As she watches Roghnark go through his christening ritual, Eirunn can't help holding her breath. She finally releases it when Sjoheim meets the water for the first time, and then she's immediately rushing towards it. She plows through the first couple feet of water before leaping and clambering aboard, a broad smile on her face.
"Well, she floats well!" she calls back to whoever is still on shore after brief moment, then she proceeds to walk the length of the ship to assess its condition. The oars secured to the sides with their loops of heavy rope. The sea chests that would serve as both their primary storage and their seats for rowing. The mast and woven sail, both of which were currently lowered, and the sturdy mast step that they would both rest in while erected. All of it looked perfect to her eager and admittedly unpracticed eye.
((Btw, technically Ceremony takes an hour to cast, but since you're just using it for the RP and not actually trying to get a particular benefit out of it, I don't think we need to worry about that too much. Unless the DM says otherwise.))
Smiling broadly, Zalsas stands a little straighter during the ceremony. His spirits for the first time in two years seeming to be truly free from an unspoken shadow. Even the faint glow of the runes etched into the surface of his blackwood quarterstaff fails to elicit the usual immediate look out of the triton. At the clap of thunder he gives both Hermes shoulder and the staff in hand a tighter squeeze before letting the former go altogether.
"That she does, laskura!" Zalsa calls back, smiling more toothily now. While Hermes raced ahead to happily begin clambering up its side, Zalsas makes his way over to Kort. Planting first the quarterstaff deep into the sand, he places a hand over his collarbone, kneels to one knee, and bows his head. "For all you've done for us, and all you may yet do. On behalf of both myself and my companions, this old shark thanks you Mr. Kurt." He states formerly; only rising again after being acknowledge to being making his way to the ship.
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Roghnark puts his hand over the shoulder of the dwarf
“Indeed. Thank you my friend. It’s apity that you can’t come with us and enjoy what is your creation as it us our. Let us take you to the village at least. Then you will be in her first trip.”
Kort Nods before tromping onto into the water, climbing up onto the ship with more ease then a squat dwarf should be able too "So what do ya plan' on doin' with her?" he asks with a longing gaze out to sea for a moment before he looks you all over.
The Trip to town does not take long on foot about ten minutes, and with a small wind that is gathering at the moment it wont be to bad to get to town now the trip wont take much more then 20 minutes if the wind keeps favoring you! (Thor is pleased and is granting you a good tail wind to speed your travels to the Jarl)
The town can be seen as soon as you all round the edge of the cove. mostly on the flat area near the shore, there is a few houses of the more well to do on the side of the slowly raising mountain. The Jarls home, and set where he is to be found is the highest and largest of the houses on the hill. Smoke can be seen from chimneys as people are starting there day, a few people out getting things ready. There is dock space for about 20 ships and 17 are at docks now being loaded up to leave in two days time when the sailing season starts.
Eirunn just takes some time breathing in the sea air as she assists with the necessary rowing. Feeling Sjoheim sway gently beneath her due to the motion of the waves in these reasonably shallow waters is oddly comforting to her, and she can certainly imagined being lulled to sleep by it in the coming nights.
Zalsas swiftly follows suite after the dwarf, finding himself just at ease if not more so climbing aboard from the water. It's only after the ship picks up a steady pace the old triton gets caught up a nervous habit of checking the rigging just one last time before being of any real assistance on the ship. "*whew*... I'm sorry. You were saying... Oh! Ohhh... Hmmmm... Well, I recall -- /If/ memory serves me right for once, we all had our various reasons, dear dwarf. BUT, suffice it to say, first order of business may very well depend on the Jarl soon enough." Zalsas intones in an absent-minded fashion. Afterwards, he loses himself to the work.
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Whilst everyone is preparing to dock, Leo is lounging at the front of the boat with his feet propped up.
"Ya know.. I'm not one for 'planning'.. ", he begins as he throws up air quotes with his fingers, "but where exactly are we heading after this? What are we going to tell the big man?
Leo sits up now, glancing at each of his crew mates looking for a response before finally turning to the open sea. Surveying the open water opposite of town, he points his finger as if he's chosen the perfect direction.
It takes a bit of awhile, but Leo's words do sink into the Triton's head; drawing him from the usual single-minded focus on the task at hand. He looks first to the direction the druid points off to, and then back to the young man with a weary but dirty look.
