Fantasy On Treacherous Tides & Whirling Winds IC

[shadowz1995]

Oliver's eyes flicked between Noire and the conjured beast in an irate fashion. He genuinely wondered if she was going to take control of the creature herself. For whatever reason, he had no doubt that she was capable of doing something of that nature. Yet, nothing happened. She said some words veiled with sugary sweet tones, their meaning lost on the zombie beside her.

Still, it would not do to have her ripped to shreds by some summoned creature. Especially not anymore since she was part of the crew.

And... he owed her one for repairing his arm and his sanity. The zombie did understand how debts worked.

Tyr's chastising outburst came as something of a surprise to the cloaked & bandaged undead. Many things had been going on between the guards, several of their crew members, and the mad priest just up ahead. Needless to say, it had left Oli in something of a confused state and he could only stare as everything unfolded. It was obvious that Tyr was only really addressing some of the newer members but the message was meant for all members.

Oli's somewhat dazed state passed once things seemed to settle down a bit. As always, too much stimulus and no orders to follow left the undead jarred.

For whatever reason, Noire seemed interested in this man or interested in what he could do at least. Perhaps she wanted a moment with him? That was the least he could do to repay her for helping him on the journey to Rumblood. Oliver watched the situation unfold a little more closely and ultimately decided that it was going to be the first time he used his seniority on the ship for any means.

The pyromancer stepped forward slowly as the priest was put down. He raised a bandaged hand and waved the others aside. "There....are too....many eyes.....here...." he said as loud as his dusty voice would allow. "Noire.....and I......will take him......to.....the ship.....the rest.....should.....disperse...."

"We are.....being....watched.....closely now.....and...so is....he...."

"Keep....your heads....down."

While it may not seem like much, just taking initiative like that was incredibly taxing for Oliver. So it was no surprise when he waved the priest over and then gestured for Noire to take the lead back to the ship.

Tarmagon Pilgrim59 fluticasone LazyDaze Meme Machine EccentricFantasy Dalamus Ulom BreeDav Collidias Rex Reytian Lord Mitmar Kimiwriter (I hope I tagged the right people lmao)

 

[Lord Mitmar]

Tik'i'ta
Location: Rumblood --> The Whimsical Lady
Interactions: Open
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There are many ways one could describe a pirate haven. Many of these are a matter of perspective. For instance, some would happily deem anyone and anything that flew no flag entirely, irredeemably, unjustifiably evil. Then again, others would insist that calling it "free" would be closer to the truth. Both are right, in a way, though wrong in others. Then there are some things about criminal cities that, no matter who you ask, will always be mentioned. They're dangerous, of course. That's a given. They're dirty. Then again, what city isn't? And. They. Are. Loud. There's the usual hustle and bustle of life amongst hundreds of others, there's the petty squabbling between the varying peoples, crews, and backgrounds, there's the songs of the brothels and the roars of the taverns and gambling halls, hell, sometimes there's even the unmistakable sound of laughter thrown in the mix. It all tends to blend together sometimes, after all, it's not like any of it really matters at the end of the day. All cities are caught in constant motion, criminal ones just happen to be running most of the time. Still, there's one sound that no one ignores; one that everyone is all too familiar with. The sound of a brewing fight.

Word spread fast in Rumblood, after all, for all of its majesty, it could never exactly claim to be a sprawling community. The zealot was at it again. He'd been spewing his vitriol for, what? Days? Weeks? Time itself seemed disturbed by the man's vile presence. There weren't many rules on Rumblood and 'Don't make trouble' was, most certainly, on that list; so why, exactly, the town watch hadn't sent him swimming back to whatever manling cult he'd run away from, was what many in the town deemed a great mystery. "He's mad!" They would whisper, "He'll bring ruin to us all!" Then again, though, he deserved every chance Tik'i'ta had been given, did he not? Whether or not his musings were deluded, not to mention remarkably public, was irrelevant. He was still a fellow seeker of truth, and an evidently dedicated one at that. She understood the town's scepticism, mad prophets and doomsayers were more common than one might think, but she had refused to leap to any drastic conclusions. At least until she could meet the man himself.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem like she'd have the chance to stick around for one of the prophet's wild sermons after all. Not after the mess he'd made for himself today. As fate would have it, Tik'i'ta had seen the crowded square shift, it seemed some had rushed the man, leaving the others to flee or go along with, well, whatever was happening. Even from her place in the sky just a few blocks away from the apparent chaos, Tik'i'ta could only barely make out the general cluster of bodies, let alone pick out a single individual. Damnable sun. Why did the other races always insist on doing their business with that abomination overhead? No matter, she was sure it was him. Who else could cause such a fuss? In any case, she could feel his days in Rumblood were running short. It would be a fool's errand to get herself stuck in that mess now. Even if she was looking to leave the town, why risk her welcome? With a reflexive shuddering of her wings, she moved on, careful to keep her head down and eyes turned away from that gigantic ball of death.

It wasn't much later that she found herself amid the incessant hollering of the skyport. She needed passage to the next step in her journey, and this was the best place to look. Plus, it kept her further away from the usual shipyard and, more specifically, the water. She'd never forget the last naval vessel she foolishly stepped foot onto. The thing was cursed, there were no two ways about it. There was nothing the crew could have done to save the poor thing. After she sank, well, Tik'i'ta would have quite liked to forget the weeks she'd spent aboard that tiny whaleboat. It was... Unfortunate that a creature who could never replicate even the simplest concept of swimming must spend so much of her life atop the waves. The rare time she spent aboard those wobbling airships was always a much-preferred experience, but that was enough rumination for now. It was time to find a ship. Preferably one that wasn't too large nor blood-stained, but sizable enough that it could never have too many hands. Admittedly, that was a pretty narrow window, but the K'rarian would settle with whatever was necessary. The stars would guide her, no matter how unfortunate her station may be.

Well, it wasn't perfect, but it would do. The Whimsical Lady, its nameplate read. She'd heard vague mentions of the ship and her crew before, none all too pleasant and most followed by a series of less than clever insults, but she'd never heard of them being particularly dangerous. More... Chaotic. Still, a pilgrim must take what they are given, and she was no different. Without even a moment's hesitation, she crossed from the side alley she'd been skulking along into and through the main yard and onto the boarding ramp. She was never afraid of heights, of course, but there was something deeply unsettling about putting her trust in what amounted to a suspended plank with her wings wrapped around her body and towering antennae stuffed under her infernal hood. It took nearly all of her will to restrain herself from ripping away that damned thing. She knew it was of the utmost importance not to stand out, but she often questioned if it was worth the sacrifice. Willingly stripping herself of her sense of smell and balance was, well, about as unsettling as one would expect, but it had to be done. She couldn't stand out. Not here, not now. Once she was aboard a ship and away from the countless greedy eyes of the city; she could drop the facade, but until then, it was too much of a risk. She'd already put herself in enough danger just flying here, any more would be more foolish than brave.

