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@Raylah Hey, please don't be offended that I posted before you, wasn't trying to step on your toes. I just wanted to get something done today and since there are only a few of us actually posting right now, it came out a little wonky for me to post nearly twice in a row.
Adrianna looked up at the sound of a scolding voice. She didn’t recognize the man, but she recognized the insignia he wore. Hunter. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest. He already had his hand on his blade, as if he expected a fight. She had been sitting on the counter against the wall, and kept her head down as he looked over at her. He grabbed her bowl, sniffing the contents to ensure that it was enhanced, and then threw it against the wall. The bowl shattered, and the contents Adrianna had not yet eaten spilled onto the floor. She flinched at the sound, and looked up at Kent, the spoon still hanging out of her mouth. Slowly, she took the spoon out of her mouth, laying it down beside her as Kent lectured at the Naga to dump out the rest of the stew.
What a waste.
Gideard put his head down as well, not wanting the hunter to see the glare plastered across his face. The Naga moved over to the bowl, covering it as he picked it up off of the stove, holding it with rags on the hot handles as he brought it over to the sink.
“Bully.” Adrianna said under her breath, though probably still loud enough for the hunter to hear her. Had she not just been… engaging in illicit behavior, she might have refrained from calling him out, but her inhibitions were a bit lower for the moment.
“Excuse me?” Kent turned towards her, using his larger frame to make it rather difficult for her to try to escape, not that there was anywhere for her to go at the moment.
“I…” Adrianna looked over at Gideard, but he was not going to help her out on this. He was still trying to hope that Kent would forget about the whole extortion part of this affair. After all, he used quite a bit of his good stock to make that stock…and hadn’t exactly turned a profit yet. “You are being a bully. Chasing down Naga Leaves isn’t exactly what you are being paid to do…” She gestured to the insignia he wore. “You are supposed to hunt magii. Shouldn’t you focus on that?”
Kent answered that he dealt with Naga when they were serving drugs, acting like it was a huge deal that they were onboard the ship.
“We aren’t even IN Galloway yet. This is the ocean. Last I checked, you didn’t own the Ocean.” Adrianna continued to shove her foot in her mouth, recalling one of the reasons she had considered leaving the land and traveling by sea…to get further from the influence of the Church.
“No, but we are on an Adelon ship. Which means this ship is bound by our kingdom’s laws. Which means…” He nodded to the soup. “That, is illegal.”
Adrianna scoffed, sliding off the table and moving around him. Hunters were so uppity. They believed all laws were theirs to enforce, instead of just worry about magii, like they were actually supposed to. Kent let her pass, and though she wanted to stick up for the Naga, she didn’t want to get in trouble with authorities at Galloway either. Last thing she needed was to be tossed in a crowded cell for a day. She adjusted the fingerless gloves on her hands as she moved through the halls to one of the higher decks. She was still quite angry, and finally decided to just go to the top to get some fresh air. Adrianna immediately spotted another of the hunters near the railing, and so went the opposite direction. She had her fill of hunters for a while.
What a waste.
Gideard put his head down as well, not wanting the hunter to see the glare plastered across his face. The Naga moved over to the bowl, covering it as he picked it up off of the stove, holding it with rags on the hot handles as he brought it over to the sink.
“Bully.” Adrianna said under her breath, though probably still loud enough for the hunter to hear her. Had she not just been… engaging in illicit behavior, she might have refrained from calling him out, but her inhibitions were a bit lower for the moment.
“Excuse me?” Kent turned towards her, using his larger frame to make it rather difficult for her to try to escape, not that there was anywhere for her to go at the moment.
“I…” Adrianna looked over at Gideard, but he was not going to help her out on this. He was still trying to hope that Kent would forget about the whole extortion part of this affair. After all, he used quite a bit of his good stock to make that stock…and hadn’t exactly turned a profit yet. “You are being a bully. Chasing down Naga Leaves isn’t exactly what you are being paid to do…” She gestured to the insignia he wore. “You are supposed to hunt magii. Shouldn’t you focus on that?”
Kent answered that he dealt with Naga when they were serving drugs, acting like it was a huge deal that they were onboard the ship.
