Editor's note: This log is, as ever, nearly complete and unaltered. Changes have been made to fix a couple of typos and errors, and incriminating uses of the think command have been removed for the protection of the guilty ;) Enjoy!
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Inaya and Navigator Angold stand on the quarterdeck, having been talking about the Sea Lynx's impending arrival into Omrazir.
[The Sea Lynx, Quarterdeck]
You are on [The Sea Lynx].
Railed all around the front and looking out over the rest of the ship, the quarterdeck gives the Sea Lynx's captain full vantage of their abovedecks domain. The arm holding the mizzen sail stretches out overhead, and pennants snap brightly in the sea breeze. A polished mistwood door gives access to the captain's quarters, while a short ladder-like stair leads back downward.
A cluster of small iron bells is hung from the door to the Captain's cabin, jangling gently in the breeze. A rickety roguish old woman stands at the railing.
You are upon a ship. A mild rain drizzles from grey skies.
Cardinal Exits: down to the main deck eastward
Other: the Captain's Cabin: mistwood door (closed)
OOC: Your pose will read 'an imposing, ebon-dark woman leans forward onto her hands against the railing, speaking quietly with a rickety roguish old woman.'.
A warm rain continues to fall from darkly clouded skies.
The ship rolls across inclement waves.
It's the sound that arrives first, floating through the wet air over the southeastern Adelantean: the smack of oars against water, and a muffled snap of sails. A creak of timbers that seems to draw closer through the rain and mist...
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: (At the mainmast): A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers towards the railing.
The ship sways across waters rippled by precipitation.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man answers a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man after some thought, "----- --s - ----- -----, --- - ---'- ------ -- --------." [in Sirdabi] then their attention jerks as they hear a sound.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: (At the general area): A lean, ink-eyed man peers towards onto open waters.
(At the railing): "Shit," [in Salawi] Inaya sighs, straightening from her lean against the railing and squinting out through the rain to try and localise the sound.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: (At the general area): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans towards onto open waters.
(At the railing): A rickety roguish old woman looks regretful herself, thought she gives a smile sideways smile to you. "Well, the Great Captain charts our courses as He--" [in Ruvic] But then she breaks off, canting her head.
The ship weaves onwards through the downpour, the scent of the sea tossed up on the wind.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man gets out a linen sack from a burlap satchel in his possession.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: "---" [in Sirdabi] a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man starts to say, until he hears the sudden splash of water that doesn't quite fit in with the rest of the background noise. He squints through the rain again and his eyes suddenly widen. "-----f, S----- -----... -- - --------- -----s? ----'s - --s---s ----..." [in Sirdabi]
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man gets out an impeccably-tailored black wool kaftan from a linen sack in his possession.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man puts on an impeccably-tailored black wool kaftan, covering a tailored woad-blue linen vest.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man puts a linen sack in a burlap satchel.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: (At the mainmast): A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers towards the railing.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man covers their vest underneath another layer, adjusting their clothing. "--s...----- -s ---." [in Sirdabi]
(At the railing): A rickety roguish old woman peers towards the railing.
Wind tears past in a sudden gust as the ship rolls across inclement waves.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead looks out over the railing and nods. "---- ------s -- -- ------- s---, --s." [in Sirdabi]
A shout in a Raziyan-accented baritone can be distantly made out from the way down to the main deck eastward.
"HOOO!" [in Ruvic with a Raziyan-accented baritone]
The rain continues to tumble steadily down from the deep grey sky.
The mistwood door opens.
A gangling, black-haired sailor walks through the mistwood door, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in his right hand.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: (At the general area): A lean, ink-eyed man peers towards onto open waters.
A shout in a whiny baritone breaks out from the way down to the main deck eastward.
"SHIP AHOY!" [in Sirdabi]
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead shouts, "S--- ----!" [in Sirdabi]
Inaya gestures down to the crew on deck, a 'stand ready' command. She narrows her eyes, sweeping across the misty rain-shrouded vista. At the sound of the door, though, she turns to find a gangling, black-haired sailor. The look she gives him is part relieved, but worried nonetheless.
Approaching, a gangling, black-haired sailor says to you, "Captain." [in Sirdabi with a stiff baritone]
A gangling, black-haired sailor goes to stand by the railing, joining a rickety roguish old woman and you.
Wind tears past in a sudden gust as the ship rolls across inclement waves.
A gangling, black-haired sailor shouts, "HO!" [in Sirdabi]
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: (At the mainmast): A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers towards the railing.
"Here they come," [in Sirdabi] Inaya breathes softly aside to a gangling, black-haired sailor, eyes trained on the source of the voice below.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man keeps glancing at a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead and a lean, ink-eyed man with a smile that grows wider and wider. "- ----- ------ ---- - --s --------- -----s f-- - ------. --- ---s ---s-- ---- ---- --'-- -- -------'s -----s ---!" [in Sirdabi]
(At the railing): A rickety roguish old woman pulls a quick grimace as she peers out in the general direction of the cutter, not quite seeming to pinpoint it, but sure of its presence with all that shouting. "Well, here we go," [in Ruvic] she mutters.
A shout in a Raziyan-accented baritone can be heard from the way down to the main deck eastward.
"BY HIS MOST RIGHTEOUS AND VIRTUOUS EMINENCE, FUAD IBN IMRAN BEY, SAFEGUARD OF THE FAITHFUL OF RAZIYA --" [in Sirdabi]
At far range toward the way east to fore, you see: An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes comes up the steep stair through the passenger hatch.
At far range toward the way east to fore, you see: A hunched, elder woman comes up the steep stair through the passenger hatch.
Somewhere in the distance a gull's cry can be heard while the ship makes its way amidst choppy waves.
At far range toward the way east to fore, you see: A hunched, elder woman opens a dark canvas umbrella.
"Come," [in Ruvic] Inaya grunts, pushing away from the railing to head for the steps down to the deck with quiet, tense steps.
At far range toward the way east to fore, you see: A hunched, elder woman peers about.
A gangling, black-haired sailor shouts, "GET TO THE POINT!" [in Sirdabi]
A gangling, black-haired sailor falls in with you.
At far range toward the way east to fore, you see: An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes departs.
A rickety roguish old woman falls in with you.
At far range toward the way east to fore, you see: A hunched, elder woman walks west to amidships.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to amidships, you see: A hunched, elder woman walks over from the way east to fore.
At far range toward the way east to fore, you see: An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes arrives.
She doesn't want this to happen. Too late to go back on her decision now, though.
You walk down to the main deck eastward.
A gangling, black-haired sailor walks down from the way up to the quarterdeck westward, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in his right hand.
A rickety roguish old woman walks down from the way up to the quarterdeck westward.
At a short distance toward the way east to amidships, you see: (Quietly): A hunched, elder woman peers towards onto open waters.
At a short distance toward the way east to amidships, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man begins to shift their feet as the shouting continues back and forth, nodding to a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man. They aren't smiling themselves, looking focused.
[The Sea Lynx, Main Deck, Aft]
You are on [The Sea Lynx].
Projecting an air of importance to the entire vessel, the finely carved aftercastle which contains the ship's helm presides proudly over the rear of the galeazza. Overhead flaps the wedge-shaped sail of the mizzenmast that occupies a recess between the helmroom door and the steps up to the quarterdeck and the captain's quarters. Another door ornamented with a diamond of stained glass stands on the other side of the mizzen. Cut into the well-kept planking of the maindeck, a hatch allows access to the levels below.
A cluster of small iron bells is hung from the helmroom door, offering a gentle jingle amidst the wind.
A gangling, black-haired sailor is here, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in his right hand. A rickety roguish old woman is here.
