Ocean Journey

Pull out your pack and head on down to the Prancing Pony for some great Role Playing (try to stay in character)!

Postby Elentari » Sat Sep 23, 2000 1:50 am

Elentari drummed her fingers on the rough wood of the ill favoured bar as she waited for the interminably slow bartender to fetch her a small measure of OldWolfShank whiskey. She detested OldWolfShank, but it was nothing if not cheap and Elentari had only a few paltry bronze coins left in the world. She jingled them dispiritedly in her pocket and sighed. <BR><BR>"There you go, girlie." leered the sweaty pork pie of a barman as he plonked her evil smelling drink down in front of her. She downed it, trying her best to ignore the taste, smell and burning feeling. Apart from having no money she was utterly bored, having been hanging around this small seaport at the mouth of Harnen river in dreary South Gondor for far too long. How had she ended up in this s***hole? Well at least she'd had a job to begin with, waiting tables, but she'd had to leave that after the "unfortunate incident". She smiled bitterly. Honestly, he'd deserved what he'd got, lecherous old... <BR><BR>Her stomach churned from the OldWolfShank and in that moment she made her mind up. It was definitely time to get out of here, but where to go? Imladris? Mirkwood? Fangorn? Helms Deep? Or maybe Dale? She stood up, a smile dancing on her lips. No, these were well travelled places. She wanted somewhere new. She looked out of the window. A seagull screamed in the distance. The sea. A voyage, on a large ship. <BR><BR>Wrestling with her conscience a moment, she decided it wouldn't be a crime to steal one of the many pirates ships docked at the dreary port. In a way it was a great act of liberation... Well whatever, she definitely had to take one and get out of here. Then she realised something else. Looking around, she saw what she needed and ripped down a piece of parchment offering the services of some whore apparently called Naughty Nienna. Elentari carefully scratched some barely legible words on the back (she was almost illiterate) and pinned it to the wall with a broken knife she had, um, acquired, so to speak. She scowled at her scrappy notice. It didn't look particularly impressive:<BR><BR><b>"TRUSTWURTHY CREWE WANTD fOR VOYAGE OF DiSCOVEREY. ASK ELENTARi aT ROOM 4 QUAYSiDE iNN DWELLiNS. NO PiRATeS"</b>
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Postby Thengel » Sat Sep 23, 2000 5:03 am

Thengel edged forward along the outer wall of the Quayside Inn, trying very hard to look small and invisible. It was highly ironic, really.<BR><BR>The city guards probably weren't looking for him anymore (after all, it had only been an accident), but it was better safe than sorry.<BR><BR>He was peering at the piece of paper in his hands, trying to make out the room number when it vanished... <BR><BR>"Well what have we here ..." <BR><BR>Oh crap, it was Clothahump. Thengel knew that voice all too well. Spinning around quickly he stammered out a greeting "A good evening to you, Master. What brings you out so late". <BR><BR>"My fine young apprentice, I think the relevant question is what are YOU doing out so late. And in this hellhole of a neighbourhood, no less."<BR><BR>"I was out practicing my invisibilty spell, master." There, that was almost true, Thengel thought. This might be allright after all. His optimism was short-lived. <BR><BR>"Indeed", Clothahump replied, "You wouldn't happen to have been practicing near a local bar by the name of the Perforated Intestine by any chance".<BR><BR>"NO. I mean, no sir."<BR><BR>"Interesting. The bar owner and the city guard seem to think you were. Let me tell you what they think happened. It's a funny story, really. It seems that a small brawl broke out between a group of your friends and some sailors on shore leave. Unfortunately for your friends, a squad of the guard happened to be passing by at the time and entered the bar to bash some heads in and possibly even arrest some people. Now according to the guard (and this is the interesting bit), you were seen casting a spell at the time. And then EVERYONE disappeared. You, your friends, the sailors you were fighting, the guards, the other bar patrons, the ENTIRE ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE (78 in all), all turned invisible."<BR><BR>"Well as can imagine, chaos ensued. It took an hour and a half to get all of the people back to normal. And then of course, they came knocking on my door looking for you."<BR><BR><BR>Thengel did his best to look contrite (In truth he wasn't very good at it). "I am very sorry. I was just trying to save my friends from ..."<BR><BR>Clothahump cut him off, "Indeed you should be sorry, waking me up in the middle of the night. When are you going to learn some control over your spellcasting." He smiled slighty, "Still, an impressive display of power for one so young."<BR><BR>"Unfortunately, there is still the problem of what to do with you. The guards want to arrest you for assault. The magistrate has a sense of humour though, he will probably just have you flogged."<BR><BR>Thengel sputtered, "Just!" <BR><BR>Clothahump continued as if there had been no interruption, "The owner of the Perforated Intestine is rather more difficult, I am afraid. It seems that several enterprising souls took advantage of their new state to sneak down to the wine cellar, where they proceeded to conduct an impromptu wine-tasting competition. You know, I think managed to have a drink out of every single bottle. You do have to admire their dedication."<BR><BR>"What ARE we going to do with you?". Clothahump looked down at the piece of paper as if seeing it for the first time. "This is an excellent plan. Get out of town and broaden your horizons. The guards will forget about you soon enough and I will work on the saloon keeper. Here, take a few coins for expenses."<BR><BR>"Thank you, sir." Thengel replied quietly, though truthfully he was overjoyed at the knowledge he would eventually resume his training with Clothahump.<BR><BR><BR>"Good luck, Thengel." And then, as Thengel began to move away, Clothahump looked at the back of the message and said, "It was the captain of this crew you were looking for, wasn't it?<BR><BR><BR>"Of course, sir", Thengel replied sincerly. After all, there was such a thing as too much honesty.
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Postby Jon Goatleaf » Sat Sep 23, 2000 7:52 am

