Dusk tonight, Varet thinks to himself. So soon. Three days ago he'd thought he'd be happy never to see another boat again, having barely survived the ocean's wrath. That's a lie, he chides himself internally; you would have said that to others as a joke, but you'll never put the sea behind you and you know it.
Nursing his ale, he leans against the bar and eyes the group. Shipmates, then, or soon to be. I'm guessing there's some fine stories about how this motley group came together in this tavern on this day, but we maybe want to save those for the coming days - it might be a short journey, but... he trails off and takes a swig of ale. So Terry, what is there to see and do on this island in the hours before dusk?
Scary Terry walks briskly to his taps, pouring extra ales, jotting down some notes on a slip of paper by his tankards. He returns to our rag-tag team with the frothy elixirs in hand, while continuing their conversation in stride. "As I've said, mate, nary a clue I have about ol' Abraham. Said all I'm able, 'fraid," he wistfully trails off, shuttling off another round to some patrons near-abouts the party. "Far as town goes, 'fraid there ain't much here neither. Olga stays around the bend where the lone ol' oak stands, tends to her livestock, which I prepare here with the herbs and spices from traders. Just a passin'-by town, honest. Oh, Mr. Ellaren of course has his office here on account of the thoroughfare from merchants. Full-blood elven man, some sorta big-wig for the Federation. Not too keen on common courtesies, neither, likely on account o' all the trouble he's been havin' with the Philanthropists 'cross the bay there, at that skully-sorta lookin' cave. Other'n that, nothin'. Franz and Gall have houses, but they're at sea oft. Welcome to Port Nevara! Population: basically just this tavern. Figure ye all for travelers, anyhow. Got some gossip from the other isles, though, if ya like to hear it all."
Thrash will turn to the Barkeep and take the free ale from his hand and toss it back, quickly drinking the entire glass before setting it back down. "Thanks friend.. You would know where a man like myself may find a few extra daggers for sale would you?" The large tabaxi will say with a smile. After hearing his reply, Thrash will turn o the group and wipe the head of is beer from his furry mouth before addressing the group. "So we got two half elves, two humans, and one handsome beast... not a bad crew..." Thrash will say before turning his attention to the man who's name he does no know yet. "The names Thrash, and who might you be shipmate?" The tabaxi will say with a large smile extending a large furry clawed hand for a handshake...
"I believe you are correct here Thrash, proper introductions have not been made. I am Alex, I do have proper training 'bout the shipps and water and am quite good at fighting with my hands." As she steps away from the bar to shadow box you see her muscles flex in tight bands of sinew and flesh. If not for the feminine lines to her face and sweet voice you would be hard pressed to tell if she was Male or female. As with most sailors she wears a short sleeved white linen shirt and light brown vest, trousers that are cut off at mid calf, and soft leather soled shoes that look like they could slip off her feet at any time. "And who are the rest of you that I am 'bout to travel with in tight quarters?"
"I'm Seldor. I wouldn't say that I have training when it comes to handling ships, but apparently I was able to sail a boat through the Ship's Harrowing and survive, so I have that going for me. I'm also good with a blade, as I've previously stated.
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Varet Obsten,says Varet as he leans over to offer a handshake to Alex. Ranger, scout, and wanderer. Hunter of fearsome beasts, tropical birds and,he pats his longbow for emphasis, also fish.Anything that needs hunting with a massive harpoon is right up my alley. It will make for a fine adventure and a tale to bore the grandkids to sleep, I reckon.
Varet drinks more ale, and listens as the conversation goes on around him, thinking about how to use his remaining time on the island. I wonder if this 'Mr. Ellaren' is worth a visit; if he's in authority, he might know more about our captain Abraham's comings and goings than ol' Terry here. He mulls this over quietly, considering whether to mention the idea to the others.
