Sevatuan
Junior Member
A new phase of the story, a new title for the Point-of-View fiction.
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It does not take long for my circle, my men, and I to become integrated into the crew of this majestic ship (whom I’ve come to learn is named Halcyon - quite ironic, to me, considering the life of the average sailor). Very few people aboard a ship sit idle for long. There is too much to be done and never enough people to do it.
Balota, with his strength, is quickly assimilated into the deck crew. Here, on the ship and out of his element, he often seems a halfwit child. He is oft intrigued by the strangest things: why ropes are spliced rather than knotted after a break; why belaying pins can be moved hither-and-yon, and why certain types of knots are used in some situations, but not others. He comments once, rather off-hand, that the spider’s web of rigging and sheet crossing above the ship reminds him of the jungle of his home. In many ways, he is very right.
Stone Soul quickly becomes companion to the ship’s pilot – a crystalline, reptilian beast that Quaven tells me is a Dragon King; a race older than mankind itself and once thought to have died out during the Anathema War. Apparently the Dragon King is partly to blame for the ship’s reputation for speed. He has an affinity for spirits and elementals and regularly convinces the wind spirits to favor our wooden home in her journeys across the western sea. The two are a natural pair, then. My people – my family – are no strangers to spirit-kind, and still the few times my duties require me to pass by the tiller, my brain becomes confounded by the nature of their conversations.
Quaven is introduced rather quickly to the quartermaster, a small, bookish man who could compete with many of the patrician elders I’ve met for the most lack of athleticism. Beneath the frail frame, however, is apparently quite the sharp mind. Quaven says his keeping of accounts is impeccable – in both sets of books. The eclipse quickly learns the ins-and-outs of Halcyon’s accounts, and while he could likely not replace the existing quartermaster in all regards, he could sufficiently fill his shoes should the need arise.
Yngwie spends her time aloft, with Thorn, and the two seem to daily engage one another in some contest of prowess and accuracy with their bows. Without even trying, I can see they are, in many ways, opposite sides of a jade obol. Their skills complement one another quite nicely without making one another redundant. Had I two Legionnaires of equivalent talent, the outcome of the battle at Denbarek would have been quite different, I think.
As for myself – I am one of those few aboard the ship who sit idle. Three days after our departure from the island, Captain Seaborn asked if I would be the ship’s Master-at-Arms and lead her militia.
“How many men comprise the Militia?â€
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It does not take long for my circle, my men, and I to become integrated into the crew of this majestic ship (whom I’ve come to learn is named Halcyon - quite ironic, to me, considering the life of the average sailor). Very few people aboard a ship sit idle for long. There is too much to be done and never enough people to do it.
Balota, with his strength, is quickly assimilated into the deck crew. Here, on the ship and out of his element, he often seems a halfwit child. He is oft intrigued by the strangest things: why ropes are spliced rather than knotted after a break; why belaying pins can be moved hither-and-yon, and why certain types of knots are used in some situations, but not others. He comments once, rather off-hand, that the spider’s web of rigging and sheet crossing above the ship reminds him of the jungle of his home. In many ways, he is very right.
Stone Soul quickly becomes companion to the ship’s pilot – a crystalline, reptilian beast that Quaven tells me is a Dragon King; a race older than mankind itself and once thought to have died out during the Anathema War. Apparently the Dragon King is partly to blame for the ship’s reputation for speed. He has an affinity for spirits and elementals and regularly convinces the wind spirits to favor our wooden home in her journeys across the western sea. The two are a natural pair, then. My people – my family – are no strangers to spirit-kind, and still the few times my duties require me to pass by the tiller, my brain becomes confounded by the nature of their conversations.
Quaven is introduced rather quickly to the quartermaster, a small, bookish man who could compete with many of the patrician elders I’ve met for the most lack of athleticism. Beneath the frail frame, however, is apparently quite the sharp mind. Quaven says his keeping of accounts is impeccable – in both sets of books. The eclipse quickly learns the ins-and-outs of Halcyon’s accounts, and while he could likely not replace the existing quartermaster in all regards, he could sufficiently fill his shoes should the need arise.
Yngwie spends her time aloft, with Thorn, and the two seem to daily engage one another in some contest of prowess and accuracy with their bows. Without even trying, I can see they are, in many ways, opposite sides of a jade obol. Their skills complement one another quite nicely without making one another redundant. Had I two Legionnaires of equivalent talent, the outcome of the battle at Denbarek would have been quite different, I think.
As for myself – I am one of those few aboard the ship who sit idle. Three days after our departure from the island, Captain Seaborn asked if I would be the ship’s Master-at-Arms and lead her militia.
“How many men comprise the Militia?â€
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