Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Pyre looked at the large serving bowl well information is more important than well what ever that was, he walked away from his tray and quickly grabbed the chef by the arm. “Wo wo big guy, I gotta get off this boat and I have not got a clue how this Masaa place is, I get that ooo its scary and no one likes it.” He took a deep breath, “But I'm going to be the sucker that's thrown in the deep end out there so any information would be of a great help!”
Pyre eyed the large man the look on his face said most of the story already, “Your food smells great by the way and I'd love to get some if it isn't eaten by the hungry crew after we finish our chat.” Pyre looked at the man hoping he had charmed him enough to get the information he needed.
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 11, 2015 18:44:03 GMT
The chef looked down at the hand on his arm and snarled. He shook the newcomer loose but chose to answer his question anyway. "Aint too learned about the rest of the world are 'e? I hope yeh brought lighter clothes 'n that, 'n also hope ya gots a hat or goggles to shield those eyes boy. Masaa's the desert, hot, stinky, with deadly plants. Deadly animals. Deadly bugs. most of all Deadly peopel. I dun' eve' know why we keep traden' with them. Their money always comes splattered in blood. Usually ours. But we make sure to mix it wit' some o' theirs too if it's gotta be that way. Capt' calls it "negotiating" but I call it pointless. 'e got other shores we could visit jus' as easy."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Pyre looked at the man with horror, “I'm sorry what. A desert for some reason I was really hoping for a nice tropical location. Fresh water palm trees maybe some coconuts.”
Pyre looked at his get up, the man was right but he loved his coat. He sighed loudly, “So what does she see in this place? Why is it so much more worth while to risk all our necks?”
The news had taken his apatite from him, a desert really, Pyre hated the heat he couldn't stand it, the dangerous wildlife and murderous locals had nothing on the good ol' sun.
Levi watches as Pyre converses with the cook. It's quite a funny sight considering the size differences. He chomps on his apple, his mouth full of the meat before mushing and swallowing it. He walks over towards Pyre, putting his hand up in a gesture of 'hohooh, slow down mate!', grabbing Pyre's attention shortly after the cook had his word.
"You see, Masaa is the type of place, that talks with the shrewd sound of steel on steel. It's a dog eat dog world over there, but the problem is, they got what we need, and vice versa. They're land locked, poor, and depend on us. They're just not nice about it." He shrugs lightly and begins to drag the man back to the food. "He's right though. Caitlin will find goggles for you unfortunate one, and I would also suggest losing the coat." He plicks at the own coat on his body as he says so, implying that it may be too heavy. "Don't wear anything that'll hang, or they'll snatch it, or hold your neck in place for the blade." He chuckles a bit. "Just eat up for now boy, you've got time to worry, but not yet."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 12, 2015 4:26:28 GMT
Caitlin for her part was in the charts room, checking over everything they knew about the region and their 'partners in trade'. It has a single, huge river that was the main artery of the country and it lead way down into a huge lake, with a city in the center of the lake, where the rich live. Thats where the money came from. Along the bank of the river small villages spread out and thrived off the natural resource. Some villages could be found out in the dessert near Oasis. At the fringe where the river spreads and joins the sea there is a large sea port city.
The goods would trickle their way across the plains to those villages - not that it was any of her concern. What mattered was the large sea port city, where they would make their transaction.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Pyre threw some slop from the pot on his plate. It didn't look like the best food Levi was right he needed to eat something if he is going to have to trek through the sand in blistering heat. Pyre walked over to bench and took a seat with his food, “Well I got my own goggles at least.” he felt around his head for them, he found them just poking out his mess of hair, “nope, ah yes, I can feel them on my noggin.”
Pyre had a hate for all things warm let alone hot. He over heated easily and this made him very grouchy. “Okay.... The coat can stay... I suppose” he said with displeasure in his voice.
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 13, 2015 2:28:54 GMT
The first night out at sea was a long one. Sunlight vanished early due to stormy clouds blotting it out. Night set in ahead of schedule and the ship was left to battle the moon's pull on the tide. The ship rocked leffffft... rigggght... lefffft... riggggt.... it creaked with each to and fro, sliding side to side and causing the hammocks to swing in unison down in the ships berthing. a lantern slipped from its hook near the stairwell and smashed against the wall. Glass splittered loudly and rained down with the flamable fluid. The flame sputtered out and the corner was pitched in darkness.
Someone sleeping in the swinging bed above Pyres startled and flipped his hammock inside out trying to climb out of its grasp. He flopped right into Pyre's hammock with him, not bothering to stop or apologize before continuing his crawl down to the deck. In response to Pyres reaction at being smothered, He grabbed the lad by the shoulder and shook him. "Wakkkuup, somfinks ammater. we got ta check see she's ok," the groggy man ordered - still half asleep. He released the new bunkmate and proceeded toward the dark doorway
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Pyre rubbed his eyes still semi asleep, “sheess a big girl, eeeergh, I am sure she will be okay.” he wobbled him way towards the corridor.
He kept himself up by holding on to the wall for support trying to keep his own balance, “I am going to go ahead and assume you are worried about the lady Caitlin, who I'm sure is fine.” He rubbed his head “Why are you all people obsessed with her? Hasn't she got 'Captain Levi rocking the bed'.” He let out small chuckle that just led to a cough. He glance back around room, of all the people why did this idiot have to fall on him.
Pyre waved his arms for the man to go first, “Go on you lead, hero.”
