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genessia2019-06-24 10:51 am
om_nom_namur) wrote in genessia2019-06-24 10:51 am
I WANT YOU TO JOIN ME IN A MYSTERY RESCUE MISSION!
[Sometime around mid-month, a text message goes out to the general public.]
WANTED
Adventurers strong enough to brave the high seas
Doctors, healers, and those inclined to render aid to the suffering
A worthy crew
Explorers
Those inclined to solve mysteries
Interested Parties Report to The Maelstrom at Fayren Harbor
Anchor Weighs at Dawn June 20
*~*~*~*
[Dawn at the Docks - June 20]
[In spite of the early hour, Fayren Harbor is bustling with activity as the darkness thins. Fishermen who've been out all night rush to bring their fresh catch to the market, while others who will be out all day race to be the first out to sea, and first to the best fishing spots. At the far end of the harbor an enormous clipper towers above the everyday ships, drawing a crowd of gawpers who, after being yelled at a few times by the workers hurriedly trying to load her, have the decency to stand back and let those who look to be on official business move freely. At the top of the gangplank a man with a clipboard hurriedly checks lists and directs those bringing cargo aboard, while an oversized, burly man with blue skin and shark features watches, balancing in a crouch on top of the rail. Though he isn't saying much, there's an air of authority about him. For any wishing to enlist, the fishman would seem a good person to talk to.]
[Fair Winds - June 20-21]
[When the supplies for the expedition are loaded and the tide is nearing its peak, Namur hollers for all hands to gather on deck for a quick briefing, the sun beginning to crest the horizon and make the sails glow as he speaks.]
A'ight y'all, thank y' for answerin' the call t' come an' help. We got a whole colony a folks that's gone missin', an' I ain't gonna lie, I ain't got any idea what we's gonna be in for once we reach the island. No one's been able t' get there since they gone, or at the very least ain't no one bothered comin' back, an' folks is worried they mighta met a dreadful end if y' catch my drift. This voyage's gonna be dangerous, but I know we's up t' the challenge. Whatever quarrels y' got with each other, leave 'em on these shores, cuz from now on 'til we make it back we's all on the same team, workin' for the same goal. Watch each other's back, keep each other safe. If we do that, there ain't nothin' that's gonna keep us from hittin' our target.
When we get there, there might be folk that's sick, or maybe they don't want us botherin' 'em, or maybe somethin's already botherin' 'em an' they'll need our help gettin' rid a the pest. We done our best t' have somethin' ready for everthin' we could think of, but that don't mean we thought a everthin', so look sharp an' keep yer wits 'boutcha! Any kinda weird shit make sure t' report it t' somebody, preferably me or one a my kin. Enchantments an' curses ain't outta the question here, so if y' see somethin' strange, say somethin'. Easy as that.
Meantime, I 'xpect all them that knows their knots t' make theirselves useful gettin' this ol' girl t' run. The rest a y's gonna make yerselves useful in the galley, keepin' shit clean, an' learnin' the ropes. Don't wanna hear no bitchin' 'bout chores, we's all gonna be doin' 'em, so don't even start! Don't be stealin' each other's shit, an' definitely don't be showin' yerself for a shitty traitor. Them's the rules! Don't like 'em, get yer ass off the ship!
All that said now, let's get this baby out t' sea 'fore we lose our tide!
[There's plenty to do, both in getting the Maelstrom away, and in keeping her plunging dauntless through the open waters. Keeping sails trim, keeping the decks clean, keeping the crew fed. And plenty of opportunities to get to know the other members of the crew a little better. Namur will encourage those that don't know how to sail to learn from someone who does. It'd be a shame if all the experienced sailors became incapacitated without passing on at least the basics.]
[The Storm - June 22]
[There'd been some good cloud cover the day they set out from Fayren, enough to mottle the sea with sun and shade and provide a strong wind to speed their rescue mission. But the further from shore they ventured, the thicker the clouds became, and soon the experienced sailors would likely find themselves watching the sky with trepidation. Distant thunder rolls over the waves, until suddenly and without warning the wind abruptly shifts direction, and the distant storm bears down on the clipper with astonishing ferocity. Namur screams to be heard above the wind whistling through the shrouds.]
ALL HANDS ON DECK! GET YER ASSES TIED T' THE SHIP AN' GET THEM SAILS STOWED NOW! THIS AIN'T A JOKE OR REQUEST!
[Dawn at the Docks - June 20]
[In spite of the early hour, Fayren Harbor is bustling with activity as the darkness thins. Fishermen who've been out all night rush to bring their fresh catch to the market, while others who will be out all day race to be the first out to sea, and first to the best fishing spots. At the far end of the harbor an enormous clipper towers above the everyday ships, drawing a crowd of gawpers who, after being yelled at a few times by the workers hurriedly trying to load her, have the decency to stand back and let those who look to be on official business move freely. At the top of the gangplank a man with a clipboard hurriedly checks lists and directs those bringing cargo aboard, while an oversized, burly man with blue skin and shark features watches, balancing in a crouch on top of the rail. Though he isn't saying much, there's an air of authority about him. For any wishing to enlist, the fishman would seem a good person to talk to.]
[Fair Winds - June 20-21]
[When the supplies for the expedition are loaded and the tide is nearing its peak, Namur hollers for all hands to gather on deck for a quick briefing, the sun beginning to crest the horizon and make the sails glow as he speaks.]
