Chapter V: The dangers of a voyage at sea

[Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels]

The ship is near, and all are hurrying towards it.

***Astropic of the day***

[Avour]

Nervously Avour watches as she hears something. Looking around the sees Talia and a massive grin comes across her face, however it's quickly wiped off when she sees that Talia is rather serious about something. Taking a light jump Avour jumps up on the animal with little help and looks around.

"Avour-Kin happy much to see Talia-Kin" She whispers and then holds on around Talia's waist.

“You’d be lost if I wasn’t here to annoy you”
             – Little Sister speaking to Big Sister.......
Character Description

[Koldar Mondrakken]

Koldar has many questions on his lips but he senses that this not the time and place and that he is definetely to exhausted to get a clear mind anyway so he just follows Talia's lead.

He recognizes that Avour climbs onto the Aj'Nuvic but then just wants to head for the ship though one question was burning up his throat, a question he does not dare to ask while he is still in Strata though...
 What happened to Soya? Though Talia is alright! Thank the Twelve! ' Koldar looks up to her and manages a small smile though remaining silent. 'At least one thing turned up good this night, one thing at least...'

His steps are weak and undecisive but yet he manages to seem more exhausted about this night and quite calm about the way how it turned out and not like in truth, the other way around...

Koldar Mondrakken, Knight of the Moonlight
--Santharian Master of Disaster ;)--

Edited by: Koldar Mondrakken at: 6/4/02 9:14:12 pm

[Terra Artemos]

The group tired and battle worn, arrive at the ship just in time, as final preparations are being made before the ship departs. The group boards meeting the captain, who looks over the group recognizing Avour ,Talia and Almenda.

"You are just in time lads. We were just getting ready to cast off."

Captain Rekjeik looks to Talia, who appears in command of her Aj.

"Lass, you will need to take your animal down below with the others."

He calls to two of his crew. One a young looking dwarf with big strong shoulders, more notable than most dwarves, but a fire of intelligence in his youthful eyes. The other a stern and seasoned sailor. Then addresses the group again.

"These lads will show you to you bunk room. I need them to hurry back so we can get underway."

The two dwarves lead them down through the hold where the horses and the Aj would be housed during the voyage. Terra happens by her horse on the way by and removes her pack and the saddle bags. Talia spends a few minutes getting Swing settled although obviously no happy to be forced into the hold with the horses. Putting them over each of her shoulders, she bears the burden in the same silent grace.
The two dwarves wait talking with each other, not hiding there eagerness to be underway, and then continue to lead the group though a small door on the far end of the hold, when every one was ready to move on.

{OOC}OK, I am leaving off there till we have things better figured out.{/OOC}

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'Life is a grim reality, through which only honor shines.'

[Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels]

Avour jumps on Swings back and Talia is happy to feel her arm around her waist. And though Koldar seems hurt and extremely exhausted and looks worried he smiles at her.

She bends down a little and whispers to him:

„Soya is hurt , but she will be well again, I‘ll tell you more later on! Come on, hold on the ropes, it is easier!“

She looks at Koldar and the others,  and suddenly a warm feeling runs through her body.

 I know these people only a few days, why do I care so much?

They are all hurrying to the ship and enter it just in time.
Some dwarves are leading them down to their bunks and Swing has to follow,though she doesn‘t like it at all.
Maybe I can find a place outside for her later

***Astropic of the day***

[Koldar Mondrakken]

Koldar looks up to Talia a very uneasy and worried look on his face and puts one hand on the rope to hold himself. He eyes Talia deeply to figure out what she wants to tell him with that. Soya is hurt? How bad? And what does Talia want to tell him? His eyes watch this tall woman closely and he wonders about her ...and him.
Unsure about this whole situation and the choice he was forced to against his own plans he draws back and turns away from her looking back to Strata.
He sighs deeply and then follows silently and weak the others onto the ships.

Koldar Mondrakken, Knight of the Moonlight
--Santharian Master of Disaster ;)--

[Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels]

Talia hates it. Two dwarves are leading them far away from their animals to two little , dark rooms, which are smaller than one of the little attached Shendar domes. And here they are meant to stay for the whole journey?

„Where is this other person who was with you and who will pay us?“ the dwarf asks them.

„You will get your money, no fear, any other thing isn‘t of interest for you!“

Talia is a bit astonished over her unfriendliness, but well, some hours of sleep will help.But she gets even unhappier when she looks  up these „beds“. Simply planks are fastened on the wall and the inhabitants have to sleep  in three stores, but there is nearly no room to sit up in one of these bunks. She can easily look in the top one. Talia can‘t decide if she prefers the upper ones to the lower ones, but while thinking about it, Avour and Terra enter the little cabin and put their stuff in the middle ones. Darn. Talia hates it, that the group isn‘t in one room, but Koldar and Almenda have been led already in an extra one, some steps away, with another cabin lying in between.

