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Sorry for silence. Real Life comes calling and taking us away from the things we love. Hoping every thing is going swell for every one and that folks are still following along. Looking forwards to others throwing in ideas. :) Your prospective Captain will be speaking up shortly/relatively. Again, wishing every one all the very best.
Those already assembled watch you new comers neutrally. One rather rough and robust looking lass folding her arms and possibly not seeming impressed by such 'City folk'. The gentleman who called you greetings stands and walks slowly around the head table, his gait that of one who's come off the worse in some previous altercation as his prosthetic leg clumps softly under his weight. "Indeed! Indeed!" He smiles and bids you make yourselves comfortable. "As you may or may not know, there were a group of adventurers who's fame and fortune was made in the defeat of a great evil which threatened to rise again within the world. Thanking the gods and fortune that they were successful and said evil was dispatched. Along the way they garnered much skill, knowledge and... fortunes..." The Captain smiles and winks, for captain he must surely be given his airs and bearings. "So... As people are wont to do, their adventures over the time for settling down and establishing themselves arrived, with the great city of Magnamar the locus of their attentions.” He takes some slices of apple, cheese and crackers and sets himself up a small treat. Even as he rests himself upon the edge of the table ”Their interests have... grown.... along with, of course, other's interests with their endeavors. One does not grow strong without attracting the attention of others. Whether those who be envious or those who be wary.” The Captain shakes his head. ”Perhaps the dangers our past Heroes faced weren't as bad as human nature, hey? Many a painful lesson has such perfidity taught our patrons lessons in caution, guile and subterfuge.” He looks around at the more senior looking folks within the space. ”As those who've been in the alliance can attest, much is done by the Consortium to protect those who choose to make a living under their banner.” He chews thoughtfully for a moment letting yourselves think about his words. ”Now! Onto our tale.” He grins, ”As you've noticed, there's much of a shell game afoot. Boats moving here and there. Bundles and cargo moving first one way and then the other.” He chuckles, ”Why! Even the Chellish navy seems to have manage to lose a ship in all these games here abouts!” This last comment garnering chuckles and laughter from some of those assembled and the Captain looks around in feigned surprise. ”Now, t'is not for me to comment on what others have lost, no!” He shakes his head, ”But, needless to say, when Queen Illiosa's Revenge slips free of our little harbour, t'will be bound for distant waters away from all the hullabaloo that the Chellish navy is currently having all about the place.” He nods to one of the other figures who's settled on some of the hay bales in a corner of the pavilion. ”Now, there's also the two great ships that the Consortium has constructed. Masterful pieces of Gnomish engineering they are, and make no mistake about that! However, war-ships they aren't. Oh, they'll hold their own... No mistake about that! Their majestic size puts them in good steed, indeed it does! They’re not weapons of war, however, but weapons of commerce!” He nods again. ”That's the Consortium's plan. Take the Golden Rose, escorted by the Queen,” He nods to the a-fore mentioned fellow Captain, ”The Coral Mystery,” He nods to a second figure, ”... And The Wandering Dubloon.” Here he nods to a fellow who seems to have been particularly eyeing you new comers. ”A convoy of ships all packed to the railing with trade goods down into the rich ports of Kaava and beyond!” He makes a sweeping gesture. ”There! Once we've turned cargo into profit, you can either take your share or stay the course as we again fill our holds with all the sugars, spices, rare timbers and other exotic wares the dark South has to offer! The better to make a fortune when we bring the bounty back home.” He watches your reactions, as do most of those around the space who are already obviously 'On board' with the coming plans. ”Ahhhhh! I see the way you're thinking. 'Why two ships like the Golden Rose?'.” He grins again, ”T'is more of the Consortium's shell games. [b]”The Golden Lilly will be setting sail a week after our convoy, with false messages of where she's bound. She'll be on her own and hence rigged more to defending herself than turning a profit. But! When she pulls into the docks in Northern Linnorn, word will spread and any enemies of the Consortium will again be looking in completely the wrong direction.” He claps his hands. ”So! There's the short of it!” he helps himself to another snack. ”Any quick questions? Thence, we can sort yourselves out with which escort you'll be serving on and you can get to know your Captain and what t'is you'll be doing.” (^_^)
Well... that's... friendly... ^^' Still.. it's not like there's a huge choice of avatars, so I do understand. ^^
Seth86: Just a question?