You are upon a ship. Warm rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: up to the quarterdeck westward and east to amidships
Other: the helm room: stout compass-carved door (open), the ship's chapel: door with a stained glass diamond window (open), and down: passenger hatch (open)
You walk east to amidships.
A gangling, black-haired sailor walks over from the way west to aft, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in his right hand.
A rickety roguish old woman walks over from the way west to aft.
At a short distance toward the way east to fore, you see: An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes runs to amidships, brushing right past everyone who might be standing near the fore.
[The Sea Lynx, Main Deck, Amidships]
You are on [The Sea Lynx].
Trim and swift yet able to withstand the rigors of the open sea, this pretty galeazza combines the versatile merits of a sailing ship and a rowed vessel. Upheld by the mainmast here, a triangular mainsail spreads out across its yardarm, which can be manipulated using the downswept rigging that mirrors that of the two smaller masts to fore and aft. For a span of several feet inside from the rail the deck is a tall two steps up from the middle of the ship, accommodating the rowers' galleries tucked away belowdecks. With the gangplank conveniently located nearby, a large hatch allows cargo to be loaded and unloaded from the hold.
Here is an inflated boar's bladder ball.
Also here is a lean, ink-eyed man. A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is standing near the mainmast. A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is here, holding a dark canvas umbrella in his right hand. A hunched, elder woman is here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand and holding a dark canvas umbrella in her left hand. A gangling, black-haired sailor is here, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in his right hand. A rickety roguish old woman is here.
You are upon a ship. Warm rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: west to aft and east to fore
Other: the mainmast (steep), onto open waters (water), and down to the hold: upper cargo hatch (closed)
At a short distance toward the way east to fore, you see: An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes runs west to amidships.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes runs over from the way east to fore.
A shout in a Raziyan-accented baritone breaks out from the way onto open waters.
"SEA SERPENTS'VE BEEN SIGHTED! YA CAN'T DALLY ON THESE WATERS!" [in Sirdabi]
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes peers towards onto open waters.
The ship makes its way amidst choppy waves.
You peer towards onto open waters...
[The Southeastern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
The sea stretches out into the horizons, carrying the distinct teal-navy tones of the Adelantean.
An Omraziri Customs Authority cutter is here.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Warm rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: east (water)
Other: The Sea Lynx
At a short distance toward the way east to fore, you see: A lazy-eyed brava with short titian tresses stares coolly down the deck, raising one eyebrow. Then she just shakes her head and glances over her shoulder to the door.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead reaches out to brace himself against the mainmast with a frown.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man twitches and peers harder at the choppy waters. "Sea serpent--" [in Sirdabi] He swallows hard and suddenly look more ill at ease. "Maybe that wasn't a dolphin we saw earlier." [in Sirdabi]
Inaya blinks once at this shout, glancing aside to a gangling, black-haired sailor and a rickety roguish old woman.
The ship makes its way amidst choppy waves.
Rain pelts downward, thoroughly drenching everything it comes in contact with.
A gangling, black-haired sailor scowls, which is a typical expression for him anyway. He gives you a dour look and a knowing nod, then tosses a dark glance aside towards the railing.
That's a joke, surely. Sea serpents? Here? That can't be.
A rickety roguish old woman looks totally blase about this sea serpent public announcement, as if it were something quite unsurprising. She just shrugs at you and says, "Eh, sometimes there's sea serpents out in the middle sea." [in Ruvic]
Runs across deck to the railing, practically skidding to a halt before she tumbles overboard. There's color back in her cheeks as she looks out toward the cutter in the distance. "By Annur's mercy," [in Sirdabi] an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes breathes. She doesn't even seem that perturbed about sea serpents. Like what sea serpents? There's a Customs Authority cutter -right there-.
A lean, ink-eyed man gives a respectful but distracted incline of their head in greeting as further people crowd the deck. They are quiet in frowning thought.
The ship rolls across inclement waves.
"Tell them we put more sail," [in Ruvic] Inaya grunts to a gangling, black-haired sailor after nodding to a rickety roguish old woman. She turns and gestures to the on-duty crew, a series of movements of hands and forearms to indicate letting out the clewed-up sails.
A gangling, black-haired sailor nods to you and quickly turns to oversee these matters.
A gangling, black-haired sailor bellows, "MORE SAIL." [in Sirdabi]
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man seems slightly mollified by a rickety roguish old woman's lack of concern, but there's still wariness in his expression.
(Quietly): A gangling, black-haired sailor squints towards west to aft.
(Quietly): A gangling, black-haired sailor squints towards east to fore.
A gangling, black-haired sailor starts towards the way west to aft. (Stand - near the way west to aft -)
Tilting her head from side to side, a rickety roguish old woman adds, "Not usually sea serpents in coastal waters, mind you. But we live in unusual times." [in Ruvic] She makes a softly wheezy snort.
(Quietly): A lean, ink-eyed man peers towards east to fore.
A gangling, black-haired sailor walks west to aft, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in his right hand.
A lean, ink-eyed man goes to stand near the way east to fore.
The shadow of a large fish can be seen passing beneath the ship as it weaves onwards through the downpour.
A lean, ink-eyed man shifts their steps along the deck, making their way towards another section at that shout.
Inaya glances to the group on the deck briefly, scanning over each one for a moment before her attention comes back to a rickety roguish old woman. "Is danger, for us? For them more, tch. Small boat." [in Ruvic] She smirks tightly.
A lean, ink-eyed man walks east to fore.
At a short distance toward the way east to fore, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man walks over from the way west to amidships.
A shout in a Raziyan-accented baritone breaks out from the way onto open waters.
"FOLLOW ME! WE'LL BRING YA IN SHARP!" [in Sirdabi]
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans towards onto open waters.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man begins to watch the direction of the way onto open waters.
Seeing as no one is panicking, a hunched, elder woman settles on the a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead approach and finds a nice sturdy railing to brace against. A thoughtful frown lingers on her face while she squints out through the rain.
A hunched, elder woman begins to watch the direction of the way onto open waters.
A shout in a hoarse baritone breaks out from the way onto open waters.
"I'VE GOT 'ER, CAP'N! I'LL STEER HER IN SMOOTH!" [in Ruvic with a hoarse baritone]
A hunched, elder woman goes to stand beside the starboard rail.
A hunched, elder woman begins to watch the direction of the way onto open waters.
You peer towards onto open waters...
[The Southeastern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
The sea stretches out into the horizons, carrying the distinct teal-navy tones of the Adelantean.
An Omraziri Customs Authority cutter is here.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Warm rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: east (water)
Other: The Sea Lynx
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes peers towards onto open waters.
At a short distance toward the way east to fore, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man works alongside other sailors to adjust the sails for more wind with frowning focus.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes begins to watch the general direction of outward.
The shadow of a large fish can be seen passing beneath the ship as it sways across waters rippled by precipitation.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes begins to watch the direction of the way onto open waters.
At a short distance toward the way east to fore, you see: A lean, ink-eyed man walks west to amidships.
A lean, ink-eyed man walks over from the way east to fore.
A lean, ink-eyed man begins to watch the direction of the way onto open waters.
(Quietly): A lean, ink-eyed man peers towards onto open waters.
The gently melancholy noise of falling rain fills the air as the shower shows no sign of stopping.
The ship sways across waters rippled by precipitation.
"We follow," [in Ruvic] Inaya grunts, keeping an eye on an Omraziri Customs Authority cutter for a moment to judge where it's heading before starting to relay instructions. "Tell Kelber, shift south," [in Ruvic] she tells one sailor nearby. Then she picks out a lean, ink-eyed man nearby. "Help move sails, broad," [in Ruvic] she raises her broken voice to instruct, making her gesture almost automatically alongside the words.
