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 Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:18 pm
Varro gave a light nod to Lili's first question; it was drenched in acceptance.
"Sailed through that hellhole all the way back to Strata, just to throw himself on a sword. But," he pointed a finger at no one in particular, "not before he gave us these memories. Luckily for us, Marco's knowledge didn't die with him. And that's why we're going to be the group to finally crack that cove."
But indeed, he was getting ahead of himself. As he waited for an answer, that dreaded chill embraced him once again, kissing at the nape of his neck, and- vanished.
"I think that's something we can all agree on." he beamed gratitude back in her direction. Indeed, good and evil was a gray area, a construct built on the most fragile of soil.
But the simple fact of the matter is that this seemed to be a creature concerned with nothing but making life and miserable, inconvenient, and dangerous as possible to everything else around it.
And that simply wouldn't do.
Her final question caused his eyes to go wide for a moment, and then, like someone looking to a bright like, to narrow quickly in thought.
He was fairly sure he could be completely blunt with the situation to the mage, and the orc almost definitely wouldn't care. This woman, however had an air of righteousness. And thus, being vague was somewhat necessary.
"I..." he started,tapping a finger as he tried to find the words. 'Well, as I'm sure you've gathered, I don't exactly age like normal people." he laughed. "I've been on this world a little over one hundred years. I didn't think I'd make it thirty. I've done...things,", he glossed over the details, "to prolong my life. Things that I refuse to do any longer. This will result in my death in about seven days."
He gestured to the Eye of Arash. "As our little friend here showed us, there is the same glowing mass on each of the creatures present. I've seen this mass before. And if it's what I think it is," he shot each of the travelers a determined smirk, "I might be able to prolong my life beyond anything I ever thought possible, before. And then, maybe I can stop trying to focus on not dying..."
He extinguished the cigarette.
"And start focusing on living."
The room went silent, until the orc at last broke it.
Varro let out a hearty cackle in response to the orc, nodding slow and deliberately; all large gestures designed to show his overwhelming, overt approval. "I am glad." he spoke simply. "This will be the best fight of your life. There will be great amounts of glory. And lots of blood"
In all lot of ways, he really loved working with orcs. They were beyond easy fiercely loyal, even more fiercely armed, and, although their intelligence was greatly limited, they followed directions to the letter-- as long as there weren't too many letters, of course.
As the orc turned quickly to the mage, all eyes in the room fell upon him as well. He was still adjusting to the light, his dilated pupils staring wide and alert.
He didn't know much about the mage, yet. The fellow was enigmatic, but, if anything, was a trooper. Quiet, refined, didn't complain once the entire time, and had a wonderful taste in liquor. There was essentially nothing to dislike.
"I'm glad you'll be accompanying us." he smiled warmly, opening up a bit. "I know we might not be the type you're used to Toneldren. But I'm glad you're looking past that. And I must say, friend," he chuckled, "you're bolder than you let on."
It was really a wonder how little he knew about this fellow in comparison to the other two. The thought began to itch at his head and it dawned on him that he really didn't have a clue what kind of magic the man even practiced. "Toneldren," he added, before continuing to his farewell. "I don't mean to pry, friend. But in the interest of...cohesion. What exactly do you do?" he gestured with an outward, upward sweep of his hand, indicating a spell being cast.
In response to the last question, he addressed the entire group, sitting up straight to attempt the best he could at being authoritative. Although quite adept in matters of conversation, working with groups wasn't something he was too used to. "I've got an incredible captain. Bit of an odd fellow, but I think you'll approve. He has in his possession a vessel built to navigate those waters. Her name is the Galestrider. We'll be leaving tomorrow, at two in the afternoon. Don't worry about food, I'll provi..." he paused, staring at the orc, who had finished tearing throw twelve pounds of meat in a few minutes. "Err... Well, I'm pretty sure I'll provide, anyway. You'll just have to obtain your arms. Though," he addressed the group, which was effectively armed to the teeth, "it seems you've already got that one covered."
"Rest well, everyone." he bid them all. "I have a feeling we'll need it."
