On The Winds of Arcadia
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				Title: <strong>On The Winds of Arcadia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 06:30:39</strong>
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				Corin had been up bright and early that morning, inspecting every nook and cranny of his ship to make sure that when his new crew arrived, docked at the far end of the port of Sailor's Island. Truth be told he was probably more nervous to meet them than they were to meet him. Why should they be nervous about meeting him? Corin was young and up to this point hadn't done anything particularly noteworthy, at least by this name.<br><br>He was a young man with an unusual skill at three things. The first was knowing the skies and winds of Arcadia. There were certainly better helmsmen than him out there traveling the world, the Captain honestly feeling that he managed to land one of the best, but his strength lied in seeing a series of decisions and instantly being able to choose which had the highest chance of success. It was this primary ability that lead him towards command, and in turn brought him here to being the Captain of his own ship!<br><br>The second skill was swordplay. Strapped to the man's side was a brand new rapier, studded with a simple metal guard and fairly little unique design, a parrying dagger resting just above that. Some of the money he had received to purchase this beauty of a vessel he also invested towards a new set of weapons, honestly believing that if his new crew saw him with a good weapon at his side, that would mentally translate to the belief that he must be a good Captain. Thus in turn he wouldn't lead them all into a sky tornado and send them scattering every which way through the clouds. It didn't make much sense, sure, but Corin thought it might help.<br><br>Lastly, he was an excellent cook. That came from his mother, and besides the previous two it was his favorite past-time. Even when inspecting this ship for the first time for purchase, the first place he went to was the kitchen.<br><br>The ship wasn't too large, enough for a 5 man crew to operate comfortably. There was a set of stairs leading down to an open lower deck for storage and cargo. Hammocks hung between large beams, 5 cannons tied down on the port and starboard sides of the lower deck. A separate room lead from there into the sectioned off engine room at the back. At the front of the lower deck was a second room where the life-rafts were housed. The upper deck was maybe 25 yards across, a raised platform at the stern of the ship leading to another exposed room, surrounded on all four sides by glass which housed the helm. Beneath this navigation and control room was traditionally where the Captain's quarters would have been. However Corin had completely remodeled the place to both act as their new kitchen (the original being completely inadequate), and dining area.<br><br>He'd rather sleep with everyone else anyway. The ship still had quite a bit of work that needed to get down, mostly polish though, the vessel was completely sky worthy as it was. So, it was with that nervousness, that he waited for them to arrive.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 07:09:31</strong>
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				Nuria Sanchez spotted the ship she'd be working on from a ways down the wharf. Her eyes never failed her; the ship bore the markings the young captain had mentioned to her the night before. Beggars couldn't be choosers she supposed. Nuria had had a few by the time she had met Captain Corin at the inn, so she became a bit more excitable about the prospect than she might have had otherwise. He was young, that much was apparent, younger than any captain she had served with in the past. With her name on the wanted board for being a naval deserter, she needed this to keep moving. <br><br>Approaching the ship, Nuria's hand unconsciously brushed against the hilt of the rapier at her side, obscured by her overcoat. As long as she had it and the yellow moonstone mounted within the guard, potentially green captain or not, she'd be ready for whatever the seas through at her. <br><br>Up close the ship was small, but she could tell it was well equipped; fire power and swiftness...she gave an approving nod. Her eyes traveled up to where her station would be, at the top of the main mast in the crow's nest. Nuria was already itching to take her place. First things first though. She would find and approach Corin, if the captain hadn't spotted her already, and shake his hand. "Nuria 'Lupita' Sanchez," she said, giving her full name and alias. "Reporting for duty, Captain." The warmth and air of gaiety she had while buzzed the evening before was nowhere to be found in her tone or features; strictly professional it seemed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Winds of Arcadia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 07:26:39</strong>
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				Corin smiled, pleased to see the familiar face of Nuria making her way up the plank towards the deck of his ship. He smiled warmly, approaching her and reaching out to return the hand shake. "Welcome aboard Ms. Sanchez, I feel safer already" his eye's fell to the rapier at her side, cocking an eyebrow while instantly wondering how good the woman was at using the weapon. Likely quite skilled, and this was not the time or the place to put it to the test.<br><br>"You are the first to arrive, please take your pick of any of the bunks beneath the deck" a small chuckle escaping his mouth as he spoke, purposely over exaggerating how much of an honor that it was that she got her choice at the litter.<br><br>"As we are not in battle Ms. Sanchez I would like to ask that my crew simply call me by my first name, or Captain if that would make you feel more comfortable. In return I'm going to simply speak to the crew by their first names. I would prefer a more casual atmosphere on the ship as long as we can afford it." His words were simple and backed up with a pleasant tone, however clear enough to illustrate that it was an order, not a request.<br><br>Upon initial assessment of Nuria, Corin assumed the woman probably respected being spoken to like a soldier, at least initially by her superiors, rather than a friend.
