Posted 09 February 2006 - 07:58 PM
"Why do you want the job ?" he growled. The young dracon collected herself. 'Well, sir," she said, "I can climb a rigging, and I can swing a sword. My dad taught me these things when I was a pup. And, I'm not afraid of pirates." The young dracon puffed up her chest, and tried to look defiant. A small wisp of steam escaped her nostrils.
The man looked at her appraisingly. Reaching into a drawer, he pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it over. "Go down to the docks and find the Bay Runner, it's a drakkar; good for a first shipping. Give this to the captain, tell him I said I thought you needed some scutwork.
The young dracon felt her chest swelling with pride. Scuttling a small boy on her way out the door, she managed to fling a "thank you!" behind her on her way to the docks, for what she was sure would be a great adventure.
Gazing thoughtfully after the young dracon, the crusty old ex-sailor drew heavily again on his cheroot before rising to take three steps to the door, closing it again. Must have been born in a tent, he thought.
Posted 10 February 2006 - 08:36 AM
Not that the currency he was carrying would sway any of those foul-mouther barbarians, he thought. After all, trying to buy yourself a meal with foreign currency was a poor bet indeed.
All the universe seemed to be conspiring against him. First, he lost almost all his fortune in fake admantite mine shares. Then he was sacked from his cushy job over at "P. Mellers and sons". Then, for some reason, he just decided to listen to the advice of a 'friend' and board a ship to a distant land where, supposedly, they needed good engineers to rebuild after a devastating war. Needless to say, the ship, after being chased by pirates, had to outrun them into a totally different direction, into uncharted waters where it met its untimely demise in some foggy straits. All in all,for the past few days, he was chased by bandits, shot at by cannibals, clawed his way past thick jungle, only to end up in a backwater port, which, unfortunately, didn't take kindly to outlanders, engineers, or foreign currency.
"Not that those barbarians know anything else to build than wooden shacks." he thought, rather dissapointed.
All in all, he was lucky to have found a place on a ship that would set sail within reasonable time. As to where it would set sail, he just didn't care anymore. Just as long he got away from the flea-infested jungle land.
Just as he was going to curse his fate some more, he heard some strange sounds down on the pier below.
Posted 12 February 2006 - 08:19 PM
He started to walk down the deck, shoving a bard out of his way and muttering something about 'useless music.' He then took his axe and made a hole in each ship with it, hoping to find something in it.
He then recollected himself. He then looked about in his mind, thinking about the events which led to him bashing ships. First of all, he blew all his cash on ale and beer. Then he was fired from his job at the armour shop in Tellerium, so he boarded a ship as a stowaway to a random city, and now he's here at a dock, raiding ships.
Just as he was going to start slashing ships again, one caught his eye. A drakkar called the Bay Runner, and he thought he might as well try his luck, so he climbed slowly on the ship and stowed away in a crate, but not before shoving a bard into the water.
Posted 13 February 2006 - 11:07 AM
Her life was bearable so far but few weeks ago she caught an eye of a local scum who owned a small shipping business. Compared to the others in port he was wealthy living in a large, wooden house not far from docks. Violla hated the drunken, arrogant ogre. He had three wives before; his first wife went insane and the other two died of beatings. One day he came to her father and offered a price the old drunk could not refuse.
Violla wondered how much she was sold for. Probably a lot although old man never shown a bit of kindness to his daughter. He was like a piranha once he sensed interest and knew of a profit he could have. That
Posted 13 February 2006 - 02:51 PM
If he had been a bard or something, he might not have made it. However, he was a barbarian, the warrior class of the warrior classes. he rolled up into a ball, then suddenly popped open and destroyed the crate, which no one hopefully noticed. He got up and noticed a loser holding a harp with his back to him. Firefrost put away his axe and grabbed the bard, heaving him up and throwing him overboard and throwing the harp after him.
He looked around and spotted a fey woman who definitely didn't belong on the boat. He approached her as quietly as possible (which isn't very quietly) because he had heard about the fey, a bloodsucking race of faeries whose queen wanted to rule this world. He suddenly stepped on a creaky board and stood there frozen, wondering if she heard.
Posted 13 February 2006 - 03:11 PM
"First, bards start falling in the water. Then barbarians start popping out of crates. Then, some more bards fall in the water. All that's missing now is a dracon barging on the deck waving a sword around."
The drow sighed heavily as he removed a rather torn book from under his cape and opened it.
(OOC: Firefrost, you're a bit disruptive. Could you tone your enthusiasm just a tad? This is supposed to be a ship, not the Royal Albert Hall. I doubt there are that many bards on it .)
Posted 13 February 2006 - 03:27 PM
(OOC: Lolz Firefrost I think you pushing bards into water is funny and also you are doing a good character roleplaying. I must say though, Violla is my alt and she is human. I rp human rogue not fey.)
Posted 13 February 2006 - 09:21 PM
Posted 15 February 2006 - 07:04 PM
A sense of discord ran through her as Hermione slowly waked, realising where she was. Her stomach, unfortunately, seemed to be telling the truth. The boat rocked every moment, and her stomach followed. Some took pleasure in her misery, grinning at her as they passed her bunk where she rolled and moaned. Others, like the captain, and the cook, just scowled. She moaned some more before realising no-one was going to rescue her out here, and sinking miserably into unconsciousness again.
The first few days out had been bad enough. She had scoured every quarter of the deck, sometimes with her nails, with the captain scowling at her as he passed every step of the way. The bosun had then decided that the rails needed polishing as well, and the next few days she had spent dizzy from the fumes, her arms aching from the constant scrubbing. Not thinking about sword practice, only to awaken to these rolling seas, their motion mimicked by her roiling stomach. She hadn't moved from her bunk in days. Oh well, she thought, at least she wasn't costing any rations; her last thought before her stomach contracted again and a thin stream of bile trickled down her chin in the general direction of the bucket beside her bunk. She hadn't even got to scale the rigging yet, she thought, as her stomach heaved again.
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Posted 21 February 2006 - 06:07 PM
Things were quiet out on the water. A balmy night and the stars were out, the captain had issued an extra ration of rum. If she had been at home, she would have said they were having a party. Some of the sailors were dancing a merry jig, whilst a nervous-looking bard accompanied them on a well-crafted violin. The bard seemed a bit distracted, and kept glancing around as if he expected to be set upon at any moment. But the music was good. Oh well, she thought. Bards, who can understand them.
Hermione sighed, and stretched contentedly. Life was good!
Posted 28 February 2006 - 07:02 AM
HE blinked twice. I could've sworn that was a fey. Oh well, an enemy's an enemy. Firefrost tightened his grip on his axe and ran towards the person he was trying to sneak up on. He ran towards Violla and swung his axe down when he was close enough. However, the boat decided to pitch at that moment and he rolled to the side, rolling into a bunch of crates.
Posted 28 February 2006 - 11:42 AM