Jabal
Dragon
Posts: 67
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Mar 13, 2016 1:38:48 GMT -6
The Western Isles had asked more questions than it had answered. Etruria had been rife with dead ends. So now the ancient dragon found himself continuing his ceaseless hunt for answers in Lycia, in a port city the humans called “Badon”. It was a buzzing trade city bustling, or rather infested, with human life. Jabal had come here because someone had told him that Badon was the start of every great adventure, the beginning of the road, the place where men set sail to make something of their miserable selves.
Well, not in so many words; the dragon had added the “miserable” himself, but it was the truth! It was only humans who felt the need to go on ‘adventures’ and ‘quests’ to make themselves think, in contradiction of all actual fact, that they were important. The fool themselves into thinking that they actually mattered. And so many of them did so with goals that held so little substance. To “become wealthy” or ‘gain renown” or simply “do good” were banalities. What was one soldier among thousands? So few of these humans would ever do something of actual worth that the odds essentially demanded that they not even try. But it seemed that such a narrow focus on achievement, on being remembered rather than truly changing the course of fate, went hand in hand with fragility and transitoriness. It had a millenia ago, and it still did today.
And yet for all his criticism, here he was on his own little adventure, wandering Elibe to find the answers to the so-far mythological “dragonstone” which would apparently allow him to regain his strength and his true form in this thin-aired post Scouring world. Honestly the whole concept was still bewildering to the Mountain, and he often felt he was wandering around like an imbecile looking for something that didn't exist, but he had yet to hear a better explanation from anyone on his journey so now his quest brought him to this small tavern: the “Sea Serpent”. It was unimpressive, to say the least, but if it had men going to Valor, then that was where Jabal needed to be. Ducking under the head, the dragon pushed open the front door and made his way inside.
“I’m looking for Emil,” he shouted over the din of the Sea Serpent’s patrons. He had to tilt his head a little bit to deal with the "low" roof, but his voice annunciated clearly all the same. "Where is Emil Aurion?" He took a piece of paper that was crumpled up in his massive hand and slammed it down on an empty table. “I found your piece of paper.”
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Post by Emil Aurion on Mar 17, 2016 19:57:29 GMT -6
Out of the group, it had seemed everybody had a little experience with sailing, Aeos being the only one to give him something to work with. Emil folded his arms across his chest and wrinkled his brow in thought. He had been thinking about what roles he still needed, while he could fill any gaps, he had worked his way up as a deck hand to a quartermaster from a young age, it would take part of the work load off his shoulders.
"Aeos, you're going to be the ship navigator. I assume by reading the sky you mean both day and night, correct? As far as the others, if you have any other specialities speak up now or else you'll be stuck as deck hands."
Emil's gaze turned towards Charmichal, the man's appearance had shown he spent quite a bit of time in the sun, but as well as somebody who had done his fair share of physical work. "Charmichal, do you have any experience at carpentering, or any experience with wood work? Eturira trade routes to Bern takes the around Nebada, passing through these waters. While it's not as common in there parts as it is near the Western Ilse, piracy is still a thing. The need to quick ship repairs while at sea is possible."
Loreley had asked about the ship and Emil himself, while he couldn't say much about the ship he would have to keep his past to himself. He figured nobody would want to sail under a pirate, well ex-pirate. "As far as the ship goes, it should be able to hold roughly twenty people and supplies for us. I had recently purchased it, before it was a merchant ship so living quarters are some what cramped. As far as myself, my father was a sailor so I followed suit at a young age doing odd jobs on ships. I can do basically anything on a ship, pretty decently on most parts. I've dealt with pirates quite a bit so if they do show up I'll be able to spot them a mile away. We'll be setting sail roughly a week after we fill up all of the passenger slots. There's room for about four people."
Then suddenly, all 'four' had walked into the tavern all wrapped into one mountain of a man demanding to speak to him. Emil's eyes lite up, what he saw pleased him. He rose to his feet to greet the man. He puffed out his chest a bit, to appear slightly larger than he was. He's been in a few brawls in his day and felt he could take the man on if need be, as long as he didn't get hit. While he was prepared for a fight, that wasn't his intentions.