She finally decides to enter the cabin as well, throws  her stuff on one of the lower „beds“, having to bend down to have a look at.

"Hey, that is pretty low there, dusty and sticky. I wonder who was the last person using it?"

Avour seems a bit distressed, so Talia just puts all those unpleasant feelings aside and goes to Avour  saying:“ We will see if I just  chased another passenger away, come Avour, I need a big hug to be able to bear all these  things here, I‘m so glad to have you back.“

And she takes Avour in her arms for an endless hug.

  Oh, I forgot about Capher, have to look after him soon, though I have no idea how to help him.

***Astropic of the day***

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 6/18/02 3:36:31 pm

[Issabelle]

Issa was there... somewhere... Staying back behind the dwarven and the woman... She stopped at the end of the hallway... and watched them go to the roo, she now knew where her room was, as if she would ever really use it anyway. But should she be questioned, she could at least have somewhere to point to.~

~She turned and headed back to the open air of the deck. She walked down the corridor of the ship silently.. folding her arms over her breasts as she frowned in silent annoyance and boredom. Her mission to her was simple, to find her brother. No others knew her mission. No others knew her for that matter. Her silence was what most often kept them away. Her ebony hair billowed out behind her as she hastily walked past the other cabins without looking in, without looking anywhere other then straight ahead. Her cromsin lips were pursed, she bit her bottom lip faintly as she turned quickly down another hall and headed up a stairway to go outside. She wore a soft blue, floor length gown which blew in the wind, cascading over her feet and legs. To keep warm ,she had a pure white, fur cloak over her shoulders. She seemed almost royalty as she looked out over the ships edge.. She watches the waves, as if she saw something in them...something noone else would see. There she stayed... quietly~

Edited by: Issabelle at: 6/18/02 10:37:30 pm

[Almenda]

Almenda was following a dwarf to the room he was expected to stay in. It was a small room, as was normally on a ship. But it had bunk beds, insted of hammocks. <They must save those for captain and crew.> he thought. He then went and set his new mandolin under the lower bunk.

" 'Hope you don't mind Koldar, but seeing as I'm the shortest, I figured I'd take the bottom bunk. " Waiting for a reply, he looked  around, and saw that someone had already put some of thier stuff by the bunk bed, and commented on it.

"Not all who wander are lost."- J.R.R. Tolkien, The  Fellowship of the Ring.

[Koldar Mondrakken]

Koldar barely listens to the ongoings around him and nearly misses Almenda'S statements as they were led into their rooms. He manages a smile.
"That's okay, Almenda, I've no problems taking one of the upper ones." he assures as he puts his spare belongings onto the upper bed. He smiles again weakly and obviously still not up to his normal heights of self-confidence quickly leaves the bunkroom without another room, heading for the deck again.

He quickly get to the deck, his still sensitives eyes blinking for a under the influence of the rising morning sun that hulls Strata in light oranges and yellows.
Slowly he wanders to the one side of the ship watching the silors bringing last supplies and goods onboard and farther away other docks as well getting busy, with sleepy workers and still drunken sailors.
Absently he scratches one of the many itching bruises -this one being just below his left cheek- Avour's blood helped closing his broken collarbone but there were still plenty of other small wounds being teased by the salty seawinds. Koldar watches the nearest alleys and streets for any sign of a known face or curious eyes though he doubted that anyone would care now that he left again, yes who cares? Getting again enveloped by fear and despair he blindly hits with his fist onto the wood. Obviously you can't escape your past as fast as you wish!

Pulling himself with force out of these dark feelings he looked up again and checked the ship. The crew was busy as usual when a ship has to be made ready for departure and he saw not other possible passengers nearby. Then he recognized a white cloak at the bow of the ship, obviously someone else lost in thoughts but certainly none of the crew.
Not knowing what else to do anyway he walked over recognizing the person now as a woman of noble appearance, a distant glare on her eyes as she watched the waves.

He slowly approached the woman and then stood beside her on the bow some peds away watching himself and recognized it to be relieving to his own trouble as well. "Trying to find oblivion in the vastness of the sea as well? Sometimes the horizon cannot be far away enough to hide right there." Then he recognized that he uttered his thoughts aloud he turns his attention back to the woman.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother you with my very personal interpretations of the sea and didn't mean to interrupt your peace but it seems to me that you're the only person on deck not being occupied with work."
Not meaning more or less he studies the woman honestly and without any kind of backthought. But something about her appearance her noble pose puzzled him.
"I take it that you're a passenger as well, ... ?" he starts and leaves the sentence unfinished...