(OOC Note: If you have any additional questions/interactions you'd like to go ahead with right now, with each other outside or with Varro feel free. When everyone's essentially finished, I'll post once more, completing the post cycle. I'll kick off the 2:00 PM post at the docks of Strata.)
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:46 pm
The mage didnt look up as one hand still rest against his head, eyes shut, rubbing his temples with the thumb and middle finger as he tried to dispell the nausea and ease his nerves.
Tomorrow I will be setting off on a journey into the unknown. It will be wet, presumably cold, possible noisy, and certainly dangerous.
A soft smile crept up onto his lips as Varro complimented him.
"Thank you but, some of you come rather close to what I'm use to, such as this fine example of a warrior right here," he indicated the orc, where he certainly did not need to witness first hand what Erashnak was capable of in order to have a good understanding by the way he carried himself - and his weapon. As for what he meant by it, that would be answered along with the question of what exactly he did for a living.
"I have no occupation. I neither have any interest to waste away in the academy, nor do I have any interest in a military life as to join a militia like the one in Kurne," of course, they wouldnt really know what he was talking about. Just names of places.
"A common term for my unemployed occupation would be an adventurer, and what I do exactly is usually to act as the sole voice of reason and logic in a group, though I dont think that would be the case here with your well of information available," he nodded towards Varro.
Based on his own experiences, Toneldren quickly noticed a pattern where many a man he worked with tended to believe themselves invincible and had to be reminded that sometimes retreat was the better part of valor.
"I also possess skills that supplement those of others I work with..." he paused for a moment before adding, "A non-combatant."
It wasnt surprising. He wasnt particulary strong or quick, and though he was healthy, he wasnt at all athletic.
He pushed his chair out a little as he got up and took up his staff.
"I will see you all tomorrow then," he said as he bid his farewell, awkwardly adding as he didnt actually know that much about anyone else, "It was nice to meet you all."
I will be busy making preparations this night, for we leave tomorrow. I should pick up more parchment tomorrow before we leave, for I have a feeling I will need it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 9:21 pm
“I am truly sorry,” Liliana spoke softly. She had hoped the images seen by his friend were not the images from a dead friend. At least the man had given them vital information before he passed.
They all agreed that the creature needed to die. If she had known this group of men any better she would have beamed with pride, but she didn’t know them well so she looked at each of them to remember this moment. If they came out alive, which she was keeping a positive mind that they would, she wanted to recall the men that looked danger in the face. Though, she was horrified to understand the true purpose behind this quest. Varro had seven days to live. That moment of pride was wiped off her face with the thought that his life held in the balance of each one of them. Silence ensued after Varro imparted such knowledge upon each of them. She didn’t know what the other two thought of this, but she knew that she couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t try her hardest to help this man.
The moment was gone, but the silence was saved when Varro asked the magician a question. All eyes turned towards him. She didn’t know too much about him or what he offered. He appeared to be very intelligent. That was the only thing she understood about him. As he explained his lack of skills as a non-combatant she gained a new understanding about him. As he finished he bid his farewell. It was a pleasure meeting you as well,” she told the mage.
She stood, about to leave as the mage had done, but she reached for the wine that he had been sipping on. She poured everyone a glass, except for the magician (unless he decided to stay for this moment). “I think we should have a toast to this adventure,” she told them. “No matter how small or large this expedition shall be I fear we will see more than most men or women, but in the very least we will enjoy every moment of it, and I hope we can gain the knowledge you seek in the end,” she turned towards Varro as she finished the end of her sentence. After a few sips of the smooth, refined wine she put her glass down. “Goodnight,” she said her own farewell to them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 10:55 pm
Erashnak listened as Varro spoke. Although his attention remained on the Mage. It wasn't long before his head turned and focused on Varro again. Smiling slightly, he took the weapon off of his shoulder, and pushed it forward. Hoping that Varro would get the message, and take it from him. Once it had arrived in his hand, Erashnak began stripping off his armor. Leaving him in nothing but the leather that covered the bottom half of his body. Revealing even more muscle as he removed it, showing his strength, and of course the occasional scar.