He kept his voice low so the others didn't hear him. "Yeah, so? Want a biscuit? Because there's plenty of people that found it before you. If you're looking to board the ship it's under my terms. You will be the only one to receive a share of the pay load, a fifth of what I make from this. In order to receive your share you'll be my quartermaster." He had hoped by hiring this man as his quartermaster it would deter anybody from taking control of his ship along the trip.
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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
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Mar 18, 2016 9:17:07 GMT -6
Emil started to explain everyone's roles on the ship. He even started describing some of the more finer details of his ship. How they were to set sail in a weeks time and how there would be passengers and the fact that his ship was a former merchant's ship. These were all good things in the young dragon's mind. And if everyone was bringing something to help with the supplies then he'd have to spend a considerable less amount on food. Ship's navigator. I can do that. Aeos gave himself a bit of a self affirming nod before he answered Emil's question.
"Yes sir. I can guide us around by either day or night. I am also handy with a hammer and a decent cook." He spoke slowly and calmly. The waitress came around with another round of drinks. Aeos left the woman some coin and got his second mug. He took a few sips as his mind started to think on what to bring. Hmm.. we will need to purchase a map.. a new compass. I mean.. we don't really need to BUY one.. we can just make one with a bowl, water, a needle, and cork. But.. it would look a bit better if we had our own. It wasn't long until he heard a familiar voice out towards the other end of the tavern. A man he had not seen in quite some time had slammed a peice of paper on the table and demanded that he speak to Emil. Aeos looked over and stared in mix of shock, wide eyed horror, and surprise. It's the Mountain Man! He quickly refocused his gaze back into the drink inside his mug. He had one hand wrapped firmly around the handle. One could see the white color of his knuckles bleeding through his tanned skin.
Aeos was uneasy around the man he called "mountain". When they met the "mountain" had told them his story. A story about him being a Dragon born in Bern. Who once lived with his father near one of the human civilizations. That was until the humans found out about their dragon lineage and slaughtered the "mountain's" father. The mountain had a clear vendetta against humans. And it was that vendetta.. that anger.. and rage against humanity that frightened the young air dragon. Aeos had some qualms against humanity but they were not anywhere near the same degree as the "Mountain's". And now this "Mountain" man was looking for Emil.. possibly to take the same trip to Valor like they all were. The thought of having the "Mountain" on a small wooden boat, packed with humans, for a rather lengthy amount of time... now that was something for Aeos to be terrified of. HEY! WE ARE SHAKING! The voice of his inner dragon quipped in his mind. And it was right, Aeos was shaking. The liquid in the mug was swirling around and threatened to spill out.
Emil's reaction to the mountain's presence wasn't helping. He had his chest puffed out and spoke as if he was trying to challenge the mountain. While it was important for the Captain to assert his dominance, the human had no idea what the mountain was capable of. Hell Aeos had no idea what he was capable of either. But considering one was a human and the other was a literal mountain of muscle, Aeos felt like if they were to get into a fight the mountain would win. And that would be problematic for everyone.
If the need rose Aeos felt like he would be the only one to stand up against the mountain. He gritted his teeth a bit and lightly tapped into the power of his stone. He closed his eyes and let the small rush of power settle him down. This small amount of stone tapping barely caused any changes to his physical form. One had to be paying extremely close attention to the tips of his ears, finger tips, and toe tips to really notice any change. And even then that change was extremely minor. His body and hands stopped shaking. He took in and let out a few deep breaths. He needed to be calm. Once he felt calm enough, did he open his eyes once more.
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Post by Gar on Mar 18, 2016 15:40:18 GMT -6
Gar nodded, acknowledging Loreley’s desire to get her name on any discovery the group made. So she want’s to leave her name on the world. Guess we got that in common. Turning his head, he listened to Carmical’s concerns about the safety of the trip. Don’t expect this guy will have much to be worried about on the high seas. He might get a sunburn though. Gar chuckled softly at the joke in his mind, but decided to keep it to himself. Emil began assigning roles and claimed if Gar didn’t speak up quickly, his role would be to scrub the deck. A scrub for no pay? That’s not happening. Gar cleared his throat with a cough. “I can take care of the rigging. Ya’ know furl and unfurl the sails, tie off the knots and drop anchor. I’m a pretty sure climber so you don’t need to worry about me falling from the mast. Now if I may make a suggestion, in my experience archers like Lor have a keen eye, perfect for a lookout. Assuming that bow she’s got isn’t for show.”