A dark man (dark of complexion, not of seeming), looked out over the savannas of Harondor to the North and the deserts of the Haradwaith to the South. All this way he had come, and now there was not much to see. Except for the fishing town a few miles to the West, on the Ethir Harnen.<BR><BR>Yes, that would have to do. The man looked down at his faithful mount, a small mumak laden with goods from the Far Harad and beyond. She was a good girl, and he did not want to part with her; but the lacals might get the wrong impression of him if he rode into town with her, taking him for one of the lawless desert nomads.<BR><BR>SLowly and carefully he dismounted, then began to unload goods off of the pachyderm. After about an hour had passed and the sun began to sink beneath the sea in the West, making the water shine and the sky ablaze with red flame, before the man was finished.<BR><BR>He loaded everything on his back (not much: a few carpets, jars of preserves, some unused scrolls) and, looking back to his faithful mount once, walked off to the port.
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Postby Elentari » Sat Sep 23, 2000 8:03 am

Elentari smirked as she leaned out to see who it was. <BR><BR>She had been lying on her bed, depressed, when she had overheard the beginning of the conversation through the open window and it had made her laugh, the first thing in the town to do so for days. She'd heard a rumour of the trouble at the Perforated Intestine, but had assumed it was exaggerated- if anything, it now seemed to have been underrated. When she had realised from the last words that the owner of the younger voice seemed to be looking for her, she grinned and got up. She waited until the crotchety one called Clothahump had moved away then hailed Thengel from the window.<BR><BR>"Hey! Is that my advert you've got there?"<BR><BR>He looked all around before realising where the shout had come from, then looked up at Elentari. His eyes took in her low cut top and long wild hair. Grinning, he replied<BR><BR>"I sure hope so!" Elentari returned the smile and asked;<BR><BR>"Was it pinned to the wall in an inn?"<BR><BR>"Yes!" he said enthusiastically<BR><BR>"With my address?"<BR><BR>"Yes!" <BR><BR>"So you want to crew a ship?"<BR><BR>"No, wait-Yes! The crewing! That's what I was talking about! What other advert? Crewing, uhuh, that's it. I don't even know who Naughty Nienna is. Boats. Voyages. That's me." He stammered.<BR>Elentari suppressed a laugh.<BR><BR>"Excellent, do you want to come up and talk about the voyage?" She asked. He suddenly looked worried.<BR><BR>"Oh. Yeah, I um don't think you'll want me."<BR><BR>"Why on earth not?" Frantically Thengel scanned Elentari's advert.<BR>"Um, I'm a pirate. It says no pirates." Elentari narrowed her eyes suspiciously and said angrily;<BR><BR>"You worthless piece of dirt! I wouldn't let you scrape dog crap from my shoes!" Thengel looked extremely confused and responded in an annoyed tone;<BR><BR>"What? I'm sorry, I thnk I'll leave now." He turned to go but the sound of Elentari giggling arrested his departure. "Oh what now, you stange woman?" he asked feeling rather foolish. She controlled herself and answered:<BR><BR>"You couldn't be any less a pirate if you were wearing a ballgown! No pirate would've tamely taken that insult. I thought you didn't seem like one. Come on, I like you, I think you'd be useful on the trip. Let's talk about it over a drink. Anywhere but the Perforated Intestine..."
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Postby Snowdog » Sat Sep 23, 2000 10:09 am