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				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 07:37:15</strong>
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				In sharp contrast to Nuria, Icarus in the meantime had gotten up bright and early having already finished the interview the day prior and was on his way to the ship full of vigor in a full run. A smirk ran along his face as deep green eyes kept on where he was going. A fairly youthful and roguish look was about him. His clothes were a mismatched tan with gold and black trim. At his waist holstered in his belt was what looked to be a multi chamber revolver inset with a moonstone into the grip which probably meant he was a skilled shot with that pistol. Already kissed with a slight sun tan, slightly unkempt black hair crowns his head. His belt was a wide leather with a small tarnished piece of metal for the buckle. Fine looking boots adorn his feet and those had to be the most luxurious thing he had on him besides perhaps the gun he wielded.<br><br>As he closed the distance and having a running start, he decided to he pull himself up and over onto the deck of the ship with the grace of a seasoned sailor. However the way he does it is a touch showing off as he runs up towards the dock grabbing a long sky hook and pole vaulting the gap onto the ships deck. Landing up one knee he smiled and then threw the pole back onto the dock and climbs up to the helm to have a feel for it and look it over. Since he was the one who would be oft flying this girl he was eager to see how she handed and how good the grip was. He expected to break her in quick and hard as he caressed the wheel with a coy smile. <strong>"A belle as any other to be found."</strong> He said to himself before he had a look at what his antics had done in perhaps starling the Captain and Nuria. <strong>"Ah right, Captain. Forgot my head there for a minute but can you blame me for wanting to have a better look at the lovely vixen and admire her for what she is?"</strong> He said sliding down the rails of the steps towards them and then says <strong>"Icarus 'Steel' here and accounted for sir. I'll not disappoint and treat her well as if she's my own."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 07:47:29</strong>
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				Nuria caught the Corin's eyes wandered down to check her rapier, prompting her to look at his weapons. Rapier and a dagger by the look of it, likely a parrying dagger, widely preferred by both Valuan sailors and pirates alike. A good taste in weapons as far as she could see, that much could be said. <br><br>"Casual atmosphere," Nuria repeated back, affirming. "Understood, Captain." Corin's assessment would be spot on, the stiffness of normally being accustomed to being bound to the chain of command was apparent in Nuria's words and movements. It would be more her respecting the casual atmosphere rather than participating in it at least for a while. "I suspect the others will arrive shortly, so if its all the same Captain, I'll go ahead and claim my bunk and give myself the tour. I'll end up in the crow's nest one way or another." <br><br>Before she turned to leave she added, "That looks like a fine blade you have there. We'll have to spar at some point." <br><br>Her rather cool exit was interrupted by man likely not a year younger than herself propel himself onto the ship's deck via sky hook. More surprised than startled, Nuria was both impressed and a bit put off by the antics of the new arrival. The way he caressed the ship's wheel told Nuria immediately this had to be the helmsman. Well, he was sure to help with the causal atmosphere the captain desired. Nuria stuck around long enough to hear the man's name before descending below deck to claim her bunk. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 18:18:11</strong>
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				Oreida ate a muffin... It had bitter berries, completely delicious..<br><br>She was up with the bakers that morning, the lift of black coffee had pulled her up&nbsp; from her hammock under a portbridge. She had enough time to roll it up along with her few belongings and swing up to Sweet Hearts bakery and get a little undertable work for the price of a dozen muffins and two coffees. She was slowly finishing off her own dark cup to try and wake herself up a bit.&nbsp; She didn't do cold mornings well, it didn't sit right with her blood. The dingy green wool scarf was high around her chin and tailled behind her as she licked her ungloved finger tips a bit before wipping it off along her cargo pants. A wool cap of a matching color held all her hair under it to keep as little of herself from getting cold, same with her waist coat lined with fur to keep her warm in the crisp weather. Her bare feet touched the cold stone, but from so many years of going without shoes they were thickly callus over, she couldn't feel a single thing from it.