The pirate found himself with and empty mug and began scanning the bar to find a waitress, not realizing one was already handing a drink to his friend. His eyes briefly caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a giant, but he shrugged it off and returned his attention to the table. No ones that big. Must’ve been perspective or a trick of the light. A moment passed before a voice nearly broke Gar’s ear drums. It sounded more like a roar than a shout, but it was requesting for the man across the table from Gar. The pirate turned to see the source of the shouting.
A man. A big man. A big man in red stood in the entryway with all eyes on him. Gar had met the oversized, burly type of man before, but this guy was in a different league. Gar laughed lightly and began to wonder if his drink was making him a little less aware than he expected. Gar was impressed with how Emil handled the situation. Proud and collected, as a captain should be. As Emil rose to speak with to the mountain, Gar turned to his fellows that remained at the table, barely missing Aeos’ spat of discomfort. “Seems like Tiny here wants to join our merry crew. He sure looks like a good guy to have around.” Gar wasn’t even sure if he meant what he said or if he was being sarcastic. It remained to be seen whether this giant was going to help or hinder their voyage. "Ha har Let’s just hope we don’t capsize because of him."
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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 Mar 20, 2016 19:09:18 GMT -6
"Going in on rations with you? That might be acceptable. Let me hear a little more before I decide if the venture is really worth it or not." She answered back to Carmichal. She made no qualms about her critical view on cost and reward of the trip.
Lore's attitude remained questionable relating to all this. The ship sounded alright. If it was good enough for a merchant crew, then it would be good enough for them. Hopefully it would have an efficient enough design to match its former owner's money sense as well. What Emil said of himself was a little vague though, leaving it at the fact that he'd been a man of the sea for years. She could imagine him growing up on the ocean, much like she had. It sounded as though his experience had been on the large ships though.
"Living space on ships is always cramped. At least we can know that there's room for supplies. As for special skills...." Lore held off a little. She wasn't so certain on Emil's choice of navigators. It didn't sound like the man even knew how to sail. Beggars couldn't be choosers though, and that's what a new captain was most of the time.
"I've served on a few ships since leaving the isles, but I've spent the last ten years of my on the water. I've been a single hand off shore for about two years now." That would mean something to the group. Single Handers were the ones that went out on their boats by themselves. Everything that needed doing from trimming and reefing sails to charting courses and gaging winds. Some of them also had a bit of a wild and strange reputation. Those grizzled old sailors who went out, just them and their ship against the ocean. Of course, Loreley wouldn't call herself grizzled or old. Perhaps a little suntouched at times. "I think I could do anything needed on a ship, though some of these fine lads might be able to hoist the sails a touch quicker than I in a pinch." Particularly Carmichal looked able to muscle his way through getting the rigging up into the air.
I do have pretty good sight, Master Gar," Lore said, cocking her head at him and giving him a coy smile, "I'm afraid that I'm a sailor first, and an archer second, however. Enough to see that one."
A curious frown quirked her lips as the sailor lass watched Emil actually get up and leave to go and speak to this loud and mountainous pile of flesh that had walked into the room.
"Do you all feel comfortable sailing under this Emil, with these odd requirements he's got on his voyage?" She asked quietly, as the Captain of the venture made his way over to the big man. "I haven't heard of him before. He hasn't mentioned the name of his ship yet, so I don't know it either.... I guess I'm just used to a Captain taking a little more active care in looking after his crew." It made her a little suspicious. Normally, captains wanted to know and control everything that went on on their ship. This Emil was putting them in charge of supplying themselves though....
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Carmichal
Brigand
Booze is always an acceptable form of payment in my book.
Posts: 41
Profession: Mercenary
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Profile
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Carmichal on Mar 23, 2016 9:06:06 GMT -6
Carmichal beamed at Loreley, pleased with her response. He was really taking a shine to the lass. She was certainly very thrifty, if a bit too concerned about her reputation, and she had a quick wit about her. If only he had been a good ten or fifteen years younger... Ah well, he was a salty old sea dog and his fist love would always be the sea. His attention drifted back to Emil. Their captain was in the process of assigning roles to the crew and it seemed that Carmichal was to be the ship's carpenter. It was a good, respectable position, one that took a fair amount of skill and experience. Fortunately, he had been more than just a bruiser in Captain Mikar's crew. "Aye, carpentry I can do,"Carmichal confirmed with a confident nod. "I can stop a leak or fix a mast. I can even patch a sail, if need be."
