blair
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Post by blair on Jul 13, 2014 18:48:55 GMT -5
Well Baham would wait until he is pretty sure he could make it........if he think he cant.....he would till till he could
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Post by Klangwhyrr on Jul 13, 2014 18:54:46 GMT -5
OOC: I’m assuming the captain will give Klangwhyrr some assurance regarding the safety of Jon and Kale Reece. If not, I’ll edit the following post:
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Klangwhyrr looked down upon Thal Rheegos and inclined his helmeted head in a display resembling gratitude. “Thank you, captain,” he said in a voice that carried a strange, unnerving echo.
And then, with an awkward lumbering gait, Klangwhyrr turned about to look upon the assembled adventurers. Gears churned and clacked as he settled into a stalwart stance, resting his oversized, three-fingered hands on the leather utility belt girding his narrow waist. His eerie, glowing eyes lingered upon each: Banwyck, Malvo and Moridan. With quiet dispassion he evaluated them one at a time, wordlessly measuring their strengths, their weakness, their strategic value and their tactical value; their disposition and readiness.
With his conclusions drawn, the automaton stomped across the deck to the starboard rails where a wooden davit kept the longboat was suspended. Klangwhyrr wrapped his three-fingers about the metal winch, a motion that was accompanied by the sound of stretching leather and creaking timber. Slowly, Klangwhyrr rotated the winch, lowering the longboat into the frothy waves that broke upon the hull.
“It is time to go,” the automaton told his colleagues, as he turned to climb down the rope ladder that led to the longboat. Settling upon the hard, wooden thwart, he reached for his oars and looked up, expectantly, to his companions.
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Post by DM Nevets on Jul 13, 2014 19:55:08 GMT -5
OOC: 1. Blair has offered some visual evidence for me to rethink my earlier post a bit and I'll modify my original penalty to his glide attempt. However, Blair, it is far from a sure thing since your ship is no longer moving toward the other two. Perhaps you should wait til the longboat is on its way just in case you miss your mark and drop into the sea? 2. Scott, yes, the captain will offer to take care of the Governor and his Son for Klang, its something he's already sworn to do for the journey.
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Post by tinytroll on Jul 13, 2014 23:22:01 GMT -5
Moridan waits for the rest of the volunteers to choose their seats in the boat, then sits as far forward as the remaining space will allow. He will spend the time closely studying Klangwhyrr.
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Banwyck
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Post by Banwyck on Jul 14, 2014 20:55:05 GMT -5
Making his way to where the rope bridge meets the rail, Ban looks at The Professor & Moridan extending a hand. "Here... these ladders can be a little tricky to get started on." Looking across the deck, eyes resting briefly on the others that look somewhat seasoned, he says loudly with a playful smile, "Last chance for adventure before the Maelstrom rips us to shreds...!"
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blair
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Post by blair on Jul 14, 2014 21:06:21 GMT -5
Just to be safe Baham I waiting for the long boat to launch.......If he is not to make it .....he does not want to be crab food......but he does want to first aboard.......timing is everything......waiting for the boat to launch......still eyeing for any anything aboard the other vessels .......
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jason
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Post by jason on Jul 17, 2014 14:07:02 GMT -5
OOC: Rock will go on the longboat.
"If stuff needs to get brought back to our boat their gonna to want me."
He climbs the stairs to the main deck for the first time in over two months. Upon fully standing he stretches his arms out. After being below deck for so long it's nice to stand fully upright again.
On the main deck now stands the largest human you've ever seen. Easily 20 hands high and 20 stone, he's just enormous. The chain shirt he's wearing is impressive in not only its size but quality. It appears to have been made custom for him as well as the rest of his over sized clothing. The sword sheathed on his back, in any normal mans hands, would be to large to wield without both hands.
He quietly steps over to the ladder to go down to the longboat and stands there waiting, slowly looking around. At times he seems to stare off to the horizon as if he was lost in thought.
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jason
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Post by jason on Jul 17, 2014 14:18:49 GMT -5
OOC: 1 hand is 4 inches and 1 stone is 14 pounds, roughly.
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Post by Klangwhyrr on Jul 18, 2014 11:46:04 GMT -5
As Rock settled into the longboat, Klangwhyrr spoke. “It is time to go,” he told his companions in that strange voice that seemed to echo, as if coming from across a great distance.
“For those of you unfamiliar with longboats, there is significant amount of manual labor required,” the automaton explained. His delivery was one purely based on fact and held no emotion. “Be aware, however: rowing technique can be optimized to increase velocity and to achieve maximum propulsion while minimizing resistance."
Klangwhyrr dipped his oars into the sea and pulled. There was a faint rasping sound as the chiseled stone plates of his triceps dragged along the rows of metallic plates that circled his abdomen “Observe,” he said. “Rowing is a periodic movement that incorporates the following stroke phases: catch, drive, finish.” With Klangwhyrr’s lone effort, the longboat pulled away from the Impolite Fortune and turned towards the two, seemingly, abandoned vessels. Waves buffeted the small boat, lifting it up and dropping it down in regular, nauseating intervals. “If we work together, we shall arrive in short order.”
