Oy, Game thread here fellas!
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The day is has not been long, though the voyage has been. You are on a ship bound for the newly discovered World heading east from the Great Kingdom of Ahlissa. The voyage has been one of a long trek east. You stopped off at some uninhabited islands along the way to resupply. As for being low on your supplies, you still have fresh water and you drink that mixed with ale (grog).
However, things were getting different when the lookout discovers land ho! The founding of a new world for you is about to happen.
A lone figure sits out of the way on the deck. Plucking on his lute. Slowly his voice magically raises up above the sounds of the wind that ruffling his gray fur. "Oh, we'd be alright if the wind was in our sails. We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails..." he continues to sing as the ship moves along.
sounds like someone just gutted a cat
The cloak was large and the wind blew it out and around the man. His weapons could be seen underneath but not much else was ever seen of the man. His voice was male but he kept his face hidden deep within the cowl of his cloak. He was leaning against the rails in the shadows of the sails but when the voice continued with the song, he stood up tall. I have heard worse
He hears the call of land ho and looks up for a quick moment but just as quickly looks back down.
F$%$ this light...how in all the layers of the Abyss can anyone tolerate it. At least my family will not find me here...I hope.
As the coast draws nearer, many of the sailors wait with baited breath for the prospect of being on land again. This time they can stock up on new supplies and possibly more. The general of the voyage announces that he will be sending some scouts to scout out the new land.
Walking back to his room and grabbing what gear he had left, Nymz makes his way to the General. His voice is calm and polite.
What is it you need and how far out did you want to scout...
Hearing that scouts are needed, Filix thinks about the new songs he could pick up, if there are any locals. "I can come along to keep the morale up."
The general looks at the both of you and not at the rest of your men. "That's it, just two of you?" he asked.
At least he can count
Nymz looks at the other person standing next to him...
That seems to be correct...unless anyone else is going to jump in...
Looking at the other guy going, Filix sighs to himself. "I guess we will do. I was hoping for a bigger audience."
Without looking over at his new found companion.
We will have to make due with what we have....
He turns towards that catfolk, his voice is loud enough for those in the immediate area to hear.
Nymz and you are...