Globlob just stares up at Tamar for a long moment as he talks, though it is anyone's guess if he is actually processing what is being said. The blank stare seems to imply the answer to be negative, but one never can tell with goblins. "Dat a lotta big words. You da first black elfy me seen, but I keep dat in mind."
With that, he scurries off up the gangplank and sets to charging around the ship in wonderment. Every new sight to see is as awe inspiring as the rest, though it is only a matter of time before he leaps upon some unfortunate sailor and spoils the beautiful seaside vista.
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Yolanda joined Katya in her inspection of the ship, coming up alongside the woman as she examined the maidenhead.
"A bit grim, but I suppose it gets a few messages across," she commented idly. "Of course, I have always preferred white, but I'll admit I may have some bias."
Katya turns toward the pale woman Yes...eet most certainly does pale vun. Tell me vere do you hail from?
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AS you climb aboard, you are met by the silent stares of the most villainous bunch of sailors you could ever imagine, and considering your background that's saying something.
A women stands on the aftcastle, talking with a huge man, if man he is, with blue skin covered with golden tattoos and rocky growths, not unlike tumors.
She is tall, pale of skin, dressed in tight-fitting leather and silk, with a tricorn hat on her head and a belt around her waist with long and obviously heavier than most saber on one side and strange-looking thick wand with curved handle sticking from the bulky sheath on the other.
This must be the captain.
Katya turns toward the pale woman Yes...eet most certainly does pale vun. Tell me vere do you hail from?
"Irrisen," Yolanda explained as she leaned forward, examining the perpetually wet wood of the ship. "A smaller community west of the capitol city, to be more specific. Ah, I believe we are boarding. I'd hate to be left behind."
With that, Yolanda turns to head back up the dock towards the plank leading up to the ship's docks.
Tamar grins as the Goblin turns its back, Amusing little fellow, I did not know any of them could put more than four words together.
As the Drow sorcerer boards the ship his eyes take in the crew and what must be the Captain. He approaches giving a respectful, deep but not too deep, as if she were a Matron Mother.
"You are the Captain of this magnificent vessel I presume?"
Vlad sets by himself as close to the center of the ship as he can get. The look on his face is one of terror. Vlad is quit scared of the water and being on ships.
Can't we make this thing go any faster?
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Ozbadin boards the ship, and quickly take in the captain, and the giant bodyguard.
He then tries to get an idea of if the ship is ruled by respect or by fear from the sailors.
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Once one the ship she stands near Yolanda, keeping a good eye on the sailors, all the while stroking Slisivati's head to keep him calm.
Seeing Vlad filled with terror and how centred he is on the ship, she speaks softly to him, "You don't like water?"
"From what I can tell, he doesn't like anything that might muss his hair," she said in a feigned whisper to the Nagaji woman who had chosen to stand near her. She gave a light giggle at her own joke.
Once one the ship she stands near Yolanda, keeping a good eye on the sailors, all the while stroking Slisivati's head to keep him calm.
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Seeing Vlad filled with terror and how centred he is on the ship, she speaks softly to him, "You don't like water?"
Do you have any idea how many people die of drowning every year? Well I am sure the number is very high.
Vlad continues to sit there, curled up and rocking.
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The captain turns to look at you, with barely concealed impatience in her black eyes. "There you are. I am Valeria, the mistress of this vessel. I am chartered to bring you to your destination, but because you delayed, we can not sail until tomorrow morning. I don't want you on my ship until we sail, so you better find yourselves some lodgings and return here before the dawn. I will sail tomorrow with or without you, be warned!"
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"Blame our employer for our tardiness, I am sure he will be receptive to the topic. I see no reason why we cannot leave now Captain but it is your vessel so shall we obey your edicts. Have you a place to recommend?"
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"No problem. Dawn tomorrow it is". Ozbadin turns to leave the vessel then seems to remember something, and turns back to the captain.
"Oh. And not that it really matters, but where are we"?
Charging around the deck like a goblin possessed, Globlob's frantic movement is only arrested when he runs face first into Ozbadin's calf. Shaking his head violently, he blinks big red eyes up at the Ifrit and furrows his brows beneath his skullcap. "We onna ship! Duh! Dumb longshanks."
She remains silent studying the captain, taking particular not of her paleness and being rather flat breasted.
She lets out a giggles at being bemused by Globlob and his comment, then softly speaks to him, "Globlob, our dare friend Ozbadin is not referring to himself, but rather where this ship is located, that is what port town are we at."
