Grimwald glared at the dragon as it settled down on the stern castle (upper rear deck). He rubbed his temples as he let out a sigh, 'I had just said not to get in my crews way!' Grumbling, Grimwald decided there were more important things to worry about as long as the dragon didn't eat any of the crew. He understood that the beast probably didn't have the stamina to fly the duration of the voyage. He ignored the beast and turned back to a pirate who was giving him an inventory of the ship's stores.
On the other side of the ship, Tyrus' eyes had lit up at the sight of the legendary beast. Rushing over to El Drago's side, the intermediate archaeologist began walking around the dragon, stammering in spurts of gibberish as he held out a cloth ruler, measuring parts of the creature's limbs. "Magnificent! What an extraordinary creature! Powerful limbs and look at the structuring of the joints here!"
Tyrus was startled when El Drago spoke and his jaw dropped to hear that the dragon considered this a vacation. Suddenly, he burst out with rapid-fire questions. "You can talk? Oh my! How old are you? What history do you know? What kind of culture does your species have? Do you have a type of government among your kind? Do you have any amazing powers?"
While Tyrus caused a commotion, Jarod was approached by the gargantuan light magician from before. The lieutenant listened to the magician's question and smirked, "Ya' bet Ceres' arse I'm nervous, but tha's the fun of it. Slaying beasts and getting loot wouldn't be worth it if it wasn't dangerous." Jarod slapped the magician on the back or what he hoped was the man's back. It was a little bit too squishy for a back and he quickly pulled his hand back. "What about you," he asked with a nervous chuckle.
For the better part of a week the Ceres' Roar had traveled east until a wall of dense fog could be seen in the distance towards the south. Grimwald barked out orders for the ship to get closer and stop at a pre-determined point. He called for the anchor to be dropped and a moment later the rattle of chains could be heard as the heavy metallic weight fell to the ocean floor. Some time passed before the ship jolted to a stop, which didn't phase the experienced pirates who continued to work, pulling ropes to secure the sails. Grimwald called out to the adventurers, "Alright, folks. Now, we wait. The Pirate Queen will be joining us soon, with some more treasure seekers."
A few hours later, a shout from the crow's nest alerted the ship to the presence of the Madam's Storm. It traveled in an arc to allow it to pull up parallel with Grimwald's ship. When Trixie's ship was anchored and came to a halt, the crew placed a long board that stretched across the water to make a walkway between the two ships.
After the bridge was erected, Madam Trixie and Abel walked across to meet with Grimwald, gesturing for their group of adventurers to follow. The Pirate Queen and her second-in-command whispered amongst each other before she turned to both groups of adventurers. "Tonight we shall gorge ourselves on meat and mead for tomorrow we venture into the unknown. Relax and enjoy yourselves, for now."
Barrels of ale and wine were brought above deck for everyone to enjoy while one of the crew carefully cooked some meat with heat magic. It wasn't the best meal, but it was as fancy a feast as one would expect a week from port. The sun soon dipped beneath the horizon and the drunken pirates began singing bawdy tunes. Some of them danced among themselves, a few tried to dance with the female adventurers aboard the ship, however they backed off if their attempts were rejected.
While everyone was in a festive mood, Vladmir found Adrastos and tried to catch his eye, giving a subtle gesture for the silver-haired man to follow him. If the magician did, Vladmir would lead him to a quiet corner belowdecks of one of the ships. He was soon joined by Vincent who stood back, quietly watching for anyone eavesdropping, but more focused on what Adrastos would say. "We didn't get much time to talk before, but what do you think of the world? Do you believe in the guiding hand of fate?"
Suddenly, a scream pierced the night air, followed by loud guttural roars from within the fog. The crew paused in their singing to listen, passing anxious looks between each other. The roars died out after a few minutes, but it had a somewhat sobering effect for the pirates, a reminder that danger lurked on the 'morrow.
OOC: Feel free to talk among yourselves or with the NPCs, they will reply in the next post. Unless circumstances change, the next Solomon's Proxy post, we will enter the island.
On the other side of the ship, Tyrus' eyes had lit up at the sight of the legendary beast. Rushing over to El Drago's side, the intermediate archaeologist began walking around the dragon, stammering in spurts of gibberish as he held out a cloth ruler, measuring parts of the creature's limbs. "Magnificent! What an extraordinary creature! Powerful limbs and look at the structuring of the joints here!"
Tyrus was startled when El Drago spoke and his jaw dropped to hear that the dragon considered this a vacation. Suddenly, he burst out with rapid-fire questions. "You can talk? Oh my! How old are you? What history do you know? What kind of culture does your species have? Do you have a type of government among your kind? Do you have any amazing powers?"
While Tyrus caused a commotion, Jarod was approached by the gargantuan light magician from before. The lieutenant listened to the magician's question and smirked, "Ya' bet Ceres' arse I'm nervous, but tha's the fun of it. Slaying beasts and getting loot wouldn't be worth it if it wasn't dangerous." Jarod slapped the magician on the back or what he hoped was the man's back. It was a little bit too squishy for a back and he quickly pulled his hand back. "What about you," he asked with a nervous chuckle.
The Northern Edge of The Shrouded Isle
For the better part of a week the Ceres' Roar had traveled east until a wall of dense fog could be seen in the distance towards the south. Grimwald barked out orders for the ship to get closer and stop at a pre-determined point. He called for the anchor to be dropped and a moment later the rattle of chains could be heard as the heavy metallic weight fell to the ocean floor. Some time passed before the ship jolted to a stop, which didn't phase the experienced pirates who continued to work, pulling ropes to secure the sails. Grimwald called out to the adventurers, "Alright, folks. Now, we wait. The Pirate Queen will be joining us soon, with some more treasure seekers."
A few hours later, a shout from the crow's nest alerted the ship to the presence of the Madam's Storm. It traveled in an arc to allow it to pull up parallel with Grimwald's ship. When Trixie's ship was anchored and came to a halt, the crew placed a long board that stretched across the water to make a walkway between the two ships.
After the bridge was erected, Madam Trixie and Abel walked across to meet with Grimwald, gesturing for their group of adventurers to follow. The Pirate Queen and her second-in-command whispered amongst each other before she turned to both groups of adventurers. "Tonight we shall gorge ourselves on meat and mead for tomorrow we venture into the unknown. Relax and enjoy yourselves, for now."
Barrels of ale and wine were brought above deck for everyone to enjoy while one of the crew carefully cooked some meat with heat magic. It wasn't the best meal, but it was as fancy a feast as one would expect a week from port. The sun soon dipped beneath the horizon and the drunken pirates began singing bawdy tunes. Some of them danced among themselves, a few tried to dance with the female adventurers aboard the ship, however they backed off if their attempts were rejected.
While everyone was in a festive mood, Vladmir found Adrastos and tried to catch his eye, giving a subtle gesture for the silver-haired man to follow him. If the magician did, Vladmir would lead him to a quiet corner belowdecks of one of the ships. He was soon joined by Vincent who stood back, quietly watching for anyone eavesdropping, but more focused on what Adrastos would say. "We didn't get much time to talk before, but what do you think of the world? Do you believe in the guiding hand of fate?"
Suddenly, a scream pierced the night air, followed by loud guttural roars from within the fog. The crew paused in their singing to listen, passing anxious looks between each other. The roars died out after a few minutes, but it had a somewhat sobering effect for the pirates, a reminder that danger lurked on the 'morrow.
OOC: Feel free to talk among yourselves or with the NPCs, they will reply in the next post. Unless circumstances change, the next Solomon's Proxy post, we will enter the island.