Having been residing at the <b>Quayside</b> for weeks, <b>Hamoor</b> was itchin'. Maybe it had to do with the fly crawling across his face as he slept, but the dream it interrupted caused him to jump up with a start. He stood and looked around, and the fly buzzed around and went out the open window from wence it came. He was still somewhat groggy from all the <b>Sleeping Maiden Porters</b> he drank at the bar the night before. He remembered bringing the Khandese slut to his room, but things got rather fuzzy after that. He then realized he really was itchin' from some dried up stuff on his legs. Waking further to a 'tap-tap-tap' on the door, he opened it to see who it was. There was nobody there. It was the seawind blowing down the open hall and causing the loose carved wooden number on his door to hit the door when a gust would come up. <b>Hamoor</b> thought to himself, "Old #3... you always had a way with me.... 3rd born, third ship, third man in on the raid... STOP! Dont think about it. But surely ..." A creaking door broke his thought. Out stepped a woman from #4 and she looked at him and smiled and giggled a bit before turning and walking toward the far opening next to #8. <b>Hamoor</b>watched her @ss wiggle as she walked, and smirked and nodded his head a bit. As she rounded the corner she looked back and smiled... he had been caught looking. But surely he had all the relief he could take last night... it was then he realized he didn't have any clothes on, and he quickly stepped back in his room. <b>Hamoor</b> you idiot! No wonder she was smiling! He looked around and realized his clothes were missing, as were his bag of coin, the last of his payment. "The bich robbed me." Mumbled <b>Hamoor</b>." He wrapped in a sheet, and he looked and still had his knife belt and boots, so he grabbed them and went out in the hall. A man was leaving #7 and was wearily going to shut the door when Hamoor clubbed him with his pearl knife handle. He caught the unconscience man as he fell and dragged him back into his room.He was about the right size so <b>Hamoor</b> took his clothes. The leather pants were a bit tight, but the loose fitting shirt was ok, except the sleeves were too small. <b>Hamoor</b> used his knife and cut the sleeves off, and figured it would have to do. He spotted a few gold coin on the floor so he picked them up and quietly left the room unseen.<BR><BR><b>Hamoor</b> came into the common room of the <b>Quayside</b> and ordered a strong Khand blend of hot coffee. He sat at the counter and looked around. He soon spotted the woman from the hall sitting and talking with another fellow. He watched and listened as his fine hearing was able to pick up a couple words here and there. It had to do with something about ships and the sea, so he immediatly became interested. Hamoor took his cup of coffee and got up and walked over th their table, and sat in an empty chair. They both stopped talking and looked at <b>Hamoor</b> as if he was intruding on a private conversation, which he was, so he said to them, <BR><BR><i>'Carry on and dont mind me, but your words carry and I heard the mention of the sea and of ships. Of these I could be a service if the price is right. I am <b>Hamoor of Andrast</b> and I much of ships and seas ahving lived most of my 33 years on or near them. So please carry on if you wish."</i><BR><BR><b>Hamoor</b> thought the intro was sufficient. Though it was true, he left many details out that will wait until they either accept or not his offer, and whether they could be trusted. These things will remain to be seen.
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Postby erinhue » Sat Sep 23, 2000 10:40 am

<i>"Yes that's the address."</i> the tall stranger whispered to himself and watched the activity at the doorway. Pale moonlight reflected from his too pale skin and glittered faintly in his long silver hair. The guard had laid traps for him before, but if this was a true offer, well wait and see.<BR><b>Leander</b>, late of Belfalas, late of Minas Tirith, late of a lot of places, pulled one of the sharp serpent's tooth daggers strapped to his arm, and used the point to pick at his silver thumbnail.<BR><i>"Yes, they have laid traps for me before, we shall just wait and see."</i>
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Postby theblack » Sat Sep 23, 2000 3:27 pm

<b>Knock, Knock</b><BR>Telmar the Black hammered on the door of the inn and then promptly walked on in. He looked around the room before asking in a loud voice, "Who put the advert asking for crew on the wall?"<BR>"Oh, that was me", replied a woman sat with a group of dangerous looking men, "Are you interested?"<BR>"That depends," he replied, "What's in it for me? I've already got money and women. What I'm looking for is some excitement. If there's going to be excitement and danger then you can count me in, otherwise I'm off."<BR>He turned as if to walk out of the room then stopped and looked back, "Well, should I stay or not?"
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Postby Genuvere » Sat Sep 23, 2000 11:49 pm