A booming, thunderous voice shattered the relative calm of the conversation. An absolute beast of a man, easily dwarfing any Carmichal had seen before, filled the entryway, his head just barely avoiding scraping the ceiling. He was looking for the captain, though his intent was not entirely clear. Emil made quite a show of puffing himself up, appearing quite similar to an exotic bird preparing to mate. Carmichal winced as the captain left to talk to the man. He had dealt with men like this newcomer before and displays of superiority toward them were rarely received well. With the captain out of earshot, Loreley voiced her concerns to the group. She was worried about the reputations of the captain and his ship, as well as his odd requirements. While he considered them valid, Carmichal's concerns were a bit simpler. "He's a strange one, to be sure, but I've heard o' worse." He shot a glance back at the newcomer. "I'm more worried that cap'n's gonna get himself killed before we can even set sail. That's not a man you'll be wantin' to trifle with."
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Jabal
Dragon
Posts: 67
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Mar 24, 2016 16:37:28 GMT -6
This Emil character had definitely earned himself a beating with the way he introduced himself, yet Jabal was slow to raise his hand. If he’d learned anything in Etruria, it was that humans no longer knew their place; they saw themselves as the absolute masters of the world. They were still craven, oh yes, perhaps even more so, but they’d lost their fear of the divine and the primal, and they responded quite violently to, well, violence. And there were always so many of them; too many of them. Plus Jabal was no fool. He knew couldn’t swim to Valor, and he hadn’t found any other humans brave enough to make the journey, so rather than risk losing his only ship to Valor over a clash of ego, the dragon resorted to talk. Besides, what did the Mountain have to prove to this man?
“Hide your plumage, peacock. If you’re looking to compare dragons, believe me, you’d lose.” Jabal smirked at his own double entendre, then looked around the tavern. Aside from the fact that the ceiling only just cleared the top of his head, there wasn’t much to say about the place. It was dirty, dimly lit, and filled with the kind of people most humans would call “rough”. The designation meant little to the dragon, but it was worth knowing that these were the kind of humans that were used to getting their way with little more than a flash of steel and a nasty frown.
There also weren’t very many people in the dive of a watering hole, and the few people that were were all staring at him. Ugh. At first Jabal had taken pride in the fact that almost every human always looked his way when he walked by, but now it was starting to get a little annoying. It wasn’t enough that he had to live in a world built like it was made for hatchlings, clearly he also had to suffer their constant gaze as well! But it wasn’t like it was with hatchlings. Jabal had always relished the attention of his the young of the Musenen Jabal. They had always looked up at him with wonder, and joy, and admiration.
الجبل ، وأنا من أي وقت مضى أن يكون كبيرا كما كنت؟ (Mountain, will I ever be as big as you are?)
الجبل ، اصطحابي حتى أستطيع أن أرى مثلك ! (Mountain, pick me up so I can see like you!)
The dragon’s face grew cold at the memories. No, this was different, like he was some sort of freak. It was unpleasant and Jabal had to stifle the urge to yell at every last person in this bar. But he’d tried that before, and it only made things worse.
“I need passage, nothing more,” he spoke, making no attempt to modulate the volume of his voice. “Pay me all of it, pay me none, makes no difference to me.” Then, as he finished speaking, the giant dragon noticed a familiar face sitting at the table that Emil had been sitting at. Though the name seemed to escape Jabal at the moment, that man was definitely the dragon he’d met shortly before leaving “Ostia”, only now the zen-like demeanor that had characterized him then seemed gone. In fact it almost looked like he was shaking like some kind of scared child. Ha, really? The person in the room most terrified of him was the dragon? Jabal was as surprised as he was flattered.
“What’s with your friend there?” The Mountain barked across the room, making a confused gesture towards the dragon. “Looks like he’s eaten some rancid meat!” He looked down at Emil. “This is the kind of help you’re hiring? No doubt he vomits two minutes into the trip.”
