The day starts out as a clearly-god-blessed day to start your journey. The sun is bright, no clouds in sight, and the sea calm. A soft breeze is blowing, enough that, once past the harbor, the sail will be able to be used. You are all on the deck of the Proud Jester, with Gnorcys at the helm. The ores work to the sound of Yanna's drum, slowly easing the large ship through the harbor and towards the open sea beyond. All around the newness of the ship is clear, from crisp sails to brand-new wood throughout the ship; it is clearly a masterwork.
Along the harbor's docks, on the streets outside of the harbor, and on most of the ships you pass, cheers rise up as the people see you off on this god-blessed journey into the uncharted seas. The ten members of the Spears of Thassa stand near the mast, waving to those the ship passes. Misty is at the very front of the ship, on the foredeck, giving signals back to the other officers as to navigating the ship through the close-quarters of the harbor. Her flaming red hair flutters in the wind. near Misty are the four archers, waving to the people as the ship passes by. Aughus stands with hoove splanted at one end of the rowers, giving them quick commands as Yanna, next to him, keeps a steady beat on her drum. Rhordon stands near the captain, eyes on the crew and passing any signals Misty gives to Gnorcys to adjust the ship's corse.
You stand up front on the foredeck, near Misty and the archers. Please introduce your characters.
Ritha eyes the receding harbor with a silent sigh of relief. The tall, thin triton woman pushes back her auburn "hair" - the multiple extensions of semi-translucent fins rising from her head, glittering in the sunlight like droplets of water - which scatters over her face in the strong sea breeze. Turning into the wind, she takes a deep breath and samples the salty sea air, her hazel eyes widening in anticipation.
"At last... a return to my beloved waters,"she murmurs under her breath, just loud enough to be heard by anyone standing close by. "Thassa be praised... I have missed this feeling so!"
Excited, she turns to her newest companions. "Be greeted! I am Ritha Panagos,"she says to the closest one. "Are you as excited as I to begin this journey? I have never in my life done something like this before. But the Goddess compelled me to step out from my bubble, and I am beginning to understand why. How do people call themselves alive without this feeling of anticipation? I wonder what challenges await us!"
She smiles, breathlessly; it is the most you've heard from this otherwise reticent woman since you first saw her on the ship.
Spyro would watch the docks drift farther away while petting his mastiff Scraps with his hairy hand. "Hi! I'm spyro and this is Scraps! Thessa be praised indeed! This is super exciting!" The Satyr would exclaim before doing a little dance as the large brown dog quickly circled him bounding with its tail wagging wildly. The satyr was nearly 6ft at the tips of his horns with a well kept brown beard and thick brown hair covering his head that seemed to continue down his back. The majority of Spyromos covered by a large leather jacket designed to keep even the most pounding rain from reaching the fisherman's skin. a fishingnnet is draped across his chest like a sash, mostly hiding a pan flute that dangles byba string from his neck. "I have spent countless hours on the shore and in fishing boats.. but this is the first time I've ever really set out on to the ocean! I can't believe it!" The satyr would shout before pulling a pipe from inside his jacket and lighting it. He would the. take a few long puffs before plowing a large smoke ring and twirling the pipe in his callused hand
Xerronios pulls out his bagpipes, the pride of his musical collection, remembering the times he'd played for the warriors of the Deeproar clan as they ran into battle. Well, he had a new clan now, and this was the beginning of the battle-path which Klothys had tugged him toward. He glances at the Triton, wondering how much of her compelling was truly that of Thassa, or how much of Thassa's compelling was Thassa's. A truly tangled web, the skein of fate.
He play on the bagpipes, a jaunty tune for the sailors and rowers, something to give them a bit of lift. He puts no magic into this song, but let's the music work its own sorcery
"I am Xerronios Deeproar, Leonine of plains/travelling upon Thassa's lanes Upon this ship, with my companions of valor/one of many a travellor. We are threads woven deep, yet so blank is our slate/those threads they shall become our fate."
After singing this improvised poem, the Leonine bard launches into a well known and well-liked sea-song of the Meletis polis, one which extols the virtues of Thassa and the piety of the polis.