"Hmph! Patience, Mr. Leo. Patience. Though Thor has shown us a measure of kindness for our boldness thus far. Let us not reward him in turn with such... fickleness." Zalsas admonishes him, wagging his finger. "As I said, there is the first order of business. The Jarl will no doubt not want to waste an opportunity to make use of his more 'free spirited' folk, you see! Though if not, there is always plan... Hermes." At that, Zalsas looks to aforementioned Half-drow with a shark-like grin. Then, he lets out a hearty chuckle.
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"Wait! Why do we need a plan?" he asks, spectral mist forming in his hand.
As Hermes speaks, an illusory marble statue only six inches tall appears in the air in front of Hermes' hand. The statue is of a gnomish knight who wields a glittering shortsword.
"Once Zeone had won the Sword of Many Colors, he decided to set out on his own quest. He went to King Goodheart, and the King asked him what he planned.
'I plan to seek adventure and win glory for this kingdom!' said Zeone. The King was so impressed that he gave Zeone his blessing."
"And there lies there lies the trap, lad. There never make mention of'em in the stories, er... well, not often enough. BUT! A lot goes into a journey then just a few words bein' exchanged. And blessings, well... They can take on alotta forms when royalty in the like get involved." Zalsas conveys solemnly, breaking the slow drift of focus to the docks to regard Hermes. "Now our Jarl now, well... I've only had an audience with'em maybe.... Hmmm... Well, I can't reckon at the moment. A lotta folk here are a little on the, uhhhmmm.... Let's say there sorta like that story about two ships passing in the night?"
The trition pauses to look up to the sky and absent-mindedly tug at his beard. Then, with a nonchalant shrug, looks back to Hermes. "Close enough. Maybe ya notice'm in the moment. Or maybe the moon's not out that evening, sooo you don't. Or maybe, you do and share a moment with them before continuing your separate journeys? Either way, they are but moments compared to folk like ourselves--" He gestures between himself and Hermes. "--and Mr. Kort, who are the night itself. A new dawn comes for us eventually. But that eventually mine as well be an eternity compared to a moment." Zalsas finishes by giving Hermes a studious look."Now Mr. Leo. If you do would be so kind as to... get. off. your. ASS. And help out, I promise to make sure to double the bounty of your breakfast."
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“Not much of a planners are we eh?” Says the cleric with his hair and beard wet due to the splashing water.
“I say that we could sail all the way to Ekeby wit some wood and pelts from here and see if they are interested in some trade. Then we could sail to An-chi, in Xaglon, and see what that land has to offer. Trade, adventure or plunder. “ he look at some of his companions and the expresion on their faces. “What. Hadn’t you took a look to our maps?”He laughs.
“But for the moment let’s see what our earl has to say about us having our own longship and taking good and young men out to the wildereness in search of adventures and riches.”
The others can easily see that he was enjoying the moment. It was quite a time since he last set sails and this time it was in his own ship.
"I agree with Roghnark," Eirunn speaks up from her rowing position. "Unless the Jarl already has something in mind for us, then I think getting our feet wet on a simple trade expedition might be the best idea."
"Hnn, Xalgon is cutting it close, but... so long as we don't sail south of there to Pravia territory -- at least, for the near future, you'll hear no complaints from this old sea bass." Zalsas claims nonchalantly. But anyone looking closely enough might catch the half-smile give way to a grim line as he moved to stand in position to guide the boat into place.
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As the others more or less drift to thought, lose themselves in a task, or break apart for a whispered conversation or two, Zalsas breaks in again. "So! Aside from this whole business of destination and the like -- and assuming all goes well with the Jarl..." Zalsas trails of for a moment into a sigh. "Hard as this may be to hear for some of ya, I hope you all got your affairs in order -- or plan to before we go."He waits to see whose eyes turn to him, and tries to meet each other in turn. "The sea can be a kind mistress, but don't let her fool you. Beyond the fjord and the waters nearby there are terrors waiting to snatch our light.... So, when we leave. Let it be without lingering regrets. For if we should return to this place, it may be for not quite some time."
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As she watches Roghnark go through his christening ritual, Eirunn can't help holding her breath. She finally releases it when Sjoheim meets the water for the first time, and then she's immediately rushing towards it. She plows through the first couple feet of water before leaping and clambering aboard, a broad smile on her face.