Captain, I can not help but notice, but are you afflicted? I believe I maybe as well. We can talk about this later if you prefer. The presence of others and all, I understand. Perhaps later, on the trip. For now, I would prefer to leave this contraption.
with that Vlad, very carefully walks across the blank back to land. Once he gets there he has a very grateful look on his face.
If anything was amiss, Yolanda certainly didn't notice or care. She simply snorted her disapproval of most everything that had happened so far and turned on her heel and gracefully strode off the boat.
"There had better be decent lodgings somewhere here..." she grumbled. "And perhaps somewhere that's a bit cooler."
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Captain, I can not help but notice, but are you afflicted? I believe I maybe as well. We can talk about this later if you prefer. The presence of others and all, I understand. Perhaps later, on the trip. For now, I would prefer to leave this contraption.
with that Vlad, very carefully walks across the blank back to land. Once he gets there he has a very grateful look on his face.
She looks at you, with a shocked expression on her face. "None of your business! Now, get of my ship!"
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"No problem. Dawn tomorrow it is". Ozbadin turns to leave the vessel then seems to remember something, and turns back to the captain.
"Oh. And not that it really matters, but where are we"?
Huge man besides the captain looks at you strangely and replies instead of her. "Absolom, of course."
Tamar heads off of the boat, if he is irritated he does not show it.
His time in the light has made him more accustomed to it if not more comfortable in it.
"Do any of you know this city, this Absolom?"
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I know from my studies that eet is a large seetea and ze supposed center of ze world, but I have not had ze pleasure of seeing eet drow
Katya says to Tamar, she then turns and looks at the captain and says to no one in particular.
Seence eet appears zat no one has the slightest clue as to vut ve are seeking, I suppose ve should seek a proper inn until tommorow
Vlad turns to Tamar. No I have not been to that place. Perhaps this will be an adventure!.
"I hope this is not the greatest pleasure the surface has to offer. I may wish to go home after all", he replies dryly.
To Tamar, "Only that Absolom would be a city I would have stopped off on my way to my destination.", letting out a hissing laugh, "Seems I have saved plenty months of travel from this unexpected gathering."
Without saying anything to the foul tempered captain, she heads to the gangway to return the dock. As she passes Katya, "Good idea to find some decent accommodation. Perhaps the workers would know of what is available."
"We leavin' already? Awww, we jus' got here..." All manner of energetic delight abruptly leaves the little goblin, who sulks his way back down the gangplank. By the time he gets back onto the docks though, his energy surges back and he is quickly zipping between the legs of his companions. "Why not sleep onna ship? Dere plenty of places in dere for naps! Barrels an' ropes an' crates an' hammocks an'..." Much to the chagrin of all, Globlob just goes on and on and on.
Tamar looks to Globlob, "Ask the Captain my friend, perhaps she will allow you to stay. Perhaps the cut throat mercenaries who are her crew will not even slit your throat, take your things and throw you overboard. Let us know how you fare on the 'morrow should this be your decision.
Instead, you can accompany us, your only allies, albeit begrudging allies to a place where you may sleep without incident".
After a long moment of deep thought that involves Globlob sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth and scrunching his face up tightly, he settles for shrugging in reply. "'Kay. Les' go!" And with that, he moves to try to scramble up Tamar, climbing him like a tree with every intention of sitting on his shoulders. With or without consent.
"Thank you my good man. Finally a straight answer. I feel we shall become stalwart companions". Ozbadin bows at the man, and turns to return to the shore.
"I cannot visit the center of the world without gazing upon the Starstone Cathedral. Would anyone like to accompany me on this visit. I hear it is wondrous to behold, and perhaps I can pick up a trinket there to remind me of my voyage.
"I would expect the docks would not be safe for very long, but perhaps a copper would convince one of these fine urchins to direct us to a place for the evening where the bedbugs are not large enough to carry us away in the night".
Tamar is so shocked by the climbing Goblin that he is speechless for a few moments.
Tamar barely has the strength to hold the Goblin balanced on his shoulders, he begins to rock back and forth as if on the vessel in choppy waters.
"Get off, go climb a Hellknight!"
Yolanda pauses as she hears mention of sight seeing in Absolom. "I should love to see the sights before we are pressed onward in the morning. Do you know the way, Ozbadin? I have not been so far south before."
Noting his precarious position atop the drow, Globlob grabs a handful of the poor man's hair to steady himself. Both tiny, green feet find the longshanks' shoulders before he launches himself off in the direction of Ozbadin. Clearly, his hope is that the burly magus is a bit better equipped to bear his meager weight. If he finds purchase, the goblin has every intention of clambering up to repeat the process of sitting on his shoulders with a valiant shout of, "Chaaaarge!" If not? Well, there is always the nice, soft wooden planks of the docks to break his fall.
