair of boots without an owner. Such injustice, Morgan Di'Rebareth would not stand.. so he approached the nearest dead-seeming sailor and closely examine their boots, before trying to liberate them, unashamedly informing anyone questioning him that:<br>"This is quite medicinal, too much pressure on yer feet is a terrible malady, relieving it, perhaps I reckon they can still be saved... hrmn.. no nay reaction.. welp, I better keep those boots, lest they kill anyone else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marie Reynolds</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 20:37:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/athesia/images/7/75/Princess_lauralye_by_selenada-d6wy14i.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160530012332)</div><hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Aislin O'Brian (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291073.msg14291164#msg14291164)</span><br>Time: Day 1<br>Location: A sandy shore<br>Tagging: All<br><br><hr><br>Aislin groaned as she lay strewn on the&nbsp; beach, she went back over the events as the&nbsp; watch called the rest of the crew to the deck to handle the storm and&nbsp; then shortly after that is when things went black and she felt sand against her face and in her mouth and she woke up&nbsp; and turned over on her stomach and began spitting to rid her mouth of the sand that got in her mouth. Her hair matted to her head and her wet traveling clothes clung to her body and&nbsp; she then rose and started surveying those immediately around checking on whether most did not seem to stir. As she did her sweep of those around her&nbsp; she found Marsilla up and about and&nbsp; not making to big of a scene but ran over to her and stopped just before her and began looking her over and&nbsp; opened her arms to embrace the vodacce girl&nbsp; and She whispered "Are you alright and did you find any survivors" she&nbsp; had a tear or a drop of sea water near her who could be sure at this moment as she saw her companion.<br><br>She heard the drunk survivor prattle on but as he was talking and making a raucous&nbsp; she turned her head and&nbsp; looked over her shoulder to the drunk survivor and brought one finger to her lips&nbsp; hoping he would catch the drift to be quieter and then lowered her hand and&nbsp; brought her arm into position again to embrace Marsilla.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-07-2018, 05:09:33</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291073.msg14291084#msg14291084)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Day 1, Washed Up On A Beach<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br><hr><br>Marsi turns when Aislin approaches, and maybe that grim and determined expression on her young face eases up a notch.&nbsp; But when the noblewoman holds her arms open the little thief puts up no resistance at all and steps closer, hugging her friend tightly.<br><br><strong><em>"Not enough made it,"</em></strong> she mutters darkly into Aislin's chest before pushing herself back and covering her shock with a show of wry humor.&nbsp; <strong>"The Doc, he's-a up an' moving, so that's-a good.&nbsp; And-a the Capitano, he's-a jus' fine, too...but-a we now outta the rum, si?"</strong><br><br>She pulls away, brushes back her damp hair, braves a smile.<br><br><strong>"We shoulda see to the rest.&nbsp; Make-a sure who else we got, si?&nbsp; Thisa close to shore, gotta be more."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 18:32:52</strong>
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				One by one, waterlogged figures draw themselves upright, dotting the beach for perhaps a hundred yards in either direction. Of course, not all rise. Some lay unmoving and still upon the sands.<br><br>When the crew gathers, perhaps a dozen stand with the passengers, half that lying in a row at the high tide mark where their comrades have carried them. No one saw, or commented on, Morgan's removal of one pair of boots, as their own no longer requires them.<br><br>Soft words indicated that perhaps another ten of the crew were still unaccounted for. Perhaps they had been swept further along the beach or carried out with the tide. Or perhaps ... just perhaps ... some lay still trapped within the hull of the ship where it listed offshore.<br><br>"We ought to go out there. See if there's still any aboard, and gather what we can." The speaker was the ship's purser, as both Captain and First Mate were not among those ashore. "Anyone a strong swimmer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 20:05:11</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Captain Morgan</strong>, Down on his luck pirate-captain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290429.msg14273321#msg14273321)<br><div class="floatleft">(https://conceptartempire.com/images/02/3860/01-hardened-pirate.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Day 1, unknown beach<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Salvaging/Everyone<br><strong>Piracy level:</strong>40%<br>Thematic songing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggyC0FOzqHM)<br><hr><br>"Aye, no rum." He commented, dropping the bottle absent-mindedly behind him, while he stepped up.<br>"I be stepping up to look after lost survivors. Which refers to us, as we be surviving and are most certainly lost." He said, slightly adjusting his boots.<br><br>"Alright e'rone, survival at sea, who here has been shipwrecked before?" He looked about, before clearing his throat.<br>"First thing we need be something to drink. Rum, Ale, beer and if we got no other choice, water. Second thing, we need to find a better location and shelter against the sun, I dunnae how long we've been lying in the burning sun, but 't was too long." He tipped his chin. "Furthermore we be needing someone to lead. I suggest myself, Captain Morgan, no relation to the wanted pirate captain, as highest ranking in lack of the prior ships captain."<br><br>"You there, healer girl." he pointed at Malcyn "See if anyone's delirious or injured, get them in some tree's shade. Hand any water you got out to the healer, she'll decide who needs it most. Also, I want you looking over anyone that thinks they're fine and dandy, last we need is for a would be rescuer to collapse with exhaustion." He.. comandeered, without anyone asking him to.<br><br>"I'm a decent swimmer, but in the interest of the ladies here keeping a clear head, I be thinking it unwise to disrobe partially to that end, so if anyone else can take that role..." He tipped his beard briefly.<br>"Priority is drink, food, then weapons and trea... lost belongings. I myself lost a sizeable bag of gold in that ship, if anyone can find it I'd owe 'em one." He nodded. He'd take any kind of gold bag found, of course. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 7th Sea - Second Star on the Right - Act 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>02-08-2018, 10:14:16</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Monique du'Paixe</strong>, Montaigne Dilettante (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291073.msg14300909#msg14300909)<br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Monique_DuPaixe.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Day 1, Washed Up On A Beach<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone, particularly Captain Morgan.&nbsp; <br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though slightly strained, the laugh that answered Captain Morgan's words was still sweet and intoxicating as cherries falling into fine brandy.&nbsp; “I believe I know just the bag of gold you're speaking of <em>Monsieur beaux mensonges</em>.&nbsp; It's made from soughs ears stitched together with a blond maiden's hair.”&nbsp; A beautiful—if rather sand smeared and water logged girl with lightly tanned skin clad in a snug fencer's costume with a very low neckline—called out the words as she approached.&nbsp; To those who spoke Montaigne, she had just addressed the good captain as, 'Mr. Pretty Lies.'&nbsp; “Perhaps you'd like to use some of the gold to buy a beach front estate in Paixe my family has for sale?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gave the group a cheerful grin, “Good morning to you all, neighbors.&nbsp; We seem to have a bit of a swim ahead of us.&nbsp; My name is Monique, and I happen to be a skilled swimmer.&nbsp; If one of you means to stay on shore, I may be able to work with you to make sure we have a way back.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Monique had awakened a few minutes ago, she'd taken some time to orient herself, pretending to still be out.&nbsp; She had taken note that her pistol, rapier, and maine goshe were still on her belt, but she couldn't find an item or place on which she'd placed a major mark—and couldn't quite remember where she'd last placed one.&nbsp; She'd taken a few moments to try and get a sense of her father and her mother, to wondering if she could get a sense of where they were from seeing where she might find them—her mother should be in Montaigne, she was never quite sure where her father would be.&nbsp; <br><br>
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