How much/obvious has Rokea been with her ability? Basically... are the people who are hiring her to ship out doing so because she's a good fighter? Or, are they hiring her because they know of her abilities, hence will be using her as a front line defense against the terrors of the sea?
*Nods* So, more a 'Wild native' type, then. So! Are current players happy/content/Other feeling for A) Seth to come and join? (I'm feeling a yes for this. ^^ ) B) Pleased/happy with Seth's character?
At work. Probably going to go with, "Joined up a little bit earlier and arrived on a slightly earlier boat." (^_^) Wishing every one all the very best. P.S. Flue sucks. :`(
(^_^) Will try and keep posts happening.
The large canvas pavilion is easily forty feet on a side. The draped roof held aloft with sturdy poles. The floor strewn with a thick layer of straw and hay keeps the ground clean and seems changed often enough that it is still crisp under foot/boot. Around the edges of the space are stacked yet more bales, both to replenish the floor for cleaning as well as to act as baffles and wind breaks to keep the interior of the place protected from the any weather outside. At one end a table is set for those in charge to arrange themselves behind, while other trestle tables run length-ways from there for those gathered to sit at and partake in any meetings. Currently only a hand full or people occupy the space. Two of note given their dress and demeanor. Both appear to be Captains, though one is of mature years, the other a seasoned salt though his age is closer to mot of the party's. Here and there 'average' working class men and woman sit and chat quietly. At Plik's introduction the older gentleman stands, offering a smile. "Aye! Come up to the front and ask away there!" He indicates a space closer to himself at one of the tables. The people settled about watch you new comers with interest, though their demeanor's remain neutral none seems hostile. They also do not seem bored, either.
Very sorry for no posts. :( Been feeling under the weather lately. Will hope to have something up soon. Will also give Seth86 a bit of room for catch up/integrating. Wishing every one all the very best.
(^_^) Happy to see folks are happy with people joining still. :) I... wasn't sure about the "Pain taster'. Not because of the class, but because of the alignment and how things may play out. As mentioned in a PM, I'd prefer people to stay more on the 'good' side of things. There's also the slight problem of how the character is going to transition into a prestige class so far away from their 'home lands' etc. Still, we can all work on thing. :) Can work out a little back story/Catch up if you'd like Seth86?
The convoy of small boats, vessels about the size of a 'Pinnace', slip out of the harbor under cover of night and canvas muffled oars. Those awaiting their destination take the time to catch some sleep, gently rocked by the motion of boats and lapping of the waves against the hull. Come the brightening of the horizon finds the flotilla a good ways along the coast, a skill check to determine North or South, the boats pass a larger ship moored farther out from the rough coastline. Standing and squinting, one might also catch a glimpse of sails even further out... another sloop on patrol acting as watch-guard over. At first, the convoy seems set to row on forever, until a narrow channel reveals itself to be the mouth of a small bay. As first one, then the rest, turn into the cove what at first appeared to be no more than trees is revealed to be two great ocean going vessels. Their bare masts reaching high into the morning sun cleverly sheathed in both true and glamoured foliage so as to hide them from spying eyes who might be passing along the coast farther out to sea. Arrayed around the shore are rough, pontoon floated peers, the better to allow access between the myriad tents and makeshift buildings which have been thrown up to service the final preparations as crew hustle and bustle in preparation. The ship setting at anchor, presenting a wall of solid wood and ports to the cover entry is a true warship. A Galleon, either Chellish or some nation's parallel. Nestled deeper into the cove, those amongst the group blinks, for it surely must be the ghost of the ship you've left the decks of the previous evening. As the pinnaces jostle against the peers with yet more unloading and sorting the party is met by another representative. Noting you/the gazes being cast out at the two large vessels they smile, "Aye, the Consortium has coin. They also have vision. The ship you embarked on? She's not only more efficient at holding cargo. She's also quicker and cheaper to build than a galleon. Almost the same hold space for barely three quarters of the price." The old salt nods, "Plus the saving in less crew to man her rigging." He indicates for people to make space as the large birds are being maneuvered into position for unloading, bringing to attention those already nestled deeper amongst the trees. "Come! There's a meeting tent just over there." He points to some canvas over a ways, "There'll be a Master or two about who can be answering question an' such you'll might be having about now." So saying, and lifting a load, your guide moves off, wending their way through the scurrying hustle and bustle of this shanty port.
