The GM
GM, 169 posts
Fair Winds and
Following Seas
Mon 30 Jul 2018
at 22:54 | 1: Still Waters Run DeepThe Falconer’s Spire towered over the city. It shadowed Neva Borne like a stern father, watching. The whispers were relentless, and fortunately were urging Neva to keep moving away from that shadow. The city was huge, and broken, and weird. The whispers increased to a disorienting cacophony at the first huge stone head they encountered. It was twenty feet tall, and the features were cracked away, until there were only two eyes in the gargantuan statue. Above the muddy cobbles, chunks of floating buildings were used as anchors for the rope nets and tied planks that made up the overhead pathways through the city. There was no qualm against blocking an alley if it was convenient to go over. Beggars pled, mostly drow, hoping for some few coins. It looked like most of them were angling for their next drink.
The city guard were an unsubtle bunch, clomping noisily along their established routes. Neva was untroubled.
The docks gave way to shabby stores and high walls which again shadowed the changeling. Through the gate in the walls, Neva found a path to the shore. At the edge of the city, with plantations stretching out on the left, and the storm wracked city on the right, and the waves in front, Neva heard the whispers and despaired. The whispers bade Neva to step out into the water, and tread out to her doom.
The sea lapped the rocks before her, out, across the shallows Neva could see the sharp 'Teeth of Shargon', jagged rocky islets which posed all manor of hazard to sailing ships. Beyond that, the storm clouds that carried the next bout of rain grew closer and darker.
Past the breakers Neva saw a lone barge painfully rowing against the tide.
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Neva Borne
player, 2 posts
Tue 31 Jul 2018
at 12:46 | 1: Still Waters Run DeepNeva was happy to be on solid ground once more. Traveling by sea had been a wonder only for a brief few days before boredom set in and it was hard for even a changeling not to stand out. That left her only Thax'll'sys'vyrdra for company and that old grouch's thoughts kept coming unbidden day and night. Conversing with it was hard, its thoughts fractured and alien. Despite her finally understanding the voice at last, much of what it said was strange or unintelligible to her. It was impatient, yearning for release and even though it understood that Neva was moving closer by the day its impatience gave form to thoughts urging her on.
Stormreach had been quaint. A modest little place, the decrepit state familiar to her own home, as were the overhead pathways. The open sky was not though and the sun often made her squint. Still its vibe was quite familiar and Neva quickly felt the social currents as only a changeling could. Every face told a story and together she felt the undercurrent of the place. The floating houses hardly drew her attention, so used was she to the floating spires of Sharn. In many ways Stormreach made her think someone had made a small scale model of her home and that was a funny thought. She would smirk all the more if Thax'll'sys'vyrdra wasn't incessantly urging her on with every step. She felt drawn in a direction of its choosing. Could it lead her straight to it, she wondered?
The tugging thoughts in her mind took her through alleys and docks to end up on the shores once more. The sea blocked her path and she wondered what Thax'll'sys'vyrdra wanted of her. Then she noticed the barge. Was there something on it the dragon desired?
What is it Thax? Something on that ship? I thought you wanted me to get deep into the mainland to find you.
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The GM
GM, 177 posts
Fair Winds and
Following Seas
Thu 2 Aug 2018
at 00:35 | 1: Still Waters Run DeepSometimes the whispers seemed clear; right now they were unhelpful and annoying, like the sounds that came through a speakerstone when no-one from House Sivis was there to operate them properly. The view was scenic, the dark grey-blues of the approaching storm; the oranges and reds streaming between the dark purple shadows of the Teeth. Something was out in the bay besides the barge. sending plumes of water high into the air. The barge was attempting to flee it.
There was nothing to be done at this distance, than to watch.
Slowly the something closed on the barge, then there was a 'crack'; it sounded like a pistol-shot, but it was the sound of the boat's hull being shattered into flinders. Neva could see the pale flukes moving and then there was only the slowly sinking wreck of the barge.
The whispers seemed to pause, then resumed with an intensity. The barge was gone, the thing that had wrecked it, gone as well. But something was moving out in the water.
Struggling.
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Neva Borne
player, 3 posts
Thu 2 Aug 2018
at 12:30 | 1: Still Waters Run DeepNeva stood watching powerless for a few moments. She might be a rogue, but she wasn't heartless. She was just utterly unable to do something about their predicament, try as she might thinking of a solution. She couldn't swim, she had no ship, and even if she did, she couldn't sail it anyhow. finally she figured that the only thing she could do was go and get help. The folk of Stormreach weren't the most generous bunch, but maybe they might be willing enough to help out their fellow man. With that thought in mind she rushed back to the city, to the docks and the boats moored there, shouting at the sailors and whatever officer she could see that a barge had sunk and that there were people in the water, pointing in the direction of the wreck.
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The GM
GM, 183 posts
Fair Winds and
Following Seas
Fri 3 Aug 2018
at 04:26 | 1: Still Waters Run DeepThe docks were a portrait in disregard. The only fisherman who appeared to hear Neva, scurried away even faster as a result. The rest ducked their heads into their work, and muttered even louder about the day's woes. The Guardsmen pair reacted, but not in any way that was helpful; one laughed, while the other glared at the interruption. He turned back to the dockman he was extorting from.
A rowboat clunked next to Neva's foot, the bit of rope tying it to the dock.
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Neva Borne
player, 4 posts
Fri 3 Aug 2018
at 20:43 | 1: Still Waters Run DeepWell, that was quite disappointing but far, far from unexpected. She knew these sorts of people. Either their own misery was too deep to care for a stranger or they simply chose not to because they would not become better off because of it.
She supposed that was it then. She looked at the rowboat tempting her, but what could she do? Steal a rowboat? Go out there on the open sea? All she'd accomplish was drown herself.
But she had been drawn to it. To that barge. The ancient power of Thax'll'sys'vyrdra pointed out its plight for whatever reason it might have. She had to try something. She had to be smart, not stupid or impulsive. She needed a captain of one of the smaller ships, a fisherman's boat or something. Quickly she looked around for a candidate..
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The GM
GM, 189 posts
Fair Winds and
Following Seas
Mon 6 Aug 2018
at 21:02 | 1: Still Waters Run DeepThe whispers grew in intensity and volume. There did not appear to be any 'captains' about. Fishermen charged with cleaning up, or gutting the fish were scattered about, but as Neva approached them they found someplace else to be.
The angry guard, having finished his business, was approaching Neva, followed by the other.
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Neva Borne
player, 5 posts
Tue 7 Aug 2018
at 19:15 | 1: Still Waters Run DeepWell, with both Thax and surly guards urging her on, who was Neva to resist lending this unwatched rowboat? She quickly undid the mooring and stepped in with more wobbling then she might have liked but quickly sat down, grabbed an oar and pushed off from the dock to stay out of the guard' reach. Then she began rowing, or what passed for rowing from a Undercity girl who had never seen more water then in a bathtub before she got on a boat to Stormreach. She hoped she could get out to the shipwreck. More importantly, she hoped she could make it back to shore..
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