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Post by Emil Aurion on Feb 4, 2016 22:33:37 GMT -6
Emil had woken up one morning hating his new life. As a pirate he always was able to find something to get his blood pumping, but now? Elimine forbit he starts a brawl in the tavern without getting his ass chewed out. He kneww he couldnt easly return to the pirate life, news of his old crew getting captured and hung was well known, as well as the fact Emil's body was missing from the group's. That and he was pretty sure some people he once sailed with had seen him sailing under Etruria's flag. Oh well, life will go on, he was sure he'd find something else. He knew of a popular port city in Lycia, if he could give his sister and her men the ol slip he could make his way there and start over anew. He was pretty successful in doing so, he even managed to walk away with some extra gold for his effort.
Making his way to Badon was pretty uneventful, but once he arrived it was as if it was a dream come true. He found a ship for sale, and it was within his price range too! He gave the ship a through inspection, it needed some repairs but nothing out of his price range as long as he provided his own labor. He was too excited to sleep properly, this was the first time he had a ship of his own, one that actually belonged to him. Before he was some grunt or even a first mate but not Captian Emil. It took a couple of weeks of him working from sunrise to sunset but the repairs were now complete. Now only two things remained, he needed a crew and a source of income to pay said crew, an idea had struck him.
Emil had placed that flier in a few areas in Lycia before spending his days waiting for business to start to boom.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
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OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Feb 5, 2016 10:42:33 GMT -6
After a brief visit home the dragon had made his way back to Badon. His re-encounter with the monster in black armor, forced to avoid his usual route which took him towards the Ostian fringes. The alternate costal land route between Nabata and Lycia was a nice change of pace. The coastal waters allowed him to fish for food. The climb around the mountains helped to hone his body. And the solitude helped with his meditation and martial arts. The trip made him feel good. He felt better about his own physical prowess. The dragon had visited the port city many times through out his travels and was familiar with the area.
Aeos walked around through the market streets, the dragon in human guise stopped in front of a fruit vendor. He bought a pear and continued on his way. His eyes were looking at the various buildings for signs of a pub. The flyer he pulled from one of the walls made mention of a ship heading to Valor. And to look for a man named Emil in a tavern called the "Sea Serpent". All the young dragon knew of valor was that it was an island off the shores of Badon and was apparently cursed. As a dragon determined to see the world a trip to a cursed island sounded rather exciting. Plus he was an experienced sailor which meant he could ride for free! Free is always a bonus. Aeos had plenty of experience in the arts of "not starving to death". Dragons could eat almost anything. If things truly took a turn for the worse he could always eat rats. I really hope it doesn't come to that.
He managed to find the pub and went inside. The Nabatan man managed to speak to the bar keep regarding the flyer. He was shown a table where a man with short hair sat. He approached the man and held up the flyer.
"Pardon, but are thou Emil from the flyer?"
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Post by Gar on Feb 5, 2016 19:34:15 GMT -6
Visiting my parents is always so boring. Gar laid on his back with his arm covering his eyes. He allowed his neck to turn to the side and his arm slumped to the floor. A breeze passed through the small town carrying a paper along with it. The paper pinned itself to Gar's forearm. Gar grasped the paper and held it in front of his face. He scanned the flyer, his mouth moving slightly as his eyes passed over each word. Excitement... Valor... Emil in Badon. No meals could be an issue, but starving is better than dying of boredom right? Gar let out a sigh to revitalize himself. He folded the flyer and placed it in his satchel. After bringing himself to his feet, he packed his things and left through the front door. "I'm heading out now, take care of yourselves." Gar called to his parents before shutting the door. A muffled "You too, love you Edgar." replied from inside the house. Gar looked up to locate the sun still high in the sky. I should make it to Badon before nightfall easy.
Gar entered the town of Badon with a smirk on his face. Something about this place makes me happy. Must be the air. Gar glanced at the flyer again. Sea Serpent Tavern. Oh I think I've been there before. The pirate chuckled as he reminisced on his experiences with the tavern. He headed straight for the tavern. He entered and gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the dimly lit bar. After they did Gar saw a familiar man. No way is that? Gar walked up to the man he recognized and clasped him on the shoulder.