“We aren’t even IN Galloway yet. This is the ocean. Last I checked, you didn’t own the Ocean.” Adrianna continued to shove her foot in her mouth, recalling one of the reasons she had considered leaving the land and traveling by sea…to get further from the influence of the Church.
“No, but we are on an Adelon ship. Which means this ship is bound by our kingdom’s laws. Which means…” He nodded to the soup. “That, is illegal.”
Adrianna scoffed, sliding off the table and moving around him. Hunters were so uppity. They believed all laws were theirs to enforce, instead of just worry about magii, like they were actually supposed to. Kent let her pass, and though she wanted to stick up for the Naga, she didn’t want to get in trouble with authorities at Galloway either. Last thing she needed was to be tossed in a crowded cell for a day. She adjusted the fingerless gloves on her hands as she moved through the halls to one of the higher decks. She was still quite angry, and finally decided to just go to the top to get some fresh air. Adrianna immediately spotted another of the hunters near the railing, and so went the opposite direction. She had her fill of hunters for a while.
The card game didn’t so much as end as Adrianna left. Two other players were joining, and they were interested in spending more money, with the potential of course to gain more money as well through the game. Adrianna departed then, having netted a few coins by the end of the game. She went to the kitchens with her coin, intent on getting herself some food. Though with passage on the ship, all of the guests onboard had access to some stew, she hadn’t been much of a fan. It was much more broth and remains from previous stews than any real meat or sustenance. Earlier, she had seen someone pass a little coin to the chef to get something better.
It was no surprise to her that the chef, a Naga, was accepting a bit of coin under the counter and pulling out better food, but she just so happened to have some coin to spare now, to engage in some of these activities. “Hey, Gideard, right?” She asked, getting the scaley guy’s attention. The man looked up from the pot he was stirring, looking skeptically at Adrianna. “Yea, what’s it to you?”
“I’m just a good listener, is all.” Adrianna said. “And I heard that you had something pretty delicious being cooked up in these kitchens.”
“We got stew.” He pulled out a ladle of the stuff she already knew she didn’t care for. Adrianna lifted a few coins from her pouch and set them on the table.
“That’s not quite what I meant.” She grinned.
He hesitated another moment, and then went over to the expo counter where Adrianna stood, looking both ways as if expecting to see some sort of authority nearby just waiting for him to slip up. “I got something you might like to try…” He nodded, and slid the coins away, obviously not offering any change. He took out a bowl, and went over to another pot, much smaller, in the back of the small kitchen. He ladled a bit of the contents, and she could see thick cuts of vegetables and meat. There was a dark color to the soup, and as he brought it closer, she could see the small bits of… herbs inside.
Most food on ships was incredibly salty and tough to chew. This soup, on the other hand, was delicious. Adrianna let out a moan when she took a bite, and Gideard shushed her immediately. She held up a hand and mumbled an apology, and then continued to eat, leaning against a wall of the kitchen. This was possibly one of the best things she had eaten, and she wasn’t exactly a street rat.
“What is this? How did you make it?”
“You didn’t pay for that information.” Gideard said. Adrianna was surprised by his crass response, but looked up in time to see him grinning back at her, and she chuckled. “We pick up all sorts of herbs and things when we go to ports. But I don’t get enough to feed it to everyone. Besides, the captain doesn’t much care for the taste of the things I make. Says he likes this grub better.” Adrianna spoke with him a little more as she ate, learning that Gideard aspired to be a chef, like a private chef for some nobleman or something, but no one would hire a Naga to do anything except take out the trash. He couldn’t even eat at establishments, let alone be hired to work with their meat and cook for people. He once got accused of wanting to poison the patrons so that he could empty their pockets and skip town.
This vessel gave him a chance, but there wasn’t exactly much room for improving himself. He didn’t say as much, but Adrianna got the impression that Gideard wanted to be ‘discovered’ by someone who wanted a personal chef. Just like young ladies wanted a knight in shining armor to rescue them, Gideard hoped someone would see his talent, even with his sub-par ingredients, and would look beyond his scales to offer him a career. Unfortunately, as nice as he was beneath the gruff exterior, Adrianna had nothing of the kind to offer him, and wished him luck in his endeavors.