"Hail~I am no threat~I seek a position aboard." The gemstone echoed from its place about her neck. A greetings and a surrender, meant for all but aimed at none. It was a strange thing to describe, the voice. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, more appearing than being made. It was as if it came of its own volition. It was soft and clearly feminine, but held a wholly unnatural sense, not unlike the hollow voice of a spirit or the rumbling of the undead, and its words melded together in a way that could best be described as simply wrong. She stopped, then. Gingerly reaching to place a hand along the Lady's guard rail as she scanned the scuffed deck, weathered sails, and carefully-tied ropes. No, it wasn't perfect, but it would certainly do. The one thing the ship appeared to have a severe lack of was crew. Most would be ashore, of course, but surely a few remained? Perhaps not, but there was only one way to find out. With a gentle rustling of her coiled wings, she stepped off the boarding ramp and onto the Lady's sturdy deck. This was bound to be interesting. That much was certain.

 

[Kimiwriter]

Ares Murkwing
Location: Rumblood
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Ares' hawk eyes caught the slightest motion from the young woman. A wave. A greeting, though shy it seemed. He started to lean into a bow--years of servitude still dictating his reactions to others-- before realizing what he was doing and simply dipped his head in acknowledgement.

Do I know her? He eyed her and what appeared to be her crew. No one looked familiar. Someone from back in Driele? Not likely. Meaning she's just being friendly? That wouldn't last long on a pirate ship. How does a cute, normal looking girl end up with such obvious warmongers? Unless it's an act or they were trying to show off... Ares studied the tattoos, the unnatural strength and the odd bandages and highly doubted it was an act.

Ducking into a nearby bar, he found a seat near the window and watched as what appeared to be the crew's senior officer scolded them. Ares settled in to wait. If they were new, which it sounded like they were, perhaps he was still hiring. Or he knew a ship that was. Now to wait until the crew disbursed before he could approach the senior crew member.

"Want anything?" A barmaid stopped by his table, eyeing his patched clothes. Not out of place among sailors but also not a good indicator for the amount of coin he was carrying.

"Just a pint." He passed her a few coins and turned away. His pay from the last voyage wasn't terrible, but he wondered how the prices on Rumblood compared to other port cities. Not that he had much to compare it to.

Taking the coins, the barmaid left to get his drink. Ares turned his attention back to the window and realized the one with the unnatural strength was pointing right at the bar. The harpy felt the feathers on his neck bristle. Definitely not someone to make an enemy of.

(Mentioned Meme Machine LazyDaze Tarmagon shadowz1995 )

 

[Meme Machine]

Pandora​

Location: Rumblood
Outfit: Black cloak and pants, white shirt
Mood: Curious/Irritated
Interactions: LazyDaze Dalamus Ulom Pilgrim59 Kimiwriter Collidias Rex Tarmagon shadowz1995

Pandora was starting to itch. Not in a physical sense, but definitely in a mental sense. Her name was rightly given, her want to explore growing. Though she held it at bay, focusing on the collection they had grown from the crew. She noted that she was smaller in stature and.... well, basically everything compared to these people.

She huffed shortly, and crossed her arms. Her face stayed calm, though she watched as the Harpy(?) went down to the bar. She commended herself for getting his species right, however horrible she was at naming non-humans. She had an urge to go talk to him, for no other reason than she was bored and wanted to do something interesting.

This Placide man had not lost her interest, no, but at Oliver saying they should disperse, she nodded her head in agreement.

“That’s a good plan. I’m going to explore, meet some new people, try not to get in trouble and probably fail....” She couldn’t help but throw some sarcasm into that last sentence, already turning to leave. “But hey, y’all got it. See you later!” She said to the others, smiling a bit.

Turning on her heel and about to walk to the bar, she stopped herself. What if he was creeped out by that? Or they needed to get back to the ship soon? Or Harper came back and she wasn’t there to greet him?

A bad habit of doubtful thoughts crossed her mind, and she forced herself to shake them off. No way, she was already halfway there. After seating herself at the bar stool next to him, she smiled slightly and gave her hand out to the Harpy. She had no idea if he would sneer at her, attack her for the gesture, return it and just be an nice person -as nice as a pirate can get- or what, but she did it anyway.

“Hello. I’m Pandora.”

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Placide Levesque

Placide would look in the direction that the rather large fellow would point, not seeing a bar anywhere in that direction. "Um, I don't believe the establishment you're looking for is in that direction, my good man," Placide said, still quite bewildered, before watching from his raised position as a young woman would approach the duo, who would make mention of his current propensity for attracting attention before introducing herself as Pandora. "All things considered, I'd suppose that you're probably right," Placide would respond to the woman, still suspended a foot above the ground by his rather large friend. "My name is Placide Levesque. It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Pandora," the zealot would say, making a passing attempt at a little bow, though failing rather comically.

When his chauffeur would respond to Pandora's following query, Placide would simply nod in agreement with the large man's assessment. While he could probably summon something that would be able to kill the large man, Placide doubted he would have an easy time controlling it. After that, a rather large troll would approach the group that had congregated around Placide, before beginning to shout at them. I suppose that's their leader. Or something of the like. Placide though to himself, before hearing a woman speaking to them. turning his head, Placide would see that the woman was a gorgon. Well that's interesting. Haven't seen one of their race since I was a cardinal. Good times. Good times. After a moment, Placide's chaperone would set him down before the gorgon, before patting him on the back, apparently wanting him to introduce himself to the woman, whose name appeared to be Ateya.

Taking her hand, he would kiss it as would be expected of a woman of class. "Greetings, Lady Ateya, I am Placide Levesque, ex-Cardinal of the Church and currently a simple man with a message. And I must agree, I have had quite an interesting day so far," Placide would finish, before hearing his chaperone ask if he could kidnap him. "Well, I suppose you may, though I would prefer if you didn't call it that, my friend whose name I still don't know," Placide said, before turning back to Pandora. "No no, it's fine. Your friend... Naga was it? Well, I'm certainly fine with Naga here escorting me somewhere a little more out of the way so we may talk about some of the thing's he's interested in," Placide said, smiling gently at them all, before the guards started mocking him, straining his smile a tad. "I can speak fluently in more languages than you can count, you insufferable fools!" Placide muttered to himself, before the dark presence he had felt not to long ago decided to speak up, saying that he and someone named Noire would be taking him aboard a ship.

Could they all be from the same ship? Placide supposed it was possible. Mayhaps an air ship? He hadn't been on one in such a long time, not since he was still a member of the Church. Not that he was especially interested in someone else. At least with Naga, Placide felt like he didn't have to worry to much. Besides, the man hadn't asked what he thought. Or even asked if it was alright to just take him to their ship.