"Well, she floats well!" she calls back to whoever is still on shore after brief moment, then she proceeds to walk the length of the ship to assess its condition. The oars secured to the sides with their loops of heavy rope. The sea chests that would serve as both their primary storage and their seats for rowing. The mast and woven sail, both of which were currently lowered, and the sturdy mast step that they would both rest in while erected. All of it looked perfect to her eager and admittedly unpracticed eye.
((Btw, technically Ceremony takes an hour to cast, but since you're just using it for the RP and not actually trying to get a particular benefit out of it, I don't think we need to worry about that too much. Unless the DM says otherwise.))
After Roghnark finishes his ritual, Hermes waves his wand-holding hand, and a large horn appears, emanating a joyful sound. (Minor Illusion)
The horn then disappears, and Hermes wades through the water, climbing into the ship with slight difficulty. He eyes the ship happily.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Smiling broadly, Zalsas stands a little straighter during the ceremony. His spirits for the first time in two years seeming to be truly free from an unspoken shadow. Even the faint glow of the runes etched into the surface of his blackwood quarterstaff fails to elicit the usual immediate look out of the triton. At the clap of thunder he gives both Hermes shoulder and the staff in hand a tighter squeeze before letting the former go altogether.
"That she does, laskura!" Zalsa calls back, smiling more toothily now. While Hermes raced ahead to happily begin clambering up its side, Zalsas makes his way over to Kort. Planting first the quarterstaff deep into the sand, he places a hand over his collarbone, kneels to one knee, and bows his head. "For all you've done for us, and all you may yet do. On behalf of both myself and my companions, this old shark thanks you Mr. Kurt." He states formerly; only rising again after being acknowledge to being making his way to the ship.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Roghnark puts his hand over the shoulder of the dwarf
“Indeed. Thank you my friend. It’s apity that you can’t come with us and enjoy what is your creation as it us our. Let us take you to the village at least. Then you will be in her first trip.”
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Kort Nods before tromping onto into the water, climbing up onto the ship with more ease then a squat dwarf should be able too "So what do ya plan' on doin' with her?" he asks with a longing gaze out to sea for a moment before he looks you all over.
The Trip to town does not take long on foot about ten minutes, and with a small wind that is gathering at the moment it wont be to bad to get to town now the trip wont take much more then 20 minutes if the wind keeps favoring you! (Thor is pleased and is granting you a good tail wind to speed your travels to the Jarl)
The town can be seen as soon as you all round the edge of the cove. mostly on the flat area near the shore, there is a few houses of the more well to do on the side of the slowly raising mountain. The Jarls home, and set where he is to be found is the highest and largest of the houses on the hill. Smoke can be seen from chimneys as people are starting there day, a few people out getting things ready. There is dock space for about 20 ships and 17 are at docks now being loaded up to leave in two days time when the sailing season starts.
Eirunn just takes some time breathing in the sea air as she assists with the necessary rowing. Feeling Sjoheim sway gently beneath her due to the motion of the waves in these reasonably shallow waters is oddly comforting to her, and she can certainly imagined being lulled to sleep by it in the coming nights.
Zalsas swiftly follows suite after the dwarf, finding himself just at ease if not more so climbing aboard from the water. It's only after the ship picks up a steady pace the old triton gets caught up a nervous habit of checking the rigging just one last time before being of any real assistance on the ship. "*whew*... I'm sorry. You were saying... Oh! Ohhh... Hmmmm... Well, I recall -- /If/ memory serves me right for once, we all had our various reasons, dear dwarf. BUT, suffice it to say, first order of business may very well depend on the Jarl soon enough." Zalsas intones in an absent-minded fashion. Afterwards, he loses himself to the work.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Whilst everyone is preparing to dock, Leo is lounging at the front of the boat with his feet propped up.
"Ya know.. I'm not one for 'planning'.. ", he begins as he throws up air quotes with his fingers, "but where exactly are we heading after this? What are we going to tell the big man?
Leo sits up now, glancing at each of his crew mates looking for a response before finally turning to the open sea. Surveying the open water opposite of town, he points his finger as if he's chosen the perfect direction.
"How about we go this way?"
It takes a bit of awhile, but Leo's words do sink into the Triton's head; drawing him from the usual single-minded focus on the task at hand. He looks first to the direction the druid points off to, and then back to the young man with a weary but dirty look.
"Hmph! Patience, Mr. Leo. Patience. Though Thor has shown us a measure of kindness for our boldness thus far. Let us not reward him in turn with such... fickleness." Zalsas admonishes him, wagging his finger. "As I said, there is the first order of business. The Jarl will no doubt not want to waste an opportunity to make use of his more 'free spirited' folk, you see! Though if not, there is always plan... Hermes." At that, Zalsas looks to aforementioned Half-drow with a shark-like grin. Then, he lets out a hearty chuckle.
