((Pretty sure you mean "Hermes waves at Leo, smiling." Not Trilliam.))
When she hears the shuffling on the deck and Leo's called out greeting, Eirunn just groans once and rolls her eyes, then continues to assist with the anchor.
"You could always ask Zalza for some of his," Eirunn calls over her shoulder without looking at Leo. She's feeling particularly snarky with him this morning since he seems more concerned about breakfast than helping finish the ship.
Forgetting his pain for at least the moment, Zalzas lets out a "Shashashasha! *deep intake* Ahhhn~... this boy here." He flashes a shark-like grin up at Leo. "Ya heard the cap'n. Best hop to it lad! You'll get to break yer fast soon enough. Ya have my word the catch'll keep 'till then. That reminds me-..." After gingerly setting aside his staff, he lays out the bundle of remaining fish and claps his hands once over them.
"Koue is die leemte"
As the almost reverent, deep, and guttural words rolled of his tongue, a light blue mist seeps out of the catch and appears to be absorbed into webbed hands for a few seconds before fading back out of existence.
((Couldn't find a good translator for primordial, so some may be made up as I go along. However, I'll try to stay consistent.))
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((Shoot. My bad. He casted Prestidigitation. And went w/ making the an "object" cold for 1 hour option under it. The fishes being dead by this point.))
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((That is a good question. Longships could vary in size quite a bit. On a similar note...even smaller longships required a decent number of rowers. Not sure how our little party of five is going to handle that...))
Kort pops his head up looking down at his handy work, "well that be that" he says with a satisfying nod towards the work of installing the anchor. He looks up at your all his eyes lingering on each of you for a time "what are you going to name her"?
(( Neo, that is one of the things you will have to figure out, however there is always people in town that are looking for work during the sailing season, however until your tried and tested you wont be able to get many veterans to the sea. ))
Zalsas looks up, having just finished absent-mindedly meticulously bundling back up the fish, and furrows bushy sea-green brows at Kort for a second. Then, he looks over the others himself before fixing Eirunn with an expectant look. "Well lass? I've heard no objection thus far... 'less--" He glances back over to where he last saw Leo. "Mr. Blu would like to make one last suggestion? Tho'... frankly speak'n... We may be getting a bit ahead of 'erselves..." He trails off there, and absently begins tugging at his thick, scraggly beard that no one could be certain if it was naturally deeply green, or just filled that much algae and the like.
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As Zalsas glances back at Leo, he sees that his attention has been stolen by that of the morning sun shining across the waves. In a state of awe Leo has completely disregarded Zalsas’ question. Leo has always been fascinated by the symmetry of the ocean and the ritual of the sun; rising and falling everyday. He often wondered how the sun could stick to such a boring schedule.
((KA, we still need to know how big the ship is, and at least a general idea of how many people it will take to crew.))
Eirunn look around nervously at the amount of attention that seems to be directed her way. For a moment it looks like she isn't going to say anything, but with a slight shake of her head she stands up just a little bit straighter.
"My suggestion is that we name her Sjoheim, our home at sea. Is anyone opposed to that?"
Waiting on the DM clarifiying I take that we own a Karve ( or Karvi) type. It was the smallest of the longships of the vikings. They used to vary lenght between 6 to 16 row benches. I am no sailor, but I think that we can asume that we could man a ship with 8 row benches and the central pole for the sail. So we would be talking of a ship of approximately 37.5 feet (12 meters) lenght, 8 feet wide ( 2 meters) and only 1.6 ft draught ( 0,5 meters) that allow it to be beached and possibly carried.
They were the most multiporpouse ships, used for transport, both of supplies and men, and tipically owned by farmers that were railled by their kings when tehy needed.
If this is what we were able to construct for ourselves, we could easily manage to sail it without any more aid, or we could hire a couple of sailors to help us and make it more easy.
Please, remember that I am taking assumptions here of what we got in our hands, and the DM will correct me as needed. :)
Waiting on the DM clarifiying I take that we own a Karve ( or Karvi) type. It was the smallest of the longships of the vikings. They used to vary lenght between 6 to 16 row benches. I am no sailor, but I think that we can asume that we could man a ship with 8 row benches and the central pole for the sail. So we would be talking of a ship of approximately 37.5 feet (12 meters) lenght, 8 feet wide ( 2 meters) and only 1.6 ft draught ( 0,5 meters) that allow it to be beached and possibly carried.
They were the most multiporpouse ships, used for transport, both of supplies and men, and tipically owned by farmers that were railled by their kings when tehy needed.
If this is what we were able to construct for ourselves, we could easily manage to sail it without any more aid, or we could hire a couple of sailors to help us and make it more easy.
Please, remember that I am taking assumptions here of what we got in our hands, and the DM will correct me as needed. :)
I likely know less of longships than you, but don't we need 2 men for the sails, 1 to steer, and then several for rowing? There's only 5 of us.