Mentions: Fable LazyDaze Meme Machine Tarmagon Collidias Rex shadowz1995 Pilgrim59 ​

 

[Collidias Rex]

'Outsider' was the salient word. Ateya felt that she was thrusting her hand into someone's footlocker and rummaging around, feeling for something in a place that wasn't hers to touch. The increasingly mixed bag of individuals sweeping into the conversation gave the impression of 'congealing'. 'Odd' wouldn't quite be the right word to capture the magnitude of their eccentricity - in fact, the party felt almost satirical in their presentation. Ateya found herself helplessly smiling even before the soapbox man - Placide - took her hand.

And a kiss, too! Though she wouldn't flush at such a simple gesture, she found herself at a loss for words momentarily. Not because he had played along with her little game, but because in that moment it she realized that kiss on the hand was the only such gesture she had ever received. The absurdity of it shocked her, but she could not think of any point in her life where she had been kissed. Not on the head, not on the cheek, not on the hand or on the lips either. She'd never been able to afford the attention of Booty Bay's finest - and the two-bit entertainment she usually kept lacked the necessary affection for such things.

She positively beamed as she withdrew her hand, though she kept one eyebrow hiked skeptically. There was a fine, intangible line between friendly and over-friendly. He was a strange one to be sure - but perhaps that was the only thing keeping him alive in this place.

The 'big one' - Naga, according to the troll - seemed to cooperate, which gave Ateya no small measure of relief. She threw him a grin and a small nod of appreciation for his aid in capturing Placide's attention, if only momentarily. "Look at you, with a sense of humor!" She laughed. "Always a good thing to have in a big lad." By the gods, hells and everything in-between; there wasn't much she feared more than an impulsive big guy with no sense of humor.

"Pandora" seemed like a down-to-earth sort. Perhaps the straight-man of the crew? Ateya might have pegged her as the quartermaster, though she seemed a touch on the timid side. She seemed nice, though. Perhaps too nice. How did someone like that end up on a pirate crew? There had to be something underneath that. Ateya found herself a touch curious about that, and watched her momentarily as she departed.

The ... other speaker who spoke in labored sentences ... Ateya couldn't peg anything about him. He was ... weird, and she couldn't bring herself to any conclusions as to what he actually was. But given that Ateya had only just asked to speak to Placide, she was inclined to dislike the strange man for trying to steal the priest away immediately. Rude.

The troll, now he was an interesting one. Quartermaster perhaps? He had the sour demeanor for it, and wielded his authority like a club. Perhaps first-mate, but she had trouble seeing a Troll as first-mate for whatever reason. Either way, he seemed to be the most senior of the group.

Actually ... upon further thought, Ateya recognized not a single member of the party present. That could have meant a dozen things, but one thing in particular was more interesting than the others. It meant she hadn't approached any of them in the last two weeks. She felt a spark of warmth somewhere in her chest. 'Vyx', the troll had said. 'Captain Vyx'. She. Ateya was unfamiliar with the name ... but they didn't know that. She did what any good pirate did - she seized the opportunity, and bullshitted it the rest of the way.

'Scuse me a sec ... I'll be riiight back." She split away from the priest and the crew, and shifted toward the imposing figure of the troll. The priest very much captured her interest, but if the man was going to be dragged off to the crew's ship ... perhaps she could kill two birds with one stone. She stopped a few feet from the troll and shifted upright to meet his eye-level, snapping off a half-wave, half-salute to the man.

"Did I hear ya right? Vyx is back in Rumblood?" Ateya smirked thinly and folded her arms, flexing her scar-riddled biceps as much as she could without being too obvious about it. "Think I saw her ... shit, can't remember how long ago it was ... but we was in the Jester. Maybe. I spend most'a shore leave shitfaced so who knows? I just remember feelin'er up with my eyes." She laughed once, throwing her head back. "Don't suppose Vyx's looking for a crewhand, isshe? Spend years as bosun with my last crew 'fore she went to shit a fortnight ago, so I can assist whoever you got in charge of repairs." She winked and rocked back gently, a small show of relaxation to make her appear more confidant. "Ya ever seen a bitch patch an airship hull from the outside in mid-flight?" She jerked a thumb toward herself. "Not yet, ya haven't."

Mentions: Dalamus Ulom Fable Meme Machine shadowz1995
Interactions: LazyDaze Tarmagon

 

[Tarmagon]

Tyr watched with a combination of bemusement and concern as yet more warm bodies appeared, joining the group centered around the 'priest'. At least things seemed to be less tense, which was a good thing in Tyr's book. Pandora had wisely taken her leave, heading in the direction of a bar and while Tyr wanted to do the same, his sense of duty kept him from doing so. Well, that and the sight of an honest to the gods Lamia. Tyr had never seen one, though to be fair after his exposure to the rather varied crew the Lady boasted, he didn't find her, and it was definitely a female, appearance unsettling. She didn't appear to be causing any trouble though, so Tyr started to turn away but a flash of red scales pulled his attention back to the lamia as she approached him. Her serpentine body coiled underneath her, raising her humanoid torso until her eye met Tyr's levelly.

"Did I hear ya right? Vyx is back in Rumblood? Think I saw her ... shit, can't remember how long ago it was ... but we was in the Jester. Maybe. I spend most'a shore leave shitfaced so who knows? I just remember feelin'er up with my eyes. Don't suppose Vyx's looking for a crewhand, isshe? Spend years as bosun with my last crew 'fore she went to shit a fortnight ago, so I can assist whoever you got in charge of repairs. Ya ever seen a bitch patch an airship hull from the outside in mid-flight? Not yet, ya haven't."

Tyr didn't miss the 'subtle' flexing of the lamia's muscles to emphasize her strength, nor the boisterous attitude she was projecting. There was no way that this person actually knew Vyxyl, or she'd know that the only reason Tyr got to call the captain Vyx was due to long familiarity and a pronounced difficultly actually saying her entire name. He could do it, and would in formal situations, but most of the crew knew better. Still though, he had to admire the absolute brass that it took to try and pull off a bluff like that.

"Mis'y" Tyr said with a chuckle, "Joo gots joo a set o'brass ones der. I c'n respect d'at. Nows, joo be tellin' me de Cap's real name, n we be talkin'."

Tyr waited a moment, holding the lamia's eye steadily. He didn't see any signs of scarring around the patch covering her other eye. Personal affectation maybe? No matter.

"I didn't think so," he said when it became obvious the lamia couldn't answer his question, dropping the patois from his speech. "Now, while I appreciate a good bluff, it's wise to get as many facts as you can before you try. Still, I have to admire your chutzpah. So, I'm Tyr, Mate on the Whimsical Lady. Why don't you introduce yourself properly and tell me why I should recommend to Captain Vyxyl that we consider taking you aboard?"