"Erashnak fite witoutz hiz armr nd wepn." This was all that escaped his mouth, before a loud laughter bellowed from him. Almost shaking everything around him, and causing quite the ruckus.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 1:51 am
OOC Note: Ghostin' KB as he asked. " It was nice to meet you all." "You too, friend!" Varro smiled, calling after the mage. "Take care!"
"Interesting fellow." he spoke to no one in particular, arching an eyebrow. He still wasn't quite sure what to expect. Supplementary magic catered to all corners of the arcane schools and, evidently, Toneldren was the type to unveil his powers in the heat of he moment, a fact both wonderfully enticing and horribly unsettling.
Not that Varro wasn't doing the same thing to everyone here.
No matter what, time would reveal all. Their abilities, what lied deep within the cove, whether that glow was what he assumed it was-
And the fate of his own life.
His muse was broken by the orc's weighty club sliding two inches away from his face, causing him to jerk back in surprise for a moment. He quickly came back to reality, giving him yet another hard nod. "You know what is best for you." he conceded. "I trust your choice." If there was one thing orcs had, it was bodily intuition. He'd witnessed several dozen fights involving them through the eye, and if there was one thing he was sure of in this world, it's that an orc never went into battle with the wrong weapon.
It didn't hurt that their bodies essentially were weapons, either.
"Be strong, friend!" Varro called after the orc, who was now exiting, bare chested, onto the cold streets of Strata.
His attention shifted once more, this time to the young woman before him. Ever courteous, as was her nature, he could now add 'quite intuitive' to her positive traits, as she had succeeded in picking out his favorite bottle of wine.
Toasting glasses with her, he raised his in the air. "And here's to..." he grasped for a nice phrase, his eyes darting about the room, only to settle on Toneldren's empty goblet. "Here's to hopefully not growing a third arm when Toneldren raises his staff." he teased, drinking his glass in one, fluid gulp. "And here's to kicking him in the rear with it if he does." Varro filled the room with yet another peal of laughter. His mood was light, proud, excited. And it certainly wasn't the wine doing it.
But if anything, it was fleeting. For as he bid farewell to the young woman, and sat alone, listening to the midnight bells of Strata, an all too familiar sensation invaded his mind once more.
Putting it nicely, the sensation was remarkably similar to being hit by a train.
An explosion of colors in his eyes was followed by a terrific pain in his chest, causing him to double over, knocking the chair to the ground with a loud crash. A dull beeping began to invade his mind, which became louder and swelled slowly to a screeching, horrific crescendo, causing a pained, convulsing Varro to dig his fingers into his temples, grunting loudly. The horrible experience culminated in, ironically enough, silence, as the sensations slowly faded, leaving him wearily panting on the ground.
It was a good ten minutes before a shaken Varro pulled himself up with the table, leaning against it for support. Two shaky hands messily poured red wine into the three nearby cups, which he quickly gulped down before plopping down into the next chair over, utterly exhausted.
"Well, old boy." he talked to himself, sighing as he craned his head back. "On the bright side, you're looking looking at six more of those."
It was the weakest laugh he'd produced all night.
And the shittiest he'd felt all year.
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The Docks of Strata, 1:45 PM
The docks were busy with men bustling to go absolutely nowhere.
It was overall a poor day to go sailing. Though the sky was fairly cloudy, bright, and sunny, the wind was far heavier than usual. A relatively high humidity resulted in a situation that was less than ideal to embark on a voyage. When it rained in these regions, it poured, and what resulted was an enormous bustle as merchants faced with potential days stuck in a city kept indoors raced to the market to peddle off as many goods as possible to attempt to compensate.
It was a bad day to be a ship owner.
...Unless you owned the Galestrider.
To call her a large ship would be a lie. Her capacity to comfortably house more than 12 or so people was doubtful at best.
To call her a powerful ship would be an understatement.
Devoid of anything resembling sails, the ship was propelled by a large motor, which consumed over 50% of the ship. Smoke of all colors, primarily composed of red, green, and blue steadily plumed from dozens of funnels along the sides of the ship. A colossal turbine, partially submerged, sat at its' back.