Performance 11
ooc: I guess he is still getting used to singing on the seas LOL
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Spyro would clap excitedly at the leonins performance "Oh the journey is going to be awesome! I hope you will let me play with you sometime!" He would say before taking out his pan flute and playing a short tune for the leonin
A human man stands near the rail not far away, gripping the railing tightly. Tall and slender with tanned skin and dark hair. His brown eyes peer watchfully out from under his old hood, worn from exposure to the elements. He wears good leather armor with metal studs riveted in for greater protection and has a rapier on one hip and a dagger on the other, another dagger is strapped at the small of his back under his quiver full of arrows, but his bow is strung and in hand. His stance is one of someone ready for action at a moments notice. He often brings his hand up to touch a new looking amulet bearing the symbol of Athreos, as if to reassure himself it is still there. He speaks up without taking his eyes off of the shore, "Kanlos Shadewind. Uh... they seem to be using the drums and music to time the rowing, perhaps additional music might make things confused?" He glances out over the sea briefly before turning back to the shore, "How do you stand it? There's nothing there, its too empty."
For reasons he didn't say, Io stands a bit away from the railing, almost hiding from the cheering crowd. Once the ship has gotten a bit further from the shore, the fair skinned human steps forward and stands at the railing, watching the emptiness of the sea as it approaches. The 6ft 2 inch tall man is clad in golden chain mail that matches the color of his golden hair and his short beard. He has a metal war hammer strapped to his belt and a shield that bears the symbol of Athreos strapped to his arm. His facial features indicate that Io is someone of noble blood. He is in his early 30s but he has a few wrinkles already on his forehead and his cheeks though overall he doesn't look too bad for someone in their 30s. His brown eyes watches the waves of the sea as he wonders if there were more places in the main-land he could have looked but his sources tell him that on one of the destinations of this journey, he will find what he seeks. It's his only lead and so he must follow it.
The Proud Jester eases the final distance to the harbor gate, then pasues there, the ors slowing to keep the boat held in the area of the gate, while Gnorcys and Rhordon move forward to join Misty and you ont he foredeck. The minotaur grabs a keg of wine that had been waiting near the mast, and lug sit forward, his powerful muscles easily able to manage the load. Those who know wine would recognize the keg as holding a prime vintage, and know the keg is worth several hundred gold, if not moe than a thousand.
Rhordon moves to the very front of the foredeck and glances to Gnorcys.
”To great Vhassa queen of the seas, and patron of this voyage!” Gnocys calls out in a ringing voice. The tritan’s scales gleam in the sunlight, ranging from a deep blue to dark purple, her crest flared back from her forehead. She gives Rhordon a nod. The minotaur lifts the keg over his head and then slams it down onto the ram that is mounted to the front of the ship. The keg bursts, sending shards of wood and a burst of wine over the front of the ship’s hull, as well as across the waters.
There is a long pause, then the sounds of crashing waves fill the air, and a cheer goes up from the people still-crowding the harbor around them. The sound of the wabes is clearly not natural, as the sea itself is calm.
”Vhassa has shown her pleasure of this voyage.” Gnorcys calls out in a loud voice once again. Immediately Yanna begins to pick up the beat on her drum, and the rowers pick up their pace accordingly. The Proud Jester pushes forward, exiting the harbor fully and now on the open sea. Gnorcys and Rhordon move back to the aft deck, and Rhordon starts calling out orders, some of the rowers breaking away from their work to raise the sail. Soon wind fills the cloth and the ship starts to pick up speed. The ores are soon stored, and Yanna’s drum goes silent.
A bit after the sail is raised, and the rowers put aside their ores, Gnorcys and Rhordon approach the group of you.
”We have seven days of sailing to our planned resupply stop.” She informs you. “After that it is another 3 days before we reach the uncharted seas.” You would all know that the charted seas are those that are commonly sailed upon, and the uncharted is where real danger would start. “We will have to keep eyes out for danger, since pirates and other things, do happen on the charted seas, but real dangers should not be an issue until we are sailing into the uncharted area.” She tells you. “Do you have any questions for me?”
Kanlos speaks up quietly, still facing the coastline, "I haven't fought on the seas before, what would the plan of battle be if we encounter pirates? Would we try and ram them or board and fight?"
"That is a good question.. also... What time is lunch? Also Also... am I allowed to fish from the back of the ship as we sail?" The satyr would ask with a smile.
Xerronios nods in agreement. "Yes, Captain," he replies in his deep leonine voice. "What are our responsibilities aboard ship? And in battle? Under whose orders are we when the dance is joined and when it is not?"