It was no surprise to her that the chef, a Naga, was accepting a bit of coin under the counter and pulling out better food, but she just so happened to have some coin to spare now, to engage in some of these activities. “Hey, Gideard, right?” She asked, getting the scaley guy’s attention. The man looked up from the pot he was stirring, looking skeptically at Adrianna. “Yea, what’s it to you?”
“I’m just a good listener, is all.” Adrianna said. “And I heard that you had something pretty delicious being cooked up in these kitchens.”
“We got stew.” He pulled out a ladle of the stuff she already knew she didn’t care for. Adrianna lifted a few coins from her pouch and set them on the table.
“That’s not quite what I meant.” She grinned.
He hesitated another moment, and then went over to the expo counter where Adrianna stood, looking both ways as if expecting to see some sort of authority nearby just waiting for him to slip up. “I got something you might like to try…” He nodded, and slid the coins away, obviously not offering any change. He took out a bowl, and went over to another pot, much smaller, in the back of the small kitchen. He ladled a bit of the contents, and she could see thick cuts of vegetables and meat. There was a dark color to the soup, and as he brought it closer, she could see the small bits of… herbs inside.
Most food on ships was incredibly salty and tough to chew. This soup, on the other hand, was delicious. Adrianna let out a moan when she took a bite, and Gideard shushed her immediately. She held up a hand and mumbled an apology, and then continued to eat, leaning against a wall of the kitchen. This was possibly one of the best things she had eaten, and she wasn’t exactly a street rat.
“What is this? How did you make it?”
“You didn’t pay for that information.” Gideard said. Adrianna was surprised by his crass response, but looked up in time to see him grinning back at her, and she chuckled. “We pick up all sorts of herbs and things when we go to ports. But I don’t get enough to feed it to everyone. Besides, the captain doesn’t much care for the taste of the things I make. Says he likes this grub better.” Adrianna spoke with him a little more as she ate, learning that Gideard aspired to be a chef, like a private chef for some nobleman or something, but no one would hire a Naga to do anything except take out the trash. He couldn’t even eat at establishments, let alone be hired to work with their meat and cook for people. He once got accused of wanting to poison the patrons so that he could empty their pockets and skip town.
This vessel gave him a chance, but there wasn’t exactly much room for improving himself. He didn’t say as much, but Adrianna got the impression that Gideard wanted to be ‘discovered’ by someone who wanted a personal chef. Just like young ladies wanted a knight in shining armor to rescue them, Gideard hoped someone would see his talent, even with his sub-par ingredients, and would look beyond his scales to offer him a career. Unfortunately, as nice as he was beneath the gruff exterior, Adrianna had nothing of the kind to offer him, and wished him luck in his endeavors.
@Vena Sera thanks for the info. I hadn't thought to ask about currency but I definitely used copper in my last post. I can change it to bronze when I get back to my computer. Should be this evening sometime. :)
nice post, @mogtaki I loved the mental image of Cecil checking out the water and sinking to the bottom, then being curious about ocean life and sorta walking along the bottom like, "this is peaceful, but my joints are starting to hurt."
“Two pairs.” An older man said as he lay down his cards. He had a pair of fours, a pair of sevens, and a ten. The brawny Dimuran’s lips curled into a smile as he loosened his grip and lay his cards down face up as well.
He didn’t say anything, but the cards spoke for themselves. He had three of a kind, fives. They both looked to Adrianna, who shook her head a little and placed her cards face down on the table, folding for the table. She didn’t have anything decent this hand. The Dimuran took the pot, a few cooper pieces, and then tossed another into the pile.
“Can’t we up the ante a little?” The older man asked.
Adrianna had set the ante, keeping it low. Her reason was that they were trapped on a boat, and if someone lost too much money, there would be a lot of tension in a very small space. Lots of things made people angry, but one of the biggest instigators of conflict was money. The last thing she wanted to deal with was someone feeling like they had been cheated out of their life-savings…not to mention the fact that she was pretty confident she couldn’t take the Dimuran in a fight if it came to.
“The kid set it.” The Dimuran said, gesturing to Adrianna.
“I know, but come on, let’s make this a bit more fun.” The older Muran replied.