Collidias Rex

 

[Pilgrim59]

La Noire
Rumblood Isle, Unknown

Interacted: Oliver ( shadowz1995 )
Mentioned: Naga ( LazyDaze ), Tyr ( Tarmagon ), Pandora ( Meme Machine ), Placide ( Dalamus Ulom )
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Noire could only retain her calm demeanor upon the arrival of her other shipmates. She let out a slight giggle at the behest of Naga's comments regarding sharks. The reverend sure had achieved the attention he sought, albeit straying far from the conforming ears. Needless to say, Noire was more interested in the man's magic than what he had to say about his faith. A certain circumspect acknowledgement, with her vigilance retained. Noire's amber, feline eyes studied the faces around her, before a voice reached out to the feline witch.

“Do you think it’s a wise idea to be carrying around someone who’s being watched by the guards of the king?” Pandora asked.

"Perhaps. I am merely intrigued by his display of the arcane and nothing more to what pleases my eyes." Noire remarked softly, followed by a grin.

Before long, the First Mate's voice echoed among the multitude of the Whimsical Lady's finest. Perhaps the necromancer had given into her curiosities, in neglect of the traditional norms of order. While she felt quite annoyed by the disturbance of her intrigues, the witch conceded to the troll's reprimanding voice. Despite Tyr's sharp glares, Noire retained her grinning visage. A reputable First Mate that knows when and where to conduct civil accounts for his men were more than enough to persuade the necromantress from her indulged entertainment. Upon Tyr's verbal dismissal of the crowd, Noire eyed her superior off, while brushing her coat and robe. Taking heed of her undead friend's eyes and words.

"I concur. Let us away then!" Noire remarked, turning herself towards the general direction of the docks.

Beneath her flowing white robes, and a weathered Maerinian marine uniform, the feline necromantress kept her wits about her. Scanning from streets to streets, the witch made sure that she was voided of entanglement with the passing faces. Donning a charming, and aloof stare across the horizon, Noire kept her pace - disguising her careful watch, as she and her companion followed the cobbled path before them.

"I'm sure the Captain will find the reverend to be quite a catch, what say you, my dear Oliver?" Noire uttered towards Oliver, having passed a glance at their personnel of interest.

 

[Kimiwriter]

Ares Murkwing
Pandora Thorston
(Collaboration with Meme Machine )
Location: bar on Rumblood
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Ares blinked, his golden eyes quickly checking the girl wasn't brandishing a gun or knife before he took her hand, careful not to grip too tightly or scratch her with his claws, and shook it. "Nice to meet you." He resisted the urge to add 'miss' to the end of his sentences. "I'm Ares."

The barmaid returned with his drink and walked away without a word.

The harpy took it, spinning the pint in his claws. Should I offer to buy her a drink? With no work lined up yet, he didn't want to spend more than he had to. But he also wanted to be polite. "Would . . . you like some?"

Pandora’s smile widened ever so slightly as the harpy shook her hand with his claw. She was glad he didn’t shy away from it, Pandora wanted to have someone new to talk to. Everyone on the ship was extremely interesting, but she never wanted to pry into their pasts.

She watched as the barmaid came over and handed the man his drink, before turning away. That was perfectly fine with her, she didn’t like drinking. She didn’t like drunk people either. To many bad memories. Which is why she looked slightly surprised. Her nose scrunched up for a moment, before relaxing and shaking her head.

“No, I only drink when I need to. To bitter for my taste.” She said simply, shrugging. She didn’t want him to pay for anything for her either, they had just met after all.

Nodding, Ares took a quick sip, grimacing at the taste, before pushing it to the side. He wasn't in any rush to finish it.

Unfortunately, now he had no idea what to say to her that wouldn't come off sounding strange. Slaves couldn't speak unless spoken to; not an ideal way to learn how to hold conversations with pretty girls.

"You . . . uh . . . seem to have a pretty rough looking crew." He tilted his head towards the window where the crowd was starting to disperse. "What ship do you sail with?"

Pandora laughed at his statement, not failing to notice the awkwardness in his tone. A rough looking crew indeed. She guessed to an outside they looked pretty damn intimidating, but she found most of the crew was nicer than they looked as long as you stayed on their good side.

She remembered that she was pretty scared not to long ago, being one of the few humans on board.

“Yeah, I guess they are intimidating huh? I sail with the Whimsical Lady. Our captain is Vyxyl. She was since enough to let me on as part of her crew not to long ago.” She said calmly, watching the Harpy. She could tell it was slightly awkward for him to talk to her, but she couldn’t tell if it was just how he was, or her as a person.

Ares' wings twitched. His previous crew had told him a few stories about other captains, including the Captain Vyxyl. "Do you know if she needs anymore hands? I just got into port not too long ago, sailed with Captain Scribner, but he plans on staying here for a bit longer than I'd like." The words tumbled from his beak faster than he would have liked, but he felt a bit relieved once it was all out.

His first crew had been fine. They taught him the ropes, given him a fair share for his station, but they also preferred smaller ventures to avoid drawing too much attention to themselves. A little more freedom and adventure would be nice.

Pandora shrugged, but smiled. She would think that him and Mr. Harper would get along swimmingly, as he didn’t seem to be the type to randomly insult people.

“I’m not sure, you would have to come with me to see. Though be prepared for random insults. That’s how she maintains order.” After this, she threw a glance over her shoulder to look at the others, see how they were doing and all.

Following her gaze, Ares noticed the crew seemed to be dispersing. Heading back to their ship, perhaps? "I would appreciate an introduction. And insults don't bother me. I'm used to them."

Standing, he took another gulp of his drink. The taste assaulted his tongue and burned his throat. Ares tried not to cough as he shook his head and pushed the pint away. "And you're right about those drinks. Too bitter."

Meme Machine (collab partner), Fable (mentioned)

 

[Alteras]

[div class=background][div class=MarFlex] [div class=MarImage] [div class=MarTitle]Marceline Detrovski[/div] [div class=MarMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Kitchen

Interactions:
Probably George [/div][/div] [div class=MarContent]Marceline could do nothing as she was carried to the sacks. Who is this man?! What happened to the kitchen?! Why is my cat being useless?! Such thoughts ran through her head. As she was tossed onto the sacks, she slowly regained enough strength to wipe her face clean before the questioning began.

"... wait. What? Your kitchen?!?!?" She sat herself in relative shock before composing herself with pride. "This is MY kitchen!! I'm the head chef, Marceline Detrovski!" She cried out with a slightly crumpled face. Marceline knew that she had locked herself in for a long time, but shouldn't be long enough to the point where the ship would hire a new chef. Wouldn't make any sense!

She looked around the kitchen hoping to find some clue of the current time. Catching sight of some items (of poor quality no less) that seem to be brought onto the ship as well as the sensation of being anchored, her mind suddenly caught up. No way... Are we at Rumblood already?!

