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Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be my sleep under stone...
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There has been a...mistake. Read the name the captain thinks of.
There has been a...mistake. Read the name the captain thinks of.
The cabin's door opens, and the captain stands for a few moments, witnessing the scene. In a cold voice, he says: "Please, come in."
The captain's cabin appears even smaller than it is. Cramped with chests of unknown content, weapon racks hosting swords of strange fashion, and exotic trinkets of all kinds. The captain's desk is covered in maps, compasses, sextants, and similar nautical items: an inkwell lies in a corner, with a fluffy pen inside, indication that the captain can write.
The man sits on the ornate chair behind his desk. He looks like a man in his early fifties, with a short, well trimmed grey beard on his chin and moustaches of a similar colour. His gloved hands rest on the desk as he begins to speak. "Gentlemen, I would like to have a word with you. As you know, I am captain Lorenz von Meiland." The captain seems to think for a moment, making his light brown eyes gaze upon his guests. Gustav Theindorf, veteran of the civil war and known mercenary. Heinrich Herzog, highwayman and bandit, a true master of the blade. And Katyna Moscova, a famous diplomat whose mellifluous toungue could soothe the fiercest opponent. In theory, the perfect people for such a delicate mission. In practice, the captain was already starting to fear for his life.
"I would like to advance...a proposal." The captain speaks with a calm, cold voice, carefully measuring his words. "Tomorrow, my ship will sail from King's Stone. I have been hired for a simple...acquisition. Now, we need not to delve into unnecessary detail: what you should know is that the Sea Serpent, a caravel, has been unlawfully stolen. And would like your assistance to retrieve it. For this job, a certain kind of skill and great secrecy is required, and my crew possesses neither. You three will be given time to discuss, but I'd like an answer before we land in King's Stone. You won't be alone: another has been chosen for this mission, and is already waiting in King's Stone. About the pay, trust me, it shall be most..." the captain interrupts himself, and with both hands reaches for something under his desk. He puts the item, a small but seemingly heavy chest, on the desk and opens it, revealing its content: the chest is packed with gold and jewels. "...generous."
The captain's cabin appears even smaller than it is. Cramped with chests of unknown content, weapon racks hosting swords of strange fashion, and exotic trinkets of all kinds. The captain's desk is covered in maps, compasses, sextants, and similar nautical items: an inkwell lies in a corner, with a fluffy pen inside, indication that the captain can write.
The man sits on the ornate chair behind his desk. He looks like a man in his early fifties, with a short, well trimmed grey beard on his chin and moustaches of a similar colour. His gloved hands rest on the desk as he begins to speak. "Gentlemen, I would like to have a word with you. As you know, I am captain Lorenz von Meiland." The captain seems to think for a moment, making his light brown eyes gaze upon his guests. Gustav Theindorf, veteran of the civil war and known mercenary. Heinrich Herzog, highwayman and bandit, a true master of the blade. And Katyna Moscova, a famous diplomat whose mellifluous toungue could soothe the fiercest opponent. In theory, the perfect people for such a delicate mission. In practice, the captain was already starting to fear for his life.
"I would like to advance...a proposal." The captain speaks with a calm, cold voice, carefully measuring his words. "Tomorrow, my ship will sail from King's Stone. I have been hired for a simple...acquisition. Now, we need not to delve into unnecessary detail: what you should know is that the Sea Serpent, a caravel, has been unlawfully stolen. And would like your assistance to retrieve it. For this job, a certain kind of skill and great secrecy is required, and my crew possesses neither. You three will be given time to discuss, but I'd like an answer before we land in King's Stone. You won't be alone: another has been chosen for this mission, and is already waiting in King's Stone. About the pay, trust me, it shall be most..." the captain interrupts himself, and with both hands reaches for something under his desk. He puts the item, a small but seemingly heavy chest, on the desk and opens it, revealing its content: the chest is packed with gold and jewels. "...generous."
Yes, if that is okay for you.
So far we have Gustav, Katya, and Heirich on the Swallow, and Rattlebones on his way to King's Stone. The other character will either be already in the town or will join the party later. If you have any specific place or situation you'd like to start in, feel free to tell me!
As the mountains of the Horn seem to slide benath you, the small isle of King's Stone keeps getting closer and closer. Lorenz sighs. His plan is delicate, and timing is absolutely essential. He turns to his quartermaster. "Take the helm." the captain says, before adjusting his feathered hat and walking towards his cabin. On the way, he sees a few of his passenger. The captain sighs again, frowning. A highwayman who looked far too sure of himself, a war veteran who had clear problems with sea-faring, and a seamstress who had a strange obsession with a donkey. It was not exactly what the captain hoped for.
The Sun has already almost disappeared over the horizon, and the last rays of its light are painting the sky a dark red, while the first stars of the evening are beginning to shine. From here you can see the lights of the town, built on the top of a rocky island. There are many ships on the horizion, from the small fishing boat to the immense galleon. The bow of the Swallow cuts wave after wave, and the crew begins to sing another old shanty. One sailor approaches the two men talking, and another one the maiden who had just tripped. The message was the same, delivered in few, harsh words: "Lads! The capt'n wants ye in his cabin before we land."
The Sun has already almost disappeared over the horizon, and the last rays of its light are painting the sky a dark red, while the first stars of the evening are beginning to shine. From here you can see the lights of the town, built on the top of a rocky island. There are many ships on the horizion, from the small fishing boat to the immense galleon. The bow of the Swallow cuts wave after wave, and the crew begins to sing another old shanty. One sailor approaches the two men talking, and another one the maiden who had just tripped. The message was the same, delivered in few, harsh words: "Lads! The capt'n wants ye in his cabin before we land."
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