Genuvere walked up to the table with the men and woman and she poured a refill of coffee for one of the men, and served the ordered drinks to the others. As she started to walk away, this guy came up to the table bragging about himself and asked this woman if he should stay or go. Genuvere leaned over to him and said, "If you stay, order a drink, otherwise go." <BR><BR>Genuvere had heard some of what they were talking about, and she thought about her lafe after running out on her wedding in Rohan. He had searched through Gondor for her, but she knew it would be no real marriage, just slavery to the jerk. He had come close to finding her, so she had to head to this rough bordertown. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he came here looking. Maybe she could find out more of what is going on at that table.
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Postby Elentari » Sat Sep 23, 2000 11:56 pm

"if it's adventure you want you should certainly stay. Most of the sea out where I plan to sail is uncharted terrietory- I've no idea what we may encounter." Elentari told the wary stranger. "But we may not want you- who are you and what is your history?" He bowed couteously<BR>"Forgive me lady" he said, letting just a hint of irony tinge his polite speech "I am <b>Telmar</b> The Black and my history is a long and twisting one. But if you intend to take these ill-favoured charaters with you I am certainly worthy."<BR><BR><b>Hamoor</b> looked <b>Telmar</b> up and down with a sneer.<BR><BR>"Well you looks soft to me. But appearances can be deceptive." he grinned knowingly at Elentari and Thengel "This lad don't look to be up to much now do he? But he certainly can protect a wench from an innocent slap to the backside." <b>Thengel</b> looked slightly embarrassed but Elentari frowned at Hamoor and said<BR><BR>"He was quite right! Though I could have protected my own honour. Honestly, you should have seen what happened to that guy last week."<BR>Hamoor didn't look in the least bit repentant, but the conversation was suddenly broken up by an unknown group of travellers entering the inn.
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Postby Elentari » Sat Sep 23, 2000 11:59 pm

With the travellers came a pretty rather tense looking woman. She appeared to be listening to the conversation at Elentari's table. Elentari was pleased; it'd be nice to have some female company on the voyage. Besides the woman had a hunted, though defiant look and Elentari felt pity for her. But she decided to wait and see if the woman would pluck up the courage to introduce herself.
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Postby Genuvere » Sun Sep 24, 2000 12:16 am

Genuvere brought the newest man at the table a drink and she decided to speak, "If it is secercy you all want, you have blown it. your voices carry much in this near empty common room. I hear talk of seas and sailing. If that be it, I want in on it." She said this in haste because she had seen one of the servants of Rohc come in the door looking. They got here way too soon! Genuvere sat at the now crowded table and tried to hide her face. But her long blonde hair stuck out obviously in these parts, so she knew he would find her. She whispered to the woman at the table, but all there could hear her. <BR>"I am Genuvere, up to now a serving wench, but that guy who just walked in will ask questions, and he i shere for me, so I would appreciate it if you all would cover for me if asked?"<BR>Hamoor got up and walked nonchalantly toward the man. As expected, he asked him about a woman, <BR>" So sir, have you seen a woman with long blonde hair and blue/gray eyes, as tall as you and, well, of fine womanly form?" <BR>Hamoor answered, "Yep, sure did, and she is sitting right over at that table."
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Postby Snowdog » Sun Sep 24, 2000 12:29 am

As the man looked over and saw her trying to hide he started toward the table, but <b>Hamoor</b> grabbed his forehead from behind and slammed him in the base of the neck with his knife and twisted. His blood and brain spilled out as the knife was retracted and the man fell like a ragdoll. <b>Hamoor</b> walked back to the table and picked up his coffee cup and drained it. <BR><BR><i>"He will not bother you anymore lady. Now, about this sea voyage. I know of a ship, once used by the Cosairs of Umbar. It can be had rather easily. I know ships and I know the sea. I have charts and I have navigational equipment. If you want to arrange getting it, let me know. I figure it will be a couple hours before the constable of this town wakes up and is notified of a murder, so I need to be on my way. If you are interested, you will find me at the Belair Docks. I'll see you coming. If you care not, I will be on my way alone I guess."</i><BR><BR>Hamoor threw down three gold coins for payment of his and the other's drinks and started for the door.
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Postby Jon Goatleaf » Sun Sep 24, 2000 6:35 am

The dark man from the far South entered the inn, approaching the table of Elentari.<BR><BR>"Madam," he addressed the woman quietly, "I have noted an advertisment... one for crew members for a ship. Was this yours?"<BR><BR>"Yes, I believe it was..." Elentari replied. "Why?"<BR><BR>The man bowed deeply. As he straightened himself he said, "I am Ji Amaav III, a merchant of the faraway land of Mumakan. I wish to join your crew."
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Postby erinhue » Sun Sep 24, 2000 6:52 am