Needless to say, her face was slightly more pale as she turned back to the unkempt man and glared at him for answers to questions she hasn't even voiced. [/div][/div][/div] [class=background] width: 100%; height: auto; background-image: url('https://i.imgur.com/ROvSFjm.jpg'); padding: 5vh 0; [/class] [class=MarFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=MarImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 700px; background-image: url('https://i.imgur.com/UISDgS9.jpg'); background-size: 160%; background-position: 70% 17%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=MarTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0px; left: 00px; right: 00px; height: auto; width: auto; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 25px; white-space: nowrap; line-height: 1; font-family: 'Trade Winds'; color: #271d2d; background-image: linear-gradient(to top, #efefec, transparent); text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=MarMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Open Sans'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=MarMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=MarContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Open Sans'; color: black; font-size: initial; [/class]

 

[Probably George]

Dilano, the Bramble Blazed
Location: Ship kitchen
Interaction: Alteras ​

This one had some feist in her! So that ruled out any sort of poisoning. A normal person would still question her cover story, but the bramble was clouding Dilano's judgement. At the very least, she seemed genuine, so he accepted her excuse. "Marclean Destrosk?" His butchering on her name was more a coincidence of the bramble mixed with his poor speech rather than disrespect. "Well then, Chef Destrosk-" Dilano got back on his feet as he swung his arm to emphasize a cordial over-emphasized bow. "I'm ya' sous chef, Dilano~"

While introducing himself, Dilano neglected his new boss. "Geez, the kitchen ain't that bad. Not a rodent in sight! And if there is, I burn em!" Dilano snapped his finger for show as his thumb lit on fire, only to be blown out with a quick breath. "An' don't worry about the crew. I've been keepin their bellies warm and full." At the very least, he could loosen the girl up to him.

 

[Fable]

( Alteras Archon Collidias Rex Dalamus Ulom EccentricFantasy fluticasone Kimiwriter LazyDaze Lord Mitmar Meme Machine Noble Scion Probably George Reytian shadowz1995 Pilgrim59 Tarmagon )
( Apologies being a day late, my arms were dead yesterday. )

Location: Researcher's 'Shop'
(Story/lore progress.)

"I'll be your collateral," Earl offered without any hesitation. This might have been perceived as a pick-up line at a brothel, but he was serious in his offer. It also wasn't something Vyxyl had expected as an offer or answer. Her eyes narrowed at the man and for a long moment she was silent as her mind whirred through the various pros and cons of this negotiation. She didn't trust the man, but as far as she knew and was being protected by the Pirate King here, that made him of some value. However, his protection was a problem.

"Mr. Harper," Vyxyl said in an authoritative tone, "I'll be needing a special contract written up; in triplicate. One for Earl, one for myself, and one for the Pirate King. You are waiving your protection from the Pirate King while under my sails. So, should you dare cross me you won't have the comfort of knowing the Pirate King will keep you alive."

"Very well then. I'll being preparing my materials and meet you at your ship to go over the contract."

Vyxyl made sure to take back the relic map, dragging Harper along with her back to the ship wondering what chaos she was going to have to deal with. Port calls were troublesome, but necessary. She'd get back to the ship and have Harper write the contracts and then have someone herd the crew back to the ship since she would prefer to leave sooner rather than later.

The walk back was uneventful, besides overhearing the gossip about the annoying proselytizing priest and the weird pirates who had caused trouble, one of which mentioned a man covered in tattoos from head to toe and she sighed hoping it was some other pirate and not the one who she'd had in her brig. She'd figure out what the hell was going on back on her ship.

As she boarded, well even before she boarded, one of the crew shouted her coming arrival and the on desk scattered and ran to make themselves appear busy. She made sure to glower at the laze crew before taking note of the strange moth-creature. "Now what," she muttered under her breath, seeing as it was being ignored. So she would have to personally deal with this then it seemed, something that would take away her time in dealing with more important matters.

"Harper, go write those contracts. And you, who are you and state your business," she said with crossed arms and a displeased expression.

(Getting closer to set sail, wrap up your stuff.)

 

[LazyDaze]

Naga was absolutely floored when it was revealed that the bar was in fact in the opposite directions. "What kind of dark magic is this," Naga said sternly as he continued to shift his glance to and fro. Obviously it was some sinister higher power that had cursed his existence. Constantly shifting reality and warping the memories of those around them so they never noticed. He felt sorry for them, for they knew not of the dark powers that controlled their daily lives.

Naga held back the urge to roll his eyes as Placide seemed to be laying it on thick when interacting with the snake woman. Whatever the case...her hand was no longer a virgin. He winced at the thought and shook his head free of pointless thoughts as he held back yet another urge to drag Placide by the collar and into the bar. Surprisingly Oliver stepped forward, and unsurprisingly Noire spoke soon after. From the sound of it, they were going to take away Naga's chance for a great night out. By night out he meant battling demi gods to the death. He could understand his worries, especially when accompanied with Tyr's earlier sentiments, but Naga really didn't care to put it simply. They were looking at them...sooooooo scary. If only they knew they were carrying around a zombie. Noire then turned to the docks as if the matter was already decided. Naga raised an eyebrow as she headed toward the bar. The problem was...it wasn't the bar. (He already forgot what Placide had told him.)

"Hah, guess Ol Noire wised up and realized the value of a good drink," Naga said with a confident look as he continued his reality warping trek. "....Strange looking bar....wait. Curses they're at it again," Naga said as he was back on the ship. "Well at the very least we should have some drinks...somewhere."

Dalamus Ulom shadowz1995 Pilgrim59 Collidias Rex

 

[Noble Scion]

Harper Jules

Spoiler: Appearance

​

Harper was star-struck as they travelled around the house, his expression fawning over every sentence the master researched Earl said. The piles of books were akin to the marvel he planned on having himself one day, and to see it physically possible was astounding to the harpy who now appeared to be in a state of blind amazement. Between having the books themselves, a variety of tools for whatever situation, and even the level of understanding this aged man held was a sight to behold to him, even if his captain just found it as nothing more than a clutter of messy paper.

"He reassembled a forgotten language..." Jules echoed after him, finding such a prospect much more interesting than deciphering some map that would probably lead to some boring old glittery stuff in a chest buried under an X, although it might be fun to learn about how this "glyph language" worked. He couldn't help but send excited looks at Vyxyl as Earl explained his side of the bargain for their little treasure hunt. The bird boy seemed rather ecstatic at the idea of travelling with someone holding the qualifications to be his idol, so much so that he was very prominently puffing out his chest with a gleaming, confident smile, as though he was trying to impress the researcher

The offer of "ownership" of a person was rather strange and a little off-putting if he was willing to give up his life for this treasure, considering it was something Harper only viewed as a means to an end of purchasing information and staying alive. Luxury was second to such a thing, which was one of the more prominent reasons as to why he assumed Vyxyl kept him around. She supplied books, he worked for her and did as he was told. A simple, but effective system.

Jules also liked to think that made him dependable, but he wasn't too sure if his captain really trusted him, what with all the abuse she gave him. Just friendly banter to her, he hoped, rather than true aggression.

