Coastline [Solo]
Jun 15, 2019 21:20:20 GMT -6
Post by Gar on Jun 15, 2019 21:20:20 GMT -6
Gar viewed his ship swaying with the waves. I still haven’t had a chance to name the old girl. I don’t recall what it was called when we used it to raid Bullring’s fort.In that case, it only seems fair that the naming process is up to you. Captain. To the victor go the spoils eh? Gar thought silently as he laid on the sand, a light breeze blowing his hair back. The breeze felt nice after he had been doing his daily axe practice with June earlier.
The ship was docked at the port of a small port town in Western Nabata. It was hot, but not overly oppressive. The warmth was tolerable, but it was the type that made a person want to laze about. In that spirit Gar stayed laid down in the sand, propped up on his elbows so he could watch the waves roll in. The ocean mist allowed for moisture to enter the air, mitigating some of the drying effects of the desert heat. The moisture clung to Gar’s chest and abdomen. He used a piece of cloth to wipe down his body as he pondered the ongoings of his mates in this small port town. He could plainly see some of the younger crewmembers swimming in the waves, trying to beat the heat that way. They’re still teenagers, maybe early twenties. They seem to be enjoying themselves well enough. I wonder if they will keep living the pirate life. Or will they move on and enter a more respectable line of work? Maybe a less respectable one.
The captain exhaled through his nose. Guiding young people is quite a responsibility. One can do their best to teach them about the world, but in the end it’s their life. It's their call if they'd rather listen to your words or ignore them. Gar wasn’t a huge amount older than they were, but he was still responsible for their well-being. Theirs and the rest of his crew’s.
Gar craned his neck around to glance at the town behind him. He could see some mates sitting in the shade of a building, mingling with the locals. That was always a nice sight. People sharing stories of their varied experiences has importance. It creates bonds and understanding between cultures. Maybe that’s all it really took to end some of these pointless wars. It was also nice to verify that the pirates weren’t getting into any trouble.
Other mates were likely scattered about. Some stayed on the ship to catch some shut eye below deck. Then Gar's mind had begun to drift and think of other things. What kept people from getting along in the first place? A perhaps naïve question but it was one that was still important to ask. Greed was one path to war, perceived power was another. Anger, revenge, justice. Gar himself had let these feelings lead him into battle against countless enemies. But hopefully these trivial reasons for war would fade in time. These days. Gar had to start thinking on a larger scale.
There were larger enemies to face than your fellow man; hordes of bonewalkers, revenants, cyclopes. Arum. In a world like this where evil and corruption can take physical form, people needed to be safe. Everyone thinks they know the best way to fight against what they perceive as evil. Some thought it was 'fighting under a single ruler', unified by force if need be. Others thought it would be best as an ‘every person for themselves’ type of approach. Gar didn’t know what he felt. Probably somewhere in the middle.
All this led Gar to think of the importance of peaceful times. That was really what everyone was fighting for right?
With this in mind, Gar decided to send out a few letters mainly to his connections in Lycia and on the western isles. Hopefully word about his plan could spread from there. There would be a ball. Well, not a fancy lord and lady ball. It would be more of a rough and tumble type of gathering. There would be no need for fancy dress or overly pretentious manners. Just let people of all standings show up and have some fun.
Naturally, Junzentaru would have protests. A holy spirit would not allow a celebration if it meant risking triumph over evil. This is not a sound plan. You know the importance of your training. The fate of the continent could depend on… Gar interrupted in thought.
The fate of the continent won’t come down to one day of merriment. June responded logically. What evidence do you have to support that claim? The berserker exhaled, thinking of a way to appease the spirit within his weapon. None. But hey what if we make it like fun training you know? With contests and prizes. It can be a fun way of training and growing our skills. June was quiet for a moment. \And they also fight to see who is the strongest! Gar looked over his shoulder where the imposing axe laid. Gar knew where that thought came from. Xigshaw was a remnant spirit that had somehow fused with June in recent times. No fights this time Xig. Just a regular good time. June responded.
It seems as if you have your heart set on this. I acquiesce. With that Gar stood from his position and brushed the sand off his still moist body. He could hardly hold his excitement. “Hahar. Let’s get started.” He moved across the shore toward his ship, waving as the younger crewmates as he passed. Once he reached the ship he moved toward his quarters. He pulled out a stack of parchment. He would have to write this letter repeatedly. He sighed. Now I know what scribes are for.
Gar began to write.
Please feel welcome to attend an event in celebration of summertime. If you are able to gain passage to the southeast coast of Caledonia in the Western Isles then you can expect to enjoy good company and healthy competition. Specifically, there will be a prize for the victor of a number of trials. These will be tests of skill, speed, and even luck.