(At the mainmast): A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers towards the railing.
The ship sways across waters rippled by precipitation.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes clutches the railing tightly, looking intently to the cutter and then the horizon beyond. She then turns to look to a rickety roguish old woman, then you. "We are in the Caliphate's waters now? Is that so?" [in Ruvic] she asks their way once you has handed out all her instructions to the crew, her voice and countenance measured.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man goes to lean on the starboard rail, joining a hunched, elder woman.
Out beyond the cutter, another silvery swell appears above the waves, sleek and gleaming. But this time there's more. Something -else- breaks the water, in a long straight line from that first sleek side, and a saucer-sized eye stares out at cutter and ship and all. For just a moment-- and then there's nothing but waves again.
A lean, ink-eyed man steps quickly following your directions alongside other sailors, although their attention does flicker to the waters as they do.
The ship's deck sways as it hits a wave.
"All crew, stand ready," [in Ruvic] Inaya adds, to the crew in general. She looks back to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes and nods. "Close close. If no rain, could see city. You can smell?" [in Ruvic] She touches her nose with one finger. "We come in." [in Ruvic]
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man steps closer to rest a hand on the starboard rail, keeping a tight grip on it while he trains his eyes on an Omraziri Customs Authority cutter. "We must be if we're seeing a Customs vessel here," [in Sirdabi] he guesses, although he also looks to a rickety roguish old woman for confirmation. Then, his head pops back towards the water. "Serpent," [in Sirdabi] he states tightly.
Inaya looks back out, squinting, her expression tightening.
You peer towards onto open waters...
[The Southeastern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
The sea stretches out into the horizons, carrying the distinct teal-navy tones of the Adelantean.
An Omraziri Customs Authority cutter is here.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Warm rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: east (water)
Other: The Sea Lynx
The crash of a wave sends a spray of water over the ship's edge while it rocks over sky-splattered waves.
Canvas cracks and wood creaks as the cutter wheels upon a rain-splattered wave and begins to haul off through the mist.
"I can," [in Ruvic] an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes replies. But then that silvery flash. She glances sidelong out to the sea, then more fully, frowning with concentration.
A hunched, elder woman's grip on the starboard rail tightens before she forces herself to let go. "Nope. Not getting eaten by a Serpent this close to landing," [in Sirdabi] she mutters, clunking briskly to the nearest way indoors.
Moving towards the closed upper cargo hatch, a hunched, elder woman leaves the vicinity of the starboard rail. (Stand - at the general area -)
A forceful warm breeze gusts through the rain, pushing it in drenching sheets across the world.
(Quietly): Squinting along with you, a rickety roguish old woman makes a quietly noncommittal grunt, also looking a little tense but certainly not about to panic. "We come in," [in Ruvic] she agrees. "Betcha we'll get out from under the clouds when we run up against the coast, even." [in Ruvic]
The ship makes its way amidst choppy waves.
A hunched, elder woman starts towards the closed upper cargo hatch. (Stand - near the closed upper cargo hatch -)
(At the mainmast): A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers towards the railing.
A hunched, elder woman opens the upper cargo hatch.
A hunched, elder woman puts a dark canvas umbrella in a wicker basket.
A hunched, elder woman begins to climb down the ladder.
A hunched, elder woman climbs away through the upper cargo hatch.
The upper cargo hatch closes.
Somewhere in the distance a gull's cry can be heard while the ship sways across waters rippled by precipitation.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man glances towards the upper cargo hatch and it looks for a moment like he's considering heading below too, but he ends up simply gripping the starboard rail more firmly.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes scans towards east to fore.
Inaya looks back up to monitor the shift in the yardarms, the sails filled. She raises her voice toward a lean, ink-eyed man to call, "More, little. Then tie off. And be ready, for clew up again soon, and back the mizzen, for slow down when we closer." [in Ruvic]
At a short distance toward the way east to fore, you see: A short elderly woman comes up the steep stair through the passenger hatch.
At a short distance toward the way east to fore, you see: A short elderly woman walks west to amidships.
A short elderly woman walks over from the way east to fore.
The ship rocks over sky-splattered waves.
A short elderly woman says, "And hello again, everyone." [in Sirdabi]
Out of Character: a lean, ink-eyed man rolled finesse and sailing and the result was a 84 (extraordinary).
At a short distance toward the way east to fore, you see: (Quietly): A lazy-eyed brava with short titian tresses peers towards west to amidships.
A lean, ink-eyed man quickly ties off the ropes as they step to your directions with a wordless nod. They stand ready alongside other sailors.
Inaya casts a glance aside toward a short elderly woman and tips her head. "Grandmother," [in Sirdabi] she greets. She's tense, and her attention quickly goes back to the movement of the sails as a lean, ink-eyed man and the other crew on deck adjust course.
By the helmsman's hand on the wheel, the Sea Lynx's rudder pushes against the sky-struck waters. Full sail falls, and billows above -- going tight with the wind. The ship surges forward to follow the distancing cutter.
The ship beneath you weaves onwards through the downpour.
A short elderly woman smiles at you.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes looks for a moment toward the fore beyond a short elderly woman when she approaches, then back to the sea. "Sayyida," [in Sirdabi] she murmurs in greeting. She grips the railing a little more tightly as the ship surges and puts on speed.
A warm rain continues to fall from darkly clouded skies.
A rickety roguish old woman listens to you give you orders, and nods in approval -- though to herself, and not to the captain who surely doesn't need her approval. She steps a little closer to the rail, leaning out a little to frown forward, in the direction the shore must sooner or later appear.
A short elderly woman nods a greeting to Marwa, while holding the rail herself.
The crash of a wave sends a spray of water over the ship's edge while it shears on through the wet downfall.
A gangling, black-haired sailor walks over from the way west to aft, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in his right hand.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes scans towards east to fore.
"We're following an Omrazir Customs official towards port," [in Sirdabi] a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man helpfully informs a short elderly woman. "We might finally be arriving home." [in Sirdabi] He plants his feet a little more widely on the damp wooden deck and keep a tight grip on the starboard rail while shielding himself with a dark canvas umbrella. "And best to be careful of your footing. There's a sea serpent nearby." [in Sirdabi]
A gangling, black-haired sailor paces back over towards you, businesslike and swift on his sea legs. He gives a nod.
A gangling, black-haired sailor falls in with you.
A short elderly woman smiles at a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man.
(Quietly): A rickety roguish old woman peers towards the railing.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes peers towards onto open waters.
A short elderly woman says, "Thanks and I'll hold on tight!" [in Sirdabi]
Inaya looks back to a lean, ink-eyed man once more, and gives the fist in the air gesture of 'good.' Then she calls again, "Pass word, for crew below, be ready with oars, for slow us also. They know already, who is assign for this." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A rickety roguish old woman murmurs, "We're comin' in... sea serpents and customs and lions be damned." [in Ruvic]
The ship sways across waters rippled by precipitation.
A lean, ink-eyed man goes to stand near the closed upper cargo hatch.
(Quietly): Inaya glances aside to a rickety roguish old woman with a faint smirk then, despite her obvious tension. "Fuck 'em," [in Sirdabi] she agrees with a nod.
A lean, ink-eyed man opens the upper cargo hatch.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes looks forward again, then back to the sea, and glances toward a rickety roguish old woman when she hears her speak. She manages then a faint, tense sort of smile - a more private expression than anything.
You peer towards onto open waters...
[The Southeastern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
The sea stretches out into the horizons, carrying the distinct teal-navy tones of the Adelantean.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Warm rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: east (water)
Other: The Sea Lynx
A lean, ink-eyed man steps through the hatch at your words, startling into a laugh as they overhear those words.