Adrianna opened her mouth to explain her reason for keeping the ante low. Before she could, however, the Dimuran spoke up once more. “This is probably all the kid has. Don’t try to con him out of his savings, Lago.”
“Yea, yea…” Lago readied the cards for the next hand. They seemed to accept the reasoning given by the Dimuran, and Adrianna wasn’t going to argue with them. It was plausible that she, a young lad, didn’t have enough money on her person to bet more than a few copper each hand. Besides, Adrianna won the next hand and had won a few earlier as well. She could be very good at cards, but she didn’t want to be too good.
“So what brings you to Galloway?” The old man asked, trying to make conversation, or possible distract the Dimuran from noticing his tells. Of course, the Dimuran wasn’t terribly interested in making small talk, and he grunted as he stared intently at his cards.
“Looking for work.” Answered Adrianna a few moments later. It was plausible, and it wasn’t even entirely a lie. She was looking for new work, but she didn’t plan on staying in such a busy port city. In truth, she had been considering getting work on a vessel, and had spent a while watching the crew swab the deck and tie knots and such. This little trip was a bit of a test run, and assurance that she absolutely did not want to get work on a boat. There was absolutely no privacy, and given her…condition, the tight quarters just weren’t feasible. On the plus side, at least she knew one thing she didn’t want to do.
“What kind of work? Do you have any skills?” He asked.
“A few.” Adrianna said. “Why, are you hiring?”
“No, no…Just making conversation.”
“What are you going to be doing in Galloway?” Adrianna asked in return.
“Meeting family. My son’s wife just had another baby, and I’m coming to visit em.”
“Sounds nice. Enjoy yourself.” They continued to make small talk through the next few hands, though the Dimuran mostly kept his thoughts to himself. Lago pressed him a bit, but Adrianna didn’t pry. She understood that some people preferred to keep their privacy.
He didn’t say anything, but the cards spoke for themselves. He had three of a kind, fives. They both looked to Adrianna, who shook her head a little and placed her cards face down on the table, folding for the table. She didn’t have anything decent this hand. The Dimuran took the pot, a few cooper pieces, and then tossed another into the pile.
“Can’t we up the ante a little?” The older man asked.
Adrianna had set the ante, keeping it low. Her reason was that they were trapped on a boat, and if someone lost too much money, there would be a lot of tension in a very small space. Lots of things made people angry, but one of the biggest instigators of conflict was money. The last thing she wanted to deal with was someone feeling like they had been cheated out of their life-savings…not to mention the fact that she was pretty confident she couldn’t take the Dimuran in a fight if it came to.
“The kid set it.” The Dimuran said, gesturing to Adrianna.
“I know, but come on, let’s make this a bit more fun.” The older Muran replied.
Adrianna opened her mouth to explain her reason for keeping the ante low. Before she could, however, the Dimuran spoke up once more. “This is probably all the kid has. Don’t try to con him out of his savings, Lago.”
“Yea, yea…” Lago readied the cards for the next hand. They seemed to accept the reasoning given by the Dimuran, and Adrianna wasn’t going to argue with them. It was plausible that she, a young lad, didn’t have enough money on her person to bet more than a few copper each hand. Besides, Adrianna won the next hand and had won a few earlier as well. She could be very good at cards, but she didn’t want to be too good.
“So what brings you to Galloway?” The old man asked, trying to make conversation, or possible distract the Dimuran from noticing his tells. Of course, the Dimuran wasn’t terribly interested in making small talk, and he grunted as he stared intently at his cards.
“Looking for work.” Answered Adrianna a few moments later. It was plausible, and it wasn’t even entirely a lie. She was looking for new work, but she didn’t plan on staying in such a busy port city. In truth, she had been considering getting work on a vessel, and had spent a while watching the crew swab the deck and tie knots and such. This little trip was a bit of a test run, and assurance that she absolutely did not want to get work on a boat. There was absolutely no privacy, and given her…condition, the tight quarters just weren’t feasible. On the plus side, at least she knew one thing she didn’t want to do.
“What kind of work? Do you have any skills?” He asked.
“A few.” Adrianna said. “Why, are you hiring?”
“No, no…Just making conversation.”
“What are you going to be doing in Galloway?” Adrianna asked in return.