Its' most striking feature, by far; however, was the thick ebony lightning rod, which stood over fourteen feet in the air, embedded directly into its' center.
It was a ship designed to endure the most hellish of conditions in stride.
And it wore its' name well.
Sitting comfortably on the rail of the ship was Varro, dressed far more regal, and far more comfortably, than last night. His drag, which was affixed with a seven inch long cigarette known as "Bon Voyage", was filling the air with a sweet smelling orange smoke. The name was all too fitting to pass up.
At his side stood a colossal man, at his full height 6'9. Shirtless and carved with muscle, his long, blonde beard almost touched the metal wheel he was confidently gripping as he stared out at the expanse of the harbor.
"I can't wait to get going, Por." Varro remarked.
"Mmmm." the man nodded in reply, staring up at the sky, observing the dark clouds looming in the distance.
"You don't think," Varro stretched, yawningly tiredly. "the rain will slow us down at all?
Por chuckled to himself. "Nnnn-nnnm." he smiled.
"And you're sure you can get us there in a day?"
"Mmmm."
"Even with the conditions near the cove?"
"Mmmmm."
Varro checked the pocket watch at his side wearily, looking around the dock for any sign of the group. "You know, I love you, my friend," he spoke, still looking fervently about, "but you were never very good at conversation."
"Nnnn-Nnnm."
The men both laughed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 9:12 pm
The heavy wind made flags, scarves, and Liliana’s loose hair flap violently in the air. It kicked dust up around her, and it made the water move violently. The waves created from the wind slammed against the docks, and the boats in the water rocked from the motion of the water. It didn’t look like a great day to sail. She walked down the dock and took great notice of the ship Galestrider. The ship was larger than any of the other ships at dock. It didn’t have sails like the accompanying ships. This ship was different. The large plumes of multicolor smoke snaked into the air. The ship barely moved from the waves crashing against it. This eased her fears, slightly.
From her position she saw Varro at the rail of the ship with another man – a man she didn’t recognize – that looked imposing. Her boots clunked lightly against the ramp of the ship as she walked up it and moved aboard. Her feet carried her towards the two men. “Impressive ship,” she announced her presence, “I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.” She brought her arm up and looked at the watch on her gauntlet. “By my calculation I’m not a moment too late,” she teased with Varro.
“The wind is strong, but I didn’t expect such a remarkable ship. How do you think she will fair in the wind and the rain?” She asked, coming to stand closer to the two men and peer out at the impending dark clouds. It wasn’t the only indication of a storm brewing. She could feel the weight of rain in the air.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 9:23 pm
 The wizard appeared on the docks of the desert city the next day dressed much differently than he had been the night before. Unlike several hours ago, he wore something less comfortable and somewhat more restrictive, though most people would hardly notice the difference between one pair of robes from another, because Toneldren was dressed in layer this day. A pair of black slacks covered his legs, and underneath, a pair of sturdy black boots over his feet as opposed to the usual sandals. A thin fabric black and white interwoven robe hung from his torso, covering his legs, and above that, a soft felt vest protected his chest, worn with a well fit to keep everything in sturdily place. Overtop of it all, he wore a bluish coat with small arcane text sewn into it. Leather gloves protected his hands, though he would have to remove them if he wanted to perform any acts that required a fine sense of touch and motor control. He carried with him the same items he had been lugging around the previous night; a staff, a backpack, and a sachel of books. He gazed around the area with slightly bloodshot eyes, evidence that he had not slept much, for he had been keeping himself busy preparing for a journey on short notice. On this day, his hood was down, as the overbearing heat of the desert did not seem to be overly present, and his medium length brown hair framed the sides of his face, though that was probably hardly recognizable with how plain he looked, and how he usually left the cowl up. It was certainly not a difficult task to find Varro amidst the odd contraption of a ship and the colourful smokey plumes on display that surrounded it, and he made his way towards it. "I do certainly hope we wont be shipwrecked in a cave full of monsters," he commented as he neared, coming up behind the woman and picking up just the end bits of her conversation, his tone neither joking nor sarcastic. He saw the vision, saw the odd storm, and figured it just might have something to do with the weather today for this journey as he raised a gloved hand for a moment to block the salt spray of waves crashing against the pier.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 10:30 pm
As his roaming eyes caught sight of Lili, with Toneldren several feet behind, he shot a general wave at both of them, his fingers wafting through the wispy peach smoke he was scattering all about.