There was no more to see from his vantage point and curiosity soon got the better of him. <b>Leander</b> crossed the street leaving the sanctity of his dark alleyway and went to the tavern. Kicking open the door, as was his habbit, he went directly to the crowded bar. Grabbing one of the patrons by the collar, he jerked the man back from the polished oak bar and tosses him aside, taking his place at the bar.<BR><BR>At the first hint of protest, Leander smashed his gloved fist backward in an almost casual manner and broke the man's nose. A growling glare silenced all other complaints. He banged a fist down on the bar's stained surface and demanded a bottle of Old Seadog.<BR><BR>Temporarily content, Leander manuvered himself to the end of the bar where he might better observe the goings on at a particularly active table. People eyed the daggers strapped to his arms and peeking from his boot tops, the huge sword strapped to his back and the muscles straining at his black leather outfit that said he knew well how to use such a weapon, and jumped to get out of his way.
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Postby Elentari » Sun Sep 24, 2000 9:37 am

<b>Elentari</b> was furious. She shouted at <b>Hamoor</b>'s back as he strolled out of the inn.<BR>"Hamoor! What the fuc£ do you think you're doing! That was murder! You didn't have to do that!" He ignored her and continued on his way. <b>Genuvere</b> bit her lip and stared at the floor. She spoke in a quiet voice.<BR>"I think... it was better, that he die. They don't give up, they are truly ruthless. If he had caught me... Well, you don't know what they're like." <b>Elentari</b> frowned and nodded her agreement but muttered under her breath that she still didn't see why he had to do it like that. A dark, rather handsome southerner approached the table and introduced himself as <b>Ji Amaav</b>, wishing to join the crew. <b>Elentari</b> looked him up and down and decided she liked what she saw; he had a quietly confident, capable manner and looked to be physically suited to the hardships of a long voyage. <b>Telmar</b> eyed him distrustfully and asked<BR>"What are your reasons for joining this crew? Most here either seek adventure or are fleeing their past." <b>Ji Amreev</b> bowed and replied <BR>"My reasons are my own, good sir. I have travelled far and seek simply to go further. I hope this suffices as explanation." <b>Telmar</b> was about to argue when a small scuffle at the bar disturbed them. A strong, hard looking man had just arrived and had roughly cleared a place for himself at the bar. He was strapped all over with dangerous weapons and looked very fierce. <b>Genuvere</b> stared at him with wide eyes; he was very impressive to look upon but Elentari disapproved of the wanton violence. He seemed to her a rather nasty character. Before Telmar could start on Ji Amreev again, Elentari asked the whole group<BR>"Well? What does everyone think of Hamoor's offer? I must confess my plan was to hijack a vessle but this seems an easier option if he has one prepared. Shall we meet him at Belair docks?"
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Postby Genuvere » Sun Sep 24, 2000 10:05 am

Genuvere had quickly had two of the Quayside servants dispose of the body in the garbage burn pit out back. She was relieved he was dead, for he was one of the worst. But she knew there would be more, so she decided to do one last gig and quit this place and join the people who were planning a voyage. Genuvere watched as the crowds gathered in the inn's common room, and a bit of a scuffle occured at the bar. It was fairly typical at this seaport town bordering on the two distinct worlds of north and south, east and west. The music started for the day and Genuvere knew she would be caled upon by the owner to do her magic. She told him she had a new job now but would give his patrons what they wished to see. Genuvere then told Elentari that they should at least check out what Hamoor had to offer. She then went to the elevated platform and removed her servant attire and signalled the musican to play her song. She grabbed the pole and started to dance.
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Postby Jon Goatleaf » Sun Sep 24, 2000 11:39 am

<b>Amaav</b> groaned at the antics of his new companions. "I climb the Yellow Mountains, ford the rushing Siresha, cross the Haradwaith desert, and for what?" He shook his head, folded his arms, and waited for the others to calm down.<BR><BR>When they did he nodded to Elentari. "I have some objects of value, perhaps they could go toward buying a ship. A golden statuette of Lord Ji Aldur of Mumakan, a portrait of King Haruth Ramam of Tul Harar, a helmet once belonging to Sangahyando of Umbar..."
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Postby Genuvere » Sun Sep 24, 2000 11:54 am

(ooc- sorry jon, I'll stop it.<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>With the dance over and the money collected, Genuvere jumped off the stage and dissappeared into the back room, and soon re-appeared in grey leathers and a bundle. She was ready to leave this place. She approached Elentari and said, "I will go and see what Hamoor has to offer, and if it is even worthy. You may wish to see if any more answer your Naughty N... yea, I mean seaman recruiting ad. Or there may be some at the docks who will join." And Genuvere pulled back her hair and tied it in a ponytail, and made ready to leave the Quayside for the last time.
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Postby Snowdog » Sun Sep 24, 2000 1:11 pm

