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 Burning Rudder, Cont "You know what the sun's all about"
Ghost
Posted: Mar 21 2011, 06:39 PM


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"Well." Vhen said, whipping the blood off of the sword with the captain's jacket. "That is what one would call a successful mutiny. Free from the tyranny of our terrible leader, aye? All we need to do now is pick the next captain."

Vhen turned too look at the current crew of the ship. All looking rather boringly sullen and serious. Orland, the one who had instigated the whole thing, stood in front, as sullen as the rest.

"No, I'm afraid there is still one more symbol of the captain that must be dealt with."

Vhen carefully took all of the gold or or valuables he could find on the captain and pocketed them.

"Oh yes? Who then?" He turned to the crew who stared at him in silence.

"We're not serving no elf."

"...Well, flames."

The sailer next to Orland came forward, drawing his sword, but Vhen was quicker. Though Vhen hadn't gotten to his sword in time, he did have time to pull an arrow from the quiver on his waist and shove it squarely into the man's stomach. By the time the rest of the crew had backed up and drawn their weapons so had Vhen.

"Well then. En garde." If there is anything Vhen had learned while serving with this crew, it's that they weren't particularly skilled in real combat situations. Vhen, on the other hand, was. Though taking on the ten- err... nine men in front of him wasn't a feet he was certain he could pull off. He was hoping he would do something that would frighten them into either surrendering or leaving.

Orland had apparently sunk towards the back of the crowd, because Vhen didn't see him when the first man moved towards him swinging his sword rather hap-hazardly. Vhen parried and made a slash on the man's abdomen. As the man came forward again, the sailors in the back starting throwing things at him. Aside from a few pieces off wood Vhen heard something crash and shatter behind him. The man looked startled for a moment and Vhen took the opportunity to shove his sword into the man's stomach. The rest of the sailors looked on in frightened expressions.

"So, I'm captain then?" he sniffed. "What's that? Smoke?" Turning, he saw that some idiot had thrown a lantern, which had shattered and hit a barrel of pitch. Now the cabin was on fire, soon the rest of the boat would be as well. Vhen's posture slacked. "Well... Actual flames."

Orland and company apparently took that as the perfect opportunity to take Vhen unawares. He was suddenly grabbed by the arms, pushed against the mast and tied too it. Facing away from the fire at least. The crew had already begun going for the lifeboats. Orland looked on him rather smugly, and leaned in uncomfortably close.

"Have a nice time going down with the ship, captain." Vhen spit in his eye.

One of the other sailors looked on before going on the boat. "Are we even going to take his stuff?" Then the sails caught on fire. "Oh, nevermind. Say hello to the Maker, Knife-Ear."

Then Vhen was alone on a burning boat. The fire had begun eating at the back of the rope, at least, but he couldn't really go anywhere baring swimming. In the cold water. At night.

"I have more sympathy for Andraste then I ever thought I would."
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Yarik
Posted: Mar 21 2011, 08:09 PM


Bianca, you minx! That was beautiful!


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Sailing at night was a risky game to play. The sea was not a gentle thing, and trying to sail by the light of a torch or a lantern was a danger enough on a thing built out of very flammable materials. The crew of the ship on the horizon was learning this lesson well- an incredible mass of flames were tearing up their ship's mast and billowing into the night sky, a beacon that might even be visible from distant Kirkwall- and at the rate the ship was burning, anyone aboard would be fairly well-done in 10 minutes or so. Luckily for them, the Rezanaut would be upon them before that, and her crew just happened to be in need of an able-bodied man or two.

Mako climbed down from the crow's nest carefully, as he had helped himself earlier to the ship's supplies, which were plentiful even in consideration to the 7 men they were intended to support, and was now swaying a bit from a few too many swigs of Fereldan whiskey. The taste was awful and it smelled like dog piss, but it was the strongest drink on the ship.

As he reached the deck, Mako dimmed the lantern attached to the mast until it barely flickered, though the ship was hardly difficult to spot in the bright light of the moon hanging overhead. Afterwards, he stomped twice on the floor, which was his preferred method of calling the attention of anyone below decks.

Rather than wait for his crewmates, he jumped the step up to the Navigator's deck and began to turn the ship just enough to bring it around the front of the flaming vessel, which grew rapidly closer thanks to the stiff wind that night. From the cloth pile in the corner, where he had thrown his tunic, he pulled his sword out. Caution in all things, his father had always told him, and this was most certainly a thing.
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Alton Brant
Posted: Mar 21 2011, 10:10 PM


Where is your nug now?!