"Not too long." he smiled rather complacently. "And I've had distractions." he jested, billowing smoke in her direction. "These are delicious. When we get back, remind me to treat us all to a box. They're good luck, you know. Though honestly, I don't think it's luck that will get us through this."
Concern was abound as the weary looking mage announced his presence. And he decided to kill-- or in this case stifle two birds with one stone.
"Oh, we'll be just fine." he assured them-- his voice gave no indication of doubt. Though in truth, he expected brave words from a dying man to do little to ease their fears. In essence, Varro could be entering the fiery maws of hell right now, and his attitude would have probably been the same. And he knew that they knew.
He interrupted his explanation for a moment, as his gaze had been held for several on Erashnak, whom had just finished purchasing a rather hefty hunt of raw meat from a rather panicky looking merchant. Science and technicals were lost on the green. Yet he felt he deserved at least an explanation of the vessel that would be responsible for preserving his life. Blood was dribbling here and there as he ravenously tore at the meat, mouth open with little regard. "Heh-low!" the booming orc sounded out, quaking up behind. "Erashnak arz redy nahw."
"Anyway!" Varro eagerly took up his previous pace, giving the orc an acknowledging salute with two fingers, his eyes not moving from the humans. "You are standing on, without a doubt, one of the fastest ten Vessels in the entire world. The Galestrider. Owned by the captain, helmsman, and crew before you: Por." he introduced the colossus of a man.
Por nodded slowly and respectfully.
Varro's brow furrowed as he searched for the words to do what he was about to say justice. Or rather, the words to make their helmsman come off as relatively sane.
"Por is..." he struggled, gestating rapidly at nothing, his right hand beckoning his mouth to open. "Part of a group that consider themselves one with the ocean. They view words necessary only in the most crucial and moving of circumstances."
He pivoted his body, craning his neck to stare into the water. Lights were rapidly flickering underneath the ship as a hum was beginning to form.
"Despite his...quirks, he's the best. And this ship is a marvel."
The next question came almost at random. "Have any of you ever used a slingshot before?" he grinned. A wicked glint was in his eye.
The bells of Strata tolled twice at the hour. The humming beneath the ship grew more audible. Onlookers began to stare on. One of them, an old man, was marveling wistfully.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 4:45 pm
Liliana waved at Varro in return. Someone approached from behind. She turned towards the voice that was behind her. She smiled warmly at the mage, “Good afternoon.” His eyes looked tired and slightly red, but she didn’t linger her attention on his face too long. She turned back to Varro and set the bag she had over her shoulder onto the ground next to her. It was a small bag, didn’t have much in it. If her satchel could have carried an extra pair of clothing she would have used that instead. She didn’t like to fuss over too many things. Minimalism was what she liked best.
She looked at the cigarette and grimaced, “I’m not much of a smoker. I’d choke on it, but if it brings us good luck I’ll put aside my distaste for them and inhale it.” She smirked, “I don’t think luck will get us through it either.” The wind tossed a tendril of long hair over her face. She pushed it behind her ear. The wind mixed with the humidity in the air made her hair wavier than it had been the day before. “I’m not too worried about the ship.” She was more concerned about what they were going to face at the end of the ship ride.
The orc finally showed. She turned to see him eating a piece of raw meat, blood dripping all over. If there had ever been a time she had been more disgusted it would be right now, but she kept her facial expression neutral. Mentally, she wanted to go scrub her hands, but she knew that this was how – disgusting as it was – an orc sometimes ate. At least she knew when they were in battle if he didn’t have a weapon he could just dig his teeth into the enemy and tear them to shreds. That thought helped her think more positively about what the orc had just devoured.
