Emberar falls in behind Thren, halberd hoisted over his shoulder casually.
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Emberar grimaces. "I don't mind a good opera, but truth be told I'm going to come along with you just for safety's sake, Thren. Safety in numbers for both of us, I'd say." He nods to Lark and Threnody. "We may as well make our way in...as long as the rehearsal process for this opera isn't too long!"
Emberar snaps his fingers. "That's right! Lord Endymion here is a Chelish expat himself. The man hates his former homeland...fled the Navy through the Eye of Abendego itself, or so the story goes. But I guess he must still have a fondness for some of the traditions of home, given that the Three-Horned Hall is the only opera house in the Shackles." He glances at the others. "Maybe if we keep our heads low, then, we'll be fine?"
Emberar keeps his head during the encounter with the weird fog. "What are you all doing? What - Maheem! Stop that!!" Fortunately it doesn't take much to get Brent packed up, thanks to Keltheald's grace. At Hell Harbor, Emberar also clicks his tongue when he sees the notice. "How would they even know?" he asks, glancing askance at Lark and Thren. "Though you said you're...related...to House Sarini, right? That could be trickier...my family's no one of any importance, at least." He frowns. "Surely I've managed to void my citizenship what with the piracy that's been going on lately...In any case, I think we should both like to see Hell Harbor. What are the odds we run into anyone who can identify us as Chelaxians by birth? Slim to none, I'd say."
Quaker conferences have always sounded like a good time to me (though I guess my impression is actually more of Quaker summer camp...one of my best friends growing up was Quaker, and she always had a lot of stories!). Enjoy yourself!
Emberar smiles when he's leaving Owlbear. He likes the big man - it's clear that Owlbear sees the world a little differently than most of the crew, but he seems both loyal and good. When he has time to spend in port, Emberar spends most of it wandering and taking in the sights, occasionally stopping to people-watch in a tavern over a mug of rum or similar. There isn't anything he urgently needs to buy and he's not very keen on watching people beat each other up for sport. But he takes copious notes for his journals! Back aboard the ship, he's about to approach Larry, Barry, and Huldren, when he sees Thren tease them. He bites his lip, frowning. I want to get them to take better care of themselves...but then again, it's not really my place, is it? And I suppose this is a pirate ship....
I certainly have been a bit slow. Glad you've gotten freelance work! :)
Emberar, meanwhile, sits in the hold with Owlbear. "So, my large friend," he says companionably, "How did you come to work for Captain Lark?"
Hey all. Sorry for the lack of posts. Having some serious computer/tech difficulties that will hopefully be resolved soon! Please bot me as needed.
Emberar watches Thren tend to Owlbear and manage the crew with a slight smile. Not as wild as she makes out, eh? Standing, he pats Owlbear gently on the shoulder and dusts his hands. "I'll swap out with you in a little while, Threnody - if you're all right with me hanging out with you, of course, Owlbear!"
Obviously my proposal is a little side-on to the rules, but hopefully it'd work? :D
Emberar - who hasn't gotten to know Owlbear well yet - jumps, startled, when the sturdy man takes off. "Gods above! What's up with him?" Quickly recognizing from the way Lark and Thren are treating him that there's some other, more complex story here, Emberar moves toward the group and - stopping a moderate distance away - calls out softly, "Owlbear! I think I know something that will make you feel better. Do you want to come belowdecks with me?" To Lark and Thren, he'll add in a quick aside, "Do you think you could convince him to sit with me for - say - fifteen minutes? I can probably talk him down."
Emberar shrugs. "I agree that we should get things cleaned up here first, but after that one day does seem like a short leave. Two, mayhap three should be enough. Leave at noon on the third day?" To Corwin (if he can overhear Crowin's thinking out loud), he adds, "Do be careful if you choose to go there. Who knows what kind of bouts they've got going on..."
I'll be fine (the Twitter thing was light-hearted). I've been stressed about the move, but once I'm done at work (which is the end of this week, essentially) things will be much more flexible and I should have no problems. I'm leaving the gig ahead of my actual move-in date for just this reason: to have time to do so without having to tear my hair out over it. Late last week/early this week was just unfortunate because a whole pile of paperwork for the move ended up in front of me during this last week of work...
Emberar frowns. "I've no objection to going up between Tempest Cay and the Widowmaker...though I'm less inclined to stopping off at Widowmaker Isle, I understand that the crew will need to blow off steam occasionally. If you think it's best, Threnody, let's do it."
I apologize, I have been busy. Trying to stay on top of things, but I'm juggling housing woes, leaving my current job this week, and opening a show there on Friday...it's been a lot. Hopefully will have a little more flexibility soon. Then again, I saw something on Twitter today where someone said, "Oh, I've figured out that adulthood is just saying, 'Next week things will be a little less crazy!' over and over again...until you die." So there's that. (:
"Rain's coming up, cap'n," Emberar says solemnly to Lark near the end of the first week. "It'd be best to keep a weather eye on the clouds..."
Emberar reports his findings in the observatory back once he's recorded them sufficiently for his tastes. "There's a wealth of esoteric knowledge up there...some pretty odd, but if we ever have questions about celestial bodies or other planes, it could be very helpful! And it could be helpful for divinations, too, once we get it repaired..." He glances around. "Though I suppose that's...not the first priority."
Emberar greets everyone at Ghoral Rey warmly - the place is already starting to feel like home, though he hasn't been there long. At the end of the first day, he seeks out Lark in his quarters. "Captain, assuming you don't need me for anything else, I'd like to continue my investigation of that old observatory and any of the other interesting ruins you discovered when you were clearing out the place. I'm happy to help with something more pressing, of course, if there are practical things that need to be done, but if not..." He trails off, making his preference fairly clear.