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The groggy rogue made his way up to the deck while adjusting his belt. His eyes adjusted to the surroundings after rubbing them lightly and following Mako's glance. A ship sat in the waters like a torch in great darkness, producing a rather profound look on Alton's face.

"Huh," he said, staring at the scene in silence for a moment.
"Waste of a good ship," he said shortly after, walking to the edge of the sloop to get a better look. It wasn't common to see a ship set on fire. Most pirates wouldn't pass up hijacking another craft, if only to sell it at a later time. Usually if they're destroyed, there was some kind of message behind it.

Better them than us, he thought. His keen eyes then picked up movement amidst the blaze.

"Wait a minute, I see someone. There's a survivor," he exclaimed, staring in astonishment. At this rate, they wouldn't be living for long. They'd be roasted, which seemed like an incredibly undesirable way to go. Even with that in mind, Alton had no intentions of jumping into the water for a rescue. Unnecessary danger was something Alton tried to avoid, and fit in with his rule 'Don't get involved'.

But then he jumped into the water. It was one of those rare little moments in time, where split second decisions are made that surprise ones self. The freezing water jolted through his body, temporarily paralyzing him and stealing his breath. Alton gasped for air before swimming over to the ship and managing himself up over the side.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on," he rattled off, maneuvering around the flames and unsheathing his blade. At a closer glance, it appeared to be an elf. By the heat of the flames, Brant's clothes were nearly dry once more, which seemed like good encouragement to move faster.

He cut the elf free and grunted in pain as he felt flames lick the side of his arm. Jerking away from the heat, he then pushed the survivor towards the ship, not knowing the extent of damage suffered by the captive. Following right behind him, Alton jumped into the ocean and sighed in relief as his burns soothed by the freezing waters.

"Up!" he shouted up towards the deck. That was unexpected.

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Erinne
Posted: Mar 21 2011, 10:44 PM


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She nearly jumped out of her skin when Mako's boots thudded against the deck above her. It had been taking a long time to try and clean up the mess below (something they probably should have considered beforehand but chances are it was going to get messy either way.) But soon she had found that no matter how repulsive the smell was, she was far too tired to continue and had opted to rest for a bit. She wasn't sure what happened after that as she felt Alton brush by her, beating her topside.

Erinne skidded out from below deck just to see Alton leaping into the water towards the inferno. At first, she thought he had seen something of value, and began to mentally criticize what pirates would do for a bit of coin before she saw the elf squirming amongst the flames. Her eyes widened as she tried to steady herself from Mako's hurried steering, trying to get them as close as possible without setting their newly claimed ship on fire as well.

Despite the full moon, it was difficult to see them in the dark water with the bright flames behind them, like walking into a brightly lit room after sitting in the dark, but she could see two bobbing heads in the water near the ship before Alton bellowed "UP!"

Grabbing the rope ladders, she threw them into the water as she saw the two had made it out alive. Having no idea what kind of shape the elf was in, hell even if he was still conscious, she reached down and helped pull the two up to the deck, chilled to the bone as the cold water hit the skin of her feet, as she had yet to put her boots back on.

From what she could immediately see, Alton had burned his arm and the elf looked and smelled a little singed as she crouched down next to the stranger. "It's no wonder you lost your bloody thumb, Alton." she murmured, waiting to see if the elf would respond. "Guess today's your lucky day."
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Yarik
Posted: Mar 21 2011, 11:53 PM


Bianca, you minx! That was beautiful!


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Throwing himself overboard and into the frigid waters was not the first thing Mako expected Alton to do, but he reacted fairly quickly despite his slight inebriation, pitching the ship in the opposite direction so as not to crush him beneath its hull.

Erinne simply stared, still bare of foot, at the plumes of fire as Mako brought the Rezanaut around the other ship once. As they passed beyond the fire and lost sight of Alton, he had just pulled himself over the hull and onto the ship's main deck. By the time he had pulled the ship around, the mast was aflame, and both Alton and the elf had disappeared.