<br><br>Being a dimunitive statured woman, the cling of metal was not something unassociated with her profession. A thick utilty was buckled around her waist, an impressive sized wrench fitted behind her like a tail, swinging as she walked with the steady pulse of chimes from the clunky looking tools as she made her way toward the wharf with a cute pink box tucked under one arm and a cup of coffee in the other. She heard a voice up ahead and it seems two men were having a good old talk...<br><br>" Oyi!" She bellowed out to the two, golden eyes peering out from under cap and scarf, a pettie, brown skin lady, least one could only tell from the little bit of her face. "&nbsp; 'Ere she blows, d'hen? Dis lil thang ya need a crew fer? Reckon i be countin me stars before the dusk.." Starting up the ram to come aboard, it needed some love that was for sure; it might not be the most impressive, but whom knew what kind of heart was in this ship. She took a sip of her last coffee as she glanced around, causing a slight jingle of the loose metal on her person. Not one for&nbsp; " Tis be Oreida Wesker, engineer and a fine smyth fer repairs, if I humbly claim it be so. Ya lads applyin' to?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Winds of Arcadia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 19:16:46</strong>
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				Corin nodded approvingly at Nuria, smiling lightly at her comment about the two of them having to spar at some point in the future. He intended to do that, though from the looks of the way she carried herself and the weapon was in no hurry.<br><br>The sound of something colliding into the deck of the ship rang out behind him, Corin whipping his head about to find Icarus standing behind the helm, already inspecting it’s weight and quality. He had met the man in a bar, their interview consisting of many drinks. The man struck him as the kind who knew how good he was at what he did, but wasn’t unkind.<br><br>He held out his hand to greet the man when he slid down the stairs, “Welcome aboard Icarus. And she is your own sir, all of ours now” he told both him and Nuria with a quick wink.<br><br>Another was arriving, the thick accent of his engineer making it’s way up the boarding plank.. “Welcome aboard Oreida. All of you can grab a bunk downstairs, I have some lunch brewing in the back cabin” he said, pointing a thumb over his shoulder to the entrance of what normally was the captains cabin.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 22:17:43</strong>
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				Nuria was already far on her way down the hold to claim her bunk, hearing the speech of the dwarf woman as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Once inside, Nuria realized just how big the ship was. Sure it wasn't like some of the Valuan warships she had been aboard, but it was definitely bigger on the inside. Maybe it was the open quality of the lower deck that made it so. First things first before exploration though. Nuria walked by the hammocks and looked for one that was both close to the ground and was closest to a porthole. That one would be hers if there was one. The time she would be spending the hold was likely going to be little, for when she was ordered to sleep for a while. She still had first pick. <br><br>Setting the pack she had on her shoulder down against one of the beams the hammock was secured to, Nuria shed her overcoat, folded it, and set it in her hammock. A flag to stake her claim. Nuria started down through the ship, wanting to get a glimpse at just what she was packing in terms of firepower and engine before she familiarized herself with where the mess hall was. Nuria would stop in her tour if she was greet by any of the other crew members. She might have been a professional soldier with the job fixed on in her mind, but that didn't mean she wouldn't exchange pleasantries. 
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				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 04:58:10</strong>
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				Icarus smiled to Oreida as he was asked if he was here to sign up <strong>"Already signed up and approved for this voyage miss. Icarus 'Steele' is the name and I'll be keeping this ship on course with a much more hands on approach then just navigating."</strong> Indicating that he was the helmsman and then adds <strong>"Now then I gotta go and claim my bunk before all the good and comfy ones are taken!"</strong> He said with a slight hop in his step as he heads down below deck to the living quarters of which everyone shared save for the beds. He did however halt in his tracks at the mention of food and then asked the all important question. <strong>"What's cooking?"</strong> With a rather ravenous look upon his face whilst he spoke after having it register where the food was and just blew on by everyone straight for the mess hall now in absolute haste. Though he does not forget to claim one of the hammocks he would set his coat in the hammock next to the one claimed by Nuria. Icarus of course would immediately head for the mess hall right afterwards his energy high and spirits higher.