A lean, ink-eyed man begins to climb down the ladder.
A lean, ink-eyed man climbs away through the upper cargo hatch.
(Quietly): A rickety roguish old woman murmurs, "Almost at the edge of it, Cap'n. Sun's gonna burst out and you folks'll all be twice as dazzled at the sight of your shores as you would've been otherwise." [in Ruvic]
The ship's deck sways as it hits a wave.
A rickety roguish old woman chortles softly to herself, and raises her face to the rain as if she herself might be sorry to see it go.
The mist-shrouded sea horizon gives little warning, but something in the atmosphere changes. The scent of a wharf is on the air: fish, the clamor of other ships and dockworkers, the looming lurking of a coastal city in the invisible distance.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man smells the air.
The ship beneath you comes to slow in the waters, and there's a heavy splash along the starboard side as the anchor drops with a light bump.
The sunlit day is pleasantly mild.
A lean, ink-eyed man climbs through the upper cargo hatch.
A lean, ink-eyed man climbs up adroitly.
A short elderly woman leans forward to see better.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes's smile pulls a little wider at what she overhears - but then her attention turns to the misted distance.
(Quietly): A lean, ink-eyed man peers towards gangplank.
"Now!" [in Ruvic] Inaya exclaims in a harsh half-bark, looking to a gangling, black-haired sailor. "Back mizzen, oars down!" [in Ruvic]
Raindrops patter quietly, the sound muted in the damp air.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes peers about.
A gangling, black-haired sailor shouts, "BACK MIZZEN, OARS DOWN!" [in Sirdabi]
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair walks over from the way north to aft.
A hunched, elder woman walks over from the way south to fore.
A lean, ink-eyed man shifts quickly and a little breathless as they climb back up through the hatch, darting for the sails alongside other sailors.
A hunched, elder woman peers about.
A short elderly woman peers about.
(Quietly): A hunched, elder woman peers towards gangplank.
Sailors scramble in the netting, furling up the sails tightly. And for now, it looks like the Sea Lynx is securely in port.
(Quietly): A rickety roguish old woman says softly, "And there we are. Great Captain, we praise you. Sea Lynx, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts." [in Ruvic]
A short elderly woman is still holding the rail tightly as she strains to stand on her tiptoes.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin walks over from the way south to fore. He is followed by a small group.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes peers towards gangplank.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair pads over on bare feet, looking only a little more dry than earlier. Maybe his errands involved work both above and below decks! Who knows. He nods his head to the gathering, though, with a concerned look a hunched, elder woman's way for a moment. His attention is then caught, however, by a rickety roguish old woman.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers towards gangplank.
(At the starboard rail): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans towards gangplank.
A gangling, black-haired sailor stalks along the ship's deck, tossing out ropes to the dock's piles and beginning the toil of extending the gangplank, along with a few other sailors.
A limber, way-worn male walks over from the way south to fore.
A hunched, elder woman is far too preoccupied with staring out at the pier to notice a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's look.
A gangling, black-haired sailor is working with other sailors to secure the gangplank. (Room Pose Set)
(Quietly): A gangling, black-haired sailor squints towards gangplank.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin sweeps in from the foredeck with quite an entourage in tow -- though, admittedly, nothing like most rulers of genuinely great kingdoms would be able to boast. There's a hint of stiffness in his walk, but he appears eager as anyone to gaze out at the shore.
After only a glance at gangplank, a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair immediately busies himself with a haul of rope, assisting a gangling, black-haired sailor and the other sailors.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man begins to watch the direction of a gangplank.
Inaya herself grabs up one of the huge hawsers and tosses it down off the side to the waiting dockmen below to tie off. She looks to a rickety roguish old woman, and gives a quiet grunt. "Thank God, and Sealinks, and crew," [in Sirdabi] she echoes in Sirdabi softly, and goes to set a hand to the ship's railing, giving a soft pat.
A gangling, black-haired sailor lifts his voice to call towards you, "Looks like we've got a reception, Captain!" [in Sirdabi]
A lean, ink-eyed man goes to stand near the mainmast, joining a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead.
(At the mainmast): A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers towards gangplank.
A limber, way-worn male wanders in, his travelling folded close about his person. His citrine eyes cast out towards the port approaching, his features set with some sort of frown which passes quickly. "A path once trodden grows familiar," [in Ruvic with a steady, measured baritone] he says, as if reminding himself.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead begins to watch the direction of a gangplank.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair begins to watch the direction of a gangplank.
A hunched, elder woman begins to watch the direction of a gangplank.
A short elderly woman brushes some water off her clothes, feeling grateful to be safe in port.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man couldn't stop smiling while he leans over the starboard rail to look out at the port. His reddish-gold eyes sparkle with excitement as he slowly shakes out a dark canvas umbrella.
A lean, ink-eyed man settles a hand on the mainmast, murmuring, "Thank you, Sea Lynx." [in Ruvic] shifting from the crowd.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man closes a dark canvas umbrella.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes grips the railing so tightly and stiffly that her knuckles are actually starting to pale, staring out to port with a frown. She is, in a word, being an utterly unhelpful passenger.
Inaya looks back to a gangling, black-haired sailor, then to the gangplank. Her upper lip curls a bit in plain distaste, and she nods, straightening to move back. She looks to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin as well, tipping him a short nod.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair whispers something for a while.
You peer towards gangplank...
[City of Omrazir, Wharf District, Pier of Stars]
Here at the end of the Pier of Stars, a broad panorama of sea, ships, and cityscape spreads out exuberantly. Sailing vessels of all kinds lie moored to the long pier all along its length as it stretches southeast, their masts fluttering with the flags of many lands. Beyond that the city of Omrazir spills down the reddish-brown slope of a long stony hillside, domes and spires glimmering amid a labyrinth of adobe walls.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander stands staring at the newly-docked ship with a deep frown. A smooth-faced secretary is here, holding a minglefowl feather quill and a leather-bound tome in her right hand. A heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage is here.
The sunlit day is pleasantly mild.
Cardinal Exits: southeast
Other: The Sea Lynx
A strong breeze sweeps across the pier, spattering the planking with brine from the waves.
A warm rain continues to fall from darkly clouded skies.
Quietly, a moment of calm before this next 'storm', you think: Well done, Sealinks.
A lean, ink-eyed man begins to watch the direction of a gangplank.
Inaya does a bit of a double-take on seeing a softly plump honey-blond woman with a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, though, blinking once and frowning faintly.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair goes to stand near the mainmast, joining a lean, ink-eyed man and a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair finishes securing a rope to a hook in the vessel, and moves over to the mainmast to rest a hand upon the wood, there.
A short elderly woman begins to watch the direction of a gangplank.
(Quietly): A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin peers towards gangplank.
A gangling, black-haired sailor nods over to a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair, then looks to you. "I'll keep watch on the ship," [in Sirdabi] he offers. "But Hek ought to go with you. I'll get him." [in Sirdabi]
Inaya looks back to a gangling, black-haired sailor and gives a silent, grateful nod.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man looks briefly over to a softly plump honey-blond woman, but his gaze quickly returns to the the individuals gathered on the other end of gangplank.
(Quietly): A gangling, black-haired sailor squints towards north to aft.
(Quietly): A gangling, black-haired sailor squints towards south to fore.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin squints down the gangplank, pursing his lips lightly at whatever is down there. But it doesn't seem to be anything unexpected, as he simply casts his gaze your way and asks, "Captain? Shall we?" [in Ruvic with a slightly lilting tenor]
A gangling, black-haired sailor starts towards the way east to fore. (Stand - near the way east to fore -)
A gangling, black-haired sailor walks south to fore, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in his right hand.