Sorry again fro slow posting. Many, many long night shifts and ot for me. :(
Forbe's smiles, as a second bird is lifted up over the railing thence into the launch below, "Oh, theses aren't for sale... as such. T'is all part of the deal the Consortium's made with that clan of Halflings. They fly protection over the ship while we're at sea and then.. they get to settle in where voyage ends." The fellow nods, "Many pies the Consortium has baking. Is why I'm happy to sign up. Always some new angle to make a good living from turning up..." He nods with satisfaction, even as more launches approach and begin to take regular cargo.. and eventually yourselves... The small convoy of small vessels rowing quietly along and slipping out of the harbor under the cover of darkness.
The hanging from the end of the cables emerging from the hold is a large, flat tray over which cables of rope secure something bundles under canvas covers. The rising palanquin barely fits through the deck's hatch, the human on one edge and the Halfing on the other guiding it past the lip with judicious nudges of poled gaff hooks. At one end a Hafling, garbed in the leathers you've seen the group wearing, whispers soothingly to bundle from which one edge a beak protrudes... Forbes leans against the rail and whistles quietly, "Yeah... keepin' that bundle of trouble quiet in the travels is something..." At any looks the new crew around him might give him he smiles. "Ah! Them?" He indicates the Halflings and rising eagle and its handler, "They're something special bin arraigned. You'll see more really interesting things over the next few days. The Consortium is into all sorts of things, this...um... 'Squadron'..." And Forbes nods again, "Aye, there's a whole...um... flock? Don't know what the lot of them called." The lift rises then swings wide over the deck before beginning to be lowered into the waiting launch, with a second boat cumming into place along side in readiness to receive more cargo. "Consortium is playin' a 'Shell game' with stuff. Loading, unloading, shifting and shuffling things around to keep the competition guessing and as in the dark as possible...."
Two 'Officer' type crew members approach the party. One quietly presents themselves to the group of Halflings while the other steps forwards and tips their cap to yourselves. "Good day and good greeting." The fellow says, "Forbes Stafford." He glances to where the other officer is leading two of the senior appearing Halfling down into the hold, even as the masts are being swung about and ropes lowered. (A standard practice while in port was to use the masts of the ship as an effective 'crane' to help lift bulk cargo up, out of the hold) "Now, no need to worry about how things seem. Lots of politics and subterfuge about." He offers, or tries, to give a re-assuring wink even as the sound of industry come from below and besides the hull. Looking over the railing you see a large skiff, almost a small pinnace, being nudged into position besides the great ship upon who's deck you stand. Rows are dropped down and a series of wooden steps lowered to the large launch. Mr Stafford watches with only slight interest. "Sorry to say, you'll be going out on the later boats. Those folks," He indicates the Halflings, "Have current loading priority..." So saying his attention turns to where something large is being lifted up from the hold.....
The sailor stops and tugs a forelock by way of greeting before looking to answer Navarro's question. "That can't rightly say, mate. But you folks 'ave different things ahead." So saying they amble off on what ever errand it is the crew are currently doing.... Which to knowledgeable eyes would seem strangely quiet and none to hurried.
Plik is shown through the 'stall' of the rest of the building. Basically each is just a large holding room for the myriad types of cargo being moved through the building with various small 'sample' wares being displayed on trunnion tables for 'Employees' to look over and possibly buy. Navarro, Tempest, Constantine and Apex are led through the building as well, though not as circuitously as Plix. Both would note the group of Halflings from before, still wearing their leather armor, also being group lead. Soon(-ish) they all walk out of a different side door, across the cobbled streets and thence up the gang-plank of the great ship moored there. The long shadows of dusk fall across the harbor and the group notes a seeming lack of lanterns being lit.... though, strangely, there seems to be a glow being cast by the ship back onto the docks.
Your group and the halflings are mustered by the far rail and thence.. simply asked to wait a little longer.