Once they’re safely back aboard the Whim, Emberar beckons over Corwin and anyone else who’s still injured. “Pray with me?” Taking their hands (if they’re willing), he closes his eyes and intones, “Sunset Lord, we thank you for seeing us through the battle that we leave now. Thank you for granting us the strength of the sea, the swiftness of the wind, and the clear-eyed purpose of the sun. Now we ask that you close our wounds and guide our steps, that we may continue to sail to new vistas in your name.” As he finishes speaking, a warm golden light spreads from him around the group, and he moves among them offering quieter, personal prayers as well.
As the week rolls by, Emberar settles into his role switching off with Belinda at the helm. He also spends some of his spare time poring over the charts that the crew has of the Shackles, trying to ensure they’re on the best course to get home.
"You certainly have," Emberar says grimly. "Now, make sure the sahuagin are properly dead." He casts light on the end of his halberd and then rushes over to Lark to heal him.
Assuming the flames don't seem to be spreading too fast, he does the same for Threnody.
As soon as the sahuagin are all confirmed dead, he begins to channel energy.
Emberar bellows and—finally able to see—hustles into the galley, stepping into the open doorway to harass the priestess. for
I can pop up some light on my next turn...unfortunately no way to do that and get off the dispel.
Emberar, realizing that his crew is in trouble up ahead, decides the time has come to cut loose. "Clear the door!" he cries.
As he steps into the darkness, Emberar begins to read the words on the scroll, and as he completes them, he casts his hand forward into the darkness. Keltheald, please let this work!
“Well, s&*%,” Emberar mutters. ”Some foul shark-man priest...Keltheald, shield me!” As a nimbus of light briefly flares around him, Emberar steps forward toward the darkness. “Captain! We can’t see in this—are we falling back?”
"They've got crossbows ready," Emberar whispers back, "So, yes, I like that plan."
Emberar floats down carefully, halberd clutched in his hands.
Emberar jerks his head back and lets out a quick breath of relief as the crossbow bolt misses him. Seeing that Lark has delivered a grievous blow to the sahuagin, he sidesteps carefully and jabs with his halberd once more!
for
Emberar grins as Corwin cleaves the sahuagin in two. “Nicely done,” he says, stepping forward to attempt the same on one of the sea devils indoors.
for
Emberar takes a firmer grip on his halberd and positions himself to one side of the door, at a slight distance so that he can have reach with his halberd. He prepares to strike whoever appears in the doorway.
Emberar, also no good at picking locks, leans on his halberd and watches carefully.
“Captain! Give me room!” Emberar cries. Hurrying over to Lark, he prays, “Keltheald, grant this man the fortitude to endure what he must!” His hands glow as he places them on Lark near the arrow wound.
"Watch out for any further sharks!" Emberar calls as he swoops down toward the others. "The sahuagin have a magical connection to them that they exploit any time they can. Corwin, would you...um...like a hand?" If need be, he carries Corwin up to the deck with his flight, though he tries to provide a helpful boost first.
No longer feeling creative, Emberar flies in a quick loop to maintain his momentum and swings his halberd at the sahuagin in the rigging. for
Emberar starts sweating as he sees Threnody and Lark under attack - but the sahuagin reloading his crossbow in the rigging gives him an idea. With a bellow, he flies straight at the shark-man and tries to knock him off the rigging and send him toppling to the deck below!
Good to hear people are liking it! I haven't seen Captain Marvel yet, so... *shrugs*
Emberar stifles a cry as the crossbow bolt plunges into his shoulder. S!*%! I really dropped the ball on this one...
Emberar takes his halberd in both hands and murmurs a quick prayer. "Keltheald, grant me speed and stealth. Oh, and flight." His holy symbol glows briefly, and, once they're within 180 feet of the other ship, he launches himself quietly out of the boat and takes to the air.
Emberar nods and grabs his halberd before hopping nimbly into the ship's boat, still barefoot. "Hopefully this ship is relatively safe...and hopefully whoever's left aboard won't put up too much of a fight," he comments. "Cap'n, Keltheald offers many mysteries...would you like me to approach through the air once we're close enough for me to take a look and return?"
Yay! Thanks so much, DQ! This seems SUPER helpful.
Thanks for typing up these lists, Lathiira!
“Gwen! Hold on!” Emberar cries. He leaps away from his post, Keltheald lending him swiftness as he darts across the deck toward the crew member.
Emberar continues to help Belina steer through the rainstorm, keeping a careful eye out for any hazards ahead.
He also takes some time to chat with her. "So...what caused you to give up a much drier life on land?"
Always a good starting point.
Emberar happily leaps down to join Belina. “Apologies. I’ve been shirking my proper duties for my enjoyment of a great view!” He joins her at the helm.
Emberar grins. “How fascinating! I’ve never seen a crab that size before—but I’m inclined toward Corwin’s view. We’re on the ocean. There’s easier way to get fresh fish.”
Emberar chats with Maheem for a few moments more before taking hisbleave. Seems like a good fellow, if a bit rigid. The next day, Emberar grins at Lee. “No worries, cap’n. That’s what I’m here for! We should make it through this rain alright, but it’ll be a damp few days.” He spends his second day up in the crow’s nest (occasionally with Kahuranga) whenever it’s safe, keeping an eye out for rougher weather or other hazards.
He spends some time chatting with both Kahuranga and following up with Maheem—while they work, of course. “You said the other day that you started out on a merchant ship, and it sounds like it wasn’t your fault you ended up down here in the Shackles. If you don’t mind my asking, what’s keeping you on? Why not go back to a, shall we say, socially acceptable life?”
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