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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
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Apr 2, 2016 21:58:06 GMT -6
Ooc- it's been more then a week, so I'll just post this up to help keep us rolling. -- The others were discussing their opinions about captain Emil. Aeos had calmed down enough to the point where he seemed to be back to normal. He listened to everyone's opinions before speaking his own. While, Emil demands were out of the norm for most captains Aeos was fine with it. He could afford the fee. Cramped conditions were normal on a boat. He could pack his own supplies. Trips to Valor were rare. Even if “Mountain” was to make this journey unpleasant for the young dragon, he would not waste this opportunity. He nodded softly towards the group.
“I've not heard much of Emil either.. and he seems to be different than other captains. But he hath taken first steps into assembling a crew. And I think a trip to Valor is worth these unorthodox conditions.” He spoke in a soft low tone. Even though Emil was busy talking to the “Mountain” and was certain he couldn't hear him. The “Mountain” had called him out on his prior momentary panic. He took the mountain’s insult and appeared to not let it phase him. He shrugged as if nothing had happened.
“Blame the shiver on the poor mead.” He spoke with a tint of annoyance in his voice. He casually put the half empty cup down on the table. Damn it, I was enjoying that. His voice of his inner self chimed in. There were moments where his inner voice it acted like a child fully aware of its strength as a Dragon. Other times it acted animal like, with urges tied to either food or fighting. Both facets of itself were eager to shift and show the world the wonders of his strengths regardless, if the world was ready for it. Ever since his trip to Vinland the voice of his dragonstone seemed to be quiet or more in tune with the human projection of itself. Unless, he felt threatened or in this case insulted. The more instinctive part of himself wanted to pick a fight, but he knew that would be incredibly dumb.
“Crude insults aside...” He sighed softly. Relax. Remember.. We are being the proverbial bigger man.
“Mountain.. it is good see you. And to see that you be unchanged.” He then tilted his head to the side a bit, and had his forefinger and thumb cupped under his chin, thinking.
“Ye be the last person I thought to see interested in a trip to Valor.” Even though Aeos was uncomfortable with the fact that the large man clad in red would be joining them, he was genuinely glad that “Mountain” was ok. Hopefully, this trip would give them another opportunity to talk. Hmm.. feels like there is no stone yet. Aeos mentality breathed a sigh of relief. Aeos did not know what sort of form “Mountain” had as a Dragon. But if he were to guess it was something more massive than his current appearance. If that change happens.. We’re going to need a bigger boat.
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Post by Gar on Apr 3, 2016 2:37:31 GMT -6
Did Gar feel comfortable sailing under Emil? A simple enough question that Gar wasn’t quite yet ready to answer fully. Gar lowered his voice to speak. “Aye he seems, well, almost uninterested. But it isn’t enough to keep me from joining.” The pirate shrugged. “I’ll just have to see how it goes.” Gar then chuckled lightly to Charmical’s statement about Emil trifling with the large newcomer. Charmical certainly has a point, but Emil looks like he could handle himself in a little bar fight.
Gar’s attention was brought back to the large man speaking at high volume. The way the man carried himself was more interesting than the words he said. Gar furrowed his brow as a disturbing notion crossed his mind. Although they weren’t on the isles, there were still less than honorable people in all port cities. The type to slide a knife between a man’s shoulder blades just because they didn’t like him. Judging by the large man’s demeanor, he wasn’t out to make friends. Gar contemplated giving the man a warning, but thought it might come out as a threat. That probably wouldn’t end well for the pirate. Gar was simply concerned with the mountainous man’s sense of self preservation. I guess when you’re that big, the rest of the world seems insignificant, as if it couldn’t hurt you. But I bet any one of the few people in this bar could sneak up on a giant. I should probably call him over here and tell him to relax with the shouting. Gar thought that type of bravado was foolish and dangerous.
This pirate turned his chair to face the mountain. He was about to call out to the man when the man barked in the table’s direction. It seemed he was calling out to Aeos, mocking him. He’d better have a good reason for talking about my mate like that. Else I might have to do something about it. Gar didn’t know what he could do or how he could do it, but sometimes he had to act simply on principle. The pirate clenched his teeth and looked quickly Aeos to see how he took it. “Blame the shiver on the poor mead.”