"It is you! Aeos, How ya been mate? What brings you to Badon?" Gar turned his smiling face to notice the man Aeos was addressing. "Oops looks like I interrupted. Sorry about that, my name's Gar. Nice to meet ya!" Gar extended his hand toward the seated man.
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Loreley
Archer
A sailor lass with a powerful namesake from the Western Isles at the start of her adventures.
Posts: 72
Profession: Sailing Adventurer
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Loreley on Feb 6, 2016 14:48:57 GMT -6
Loreley sat up at the counter in a tavern known as the Sea Serpent. Here in a port town, that name could bring alot of fortune onto it, though whether good or ill, she couldn't make up her mind. It seemed good, since the place was busy enough. Sailors like her paid attention to the old stories and superstitions around the world though. That was partially what had brought her here, in fact. The island of Valor was said to be cursed, and a dangerous place to go. Some even said no one ever returned from it, but she'd heard enough rumors around the islands to disbelieve that tale. She could believe it dangerous, and perhaps cursed. She didn't think it could claim all that came to it though.... And if it does? She wondered to herself, shivering a little at the thought.
If it did, then they'd just have to be the first to make it spit them back out.... The Dread Isle of myth. And she wanted to go there? Not forever! Just for a visit. And if anyone was going to make it back alive, it'd be someone from Wake. She'd grown up surrounded by superstitions and enchantments there. That was what the stories said about it....
"I'm just as brave as any other seadog or explorer who sails these waves." She talked into her mug of rum as she thought about the job. It wasn't an easy journey by any stretch. She'd be asking plenty of questions before signing on- she was convinced she would sign on, she just needed to go through with it. How many opportunities did on get to go to the Dread Isle? How many people could tell tales of such a trip? Taking no responsibility for injuries incurred wasn't unusual. Not supplying food for the trip was a little nonstandard though. Normally voyages included such things. She'd find out why it didn't.
She took a pull from the rum in her mug, a little watered down, but much closer to what she was used to from home. Small comforts. "I'm going. Can't keep me down." She said, a little more sure of herself, but still needing to work her way up to actually looking for the Emil mentioned in the flyer....
The tavernkeep raised an eyebrow at her as she continued talking to her drink, but said nothing glancing around to his other patrons to make sure they were doing alright. She glanced over her shoulder, and spotted a few men gathered around a table. Probably, one of them was this Emil she needed to speak to. She turned her head around to the front again, thinking things through one more time before stepping up. She thought this was a major decision. The heavens didn't have much to say to her on it, but the constellations in this part of the world were strange anyways.
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Carmichal
Brigand
Booze is always an acceptable form of payment in my book.
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OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Carmichal on Feb 15, 2016 9:13:46 GMT -6
Life got weird when you were a deserter. Though he technically hadn’t been a part of the Etrurian army and what Carmichal had actually done was walk out on a contract, he was sure he would be treated as a deserter if they ever caught up to him. Not to mention it wouldn’t reflect well on his reputation as a mercenary if news were to spread. He needed to lay low for a while. Take some simple jobs. As such, he had put as much distance between him and the invading army. His flight had brought him to Badon, his favorite den of scum and villainy. There was always work to be found here and Carmichal still had a few connections from his pirate days who could hook him up in a pinch. One of them, a particularly salty old fishmonger, after hearing his troubles, had handed him a flyer and mumbled something about how it was perfect for an idiot like him. It wasn’t a great job to be sure. Food was not be provided and the destination, Valor, sent chills down Carmichal’s spine. Still, it would get him far from Etruria and, thanks to his years of sailing experience, the journey would be free. In fact, the idea of getting out on the open sea again really spoke to him. He missed the spray of salt and the feeling of a rocking boat beneath his feet. The flyer had directed him to the Sea Serpent, a rather seedy tavern frequented by sailors and pirates.
