Upcoming [???] Riptide: Murmurs at the Docks

[Baron]

Sailors spread whispers of a distant isle, uncharted and unexplored, recently risen from the sea. A tumor on the world, and growing. The tides are changing.

Thread is a forum RP at the docks. Those travelling through will catch wind of the rumours.

 

[Auriel]

Sailors spread whispers of a distant isle, uncharted and unexplored, recently risen from the sea. A tumor on the world, and growing. The tides are changing.

Thread is a forum RP at the docks. Those travelling through will catch wind of the rumours.

Astilo walks up after seeing a small crowd of sailors murmuring and taking in knowledge like a sponge. He walked back to the inn, talking to his paramour. " . . Honey? We should go to this, it could be fun. "

 

[Niko]

The crowd of sailors catches Niko's eye, he walks closer to here the rumours they are murmuring. After gathering what they are talking about, he immediately grows suspicious.

Is this isle...in the east?

 

[Baron]

The crowd of sailors catches Niko's eye, he walks closer to here the rumours they are murmuring. After gathering what they are talking about, he immediately grows suspicious.

Is this isle...in the east?

A grizzled older man balefully looks over Niko before responding in a hushed tone.

"Tis south, between the wilds and the forever ice, lad."

 

[Auriel]

Astilo came back and walked over to the grizzled older man, singling him out as one with more knowledge- Maybe a Captain, and spoke.

" You guarantee adventure, I guarantee your safety. Mmm, say we take this travel, ay? "

 

[BoredBrit]

A three foot Halfling would make his way over to the gathering group. His hair blonde and raggled, he'd brush it from his face and smirk as he hears talk of this new isle. A few pompous steps over and they'd stand between Niko and Raphael, looking at the old man. A few seconds of nothing, before he speaks. High pitched and with the accent of a Lucan from Scourge.

"This. . .Isle . . . Cer'ainly sounds interestin'. I think I'm in, if you are needin' explorers."

A small hand would be thrust out in greeting, a huge smirk upon his face.

"Jason Lydel of Scourge, an you are?"

 

[Baron]

The old man shakes his head at both of them, frowning at being singled out.

"Nay, I'm not going anywhere near that thrice-cursed terror. If ye've the urge to go die on distant shores, do so yerselves."

 

[Baron]

A second, much younger man ducks out of the crowd. He has the glint of greed in his eyes.

"I know where it's rumored to be, and I'll take you for a cut of the earnings, but you're going to need a ship and a crew to make it that far."

 

[Auriel]

Having seen this attitude before in a man, as he hjmself was a privateer, he spoke. " Fine. "

 

[Cymic_]

He'd glance to the halfling, approaching Nikolche, pointing at him with his stub.


" Oy oy.. I've got me a nice, sturdy warship. Now i jus' need some extra men fer it, wouldn' mind takin' ye' wit'."

 

[Solus]

*A light-grey skinned, young Moor glances over. She'd fold her arms, a scruffy hood covering her rolled-up dirty, grey hair. Some dirt caked her boots and trousers. She'd sidle over, directing her question to Cymic with a scratchy tone. She'd click her tongue to catch his attention.*

Ya need men, eh? Woman'll do, yea? *Flicks her brows up, grinning lopsidedly.* Make good deck hand, I do. You... /payin'/ nicely for a hire?

 

[Cymic_]

His visiom would have snapped to hers, a sharp little grin forming around his mouth, as he now pointed his stub to the Moor

"I s'pose i could use a righ' 'and, i pay fair, considerin' ye' hitchin' a ride, sure. Jus' don' touch th' cannons, Mm?"

 

[Solus]

*She'd nod with some enthusiasm. Clapping her hands in front of her once, then shake one to wave.*

'Course, sirs~ Won't be touching none o' dat. Like ta send coin home ahead o' time, if you catch my drift. *Continues on, lightly.* Sailing, heard, could take weeks! Got yaself some hands here, though. Don't flake on the job. Names Noris- nice to be of seh'vice~

 

[Cymic_]

He watched her clap, with pained eyes-- Almost as if she were taunting him, with the sweet gift of owning all 20 phalanges.

"Righ'.. Cymic Seymour, i'll be ye' captain fer th' while. I'll get a bitt'a me crew mates ta' attend, n' 'elp out." *He'd dig in his big, reaching in for half of what she'd expect.* "Ye' get th' rest in a few weeks time, granted ye' provide ye'self useful, an' don' die."

 

[Solus]

*Her eyes light up as she plucks up the bag withought question. Fingers curling around the top. She'd weight in her other palm and slip it into her side bag.*

Can survive on my own if I just had just a rowboat, sirs- Oh - "Cap'n"! Can count on it. Direct me to ye ship or town ye crews stay in 'n you'll see me in a jiff or yell it real loud sos I can hear ye if ya leaving 'n I'll follow.

*She'd tip her head and gives a salute as she wanders slightly to the side. So as someone else can enter the fray.*

 

[BoredBrit]

Moriarty looks at the lot of them, a huge smirk on his little face. Before walking off, muttering happily.

 

[Lavilethorn]

The green coated individual strolls by the docks, catching wind of the whispers and moves to find one to inquire on such whispers.

 

[Niko]

Niko considers Cymic's offer to join his crew on his new warship.

{Well...this isn't the Sea of Storms...but I don't think dying at sea twice in one year is good for you}

{But...letting Cymic get himself killed would mean you're a bad friend...hm, decisions, decisions}

{Niko, I'd say you should let Cymic die, he's not worth it}

If I reaquire a new arsenal to defend myself, there's a good chance I'll join.

{...why must you be so helpful? Why?}

 

[Lavilethorn]

Alustrum approaches the lot. "Hear about the whispers, yeah?"

 

[Heie]

*Kethron and son disembark from a nearby ship recently arrived from the Isles. It doesn't take long for him to notice a crowd gathering and so he makes his way over to see what all the commotion is about. Spotting Cymic and Nikolche in the crowd he moseys on over.* "What a pleasant surprise to see you both" *While Kethron is polite enough to not comment on the lack of a hand his son seems overly fascinated by the stub*

"What happened to your arm?" *Kaavel exclaims, which turns a frown upon his fathers face*
"Now Ka', it is rude to ask such questions. Why don't pester the seaman for a bit while I talk with some old friends of mine." *Only slightly discouraged by the scolding he scampers off to ask the sailors about their favorite sea shanties.* "Sorry about that Cymic, Kaavel tends to have an unhealthy interest in swords and combat. I'm not entirely sure where he gets that from." *His mind wanders a moment while he ponders that, failing to grasp the idea that a child could want more in life than a quite place to read a book* "In any case, whats all the commotion about?"