Koldar Mondrakken, Knight of the Moonlight
--Santharian Master of Disaster ;)--

[Issabelle]

~Grey eyes turn upon  the sound of someone coming up the Deck. Her brows furrow slightly as she tilts her head to the side... looking to him through the corner of her eye.~

  "Trying to find oblivion in the vastness of the sea as well? Sometimes the horizon cannot be far away enough to hide right there."

~She held her silence as he continued to speak~

 "I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother you with my very personal interpretations of the sea and didn't mean to interrupt your peace but it seems to me that you're the only person on deck not being occupied with work."

~she held her defaning silence longer.... her grey eyes taking in every inch of this mans face... summing him up, a hidden caution always there, her looks, almost animalistic as she watches him.~

 "I take it that you're a passenger as well, ... ?"

~Silence holds the moment...no more then a mere 2 minutes passes before she speaks, but that minute seems like an eternity.Then she breaks the painful silence. She nods her head lightly as she pry's her eyes from the man... Looking off of the boat again.Before she speaks... millseconds before, her tongue slips from the depths of her crimson lips... wetting them slightly.~

  A passanger I am... yes

~her voice is just above the hum of a whisper, another sign of possibly being royalty, though... In human Form she isnt royal, but By Birth she is, to an extent royal in her true form at least. Dragons tended to be regal  in the minds of humans, but no one knows she is dragon. She just seems to be regal.  After a few moments again… she speaks~

  My name is Issabelle…. You Are?…

~she looks to him again… eyeing the wounds quietly. Curious as to how he got them… why he got them. But again, as quickly as she had looked to him… she looked away, not willing him to think she was starring or anything of the sort.~

Edited by: Issabelle at: 6/18/02 11:06:41 pm

[Terra Artemos]

Terra, puts her saddle bags, and pack on the middle bunk so that she could easily access there contents. At first the flap on the saddle bags, considering changing to her battle armor, but then decides that it would not suit her well here despite her ill ease with these dwarves. Then letting the flap fall, she opens her pack, removing the kimono like garment, and her white gown, neither of which she felt would server her well here either. Finally coming to the bottom of her pack she found a bundle of old rough cloth she only vaguely remembered from her past.

Opening the bundle Terra found and old shirt, and some worn rugged brown trousers, baring some unidentifiable faded stains. She could not remember when she had worn them last, but had the feeling they were hers, almost as if it were from another life.

Unable to handle the smell of the armor she had worn in the sewers any longer, Terra takes the shirt, trousers and some clean underclothes from her pack. She the pulled her sword reverently from her belt, and placed it on the bunk next to pack. Sitting on the edge of one of the lower she pulls off her boots and places them beside her, the remaining 'Twin' still in sheathed in the special pocket worked into her boots. Then ignoring all modesty, releases the buckles holding the armor to her, and changes into the cloths she retrieved from her pack, hoping they are still big enough to wear. As it was the trousers clung tight to her and a little tight at the waist. The shirt to fit tight to the more mature, and muscular curves of her body, but other that the waist line this does not bother her. Finally, Terra moves to her saddle bags once again and retrieves a blood red leather belt, to replace that now in the pile with her smelly armor, and fastens it snuggly around her waist, then replaces her sword behind the new belt.

The ship begins to sway freely beneath her as the last of the rope holding it to the dock are cast off, and the ship begins to move out to sea. They were on there way, but what lay ahead, Terra did not know. Nor did she know how long till she faced it alone, but then her thoughts turned to Avour. Avour at the same cross roads she had once been at. A cross roads between victory and defeat, not without, but a conflict within her heart, and her mind, a conflict Terra had lost, and was almost completely lost with it.

 'I can not allow Avour to take the same path, and if it is unavoidable, we will follow the path together, I could make it easier for, and maybe even lessen the toll the path would reap.'

She tares herself away from her thoughts, and returns to the task at hand. Terra conceders wrapping the damaged, wet, foul smelling armor in the cloth where she had found the trousers and the shirt, but it would be too small. Terra then remembered an oil cloth she had acquired somewhere that would be just the right size. Turning back to her pack she removed the oil cloth, laying it on the floor next to the heaped armor she had been wearing, then placed the armor in the center, retrieving the armlets, and belt from the heap. Terra folds each edge half way to the center, and ties the four corners together in hopes of containing the smell till her armor can either be cleaned and repaired, or replaced and disposed of. Then tucks the bundle in one of the cupboards at the end of the room.

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'Life is a grim reality, through which only honor shines.'