A lean, ink-eyed man darts a glance to a softly plump honey-blond woman then away, not looking surprised. A little frown forms then smooths out.
A darkly-tanned crewmate walks over from the way south to fore, right leg dragging.
A darkly-tanned crewmate falls in with you.
A softly plump honey-blond woman is determinedly ignoring everything around her, head held high in the air. But she still looks apprehensive, and uncomfortable, and keeps darting little wary glances towards a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man puts a dark canvas umbrella in a mahogany suede mizuda.
Inaya returns her attention to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, her expression tightening with some obvious displeasure, but nods, stepping over to join his contingent.
You fall in with a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
A darkly-tanned crewmate goes back to his usual business.
A rickety roguish old woman tells you, "I'm with the Sea Lynx, but the wind an' I'll be watchin'." [in Ruvic] And she winks.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes steps away from the railing at the sound of a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin's voice, looking as if it takes massive effort for her do so. But she turns to look to him and his entourage, and after just a fleeting look to a softly plump honey-blond woman, inclines her head politely to the group before looking away again.
Inaya glances aside to a darkly-tanned crewmate though as he approaches, and gives him a thin smile just for half a moment.
Raindrops patter quietly, the sound muted in the damp air.
(Quietly): A short elderly woman peers towards gangplank.
"Orders, Captain?" [in Ruvic] a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair calls over to you, lingering by the mainmast. "Would you like us with you?" [in Ruvic]
Inaya turns then to look back at a rickety roguish old woman, something worried and wistful to her. She swallows, and nods slowly, then lifts a hand to touch fingertips off of her forehead in her little salute gesture. "Harmony hold you, Grandmother," [in Salawi] she says softly.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin spares a glance for an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes, just briefly, and the faintest hint of a crooked smile tugs at his lips. But then he directs his gaze forward again, draws himself up with great dignity, and steps down -- carefully -- along the gangplank.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin starts towards a gangplank. (Stand - near a gangplank -)
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin is followed by a large group.
A limber, way-worn male looks over to a rickety roguish old woman at a rickety roguish old woman remark, though he remains quiet. His eyes drift over to you, carefully observant.
Water drips off you, leaving you sopping wet.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man idly rubs a hand over a mahogany suede mizuda as he watches a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin's group move towards the gangplank.
"Come," [in Ruvic] Inaya says quickly over her shoulder to a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair, following after a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
(At the mainmast): A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers towards gangplank.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair nods firmly, then moves towards you, following a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin -- from a safe distance.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair falls in with a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
A lean, ink-eyed man falls in with a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin disembarks from The Sea Lynx. He is followed by a large group.
A darkly-tanned crewmate disembarks from The Sea Lynx, right leg dragging.
[City of Omrazir, Wharf District, Pier of Stars]
Here at the end of the Pier of Stars, a broad panorama of sea, ships, and cityscape spreads out exuberantly. Sailing vessels of all kinds lie moored to the long pier all along its length as it stretches southeast, their masts fluttering with the flags of many lands. Beyond that the city of Omrazir spills down the reddish-brown slope of a long stony hillside, domes and spires glimmering amid a labyrinth of adobe walls.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander stands staring at the newly-docked ship with a deep frown. A smooth-faced secretary is here, holding a minglefowl feather quill and a leather-bound tome in her right hand. A heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage is here. A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin is here. A large green-eyed cat with fluffy tricolor fur roams quietly. A softly plump honey-blond woman is here. A stocky footman with greying brown hair is here. A lazy-eyed brava with short titian tresses is here. A rickety roguish old woman is here. A darkly-tanned crewmate is here, holding a heavy ship's mop in his right hand and holding a mug with a curved handle in his left hand. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is here. A lean, ink-eyed man is here.
The sunlit day is pleasantly mild.
Cardinal Exits: southeast
Other: The Sea Lynx
A strong breeze sweeps across the pier, spattering the planking with brine from the waves.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair whispers something.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin can't help it. As he sets both feet on the planks of the dock, and sees the full sweep of Omrazir spread out before and above him, an expression of wonder passes across face.
A heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage's eyes drop down towards a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's feet, then resume studying the small crowd that has come down to the pier, a resigned look on his face.
Rain pelts downward, thoroughly drenching everything it comes in contact with.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander lifts his chin towards a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin and your contingent that descends the gangplank to stand upon the pier. "Hail," [in Sirdabi] he calls. "My name is Arzhan Janander, and by the order of the Bey, identify yourselves." [in Sirdabi with a light-toned baritone]
Inaya's demeanour shifts as she makes her way onto the dock, straightening and squaring up as she eyes an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander, a smooth-faced secretary, and a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage, her jaw set, expression impassively neutral. If -she's- impressed by the view, she's showing no sign of it, attempting instead to make herself the most eye-catching thing on the dock it would seem. She folds her arms over her chest.
A lean, ink-eyed man follows after at a respectful distance, standing at the tail end of the crowd with a gaze scanning over the pier.
A short elderly woman disembarks from The Sea Lynx.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin returns his full attention to an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander and tells him in stilted and, let's face it, poorly pronounced Sirdabi, "Fiy be upon you, Arzhan Janander." [in Sirdabi] Then, this linguistic olive branch offered, he goes on in Ruvic. "We thank you guiding us safely into your waters. I am Prince Regent Demetrius Estevarre, ruler of the land of Innithel, and ally of the distant kingdom of Ensor." [in Ruvic]
The thinly falling rain catches the last light from the sinking sun, spreading it around in a pearly sheen.
It is sunset, the hour of the jackal.
A creamy-gold gleaming full orb ascends into the sunset.
(Quietly): A short elderly woman peers southeast.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin says, "We have sailed very far in hopes of seeking audience with your bey, and seek ties of friendship with your lands. We have also come here to return a number of your countrymen and -women who were wrecked upon our shores, and stranded there for some time." [in Ruvic]
OOC: Your pose will read 'an imposing, ebon-dark woman stands sentinel near a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, arms folded and drawn up to her full height, looking as imposing as she ever gets.'.
Out of Character: a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin rolled magnetism and dissembling and the result was a 75 (extraordinary).
Water drips off you, leaving you sopping wet.
Soft masses of clouds roll overhead, sending down a mild but soaking shower.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander furrows his brow in undisguised disgust and scorn at a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin's largely-unintelligible pronunciation. "Ruvic it shall be," [in Ruvic] he agrees, with cold stiffness. "I hear you are Demetrius Estevarre, self-titled ruler of some barbarian backwater -- wait." [in Ruvic] He looks aside towards a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander says to a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage, "An-Sor. Is that not the distant kingdom that exports wool, Awlagh? Is Innithel its capital, or is that...Ilyxium?" [in Sirdabi]
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander lifts a hand to gingerly scratch his moustache with an index finger, delivering a stern glance back to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin as if to warn that betters are currently speaking and to hold on a moment.
Inaya fixes an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander with a decidedly unimpressed look, eyes narrowing just a touch.
A heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage shifts his eyes towards an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander and eyes him with equal resignation. "Yes, that sounds right," [in Sirdabi] he agrees. "Couldn't say what their capital is." [in Sirdabi with a penetrating baritone]
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair winces at an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander's reaction, flitting a look between an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander and a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin for a moment.
A heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage starts towards The Sea Lynx. (Stand - near The Sea Lynx -)
A heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage takes a few steps towards the ship, scanning his eyes along the length and breadth of her, assessingly.
Water drips off you, leaving you sopping wet.
A smooth-faced secretary hums in a soft precise mezzo-soprano.