Tamar glares at the Goblin for climbing his hair and yanking it hard enough to potentially pull some out.
I think I liked them better filthy and begging. Perhaps I should slay him for the belligerence but I am sure he will be more useful as a target in whatever strange adventure we find ourselves in as opposed to a body here on the docks which would lead to questions by the locals, even if he IS a Goblin.
Turning to the Ifrit who sees this quest as some sort of pleasurable event he retorts, "You wish to visit a Cathedral? Are we here visiting the world as aristocrats or are we group which is obviously out of place that should lay low until we set sail? Tell me Ifrit, as you look around at us all, what do you see?"
Yolanda pauses as she hears mention of sight seeing in Absolom. "I should love to see the sights before we are pressed onward in the morning. Do you know the way, Ozbadin? I have not been so far south before."
"You there young lady. Does one of these roads lead to the Starstone cathedral"? Ozbadin holds out a copper for the lass's troubles.
"I'm not sure, but I'll bet this lass can help us to determine that".
Noting his precarious position atop the drow, Globlob grabs a handful of the poor man's hair to steady himself. Both tiny, green feet find the longshanks' shoulders before he launches himself off in the direction of Ozbadin. Clearly, his hope is that the burly magus is a bit better equipped to bear his meager weight. If he finds purchase, the goblin has every intention of clambering up to repeat the process of sitting on his shoulders with a valiant shout of, "Chaaaarge!" If not? Well, there is always the nice, soft wooden planks of the docks to break his fall.
Ozbadin grabs Globlob and holds him in front of him looking him in the eyes. "It is rather annoying when you take it upon yourself to see us as steeds, however I'll make a deal with you. I shall serve as your steed today, but tomorrow you must serve as mine. Deal?" He then sits the goblin back on his shoulder, nose wrinkling a bit at his odor.
At Tamar's question, Ozbadin peers about the docks, noticing the strangeness of all. As the city at the center of the world, I'm assuming that we don't stand out all that much???
"So I take it to mean that you're not going"?
"I would take the opportunity to visit the place that has produced gods that the whole world worships today, and that so many others failed at. I should be familiar with it, for when I decide to take the plunge".
Tamar glares at the Goblin for climbing his hair and yanking it hard enough to potentially pull some out.
I think I liked them better filthy and begging. Perhaps I should slay him for the belligerence but I am sure he will be more useful as a target in whatever strange adventure we find ourselves in as opposed to a body here on the docks which would lead to questions by the locals, even if he IS a Goblin.
Turning to the Ifrit who sees this quest as some sort of pleasurable event he retorts, "You wish to visit a Cathedral? Are we here visiting the world as aristocrats or are we group which is obviously out of place that should lay low until we set sail? Tell me Ifrit, as you look around at us all, what do you see?"
"I see a bunch of individuals who have been coerced into some unknown mission, for some unknown purpose to some unknown place. I would make some choices for myself please... and Ozbadin does not lay low".
Tamar laughs at the Ifrit's gall, "I see a group who will be challenged by the forces that would see us as a threat here. Well they should together we may be a powerful band. Right now, we are disoriented and in unfamiliar territory. Success in my culture comes by taking the risks you can be more, not less sure of.
Take your trip, I shall seek out lodgings and send word to those of you who choose to go to this place of the Gods, Gods who are not mine.
Do any wish to seek out a place of shelter for the evening with me?".
Vlad looks at Tamar. I am more of a night person myself. But if we must travel by day, then I suppose I will take you up on that offer. Let us go in search of a place to rest.
"It is rather annoying when you take it upon yourself to see us as steeds, however I'll make a deal with you. I shall serve as your steed today, but tomorrow you must serve as mine. Deal?"
Globlob nods his head vigorously with a broad, elated grin plastered to his face, clearly having heard maybe a third of the arrangement. Or perhaps he is not quite so smart as he makes himself appear. Either way, he seems just overjoyed to have such a tall steed with which to view the world. "We gonna go see Kuh-thee-druh? Globlob dunno who dat is, but she sound shiny. I with you, longshanks!" He declares, throwing his support in for sight-seeing, not that he has a clue what that entails.
Yolanda smiled and waited for Ozbadin to finish speaking with the melodramatic drow, and laughs openly at the goblins attempts at riding people.
"Never before have I seen such prissiness in men! Ozbadin, Globlob, shall we?"