Hamoor came and looked over the ship he so proudly boasted of. Yes, it was seaworthy, but the sails were shot and the deck was mossy. He went in the bridge and looked around at its condition. Yes the sextant was still intact, but the charts were rotted. He remembered from his last job the way south, but he never been to the great eastern sea that was rumored. He would have to visit the old coot Vegas. yes, he wondered if any would join him or find a better vessel.
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Postby erinhue » Sun Sep 24, 2000 1:18 pm

<b>Leander</b> leaned against the bar and watched the antics at the table. If this was a trap the guard had lowered their standards considerably.<BR><BR>Using his one true talent, Leander receeded into the crowd when certain gentlemen came and went. When the serving wench stopped dancing, he wrapped his silver nailed fingers around the neck of his bottle and walked up to the woman at the head of the table.<BR><BR><i>"What makes you think a prostitute can captain a seafaring venture?"</i><BR><BR>Elentari stared at the intruder. Bone white skin with an old man's hair and even older eyes. Something elfish, she decided with a quick glance at his ears, maybe half elven out of Rivendell. She dropped her assesment and snapped <i>"I am not a prostitute."</i><BR><BR><i>"More's the pity."</i> Leander drawled.<BR><i>"I am not this Naughty Nienna person."</i><BR><i>"I know, Nienna's pretty."</i><BR>Flustered, but determined not to let him see it, Elentari spoke in a tone of frosted dismissal.<BR><i>"The offer is genuine, unless you have a problem accepting a woman as captain?"</i><BR><BR><i>"As a matter of fact I do have a rather serious problem with that."</i> He set the bottle down on the table. <i>"Give me your hand.</i> he said and grabbed Elentari's right arm by the wrist.<BR><BR>Before she could even react, Leander had a serpent's tooth dagger in his other hand and scratched the point across her palm smearing her hand with blood as she jerked away.<BR><BR>Leander calmly took the dagger and sliced the flesh of his own right palm and held his bleeding hand out to the momentarily stunned Elentari.<BR><BR>Thengel leaned in close to her and said <i>"Take his hand."</i><BR>When Elentari hesitated, Thengel nudged her and urged, <i>"Take his hand and count to five."</i><BR><BR>Elentari extended her hand. Leander grabbed it up in his and squeezed tight for a full five seconds. When he finally released her hand, he picked up his bottle, turned and walked away.<BR><BR><i>"You will see me again."</i>his voice rumbled as he melted into the crowd.<BR><BR>
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Postby Elentari » Mon Sep 25, 2000 1:23 am

Gazing in shock at her bleeding hand Elentari spoke.<BR>"Thengel, you better have a damn good reason for encouraging that! I hate this man, not for what he just did, but his whole attitude reeks of misogynistic temper and bitterness. I have a good sense for danger and he is surrounded by it. Nevertheless-" she paused "And I may regret this- but I think he would be useful. This will be a tough trip, we need people who can look after themselves." She licked her oozing hand and winced. "He has nothing if not courage. Still I shan't search for him- he can find us himself, though I won't be heartbroken if he does not." She looked around at her companions. Telmar nodded<BR><BR>"I agree, but had we not better get out of here? Hamoor's disposal of that threat may have been deserved, but news will travel." Amaav stood up.<BR><BR>"Let's get going then. If this- <i>lady</i> Genuvere has put her clothes back on, I see no reason not to depart immediately for Belair docks. Everyone agreed with that so they rose and strode out of the inn, heading for the docks.
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Postby erinhue » Mon Sep 25, 2000 6:18 am

As they walked Thengel offered an explaination.<BR>"That man is one of the El Al'Loth. I thought they were a myth sprung up after the fall of the Evil One. They only answer to one of their own. I suppose that is what that hand business was about. If what I've heard is true every thing you thought about him is true and then again it isn't. And you are right, he can take care of himself."<BR><BR>(OOC Lady Elentari I am deeply sorry if I hurt you, but with Leander there really isn't any other way.)
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Postby Genuvere » Mon Sep 25, 2000 8:58 am

Genuvere was ready to go and she she snorted at Elentari as she heard the inflection in her voice. Genuvere said "Sometimes desparate things need to be done during desparate times, and so it was. Lets go, I know the way to these docks hamoor talked of." And they headed out the door of the Quayside and Genuvere never looked back.
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Postby Tempest » Mon Sep 25, 2000 9:24 am