Carmichal paused in the entryway, scanning the tavern’s occupants. He didn’t recognize any faces, which was a blessing and a curse. He wouldn’t have to worry about any trouble, but he’d also need help finding his new employer. It could wait though. First, he needed a drink. He found an empty spot at the bar next to a lass who looked like she was trying to pearl dive in her drink. He waved the barman over and ordered himself a hard grog. He pounded it back as it arrived and motioned for another. As he waited for it to arrive, he glanced at the woman next to him. She was mumbling something to herself. He thought he picked up something about sea dogs and a job. Looking closer, he noticed she was leaning over a leaflet that looked surprisingly similar to the one that the fishmonger had given him. No, wait, it was the same flyer! She was here for the job too! Carmichal balled his hand into a fist and bumped her lightly on the shoulder. “You here about the job too?” he asked, pointing at the flyer in front of her. “Honestly, it seems mad to travel to Valor by choice, but I’ve never been one to turn down adventure. Name’s Carmichal,” he added with a wide grin, extending a dusty hand in greeting.
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Post by Emil Aurion on Feb 17, 2016 23:04:18 GMT -6
Emil had sat comfortably in a chail, leaning back with his boots proped up on the table. He held his mug the whole time, only setting it down when it as empty. He tried to keep it full as well as drink slowly to make it last. He had to budget his drinking as the gold flow had began. He had done quite a few interviews for those claiming to know how to sail, most failed but there was room for a small amount left.
There was a man weird a weird speach pattern in front of him now. "Yea... I'm Emil 'from the flier'..." he said slowly. Emil knew he shouldn't be too judgemental, a paycheck is a paycheck. Before he could respond another man appeared. It had seemed the two knew each other.
It seems their names were Aeos and Gar, Aeos being the first man. "Don't cha worry about interupting. I haven't had a chance to say anything really, so perfect timin, means I aint gotta repeat myself. I'm charging tweleve hundred gold up front. Before I take ye gold I'm going to lay down the ground rules. This aint no damn vacation or luxure cruise. I aint pamperin anybody. I also aint no cook nor am I looking for one, if you want to eat that's up to you. Hold on a second."
Emil had overheard a couple of people talking about a flier and Valor. Emil let out a whistle "Aye, lass. You be looking for Emil?" He has yet to change his position, just relaxing while he spent his days in this damn tavern.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
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Dragon Element: Air
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OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Feb 18, 2016 19:15:01 GMT -6
Aeos shuffled his feet a bit as he waited for a response from the golden haired man sitting on the table. He turned his head to address a familiar voice that called out to him. Aeos couldn’t help but grin. It had been a while since he last saw the sailor. His mind flooded with memories of Vinland.
“Gar! My good man! Tis a pleasure to see thee again. I have been well. How about thee? I see thy limbs have healed well since Vinland. As to my being here? Thrill seeking.” He spoke with some excitement in his voice. He was genuinely happy to see Gar. He then handed the flyer over to his sailor companion.
“Adventure of thy life.” He smiled softly before returning his attention back to Emil. The blonde haired man answered his previous question.
“Yea... I'm Emil 'from the flier'..” Aeos nodded softly. Perfect. I found the right blonde haired man.
“Pleasure to meet thee as well Emil.” The Nabatan man pulled up a chair and took a seat. He listened to Emil’s rules. The trip was supposed to be hardcore. It seemed that he was serious about this being a foodless trip. This confused the dragon. How does one plan to sail the seas without an ample supply of food or water? Food was the first things to be packed on a ship. He’s not looking for a cook either. Well that’s unfortunate. Cooking is one of my favorite things to do. But I suppose I can make due. There are plenty of other roles on a ship. Ringing the sails, fisherman, carpenter, sky reader.. i’m sure I can find a place here.
“I.. have a few questions for thee sir Emil. I understand that thou be adamant about this being a trip without supplies.” He paused for a moment. What is he a moron? He had to still the inner voice of his dragon self.
“But how do you plan to do that? Do you expect your crew to harvest their nutrition from the air? Food and water is needed for life to function… why barr it? And if thou are taking our gold up front why not use it to better supply thy ship?”
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Post by Gar on Feb 19, 2016 1:46:30 GMT -6
Gar was grinning widely in his reunion with his old comrade. The pirate claimed to be doing well and turned his attention to the document handed to him by Aeos. He glanced over it and quickly recognized it as the same document that brought him to Badon. “Har har. What are the chances? I’m looking to hop on the same ship.” He looked to scan the man seated across the table. So this is the guy? Emil… Seems strong enough to put together a successful trip. Gar smiled at Emil as he explained the rules of the voyage. He smiled even wider when Emil mentioned that this wasn’t going to be an easy journey. I sure hope it won’t be a walk in the park. Where’s the fun in that? I’ve been itching to get into some trouble. Gar wasn’t too worried about the food situation. I’m sure I could simply… procure some provisions before we leave port. Wouldn’t be the first time I had to do so.