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 14:42:16</strong>
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				The pale furred feline stole quickly into the dock lane, looking back down the alley he had appeared from.<br><br>'<em>Why is it that only precious few humans understand true honor?</em>' he thought, moving silently through the tight, cargo choked passages of the port's dockhouses, finally managing to break contact with his pursuers. He did not wish to hurt them, for they were following orders, however unlawful they might be. At the other side of the docks, he saw his destination. He knew not the name of the ship, as it was clear, it had just been built, but he knew the name of her captain. Corin. They had met before, though only in a business sense. He needed crew, he needed a new place of work. It would work out well enough.<br><br>Looking back to make sure they had not sighted him again, he made his way across the docks, the flurry of activity helping to cloak him from scrutiny, except from the odd longshoreman urging him out of the way of moving cargo. Without much trouble, he arrived at the ship, noting the slightly loud, short female near the gangway, talking to the captain on the deck. He grinned almost imperceptibly, listening to her claims of ability. This might turn out to be an interesting tour, yes.<br><br>He approached carefully, keeping the female in sight, as she seemed to be well armed, though most of her weapons were actually tools of inordinate size. "Greetings," he said once he was at a healthy distance. "Is this captain Corin's ship? I was made aware crew members were needed." he said, looking up at the ship next, spotting the captain. "Greetings, Captain. Am I too late to request consideration for your crew?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Winds of Arcadia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 17:05:47</strong>
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				Hey guys, I apologize but for personal reasons I have to step away from this RP. I'm no longer able with my schedule to post daily. Sorry for getting it started then having to leave so suddenly! I'd like to encourage you guys though to just go without me.
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 13:11:00</strong>
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				" Steele, ha. Likin' da sound o' dat. And no miss, Clang be jus' as well an good." And a shift of her hips offering the clicking and clanging chimes of her tool belt could easily confirm that as a memorable name. Steele was getting ready to head down the shallow hole toward the bunk and Clang nearly followed if not for Captain Corbin pointing out there was food in the Captian Quarters. Well, friendly way for him to start this off, the man must have not been a Captain too long to still be this kind. Though it was odd feeling the echos of footsteps as she glanced behind to see a large bloke stroll over the plank to the deck. <br><br>" Well shite.. A big one, ain't he." She murmured in offer of his greeting as looking up to the tank was no small matter, hell, could probably set a crows nest on his shoulders, but that might be her imagination running away with her. " Oh, aye, Greetings. Tis just got ere, so I reckon so." Stated a bit belated, nodding firmly as if to compose her sincerity at the moment. Though hearing a sound off to her side,&nbsp; eyes caught sight of another woman on board, making the dwarven dame give a mirthful grin.<br><br>" Jus' whence I fear dis be a sausage fest too. Nice ta see a'other capable dame on board. Wut'cha station, chickadee?" Clang started, assuming the woman heard on the way up of whom the engineer was. She must have been use to lugging her things, she seemed more concerned with getting a good meal then finding a specific bunk spot. Then again, her pack looked like it was a hammock laced around a small bundle of cloth, pretty much all on her person was everything she owned and held dear, being always on the move from one place to the other in looking for work. She fell in step with Nuvia and gave a short laugh as Steele practically beelines for the former cabin made dinning area. Odd thing to do, but guess he didn't need his space like most blokes do, it was pretty nonchalant ship.<br><br>" Exactly wut tis thought! Food, glorious food." Leaving the deck and going into the dining area, a table was set out with eggs, meats, breads, fruits, and some various drinks offered to get the crew off to a hearty start this morning. " Damn. Ship, food, company, clean place ta sleep, and pay outs. Dun't get much better d'hen dis, aye?" She started, her finger cut gloved hands plucked up a&nbsp; plate and she set the pink box of muffins on the table, flipping the lid open to welcome people into taking some.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 11:31:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">\<strong>Captain Corin</strong></span><br><br>The man grinned to himself in seeing his first real crew slowly form together despite the different walks of life, how it did not interfere with open introductions and it truly seemed he would have no problem in keeping a casual atmosphere amoung the spirit.&nbsp; The holler from below deck as the Helmsmen Icarus popped up like a typhoon and blew by in earnest to get something to eat. <br><br>" Already cooked it up a lil bit ago. Just some sweet meats, bread, fruit, and eggs. Best bet is I have a lot of coffee made up, that I know I won't run out off." He started, eyes drifting down a little to the petite structured woman with the stonefolk tongue. flagging the dwarven heritage. " Clang it is, then and welcome aboard. Feel free to look around the ship, the engine room is easy to find." Corin smirked&nbsp; a little thought followed his eyes to the dock ramp to see the approach of a white tigerman, striking him as quietly impressed with the prodigious male, Corin offered a nod&nbsp; and extended his hand cordially.<br><br>" I am Corin, only captain me when decisions need to be made in times of fight or flight. " He gave a nod of mock toughness as Clang&nbsp; fell along to stride with the dutiful Nuvia. " I still have two beds open below, my fine friend, and breakfast on the table. Now, while I recall your face, I'm sorry that I can not do the same for your name. " Starting as he would slowly take back his hand after that offered gesture, awaiting on Deck to make sure none was left behind&nbsp; before the maiden voyage into clear skies.