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Hermes, who has been staring off into the distance from his seated position, turns at his name, grinning.
"What's that? I don't have any plans."
And that's all I have to say about that.
Hermes then opens his dark blue eyes wide.
"Wait! Why do we need a plan?" he asks, spectral mist forming in his hand.
As Hermes speaks, an illusory marble statue only six inches tall appears in the air in front of Hermes' hand. The statue is of a gnomish knight who wields a glittering shortsword.
"Once Zeone had won the Sword of Many Colors, he decided to set out on his own quest. He went to King Goodheart, and the King asked him what he planned.
'I plan to seek adventure and win glory for this kingdom!' said Zeone. The King was so impressed that he gave Zeone his blessing."
And that's all I have to say about that.
"And there lies there lies the trap, lad. There never make mention of'em in the stories, er... well, not often enough. BUT! A lot goes into a journey then just a few words bein' exchanged. And blessings, well... They can take on alotta forms when royalty in the like get involved." Zalsas conveys solemnly, breaking the slow drift of focus to the docks to regard Hermes. "Now our Jarl now, well... I've only had an audience with'em maybe.... Hmmm... Well, I can't reckon at the moment. A lotta folk here are a little on the, uhhhmmm.... Let's say there sorta like that story about two ships passing in the night?"
The trition pauses to look up to the sky and absent-mindedly tug at his beard. Then, with a nonchalant shrug, looks back to Hermes. "Close enough. Maybe ya notice'm in the moment. Or maybe the moon's not out that evening, sooo you don't. Or maybe, you do and share a moment with them before continuing your separate journeys? Either way, they are but moments compared to folk like ourselves--" He gestures between himself and Hermes. "--and Mr. Kort, who are the night itself. A new dawn comes for us eventually. But that eventually mine as well be an eternity compared to a moment." Zalsas finishes by giving Hermes a studious look."Now Mr. Leo. If you do would be so kind as to... get. off. your. ASS. And help out, I promise to make sure to double the bounty of your breakfast."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
“Not much of a planners are we eh?” Says the cleric with his hair and beard wet due to the splashing water.
“I say that we could sail all the way to Ekeby wit some wood and pelts from here and see if they are interested in some trade. Then we could sail to An-chi, in Xaglon, and see what that land has to offer. Trade, adventure or plunder. “ he look at some of his companions and the expresion on their faces. “What. Hadn’t you took a look to our maps?” He laughs.
“But for the moment let’s see what our earl has to say about us having our own longship and taking good and young men out to the wildereness in search of adventures and riches.”
The others can easily see that he was enjoying the moment. It was quite a time since he last set sails and this time it was in his own ship.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"I agree with Roghnark," Eirunn speaks up from her rowing position. "Unless the Jarl already has something in mind for us, then I think getting our feet wet on a simple trade expedition might be the best idea."
Hermes nods, looking just a little disappointed.
And that's all I have to say about that.
"Hnn, Xalgon is cutting it close, but... so long as we don't sail south of there to Pravia territory -- at least, for the near future, you'll hear no complaints from this old sea bass." Zalsas claims nonchalantly. But anyone looking closely enough might catch the half-smile give way to a grim line as he moved to stand in position to guide the boat into place.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
As the others more or less drift to thought, lose themselves in a task, or break apart for a whispered conversation or two, Zalsas breaks in again. "So! Aside from this whole business of destination and the like -- and assuming all goes well with the Jarl..." Zalsas trails of for a moment into a sigh. "Hard as this may be to hear for some of ya, I hope you all got your affairs in order -- or plan to before we go." He waits to see whose eyes turn to him, and tries to meet each other in turn. "The sea can be a kind mistress, but don't let her fool you. Beyond the fjord and the waters nearby there are terrors waiting to snatch our light.... So, when we leave. Let it be without lingering regrets. For if we should return to this place, it may be for not quite some time."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
“For all right are your words we cannot let those gri thoughts darken our moods. Thor is pleased and he will provide good tides and gentle winds..”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Eirun responds to Zalzas's words with little more than a nod. Of the entire group, she was likely the one with the least regrets to leave behind.
Hermes gulps. He's not sure whether he has any regrets.
And that's all I have to say about that.