Eirunn gives a faint smile when Roghnark takes a seat next to her, but she doesn't take her eyes of the ship, her face still thoughtful.
"I think something in the Old Tongue would be appropriate," she responds slowly. "You know, to make it sound more like the grand ships in the old sagas and stories? I think I'm leaning towards Sjoheim, since it's going to basically be our home at sea." She finally turns to meet her guardian's gaze. "What do you think?"
After a bit of research on Viking ship naming conventions, I found that most early ship names were named for animals and later ships were often named for Catholic saints, but throughout their history there would always be at least a few more abstract compound names like this one, so that's the form I like since it gives it a bit more of a timeless feel. For "Sjoheim" itself, the "sjo" element is Icelandic for "sea," while "heim" is Icelandic for "home."
((Yes, I'm THAT kind of player. I love the little details.)) =)
You (Eirunn and Roghnark) hear hurried footsteps, and in a moment Hermes the half-elf is standing in front of you, slightly out of breath. His pale face is flushed, and his blue eyes look up at you.
"I'm not late, am I? We're going to name the boat, right? I...thought of a really neat name, though we don't have to use it, if you don't want," Hermes says all in a rush, pulling a slip of paper from his plainclothes' pocket.
"The Fairminded-" he reads before a gust of wind knocks the paper from his grasp.
"Oh, no!" Hermes cries, clutching his tousled black hair. Suddenly remembering himself, he gestures carefully. A spectral hand appears,snatching the paper and returning it to Hermes' hands.
"The Fairminded, Really Interesting, Eclectic and Never Dastardly Sea-travelers!"Hermes reads with pride.
"And, if you put the first letter of each word together, it spells 'Friends!' Well, what do you think?" Hermes asks, looking at you with sudden nervousness. Sometimes you could swear he was younger than he really is.
I realize Hermes is "a little" ridiculous. Please give him time to mature.
The sun begins to crest the top of the mountains, the fog slowly burning away in first days light. two more have yet to arrive the anchor should be delivered in the next hour or so.
(( Going to wait till everyone has posted for roleplayed before I post to continue the story if they have not posted 16 hours of this post, their absence will become part of the story ))
Eirunn gives Hermes a bit of an incredulous look as he explains his name idea, but only for the briefest of moments before composing herself and presenting her usual warily distant expression.
"It's...an interesting idea, sure, but it doesn't sound quite right for a ship." She turns back to look at the nearly complete vessel, and her voice becomes slightly more detached and philosophical. "A ship should have its own name, something to help shape and define it; not some abbreviated phrase about the people crewing it."
Eirunn hesitates a moment before responding, unused to being asked her opinion by anyone other than Roghnark. She knew Hermes was going to be in this group, but doesn't know him well at all, since she tended to avoid the villagers as much as they tended to avoid her. She nervously fingers one of the braids in her shoulder-length chestnut hair.
"I think we should name it in the Old Tongue, since that's what you frequently see in the sagas and stories. I was thinking Sjoheim, which means 'sea home,' since that's basically what it will be for us."
As she speaks, she doesn't look at Hermes, but continues to stare at the ship.
"That sounds like a great idea! Aye, even the legends of Zhone are in the Old Tongue originally,"he says, smiling. Even those who have only met Hermes once or twice have heard something about Zhone, the "legendary hero" that Hermes has apparently read all about in his grandmother's bookstore.
In the wake of fast fading fog a familiar figure can be seen rising up from the depths of the sea. A silent approach at first, but soon enough the sound of cascading water off as more of the figure surface might catch attention to any not already facing the great blue. As was the way of the triton, Zalza doesn't offer much in the way of words in greeting.
But to each that first regard him both before and after he finds his own rock to sit upon, a weary smile and simple nod. Immediately after, it is straight-work undoing the small net bound to the quarterstaff he always carried, and digging out still wriggling catches.
"... So, have you all decided on that-" He makes brief off-handed swirling motion. "-ship naming thing?"