Gnorcys nods to the group as they ask their questions. Her ice-blue eyes focus on each of you, approvingly. “Those are good questions.” She informs you. “In general we will not try to close with pirates, unless they can not be chased off. Though I would rather do the ramming, than have them get a chance to do so instead. We are not out here to chase down pirates though, so, if possible, we will try to scare them off rather than engage fully.”
”That takes half of the fun out of it...” Rhordon says with a grimace, but shrugs as Gnorcys glances to him.
”As for who you are to listen to aboard ship, any of my officers are able to give you orders if absolutely needed.” She again looks over the group with a discerning gaze. “In general though you are under your own command. You are not the run-of-the-mill crew for a ship like this, but brought along for the special focus of our mission. Aboard ship I expect you to help out, in battle and outside of it, as fits your skills and abilities.” She glances to the sea as she continues. “Out there we will find islands, wonderous, and dangerous, that is where your true focus will be, it is you six who will go ashore and seek out signs of our prize. All we know it is out there, somewhere, we will ahve to check island after island until we find it...”
Io seems to hesitate a bit before asking, "A random question... what would you consider the likelihood of someone from the mainland having unintentionally end up in our rest stop or on one of the uncharted islands to be? I mean someone other than us of course. Are we likely to encounter... lost pilgrims, shipwrecked crew or... escaped convicts fleeing from a kingdom perhaps?" He seems to choose the wording carefully.
"So your worried you might run into someone you know?" The satyr would ask with a grin as he pats scraps on the head. "Yeah I knew a girl once... woudn't leave me alone.. had to move away from my favorite fishin spot in order to share her!" He would then take another puff on his pipe.
When Thassa grants her blessing to the ship, Ritha can't help but raise her arms and give thanks to the Ocean Mother, nearly unable to hold back her tears of joy as she leans over the hull.
"Your will be,"she says to the water. "May your currents take us to adventure and glory!"
After the initial excitement wears off, Ritha joins the others and listens to the talk of sea pirates and ramming. Sequestered in her temple as she was, all of this is foreign and unfamiliar to her. "I have never battled on a ship before. In all honesty, I have never spent much time above the surface of the waves before, either. I am, perhaps, not the best to give advice on what to do or not do should it come to a fight. But my bow and my blade stand ready, if untested, for whatever may come."
She turns to Gnorcys. "What I am is a meticulous cartographer. I was in charge of gathering food for the Temple ceremonies, and I grew quite used to surveying the land surrounding my village and recording what I found. I did bring some supplies with me," she mentions, rummaging around in her pack. Smiling, she draws out her quill and a piece of parchment, as well as a compass. "I should enjoy looking at the maps we have made thus far, and expanding upon them as soon as we reach the uncharted waters. That alone may prove to be a coveted treasure upon our return, should my skills not fail me," she notes. "As for my skills, I may be able to approximate how long it will take us to reach any landmark, as well as identify any maps we may find as real or fake, and their age and origin. With some luck, I may even be able to sketch out the missing parts of that map if I have gathered enough information."
She bows slightly. "Anything I can do to further Thassa's will, I shall."
"Spyro?" she asks, finding some time to address the excitable satyr. "I see you carry a net with you as well. Are you also a fisher?" She smiles. "While I did not work as one for more commercial purposes, I, too, have found joy and fulfillment in the harvesting of the sea's bounty."
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"Yes, mam. I got a pretty simple question: What is the purpose of this trip?" the, rather short, young woman asks. Dressed in a white robe with little ornamentation. "My mother sent me here with little information about the 'mission'. She did not even mention that the 'Proud Jester' is a ship. I thought it might be a circus or show group." looking a little embarressed. "Oh, Kassiopeia Zika. You can call me Miss Zika or Sister Zika." "Apologies, I had to feed Hermes, he doesn't like the sea ... neither do I. Well, he is my mule and down in the cargo area." "Anyway ... why am I here?"
Io smiles tiredly at Spyro's question and says, "Well... not exactly. I have been looking for someone for a considerable amount of time now and I haven't had much luck. The only lead I have now tells me that I might find them on this journey to the uncharted lands which is why I signed up for this journey. I had hoped I would find them but I am not sure how likely that is."
Kassiopeia turns her head overhearing Io tallking: "Excuse me mister, what do you mean by: 'I signed up for this journey.'? ... You mean there was a choice to not leave the solid ground behind? ... Nobody told me about that option!"