“Nice name for an awesome ship,” she said. When Varro introduced the massive man as captain she was surprised. He looked more like a warrior, not a captain. “Nice to meet you, Por,” she addressed the man who was of little words. At Varro’s explanation she understood why she hadn’t heard the man speak yet. One with the ocean, this could be a positive thing, couldn’t it? She thought with a positive note, which was all she needed for a confirmation when Varro told them that Por was the best.
“I’ve never used a slingshot before,” she told Varro. That was such an unusual question. It made her think of the battle the nuns at the orphanage had taught them about – David and Goliath. “Will I need to sling stones at a mammoth?” She asked in a joking manner.
The hum of the ship was more pronounced as the bells of Strata rang out twice. The floor beneath her feet buzzed with life.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 7:30 pm
Varro certainly had a mischivous smile this day as I met him on the docks at the appointed time. The woman, Liliana, seemed to have arrived shortly before I had, meanwhile, our green friend arrived afterward, chomping messily on a haunch of meat. Of what variety, I do not know, for I moved away from the dribbles of blood that spouted from his lips between chewing and shouting.
He stood with a puzzling look on his face in response to Varro's question before he answered in the form of a question of his own, "... Should I hold onto something tight?"
He had never used a slingshot before, though he knew of its operation. And somehow, that humming coming from the ship and Varro's grin was not exactly all that reassuring that their trip over treacherous waters was going to be peaceful.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 11:11 pm
Quote: "... Should I hold onto something tight?" The grin had become positively face-splitting. It must have been contagious. Starting with the old man, spreading to Varro, and quickly infecting Por mere seconds after. "I'd say that's a good idea!" Varro's voice increased in volume with each passing word. "I recommend the mast! Don't worry, my friends! You'll stabilize after about two minutes!" The low rumble of the smaller turbines below had now risen to a crescendo of energy. The waters for ten feet in each direction were awash with color. The pipes were beginning to whistle, the plumes of steam rocketing skyward. The ship began to slowly bob and fall. "Unless you fly off, of course! Hahahahaha!" Varro's hands moved to tightly wind his right hand around the railing, his legs locking in kind. "Oh, this is the part I love..." he reveled. The anticipation in his voice was absolutely palpable. The commotion had caused a crowd to develop around the ship, about four dozen people staring at the spectacle before them. The ship shook more violently. "Ten. Nine. Eight!" Each word came out crisply, proudly, the crowd catching on as seven came along. The ship was now quaking forcefully with energy. The turbines in the back of the ship began to slowly rotate, gaining momentum with each passing second. "Seven, six!" The pipes were absolutely percolating now, shrouded in the colors that were erupting from them volcanically. "Five, four!" The vibrations grew even more intense. Not a soul on the harbor had his head turned. All eyes were upon the Galestrider . Young eyes looked on with wonder. Old eyes lit up with youth. And somewhere out there, someone just decided to become a sailor. The drag left an orange trail as it left Varro's hand, flying into the crowd, and landing in the hands of the old man. He laughed merrily, and shot the Galestrider the biggest grin in all of Gaia. A grin that almost seemed to say... "Bon Voyage."
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 11:34 am
At Varro’s statement to the mage’s question Liliana’s suspicions had been confirmed. This ship was not only impressive in size, but it was going to probably go at speeds that some people in this town had never seen before. Stabilize after two minutes? She quickly moved to the mast to grab a strong hold on it. She didn’t want to see how far she could be flung once the ship shot off, and now she knew exactly why Varro had asked if she had ever used a slingshot before. No, she hadn’t, but yes, she had seen one used before. This was going to be a wild ride.
The roar of the ship grew louder with each passing second. She could see the water getting murkier as it was turned violently around. At which point she had begun to hold on even tighter to the mast as the ship began to bob up and down. This was more than she had bargained for. She gulped, “Fly off?” Her soft spoken words were lost in the noise of the loud ship.