Really sorry. Still really busy. Hope folks are doing okay.
Will post soon. Busy time of shift for me. Leaking bathroom appliances/fittings to fix. Wishing every one all the very best.
The 'Old salt' look at Navarro. "Can't say I un'ersatnd th' way of th' Officers. But when an order comes down? Ye jump to it." He grips his bracers as he motions people along into the other places deeper within the warehouse. "I don't say I un'erstand th' need fer all th' secrecy over th' contraption...." He acknowledges, "Then agin, in't never seen a thrower built like that afore, neither." He harrumphs. "Name's Brack." He finishes by way of introduction.
The group (A small hooded figure joining them in the company of a Gnome lass) are first ushered into a kind of 'waiting room'. There the priest of Abadar touches each of you lightly with a staff before intoning, "You are by these words set. You shall not discuss the item you are about to be shown to any one. You may only talk freely about the item upon the decks of Consortium ships and vessels..." So saying the group is then shown into a larger room in the warehouse in which a curtain draped 'thing' sits in center stage. Once the door is closed behind you and the locks and wards reset the curtain is drawn back to reveal..... Image:
Once the spell has settled upon you all you are lead from the chamber (Again, under some security) and off into the 'working' rooms of the warehouse. Here you may see about purchasing any further items (With a 10% 'Company' discount and fraternize and such. You are given over to another 'Old salt' who will answer some questions etc.
The priest smiles reassuringly, "Fear not. T'is not too onerous a charge. Know that I, too, am under the same geas as that which will be given." As the Priest speaks the troupe of Hal-lings are ushered forwards and taken through a door into another room/area. He leans closer to Constantine and whispers a reply. "Fear not friend, the Church has discounts in place for the faithful."
Moving forwards: Constantine takes his leave from his charming luncheon companion and returns to the first tavern which caught his eye. The two doormen still eye him dubiously but allow him entrance. He is soon seated before an officious looking woman and his details/references taken down. Tempest, Navarro and Apex share some good food, nice wines/ales and time together they are seemingly soon joined by another potential looking employee (Yes Constantine has joined your dinner soiree. ^_^ ) After more time together, the day is drawing into early evening, when an officious looking gentleman comes into the room and introduces himself and his position as the official Consortium greeter. He thence asks if you are ready to actually join the Consortium's group? What is to follow is the real and true entry test. What has happened so far are simply preliminary affairs. Once the group has agreed he takes the three of you out of the tavern, across the street and into the large ware-house which seems to be more the focal point for the Consortium's affairs.
Once within a large seeming meeting hall there are quite a few others of many different races and classes also awaiting their turn through what ever procedure is to come. A group of Half-lings, all rearing similar leather Armour quietly waits casually glancing about and whispering softly to one another. They appear rather young, even by Half-ling standards. Soon a quite officious looking fellow and a priest of Abadar enter. He waits for a moment for people's conversations to die down, rapping walking cane quietly to gather attention more quickly if he has too. "Greetings gentle-beings all." He decals in a firm, clear deep voice. "Your final trial awaits you. The Consortium has enlisted the services of the Church of Abadar and, should any of you wish to go and verify their credentials yourself? The trial shall still be awaiting you." With this said, and the Priest looking back calmly at every one also (People are free to sense motive to check things out for themselves if they wish. Yes, it's a real priest of Abadar) The Maitre D then clears his throat some what dramatically and declares. "The final trail is for you to submit to a geas. It is nothing too dramatic nor onerous. It is just.... Well, the are others who would wish to work against our groups interest and we seek to insure our people's safety." Both he and the Priest cast their gaze over those assembled, the Half-lings are already shuffling forwards as a group seeming in a slight hurry to get the affairs over and done with.
Should be having a post up by Tuesday for Plix. Sorry for slowing down. Real Life gets in the way some times. Wishing every one all the very best.
*Pushes Constantine back to previous tavern* XD Wishing everyone all the very best.
How are people finding things? Feed back/comments welcome. Much cheers to all.