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 13, 2015 7:08:06 GMT
The man turned in the doorway to glance back at Pyre like he'd grown two heads. "S'a matter with yeh? SHE is the ship!... landlovers, pfffth...." He shook his head and slipped into the dark passage. It shouldn't be this dark, he thought, even in his tired state. Something had broken, he hadn't imagined the sound. "Step lightly pup, the lights gone out." Could it be as simple as that?
Either way, there would be glass underfoot. And the deck would be slick with oil.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Pyre carefully walked over the glass with a minor slip and slide on the oil he traversed the mess. Pyre caught up the silhouette of the man and stared at him like he was talking a foreign language to his own, “The matter? What's the matter, where do I begin, I haven't a foggiest of your plan other than that you want to play hero.” He jabbed the man in his chest.
“Step lightly, the lights gone out...” he mimicked. “Jeeze, you are annoying, Okay what room is she likely to be in, so I am at-least in on this shambles and pointless plan.”
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 13, 2015 8:12:07 GMT
He paused. He was poked in the chest, then he was hammered for info. There was a long silence, then ... a full bellied Laugh.
"Yer still on about the capt? She's wherever she's needed ta be, I meant teh ship herself, the Dauntless- yeh daft man. Notice 'ow there's no light in 'ere? a lamps underfoot, and the deck could catch fire. No where to run to when a ship catches fire yeh know... sos we have ta clean'er up, and get her lit without sinking the poor girl. Me... annoying, yer drated clueless, yeh know that? How many a ship you sailed before pup? Any idea what you're in for?" He cursed, realizing their fate was in this fools hands all for the sake of a trial.
"You had better, not, fail." He threatened, then struck a match - holding it up so they could see the puddle at the bottom of the stair. "Enjoy yer first night shift, poodle, might be laborsome and sleepless, but least for now yer still liven 'n breathin, so be glad an' be useful."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Pyre buried his face in his hands the ship, he was on about the ruddy ship. The least he can do it help the man make sure they don’t all die after his display of mass stupidity, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to own up to being wrong. “Okay okay, whatever I’m clueless, but you weren’t clear so this is not my fault but yours.” He looked at the man and rolled his eyes, “and yes this is my first rodeo, I tend to break things with my 'magical' hands so to quote the lovely gems I am a ‘liability’ I didn’t ask to be part monster.” He took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
“Look.... just.....ARGH. Let’s just get to the deck and sort out the mess.” Pyre walked off up the stairs to see the damage above.
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 14, 2015 9:46:54 GMT
Luckily at the top of the stairs, not far down the narrow passageway on that level, there was a storage closet which just so happened to have a swab for such instances. The salty old sailor pointed to one of the swabs and gave a grunt to the new crew member. He pulled a rag from the supplies himself, to use when picking up the shattered glass. "Get used to it mate, The ship is your life jacket, and you are its. Whate'er ideas of grand cruises or fanciful expeditions yeh had yeh can forgettum. The only thing fancy 'bout all this is in the cargo hold, and your only in'erest in that is to get it unloaded for the righ' price." Speaking of which.... Pyre hadn't a clue at all what sorts of things he was supposed to be selling. And so far - no one had offered to enlighten him. 'course, he never asked, either...
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
“Look I don’t care what fancy trinkets and baubles are in the hold of this ship, I can sell them I am sure of it. Now don’t lecture me if you want my help.” Pyre huffed at the man and grabbed a swab, “We will sort this out as you wanted in the first place the two of us. Okay?” He stared at the man, “Then we will talk about your concerns with the new guy and him earning your gold.”
Pyre walked up onto the deck, the rain was coming down so hard he had to place a hand over his eyes. He held the ships railing his grip was not the best as the wood was wet. The ship rocked violently with the waves, how was everyone else sleeping still was beyond him.
“Before you say anything I know, my sea legs are not that good, and yes I have the footing of a new-born lamb. So we got that out the way?" he stared at him, if the man had anything to add....
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 14, 2015 21:48:51 GMT
Jamie snickered here and there as the younger man prattled on and led the way to the weather deck. The spill had been down below, but since he felt inclined to lead the way - Jamie wasn't going to stop him. On the contrary; he was making this all too easy.
They crested the last of the interior levels and climbed through a hatch to the exterior level. The rain was pouring, which almost made him feel bad about this.
Almost.
But everyone had to be broken in sometime - and their first night on board was their first night. Traditions were traditions after all.... weather be drated.
The youth talked about getting sea legs and not to berate him for it. Jamie nodded, a dung-eating grin on his face.
From behind and out of the darkness, ten extra sailors appeared. Harold, up on the helm, oversaw the whole thing to make sure they didn't go overboard - figuratively and literally - as the lept on the newcomer and quickly bound him with ropes. Against his will - the lad was dragged backwards toward the center mast. Sure he'd get in a few good punches, kicks and elbows, they always did. But pain was living, and this boy was going to get as good as he dealt.
"Quit your squabbling," someone with a gruff voice chortled. "Ain't no man nor woman on this boat didn'a spend they first ni' tied to the mast. Consider this yer initiation, if yeh will." The only thing left to do was actually tie him to the mast. Pyre, I'm not trying to GM you here, I'm writing around you possible reactions, so that you have the opportunity to respond how ever you want and almost anything -short of killing one of them- will fit in with the hazing. You can do a time jump at the end of your next post, straight to morning and I'll rejoin you as Harold or Cait and get you down from there. Levi Küper, you're welcome to rejoin after the time skip too.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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