A smooth-faced secretary ticks an eyebrow up as she listens to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, and after a pause ignores the two guards to put forth serenely, "You have traveled far, indeed. We welcome you, in the name of His Most Righteous and Virtuous Eminence, Fuad ibn Imran Bey, Safeguard of the Faithful of Raziya. I am Temiris, Secretary to the bey." [in Ruvic with a soft precise mezzo-soprano]
The gently melancholy noise of falling rain fills the air as the shower shows no sign of stopping.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander grunts at a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage's reaction, then opens his mouth as if to speak again -- and is promptly interrupted by a smooth-faced secretary. He develops a stiff expression of neutrality, staring on.
Inaya shifts her attention to a smooth-faced secretary, though she's plainly keeping an eye on a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage.
After keeping a pefectly impassive and regal gaze upon an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander, a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin shifts his attention over to a smooth-faced secretary, and he gives a small bow to her. "I thank you for the greeting. Whatever your procedures are for entering your land, and pursuing trade and friendship, we will be glad to follow." [in Ruvic]
"Well," [in Sirdabi] a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage says, "We're certainly going to have to have a look over your cargo. Study the manifests, compare it to what's in the hold, declare anything of hazardous or ilicit nature." [in Sirdabi]
Narrowing his eyes, an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander asks, "Who is your Captain?" [in Sirdabi]
A heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage seems to remember then that he is speaking with an An-sori barbarian fellow, and spreads his hands in bare apology. But since an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander is speaking again, he doesn't repeat himself.
"I am," [in Sirdabi] Inaya raises her voice to rasp to an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander, with an upward tick of her chin.
Beaded curtains clacking softly in the light breeze along the streets, a pleasantly mild warmth fills the air.
Turning back to an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander, a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin answers, "Inaya, one of those who were shipwrecked upon our shores. She has sailed us very skillfully to these shores." [in Ruvic] And he indicates you with a graceful gesture.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander looks to you. "Take notes, secretary," [in Sirdabi] he dictates to a smooth-faced secretary rather brusquely, and gathers command of the situation by way of vocal bluster. To you, he says, "You look Salawi. State your name and business with the barbarians." [in Sirdabi] He ignores a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
A smooth-faced secretary hums in a soft precise mezzo-soprano.
Following up as he hooks a hand lazily over the scimitar at his belt, an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander says, "And explain, further, why you came to port across the open sea rather than along the coast." [in Sirdabi]
A lazy-eyed brava with short titian tresses eyeballs the Omrazi delegation impassively as is her wont, and decidedly without warmth, but that's normal for her after all.
A lean, ink-eyed man remains to the side quietly listening with an intent gaze.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair lingers near the back, watching the goings-on with deep attentiveness.
"He has told you my name," [in Sirdabi] Inaya says levelly, with an indicative glance to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin before looking to an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander once again, impassive and cool. "Inaya. I am captain of this ship, is my business. And I come this way because I am a better captain than the ones who cling to the coast, and this is a better ship than most." [in Sirdabi] She seems nearly amused, for a moment.
Water drips off you, leaving you sopping wet.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin narrows his eyes quite a bit more as they shift between you and an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander, though it might just be in concentration.
She knows it's probably not the best move. But she almost can't help herself. These idiots are -always- so full of themselves, their heads up their own asses with self-importance.
A faint smile plays about a smooth-faced secretary's lips at your response, and she raises a minglefowl feather quill to jot a few swift notes into the book she carries.
The gently melancholy noise of falling rain fills the air as the shower shows no sign of stopping.
With a gruff nod, an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander says to you, "List your cargo and passengers, Inaya." [in Sirdabi]
"A rough summary," [in Sirdabi] an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander clarifies, as if on guard for you to begin a litany of every last person or thing aboard The Sea Lynx.
A short elderly woman stays quietly in the back of the group, hoping to be invisible.
A softly plump honey-blond woman looks a bit as if she's trying to hide behind a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, which is not all that easy given how splashily dressed she is. For her part, she looks distinctly in awe of the city around her, and her eyes keep drifting around to stare at its domes, its spires, the sheer vastness of the expanse of buildings.
A smooth-faced secretary looks queryingly at you, quill poised, gaze curious and calm.
"Cargo is wool cloth, and pewter, and beeswax, for trading, is the Prince's cargo. This is most of what we carry. It is his ship," [in Sirdabi] Inaya tells an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander slowly, carefully. "And passengers, from An-Sor and the Caliphate both. Their numbers and names are written, in the manifest." [in Sirdabi] She gives a small shrug.
A smooth-faced secretary hums in a soft precise mezzo-soprano.
A heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage turns around to look at you too, leaving off his visual inspection of the vessel and his mere imaginings of what it might hold. "Couranty wool?" [in Ruvic] he asks for clarification, not appearing too much interested or fussed by this small list otherwise.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander makes a gesture to a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage, adding, "You may provide Awlagh with the manifest and so on." [in Sirdabi] He seems tired of the ordeal already. "I have orders to bring those in charge to the palace, which I suppose would be -- you, Captain Inaya, and --" [in Sirdabi] He glances from you to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin. "This prince of An-Sor." [in Sirdabi]
Shifting back to Ruvic in the way one might speak to a child, an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander says to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, "Come with me, Prince Demetrius, to the palace of the Bey." [in Ruvic]
Inaya turns her head to nod once to a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage. But then as an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander speaks again, she stiffens just fractionally. She looks to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, then back to an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander.
You think: Shit, shit, shit, shit, no.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin's squint deepens into a frown. "Guard Arzhan," [in Ruvic] he states. "Captain Inaya has fulfilled her contract in bringing this ship safely to port here in your city, and in giving this brief report to you. She is discharged now from her duties, and should be considered as having no further involvement." [in Ruvic]
She feels as though the world is closing in, darkening down to a point-- until Demetrius speaks.
Out of Character: You rolled composure and dissembling and the result was a 72 (extraordinary).
Inaya remains still and silent, only her eyes shifting to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin at his words, features dispassionate. She's still tense, though.
Although he's been very domineering with his interrogation and orders, an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander seems to oddly cede some measure of subtly unspoken authority to a smooth-faced secretary, and waits with courteous feigned patience. "As you will," [in Ruvic] he tells a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin brusquely. "On your head be it. Have you retainers that you wish at your side, Prince Demetrius?" [in Ruvic] His voice is cold and stiff, and largely uncaring.
Almost boredly, an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander says to you, "If there is need of you, Captain, I am certain the Customs Inspectors will find you anywhere in the city." [in Ruvic]
Fervently, relief flooding through, you think: Thank you, Prince.
A smooth-faced secretary observes a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin thoughtfully, appearing to give due weight to his words. Eventually she says, "If that is how you have arranged it, that is well. You will be the one held fully accountable for your cargo, your people, and your purpose here." [in Ruvic] She inclines her head slightly, and accentuates her point with a sharp tap of her quill against the page of her book.
Inaya tips her head to an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander, formal and polite. "As you say," [in Sirdabi] she rasps agreement.
Clouds float placidly through a sea of deepening blue sky.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander falls in with a smooth-faced secretary.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is no longer following a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
Out of Character: a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin rolled composure and dissembling and the result was a 54 (good).
A lean, ink-eyed man is no longer following a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
When an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander looks away, though, Inaya casts a plainly grateful look to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, and lifts her hand to touch fingers off of her forehead to him, sweeping her hand out in an arc, palm-up.
You are no longer following a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
Water drips off you, leaving you sopping wet.