This CE Outsider does hate mayo. Omox demons love the stuff.This just in! Succubi fear mayonnaise! Paladins the multiverse over can now be seen smearing their swords in the stuff.As if! Mayo is an evil, vile abomination that deserves to die all on its lonesome without outside help.Numerous People: So what's up with the mayonnaise?Only Liz (and likely Cosmo) could pull off something so heinous that it would make people fear mayonnaise. Um.. I believe you're supposed to eat the stuff.. not slather it all over one's self and bath in it... (>_>) Just saying...
Will have a post for Plik up in a day or so... Sorry for being slow... Work, work, work. Okey-dokey.. :P
Apex continues to politely eat her food. The staff are polite, if reserved. The prices seem quite reasonable. The room could comfortable seat about ten or so people.
Wishing every one all the very best after what was probably for them a holiday event. :)
Seems the Paizo site is crashing my browser. Am trying to work up the proper response to Plik... It's just taking.. time.. and reloads.. and restarts .... :/ Hope those lucky enough to be going to Paizo-con have fun. :) Wishing every one all the very best.
When you lean closer to the door to speak your mind you hear what you think might be the sounds of furniture scuffling or being pushed about. Almost immediately, however, a voice calls back, "Come in."
Sorry for really slowing down with posting. :( Computer still having problems. Coming into busy time for work. :( Will try and add something for Plik next couple of days. At least get them into the tavern/arraign meeting etc. Wishing every one all the very best.
Hello Plik. You're character is in Magnamar which, while a cosmopolitan city, is still not quite monster friendly. Perhaps a cloak? Or a description of walking along other than a road? Kobolds are small, right? They'll fit into different types of spaces? (^_~) Still some small computer troubles. Will try and add longer posts for people soon. Best wishes to all.
Sorry... Work is been hectic. Computer is glitching. Will try and update next two days or so. Wishing every one all the very best.
The serving lass nods, waits just a little bit longer for the Lady Apex to ask for anything before she goes and serves up what has been asked for. Of note is that she too has a similar patch of cloth woven into her dress. It would seem to be a badge of some sort, perhaps?
One of the serving wenches pauses in her errands and looks out to see which ship Constantine is indicating. Once she does she sniffs and huffs, "Oh them! Bin tighter than Virgin's gussets, that lot. All 'We in't talkin' ta' like of you'. Some fat purses come an' strung pretty flags up all over tha' place. Hired goons ta' keep payin' customers out." She finishes handing down the drinks she'd been carrying for a table and flounces over to Constantine. "More fool 'em, I say. We've more'n doubled our business these past few weeks. More client-tell comin' seekin' wares than a'fore." She now suggestively looks Constantine up and down. "As fer said Captain of that ship? HA! Half the Salt's here are takin' wagers as ta' whether that fat bottomed bucket will make it through its first storm." She spits derisively out onto the gutter. One of the older patrons, a grizzled fellow by his tanned skin and silver peppered side whiskers looks over to the conversation between Constantine and the wench. "That boat? She looks more like a Galleon bin shaggin' a whale than a ship." His joke gets chuckles and appreciation from those around him, even as his nods to Constantine. "You mark my words. Them fancy Toffs whut got that idea in't their heads? They'll be rue-in' tha' day such a fat prize got offered up ta Besmara, you mark my words young'n...." He nods to himself even as those around him make subtle signs to ward off/appease Besmara's eye. "You mark my words..."
OK, Camris here, this is my selected character. (^_^)
So... should I open the gates to more players? Or do people think they can handle things with the three of you? I must admit, when I have the opportunity, I can add posts quite quickly (We'll see how combat goes >_> ) am working on -if not usable maps- at least a ways of providing images for people to have an idea of what is about. :) Camris and... um Apex are okay with each other's classes etc. Looking forwards to Plik working his (Her?) way into the game. Much cheers to all.
*Salutes* You've a post and something pretty for people to look at.... one might ask, what else is there? (^_~) Much cheers to all.
The pair of guards at the door straighten noticeably as the warrior approaches. While one continues to be mindful of Miss Apex, the other shifts all of his attention to the man who approaches. When the fellow comes within ten feet or so of the tavern's entry he calls a greeting in a firm and clear voice. "Hail, Sir."
Welcome to the two players in the game so far! I hope things are going well for any others who've perused the invitation. Looking forwards to 'meeting and greeting' every one who wants to/is available to play. (^_^) Much cheers to all.
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