Zalsas frowns up at Leo at first, only to ultimately roll his eyes with a half-hearted smile upon noting the distant look. He looks back in time to Eirunn , perhaps catching a glimpse of hesitation, and so start stop open his mouth to say something. But pauses as she speaks up. Soon after, he "hmphs" and gingerly rises to his feet, takes up the 'walking' stick once more, and meanders over to Hermes side; fully intending to pat the Half-Drow on the shoulder while facing the others.
"Then it is agreed then, aye? Sjoheim, wasn't it? Our little piece of home away from home at our feet to keep the nerves steady as we go... Hmm... I think I'm... yes, I think I"m start'n to finally get it! And all it took is these eighty odd years to figure out why ya land folk are so particular about name'n yer ships."He admits, bobbing his head in a sagely manner before letting amusement boil to the surface as a hearty chuckle.
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“Sjoheim it is!” Says the cleric. After securing the anchor he grabs his hammer and a pot of mead and walks over the piece of wood that, tied to a big rope, is inserted in the weight that keeps the rope tense. Is this rope what is keeping the boat in the wooden structure that leads to the water and where the friends had finished working in his ship. The rope makes a triangle going from the position of the weight in front of the ship towards a reforced with wood and iron tree, where it bends toward the ship, crosses it in two points, goes to a similar tree at the other side and comes back to the weight. A couple of auxiliar ropes help keeping the ship in place.
He stands in front of the weight and opening his arms he yells.
”THOR!! HEAR OUR CALL. WE OFFER YOU THIS SHIP ANS CALL IT SOJHEIM!!! GUIDE IT TO SAFE PORT.LET US TRAVEL AND FIGHT AND PLUNDER AND GUIDE US TO A GOOD DEATH AND LET US JOIN YOU IN VALHALLA!! “
He then throws and crashes the mead pit against the hull and, welding his hammer with two hands he strikes the piece of wood that kept the rope in place.
¡¡THOOR!!
He screams. As he hits the wood a loudly thunder is heard in the little beach, almost making the rest fall of his feet. The rope then flies away, falling to the pines at one side. With another crack the auxiliar ropes, unable to sustain the weight of the longship, snaps and Sjoheim goes back in the wooden structure and entered the water. The longship moved from one side to another but finally rest floating in the little beach, moving at the rithm of the waves itself had provoked entering in the fjords waters.
He laughs
”HAHAHAHA Yes!! Go for it you little rascals!! Board it before it drifts away. Thor is pleased!! Let’s go to see the earl!
[spoiler] He Cast Ceremony and Thuderwave as part of it.[/spoiler]
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((Pretty sure you mean "Hermes waves at Leo, smiling." Not Trilliam.))
When she hears the shuffling on the deck and Leo's called out greeting, Eirunn just groans once and rolls her eyes, then continues to assist with the anchor.
Leo shakes off the last bit of sleep from his limbs and throws a thumbs-up towards Roghnark as he walks to assist Kort.
"Mornin' old timer. Did you bring me breakfast?"
"You could always ask Zalza for some of his," Eirunn calls over her shoulder without looking at Leo. She's feeling particularly snarky with him this morning since he seems more concerned about breakfast than helping finish the ship.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Forgetting his pain for at least the moment, Zalzas lets out a "Shashashasha! *deep intake* Ahhhn~... this boy here." He flashes a shark-like grin up at Leo. "Ya heard the cap'n. Best hop to it lad! You'll get to break yer fast soon enough. Ya have my word the catch'll keep 'till then. That reminds me-..." After gingerly setting aside his staff, he lays out the bundle of remaining fish and claps his hands once over them.
"Koue is die leemte"
As the almost reverent, deep, and guttural words rolled of his tongue, a light blue mist seeps out of the catch and appears to be absorbed into webbed hands for a few seconds before fading back out of existence.
((Couldn't find a good translator for primordial, so some may be made up as I go along. However, I'll try to stay consistent.))
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
((Umm...what exactly did Zalzas just cast?))
((Shoot. My bad. He casted Prestidigitation. And went w/ making the an "object" cold for 1 hour option under it. The fishes being dead by this point.))
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
((Gotcha, that makes sense. Thanks for clarifying.))
((Just for clarification, can we get an idea of how big our boat is))
((That is a good question. Longships could vary in size quite a bit. On a similar note...even smaller longships required a decent number of rowers. Not sure how our little party of five is going to handle that...))
Kort pops his head up looking down at his handy work, "well that be that" he says with a satisfying nod towards the work of installing the anchor. He looks up at your all his eyes lingering on each of you for a time "what are you going to name her"?