Eirunn returns Zalza's greeting with a wary nod of her own, though a return smile is not forthcoming. Something about the fish-man who lives down in the fjord itself has always unnerved her, and seeing him come up out of the water does little to settle those nerves.
Time passes as the fog finally is gone and the air starts to warm as the sun rays start to dance off the water near you. a soft noise can be heard of singing in a deep gruff voice, the rhythm of the song following the clacking noise of horse and cart as they draw ever closer to you all. a deep dwarven voice is singing an old dwarven song (( those of you that know dwarven click the spoiler ))
" Þar var Móðsognir mæztr um orðinn
dverga allra, en Durinn annarr;
þeir mannlíkun mörg um görðu
dvergar í jörðu, sem Durinn sagði. "
There was Motsognir | the mightiest made
Of all the dwarfs, | and Durin next;
Many a likeness | of men they made,
The dwarfs in the earth, | as Durin said.
He stops singing the song before the next verse and pulls the cart to a stop looking down at all of you with a smile being able to be seen from under his unkempt beard. Kort reaches back grabbing the tarp and pulls it away in a swift motion to show the anchor he just finished for you, complete with engravings for protection on the sea and blessing for Thor and Odin. "You be wantin' an anchor?" he says in the common tongue. Looking around he tilts his head to the side "Missin someone, did he oversleep again?" he lets out a long sigh flapping his lips near the end. "well let's get this put on, then we can see whats takin that youngin so long to get here". Kort Climbs down grabbing the anchor that must weigh near 200 lbs and walks it over to the boat he starts to attach it to the chain he already made for the ship.
While Eirunn isn't as strong as Kort, she isn't a slouch either, so she moves forward to assist him in any way he needs. She does keep a polite distance between them however when she's not actively doing something he requests.
((Argh...that spoiler button is SO tempting to click, but Eirunn only knows Common and Celestial...)) =(
Roghnark is at the roadside as soon as he heard the voice of the dwarf signing it's song. He greets the dwarf with a strong tap on his shoulder and helps him with the anchor and the chain in their longship.
"Probably he spent the night drinking mead to celebrate... " says the cleric talking about his absent friend.
Zalzas is slow to even respond to the arrival of the Kort, having been otherwise occupied between savoring every bite into raw fish, and... other thoughts if the distant look about him.
"Mmmggh... hmmm~ Now there'z a thought, heraldson." Zalzas comments idly in-between chewing of another raw fish. In hearing the chain shift, the triton blinks owlishly, and then turns to look. "O-oh dear! Mr. Kort, Yer already here! H-ho-hold on! I'll be over in jus'n -- Hrrnngk!" Zalzas couldn't have made it more than half-way out of his seat before falling back on it, rubbing at his lower back,. "Goddess... flipp'n..." He trails off there into largely familiar but indistinct grumbles.
((Heh. I feel ya Neo.))
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The loud clunking of metal against this new born ship sparks a stirring of motion on the ship. Startled by the noise, Leo falls from the ledge of the ship, where he lay with both arms dangling down in a sloth-like slumber. Now sitting on the deck with both legs outstretched and his back against the wood, Leo flips his head up in an attempt to remove his long dreaded hair from his vision. Although his body is awake, his mind has yet to follow and in a dazed and dreaming state he yells, “I DIDN’T EAT THE PINEAPPLES MRS. HAGKNOT”.
As if his own yelling woke him up, Leo looks left and right with a hungover glaze. He rises to his feet and stretches his arms wide and high. He glances at his friends below and as he rubs his eyes clear says, “Oh.. Goodmorning everybody. When did you guys get here?”
Eirunn gives a faint smile when Roghnark takes a seat next to her, but she doesn't take her eyes of the ship, her face still thoughtful.
"I think something in the Old Tongue would be appropriate," she responds slowly. "You know, to make it sound more like the grand ships in the old sagas and stories? I think I'm leaning towards Sjoheim, since it's going to basically be our home at sea." She finally turns to meet her guardian's gaze. "What do you think?"