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The day starts out as a clearly-god-blessed day to start your journey. The sun is bright, no clouds in sight, and the sea calm. A soft breeze is blowing, enough that, once past the harbor, the sail will be able to be used. You are all on the deck of the Proud Jester, with Gnorcys at the helm. The ores work to the sound of Yanna's drum, slowly easing the large ship through the harbor and towards the open sea beyond. All around the newness of the ship is clear, from crisp sails to brand-new wood throughout the ship; it is clearly a masterwork.
Along the harbor's docks, on the streets outside of the harbor, and on most of the ships you pass, cheers rise up as the people see you off on this god-blessed journey into the uncharted seas. The ten members of the Spears of Thassa stand near the mast, waving to those the ship passes. Misty is at the very front of the ship, on the foredeck, giving signals back to the other officers as to navigating the ship through the close-quarters of the harbor. Her flaming red hair flutters in the wind. near Misty are the four archers, waving to the people as the ship passes by. Aughus stands with hoove splanted at one end of the rowers, giving them quick commands as Yanna, next to him, keeps a steady beat on her drum. Rhordon stands near the captain, eyes on the crew and passing any signals Misty gives to Gnorcys to adjust the ship's corse.
You stand up front on the foredeck, near Misty and the archers. Please introduce your characters.
Ritha eyes the receding harbor with a silent sigh of relief. The tall, thin triton woman pushes back her auburn "hair" - the multiple extensions of semi-translucent fins rising from her head, glittering in the sunlight like droplets of water - which scatters over her face in the strong sea breeze. Turning into the wind, she takes a deep breath and samples the salty sea air, her hazel eyes widening in anticipation.
"At last... a return to my beloved waters," she murmurs under her breath, just loud enough to be heard by anyone standing close by. "Thassa be praised... I have missed this feeling so!"
Excited, she turns to her newest companions. "Be greeted! I am Ritha Panagos," she says to the closest one. "Are you as excited as I to begin this journey? I have never in my life done something like this before. But the Goddess compelled me to step out from my bubble, and I am beginning to understand why. How do people call themselves alive without this feeling of anticipation? I wonder what challenges await us!"
She smiles, breathlessly; it is the most you've heard from this otherwise reticent woman since you first saw her on the ship.
Spyro would watch the docks drift farther away while petting his mastiff Scraps with his hairy hand. "Hi! I'm spyro and this is Scraps! Thessa be praised indeed! This is super exciting!" The Satyr would exclaim before doing a little dance as the large brown dog quickly circled him bounding with its tail wagging wildly. The satyr was nearly 6ft at the tips of his horns with a well kept brown beard and thick brown hair covering his head that seemed to continue down his back. The majority of Spyromos covered by a large leather jacket designed to keep even the most pounding rain from reaching the fisherman's skin. a fishingnnet is draped across his chest like a sash, mostly hiding a pan flute that dangles byba string from his neck. "I have spent countless hours on the shore and in fishing boats.. but this is the first time I've ever really set out on to the ocean! I can't believe it!" The satyr would shout before pulling a pipe from inside his jacket and lighting it. He would the. take a few long puffs before plowing a large smoke ring and twirling the pipe in his callused hand
Xerronios pulls out his bagpipes, the pride of his musical collection, remembering the times he'd played for the warriors of the Deeproar clan as they ran into battle. Well, he had a new clan now, and this was the beginning of the battle-path which Klothys had tugged him toward. He glances at the Triton, wondering how much of her compelling was truly that of Thassa, or how much of Thassa's compelling was Thassa's. A truly tangled web, the skein of fate.
He play on the bagpipes, a jaunty tune for the sailors and rowers, something to give them a bit of lift. He puts no magic into this song, but let's the music work its own sorcery
"I am Xerronios Deeproar, Leonine of plains/travelling upon Thassa's lanes
Upon this ship, with my companions of valor/one of many a travellor.
We are threads woven deep, yet so blank is our slate/those threads they shall become our fate."
After singing this improvised poem, the Leonine bard launches into a well known and well-liked sea-song of the Meletis polis, one which extols the virtues of Thassa and the piety of the polis.
