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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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I know it seems impossible, but fate is on your side.
[She draws back, taking Rip's hands in hers.]
I'm going to tell you a secret. This island is special, Rip. You may consider it misfortune that brought you here, however, I know that it was something more. The island has called to you, and brought you into its embrace, so that it can heal you, if you'll allow it. I know where there is a cave, close to the heart of the island's magic. I can take you there, if you'd like?
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Rip took a few moments to decide before nodding her head slightly.]
Show me.
[ she still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not, but there wasn’t any harm in looking. ]
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Let's go quickly, then.
[For a woman in a hurry, it certainly takes her forever to do anything. She has to try a few times before she's able to stand up, and each shuffled step takes nearly an eternity. The cave is not close, and the combination of old bones and distance mean that it's several hours before they arrive, and it takes them even longer to traverse the faint path that leads down and into the humid bowels of the earth. Mensch is gasping, her body drenched with sweat as they reach the bottom, and then have to climb again. She points breathlessly at a small mountain within the cave, illuminated by moonlight.]
Up there. The island has made an altar. You must present your weakness and your failings as a sacrifice. Give the island your pain, and it will grant you rebirth.
[She breathes deeply, then stabs her cane into the rocky earth, trudging determinedly onward.]
Come. We must be done before the moon sets.
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If it could make her human again, maybe she could start again. Maybe should could have the children she desired with her lovers...
Rip followed along, showing remarkable patience considering. Though once they reached the cave and she saw the inner mountain, she felt her body tremble. Did she dare change this one truth about herself?..Did she dare give up everything that made her what she was now...? If it meant getting what she wanted, then..yes.
There was a long pause before she nodded and started to follow the old woman up the hill. She had to give up her weaknesses and failings as a sacrifice. Well, she had plenty of those to give up. Several lifetimes worth really.]
How do I give zhe island my sacrifice?
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I will make the song you need. You must give the island a token of your commitment, though it does not matter what that token is. The island does not care for trinkets. It cares for the feelings you give them, and what it means for you to give them up.
[It's hard for her to puff her way up to her place and yell across the cave as she does so. Once she reaches the top, she leans heavily on her cane, breathing deeply and giving Rip a chance to take her place and to think of what she might offer. After several minutes, she yells hoarsely.]
Are you ready, my dear?
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There was no way she was giving up her jewelry that Namur gave her. The necklace and bracelet were her most prized possessions and things she never took off, not even now. But..
Very reluctantly she pulled an old bronze pocket watch from her pocket. It was another trinket she carried with her everywhere.. It was her communicator from Ruby City. Something she's carried through worlds and a reminder of another life..
Her hands clenched around the watch. The despair of that time.. her feelings of being less than human. The many things she gave up..Rip glanced towards the old woman and nodded again, her decision made. Rip wanted to be human again. She wanted children. If this was a way to do it...]
I'm ready.