Varro seemed to be having a grand ol’ time waiting for this ship to launch. The mage looked a little weary around the edges. While she clung to the mast hoping that she didn’t die before they even made it to their destination. One thing was certain, if she did get flung from this ship she could never say she didn’t get to experience one hellish of a joy ride. However, if she made it to their destination in one piece she might come back with a new appreciation for fast ships. Who knew? She might even enjoy it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 9:08 pm
Making such a large spectacle out of it with a giant countdown was not Toneldren's thing. Maybe they'd shoot right out of the water with how fast they were suppose to suddenly accelerate, hence holding onto something, but at the same time, it almost sounded like a cruel joke to get him to cling on tight to the ship's mast like a koala only to have a slow start like any other ship where the propellers kicked up and first put a boat into motion, before it could pick up momentum.
Personal appearances were important. Physically, the mage looked relatively plain, with a thin build, and lack of muscles. However, it didnt mean that he neglected taking care of his body or keeping himself organized.
He would decide to take the middle ground, putting his back against something solid or tied down, while gripping onto the rail tightly. The leather gloves helped.
He took one last look towards the docks before blastoff, and had the oddest feeling that he forgot something.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 11:16 pm
There was no point in chanting himself; the crowd had taken on his voice. "Three!" they cheered.
Deep within the ship, the heavy turbine lock opened with a hollow screech. The metallic turbine was sucking in ferocious gusts of air, which whistled their way down into the core of the ship.
The fuel was already released, still and slick against the walls of the pitch black reactor. The smaller series of turbines below the ship had been creating a high pressure zone for the past few minutes. A small flame would billow from a dirty pipe in the center.
The mixture with air would make for some colossal combustion...
...And the results would be positively explosive.
"Two!"
Varro shot a wise little wink to the man in the crowd.
Winks said a lot between the right people.
'You're the only b*****d out there who has any clue what's about to happen.'
'You've certainly grown, old friend! And shrunk. '
'Yeah, it's really me.'
But most of all, this wink said, 'We're going to be the ones who make it.'
And it was a wink deserving of the proud nod the old man delivered in kind.
"One!"
An outstretched finger reached beyond the horizon. "Next stop-"
"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDGE COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!" boomed the deep voice from Por.
The fuel ignited.
In less than a second, a tremendous, psychedelic pillar of flames erupted from the heart of the Galestrider. Only the speed of the turbines prevented them from being melted from the rainbow inferno flaring outward.
In but two seconds, the ship would go from a still to a speed of about 120 miles per hour. Moving during the launch would be nigh impossible, even for the weighty orc. The mechanisms below the ship were working to bring them to an equilibrium. In about 20 minutes, movement would be fairly safe.
As they rocketed out of Strata, the multicolored flames coming from the turbine would die down to a bright blue, dancing on the surface of the darker water.
The combustion was loud beyond loud. Yet for the men and women on on the docks, some would swear it was not the last thing they heard.
A few would insist they heard a roar. Others a piercing scream.
And for some, it was neither...
but instead a laugh.
A crazy, crazy laugh.
Toward Coldridge they headed.
OOC: Feel free to react one last time, and let me know if you don't plan on it. Once everyone's done, I'm going to be putting up the new area.
I'll be including completely narrative posts now at points to act as GM posts. I'll write these in a different color to indicate such.
Enjoy, everyone. Hahaha. Hopefully you enjoy solving the mystery behind Coldridge Cove.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 10:35 pm
Liliana knew by the sounds below that this was going to be one wild ride. She held on tightly. Her feet shook from the rumble below as the countdown continued. Three seconds to a one of a kind experience. One would think that she was scared, but she didn’t fear too much. Fear wasn’t the same as being cautious. That’s exactly what she was doing. She was being cautious.
At the mark of one the ship launched. Flames billowed upwards, until the ship shot forward and knocked the flames back. It was unbelievable how fast the ship shot forward. Lili’s long hair shot out around her, flapping violently in the hard rush of wind. The sound erupting from the ship was so loud that she couldn’t hear a thing around her, not even the crazy laugh. It was all lost to the sound of the ship and rush of the wind.
As they sailed at ridiculous speeds Liliana wondered how long she would need to hold on and not get tossed overboard.
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