"Oh, uh, sure!" he bumbled happily in response to the mention of writing out the contract a couple of times. A little tedious of a task, but again, he was getting paid for this stuff rather than silly things like labour.

He was rather reluctant to leave Earl's house, but after a little bit of his cap's "persuasion", he went along begrudgingly.

The appearance of... Whatever that thing was, was rather discomforting for Jules, given that he prided himself on knowing many things. He intended on finding out about them later, but for now, he had work to do.

He wandered away from the white-haired woman's side in search of several pieces of parchment, a quill, and some ink. A noticeable pleased jaunt in his step, practically emanating joy, this being an unusual occurrence for who was typically such a meek-willed creature, a curious sight for those that knew him.
Fable Lord Mitmar

 

[Collidias Rex]

"Mis'y" The troll chuckled. Amused. That could have meant anything. "Joo gots joo a set o'brass ones der. I c'n respect d'at. Nows, joo be tellin' me de Cap's real name, n we be talkin'."

Aw shit.


Ateya quirked a brow skeptically, as if the troll had asked a ridiculous question. She'd hoped he might have relented under a little pressure, but her accusation was firmly rebutted the troll's silent staring. Of course it was - he had no problem chewing out a pirate crew, of course he could call a bluff.

Shit, Vyx-what? Vyx-ail? Vyx-ere? Vyx-ilia? She didn't like her odds.

Relenting, she sighed and shrunk back a tad. She'd tried the bold tactic - what was next? Reasoning? And if that failed?

No. She didn't want to beg. She wouldn't. She'd sooner throw herself off a skyship. She bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

"I didn't think so. Now, while I appreciate a good bluff, it's wise to get as many facts as you can before you try. Still, I have to admire your chutzpah. So, I'm Tyr, Mate on the Whimsical Lady."

Ateya watched carefully, curiously as she rocked back a little. The sudden switch in the troll's voice caught her off-guard. Apparently she wasn't the only one bluffing. Oh boy had she called that one wrong.

"Why don't you introduce yourself properly and tell me why I should recommend to Captain Vyxyl that we consider taking you aboard?"

She stared momentarily and the gears turned in her head to process everything she'd heard. She had a knack for bullshit - but dealing with 'bullshit' in all its forms seemed to be the troll's forte. Well played, lad.

Time for the 'honest charm offensive'. Ateya beamed as she shifted upright. The salute she snapped off was much sharper than the half-wave she'd previously delivered, rigid and proper like the kind of thing she imagined they did on military ships.

"Sure 'ting, boss. Name's Ateya - Call me 'Tey' or whatever ya damn well please, you're in charge here. Driele born'n'raised for better or worse. Def'n'ly worse though." She slapped her scarred arm with a deft nod of her head. "Kept me working hard, though. Top half's a lie - wouldn't know a thing about the Captain - but the tail-end's the truth. I know what I'm doing on a ship." She flicked her tail for emphasis. "You look like a big lad who needs a big feed, so clearly the Cap'n has an eye for talent, and she's willing to feed some'un worth their do. So lemme tell you what I 'do'."

She held one arm upright and whistled - one short low note, and a second note which quickly rose to a crescendo. With the first, one of the ropes tying her equipment to her flew undone with explosive force, snapping up and into the air. With the second, it whipped toward her and lashed around her left arm like a striking snake. It quickly twisted and threaded back and forth, and two seconds later when Ateya fell silent, it was tied fast around her forearm in a neat bowline.

"Can tie a knot with my voice. Neat trick, yeah?" She tugged the rope to test the knot, then handed the end to Tyr for inspection. "Takes a bit'a prep time but comes in handy when you're upside-down and hanging over the edge of a skyship se'ral hundred feet over the water, with a hammer in one hand and a board in the other. Wasn't lying - I can abs'lutely repair a hull from the outside in mid-flight. I got enough length on me to make it work - just tie me off to the mast and I'm good to go."

"I've been around enough to know the ins-an-outs of damn near any part'a the ship. Not much I can't fix." With that she whistled again, untying the rope from her arm and sending it lashing around her waist again, looping through her backpack and tying it off. She considered making a joke about being the 'spawn of medusa', but ... pirates could be a skeptical lot. Maybe that bit could wait until after the interview.

"And that's me, boss." Though she confidently placed her hands on her waist, a glimmer of sweat beaded down her forehead, betraying her anxiety and desperation. "If you got a fine and dissern'un eye that likes the cut'a my jib - just give the word and I'll follow you back to your ship."

And if he didn't like her ...

She didn't want to think about that. She had let herself get hopeful about this opportunity. Too hopeful.

Interactions: Tarmagon

 

[Tarmagon]

"Thank you Ateya," Tyr said, one eyebrow raised at her display. "I've heard of 'snake singers' who can charm serpents with music or voice, but damme if I've ever seen someone charm a rope."

As much as he wanted someone with a talent like the one Ateya was displaying, he made himself take a good, long look at the lamia. Her human portion was well muscled, and the scars bore mute testament to a hard life. The serpents tail she sported was long. Damned long. Tyr guess she'd be a good fifteen, maybe twenty feet if she stretched herself out flat. Knowing what he did about serpent anatomy, that was a lot of muscle. And that would take a lot of food. Then there was the little matter of where in the hells could they put her? Space on any ship was at a premium, and except for the hold, Tyr doubted there was anyplace the lamia could fit, except the deck of course.

"Gonna be straight with you," Tyr said. "I'd love to have that talent on board the Lady. I think the Captain would too. Here's the problems. The first be food. I bet you eat a lot, cause there's a lot of you. How long can you last if the rations get tight? If you're willing to take a three-quarters share to make up for the extra rations, that'll solve the immediate issue, but I don't want to take you aboard and watch you starve to death if we get caught on a lee shore for a month. The second problem would be where the hell to put you. Crew quarters are out, no way you'd fit into a hammock. Could put you in the hold, but that'd be damned uncomfortable. I imagine you'd be okay on deck during good weather, but we get a blow you'd have to get below. How'd you handle things on your last ship?"

Collidias Rex

 

[Meme Machine]

Pandora​

Location: Rumblood
Outfit: Black cloak and pants, white shirt
Mood: Curious
Interactions: Kimiwriter

Pandora grinned, and stood up suddenly, placing a hand on her hips. Her grin had a little mischief in it, but an idea was behind them.

“Well, that’s good. Because you’re about to get one. And introduction, I mean. It’s ‘bout time we need to head to the ship, so you should come meet Tyr. I can’t promise anything, but if he says it’s cool, it’s cool. Probably.” she muttered the last part, not wanting to freak him out. She turned on her heel and went to the door, holding it open. She gave him a look that said ‘you coming?’ Before passing another glance at the small crowd. She would head back as soon as she introduced him to Tyr. [/div]

 

[Kimiwriter]

Ares Murkwing
Location: Bloodrum
Interactions: Meme Machine
​

Ares stood to follow Pandora out, careful to keep his wings close so he didn't bump into anyone's table or drinks. His wings ached from being so stiff and close. Stepping outside with Pandora, he relaxed a bit, letting the sea breeze that drifted through town slip through his feathers.

