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Welcome to Von Arth! (IC THREAD)

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Mr DM
GM, 4 posts
Thu 4 Feb 2021
at 12:57
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Welcome to Von Arth! (IC THREAD)

It has been three long months since you set sail onboard the fleet of ships heading to the newly discovered continent of Von Arth.  Little has been discovered about this new continent and the lure of being part of history in the making made it an easy decision for you to find passage aboard the fleet.

You are all aboard The Wandering Minstrel and Captain Luren, a broad middle aged human dressed in a very unique naval uniform of his own design, you think the rhinestone covered Axebeak feathers in his hat are a sombre touch compared to the rest of the outfit, is smiling at the prospect of seeing land.

"Look lively me pretty laddys!  Not long now and we'll be landing on a new continent, untouched by civilized hand say the smarty pants back east!" booms out the Captain.

He turns to the nearest adventurers and yells out

"You tasty morsels must be about ready to pee your pants at the thought of all that exploring you lot are going to be doing!"

And with that the Captain heads off as he checks to ensure that his crew are doing their jobs.


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Solwyn
player, 2 posts
Half-Elf Monk
Thu 4 Feb 2021
at 13:48
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Welcome to Von Arth! (IC THREAD)

   Solwyn was sitting high up on a mast, his keen elven ears picking up the captain's words. The wind felt cold on his bare feet, through his tattered pants. It pulled at his long dark hair, tugging his simple shirt open.
   Those last three months as a sailor on The Wandering Minstrel had gone well : the Captain was fair, the crew friendly enough, and it was an easy way to pay for the journey for someone without coin or connections. But the last few weeks had seemed very long to him. He grew restless thinking of the continent awaiting them, where he could finally switch from sailor to explorer.

   He studied the horizon for a moment, the sight bringing a smile to his face, then smoothly dropped from his perch, sliding down the mast to the deck.
   He had exchanged a few words with some of the other would-be explorers on the ship during the journey, but it was time to introduce himself as not just another sailor.
Taklinn Coalburner
player, 2 posts
Dwarf Ranger
Thu 4 Feb 2021
at 14:31
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Welcome to Von Arth! (IC THREAD)

Dwarves and sea voyages were about as good a match as a fish in a desert, and Taklinn was no exception. He had spent the first week retching his guts out, the second one learning to stand around without falling on the constantly swaying vessel, and the best part of the last two and a half months trying to restore his reputation among the crew. Fortunately, the liberal amounts of dwarven schnapps he had brought along had helped with both the seasickness and his standing with the sailors.

But as it often is, all good things must come to an end, and the young dwarf watched with a sigh as he emptied the last drop of brandy from his very last bottle into a cup that was way too small to drown his sorrow. Though full of pride for having survived this ordeal of a journey, he thought longingly of home, of his family, of the garrison he'd probably not see again for a long time. The captain's banter pulled him from his gloomy reverie, and he grinned at the extravagant sailor while holding up his cup.

"Aye, capt'n, just when me fzg'hart ran out, perfect timing! Now that I got used to this ship o'yers, I'm curious as to what me legs will do once we reach the shore. How long till we're here, dy'ou reckon?"
Hyacinth
player, 2 posts
Thu 4 Feb 2021
at 14:58
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Welcome to Von Arth! (IC THREAD)

While not part of the sailing crew in a proper sense this small and oddly plant based humanoid would never me mistaken for a laborer, as small as a halfling, and often more clumsy than a dwarf, she has however made herself useful as the ship's medic through the journey.  And a more comfortable journey it has been because of that.  Every member of the crew has at some point benefited from the amazing healing powers of the berries she makes, both for healing and supplementary nourishment.  Although not nearly enough to feed a crew of any size they do make a noticeable dent and have kept the usual dietary problems of long sea voyages from plaguing this crew or from spoiling the other sources of food.

This sort of rare and valuable features has made the crew, and captain quite happy to overlook some of her stranger idiosyncrasies.  When not actively engaged in the tiny amount of work she actually does she spends her days sunning herself on the deck of the ship, shifting from place to place to always be in the most direct light even if a sailor or two needs to step more carefully to walk over her small body.  At night she retires below decks to sleep on a bed of soft earth inside a medium sized shipping crate.  The only thing even remotely like clothing she has ever worn is a heavy set of interlinked pieces of bark and wooded vine that technically covers most of her body, but is no more solid or difficult to see her not quite anatomically correct body through than the suit of chainmail it seems to be styled after.
Tumenril Moonshadow
player, 2 posts
Elf Archer
Thu 4 Feb 2021
at 15:33
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Welcome to Von Arth! (IC THREAD)

Tumenril kept to his self through most of the voyage. He helped where needed, but for the most part left the sailing up to the crew. His work would start once they reached their destination. He said very little and when he did speak it was always in the Elven language. This seemed to confer a bit of superiority attitude to Tumenril, one which he didn't seem to want to dissuade. When not doing the few things he was willing to do to help out, he'd often bee seen on deck at practice with a strange two bladed scimitar. He seemed proficient in it, but looked as though he was still trying to master it. He also kept a bow near at hand and seemed more comfortable with it than the strange weapon he practiced with. Any who asked about the weapon received an icy glare and a sharp few words in Elvish that roughly translated to Mind Your Own Buisness though perhaps not as nicely put.


OOC: Tumernril can speak common (and you defiantly know he understands it), but chooses not to. I imagine he's a little more willing to speak to Solwyn, but still with a bit of disdain as he's not a full elf.
Teoshi
player, 2 posts
Thu 4 Feb 2021
at 15:40
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Welcome to Von Arth! (IC THREAD)

As for Teoshi, well, she had grown used to odd looks from folks on the mainland but here it was like all the other oddities aboard drew more attention than herself at least for appearance. After all she practically looked human, it was just the odd slit for pupils and forked tongue that gave away her otherness and those were easily distracted from. She spent most of her time aboard tending to minor injuries that occurred and when not performing any duties as such she would often be found sitting with Taklin and the sailors. She could put away the dwarven alcohol as good as any sailor and almost as good as Taklin himself, almost. Strong and well armed and armored she would certainly be an asset to the whole exploration party once they made land.
Braaka Nightseer
player, 2 posts
Orc Cleric of the Moon
Night holds no secrets
Thu 4 Feb 2021
at 19:06
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Re: Welcome to Von Arth! (IC THREAD)

Braaka had decided, after some time, that he liked sea journeys. He hadn't been sure at first, of course. The unusual, constant movement under him, the swaying causing walking to be hazardous, the initial retching....none of it had been pleasant, and he had kept to himself during that time so he didn't bite someone's head off.

But over time he had gotten used to the sea travel. While he was never going to be a sailor or pirate, he no longer hated it at least. For him, that was saying something.

He turned his head slightly to glower at the captain. But then he shrugged it off, literally, and shook his head. He wasn't afraid. He was...eager.

To no one in particular he muttered, "It'll be good to be on land again."
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