Apparently now wasn’t the time to get into it with the new man, but Gar suspected something was off about Aeos and the big man’s relationship. The pirate didn’t know what this guy wanted, but he knew he had to back Aeos up. Gar grunted but agreed with his friend by speaking up. “Aye, mead here is terrible. It’ll knock ya to the floor. Come over here and I’ll give ya a taste.” Gar raised his newly filled mug in the large man’s direction to soften his words with duplicity. He can take that statement one of two ways. At least I’ll know what kind of guy he is.
Soon enough, Aeos spoke to reveal that the two had already met. The fact that the two were acquaintances gave Gar a great sense of relief and some light embarrassment for his previous statement. He gave a smirk. “Ahh. So you two are friends? I couldn’t tell. Hahar.” Gar spoke to Aeos, almost retracting the threat he had made earlier. Gar then spoke to the table once again but this time gestured at the big man with his thumb. “Can you believe this guy? Isn’t he a just a big ol’ joker?”
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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 Apr 3, 2016 16:42:07 GMT -6
Loreley almost felt like rolling her eyes at the larger man's phrasing and response to how Emil had approached with a little extra bravado. Keen escape instincts insisted she keep her eyes open though, lest mugs, tables, or stools suddenly come flying her way. It said something about the Captain that he was willing to step out and stand up to this mountain of a man like this. And, it likewise said something about the mountain that he was so unconcerned by the exchange. She wasn't sure how to take it all. It'd be easier to decide once she saw the fallout.
She kept an eye on the pair talking over nearer to the door, listening to her companions and keeping half an ear on the rest of the tavern. Pay him? Pay him?! Overhearing the larger man wasn't proving so difficult. In fact, it was hard not to hear some that conversation, with how she was still watching them. She had to work to keep her face from going to red, making the leap that he'd offered to pay this one right after announcing that the trip to valor would be enough payment for the lot of them.... It was his money to throw around as he willed she supposed, but it still felt in bad taste and left her feeling slighted. The apparent uncaring of this giant of a man was the only thing amusing about the whole mess.
Before raising her voice up to throw a fit over it though, she stopped to listen to what the others were saying about him. No one seemed to have issue. It was just her. She'd come looking for what she could gain while the rest seemed to have come looking for exactly what was offered: A trip to Valor. She hoped to get more out of it still, though she was giving up on the idea of gold. The prestige attached to the voyages could turn out to be worth something someday. She'd already thought that, but needed to find a way to capitalize on it. Getting her name attached to the ship and the voyage itself would be the way to do it. She could think of one way, but wasn't sure what the others would make of it. It was pretty audacious as far as things went. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"Captain! Name me your First Mate. I know how to sail. I've made my own voyages before." She wanted to make sure that her time aboard ship was paid for, and being named the First Mate would ensure that she'd be noticed on return. Returning safely from a successful venture would become her primary concern next. Let the others be concerned with threats and displays. She knew what she was here for.
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Post by Emil Aurion on Apr 4, 2016 18:42:53 GMT -6
Emil didn't back down, nor any reactions that would show fear to what the large man said. "If you gotta call it a dragon to feel like a big man, then be my guest. Gotta over compensate some how I guess." The mountain of a man had made a remark about his navigator, Emil turned to look at him for a moment.
"Well, if he proves to be a problem it becomes your problem. As the quartermaster it's your job to discipline any who can't do their job." He said with a light jab with his elbow into Jabal's stomach.
From there Loreley had asked to be his first mate, that had began to make his blood boil. Any time he joined a new crew, he had to always work his way up from the bottom and this woman had the gal to ask to be given that position. 'I know how to sail' was enough for him to award her with that? "Did you just ask what I think you did lass?"
He began to take heavy steps towards her as he shot a quick glance to the corner of the room before returning his gaze to her. When he reached the table he almost slammed his hand upon the table, he the leaned in putting his forehead against her's. His breathing was heavy as well "Why in the bloody 'ell would I do that? I ain't even going to run with one till I know exactly what you're capable of, asking that now is putting yourself behind the others."
In a much softer voice he began to speak to Loreley again, this time for her ears only. "The past few days I've seen a few scouts watching me. We need to talk later." standing up straight he positioned himself so he was facing the group. "We set sail in seven days, at noon. If you miss the ship that's on you."
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Carmichal
Brigand
Booze is always an acceptable form of payment in my book.