Performance 11
ooc: I guess he is still getting used to singing on the seas LOL
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Spyro would clap excitedly at the leonins performance "Oh the journey is going to be awesome! I hope you will let me play with you sometime!" He would say before taking out his pan flute and playing a short tune for the leonin
performance 12
A human man stands near the rail not far away, gripping the railing tightly. Tall and slender with tanned skin and dark hair. His brown eyes peer watchfully out from under his old hood, worn from exposure to the elements. He wears good leather armor with metal studs riveted in for greater protection and has a rapier on one hip and a dagger on the other, another dagger is strapped at the small of his back under his quiver full of arrows, but his bow is strung and in hand. His stance is one of someone ready for action at a moments notice. He often brings his hand up to touch a new looking amulet bearing the symbol of Athreos, as if to reassure himself it is still there. He speaks up without taking his eyes off of the shore, "Kanlos Shadewind. Uh... they seem to be using the drums and music to time the rowing, perhaps additional music might make things confused?" He glances out over the sea briefly before turning back to the shore, "How do you stand it? There's nothing there, its too empty."
For reasons he didn't say, Io stands a bit away from the railing, almost hiding from the cheering crowd. Once the ship has gotten a bit further from the shore, the fair skinned human steps forward and stands at the railing, watching the emptiness of the sea as it approaches. The 6ft 2 inch tall man is clad in golden chain mail that matches the color of his golden hair and his short beard. He has a metal war hammer strapped to his belt and a shield that bears the symbol of Athreos strapped to his arm. His facial features indicate that Io is someone of noble blood. He is in his early 30s but he has a few wrinkles already on his forehead and his cheeks though overall he doesn't look too bad for someone in their 30s. His brown eyes watches the waves of the sea as he wonders if there were more places in the main-land he could have looked but his sources tell him that on one of the destinations of this journey, he will find what he seeks. It's his only lead and so he must follow it.
The Proud Jester eases the final distance to the harbor gate, then pasues there, the ors slowing to keep the boat held in the area of the gate, while Gnorcys and Rhordon move forward to join Misty and you ont he foredeck. The minotaur grabs a keg of wine that had been waiting near the mast, and lug sit forward, his powerful muscles easily able to manage the load. Those who know wine would recognize the keg as holding a prime vintage, and know the keg is worth several hundred gold, if not moe than a thousand.
Rhordon moves to the very front of the foredeck and glances to Gnorcys.
”To great Vhassa queen of the seas, and patron of this voyage!” Gnocys calls out in a ringing voice. The tritan’s scales gleam in the sunlight, ranging from a deep blue to dark purple, her crest flared back from her forehead. She gives Rhordon a nod. The minotaur lifts the keg over his head and then slams it down onto the ram that is mounted to the front of the ship. The keg bursts, sending shards of wood and a burst of wine over the front of the ship’s hull, as well as across the waters.
There is a long pause, then the sounds of crashing waves fill the air, and a cheer goes up from the people still-crowding the harbor around them. The sound of the wabes is clearly not natural, as the sea itself is calm.
”Vhassa has shown her pleasure of this voyage.” Gnorcys calls out in a loud voice once again. Immediately Yanna begins to pick up the beat on her drum, and the rowers pick up their pace accordingly. The Proud Jester pushes forward, exiting the harbor fully and now on the open sea. Gnorcys and Rhordon move back to the aft deck, and Rhordon starts calling out orders, some of the rowers breaking away from their work to raise the sail. Soon wind fills the cloth and the ship starts to pick up speed. The ores are soon stored, and Yanna’s drum goes silent.
A bit after the sail is raised, and the rowers put aside their ores, Gnorcys and Rhordon approach the group of you.
”We have seven days of sailing to our planned resupply stop.” She informs you. “After that it is another 3 days before we reach the uncharted seas.” You would all know that the charted seas are those that are commonly sailed upon, and the uncharted is where real danger would start. “We will have to keep eyes out for danger, since pirates and other things, do happen on the charted seas, but real dangers should not be an issue until we are sailing into the uncharted area.” She tells you. “Do you have any questions for me?”
Kanlos speaks up quietly, still facing the coastline, "I haven't fought on the seas before, what would the plan of battle be if we encounter pirates? Would we try and ram them or board and fight?"
Io agrees, "Quite. It would do us well to know of the battle plans in case of pirate attacks." His voice is clear and has a certain weight to it.
"That is a good question.. also... What time is lunch? Also Also... am I allowed to fish from the back of the ship as we sail?" The satyr would ask with a smile.
Xerronios nods in agreement. "Yes, Captain," he replies in his deep leonine voice. "What are our responsibilities aboard ship? And in battle? Under whose orders are we when the dance is joined and when it is not?"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Gnorcys nods to the group as they ask their questions. Her ice-blue eyes focus on each of you, approvingly. “Those are good questions.” She informs you. “In general we will not try to close with pirates, unless they can not be chased off. Though I would rather do the ramming, than have them get a chance to do so instead. We are not out here to chase down pirates though, so, if possible, we will try to scare them off rather than engage fully.”