"Any tips on making a good impression?"

Still fairly new to pirating, he didn't have the knowledge or skill for any special position, but Scribner hired him as a general crew member. Just another lackey to keep the ship running; perhaps he could convince this Tyr and Captain Vyxyl to do the same.

He looked around the streets, noticing the people and the way they moved amongst each other. He motioned for Pandora to take the lead.

 

[Fable]

( Alteras Archon Collidias Rex Dalamus Ulom EccentricFantasy fluticasone Kimiwriter LazyDaze Lord Mitmar Meme Machine Noble Scion Probably George Reytian shadowz1995 Pilgrim59 Tarmagon )
( Apologies on the delay. Life is hectic af for me rn with juggling way too much this month. )

Location: The Whimsical Lady
(Story/lore progress.)

As the moth creature had not replied to her question and Vyxyl hated wasting her time she directed the deck crew to deal with her ( Lord Mitmar ). She needed to get back with Harper to work out the finer details of their contract with Earl before they set off. They'd start with a single copy of the contract and let Earl review it. That way if he demanded any changes Harper wouldn't have to make multiple new copies.

She grabbed the nearest crew member (faceless NPC) and gave them orders to round up the crew. That task was always a nightmare since they wandered around like lost children sometimes and some might have opted to stay in port. They'd better get their asses back to the ship though because she would leave them behind if they couldn't be bothered to be punctual.

Vyxyl made her way to her quarters waiting for Harper to make an appearance. She sat in her large chair at her desk, there was a smaller desk with a simple chair for 'guests' to use. Mostly for dictation when she was multitasking and needed someone to write down things while she handled other matters. So the small desk is where Harper would have to sit while Vyxyl rambled off the general terms of the simple contract. It wouldn't have any real legal standing in the world of law abiding citizens, but it would with pirate law.

Whenever Harper bothered to make an appearance Vyxyl would set down the terms they had discussed. Earl was giving himself as collateral, which extended to his expansive collection and knowledge of relics. He would waive his right of protection from the Pirate King while under Vyxyl's sails. There was a mention of his payment being a small percentage of treasure acquired with his assistance as well as the access to any new relic knowledge.

(Left this short since people still have PCs wandering around. There is a 'faceless crew npc' gathering all PCs back to the ship so we can move on.)​

 

[Alteras]

[div class=background][div class=MarFlex] [div class=MarImage] [div class=MarTitle]Marceline Detrovski[/div] [div class=MarMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Kitchen > Captain's Quarters

Interactions:
Probably George Fable [/div][/div] [div class=MarContent]Sous Chef? Ah... that would be like my former position...

Marceline slowly convinced herself. Her face was still red from her sudden outburst, but against the more relaxed attitude of Dilano, she found it more difficult to maintain any semblance of anger. She was miffed that Dilano claimed that the kitchen is in a serviceable shape free of rats. However, in her pointless search for more faults in the kitchen, no rodents were indeed present. Likewise, she began to realize that since she had locked herself inside, the ship was without a chef, and any new chefs brought on board would probably have similar results.

Perhaps from finally calming down, or from exhaustion, Marceline looked back at Dilano with a pair of eyes reluctantly accepting the situation. "Marceline Detrovski... Whatever, Dilano? It's a bit too late, but... Agh... forget the formalities, I'll try your dishes later and teach you our recipes." She lifted the book in her hands before pointing towards the back of the kitchen, where the large amount of ingredients were. "Feel free to use them as you wish. I have to inform the captain, Gru's Recipes have been made."

She pushed herself off the sacks and slowly wandered out of the kitchen, towards the Captain's Quarters. On the way, she greeted old faces, almost all of which had an expression like they were seeing a ghost. Eventually she made it to Vyxyl's office and tentatively opened the door when she was sure she wasn't interrupting something (presumably before Harper arrived). "Captain! Former Head Chef Grulashk's Recipes have been translated!" She said with great pride as she showed the recipe book she made. [/div][/div][/div] [class=background] width: 100%; height: auto; background-image: url('https://i.imgur.com/ROvSFjm.jpg'); padding: 5vh 0; [/class] [class=MarFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=MarImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; max-height: 700px; background-image: url('https://i.imgur.com/UISDgS9.jpg'); background-size: 160%; background-position: 70% 17%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=MarTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0px; left: 00px; right: 00px; height: auto; width: auto; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 25px; white-space: nowrap; line-height: 1; font-family: 'Trade Winds'; color: #271d2d; background-image: linear-gradient(to top, #efefec, transparent); text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=MarMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Open Sans'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=MarMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=MarContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Open Sans'; color: black; font-size: initial; [/class]

 

[Collidias Rex]

Perhaps she had a big heart in every sense of the word. A big heart to circulate blood through nearly twenty feet of body. A big heart to give her courage. But also a big heart to make for an easy target. Easy to win. Easy to break.

Times had made her hard, but only on the outside. On the outside she could charm, laugh, bluff her way through life. She could take blows and insults and quips and comments. But when all her tricks failed her, she didn't quite know what to do. Disarmed like this, reality had a certain armor-penetrating quality to it. Because the troll was right to be skeptical. She'd have been skeptical in his place, too.

"Gonna be straight with you, I'd love to have that talent on board the Lady. I think the Captain would too. Here's the problems."

Problems. Yeah, it was always 'problems'.

"The first be food. I bet you eat a lot, cause there's a lot of you. How long can you last if the rations get tight? If you're willing to take a three-quarters share to make up for the extra rations, that'll solve the immediate issue, but I don't want to take you aboard and watch you starve to death if we get caught on a lee shore for a month."

Hah, he was worried about her starving. What a sweetheart. She smiled coldly as she listened.

"The second problem would be where the hell to put you. Crew quarters are out, no way you'd fit into a hammock. Could put you in the hold, but that'd be damned uncomfortable. I imagine you'd be okay on deck during good weather, but we get a blow you'd have to get below. How'd you handle things on your last ship?"

She made a move to leave, to abandon discussions altogether. Her body didn't let her, and it stayed still. It would have been easier to just give up discussions altogether. Get it out of the way and go back to what she was doing. It would have been easier.

But she'd never been about that life. In fact, the entire last week hadn't felt like life at all. Something bolstered her, a kind of furious energy stuck halfway between determination and self-loathing.

"Tyr, it was? You're being real straight-up with me, so let me be straight with ya." Ateya's shoulders slumped, and the weight of her arms visibly rested on the hands on her hips. There was defeat in the way she held herself, but a fire in her eyes as she kept her gaze on his. "I'm gonna die here if I stay. I've run out'a coin and if you and your crew won't take me - nobody will." She shrugged, but when her shoulders fell, they didn't fall all the way back to their slumped position. She felt warm. Hot, even. That determination and self-loathing swelled within her breast.