Thrash would turn when Alex and Seldor begin to introduce themselves, listening intently to what they have to say with a smile on his face and his back against the bar. "well for myself... I have spent nearly my entire life on ships... sometimes as cargo.. sometime as a member of the crew performing a wide variety of.... tasks... asked of me." The tabaxi will say with a Grin. "While I may be pretty strong, I prefer to fight more with agility and rage than pure strength..." Thrash will say returning the same shadowboxing gesture Alex gave him.
Ever surprised by breakneck speeds at which events and people whirred past them, the warrior's hands clasped together to pull his dishevelled hair back and hopefully keep his own mane in check, though of course a straggler poked out, leaving a singular lock of hair over his forehead, almost reaching his brow. At this point he swore he'd seen the cat-man stretch his hand out to shake someone else's, but by the time he looked the individual was already punching the air, so he was left with no idea who this Thrash character wanted to introduce himself to. Truth be told, at this point in the conversation, any questions he might've had regarding who these people were or why they did what they did were beginning to fade. It looked easier to simply accept what happened at face value and deal with consequences only if and when should they arrive.
"... Ve." - he spoke, believing the chain-mail, shield and longsword he sported to be self-explanatory for the second part of the conversation - "When it comes to seafaring, I've done the odd job, here and there, and have been told I can think on my feet. Though, I suppose that'll be for you to decide in the coming days."
"So wait, ye don't know each other?" Terry replied to the party's conversation, interrupting their introductions. "Coulda sworn you lot were somehow related. Well, 'cept the girl. In that case, I reckon most of you ain't from anywhere near. If work's what y'all're lookin' for, I'd recommend you try the Wareshome, 'bout a day or so sailin' north of here. Merchants in the docks go through all the time, sure one of 'em wouldn't mind bookin' ya passage for a modest fee." Terry disappears mid-sentence into the kitchen, probably to retrieve lunch for a patron. Rising from his table in the corner, an overbearingly large-sized man, in sort of shoddy leather apparel approached the party. His head was clean of all hair, and marred significantly. He wielded a plethora of small weapons holstered at his side, along his legs, and across his chest and back. His fists were raw, rugged, and wrapped in tattered cloth. "Mum wants to see y'all. Before Ellaren. Heard the man say his name. Don't get no ideas." Suddenly, from behind the man stepped another, smaller, more put-together man. He was average-looking, with a red cloth tied around his head and a well-groomed, jet black moustache above his cautious smile. He spoke to the party with a whispered tone. "What my associate here means, friends, is that our commander has taken note of your presence here on Port Nevara, and has a job she wishes to hire a fresh-faced crew for. It involves the head of Trade here, so it's a bit hush-hush." He turns to the large man. "We really ought not be long here, Carl. Best we make haste back."
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"Well, we've already spoken to Captain Abraham about a job and we're supposed to see him at the dusk. But if your commander is able to ensure that we would be well compensated for our labors, then perhaps we can tell the Captain that he'll have to find a new crew. How about 450 gold pieces. Each." Seldor isn't sure that he'll be able to get 450 gold out of these people, but if he can fill his coffers without charging headfirst into a storm to satisfy some old Captain's possibly suicidal quest, then that's fine by him.
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Thrash would slap the chainmail covered man hard enough on the shoulder to give him a good rattle. "Nice to meet ya Ve! Yer awfully brave to work a sailing ship wearing armor like that, might as well be wearing a belt of anchors" The tabaxi will say with a smile.
The large man eyed the Dun-Aelle bard closely, scrying over every word he spoke, visibly becoming irritated. His companion immediately calmed him, "Now, now, Carl! These people seem like honorable folk. I can't make any deals with you - you have to see The Commandant herself. She's just returned from a voyage to our home, across the bay at Skuller's Cove. You'll have to talk to her there." The smaller man looked over the crew, more auspiciously though, before continuing. "I can't cut a deal, but I can tell you - she'd never own up to it, but our commander has a penchant for fine wine." The bigger man, Carl, averted his gaze towards his traveling companion. "It's fine! It really is, bud. Listen, bring her something nice, and she'll appreciate it. With coin - or something greater. She is The Commandant, after all." Carl's look turned from one of angered confusion to more of begrudging approval, as the pair grabbed another ale, before declaring to the party they'd be gone soon.