Gar pulled up a chair to the table and took a seat. He flashed a hand toward the bartender and ordered two drinks. He nudged Aeos playfully. “Hope you’re thirsty, I ordered us a drink for our reunion.” A waiter brought two mugs and set them in front of Gar. Gar grabbed his mug and slid the other toward Aeos. He then drank deeply and let out a sigh of relief. It was unexpectedly refreshing, but Gar remembered he had been walking all day. Must’ve worked up a thirst walking from my parents' place. Gar wiped his mouth and turned his head toward the direction Emil was speaking toward. The man called out to a lass. Ah they may be here for the voyage as well. Gar smirked and nodded his head in acknowledgement.
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Loreley
Archer
A sailor lass with a powerful namesake from the Western Isles at the start of her adventures.
Posts: 72
Profession: Sailing Adventurer
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Loreley on Feb 20, 2016 19:53:31 GMT -6
Loreley went over again all the reasons she'd come up with that she shouldn't go again. It was crazy, it was hazardous, and it could very well be dangerous. Even the safe parts. The open seas could be a dangerous place for anyone in the wrong company, but it was easy for a young woman to be particularly aware of it.... She was the one that had decided on the life she lived though. Adventurer. Mercenary. Explorer. All of these things carried their dangers right up front in their occupation, and on top of it all, she seemed to craved the adrenaline these things provided for her. With that in mind, there was no way she could not go.
She looked up startled as she felt someone nudge her on the shoulder, and looked over to see a big man coming up to the bar. He went shirtless, even here in the Sea Serpent. He had a chiseled chin, and muscles to match, but she saw the writing of the sea on his face and body. Not much of a surprise in Badon and at a tavern like this one. He was here about the job too? From the sounds of things, he had the same love of adventure that she'd found in herself.
"Loreley." She responded back, slowly taking his much larger hand and shifting her golden eyes over to meet his. "I like to think that the choices I make have payoffs good enuogh to justify taking them." Her lips quirked up a little into a small smirk as she took stock of him. That was interupted almos immediately though as the one calling this whole little voyage together overheard them and called her out.
'Well. That's that.' her eyes seemed to say as she shifted her eyes from Carmichal over to the small gathering getting together. She stood up and slid her quiver and bow over one shoulder, as she approached Emil. One of them was talking about the lack of food provided on the voyage. It was unconventional. Normally the captain and his book keepers were in charge of procuring supplies for the whole voyage. Normally, the Captain was the one handling the money, and the sailors saw little bits of that pay. Here, there might not even be any pay. Just the reputation of having gone to the Dread Isle and coming back.
"That's right." She said, coming up near to him, and having herself a seat at the next table over. "I'm Loreley. And this one's right. She said, nodding her head to the dark haired man who'd spoken before her. "You might be letting sailors work for their passage, but I don't know many sailors who can just go out and charter a venture with no payoff." She paused, gaging where everyone was at, then pushed on.
"Besides that, your flyer says that Valor is only the first stop, and that there will be others. I won't be able to guess the right amount of supplies if I don't know how long we'd be on the waves." She was coming off as a little more confrontational the longer she went so she stopped herself with a huff. She brushed a hand through her hair and looked away for a moment refocus herself. "I'm sorry if that came off as rude, Captain. This trip just seems a little out of the norm though."
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Carmichal
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Post by Carmichal on Mar 6, 2016 22:38:43 GMT -6
Lorely placed her smaller, but no less dusty hand in his and Carmichal gripped it firmly. He gave it a small shake, and grinned a bit bigger. She had the spirit of youth in her eyes and what seemed to be a good mind for business. Just the kind of person he liked working with. She might even make a decent partner some ways down the road. He would have to see her in combat before he could make a decision like that, though. "Aye," he agreed through a chuckle, "I live by a similar motto. 'cept, of course, mine has less to do with payoffs and more about booze, but you get the point." As he finished his sentence, a voice from behind them called out for Lorely. Apparently, it was the man who had put up the fliers. As his new companion left to join him, Carmichal sized him up from the bar. He was a larger man, dressed comfortably for traveling. He definitely had the look of a man who could handle himself on the high seas. From his cursory glance, he could tell he would have no problem calling this man captain.