“Meeting family. My son’s wife just had another baby, and I’m coming to visit em.”
“Sounds nice. Enjoy yourself.” They continued to make small talk through the next few hands, though the Dimuran mostly kept his thoughts to himself. Lago pressed him a bit, but Adrianna didn’t pry. She understood that some people preferred to keep their privacy.
Hey all, I know what I want to post but I've got the flu, so I might not get the post done tonight.
A few modifications to Adrianna from the original game, but she is posted.
Name: Adrianna Kirchner. Goes by Adrian Vargas
Age: 22
Gender: Female, but dresses and travels as a male
Race: Mura
Magic:
Healing- Adrianna can manipulate her own energy and the energy of others to heal. While her healing does not remove all scarring, it has saved lives before. Healing a lot wears her out, and she has traditional non-magic healing capabilities as well, which she uses more frequently than her magic.
Light Orb-Adrianna can create and control an orb of light to illuminate a dark area. It does not put off heat, however. She has good control over its size, and has recently learned how to “throw” it at people to startle or confuse them. It disappears if she loses concentration or it gets too far away from her.
Gear: She carries herbs, salves, and some basic medical supplies that she has gathered together in a pouch that hangs on her waist. Adrianna carries a small dagger in her left boot, and a two section bo staff, split, one on each hip. She also carries a sling-shot, and is able to use a bow, though she doesn't currently have one.
She carries flint and firesteel, some dried meat for rations, and a container of water in a satchel over her shoulder. In there is also a small book and writing utensil, in which she has drawings and information about plants and their many uses for healing, eating, and poisoning.
History: Adrianna currently travels as a man, as she is “on the run” from the Church. She doesn’t usually think anyone is looking for her, though occasional bouts of paranoia keep her in hiding. When she first left, she was nervous about being a young woman traveling alone, and so she put on a guise and became a “healer for hire.” She mostly uses non-magic healing, though occasionally infuses a bit of magic to prevent infection or prevent mortal wounds. The group she has traveled with for the last two years does not know for certain she is a mage, or even that she is a she…though there have been suspicions when men were able to walk within a few days of grievous injuries. No one asked, and “Adrian” didn’t tell. After all, every man in their company of bandits had a story, and few of them wanted to share their own. Still, she could not stay in their company any longer…”Adrian” should have started growing facial hair, his voice should have deepened, and overall it was too much of a risk. So off she went.
Age: 22
Gender: Female, but dresses and travels as a male
Race: Mura
Magic:
Healing- Adrianna can manipulate her own energy and the energy of others to heal. While her healing does not remove all scarring, it has saved lives before. Healing a lot wears her out, and she has traditional non-magic healing capabilities as well, which she uses more frequently than her magic.
Light Orb-Adrianna can create and control an orb of light to illuminate a dark area. It does not put off heat, however. She has good control over its size, and has recently learned how to “throw” it at people to startle or confuse them. It disappears if she loses concentration or it gets too far away from her.
Gear: She carries herbs, salves, and some basic medical supplies that she has gathered together in a pouch that hangs on her waist. Adrianna carries a small dagger in her left boot, and a two section bo staff, split, one on each hip. She also carries a sling-shot, and is able to use a bow, though she doesn't currently have one.
She carries flint and firesteel, some dried meat for rations, and a container of water in a satchel over her shoulder. In there is also a small book and writing utensil, in which she has drawings and information about plants and their many uses for healing, eating, and poisoning.
History: Adrianna currently travels as a man, as she is “on the run” from the Church. She doesn’t usually think anyone is looking for her, though occasional bouts of paranoia keep her in hiding. When she first left, she was nervous about being a young woman traveling alone, and so she put on a guise and became a “healer for hire.” She mostly uses non-magic healing, though occasionally infuses a bit of magic to prevent infection or prevent mortal wounds. The group she has traveled with for the last two years does not know for certain she is a mage, or even that she is a she…though there have been suspicions when men were able to walk within a few days of grievous injuries. No one asked, and “Adrian” didn’t tell. After all, every man in their company of bandits had a story, and few of them wanted to share their own. Still, she could not stay in their company any longer…”Adrian” should have started growing facial hair, his voice should have deepened, and overall it was too much of a risk. So off she went.
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