"UP!" came the shout from below, and Mako ran to the side of the ship and peered over the edge to see the pair floating in the water. Erinne reached over to help them, and Mako pitched the Rezanaut hard in their direction, bringing the top deck nearly against the water at its side, allowing Alton and his new friend to board a bit more conveniently than had the Rivaini done nothing. Once they were aboard, he let the ship correct itself, then left the wheel unattended. His sword near at hand strapped to his chest, and his whiskey firmly in hand, Mako brightened the lantern so as to better gain sight of the ship's latest guest.
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Ghost
Posted: Mar 22 2011, 05:29 PM


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Vhen, coughed, and looked around the persistently burning ship. He couldn't help but think this was a rather unfortunate way to die. There should at least have been a crowd. He figured, given another minute or so, the fire would at least have burned through the rope enough for him to flee the ship. Then float around in the open ocean for while. Then he saw another boat. Small, but there were people on it. Through, the light from the fire was making it difficult to see any details.

"Oh, hello there! I'm rapidly approaching an intimate understanding of the plight of Andraste. Unfortunately, I doubt any religions will be formed around me."

Then he saw a human come out through the fire, looking at least slightly inebriated.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on." he said. Vhen wasn't entirely certain what else he would do, still tied to the mast of the boat, but he coughed again before he could say anything witty. As soon as he was untied the human pushed him towards the edge of the boat. Vhen did not think twice, and dove out as soon as he could, the human close behind.

"Up!" he shouted, and in a few moments Vhen was hoisted back out of freezing water. It took a few moments for his eye to adjust to see whoever it was that had saved him.

"Nice to meet you, lady and gentlemen. I deeply appreciate pulling me from that. Our helmsman steered into a rogue patch of fire. You know how it is." Vhen said, emphasizing both his sarcasm and Rivaini accent.
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Alton Brant
Posted: Mar 22 2011, 06:05 PM


Where is your nug now?!


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"Alton Brant," the pirate wheezed, doubled over to catch his breath and dripping wet.
"Yes, quite nice of us," Alton agreed, before unsheathing his short sword and bringing it dangerously close to the elf's neck.

"Tell me why I burnt my arm," Mr. Brant demanded. He paused, thinking over what he just said.

"Or- just tell me who the hell you are, and the story better be entertaining. Or at the very least not make me regret actin' the part of a hero. I gotta reputation to upkeep!" he explained, glancing up at Mako and Erinne momentarily.

They needed more crew. That was about what it came down to. Of course, if the elf mentioned anything about being an apostate, Alton was going to toss him overboard right then and there. The last thing he wanted was to be in the middle of spells and swords. Nowdays that conflict seemed to leave nothing untouched, including the operations of smugglers and pirates.

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Ghost
Posted: Mar 22 2011, 06:50 PM


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Vhen cringed slightly at the blade. He is usually prepared for death threats, but he hadn't expected one after having his life saved. He continued to emphasize his accent. Accents tend to make stories better.

"Tell me why I burnt my arm, or- just tell me who the hell you are, and the story better be entertaining. Or at the very least not make me regret actin' the part of a hero. I gotta reputation to upkeep!"

"Well, you burnt your arm because fire is rather hot. Now, who I am is a different matter." Vhen scratched his eye, moving his hand slowly as to not incite any unnecessary action. Then inhaled deeply.

"I am a man of several names and many stories! I am a pirate! I am an assassin! I am a an archer! I am a swordsman! I am a lover! I am a fighter! I am an elf! I am an outlaw! I have sailed the high seas and rode horseback through mountain valleys! I've killed many men, several women, and even more of other races! I've seen men become demons and demons slain by men! I've lived among the impoverished, hidden among the rich, and murdered among both! I've heard the stoic tale of the Qun and the echo of the Chantry! I am a hardened man of sword and bow! I hail from Rivain but call nowhere home! And!" he looked around the ship "... I am in dire need of another boat to serve on now." He extended his hand.

"I'm Vhen, how'da do." He sighed. "Was that any good? I've been practicing."
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Erinne
Posted: Mar 22 2011, 07:24 PM


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"Erinne Saval, pleasure." For a moment she wondered if the smoke had gotten to him before she raised her eyebrows, shaking her head. It was quite a claim he made, but it wasn't her place to question it, it was Alton's. Ah, the joys of being captain. At first she was unsure exactly how to respond, other then some sarcastic peanut-gallery comment. "Quite a lot of talk for someone who was just about to face the Maker. But, seems alright. Get over here, Alton, let me see your arm."

Stepping over the elf, she took Alton's arm and moved his sleeve, exposing his arm and the second degree burn on it. It was already starting to blister and was bright red around most of the upper part of his arm. She wrinkled her nose and pulled out some bandages. "Bloody Maker, Alton, it's a wonder you didn't explode with all the alcohol in your system. How you're even standing at this point is beyond me." she murmured before looking over at Vhen. "You alright? No burns or anything?"