Satisfied, he left his seat at the bar, making sure to take his grog with him. He found a place among the others and settled in. He didn't have many questions to ask, aside from what seemed to be the common concern. It was a fairly straightforward voyage, albeit one with a less than conventional destination. He would let the others do most of the talking. "Food's a bit of a concern for me too. Need it live and all. Other than that, I'm in. Name's Carmichal. I've sailed before, so I should be of some help."
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Post by Emil Aurion on Mar 7, 2016 22:09:52 GMT -6
Emil let out a deep sigh, everybody was fixated on him not providing any meals. Taking a larger drink than he has been he almost slammed down the mug on the table. "Like I said, this ain't no leisure cruise. I'm not creating a meal plan for nobody, and if I did it would be based on my taste. If you'd like to eat then you still have some time to gather supplies. Assuming all of you do choose to come there's still room for one or two people." What he had just said was half true, while he has no desire to cater to others needs, the main reason he was trying to save as much gold as possible is to have a real crew. Using the money he made from the his ship's maiden voyage he was going to start hiring crew members so they could do other types of jobs as well. He felt kinda proud about that idea, he gets to make some coin as well as scout out potential members, if he was alone he'd pat himself on the back right now.
Emil began to study the group, the one that introduced himself as Charichal said he had some sailing experience. He looked like a strong man, which could be useful. Next there was Loreley, she had seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. Aeos, the only thing he could figure out about the man was his weird speach pattern. Lastly was Gar, the man's appearance rubbed Emil the wrong way, he looked like the stereotypical sailor. The kind that tried to dress the part to fit in, he was going to have to keep an eye on him.
"Well Loreley, I'd love to give you an answer but that I can't do. I'd say it would take a week or two top to get to Valor depending on weather. On a couple maps I've seen, there was small islands beyond there, I wasn't able to find any information on them so I figured nobody's gone there and returned. As far as the payoff for the crew, they're wanting to go on this voyage because they want to go on this grand adventure of a lifetime" Emil opened his arms out, starting from his chest going outwards "not to make money. It's the only other form of payment I'm accepting, so it's a win win for everybody."
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
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Dragon Element: Air
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Post by Aeos on Mar 8, 2016 12:27:58 GMT -6
“Any ship that sails to Dread Isle is not a pleasure cruise. I understand that. But now that thou had stated we can bring our own supplies.. well.. that changes things a bit. For a moment there I thought we be traveling completely barren! Worry not. I shall do what I can to ensure we do not starve nor become ill oft the scurvy.” The desert man’s expression softened a bit. He turned his head to address Gar who had ordered them a drink to celebrate their reunion.
“Aye. My good man.. I have not been one to turn down a drink. I thank thee for that.” It wasn’t long before a waitress came along and presented both men with their drinks. Aeos took his mug of frothy mead and raised it so the mug clanged lightly with Gar's. He gulped some of it down. He then put the mug down on the table and let out a refreshed sigh. Yummy.
“I suppose thou be wanting some sort of.. credentials? While I may not be a salty dog oft the sea I do know my way of surviving in it. My family we travel as nomads. Our trails be along the coastlines oft Nabata. For years we have lived a quiet life of fishing and living off the land. We’ve learned to read the patterns oft the sea and sky in order to judge days oft fair and foul weather. While that not be particularly glamorous.. it be a useful trait to have. But when I left that life, I took to sailing on merchant ships. When we docked I took jobs near ports. The most recent trip I hath taken was to Vinland.” He stopped and took another drink. There was a bit of a smile on his face at Emil’s mention of crews and adventure. Aeos was perfectly fine with minimal payment. Given, his semi-survivalist lifestyle gold wasn't exactly his primary concern. Gold was a useful tool in the world of men, but he knew not to be ruled by it. He just wanted to live, travel, strengthen himself, and sample all of the world's cuisine. Emil was presenting him an opportunity to sail to unknown lands. He could feel excitement bubbling up under his skin. He cleared his throat and relaxed himself. Just a few more things before I accept this offer..
“A week’s worth oft sea fairing sounds simple enough. Tell us a bit about thy ship and when do you plan on leaving?”