Edited by: Terra Artemos at: 6/19/02 5:48:30 am

[Avour]

Avour followed the others nervously some where in the middle of them and entered the thin corridors. Her eyes boggled at the closeness of everything. Not being used to the confined spaces she placed her hands on either side of the wall and stopped walking studying the gap. Taking a deep breath she started walking again and continued in to the room which they were lead in to.

Looking at the walls with long flat planks of wood coming out of them. Extended shelf looking things. Avour walked towards one set of them and took a closer look at them. Groping her fist she thumped it against one of the flat wooden planks and was suprised when it didn't fall. Bending over to look for something holding the plank up. Suprised she waved her hand under the bed and then stood back up straight and looked some what comfused at Talia.

Talia says something that Avour doensn't catch all of. Her worried face told what she was thinking. Edging slightly towards Talia, Avour was shortly snuggled inside Talia's arms. Not liking the smallness of everything on the ship nor the fact that she was on a floating tree, and now she was looking at wooden planks which just seemed to stay where they were against the wall. Tears came to her eyes as she thought about all her animal friends in the forest. "Adventures no... " She says pulling away from Talia slightly, her eyes about to drop tears, and blotchy. Looking around confused unable to find the word she was looking for she scratched behind her ear like a dog scratching with it's hind leg and looked around again for the word.

Becoming some what frustrated that nothing came to her mind she balled her fist up again and hit the bed next to her, hardly making a sound, but the pain thumping through her wrist, she jurked her hand back to her front and craddled it against herself. "Not happy" She frowned and then looked at Terra. Having never seen a woman other than herself, Avour was some what confused by it all. She looked down at herself and then at the wooden planks. Not having a change of clothes with her, Avour removed her own clothing, almost pealing of her leather trousers and then removed the sheets from one of the beds and wrapped it around herself.

Taking a deep breath Avour looked at Talia and smiled through her blotchy face. "Skirt" she said innocently at Talia and then turns her attention to Terra and smiles again. Terra looking totally different, more woman than Avour's ever seen her. Avour looses the smile and looks down. Pulling her arms across her chest crossing them infront of her. "Tight. Avour-Halfling no like. Where is Little-Kin and Koldar-Kin? Strange-Kin? Why all boy-kin gone for?" She pauses and looks around holding her nose. "They smell worse than Avour-no-skirt" She says with a slight smile on her face pointing at her clothes on the floor. Her skin looking greener than ever with the pale sheet wrapped around her. Suddenly loosing her footing Avour bents her knees and spreads out her arms re-balancing herself.

"Floor move!" She says frightened. "Floating tree moving?" Her heart starts to beat faster as she edges towards the wall as best she can. Fear in her eyes. "Avour ok swim. Water like-no." Her chest rises and falls dramatically as she starts to hyperventelate.

“You’d be lost if I wasn’t here to annoy you”
             – Little Sister speaking to Big Sister.......
Character Description

[Koldar Mondrakken]

Koldar hardly believes that he will get any excuse and has the serious feeling that he interrupted the woman in deep thoughts and should leave with a honest apologize and leave when she finally shows a sign of reaction, her voice being only a whisper in the wind.
She eyed him deeply for a moment and then turned back to the waves again. Koldar gulped uncertain where to put her strange behaviour. But a moment later, as much out of curiosity as out of the necissity not to seem impolite he introduces himself with a hinted -though aching!- bow.

"My name is Koldar Mondrakken, me and my companions are heading for Milkengrad, business-wise, in urgent matters."

he adds trying to be open but not to reveal anything of importance.

Her lack of reaction still startles him. Very irritated he also turns his attention to the sea again, absently listening to the commands of the captain and the sailors as they slowly brought the ship out of the docks of Strata.
Expertly and swiftly the sails were raised as the ship slowly slided out of the harbour and increased in speed.

Koldar sighs deeply. 'Out of Strata, ... again. And not happy about the paths that lay before me ... again. Why do I never get a second chance to correct my mistakes. Why do I never...'

Koldar again gets lost in deep and dark thoughts as the ship quickly leaves the port and bay of Strata behind heading for the open sea.

Koldar Mondrakken, Knight of the Moonlight
--Santharian Master of Disaster ;)--

[Issabelle]

~Issabelle Looked to Koldar as he introduced himself... She offered her hand down... for him to kiss as a man should, when greeting a woman~

~She nods softly as a smile, near breaks the frown which is normally embracing her.~

 A pleasure... My Lord

~she says quietly as she turns her back towards the water... Leaning back against the rail of the ship. Her hair billows over her left shoulder... blowing in the wind as it whips past her. She keeps her eyes on him when he turns away, looking to the water once more... She gives no more information about herself... instead asks about him~

You are hurt My Lord?

~she asks... curious as to what sort of battle he has gone through as of recent.~

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