(( Neo, that is one of the things you will have to figure out, however there is always people in town that are looking for work during the sailing season, however until your tried and tested you wont be able to get many veterans to the sea. ))
Zalsas looks up, having just finished absent-mindedly meticulously bundling back up the fish, and furrows bushy sea-green brows at Kort for a second. Then, he looks over the others himself before fixing Eirunn with an expectant look. "Well lass? I've heard no objection thus far... 'less--" He glances back over to where he last saw Leo. "Mr. Blu would like to make one last suggestion? Tho'... frankly speak'n... We may be getting a bit ahead of 'erselves..." He trails off there, and absently begins tugging at his thick, scraggly beard that no one could be certain if it was naturally deeply green, or just filled that much algae and the like.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
As Zalsas glances back at Leo, he sees that his attention has been stolen by that of the morning sun shining across the waves. In a state of awe Leo has completely disregarded Zalsas’ question. Leo has always been fascinated by the symmetry of the ocean and the ritual of the sun; rising and falling everyday. He often wondered how the sun could stick to such a boring schedule.
((KA, we still need to know how big the ship is, and at least a general idea of how many people it will take to crew.))
Eirunn look around nervously at the amount of attention that seems to be directed her way. For a moment it looks like she isn't going to say anything, but with a slight shake of her head she stands up just a little bit straighter.
"My suggestion is that we name her Sjoheim, our home at sea. Is anyone opposed to that?"
Hermes shakes his head, discreetly shredding the small slip of paper he carries.
"Sounds good to me!"
And that's all I have to say about that.
Waiting on the DM clarifiying I take that we own a Karve ( or Karvi) type. It was the smallest of the longships of the vikings. They used to vary lenght between 6 to 16 row benches. I am no sailor, but I think that we can asume that we could man a ship with 8 row benches and the central pole for the sail. So we would be talking of a ship of approximately 37.5 feet (12 meters) lenght, 8 feet wide ( 2 meters) and only 1.6 ft draught ( 0,5 meters) that allow it to be beached and possibly carried.
They were the most multiporpouse ships, used for transport, both of supplies and men, and tipically owned by farmers that were railled by their kings when tehy needed.
If this is what we were able to construct for ourselves, we could easily manage to sail it without any more aid, or we could hire a couple of sailors to help us and make it more easy.
Please, remember that I am taking assumptions here of what we got in our hands, and the DM will correct me as needed. :)
PbP Character: A few ;)
I likely know less of longships than you, but don't we need 2 men for the sails, 1 to steer, and then several for rowing? There's only 5 of us.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Zalsas frowns up at Leo at first, only to ultimately roll his eyes with a half-hearted smile upon noting the distant look. He looks back in time to Eirunn , perhaps catching a glimpse of hesitation, and so start stop open his mouth to say something. But pauses as she speaks up. Soon after, he "hmphs" and gingerly rises to his feet, takes up the 'walking' stick once more, and meanders over to Hermes side; fully intending to pat the Half-Drow on the shoulder while facing the others.
"Then it is agreed then, aye? Sjoheim, wasn't it? Our little piece of home away from home at our feet to keep the nerves steady as we go... Hmm... I think I'm... yes, I think I"m start'n to finally get it! And all it took is these eighty odd years to figure out why ya land folk are so particular about name'n yer ships." He admits, bobbing his head in a sagely manner before letting amusement boil to the surface as a hearty chuckle.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Hermes twitches in surprise at the wet hand on his shoulder, but grins (up?) at Zalsas.
And that's all I have to say about that.
“Sjoheim it is!” Says the cleric. After securing the anchor he grabs his hammer and a pot of mead and walks over the piece of wood that, tied to a big rope, is inserted in the weight that keeps the rope tense. Is this rope what is keeping the boat in the wooden structure that leads to the water and where the friends had finished working in his ship. The rope makes a triangle going from the position of the weight in front of the ship towards a reforced with wood and iron tree, where it bends toward the ship, crosses it in two points, goes to a similar tree at the other side and comes back to the weight. A couple of auxiliar ropes help keeping the ship in place.
He stands in front of the weight and opening his arms he yells.
”THOR!! HEAR OUR CALL. WE OFFER YOU THIS SHIP ANS CALL IT SOJHEIM!!! GUIDE IT TO SAFE PORT.LET US TRAVEL AND FIGHT AND PLUNDER AND GUIDE US TO A GOOD DEATH AND LET US JOIN YOU IN VALHALLA!! “
He then throws and crashes the mead pit against the hull and, welding his hammer with two hands he strikes the piece of wood that kept the rope in place.
¡¡THOOR!!
He screams. As he hits the wood a loudly thunder is heard in the little beach, almost making the rest fall of his feet. The rope then flies away, falling to the pines at one side. With another crack the auxiliar ropes, unable to sustain the weight of the longship, snaps and Sjoheim goes back in the wooden structure and entered the water. The longship moved from one side to another but finally rest floating in the little beach, moving at the rithm of the waves itself had provoked entering in the fjords waters.
He laughs
”HAHAHAHA Yes!! Go for it you little rascals!! Board it before it drifts away. Thor is pleased!! Let’s go to see the earl!
[spoiler] He Cast Ceremony and Thuderwave as part of it.[/spoiler]
PbP Character: A few ;)