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Post by Gar on Mar 8, 2016 20:04:44 GMT -6
Gar gripped his mug while the others spoke. Two newcomers sat by the tables, went by the names of Loreley and Carmichal. Gar sipped his beverage and ran his eyes over the two of them as they spoke with Emil. So the inquisitive woman with a bow here is Loreley and the shirtless man with her is Carmichal. Ehh They seem capable enough. I’m sure I won’t mind a voyage with them. Gar set his drink down to listen to turn his attention to the would be captain of this voyage. Emil spoke again reiterating that this was not going to be a pleasurable voyage. In Gar’s experience few voyages were wholly pleasurable. He then claimed there was still time to get supplies from town before leaving port. Perfect. Looks like the food situation won’t be that big of a deal after all. What interests me is the destination.
Gar didn’t know much about Dread Isle aside from the tall tales his mates would tell him. His curiosity about these stories are what fueled his desire to partake in the journey. After Emil finished speaking of the rough duration of the trip along with the possible destinations Gar spoke. “The uncertainty of this trip doesn’t really bother me. We’re all here in the name of adventure after all. A mysterious trip to the fabled Dread Isle. Har har you can count me in.” Gar took another drink from his mug and realized he forgot to mention something. “Oh yea, I’m a sailor by the way, spent my life at sea and got the skills to show for it. Call me reckless or foolhardy but, as you said, I’m here for the thrill, not here to get paid.” Gar had never had the kind of job that pays you for your time. Money is just one means for survival, there are plenty other ways to survive that Gar was familiar with. Gar leaned back in his chair as Aeos asked about the ship they would be voyaging on. Aye would like to know what kind of vessel we're working with.
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Loreley
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A sailor lass with a powerful namesake from the Western Isles at the start of her adventures.
Posts: 72
Profession: Sailing Adventurer
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Loreley on Mar 9, 2016 19:26:14 GMT -6
The answers Emil gave weren't wholly satisfying to the sunkissed blond sailor. It wasn't so much an answer as a lack of one. Now at least though, she had an idea of how long they'd be out on the sea. If the start of the trip would take a week, then she'd want to be prepared for longer. At least three times that, she decided. She still hadn't set herself on going though. She watched the responses of the others, all still affirmative as far as she could tell. She frowned a bit to herself and thought that she might be being a bit too stingy with her trust. It was true that she was here for adventure, but a little gold or some other reward on the side never hurt.... Rethinking her motives, she remembered her other reason for being here. She wanted to become known, and known around more than the local ports of her island home. Making a name for herself would make it easier to get recognized elsewhere. Traveling where no one else went was a good way to get some reputation. It was just making it back that was the important part.
Lore crossed her arms as she thought, but then made up her mind. "Hey. I think Aeos is right. I'd like to hear about the ship, and its captain too. But if I'm happy, I'll sail for you. Just get my included on any discoveries we make, yeah?" This was real explorers' work. Having her name attached to it could only help her out in the future.
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Carmichal
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Post by Carmichal on Mar 10, 2016 14:43:29 GMT -6
Carmichal grimaced into his cup. If they were going to have to supply their own food, he was going to be in a bit of trouble. He had never received his pay from the Etrurian army, on account of deserting before the job was finished, and the jobs he had picked up on his way to Badon had not payed well. He had spent most of his earnings on drinks and rooms, leaving him with only a pittance for this journey. Perhaps he could persuade someone in the group to lend him a hand or maybe some coin. He nudged Lorely with his elbow. “It’s gonna be pretty pricey to pick up supplies for this voyage,” he whispered, leaning his head in slightly towards her, “Wanna split the cost between the two o’ us, lighten the load a bit?”
He leant back in, turning his gaze to the other two members inquiring after the job. The one called Gar certainly looked the part, well muscled with the smell of salt hanging about him. The other, Aeos, however, hardly seemed the sort to travel the seas. He dressed well and spoke even better, something Carmichal inherently distrusted. Plus, there was something not quite right about the man he couldn't place. Something mysterious. He would definitely keep his eye on him. "Are we expectin' any trouble on the way there?" he inquired, leaning in towards the table, "I know none o' us know what to expect on the Dread Isle, but is there any news 'bout that corner o' the sea?"
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