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				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 06:10:10</strong>
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				Talaitha Christo approached the airship, looking over the vessel as she came closer. She had overheard in town that the Captain of this particular ship was looking for a small crew to take to the skies with on some sort of salvaging expedition. Now, it wasn't something she would normally do, liking to keep her feet firmly on the ground and all but she had been usually restless for the past months and nothing she normally does, drinking, gambling, kicking bandit ass and stealing their money just didn't seem to cut it anymore. Hopeful a change of scenery for a while would just be what the doctor ordered.<br><br>Stopping just at the gangplank ,Taliatha paused to do a quick inspection - assuring herself that she was presentable. Tall and slender she possessed a enticingly curvy body with long pale azure hair deftly braided back into a thick rope that fell to just lower curve of her buttocks. She wore a dark two piece outfit that had a checkered pattern running the the central front under a dark blue hooded cloak revealing the knee high two inch heeled boots adorning her feet and occasionally showing glimpses of the two holstered handguns at her hips. Adjusting her duffel over her right shoulder she proceeded up the gang plank. She wasn't certain what she would find but she could only hope they still had a spot open.<br><br>"Hello is anyone here?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 12:39:00</strong>
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				Nuria was in the middle of looking at the cannons when the dwarven woman's voice...and her rather strange accent reached her ears. The Valuan had was no stranger to the ways that sailors talked, but Clang's manner of speaking wasn't something she had encountered before. Dwarfs as a race wasn't something she encountered before either; they didn't have them in Valua as far as she knew. Nuria stared at the woman approaching her longer than she might have allowed herself. <br><br>"I'm the new lookout," Nuria said, extending a hand. "Sanchez. Nuria Sanchez. I take it you're...the engineer?" The belt and the wrench the dwarf had were her clues. Nuria would make her way with the dwarf to the mess hall. She had been by the engine room...and she had to admit it was outside of her expertise to determine what the ship of capable of. It didn't look like it would fail them and that was as much as she needed to know. Maybe she'd ask Clang about it later. <br><br>From the spread of food, Nuria would take an orange to start with and found a corner of the room to begin peeling it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 21:53:14</strong>
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				A strange gesture, he reflected, but one he was well and truly familiar with. He clasped the human captain's hand firmly, though cautiously. He had broken a few hands before he learned to restrain his strength. "My spirit name is a.. private matter, but most know me, as Bertrand. Pleased to meet you, Corin." he said, letting go a bit quickly, not because of any dislike, more for security. No need to scare the captain before they even set sail. He attempted a little humor as the captain mentioned beds. "I see. As long as it does not actively hurt me, I can sleep anywhere." At the mention of breakfast, he perked up more. "Well, if I meet your approval, I would certainly not mind securing some food." he said, bowing his head to him, but if the captain was observant, he would notice his gaze was constant on him, even as he bowed.<br><br>His nose twitched as he moved towards the hatch leading belowdecks, prompting him to look over his shoulder. '<em>Another female. This tour becomes more interesting by the moment.</em>' he thought, then catching other scents from the woman. '<em>Huh? What.. is she? Most puzzling..</em>' he thought, as he moved below, following his nose to the food. Some inspection of the ship would also be needed afterward, to make himself more familiar with the ship's layout. A second saved was a second earned, during boarding actions.