She tied off the bandage before standing back up, nodding down towards the elf as she looked to Alton. "So, Alton, what exactly are you planning for this elf anyways?" she looked down to the elf before frowning slightly. "His crew tied him up and left him for dead, maybe there's a reason why, eh?"
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Yarik
Posted: Mar 22 2011, 07:54 PM


Bianca, you minx! That was beautiful!


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"Nice to meet you, lady and gentlemen. I deeply appreciate pulling me from that. Our helmsman steered into a rogue patch of fire. You know how it is." So the elf liked to jest; Mako wasn't averse to humor, though he had personally found that it alienated as often as it entertained.

Alton began to question the elf, and while he did, Mako took another quick drink from the bottle of whiskey. Then he put on a brave face as he fought to keep the contents of his stomach comfortably where they belonged, and not all over the deck in front of him. It was nice to sink into the background again, to settle into the familiar and known. Life in Kirkwall was far too much an adventure for Mako's tastes.

"I am a man of several names and many stories! I am a pirate! I am an assassin! I am a an archer! I am a swordsman! I am a lover! I am a fighter! I am an elf! I am an outlaw! I have sailed the high seas and rode horseback through mountain valleys! I've killed many men, several women, and even more of other races! I've seen men become demons and demons slain by men! I've lived among the impoverished, hidden among the rich, and murdered among both! I've heard the stoic tale of the Qun and the echo of the Chantry! I am a hardened man of sword and bow! I hail from Rivain but call nowhere home! And! ... I am in dire need of another boat to serve on now," the elf said, impressing Mako. A fellow Rivaini? Rivain was Thedas' primary exporter of pirates and raiders, yes, but the coincidences of the past weeks were beginning to paint an odd picture. Mako was not a superstitious man, and he had never heard the Chant. Nobody could have designed for them to drunkenly sail directly into this elf and his burning ship, though, so he abated his suspicions and tossed his bottle of whiskey to the elf. I'm Vhen, how'da do. Was that any good? I've been practicing."

"If your sword is as sharp as your tongue, serrah, I would gladly have you remain aboard our vessel!" Mako replied, trying to remember what he had done with his bottle of whiskey. "But, thankfully, I am not in possession of the final word on any matters of the ship and crew. What say you, messeres?"

He turned his head towards Erinne and Alton, but overshot it a bit and found himself looking at the mast. It took only a second to correct himself.

"His crew tied him up and left him for dead, maybe there's a reason why, eh?" Erinne offered. Wise words. 'Caution in all things', Mako remembered, and then promptly forgot.

"Well, his ship was on fire, serrah. It would be only natural that they would flee from it! Perhaps our new friend tied himself to the mast so as to keep the wind from sweeping him up by the ears and into the water below!" Satisfied with himself, Mako draped the strap of his sword over his shoulder and began to stumble towards the captain's deck and his crumpled tunic in the corner, as the cold grew about him.
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Alton Brant
Posted: Mar 22 2011, 08:28 PM


Where is your nug now?!


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"Wait, stop-I," Alton began as Erinne started fussing over his arm. It didn't look entirely captain-ly, but he eventually gave in and allowed her to take care of his arm. He gave the elf an indecisive look, pursing his lips together.

"His crew tied him up and left him for dead, maybe there's a reason why, eh?"

"Too right," Alton replied, tilting his head to the side. "Seems you're many things, Vhen. Enough things to be tied to a ship and left to die in a most unsavory fashion. Now, if ya were in our boots, I reckon you can imagine how it looks. Maybe you 'r dealt a bad hand. I'm willin' to accept that those in our line of work often find themselves with 'em."

He sheathed the sword and offered his hand.

"Mako seems to trust you enough, which may do you a service. You need a ship. Well, we're short on crew. She doesn't look like much, but the Rezanaut is one hell of a ship, especially once you get a feel for her. We're short on numbers, but we're quality over quantity, so remember that if you aim to knife anyone in their sleep. I don't ask that you be a saint, Vhen, I only ask that you work for your pay. If you want to check your options, just say so and we'll drop you at next port and that'll be that."
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Ghost
Posted: Mar 23 2011, 07:10 PM


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"Thank you, Messre. I can assure you asking me for saint hood would be far too much. For everyone on this boat, I imagine." Vhen took Alton's hand and lifted himself up. He stretched a bit. A few light burns and rope burns but for the most part he would recover. As far as he knew anyway.