If competition doesn’t quite suit your fancy, worry not. There will be swimming, music and dancing along with plenty of food and drink.
Also: Don’t start trouble.
I hope to see you at the end of the month,
Gar
OOC: Im going to spend a black ticket on this dumb competition. Whoever wins gets to pick their prize as long as it is compliant with the general rules
The ship was docked at the port of a small port town in Western Nabata. It was hot, but not overly oppressive. The warmth was tolerable, but it was the type that made a person want to laze about. In that spirit Gar stayed laid down in the sand, propped up on his elbows so he could watch the waves roll in. The ocean mist allowed for moisture to enter the air, mitigating some of the drying effects of the desert heat. The moisture clung to Gar’s chest and abdomen. He used a piece of cloth to wipe down his body as he pondered the ongoings of his mates in this small port town. He could plainly see some of the younger crewmembers swimming in the waves, trying to beat the heat that way. They’re still teenagers, maybe early twenties. They seem to be enjoying themselves well enough. I wonder if they will keep living the pirate life. Or will they move on and enter a more respectable line of work? Maybe a less respectable one.
The captain exhaled through his nose. Guiding young people is quite a responsibility. One can do their best to teach them about the world, but in the end it’s their life. It's their call if they'd rather listen to your words or ignore them. Gar wasn’t a huge amount older than they were, but he was still responsible for their well-being. Theirs and the rest of his crew’s.
Gar craned his neck around to glance at the town behind him. He could see some mates sitting in the shade of a building, mingling with the locals. That was always a nice sight. People sharing stories of their varied experiences has importance. It creates bonds and understanding between cultures. Maybe that’s all it really took to end some of these pointless wars. It was also nice to verify that the pirates weren’t getting into any trouble.
Other mates were likely scattered about. Some stayed on the ship to catch some shut eye below deck. Then Gar's mind had begun to drift and think of other things. What kept people from getting along in the first place? A perhaps naïve question but it was one that was still important to ask. Greed was one path to war, perceived power was another. Anger, revenge, justice. Gar himself had let these feelings lead him into battle against countless enemies. But hopefully these trivial reasons for war would fade in time. These days. Gar had to start thinking on a larger scale.
There were larger enemies to face than your fellow man; hordes of bonewalkers, revenants, cyclopes. Arum. In a world like this where evil and corruption can take physical form, people needed to be safe. Everyone thinks they know the best way to fight against what they perceive as evil. Some thought it was 'fighting under a single ruler', unified by force if need be. Others thought it would be best as an ‘every person for themselves’ type of approach. Gar didn’t know what he felt. Probably somewhere in the middle.
All this led Gar to think of the importance of peaceful times. That was really what everyone was fighting for right?
With this in mind, Gar decided to send out a few letters mainly to his connections in Lycia and on the western isles. Hopefully word about his plan could spread from there. There would be a ball. Well, not a fancy lord and lady ball. It would be more of a rough and tumble type of gathering. There would be no need for fancy dress or overly pretentious manners. Just let people of all standings show up and have some fun.
Naturally, Junzentaru would have protests. A holy spirit would not allow a celebration if it meant risking triumph over evil. This is not a sound plan. You know the importance of your training. The fate of the continent could depend on… Gar interrupted in thought.
The fate of the continent won’t come down to one day of merriment. June responded logically. What evidence do you have to support that claim? The berserker exhaled, thinking of a way to appease the spirit within his weapon. None. But hey what if we make it like fun training you know? With contests and prizes. It can be a fun way of training and growing our skills. June was quiet for a moment. \And they also fight to see who is the strongest! Gar looked over his shoulder where the imposing axe laid. Gar knew where that thought came from. Xigshaw was a remnant spirit that had somehow fused with June in recent times. No fights this time Xig. Just a regular good time. June responded.
It seems as if you have your heart set on this. I acquiesce. With that Gar stood from his position and brushed the sand off his still moist body. He could hardly hold his excitement. “Hahar. Let’s get started.” He moved across the shore toward his ship, waving as the younger crewmates as he passed. Once he reached the ship he moved toward his quarters. He pulled out a stack of parchment. He would have to write this letter repeatedly. He sighed. Now I know what scribes are for.
Gar began to write.
Please feel welcome to attend an event in celebration of summertime. If you are able to gain passage to the southeast coast of Caledonia in the Western Isles then you can expect to enjoy good company and healthy competition. Specifically, there will be a prize for the victor of a number of trials. These will be tests of skill, speed, and even luck.
If competition doesn’t quite suit your fancy, worry not. There will be swimming, music and dancing along with plenty of food and drink.
Also: Don’t start trouble.
I hope to see you at the end of the month,
Gar