“So I’ve been told.” - the individual told the feline with a chuckle before offering a wink and wave of greetings, seemingly shrugging off the impact from this friendly, oversized critter‘s idiosyncratic reception - “But hey, it’s done me some good, so let’s just say I’m not quite ready to let go just yet.” - Motioning towards the scars on the being’s chest, Ve continued - “Seems like some armour might’ve done you some good as well, eh? Did you manage to give as good as you got?”
It seemed like the this Thrash character wasn’t paying particularly close attention to the newcomers. And frankly, the man had already been roped into one assignment without having been considered, so why not just leave this bit to the overly enthusiastic gaggle that surrounded him? It’d be fine, surely! ... Right?
Thrash would chuckle as the man points out his scars. "You may be right, I suppose some armor like your may have prevented a few of these here...." The tabaxi would pause to think a moment.."Learning experiences.. but each one is friendly reminder to myself to keep my wits about me... and well as you can see... I need help remembering from time to time..." The tabaxi will say with a big smile before lifting his arms and giving a small spin to fully show off the extent of his "reminders"... as Thrash rotates around, everyone can see that this back is covered with deep crisscrossing scars.. but they appear like they were probably caused by whips instead of swords.
A moment later after hearing the new proposal by these two strangers, Thrash would turn and lock eyes with the bald man. "I am very interested in yer offer... and a commandant sounds way more impressive than a mere captain...." Thrash will turn and look to his companions "I think we should stop over and visit this fine woman of the world and here her offer... we should have time to do that before sundown right? We can hear what she has to say and take whichever offer sounds better" The tabaxi will say with a smile, his golden canine glinting in the light
"Well, usually I'd say The Commandant doesn't like to be kept waiting," the smaller man replied to the large cat - the bald man, Carl, not responding to Thrash. "But I like the look of you all. We're leaving in a few minutes... If you've got a ship to get across the bay, you're more than welcome to stop by and hear our Lady out. I know your companion said you had other matters to attend to. If, however, that's less important, you can board with us. Not sure how much The Commandant'd offer ye, 'specially without any wine, but alas. Might have some trouble gettin' out, though, if you don't take up her offer, if you haven't a boat."
Alex knowing who and what these men represent " Thrash you are welcome to entertain her offer if you wish but I will not be following you there!" She will finish her third ale with a big gulp and slam the cup onto the bar. Turning with a flourish and at the top of her lung "Unless anyone else has a job for us I have thing to gather before I shove off."
Seldor was seconds away from asking the rest of his partners if they could pool their resources together so that he could purchase a bottle of fine wine in the hopes of getting the commander liquored up before he sweet talks her into giving them a better deal than Captain Abraham when he sees Alex get ready to head out. "Do you really have such a problem with these guys that you'd rather go on a suicide cruise with the Captain?"
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Turning to face Seldor "As a matter of fact I do have problem! Thou I can not prove who killed my captain, pirates did sink the last ship I was on! I will never willingly work for those type!" With a stomp of her foot to finish, Alex spins back around and storms out the door.
"Ah shit. Well it seems like one of us has already made her feelings known about working for the Commander. Anyone else have some secret they need to share before I run my mouth again, because if not, it seems like someone should tell the Commander's men that one of our crew has some negative history with people in her line of work and that we'll have to decline. And maybe someone can smooth things over with her. I'd do it myself, but I do enjoy having my jaw in it's socket. And then Seldor begins sipping on his ale again. You didn't even know her for two minutes and you've already pissed her off. A new record. He thinks to himself, bitterly.