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 00:24:32</strong>
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				A lot of people were not use to the sight of a the dwarven-esque women, mostly because they were slowly dwindling to smaller numbers and a bad male to female ratio. Clang tended to think the staring was because she was just that awe-inspiring, just to keep her spirit up.&nbsp; A hearty grin from under her wool-knit cap was genuine, there was nothing like work to bring people together.<br><br>" Yep, long line o engineers an' merchants..." A light clang of metals as she&nbsp; found a piece to sit with her food, deciding to tail Nuria around like a little duckling. She had to move her hips to one side to swing her large pipe wrench&nbsp; to keep herself from sitting upon it. &nbsp;" Ah, now d'at is a station, high in da nest, eyes peerin' out fer fortune ta come; good er bad. Heh, real excitin', eh. Meself, I like stayin' with sumptin' beneath me feet." Tapping her wrapped foot against the hard floor, digging into the eggs with a soft warm sigh. It was nice to have a hot meal again. Glancing over to the helmsmen, absently rubbing her wrist to her forehead. " What else ya know? Starchartin', cloudsurfin', what like ta do wen yur up d'here?&nbsp; "
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				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 20:49:01</strong>
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				Icarus of course was indulging abundantly in the food before him and the man had a nice plat to be sure with some Chicken, Biscuits and Sky Clam Chowder. Munching happily on a buttered biscuit he was oblivious to the world around him as he feasted. He gave a large gulp however when he heard himself being addressed. <strong>"Hmm?"</strong> He blinked a few seconds on what he thought he had heard. Something about what else he did besides steer the ship and so forth? <strong>"Well when I'm steering the ship cannot really do much else unless I don't need to adjust direction."</strong> He thinks on a few things. <strong>"Still I like watching out for new sights and wonders on the journey. Makes it fun when I can find something else. Landmarks and Skymarks like that help a person better navigate "</strong> He took a drink and then relaxed for a moment <strong>"As far as what else I know, I'm fairly good with a gun since I wield one and as a result Im also fairly good with cannons to boot. And Starcharting is a must if one is the helmsman. No one likes a helmsman that is likely to sail into the Dark Rift."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Winds of Arcadia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 09:40:10</strong>
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				<strong>Captian Corin</strong><br><br>" Bertrend." Corin started with a slight smirk at hearing a name for the tiger, his head lowered a bit, brushing the thick black hair from the&nbsp; col bolt colored eyes. The fellow had such huge foot paws, just a tall slab of fur and muscle, teeth and claws, hell, he could be a brute enforcer right off the bat, it seems. That nigh predatory gaze was nearly unnerving, but he knew better to feel that way when someone is coming to one for a job despite the difference of stature. <br><br>" Well, I would be delighted to have you aboard. You may sleep where you like, on deck or below. Please. Feel free to help yourself, my friend." Giving a firm nod, it was soon that the sound of heels were drawing up on the docking plank off the bow and there was a woman that nearly made him wonder if she was coming to the right place. " Uh.. Oh, right. Yes, I'm here. This is my ship after all, I'm Corin Tesler." He offered her his hand with a grin he couldn't repress much longer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Winds of Arcadia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 18:25:21</strong>
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				" Damn, chew b'fore ya swallow, Steele." Grinned merrily at the tan helmsman, it seemed he took his wishes to guard and guide the ship as best as possible. It was that mixture of bravado and honor that made her glad to be in a group again, among the strange mixture of smells and faces though that was saying if they could all get along on this dingy life boat of a ship. Sure, it needed loves of work and loving, maybe even a trade up, but the serpent blooded dwarven dame had a good feeling about this.<br><br>&nbsp;" Haven't checked the hull of this lil boat, I doubt da engine stands 'gainst d'oes winds." Clang chips in and bumps Nuvia's shoulder while she peeled that healthy little orange. " Hell knows once da coin comes pourin' in, gunna fix dat lil problem. Heh. Wut 'bout ya, chickadee? Anythin' yer hopin' ta get outta sailin?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Eating a piece of egg, her eyes occasionally shifted toward the large tiger that seemed to be heading in, Corbin left out of sight, perhaps a new voice, a woman's voice, would be the sound of the last crew member they might take on before the sailing could begin. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Winds of Arcadia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dorian Grandale</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 22:13:05</strong>
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				All hatches in place, all seals clean, not a patched bulkhead in sight. This was a completely new boat, all right. He noted all this, as well as the slight extravagance of the larger kitchen and dining area, where now most of the crew were. He advanced casually into the room, taking stock of the crew members present. From the comments he had overheard, the tall male human was their navigator. Sounded confident enough as well. The short firebrand of a woman he already knew, was the engineer. The other female was likely Corin's first mate or weapons master. He hoped the mysterious woman that came in behind him was the ship's doctor. It would really not do to sail with a recently assembled crew, without a doctor on board..<br><br>"Greetings to all of you, I am Bertrand." he said simply, bowing a bit. "I do hope we can all learn to work together quickly." he stated, before reaching into the fruit bowl for an apple. 
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