turtwigwins
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As the beginning days passed Rahmer took time to help on deck, but also time to better understand what the captain had said previously. He went out seeking the help of two of the scientists he had been introduced to before by Kozlova, Dr. Bachvarov and Mr. Dragomirov asking if they had any theories to the reports of the shifting lands. Prehaps there would be something within the land itself that revealed as to the nature of these changes. If it was a consistent change it would be able to be mapped.
Rahmer breathed in the crisp air as the crew docked at Edwin’s Point. The crowd that had gathered along the docks caught his eye, locals looking on with interest at the massive behemoth of a ship now docked in their quiet port. Rahmer gave a smile to the group as he walked onto the docks giving a wave, "Behold,The Royal Albionian Ship Dawnbreaker, the beauty that will chart a course through the dread wastes!" He waited for the sounds of amazement as Rahmer began rolling up his sleeves, answering a few eager questions as he began preparing to get to work. It was always good to announce yourself to the locals in ports like this. Often giving them enough curiosity would lead to them giving tidbits of information.
After the initial curiosity died down Rahmer began to dive into the task of loading supplies. His hands worked with practiced speed, guiding crates and barrels down to the dock, and leaving them there for the crew to haul aboard. There was something satisfying about this kind of work, a grounding repetive task, and he cheerfully bantered with the other deckhands as they loaded the supplies.
When the initial work was done, Rahmer and the lauhurians would take advantage of the chance to stretch their legs. Intermingling with the locals a few questions led to Rahmer being caught up in telling a tale of his past, which only spurred further curiosity from children nearby. Soon he found himself sitting down by one of the local houses as an engaged group of children looked up in awe. Having his own children had refined his storytelling ability, and it was a thing that always brought him joy.
"Once I was tasked in tracking down a great Morovian Brown Bear.."
"This wasn't just any bear—it was massive, with a coat as dark as the midnight sky and eyes that seemed almost intelligent. Frightening yes, but it was something that had to be pursued, as it had raided the local food stores. I set out with a small team, following the tracks through the dense forest. Days passed, and we faced harsh weather and treacherous terrain. Finally, deep in the heart of the woods, we found the bear near a dwindling stream. We realized the bear must have been desprate, the season hadn't been fair, and it looked as if the water was drying up..."
"What did you do then?" One of the children asked in excitment.
"Surrounded it and shot the bear to death, it was a big one, but nothing that steeled resolve couldn't solve." He paused for a moment, letting the situation sink in, "Remember to not be the bear, no matter how strong you think you are, if you piss of those around you there will be punishment." He looked to the parents nearby, some ammused and some annoyed, "So go be obident children and get back to chores." Ending the event with some laughter from the adults and sighs or complaints from the childs. Rahmer hoped conversation with the adults afterwards would bring some insight as to the situation of the port.
Rahmer breathed in the crisp air as the crew docked at Edwin’s Point. The crowd that had gathered along the docks caught his eye, locals looking on with interest at the massive behemoth of a ship now docked in their quiet port. Rahmer gave a smile to the group as he walked onto the docks giving a wave, "Behold,The Royal Albionian Ship Dawnbreaker, the beauty that will chart a course through the dread wastes!" He waited for the sounds of amazement as Rahmer began rolling up his sleeves, answering a few eager questions as he began preparing to get to work. It was always good to announce yourself to the locals in ports like this. Often giving them enough curiosity would lead to them giving tidbits of information.
After the initial curiosity died down Rahmer began to dive into the task of loading supplies. His hands worked with practiced speed, guiding crates and barrels down to the dock, and leaving them there for the crew to haul aboard. There was something satisfying about this kind of work, a grounding repetive task, and he cheerfully bantered with the other deckhands as they loaded the supplies.
When the initial work was done, Rahmer and the lauhurians would take advantage of the chance to stretch their legs. Intermingling with the locals a few questions led to Rahmer being caught up in telling a tale of his past, which only spurred further curiosity from children nearby. Soon he found himself sitting down by one of the local houses as an engaged group of children looked up in awe. Having his own children had refined his storytelling ability, and it was a thing that always brought him joy.
"Once I was tasked in tracking down a great Morovian Brown Bear.."
"This wasn't just any bear—it was massive, with a coat as dark as the midnight sky and eyes that seemed almost intelligent. Frightening yes, but it was something that had to be pursued, as it had raided the local food stores. I set out with a small team, following the tracks through the dense forest. Days passed, and we faced harsh weather and treacherous terrain. Finally, deep in the heart of the woods, we found the bear near a dwindling stream. We realized the bear must have been desprate, the season hadn't been fair, and it looked as if the water was drying up..."
"What did you do then?" One of the children asked in excitment.
"Surrounded it and shot the bear to death, it was a big one, but nothing that steeled resolve couldn't solve." He paused for a moment, letting the situation sink in, "Remember to not be the bear, no matter how strong you think you are, if you piss of those around you there will be punishment." He looked to the parents nearby, some ammused and some annoyed, "So go be obident children and get back to chores." Ending the event with some laughter from the adults and sighs or complaints from the childs. Rahmer hoped conversation with the adults afterwards would bring some insight as to the situation of the port.