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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Nov 4, 2008 17:39:24 GMT
Rumbleskin let out a sound that was a mix between a belly laugh and a harumph
"Don't be lettin' me kin hear y'say that. In some clans, that be fightin' talk I'll have ye ken" said the dwarf, a sparkle in his eye...
"So, what be yer part in all o' this? methinks a lass like yersel' willna travel lightly"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 4, 2008 22:09:08 GMT
Rumbleskin let out a sound that was a mix between a belly laugh and a harumph "Don't be lettin' me kin hear y'say that. In some clans, that be fightin' talk I'll have ye ken" said the dwarf, a sparkle in his eye... "So, what be yer part in all o' this? methinks a lass like yersel' willna travel lightly" replied the woman
"I have business in Waterdeep. I really cant say anymore, other than it could be of importance to every right minded person. " |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Nov 4, 2008 23:49:13 GMT
"Politics!" spat Cathmhaol, "Gi' me a straight fight any day. Ye know where ye are wi' a sword in yer hand. Men who use words just t' tie ye in knots..." He shook his head in disgust. replied the Captain. "but without politics there'd be no adventure or intrigue I fear. Should be an easy run, the priests said the weather would be fair." "So what you be doing in the City of Splendours?" he asked with a smile Cathmhaol replied ruefully, "Just business. That said, if'n ye know any good places a fellow can relax, if'n ye know what I mean, I'll be glad t' hear it." |
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Post by Dace on Nov 5, 2008 9:18:46 GMT
The young caravan guard had come far in the past few months. Employers and comrades flashed past his vision as he turned his back and let Maylene change in their small, barely adequate living space. A promise was a promise, after all. More or less. She’d be disappointed if he didn’t take a small peek… No, he wouldn’t.
Feeling himself flush, he made an excuse and left the room behind him, a chuckle from his companion barely audible but none the less scathing as the door clicked shut on his heels.
Nodding at first one sailor and then another as he made his way up toward the main deck, conversations assailed him from other parts of the ship.
“…belongings if the enchantment is NOT fatal?” came Zeric’s familiar voice and Cathmhaol’s answering grunt, punctuated on his other side by a belly laugh from their new Dwarven traveller. Something like a cough covering an indiscreet comment filtered through from another room, and a creak of floorboards from way back caused a slight twitch in one eye… He moved on and up to the main deck.
He’d only travelled lightly upon the sea before, the odd harbour trip and ferry; certainly nothing as exotic as this, but he found himself taking to the life quite well. That was him, he mused, ever the adaptable. Moving to the rail and leaning against it, passing between two deck-hands who, he thought, paid him scant attention, he glanced down at waters as they lapped at side of the ship. Cruising away from the docks, Dace lent his gaze back in that direction, to the city which had seen him make a few changes.
Squinting against a sudden lurching in his stomach, he was glad he wasn’t going to be sick. He’d seen some sailors who, despite their trade, still never adapted to a life on the waves and yet put up with it to make an honest, or otherwise, living. Smiling at the thought, he continued looking out across the waters, training himself to adapt to the situation.
Turning back to observe the crew, the passengers, he let more conversations wash over him, closing his eyes and feeling the breeze caress his face, a soft spray flicking across his eyelids.
The captain laughed at something Cathmhaol said, before raising his telescope and looking out across the water. A brief snatch of “It’s unlikely we will run into pirates at the start of Spring…” he said, the rest lost on the breeze. Angling his head slightly, he took up another section of another conversation, this time between the Dwarf and the black-robed woman… The word Anauroch lit on his senses and he smiled. Where had he heard that before?
His eyes flicked open when the Dwarf laughed, and he closed his eyes in frustration, scanning the crowd-heavy deck again, sailors busy about their duties. His eyes lit on the Gold elves, the Gnome, and he drew what detail, what information he could from them, in the ways they adapted, the ways they talked.
Performing mental exercises, he did his best to filter out the sounds, concentrating on smells and tastes, tongue flicking over his lips, tasting the salt. Yes, he mused, this trip would be worth it as an experience, if nothing else.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Nov 5, 2008 11:12:35 GMT
OOC: I'm speechless mate... That was one of teh best posts I've read in a LONG time! Wow. Have a korma or two.