Before Hamoor had departed from the ship, he felt a dark presence behind him. Turning, he could see Furia's eyes shining from the darkness of the deck. Light bounced off the knife she held in her hand. <i>"What are you doing here snopping around, Harmoor!"</i> the pirate hissed. <i>"Looking to steal my ship?"</i><BR><BR><i>"I didn't know this ship was owned by you."</i><BR><BR><i>"Well, it is now! You best be gone before I lose my temper!"</i><BR><BR>Hamoor studied her for a moment.<i> "I didn't know you were back in these parts. I heard that you and your crew had..."</i> He stopped short as she advanced toward him.<BR><BR>Her eyes were deadly now. <i>"What do you want with this ship? Are you planning a voyage of some sort? Far away from here?"</i>
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Sep 25, 2000 9:38 am

Hamoor looked at the eyes and recognized Furia, and he didn't really want to fight right now, for he had done his killing for now. She remembered her as having an ill temper, but she was true to herself. Hamoor said, <BR><BR><i>"Yea, somewhere far from here, and nowhere in particular. I may have taken up with a mixed lot of folk who are lookin' to leave, anfd a ship is needed. I remembered this one long sat here, and is barely seaworthy is it had sails. I know not what they have in mind. The whole thing seems to be the brainstorm odf a fiery dark-haired woman."</i><BR><BR>Looking away from her, he said after a wait, <BR><BR><i>"Have you seen vegas since your return? Her wil know of what I need."</i><BR><BR>Looking up the shore, there came a mixed lot of folk heading down to the docks. <i>"Shall I say we have a ship? Or do I go look for another? For here they come now."</i>
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Postby Tempest » Mon Sep 25, 2000 11:31 am

Furia turned her eyes to the dock and examined the individuals coming toward them. Suddenly, she laughed outloud, <i>"Well, this ship is seaworthy enough, but I don't know about that crew!"</i> She tucked her knife back into her belt and stood on the edge of the ship's wooden deck. <i>"Take the ship; I can always find another. Besides, I'm in a good humor today."</i> Then her grey eyes darkened again. <i>"I have not seen Vegas since I returned, but I was heading that way after inspecting this ship. For what purpose do you seek her?"</i> <BR><BR>He was silent and she didn't press him. She watched the approaching party with amusement, then sprang from her position onto the dock and waited for him to follow.
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Postby theblack » Mon Sep 25, 2000 1:41 pm

<b>Telmar</b> surveyed the dilapidated ship with a frown.<BR>"Are you sure this wreck is seaworthy?" he asked <b>Hamoor</b>, "It looks like it's about to fall apart."<BR>"It'll make it." replied Hamoor, "If I know the owner, it'll be more than it seems to be."<BR>"Looks like we're going for a sail then." said <b>Telmar</b>, "You will need a wizard when the going gets tough and I'm of a mind to accompany you. Thats if nobody objects?"
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Sep 25, 2000 5:06 pm

Hamoor didn't jump off the boat after Furia, instead, he grabbed an iron hook that used to have a rope on it and said, <BR><BR><i>"I want to really check this ship out for we may need to do the honorable thing and actually buy a decent boat."</i> <BR><BR>Hamoor went below deck and one could hear a 'tap-tap tap' now and then. Hamoor was checking the condition of the lower timbers, and the overall condition of the ship. It was made with good quality timber, but its neglect had been cruel to it. The beam was solid, and the iron bow ram was intact, but ws rustred considerably below the waterline. There was seepage in the bow timbers where the iron ram was bolted, but it was still solid. One thing was for sure, the Black Numenorians of Umbar really knew their shipbuilding of old, and the secrets of Numenor were built into this old ship. It passed Hamoor's inspection bwlow decks, and now the hard part came. <BR><BR>Emerging from below deck into the bright sun, Hamoor shielded his eyes as he eyed the three main masts. The main mast had a peg ladder to the crows nest so he climbed it and stood in the nest and looked around. He could see a few somewhat rotted areas of the deck, but they could be tarred as the woo was thick. Climbing down after inspecting the masts, Hamoor nodded his head in satisfaction, and then went to the stern. He yelled at nobody in particular, but noticed that the others were standing on the fore deck. <BR><BR><i>"Hey! can someone go into the wheelhouse and give the wheel a few good turns each way!"</i><BR><BR>Genuvere jumped at the chance, maybe she was the only one who heard him, and she went in and gave the wheel first a spin to the right, then to the left. Hamoor could see the turbulance from the moving rudder, and knew it was working. How well he did not know, so he removed his shirt and boots and knife belt and dove over the starboard side. He swam around toward the stern and then dove under the water. After some time, he came up to see Genuvere, Elentari, and Telmar peering over the side at him. Hamoor said as he got his breath, <BR><BR><i>"One minute."</i> <BR><BR>and Hamoor went down again. This time he came up on the starboard side and swam along the ships waterline, diving under several times along the way, and finally he came up at the bow. Hamoor now did not have a satisfied look on his face. and he yelled up to Ji Amaav to throw him a rope. Ji Amaav replied, <BR><BR><i>"There is no rope worthy here, all are rotted."</i><BR><BR>Hamoor nodded, figuring as much.<BR><BR><i>"Very well then."</i><BR><BR>Hamoor found the rusty chain to the anchoor and he worked at climbing up it, finally coming to the rail and he pulled and threw himself over. Silently he walked the deck and looked over the rotted areas, and finally came to where his shirt, belt, and bootswere. Putting them on he said,<BR><BR><i>"This ship had seen some action. It had rammed something or things considerable and the ram is rusted away below the waterline where it was bent, and the lower part has fallen to the seabottom. The beam is still pretty good, but the bolts below waterline are sheared and rusted away. If we dont need to ram anything, it will be in good shape."</i><BR><BR>Hamoor noted that sails, ropes,a new anchor chain, and other supplies would be needed, and he started to think of how much he could call in from Vegas. The old bat usually drove a hard bargain, but she owed him.<BR><BR>Elentari called everyone to the foredeck and hamoor assumed she was going to decide if this ship was worth it.
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Postby erinhue » Mon Sep 25, 2000 8:51 pm