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Dusk tonight, Varet thinks to himself. So soon. Three days ago he'd thought he'd be happy never to see another boat again, having barely survived the ocean's wrath. That's a lie, he chides himself internally; you would have said that to others as a joke, but you'll never put the sea behind you and you know it.
Nursing his ale, he leans against the bar and eyes the group. Shipmates, then, or soon to be. I'm guessing there's some fine stories about how this motley group came together in this tavern on this day, but we maybe want to save those for the coming days - it might be a short journey, but... he trails off and takes a swig of ale. So Terry, what is there to see and do on this island in the hours before dusk?
Scary Terry walks briskly to his taps, pouring extra ales, jotting down some notes on a slip of paper by his tankards. He returns to our rag-tag team with the frothy elixirs in hand, while continuing their conversation in stride. "As I've said, mate, nary a clue I have about ol' Abraham. Said all I'm able, 'fraid," he wistfully trails off, shuttling off another round to some patrons near-abouts the party. "Far as town goes, 'fraid there ain't much here neither. Olga stays around the bend where the lone ol' oak stands, tends to her livestock, which I prepare here with the herbs and spices from traders. Just a passin'-by town, honest. Oh, Mr. Ellaren of course has his office here on account of the thoroughfare from merchants. Full-blood elven man, some sorta big-wig for the Federation. Not too keen on common courtesies, neither, likely on account o' all the trouble he's been havin' with the Philanthropists 'cross the bay there, at that skully-sorta lookin' cave. Other'n that, nothin'. Franz and Gall have houses, but they're at sea oft. Welcome to Port Nevara! Population: basically just this tavern. Figure ye all for travelers, anyhow. Got some gossip from the other isles, though, if ya like to hear it all."
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Seldor starts sipping from his cup. "Give me your gossip. Not like there's anything else for me to do."
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Thrash will turn to the Barkeep and take the free ale from his hand and toss it back, quickly drinking the entire glass before setting it back down. "Thanks friend.. You would know where a man like myself may find a few extra daggers for sale would you?" The large tabaxi will say with a smile. After hearing his reply, Thrash will turn o the group and wipe the head of is beer from his furry mouth before addressing the group. "So we got two half elves, two humans, and one handsome beast... not a bad crew..." Thrash will say before turning his attention to the man who's name he does no know yet. "The names Thrash, and who might you be shipmate?" The tabaxi will say with a large smile extending a large furry clawed hand for a handshake...
"I believe you are correct here Thrash, proper introductions have not been made. I am Alex, I do have proper training 'bout the shipps and water and am quite good at fighting with my hands." As she steps away from the bar to shadow box you see her muscles flex in tight bands of sinew and flesh. If not for the feminine lines to her face and sweet voice you would be hard pressed to tell if she was Male or female. As with most sailors she wears a short sleeved white linen shirt and light brown vest, trousers that are cut off at mid calf, and soft leather soled shoes that look like they could slip off her feet at any time. "And who are the rest of you that I am 'bout to travel with in tight quarters?"
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"I'm Seldor. I wouldn't say that I have training when it comes to handling ships, but apparently I was able to sail a boat through the Ship's Harrowing and survive, so I have that going for me. I'm also good with a blade, as I've previously stated.
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Varet Obsten, says Varet as he leans over to offer a handshake to Alex. Ranger, scout, and wanderer. Hunter of fearsome beasts, tropical birds and, he pats his longbow for emphasis, also fish. Anything that needs hunting with a massive harpoon is right up my alley. It will make for a fine adventure and a tale to bore the grandkids to sleep, I reckon.
Varet drinks more ale, and listens as the conversation goes on around him, thinking about how to use his remaining time on the island. I wonder if this 'Mr. Ellaren' is worth a visit; if he's in authority, he might know more about our captain Abraham's comings and goings than ol' Terry here. He mulls this over quietly, considering whether to mention the idea to the others.