"As for why I was tied to an oceanic pyre? There was a mutiny. I lead the crew in killing the rather oppressive (and insufferably boring) Captain. I had been first mate, so I rhetorically asked who would next gain Captainhood. A rather annoying Orlesian named Orland then informed me that they would not serve under a knife ear, and the crew began to attack. I stabbed two of them and then some idiot threw a lantern. When I was distracted by idiocy they tied me down and fled. That is that." Vhen began to walk around the deck of the ship, barefeet patting softly on the wood.

"I can serve on your ship, Messere. I have on many before. And I certainly won't be pointing any knives at any of you. Yet. Working that ship had been my main line of income for some time, and I'd rather avoid going threw the assassin's connections for the next few months. You have a crew mate if you'll take me."
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Yarik
Posted: Mar 23 2011, 10:36 PM


Bianca, you minx! That was beautiful!


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"I can serve on your ship, Messere. I have on many before. And I certainly won't be pointing any knives at any of you. Yet. Working that ship had been my main line of income for some time, and I'd rather avoid going threw the assassin's connections for the next few months. You have a crew mate if you'll take me."

Donning his tunic turned out to be a far more difficult task for the inebriated Mako than he had initially predicted it would be, and he struggled for a good few minutes to get his head through the right hole, only to find the thing was on backwards. It would have to do, and Mako thought it unlikely any of the others would notice that the pattern usually on the back of his clothing was now on the front, and vice-versa.

"You said, serrah, that you hail from Rivain?" Mako asked the elf as he tripped on his return, skillfully recovering from the fall by slamming into the mast and then propping himself up into a casual lean against it. "I, too, hail from that noble land of... of... why, that land of flowery descriptions! Truly a marvelous place it is. Of course, you will forgive me if I have no desire to returned to that blasted isle of Llomeryn!"

He was disappointed to find his whiskey had not yet returned to him from wherever he left it, and so Mako decided he would have to settle for some weaker alcohol from the well-stocked cargo hold, which was supplied enough for at least a score of heavy-drinkers. "I find myself growing quite parched, friends. If any of you feel similarly, I would be honored to retrieve something for you from our ample stores. Merely ask, and it shall be done!"
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Erinne
Posted: Mar 23 2011, 10:53 PM


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"I find myself growing quite parched, friends. If any of you feel similarly, I would be honored to retrieve something for you from our ample stores. Merely ask, and it shall be done!"

She laughed, looking over to Mako. He hadn't seemed to be a big drinker at first but he was actually rather funny when he was intoxicated. In fact, his shirt was on backwards. She stepped over to Mako and set her hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Aye, I agree. This calls for a few drinks. However, the only request I make is that we maybe get away from the burning ship before we get too comfortable below deck?"

Then she looked back to Alton and the elf, waiting for word whether he had decided to let the elf stay or not still had yet to be decided, and she had no intention of trying to change Alton's mind, whatever path he chose for the boy. She doubted he was going to say no, Alton wouldn't have gone off to save him if he didn't think that something was in it for him. Despite the fact that she absolutely refused to call him Captain. She was along for the ride.

"So then Alton, as soon as we get away from the fireball of a ship, will we be having four below decks...or just three and one swimming to shore?"
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Alton Brant
Posted: Mar 24 2011, 01:10 AM


Where is your nug now?!


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Alton was chuckling throughout the event with Mako and the elf. It was lighthearted, but deep down Alton knew he had to figure out his whole crew, and as such Alton watched Mako's movements. He eventually walked over and tapped Mako's shoulder, muttering, "Walk with me."

Alton pushed the doors open to the top deck and rested his hands on the rails overlooking the night's ocean. He never looked at Mako, but his words were surely addressed to the pirate he respected very much.

"Mako. I understand why you're here. I can hardly believe I'm here myself, really. You never really lose the skills...But maker. You found me... From our respective ships, we were doing quite well, weren't we? You know of me, you know my strong points...maybe you know my low points. I can't hold our finances. Ever. And I mean that," he said, turning to face Mako as he rested his back on the wood.

"I can't do it. So you're the treasure holder, alright? And unless it's a straight up payment, you never tell me where it isi, alright?...I don't need to tell you what happens if things go south. So you keep it to yourself. And don't you dare tell Erinne or the elf...cuz I'd get it from 'em, you understand?" Alton showed his nine fingers, but didn't meet his eyes. He was too pissed off and proud to connect himself to that lifestyle, but in reality he already had a major lifestyle.
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