"Three-quarters share? Fine. A half-share? Fine. Anything is a better deal than what I'll get here. I don't need quarters, I don't need a hammock, I can curl up and I'm my own bed. I ain't afraid of starving. I starved for five years under Driele slavers and I did it for the good of people who held nothing but disgust for me. But I'm still here because I'm a hard bitch and I pulled my weight. I did fuckin' everything in the world to earn enough food to survive. If there's anything I need to do to make this work, then by all means tell me because I'm fuckin' sick of sitting on my fifteen-foot-ass all day and watching myself die!"

She paused, breathless and red-faced. It occurred to her she'd been rising steadily in volume, almost to a shout. She took a deep breath, but even as anger and embarrassment crept across her cheeks, she held her gaze.

"Sorry to shout, boss, but I'm about sick to death of being meek and miserable here. If there's any mercy in your heart, then bring me aboard and save my life. And if there's none ..."

She shrugged distantly.

"Then what's it matter to you if I starve or freeze to death? I'm ready to work and I'm ready to give up whatever I need for a chance at actually living."

Interactions: Tarmagon

 

[Tarmagon]

" 'Teya," Tyr said, his voice carefully neutral, "I'm a pirate, not a monster. It's my job to make sure the ship's ready to answer to the Captain's orders first, and to see to the welfare of the crew second. Now, since I think you could help me with the first one there, it kind of makes your welfare something I need to consider. I don't know your life, and I don't know why you're so angry at the world. Maybe one day you'll choose to tell me. For now, reign it in while I think."

Tyr watched the young? he had no way of knowing how old the lamia actually was, woman visibly control herself, and nodded his approval. That was a good start. She wasn't going to beg, but she wasn't going to roll over and accept death without a fight either. He'd take her at her word about her needs... there had to be an out of the way corner big enough for her to curl up in. Hmm. That talent she had with ropes. Vyxyl would probably back his play if Ateya proved as useful as Tyr thought she would.

"Alright Teya," Tyr said. "We're gonna try this. The Lady needs a bosun, so we're gonna try you there. If the cap'n says 'aye' I'll be puttin you to work at a 3/4 share until we see how you do. If'n the cap'n won't take you as the bosun, I'll take you on myself as a rigger, and damned well pay you out of my own pocket. Can you read and write?"

Tyr watched the lamia's face fall, but she looked him in the eye and shook her head.

"Then you report directly to me every other day for an hour," Tyr said firmly. "This ain't negotiable. If you're going to be an officer, you will have to be literate."

Tyr looked Ateya directly in the eyes as he continued speaking, his voice level, but with maybe a hint of something more in its depths.

"You'll work hard, but do your best and I'll do my best by you. Endanger the Lady or her crew in any way and I'll use you for fish bait. And that 'crew' means yourself as well missy. Now, you be callin me Tyr when we be alone, and Mate or Sir when there's crew about. And lose the damned salute. We're not the never to be sufficiently damned Maerin navy. So, you aboard with this?"

Collidias Rex

 

[Noble Scion]

Harper Jules

Spoiler: Appearance

Harper, proudly showcasing the found pieces of paper and quill, returned to vyxyl's cabin as requested only to find the rather depressing sight of that prankster Marceleine, who he had not forgotten had played a most vicious and cruel trick on him for laughter at his expense. Scowling at the woman as he skulked his way over to the available, small desk which he had become slightly familiar with, he sat there quietly and awaited his captain's words to be translated into the wonderful world of literature that he adored so much.

He was a little surprised that the chef was even capable of writing, nevermind took the initiative to write out all the recipes of their former chef that she could find, but the information was pleasing to hear as it meant that they'd get to feast upon some much more delicious an wonderful foods. He was still going to have to read through that later and make sure that "magically-fried harpy wings" weren't in there, and if it was, he'd probably add in something like breaded human fingers as revenge.

He'd never tried human, but considering they were the predominant race in this small world of pirates and evil popes that wanted to kill him, he doubted he'd get the chance unless he actively pursued it. He'd take cooked mice over intelligent beings any day of the week.

He patiently tapped at his priest-hood bell as he sat there thinking, creating a small yet pleasant tinkling sound.
Fable Alteras​

 

[Meme Machine]

Pandora​

Location: Rumblood
Outfit: Black cloak and pants, white shirt
Mood: Curious
Interactions: Kimiwriter Tarmagon

Pandora happily led the way to Tyr, coming up at the last bit of his speech. She was almost skipping, as her nature was. Waving her hand enthusiastically, Pandora stopped in front of him. “Tyr! Sir. Sorry to barge in on a conversation, but there’s someone else who wants to come with us.” She said enthusiastically. She then looked at the sun, and gasped.

“Oh lord! I need to get back to the ship.” She muttered under her breath, about to make a move to leave until she realized she had to still introduce the Harpy. She then shifted back and forth on her feet, picking at her nails in anticipation. She didn’t want to be rude; that wasn’t her style. But she also didn’t want to get left behind. Though granted, the ship wouldn’t leave without Tyr.

 

[Kimiwriter]

Ares Murkwing
Location: Bloodrum​

Ares had hoped Pandora would lead him to the ship. It would have given him time to bolster his confidence; the sight of a new ship, the smell of the docks, the natural excitement of a new adventure would help. Instead, the girl led him towards the troll who had been yelling at the rest of the crew not too long ago.

Slowing his stride, the harpy listened in as the troll, Pandora had called him Tyr, interviewed a lamia for a position on the ship. Please don't let that be the only spot. Stopping a few strides away, he held his hands behind his back to wait. He tried to look expectant, but he didn't want to seem like he was eavesdropping. Hard not to do when the lamia's voice rose.

She's from Driele too?

The feathers on the back of his neck stood on end. Memories of cold nights, working in sweltering heat with little water, and being thrown table scraps like he was a second thought crept into his vision. There were times he could still feel the tethers around his wrists and ankles. He remembered seeing a few lamia working in the warehouses or at the docks, growing up. He imagined if he and the woman before him compared notes, their lives would be quite similar. The thought sent a shudder down his spine. It was sickening.

If he were stronger, or if he had his own ship and crew, he would hunt down every slaver ship, release everyone there, and sink the ship with the slavers on it. One day.

He waited until Pandora had caught Tyr's attention before stepping forward, all nerves gone and replaced by the desire to destroy Driele, one ship at a time. "Ares Murkwing, Sir. I sailed with Captain Scribner last. He had me working as a scout or up in the crow's nest but I've been doing hard labor all my life. If you have room for one more, I'd like to join you." Ares paused and held his breath in anticipation.

Meme Machine (mentioned), Collidias Rex (mentioned), Tarmagon (interaction)