Thrash would turn when Alex and Seldor begin to introduce themselves, listening intently to what they have to say with a smile on his face and his back against the bar. "well for myself... I have spent nearly my entire life on ships... sometimes as cargo.. sometime as a member of the crew performing a wide variety of.... tasks... asked of me." The tabaxi will say with a Grin. "While I may be pretty strong, I prefer to fight more with agility and rage than pure strength..." Thrash will say returning the same shadowboxing gesture Alex gave him.
Ever surprised by breakneck speeds at which events and people whirred past them, the warrior's hands clasped together to pull his dishevelled hair back and hopefully keep his own mane in check, though of course a straggler poked out, leaving a singular lock of hair over his forehead, almost reaching his brow. At this point he swore he'd seen the cat-man stretch his hand out to shake someone else's, but by the time he looked the individual was already punching the air, so he was left with no idea who this Thrash character wanted to introduce himself to. Truth be told, at this point in the conversation, any questions he might've had regarding who these people were or why they did what they did were beginning to fade. It looked easier to simply accept what happened at face value and deal with consequences only if and when should they arrive.
"... Ve." - he spoke, believing the chain-mail, shield and longsword he sported to be self-explanatory for the second part of the conversation - "When it comes to seafaring, I've done the odd job, here and there, and have been told I can think on my feet. Though, I suppose that'll be for you to decide in the coming days."
"So wait, ye don't know each other?" Terry replied to the party's conversation, interrupting their introductions. "Coulda sworn you lot were somehow related. Well, 'cept the girl. In that case, I reckon most of you ain't from anywhere near. If work's what y'all're lookin' for, I'd recommend you try the Wareshome, 'bout a day or so sailin' north of here. Merchants in the docks go through all the time, sure one of 'em wouldn't mind bookin' ya passage for a modest fee." Terry disappears mid-sentence into the kitchen, probably to retrieve lunch for a patron. Rising from his table in the corner, an overbearingly large-sized man, in sort of shoddy leather apparel approached the party. His head was clean of all hair, and marred significantly. He wielded a plethora of small weapons holstered at his side, along his legs, and across his chest and back. His fists were raw, rugged, and wrapped in tattered cloth. "Mum wants to see y'all. Before Ellaren. Heard the man say his name. Don't get no ideas." Suddenly, from behind the man stepped another, smaller, more put-together man. He was average-looking, with a red cloth tied around his head and a well-groomed, jet black moustache above his cautious smile. He spoke to the party with a whispered tone. "What my associate here means, friends, is that our commander has taken note of your presence here on Port Nevara, and has a job she wishes to hire a fresh-faced crew for. It involves the head of Trade here, so it's a bit hush-hush." He turns to the large man. "We really ought not be long here, Carl. Best we make haste back."
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"Well, we've already spoken to Captain Abraham about a job and we're supposed to see him at the dusk. But if your commander is able to ensure that we would be well compensated for our labors, then perhaps we can tell the Captain that he'll have to find a new crew. How about 450 gold pieces. Each." Seldor isn't sure that he'll be able to get 450 gold out of these people, but if he can fill his coffers without charging headfirst into a storm to satisfy some old Captain's possibly suicidal quest, then that's fine by him.
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Thrash would slap the chainmail covered man hard enough on the shoulder to give him a good rattle. "Nice to meet ya Ve! Yer awfully brave to work a sailing ship wearing armor like that, might as well be wearing a belt of anchors" The tabaxi will say with a smile.
The large man eyed the Dun-Aelle bard closely, scrying over every word he spoke, visibly becoming irritated. His companion immediately calmed him, "Now, now, Carl! These people seem like honorable folk. I can't make any deals with you - you have to see The Commandant herself. She's just returned from a voyage to our home, across the bay at Skuller's Cove. You'll have to talk to her there." The smaller man looked over the crew, more auspiciously though, before continuing. "I can't cut a deal, but I can tell you - she'd never own up to it, but our commander has a penchant for fine wine." The bigger man, Carl, averted his gaze towards his traveling companion. "It's fine! It really is, bud. Listen, bring her something nice, and she'll appreciate it. With coin - or something greater. She is The Commandant, after all." Carl's look turned from one of angered confusion to more of begrudging approval, as the pair grabbed another ale, before declaring to the party they'd be gone soon.