”That takes half of the fun out of it...” Rhordon says with a grimace, but shrugs as Gnorcys glances to him.
”As for who you are to listen to aboard ship, any of my officers are able to give you orders if absolutely needed.” She again looks over the group with a discerning gaze. “In general though you are under your own command. You are not the run-of-the-mill crew for a ship like this, but brought along for the special focus of our mission. Aboard ship I expect you to help out, in battle and outside of it, as fits your skills and abilities.” She glances to the sea as she continues. “Out there we will find islands, wonderous, and dangerous, that is where your true focus will be, it is you six who will go ashore and seek out signs of our prize. All we know it is out there, somewhere, we will ahve to check island after island until we find it...”
Io seems to hesitate a bit before asking, "A random question... what would you consider the likelihood of someone from the mainland having unintentionally end up in our rest stop or on one of the uncharted islands to be? I mean someone other than us of course. Are we likely to encounter... lost pilgrims, shipwrecked crew or... escaped convicts fleeing from a kingdom perhaps?" He seems to choose the wording carefully.
"So your worried you might run into someone you know?" The satyr would ask with a grin as he pats scraps on the head. "Yeah I knew a girl once... woudn't leave me alone.. had to move away from my favorite fishin spot in order to share her!" He would then take another puff on his pipe.
When Thassa grants her blessing to the ship, Ritha can't help but raise her arms and give thanks to the Ocean Mother, nearly unable to hold back her tears of joy as she leans over the hull.
"Your will be," she says to the water. "May your currents take us to adventure and glory!"
After the initial excitement wears off, Ritha joins the others and listens to the talk of sea pirates and ramming. Sequestered in her temple as she was, all of this is foreign and unfamiliar to her. "I have never battled on a ship before. In all honesty, I have never spent much time above the surface of the waves before, either. I am, perhaps, not the best to give advice on what to do or not do should it come to a fight. But my bow and my blade stand ready, if untested, for whatever may come."
She turns to Gnorcys. "What I am is a meticulous cartographer. I was in charge of gathering food for the Temple ceremonies, and I grew quite used to surveying the land surrounding my village and recording what I found. I did bring some supplies with me," she mentions, rummaging around in her pack. Smiling, she draws out her quill and a piece of parchment, as well as a compass. "I should enjoy looking at the maps we have made thus far, and expanding upon them as soon as we reach the uncharted waters. That alone may prove to be a coveted treasure upon our return, should my skills not fail me," she notes. "As for my skills, I may be able to approximate how long it will take us to reach any landmark, as well as identify any maps we may find as real or fake, and their age and origin. With some luck, I may even be able to sketch out the missing parts of that map if I have gathered enough information."
She bows slightly. "Anything I can do to further Thassa's will, I shall."
"Spyro?" she asks, finding some time to address the excitable satyr. "I see you carry a net with you as well. Are you also a fisher?" She smiles. "While I did not work as one for more commercial purposes, I, too, have found joy and fulfillment in the harvesting of the sea's bounty."
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Putting away his bagpipes, Xerronios pulls out his lute and strums something exciting and stiring. "That's good enough, Captain."
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
"Yes, mam. I got a pretty simple question: What is the purpose of this trip?" the, rather short, young woman asks. Dressed in a white robe with little ornamentation. "My mother sent me here with little information about the 'mission'. She did not even mention that the 'Proud Jester' is a ship. I thought it might be a circus or show group." looking a little embarressed.
"Oh, Kassiopeia Zika. You can call me Miss Zika or Sister Zika."
"Apologies, I had to feed Hermes, he doesn't like the sea ... neither do I. Well, he is my mule and down in the cargo area."
"Anyway ... why am I here?"
Io smiles tiredly at Spyro's question and says, "Well... not exactly. I have been looking for someone for a considerable amount of time now and I haven't had much luck. The only lead I have now tells me that I might find them on this journey to the uncharted lands which is why I signed up for this journey. I had hoped I would find them but I am not sure how likely that is."
Kassiopeia turns her head overhearing Io tallking: "Excuse me mister, what do you mean by: 'I signed up for this journey.'? ... You mean there was a choice to not leave the solid ground behind? ... Nobody told me about that option!"