A'ight y'all, thank y' for answerin' the call t' come an' help. We got a whole colony a folks that's gone missin', an' I ain't gonna lie, I ain't got any idea what we's gonna be in for once we reach the island. No one's been able t' get there since they gone, or at the very least ain't no one bothered comin' back, an' folks is worried they mighta met a dreadful end if y' catch my drift. This voyage's gonna be dangerous, but I know we's up t' the challenge. Whatever quarrels y' got with each other, leave 'em on these shores, cuz from now on 'til we make it back we's all on the same team, workin' for the same goal. Watch each other's back, keep each other safe. If we do that, there ain't nothin' that's gonna keep us from hittin' our target.
When we get there, there might be folk that's sick, or maybe they don't want us botherin' 'em, or maybe somethin's already botherin' 'em an' they'll need our help gettin' rid a the pest. We done our best t' have somethin' ready for everthin' we could think of, but that don't mean we thought a everthin', so look sharp an' keep yer wits 'boutcha! Any kinda weird shit make sure t' report it t' somebody, preferably me or one a my kin. Enchantments an' curses ain't outta the question here, so if y' see somethin' strange, say somethin'. Easy as that.
Meantime, I 'xpect all them that knows their knots t' make theirselves useful gettin' this ol' girl t' run. The rest a y's gonna make yerselves useful in the galley, keepin' shit clean, an' learnin' the ropes. Don't wanna hear no bitchin' 'bout chores, we's all gonna be doin' 'em, so don't even start! Don't be stealin' each other's shit, an' definitely don't be showin' yerself for a shitty traitor. Them's the rules! Don't like 'em, get yer ass off the ship!
All that said now, let's get this baby out t' sea 'fore we lose our tide!
[There's plenty to do, both in getting the Maelstrom away, and in keeping her plunging dauntless through the open waters. Keeping sails trim, keeping the decks clean, keeping the crew fed. And plenty of opportunities to get to know the other members of the crew a little better. Namur will encourage those that don't know how to sail to learn from someone who does. It'd be a shame if all the experienced sailors became incapacitated without passing on at least the basics.]
[The Storm - June 22]
[There'd been some good cloud cover the day they set out from Fayren, enough to mottle the sea with sun and shade and provide a strong wind to speed their rescue mission. But the further from shore they ventured, the thicker the clouds became, and soon the experienced sailors would likely find themselves watching the sky with trepidation. Distant thunder rolls over the waves, until suddenly and without warning the wind abruptly shifts direction, and the distant storm bears down on the clipper with astonishing ferocity. Namur screams to be heard above the wind whistling through the shrouds.]
ALL HANDS ON DECK! GET YER ASSES TIED T' THE SHIP AN' GET THEM SAILS STOWED NOW! THIS AIN'T A JOKE OR REQUEST!
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[The look Rowan turns on her unfortunate lover could probably best be described as something along the lines of "dead inside." She doesn't veer away from his hand, though, letting him ease the spray-dusted curls back from the clammy skin of her brow. Letting out a groan, she eyes the rail dubiously for a moment-- But, no, false alarm. Seems like she's finished, at least for a moment.]
I haven't been sick like this since the last time I was in the desert for work.
[She makes a token attempt at a sheepish grin. It's not much, but it's an attempt.]
Ate someone that didn't agree with me.
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Y' know most folks'd jus' talk it out over drinks or some shit. [He winks.] Maybe they do shit differnt in the desert, eh? Honestly ain't never spent much time in one m'self. Couple days once. Maybe a week tops. Somebody'd got it in their head they needed giant sand crab shell for somethin' or other an' them things is tricky shits t' catch. Make burrows under the dirt t' hide from the sun an' wait for shit t' walk on 'em, then they'd leap up an' snap 'em right in the air an' eat 'em, then wiggle theirselves right back under. Some blokes told us they'll go t' sleep for a hunnerd years or more, then wake up in an instant jus' t' get the dumbasses what stepped on 'em. Well, 's jus' what we wanted, so more'n a hunnerd a us gone out side by side makin' sure t' step on as much a the desert as we could. Think we's double dumbasses though, cuz we walked for days an' didn't find a single one a them bigass shits.
What was yer team lookin' for?
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[He's trying to distract her, of course. She realizes that. So perhaps a little compromise isn't so much to ask for. Taking a deep breath to try and steady her stomach, she continues with a little more effort.]
What happened when you couldn't catch any of those crabs? Any consequences? Sounds like they could be fun to hunt, normally.
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[He continues fussing with her hair a bit, sliding it behind her back and out of her way as much as possible, hopefully without jarring her too much in the process.]
Naw that was kinda the end a it. Had a nasty bout a dehydration an' whoever it was that wanted the damn things learned t' deal with disappointment, the end. It ain't uncommon for folks t' have some kinda story or 'nother that'd appeal t' pirates an' send 'em off on a buried treasure hunt an' lead t' their death. Gets 'em outta town in a good mood without nobody needin' t' get their hands dirty, if y' catch my drift. 'S jus' how it is.
[Namur lifts his head and inhales deeply, turning toward the storm in the distance. Rowan might recognize the gesture at this point as his way of sniffing.]
Half worried that might be what this bounty is, but I'unno that anybody'd a known there was gonna be a storm like that buildin' itself up out here. Think 's gonna be hard t' stay outta it entirely an' not lose our way, but I guess we'll deal with that when we come t' it. Gonna be okay?
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I've read that storms are dangerous at sea, but... I'll be fine. You-- [And this she punctuates by prodding at his broad shoulder with a finger,] --Worry about yourself and everybody else on board this thing. Not everybody has quite the same survival skills that I do, after all.