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“So I’ve been told.” - the individual told the feline with a chuckle before offering a wink and wave of greetings, seemingly shrugging off the impact from this friendly, oversized critter‘s idiosyncratic reception - “But hey, it’s done me some good, so let’s just say I’m not quite ready to let go just yet.” - Motioning towards the scars on the being’s chest, Ve continued - “Seems like some armour might’ve done you some good as well, eh? Did you manage to give as good as you got?”
It seemed like the this Thrash character wasn’t paying particularly close attention to the newcomers. And frankly, the man had already been roped into one assignment without having been considered, so why not just leave this bit to the overly enthusiastic gaggle that surrounded him? It’d be fine, surely! ... Right?
Thrash would chuckle as the man points out his scars. "You may be right, I suppose some armor like your may have prevented a few of these here...." The tabaxi would pause to think a moment.."Learning experiences.. but each one is friendly reminder to myself to keep my wits about me... and well as you can see... I need help remembering from time to time..." The tabaxi will say with a big smile before lifting his arms and giving a small spin to fully show off the extent of his "reminders"... as Thrash rotates around, everyone can see that this back is covered with deep crisscrossing scars.. but they appear like they were probably caused by whips instead of swords.
A moment later after hearing the new proposal by these two strangers, Thrash would turn and lock eyes with the bald man. "I am very interested in yer offer... and a commandant sounds way more impressive than a mere captain...." Thrash will turn and look to his companions "I think we should stop over and visit this fine woman of the world and here her offer... we should have time to do that before sundown right? We can hear what she has to say and take whichever offer sounds better" The tabaxi will say with a smile, his golden canine glinting in the light
"Well, usually I'd say The Commandant doesn't like to be kept waiting," the smaller man replied to the large cat - the bald man, Carl, not responding to Thrash. "But I like the look of you all. We're leaving in a few minutes... If you've got a ship to get across the bay, you're more than welcome to stop by and hear our Lady out. I know your companion said you had other matters to attend to. If, however, that's less important, you can board with us. Not sure how much The Commandant'd offer ye, 'specially without any wine, but alas. Might have some trouble gettin' out, though, if you don't take up her offer, if you haven't a boat."
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Alex knowing who and what these men represent " Thrash you are welcome to entertain her offer if you wish but I will not be following you there!" She will finish her third ale with a big gulp and slam the cup onto the bar. Turning with a flourish and at the top of her lung "Unless anyone else has a job for us I have thing to gather before I shove off."
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Seldor was seconds away from asking the rest of his partners if they could pool their resources together so that he could purchase a bottle of fine wine in the hopes of getting the commander liquored up before he sweet talks her into giving them a better deal than Captain Abraham when he sees Alex get ready to head out. "Do you really have such a problem with these guys that you'd rather go on a suicide cruise with the Captain?"
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Turning to face Seldor "As a matter of fact I do have problem! Thou I can not prove who killed my captain, pirates did sink the last ship I was on! I will never willingly work for those type!" With a stomp of her foot to finish, Alex spins back around and storms out the door.
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"Ah shit. Well it seems like one of us has already made her feelings known about working for the Commander. Anyone else have some secret they need to share before I run my mouth again, because if not, it seems like someone should tell the Commander's men that one of our crew has some negative history with people in her line of work and that we'll have to decline. And maybe someone can smooth things over with her. I'd do it myself, but I do enjoy having my jaw in it's socket. And then Seldor begins sipping on his ale again. You didn't even know her for two minutes and you've already pissed her off. A new record. He thinks to himself, bitterly.
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