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Post by Dace on Nov 5, 2008 11:28:44 GMT
OOC:
Thanks mate, I'm touched 
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Post by Zeric on Nov 5, 2008 12:06:49 GMT
OOC: I'm speechless mate... That was one of teh best posts I've read in a LONG time! Wow. Have a korma or two. |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 5, 2008 13:07:35 GMT
OOC - I already told you it was a great post 
But its cracking. Very dace
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Post by Cathmhaol on Nov 6, 2008 21:21:00 GMT
OOC: Very good - must have taken some time to write. It's great when you get the time to work on something like that, ain't it?
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Post by Dace on Nov 7, 2008 8:15:47 GMT
OOC:
I'll say, yeah - Edd and I had this discussion last night, actually. How cool would it be if we all actually had tons of time to put out amazingly long detailed posts?
And thanks for the praise all, it was honestly just something I threw together
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Post by Cathmhaol on Nov 10, 2008 22:57:52 GMT
OOC: All right, enough virtual back slapping and arse touching! On with the game chaps!  |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 11, 2008 12:30:48 GMT
OOC- this will kick off when Realms2 get to Yulash. As from there the a lot of info is already written. Here on the waves Im winging it and I need to write some Waterdeep stuff before you get there. |
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Nov 13, 2008 17:15:58 GMT
Rumbleskin let out a sound that was a mix between a belly laugh and a harumph "Don't be lettin' me kin hear y'say that. In some clans, that be fightin' talk I'll have ye ken" said the dwarf, a sparkle in his eye... "So, what be yer part in all o' this? methinks a lass like yersel' willna travel lightly" replied the woman
"I have business in Waterdeep. I really cant say anymore, other than it could be of importance to every right minded person. "Rumbleskin nodded in appreciation of the tattoed woman's words and said "Hmm, secrets within secrets, well I'll not press ye lass, t'is not me way. I cannae speak fer th' rest o these lot, but iff'n yon quest have anythin' tae do wi' stoppin' his Royal Scaliness, look me up. As for me, I'm along for th' ride and wonderin' how a Dwarf out o' time kin play a part to stop a foe wot's been stopped afore but ne'er been vanquished." |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 14, 2008 18:48:49 GMT
She seemed to smile behind he veil,
"Dwarf never underestimate the power of freinds and goodness, defeating evil. Evil will always trip and eat itself whole. I for one am a great believer that things happen for a reason and you are probably here for a reason" She commented
"No Scaley kind for me, the rise of the Shade is of more concern, in the east." she said sadly
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Post by Zeric on Nov 14, 2008 19:54:03 GMT
Zeric stood at the railings, lost in his own reflections. It had been a strange time of late, unsettling and full of dark portent.
First there had been the news of betrayal by his idiot brother, the murders of the rest of the Daggers. He supposed that was when things had really first taken a turn towards true darkness. He vowed inwardly to kill Throgbur upon sight, the better that the memory of his mother would not be sullied by such a blight. She'd been a kind enough woman - for sure, no genius, but warm and nurturing in her own way. Taken by the plague just last year, Zeric and Throgbur had set out to seek their twin fortunes in the world.
'Strange how fortune is defined by circumstance,' Zeric reflected as he let the conversations upon deck wash over him. 'No father you ever knew anyway, Zer. Maybe thats why youve taken to Cathmhaol so readily - a father figure you sorely need, lad... And the others? Like brothers they've become. Perhaps the brothers you should have grown up with if dear ma hadn't been shunned by her husband after being knocked up by yon orc... If she'd have still been with him...'''
He cut that thought off, the maudlin mood dug into his soul and seemed determined to drag him into despair. He reflected instead upon the task at hand, Waterdeep, City of Splendours and Undermountain, where it seemed, his destiny lay, lurking in wait for him.
As he dwelled upon the difficulties that faced them, he caught two words that jerked him back to the present with stark, unyielding shock; The Shade...
He reeled physically, lurching although no wave had hit the ship at that time and turned to see the source of the utterance. The woman, engaged in conversation with Rumbleskin.
He strode over, nervously, "Speak you of The Shade that haunts Neverwinter Wood, my Lady? What know you of Shades?"
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