Perhaps there is a brief flicker of some expression across a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin's face at that surely not at all ominous declaration from a smooth-faced secretary, but he nods and agrees smoothly enough, "It shall be so. I hold all surety for all these things." [in Ruvic]
A short elderly woman stays very still, being invisible behind Yasin and Ighlaf.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin And then he blinks, just a short quick look of surprise to you. But he smoothes that away too, and simply bows his head to you, with respect and, perhaps, gratitude.
A darkly-tanned crewmate lurks at your shoulder, a mutely stoic shadow, merely gazing at the proceedings. He scratches at his stomach through the shirt and there's the tiniest sound of a hungry intestinal grumble.
You shift closer to a darkly-tanned crewmate.
(Hidden) You whisper to a darkly-tanned crewmate, "Ready?" [in Sirdabi]
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin now at last returns his attention to an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander, and.. he pauses. He looks back up to the ship for a moment as if searching for something, then back down with a frown. "Will I and my retinue be free to leave the palace grounds?" [in Ruvic]
Scattered clouds chase each other on the evening breeze.
Inaya leans a little closer to a darkly-tanned crewmate then, and stays in close, though she continues to watch a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin and an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander.
(Hidden) A darkly-tanned crewmate whispers to you, "Hungry, though..." [in Ruvic with an uneven tenor]
(Hidden) You whisper to a darkly-tanned crewmate, "We'll find something." [in Sirdabi]
A smooth-faced secretary contemplates the page of her book briefly before glancing up to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin. "Not for the moment, I fear," [in Sirdabi] she tells him. "But I can assure you that you will be well accommodated within the palace grounds, which are extensive enough that you will hardly feel yourself confined." [in Sirdabi]
Out of Character: a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin rolled composure and the result was a 21 (good).
"It is no crime, to dock here," [in Sirdabi] Inaya speaks up with a frown to a smooth-faced secretary.
A smooth-faced secretary shakes her head at you and tells you, "No, it is no crime at all. But this is.. a very novel circumstance. You must agree? The bey and his viziers will wish to speak with him for some time, and also wish to safeguard our guests while they are here." [in Sirdabi]
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander observes the muttering going on between you and a darkly-tanned crewmate, but seems to consider such mumblings par for the course, and heaves a sigh as he glances out towards the rain on the horizon of the sea.
Scattered clouds chase each other on the evening breeze.
"This is how you treat a prince, visiting your shores? To confine him?" [in Sirdabi] Inaya asks in her stage-whisper of a rasp, lifting a scar-split eyebrow at a smooth-faced secretary. "Where do you think he will run? He will speak with you, without being imprisoned." [in Sirdabi]
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin says slowly, "I see." [in Ruvic] There is a little twitch of his head as if he were wanting to turn it and look back -up- again, but he doesn't, quite. His gaze drops down to the planks of the pier momentarily, but then he looks back up again. "I have my full retinue with me," [in Ruvic] he states calmly.
"A barbarian he may be, but not without sense, or manners," [in Sirdabi] Inaya adds, smirking faintly.
"It's not your jurisdiction, Captain Inaya," [in Ruvic] interjects an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander gruffly, looking back over. "Visiting foreign nationals are in the custody of the Bey, and if Temiris says the Bey will want to keep this prince for a while, then I suppose he will." [in Ruvic] There's a single-shouldered shrug, as if for whatever reason, not even the Lion Guard understands why a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin is being treated with such curiosity.
A smooth-faced secretary hums in a soft precise mezzo-soprano.
A smooth-faced secretary tips her palm up in a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin's direction while looking at you. "You see, it does not trouble him. He and his retinue will be hosted with all the honor he merits." [in Sirdabi]
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander tightens a grip on the hilt of his scimitar, and his gaze cuts along the dock, as if taking into account strategic lines of escape and attack patterns of local guards. Whether or not he understands the Bey's directive, it's evident that he is here to enforce it.
Inaya ticks a look to an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander, not a trace of a reaction visible in her expression, then turns back to a smooth-faced secretary. And then she looks to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, and gives the faintest lift of one brow, a question unspoken.
Out of Character: a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin rolled composure and dissembling and the result was a 71 (extraordinary).
Scattered clouds chase each other on the evening breeze.
Is a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin in fact untroubled? He maintains a rather impassive countenance at least, and holds himself with as much regal dignity as if he were in fact receiving the greatest honor imaginable. To you he gives a small shake of his head, and then to a smooth-faced secretary and an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander he says, "Your hospitality does me honor. I will accompany you as you wish." [in Ruvic] He pauses. "Though I will need to have my things sent for." [in Ruvic]
Water dries on you, leaving you still soaked.
Inaya doesn't look especially convinced, but she nods fractionally to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin all the same, and subsides, offering no further objection and instead returning to her silent watch of the situation.
A smooth-faced secretary nods her head with courteous ceremony back to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin. "Very good, then. I will leave your ship in the good offices of Chief Inspector Awlagh. And yes, whatever you brought may be sent for." [in Ruvic]
A shout in a steady, measured baritone can be heard from the railing.
"THE DREAMER SMILES UPON THOSE WHO WELCOME THE WAYWARD! THE MEANEST PILGRIM MAY PROVE THE MOST TRUE OF FRIENDS!" [in Ruvic]
You peer towards The Sea Lynx...
[The Sea Lynx, Main Deck, Amidships]
You are on [The Sea Lynx].
Trim and swift yet able to withstand the rigors of the open sea, this pretty galeazza combines the versatile merits of a sailing ship and a rowed vessel. Upheld by the mainmast here, a triangular mainsail spreads out across its yardarm, which can be manipulated using the downswept rigging that mirrors that of the two smaller masts to fore and aft. For a span of several feet inside from the rail the deck is a tall two steps up from the middle of the ship, accommodating the rowers' galleries tucked away belowdecks. With the gangplank conveniently located nearby, a large hatch allows cargo to be loaded and unloaded from the hold.
Here is an inflated boar's bladder ball.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is standing near a gangplank. A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is standing near the railing. An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes is standing near the railing. A limber, way-worn male is standing near the railing, holding an assortment of small items in his right hand.
You are upon a ship. The clouds gather the blue light of dusk into themselves as they float across the sky.
Cardinal Exits: north to aft and south to fore
Other: the mainmast (steep), down to the hold: upper cargo hatch (open), and gangplank
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair blinks, looking back towards The Sea Lynx, clearly distracted from his focused observation by that shout.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers towards The Sea Lynx.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair begins to watch the direction of The Sea Lynx.
Inaya flicks a look back to The Sea Lynx, cocking an eyebrow briefly.
A smooth-faced secretary hums in a soft precise mezzo-soprano.
A short elderly woman turns to look back at the Sea Lynx.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair hisses out a long, low breath, but gives no other reaction.
A heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage just looks up towards the deck of the Sea Lynx in bemusement, before glancing over towards the prince and his own fellow delegates.
Creating patches of shadow that glide along rooftops and street, piles of crisp billowy clouds frisk swiftly across the sky.
Fluffy clouds congregate in the soft expanse of the sky, skirting high above even the tallest spires of the city.
Water dries on you, leaving you still rather wet.
A lean, ink-eyed man drops their gaze to the pier as they listen. They respectfully murmur, "If further lessons in languages may be wished for, I offer if unloading the ship allows time alongside." [in Ruvic] their gaze briefly flickering towards the ship then back.
A smooth-faced secretary hums in a soft precise mezzo-soprano.
A short elderly woman holds her breath.
A smooth-faced secretary's gaze also flickers up towards the deck of the Sea Lynx, and for a moment seems to settle on a particular figure up there. A smile curves her mouth, faint and rueful, and then she looks to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin once more. "If you are ready, Prince?" [in Sirdabi]
A lazy-eyed brava with short titian tresses flickers a glance to a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin too, waiting.
