[EVENT] Land Meets Sea [Open]

[Augustus Nacht]

"Ah, yes. I believe I do remember them." It took a moment, but his memory came back, revealing the other two from that fruitful day. "Oya and Willow, a pleasure. And indeed, I am the one who's meeting with your mother. I thought I recognized that face of your's when I saw you at that city and not just from the other researchers."

He then turned as he noticed another trio on the approach. Landrik, Berg, and Fuchs were quickly introduced in succession. They certainly held themselves like men of experience, armed and ready for a fight. Mercenaries and sailors were definitely what Nacht needed at this moment and if they were ready to offer their services, he was ready to accept them.

"I am indeed the man you're looking for. I have some other important business as well, so if you want to come along as well, I'm certain you can find employ with who I am going to meet now as well."

[Willow]

"Hmm. Well, what a turn of fate this is... Oya and I, and Oleg the 'demon.' Hehehe, remember when I tried to kill you?" Willow laughed, giving the man a hearty smile and a friendly pat on the shoulder. "And you too, Gustavus." Gustavus still unsettled her a bit, but she was sure she'd get used to it in time.

"Landrik, Berg, and... Foos? Sorry, I didn't catch that last name. I'm Willow, and this is Oya," she introduced. "I'll introduce myself, since I've never seen you before. I fry things with light magic, and, when you get into a jam and get hurt, I can patch you up like new. Also, don't touch my horse, Storm. She bites. Hard." Storm softly whinnied in response, and Willow smiled winningly at the new companions. "Welcome aboard."

[Dietrich Landrik]

The trio of sailors were glad to hear they finally found their man. "Oh yeah, we'll follow you along. We're quite handy with a few other simple things such as navigation, cooking, and other handiwork. Lead on, Sir."

Upon Willow's introduction, the swordsman let out a laugh; bumping up against Fuchs. "How many does that make it?" he joked, looking at his friend. He didn't care too much about the flub, but it seemed Landrik was the only one who found it funny. "You're the one who always mixes me up with Fuß. Go jump in the ocean, Landrique." he said flatly. The blonde man shook it off and looked back to Willow. "Oh, sorry miss. A bit of an inside joke. It's 'Fuchs', like 'fookhs'. A pleasure to meet both of y'all." he reached out his hand to shake theirs.

[The Madness]

Oleg slowly grew a smirk at Willow. "Ah, yes, I remember. You were... A bit crazy back then, if I remember correctly? Seems like Oya likes crazy in his ladies." Oleg chuckled, patting Oya on the back as he looked onto the three newcomers. "Greetings, Landrik, Berg and... Fuch? Fach? Fuchks?... Foos." Oleg then nodded, having genuine trouble spelling the name.

[Oya]

"Crazy", spoke Oya with offense. "Willow is not crazy. If anybody is crazy then it would be you Oleg. Seriously who stabs themselves in the chest!"

New people thought Oya as he looked over Landrik, Berg, and Funchs. "As my wife said my name is Oya", spoke the pirate. Oya began to immediately size the three of them up. He was not completely sure about them. Oleg had the character to join this kind of work and Natch was a contact of his mother. These three were a mystery, and mysteries sometimes stab you in the back. However that did not matter now. Now he needed to make a good impression and just simply watch. Their mannerisms should give them away if they were not legit.

"Just out of curiosity how long have the three of you been fighting", asked Oya.

[Augustus Nacht]

Nacht chuckled slightly at the crazy comments before coughing slightly.

"Well, if you two are done with that, let's get moving along, shall we? Ah, but first give me a moment with my associate here." Nacht placed an arm around Oleg's shoulders before leading him off a small distance and started to whisper conspiratorially. "There's a group down the street from the way I came, led by a 7' giant. I want you to go with his group to get some of the supply runs started. I trust in your blade to see our needs for them through. As well as make sure that no one does anything stupid, yes?"

[Dietrich Landrik]

Busy with the conversation with Oya and Willow, Landrik didn't catch on with what the dark-haired man had said. He noticed that Oya didn't accept his handshake, and so retracted it. "We used to train a lot on ship and have ran into a few fights between here and the Western Isles, but we're professional sailors. We used to run high quality shipments all over Elibe before our ship was caught in a surprise pirate raid. However, we know how to handle ourselves well enough. However, we aren't the eight legends." he joked, chuckling a bit.

[The Madness]

Oleg nodded to Nacht as he spoke, patting him on the shoulder. "I'll try to keep them under control. I'll get to it right away." Oleg nodded once more, heading towards the direction Augustus mentioned, deciding for now to just follow them silently. [OLEG HAS LEFT THE THREAD]

[Oya]

A raid tough Oya. He began to think of all the attacks his mother had done when he was still with here. The area did not seem like a place they would hit, but his brothers did expand a lot when they were on his own. In the end however Oya ruled out that his family had anything to do with the attack.