After a bit of research on Viking ship naming conventions, I found that most early ship names were named for animals and later ships were often named for Catholic saints, but throughout their history there would always be at least a few more abstract compound names like this one, so that's the form I like since it gives it a bit more of a timeless feel. For "Sjoheim" itself, the "sjo" element is Icelandic for "sea," while "heim" is Icelandic for "home."
((Yes, I'm THAT kind of player. I love the little details.)) =)
You (Eirunn and Roghnark) hear hurried footsteps, and in a moment Hermes the half-elf is standing in front of you, slightly out of breath. His pale face is flushed, and his blue eyes look up at you.
"I'm not late, am I? We're going to name the boat, right? I...thought of a really neat name, though we don't have to use it, if you don't want," Hermes says all in a rush, pulling a slip of paper from his plainclothes' pocket.
"The Fairminded-" he reads before a gust of wind knocks the paper from his grasp.
"Oh, no!" Hermes cries, clutching his tousled black hair. Suddenly remembering himself, he gestures carefully. A spectral hand appears,snatching the paper and returning it to Hermes' hands.
"The Fairminded, Really Interesting, Eclectic and Never Dastardly Sea-travelers!" Hermes reads with pride.
"And, if you put the first letter of each word together, it spells 'Friends!' Well, what do you think?" Hermes asks, looking at you with sudden nervousness. Sometimes you could swear he was younger than he really is.
I realize Hermes is "a little" ridiculous. Please give him time to mature.
And that's all I have to say about that.
The cleric smiles at the half-elf troubles with thje piece of paper.
“I like the idea behind your reasoning Hermes, but I like more Eirunn’s idea. Let’s see what the others say... “
PbP Character: A few ;)
The sun begins to crest the top of the mountains, the fog slowly burning away in first days light. two more have yet to arrive the anchor should be delivered in the next hour or so.
(( Going to wait till everyone has posted for roleplayed before I post to continue the story if they have not posted 16 hours of this post, their absence will become part of the story ))
Eirunn gives Hermes a bit of an incredulous look as he explains his name idea, but only for the briefest of moments before composing herself and presenting her usual warily distant expression.
"It's...an interesting idea, sure, but it doesn't sound quite right for a ship." She turns back to look at the nearly complete vessel, and her voice becomes slightly more detached and philosophical. "A ship should have its own name, something to help shape and define it; not some abbreviated phrase about the people crewing it."
Hermes nods, frowning as he slides the slip of paper back into his belt.
"That makes sense, I suppose. Hey, what was your idea, Eirunn, and you, Roghnark?"
And that's all I have to say about that.
Eirunn hesitates a moment before responding, unused to being asked her opinion by anyone other than Roghnark. She knew Hermes was going to be in this group, but doesn't know him well at all, since she tended to avoid the villagers as much as they tended to avoid her. She nervously fingers one of the braids in her shoulder-length chestnut hair.
"I think we should name it in the Old Tongue, since that's what you frequently see in the sagas and stories. I was thinking Sjoheim, which means 'sea home,' since that's basically what it will be for us."
As she speaks, she doesn't look at Hermes, but continues to stare at the ship.
Hermes' dark eyes widen.
"That sounds like a great idea! Aye, even the legends of Zhone are in the Old Tongue originally," he says, smiling. Even those who have only met Hermes once or twice have heard something about Zhone, the "legendary hero" that Hermes has apparently read all about in his grandmother's bookstore.
And that's all I have to say about that.
In the wake of fast fading fog a familiar figure can be seen rising up from the depths of the sea. A silent approach at first, but soon enough the sound of cascading water off as more of the figure surface might catch attention to any not already facing the great blue. As was the way of the triton, Zalza doesn't offer much in the way of words in greeting.
But to each that first regard him both before and after he finds his own rock to sit upon, a weary smile and simple nod. Immediately after, it is straight-work undoing the small net bound to the quarterstaff he always carried, and digging out still wriggling catches.