"Passengers, and crew, then, are free to enter the city?" [in Sirdabi] Inaya asks, looking once more to a smooth-faced secretary, plainly considering her the authority here and not an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin draws in a breath and simply nods to a smooth-faced secretary. "I am ready. Sayyida." [in Ruvic]
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander squints up at the railing of the docked ship for a minute or two, then nods to you. "Cause no trouble," [in Ruvic] he warns. "The Customs Authority won't afford you any considerations for ignorance." [in Ruvic]
Inaya turns her attention to an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander at his response, and flashes him a toothy, predatory sort of grin without humour. "We have taught the barbarians manners, on our journey," [in Sirdabi] she assures him.
Wryly calling over in Sirdabi, an imperious-looking Lion Guard commander says to a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage, "Might want to tell your people we've got a fresh shipment of unwashed northerners, Awlagh." [in Sirdabi]
A smooth-faced secretary begins to turn away, but pauses to nod to you. "We may seek out some if it is needful. The Chief Inspector will complete the task of recording the entire manifest of cargo and passengers, as is customary." [in Sirdabi]
Shadows skim dimly across the ground, heralding the gentle advance of clouds across the twilit sky.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander half-turns to escort a smooth-faced secretary and a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin, but he gives a heavy-set inspector with a lugubrious visage a curt nod of farewell after his call.
A smooth-faced secretary hums in a soft precise mezzo-soprano.
Inaya tips a formal nod to a smooth-faced secretary, nearly half a bow, but says nothing in reply.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin falls in with a smooth-faced secretary.
A softly plump honey-blond woman falls in with a smooth-faced secretary.
A lazy-eyed brava with short titian tresses falls in with a smooth-faced secretary.
A smooth-faced secretary hums in a soft precise mezzo-soprano.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander falls in with a smooth-faced secretary.
A stocky footman with greying brown hair pauses to also look up at the ship, much more plainly, and almost imploringly. But he swiftly shuffles himself into line as well, and drags a ragged mantle of snobbery over himself with which to accompany a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin.
A stocky footman with greying brown hair falls in with a smooth-faced secretary.
With no further ceremony than that already conducted, a smooth-faced secretary turns to go, leading her merry band of unwashed northerners.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes disembarks from The Sea Lynx.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes says, "Wait!" [in Sirdabi].
Inaya begins to turn back to the gangplank, pausing to deliver one of her little salute-farewells to a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair and a lean, ink-eyed man, perhaps by way of dismissal. To a darkly-tanned crewmate at her side, she whispers, "Come, let's find Wasi." [in Sirdabi]
Inaya pauses to look to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes.
Water dries on you, leaving you somewhat wet, but drying off nicely.
A smooth-faced secretary blinks and comes to a halt before she's fairly started, and turns a glance back to look for the source of that call.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead disembarks from The Sea Lynx.
Inaya starts towards The Sea Lynx. (Stand - near The Sea Lynx -)
A rickety roguish old woman follows you. (Stand - near The Sea Lynx -)
A darkly-tanned crewmate follows you. (Stand - near The Sea Lynx -)
Out of Character: a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin rolled composure and the result was a 26 (good).
(At the general area): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair gives a firm but small nod to you, but is obviously distracted by an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes's shout as she disembarks from the ship. He watches, a shift of his jaw as he does so.
Dappling rooftops and streets with ever-changing patterns of light and shadow, cottony clouds move briskly past on the wind.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes suddenly comes (carefully, uncertainly, but in a bit of a rush) down the gangplank as a smooth-faced secretary turns to escort the group off. "Wait," [in Sirdabi] she says with a smidge more dignity. "I was delayed," [in Sirdabi] she says after a noticeable pause.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin's expression does a rapid shift from great surprise to almost bright-eyed warmth and then on from there to dismay. He starts to say something, but then stops and looks towards a smooth-faced secretary.
An imperious-looking Lion Guard commander blinks and glances towards the gangplank again as an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes disembarks. He frowns in puzzlement at seeing a genteel Sirdabi woman rushing so, then cants his head and stares some more.
A lean, ink-eyed man dips their head respectfully to you, slowly shifting back towards the ship. Stalled by as they join in blinking.
A smooth-faced secretary's eyes narrow just a fraction as she observes an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes, this strangely frantic and delayed personage who is not, herself, an unwashed northerner. "Are you part of the Prince of Innithil's retinue as well?" [in Sirdabi] she asks, one eyebrow arching.
A dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin once again starts to say something, but this time he seems to stop because he's entirely unsure what it should be. He looks at an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes, appearing unhappily torn as well as tongue-tied. "She is... she has offered me counsel, during our journey to her homeland," [in Ruvic] he finally says carefully.
A smooth-faced secretary hums in a soft precise mezzo-soprano.
Soft breezes freshen the air, sending the clouds above briskly along their way.
Inaya begins to step up the gangplank once more, and as she passes an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes, just briefly, carefully, attempts to put a hand to her shoulder, a momentary contact. There's no look or words offered alongside the gesture, and it'd be easy enough to avoid as she carries on back up to the deck.
A softly plump honey-blond woman has looked at least as startled as anyone to have someone else come hurtling off the Sea Lynx and demanding that the grand-high-whatevers of Foreignland wait. But then as she looks at an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes her mouth tightens, even if she doesn't say anything.
An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes glances, oddly enough, to a stocky footman with greying brown hair, rather than a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin or you or anyone else. But it's only for a moment before she draws herself up when she steps on land. And there she pauses, almost uncertainly, and maybe it's her sea-legs acting up. But she pulls her abaya closed discreetly. "I am," [in Sirdabi] she says rather simply in a rather genteel Sirdabi. And then, when a dark laughing-eyed nobleman with a scar-marked chin speaks, she shifts tongues. "I did." [in Ruvic] She must feel your touch, but she does nothing else to indicate her awareness of it.
You board The Sea Lynx.
A darkly-tanned crewmate walks over from the railing, right leg dragging.
[The Sea Lynx, Main Deck, Amidships]
You are on [The Sea Lynx].
Trim and swift yet able to withstand the rigors of the open sea, this pretty galeazza combines the versatile merits of a sailing ship and a rowed vessel. Upheld by the mainmast here, a triangular mainsail spreads out across its yardarm, which can be manipulated using the downswept rigging that mirrors that of the two smaller masts to fore and aft. For a span of several feet inside from the rail the deck is a tall two steps up from the middle of the ship, accommodating the rowers' galleries tucked away belowdecks. With the gangplank conveniently located nearby, a large hatch allows cargo to be loaded and unloaded from the hold.
Here is an inflated boar's bladder ball.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is standing near the railing. A limber, way-worn male is standing near the railing, holding an assortment of small items in his right hand. A rickety roguish old woman is here. A darkly-tanned crewmate is here, holding a heavy ship's mop in his right hand and holding a mug with a curved handle in his left hand.
You are upon a ship. The clouds gather the blue light of dusk into themselves as they float across the sky.
Cardinal Exits: north to aft and south to fore
Other: the mainmast (steep), down to the hold: upper cargo hatch (open), and gangplank
A gangling, black-haired sailor walks over from the way south to fore, wielding a pinewood fishing pole in his right hand.
A gangling, black-haired sailor falls in with you.
A gangling, black-haired sailor gives you a silent nod as he falls in, walking along the railing.
A darkly-tanned crewmate nods at a gangling, black-haired sailor.
Water dries on you, leaving you noticeably damp.
"You are given permission," [in Ruvic] Inaya raises her voice to rasp to those crew and passengers left on deck, gesturing with one hand down the gangplank. Then she looks up to a gangling, black-haired sailor with a relieved smile, and heads aft.
The scene fades to black.