"A man of the sea", spoke Oya. "I feel better already about having you all at our back. "A sea man was worth four of these mountain weaklings in my opinion", spoke oya. He made sure that the other bandits were out of ear shock when he said that. It was not that Oya was scared of them, but rather he wanted to avoid starting a fight with them right now.

[Willow]

"Gustavus, shall we get going? Oya's mother certainly won't want to wait all day for us," she said. Inwardly, she just wanted Oya's mother to see her son and Willow happily married. What an awkward situation this was... A group of sailors, that crazy Gustavus, and Oya and she were all brought together by... something. Well, it certainly wasn't to chitchat, so, maybe they could get off the streets and start hearing the plan...?

[Augustus Nacht]

"Gustavus, shall we get going? Oya's mother certainly won't want to wait all day for us."

"Of course, of course. Just needed a moment with Oleg to discuss an important matter. Now, how about we get going, yes?" Nacht spoke up as he walked back over to the group. The green haired Druid continued to grin, looking briefly to Oya. "Any business of your's to sort first now?"

He'd really rather get the business done with for the time being. Aside from speaking with the young boy's mother, he had another to speak with and there was the matter of that pirate from the Western Isles he'd convinced to come and heed him. Blackthorn or something, was it? Well regardless, the ruthless Druid was quite the busy man.

[Dietrich Landrik]

He stood and crossed his arms, trying to get a feel for the company. The young boy and the older woman were married, something usually seen the other way around for their time. Still, he wasn't one to prod. The green-haired man returned and he heard his name called as "Gustavus". Well, he would've rather the man spoke his name himself in the introduction... Seems there was a lack of tact in this group. Still, it was only a minor qualm.

Chuckling a little bit, Landrik responded to the boy's statement. "Ah, well I suppose for this mission you're right. How many other trained sailors do we have to crew our vessels?" he asked, looking around. He spotted Gustavus as he approached and he got a word in to Oya before he announced himself. "I suppose we're about to find out."

Berg and Fuchs noticed their employer returning and broke up their own chat they were having. Landrik nodded, waiting patiently.

[Oya]

"Yes she would be quite upset if we dillydallied", spoke Oya as he began to lead the group. "She wanted you to meet her atop the Ship of the Drowned. For you all who are not in the know that the name of her flag ship", spoke Oya. Oya lead the group to a ship docked at the edge of of the docks. The ship was Galleon, a nice one at that. The sails were black and were painted with the name Nya in a crimson color. "Mother", spoke Oya as he looked at the sails. She had a bad habit of painting her name onto things.

"Oya", a voice rang out over the noise of the docks. The pirate turned to see a woman standing atop a nearby ship. She stood about 5 feet 8 inches. Her hair was a dark blue and her eyes a light green. Her skin was as pale as Oya's. Her hair was tied into a gigantic pigtail and rand down the length of her back. She wore a set of chain mail armor and had on a pair of dark brown boots.

"Mother", spoke Oya as the woman jumped form her ship and onto the docks. She was over joyed to see her son. Despite her excitement to see Oya she moved straight to Willow. The woman walked up and placed her hand on her stomach. "Pshaw, here I figured I be a grandmother by now", spoke the woman. It was in that moment she noticed Natch and her facial expression changed immediately. "You must be Hargus man", spoke the woman. "Their description of you fit perfectly. I am Nya captain of the Ship of the Drowned and leader of my small fleet."

[Augustus Nacht]

Nacht respectfully avoided an interruption after they'd boarded the galleon, he had to admit that while he'd never really considered being a sailor, the size of the ships and the impressive armaments they usually held always were an interest to him. Perhaps he'd try one of those "model ships" as they were called. Well, regardless. He was here for business, not for pleasure.

"So they say. Nacht is what they call me. It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Nya. I've been looking forward to meeting you since I'd been told you'd hear our call for aid." He was all business for the moment, keeping in mind matters of importance. "You have a fine ship, I must say. Ships have always been an interest of mine, but I must confess I'm no sailor. The three with me here," He indicated Landrick and his fellows. "Are experienced sailors on the other hand and certainly seem like they'd be of use to you."

After handling that bit of business, it was time to focus on the truly important matters. "But as you know, I'm not here to bring you sailors. Shall we got down to business proper?"

[Dietrich Landrik]

It wasn't before long when a ship that had pulled into the harbor earlier pulled into a dock near them. Oya moved onwards to greet the woman who stood above the deck and who jumped down to greet him. Family, perhaps. However, what really struck him were the strange sails, as everyone else's other than some Sacaen and Nabatan ships all had white sails. What an eccentric woman.

The way she greeted Willow and Oya confirmed his suspicions of her being family. However, when she mentioned "fleet" it sent a shiver down his spine. She wasn't flying any identifications flags and so she had a high chance of being a privateer.

So... it really was a discreetly paid fleet to terrorize another nation's navy or perform a raid. They were in the real deal now. This wasn't just running shipments or slapping people around with a sword. It was a little bit of both which meant things could go horribly wrong.

Landrik clicked his heels together and bowed a little bit in respect when Gustavus referred to him. Berg and Fuchs were just as uniform in their response.