Posts: 41
Profession: Mercenary
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Profile
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Carmichal on Apr 5, 2016 19:50:57 GMT -6
Carmichal was beginning to worry about the intelligence of his new captain. Not only was he not backing down, he had elbowed the large stranger right in his gut. He could already tell that he was not going to take that well. Maybe this job was going to be over before it began. Carmichal hoped, even prayed a little, that the giant wouldn’t simply tear Emil’s head off and take the boat for himself. The tension thickened as Loreley, perhaps emboldened by her drink, boldly requested that Emil name her first mate. She certainly had a pair on her, though Carmichal knew it wasn’t a wise move. The captain echoed that sentiment, angrily shooting her down. He hoped that Emil didn’t treat every act of ambition like that. If so, this would be a rough voyage. Perhaps there would even be a mutiny. Not that he would dare suggest that to anyone just yet. He would wait and see where this venture went. Caution would be the wise path here. This boat was going to be a powder keg waiting to burst and Carmichal would throw his chips in when he was good and ready.
The captain dismissed the table, letting them know they had a week’s time to prepare for the voyage. Carmichal stuck close to Loreley as they left. He wanted to make sure the lass didn’t didn’t cause any trouble with the captain, but mostly he wanted to secure their arrangement for acquiring supplies, among other things. “That was pretty ballsy of you back there,” he admitted, patting her on the shoulder, “But I’d be a bit more careful with the cap’n. He seems the prickly sort, and I’d hate to see you have to walk the plank. I think this could be a fruitful venture for the lot o’ us though. Bide your time. Emil will see your worth, if there be worth to see. Which I’m sure there is, o’ course. You seem the capable sort,” Carmichal chuckled, backpedaling a bit as to not imply offense. “By the way, were you wantin’ to go in on supplies together? I was thinkin’ we could check prices around Badon, see where the deals are.”
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Jabal
Dragon
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Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Apr 19, 2016 10:28:35 GMT -6
Jabal bristled at the captain’s impertinence, particularly the disrespectful elbow that had found its way into his gut, but again the dragon chose the decidedly less incendiary route and said nothing of it. He merely scowled, crossed his arms in front of his chest, then looked to the ruffian in the blue striped shirt that had began shouting at him.
"Aye, mead here is terrible. It’ll knock ya to the floor. Come over here and I’ll give ya a taste.”
If the offer was genuine, well, the man could keep his piss-born swill to himself. But as a threat it was half-baked and amusing at best. The dragon couldn’t seem to look or walk ten feet without finding some slack-jawed human looking to prove how tough they were, and much like the constant staring, he was growing quite tired of it. Jabal wouldn’t be surprised if one of these days some drunken idiot walked up to him and pulled out a pocket-sized version of Roland’s butcher knife because of how uncannily similar the behavior seemed. He was bigger and he was stronger, and he wasn’t even in his true form, so why couldn’t the humans just accept his superiority? In fact Jabal had half a mind to step over to that table, rip the damn mug out of the man’s hand, then bash him across the jaw with it, but Aeos spoke up before the dragon could truly entertain the thought.
"Crude insults aside… Mountain.. it is good see you. And to see that you be unchanged. Ye be the last person I thought to see interested in a trip to Valor.”
“You clearly don’t know me well enough,” came Jabal’s cheeky reply, low and deep like the grinding stone of an earthquake. “I don't shy away from what you people might consider dangerous.” He smiled at Aeos with a simperingly insincere, and recalled the story he’d given the dragon the last time they’d spoke: a lone dragon, unfamiliar with his people, never having tasted the power of his birthright, living among humans as if Elibe had never risen up against his people. Jabal could have almost laughed at how piteously pathetic and naive he had made himself sound then, but the way he imagined such a dragon would act was all too close to the dragon he found himself staring at right now. It was the only dragon he’d met since waking up. That was not something Jabal found funny.
“Ahh. So you two are friends? I couldn’t tell. Hahar. Can you believe this guy? Isn’t he a just a big ol’ joker?”
The Mountain rolled his eyes as the oafish man in the bandana spoke again. The running vomit of his thoughts was most unwelcome, as was his opinion of Jabal.
“Then in the future, unless you enjoy making a fool of yourself, you should keep your mouth shut,” replied Jabal with a growl. “Aeos and I have met once. It is none of your concern.” The dragon had to keep himself from flipping a table. The fact that he was trying to cooperate with humans, to the extent of letting one captain him, was already putting him on edge. He didn’t need some loud mouthed buffoon running his mouth.