"... So, have you all decided on that-" He makes brief off-handed swirling motion. "-ship naming thing?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
“Well, Leilani is still to arrive “ says the bearded cleric “ but I think that Eirunn’s idea is going to stick. Sjoheim. “
He looks towards the place where the smith should be coming with their anchor.
“Perhaps I should have gone to his place and help him” he says in low voice but his friends can hear him.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Eirunn returns Zalza's greeting with a wary nod of her own, though a return smile is not forthcoming. Something about the fish-man who lives down in the fjord itself has always unnerved her, and seeing him come up out of the water does little to settle those nerves.
Hermes gives Zalsa a friendly wave. The triton has always been rather fascinating to him.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Time passes as the fog finally is gone and the air starts to warm as the sun rays start to dance off the water near you. a soft noise can be heard of singing in a deep gruff voice, the rhythm of the song following the clacking noise of horse and cart as they draw ever closer to you all. a deep dwarven voice is singing an old dwarven song (( those of you that know dwarven click the spoiler ))
He stops singing the song before the next verse and pulls the cart to a stop looking down at all of you with a smile being able to be seen from under his unkempt beard. Kort reaches back grabbing the tarp and pulls it away in a swift motion to show the anchor he just finished for you, complete with engravings for protection on the sea and blessing for Thor and Odin. "You be wantin' an anchor?" he says in the common tongue. Looking around he tilts his head to the side "Missin someone, did he oversleep again?" he lets out a long sigh flapping his lips near the end. "well let's get this put on, then we can see whats takin that youngin so long to get here". Kort Climbs down grabbing the anchor that must weigh near 200 lbs and walks it over to the boat he starts to attach it to the chain he already made for the ship.
While Eirunn isn't as strong as Kort, she isn't a slouch either, so she moves forward to assist him in any way he needs. She does keep a polite distance between them however when she's not actively doing something he requests.
((Argh...that spoiler button is SO tempting to click, but Eirunn only knows Common and Celestial...)) =(
Hermes, both short and slight, is of little use here. Knowing as much, he steps back so as not to get in the way.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Roghnark is at the roadside as soon as he heard the voice of the dwarf signing it's song. He greets the dwarf with a strong tap on his shoulder and helps him with the anchor and the chain in their longship.
"Probably he spent the night drinking mead to celebrate... " says the cleric talking about his absent friend.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Zalzas is slow to even respond to the arrival of the Kort, having been otherwise occupied between savoring every bite into raw fish, and... other thoughts if the distant look about him.
"Mmmggh... hmmm~ Now there'z a thought, heraldson." Zalzas comments idly in-between chewing of another raw fish. In hearing the chain shift, the triton blinks owlishly, and then turns to look. "O-oh dear! Mr. Kort, Yer already here! H-ho-hold on! I'll be over in jus'n -- Hrrnngk!" Zalzas couldn't have made it more than half-way out of his seat before falling back on it, rubbing at his lower back,. "Goddess... flipp'n..." He trails off there into largely familiar but indistinct grumbles.
((Heh. I feel ya Neo.))
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The loud clunking of metal against this new born ship sparks a stirring of motion on the ship. Startled by the noise, Leo falls from the ledge of the ship, where he lay with both arms dangling down in a sloth-like slumber. Now sitting on the deck with both legs outstretched and his back against the wood, Leo flips his head up in an attempt to remove his long dreaded hair from his vision. Although his body is awake, his mind has yet to follow and in a dazed and dreaming state he yells, “I DIDN’T EAT THE PINEAPPLES MRS. HAGKNOT”.
As if his own yelling woke him up, Leo looks left and right with a hungover glaze. He rises to his feet and stretches his arms wide and high. He glances at his friends below and as he rubs his eyes clear says, “Oh.. Goodmorning everybody. When did you guys get here?”
Raising his gaze from the anchor and the effort they are making at Leo’s call he just start to laugh.
”You are incorregible lad. Go there and take the ropes to lift it!”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Hermes waves at Leo, smiling.
And that's all I have to say about that.