<b>Leander</b> decided the unorthodox recruiter was no trap. Those people wore the scent of desperation like rank perfume. His own situation was not much more comforting. He had already been in this part of the world for too long a time.<BR><BR>Desperation often made for hasty choices and he waited in the shadows outside the tavern to watch. It took them longer than he had expected to leave and if they had any hopes of sneaking out of town, well they really couldn't have such hopes the way they were acting. Better that he hadn't been with them.<BR><BR>If they were leaving by sea, there was only one dock such a rag tag crew could be headed for. The one who left first the really dirty one, was somewhat familiar, or perhaps it was mearly that all such men looked and often smelled, alike.
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Postby Elentari » Mon Sep 25, 2000 11:39 pm

Elentari grimaced. <BR>"I suppose it'll have to do." Telmar, Elentari and Amaav had been to the aft quarter lockers where the sails were unwisely stowed in damp conditions. "Telmar, I know little of magic, is it possible for a wizard to perform some sort of regenerative spell on these worn and mildewy sails?" Telmar bowed for answer and stepped back a pace. His eyes rolled back in his head disturbingly and he spoke words that no-one there knew, though they sounded to Amaav like a corrupted form of ancient Southern tongues. Elentari examined the sails, which were warm to touch, and grinned<BR><BR>"Excellent! Can you do this to everything?" Telmar was panting slightly for breath.<BR><BR>"Alas, no. The regeneration spell is one of the most energy expanding of all. Besides, it works not if things are extremely coroded, like the ropes, and can only be used on organic matter, hence I cannot repair the rusted iron work." <BR><BR>"Oh." Elentari frowned. "Well at least we now have a full set of sails. We had best go see how Hamoor got on with his inspection of the main hull and steerage. The foremast looked rather rotted to me, but we shall see." <BR>They went back up on deck and looked around. There was no sign of Hamoor. A tough, surly looking woman who had been leaning on a mooring post on the dock observing proceedings, nodded toward the stern of the vessle. The three peered over just as Hamoor surfaced. After he climbed aboard using an anchor chain quite orange with rust, he stood before them, dripping water everywhere, and reported his findings of the ship. It seemed he knew an old woman who would be able to help them out. <BR> Elentari called everyone together.<BR><BR>"Well, it is far from perfect. But then so are we, so I have decided we should take this vessle. Any objections?" The edge in her voice warned everyone to keep quiet, though Genuvere privately had her doubts. "Telmar here has fixed the sails, but can do no more. Hamoor? When can you get to this person you spoke of? I believe Amaav may be of help with the payment?" The dark man nodded his aquiescence. Elentari continued;<BR>"Right, I believe that's everything. I was planning to head East; the seas are uncharted which should suit the aims of most of us. One question- are there enough of us to manage this ship? She is not huge and I think it may be possible to rig her in such a way that we don't need too many hands. Possibly Telmar and Thengel can aid us in this area." Elentari wondered if the man from the El Al'Loth would show up before they left. She had to admit a certain degree of curiosity. <BR><BR>"I say we actually depart in two days time, is that agreeable to everyone?"
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