"I will return in seven days time," he said, averting his attention from the pirate and focusing on Emil. "I expect there will be no delays." Then, without another word, the hulking man turned and walked out the way he'd come.
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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 Apr 21, 2016 7:40:42 GMT -6
Aeos felt as if his stomach had swallowed itself when he heard that Captain Emil had made “Mountain” the quarter master. And that he would be responsible in disciplining the crew should they not do their tasks. While, Aeos saw the appeal of giving such a large and intimidating man a position of power. People would fear him and if that didn't work the “mountain” would simply hurt them till they complied. At least that's what Aeos thought. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. Realistically it probably will come to that. Wanna see if he can knock someone straight to the moon? His other half joked. Humans tended to have mixed responses when it came to strength. Some people feared it, respected it, some craved it. He worried for so many things. He really hoped “Mountain” had no enemies or at the very least did not make any new enemies on the ship. Not that he doubted “Mountain’s” strength, but humans are crafty when they work together. If he pisses off enough people with his leadership.. No.. Aeos didn't want to think about that. He needed to focus on what was in front of him.
He turned to look at Gar. Gar commented that Aeos and “Mountain” were friends. Aeos had to correct him. As much as Aeos wanted mountain to be his friend, he had a feeling that it was an impossible goal. Something, about “Mountain” made the younger dragon very uneasy. Aeos put his hand on his friend's shoulder. He was going to pat it like he had seen people do in order to express some affection or to grab his attention.
“We are.. merely acquaintances.” He spoke with a serious tone in his voice. But, then Gar made a brash comment regarding mead and showing it to “mountain”. This turned Aeos shoulder gesture into something else. He found himself squeezing the sailors shoulder, very hard, with his hand. What are you doing you fool!? He turned his head and gave the sailor a serious expression on his face. He shook his head lightly then let go of his friends shoulder.
“Mountain” had taken his leave of the place. Aeos breathed a sigh of relief when mountain left. With him out of the way Aeos started to focus on other things. Emil let them know that the group had seven days to prepare for the voyage. Noon. Ok. Aeos calmed down and finished what remained of his mead. He let out a sigh when the mug was empty then put it back down on the table. The drink did taste bad, since it had been left to sit on the table. But after that, exchange with "mountain", he was thirsty.
“Paid for it. No sense in letting it go to waste. It does taste like sludge.”
He then turned his head to look at the Captain.
“Captain, one last thing before I head off to look at supplies. What be the name of the ship?”
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Post by Gar on Apr 21, 2016 16:32:29 GMT -6
Loreley wanted to be first mate. Gar shrugged, he didn't have any problem with it, but getting the job just by asking was a long shot. Her request was shouted down by Emil. The pirate wasn't entirely surprised but he didn't think the refusal required such vigor. Hahar worth a shot. Gar gave Carmichal a quick nod as the man exited the tavern.
As events with the mountain played out, Gar gathered a few hints as to the big man's character. Aeos wanted Gar to be remarkably wary of the mountain. That was clear by the increasing grip on the pirate's shoulder. Gar rolled his shoulder in discomfort to get the hand off.The pirate's curiosity was growing, but Aeos gave Gar a serious look for good measure. Gar quickly learned the mountain doesn't enjoy being poked.
“Then in the future, unless you enjoy making a fool of yourself, you should keep your mouth shut” Gar had to conceal a small smirk that was creeping up to his lips. The pirate had half a mind to do quite the opposite of what he was advised. He didn't enjoy being called a fool, especially by a man who appeared to be nothing but a meathead. But rational thought eventually won out and Gar did indeed, keep his mouth shut. After the large man exited the tavern Gar replayed the scenario in his head. What he felt surprised him. Maybe I owe the big guy an apology. He must have to deal with louts like myself all day. Gar took a drink to rinse the remorse from his mouth. He entertained the thought of following the mountain to the exit and trying to smooth things over. He decided against it. Ehh We'll have plenty of time together on the voyage.
In seven days Gar would have to be ready to sail to dread isle. This meant that the pirate would have to get supplies and it was more than enough time to do so. So for now, Gar decided to remain in the tavern for another drink, just maybe not the mead this time.
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