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Post by DM Nevets on Jul 21, 2014 8:39:33 GMT -5
OOC: Just to be clear here, the characters going to investigate are Klangwhyrr, Banwyck, Baham (gliding), Moridan and Rock. Last chance to join em...
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jason
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Post by jason on Jul 21, 2014 9:56:54 GMT -5
"I can do that. Are there more row...uh...sticks?"
Rock begins slowly looking about the longboat for additional oars.
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mavelle
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Post by mavelle on Jul 21, 2014 12:40:40 GMT -5
from the ship came a lilting, female voice. “yoo hoo, boys.” standing at the rails of the deck is a woman in her mid-twenties | she leans on a spear with wooden shaft and a leaf-shaped tip the woman’s description: - strawberry blonde hair, pulled up into a topknot and falls to the middle of her back | small twigs and leaves are matted into her hair
- her face is angular with chiseled features, but still pretty | pale skin streaked with mud or soot, especially about the face | full, pink lips | canted, green eyes – slightly glassy, suggesting a touch of madness
- the woman’s physique is athletic – a result of spending her life in the wilds | she is still soft and curvy in some places, especially around the hips and breasts
- her tunic, robe and sashes are sewn form flowing fabric of autumn-looking red and oranges | her time in the wilds has left some of her garments worn and faded | in places, her cloths have been repaired with patches and loops of thick thread
- beneath her robes, she wears armor of soft, brown leather and thick splints of wood carved with sylvan sigils
- the woman is adorned with loose jewelry (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, belts) | the jewelry is constructed from bone, ivory, colorful stones and feathers
“is there room for one more?”
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Post by Klangwhyrr on Jul 21, 2014 13:00:54 GMT -5
Klangwhyrr’s helmeted head turned to Rock with the soft sound of clockwork mechanisms. The eerie points of light that represented the automaton’s eyes shifted in color from a wary amber glow to an inquisitive violent hue. He was silent for a moment as he studied the large, human warrior. “Evidence of time spent as a manual laborer.,” he observed. "Physical attributes suggest extensive physical strength and a degree of martial prowess,” he continued in a voice devoid of emotion. “Response to external stimuli, general behavior and vocabulary are indicative of suboptimal cognitive function.”
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The call of the woman from the Impolite Fortune attracted the automaton’s attention. His eyes shifted color, again, becoming an intrigued shade of blue. “I was not aware of this passenger on the manifest.” There was almost a note of concern in his strangely distant voice. He looked from Banwyck to Malvo, from Moridan to Rock. “Did any of you know of this woman?”
With a mighty heave, Klangwhyrr dipped his starboard oar into the sea and pulled, slowing turning the longboat around. With mechanical precision, the automaton rowed back to the ship, pulling alongside it.
“Lower the rope ladder,” Klangwhyrr instructed. “We will steady it, so you may climb down.”
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mavelle
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Post by mavelle on Jul 21, 2014 14:28:45 GMT -5
the woman calls down to the war-forged: “thank you.”
she tosses down her spear | she climbs down the rope ladder with surprising nimbleness and takes a seat on the longboat | she wraps her orange cloak about her and pulls the hood over her head, protecting herself from the cold spray of the sea
“greetings,” she says, “my mine is mavelle. the captain believed you may require my assistance.”
to everyone onboard, she says: “you can all start rowing, again.”
mavelle reaches under her hood and itches at the strawberry blonde locks tied back into a topknot | she digs out one of the twigs trapped, there
“i apologize, i don’t know any of you. i haven’t been on deck, much.”
she speaks quickly and emphatically, like an eager child.
“i have questions. so many questions!”
mavelle looks to klangwhyrr and the brow over one her glassy (slightly mad), green eyes arches. “what are you? are you a machine? personally, i don’t like machines. machines are very unnatural.”
mavelle looks to malvo. she sees the devices and contraptions tucked into his belts, pouches and pockets. “professor, you seem to have acquired a number of gadgets. are you a wizard?” she rests her pointy chin on the knuckles of her tiny hand. “are there gadget wizards?” she looks to klangwhyrr and then back to malvo. “i don’t like gadgets, either. they’re too much like machines. sorry.”
mavelle looks up to the sky, seeing the gliding dragon man. “what is that? is that thing on our side?”
mavelle looks to moridan. “you’re an elan, aren’t you? i have never met an elan, before. why would an elan risk a venture out to the old world?”
mavelle looks to rock. her full, pink lips widen into a smile. “you’re very big for a man. and you’ve got very big hands. are there ogres in the roots of your family tree?” mavelle almost overlooks bankwyk. “i’m sorry. i didn’t see you, there. it’s almost like you blended in.” her pretty, dirt-smeared face squinches up. “aren’t you a little young to be an adventurer?”
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Banwyck
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Post by Banwyck on Jul 22, 2014 11:14:12 GMT -5
Seeing as Mavelle's whirlwind introduction ended with him, Ban decides to respond first. "You might have a point. But I'm a little too curious to not be adventurous and far too old for it to be considered cute, anymore. So...", Ban shrugs and holds his hands palm up to either side of him while sporting a crooked grin.
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