[The Greenest Dolphin, Forecastle]
You are on [a timeworn naval freighter].
This is the interior of the ship below the forecastle deck, where crew and passengers may quarter. The ceiling is rather low and the space cramped. While the wood that makes up the surroundings is old and battered and retains a perpetual particular smell, it looks well-cared for, swabbed with oil and patched between the planks with pitch. Several hammocks are hung from the ceiling on sliding hooks set over sturdy rungs, allowing them to be opened or closed and pushed to the side.
(The cramped forecastle is crowded with huddled bodies, many sporting injuries and bandages. There's a hole cracked through the floor.)
A great many things clutter the area here.
a tall and swarthy sea-weathered man, Sitra Tahan, Sakina, and Inaya sleep here.
Also here is Etennay Tekra, First Mate. Marwa Baz Taa'ha is sitting here. Halima Tifour is sitting here, holding a medium sheet of paper in her right hand. Kinsa is sitting near a porthole window, holding a small, polished prayer stone in her right hand.
Cardinal Exits: the southern Port Cabin: squat cabin door (open), the northern Starboard Cabin: squat cabin door (closed), and towards the dingy west end of the forecastle
Other: out: squat cabin door (closed) and a splintery hole in the floor (steep)
Aya climbs over from down a splintery hole in the floor.
Aya climbs up adroitly.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate peers out the window, then looks around the area, dark-bronze gaze fixing on a large patchwork of sailcloth and scraps. "Hmm," [in Sirdabi with a harshly-affected countertenor] grumbles the first mate with a thoughtful frown.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate narrows his eyes.
Scrambling up the hole, Yasin lets out a light breath before inclining his head to Etennay Tekra, First Mate. "First Mate. We have a ... semblance of the oars, ready to ... test." He gestures to a mess of wood and planks that ... well, it looks like it -could- be oars. It seems sturdy, for the most part, reinforced, extended wooden planks that used to be various parts of the ship.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate squints through a porthole window, again.
Adding on, you say to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, "And I think the ... others were working on the sailcloth."
Glancing back to you and then the makeshift oars, Etennay Tekra, First Mate says, "Huh, I see."
You peer through a porthole window...
Halima Tifour looks over a medium sheet of paper with a careful eye.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate makes a gesture to a heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars, and says to you. "Go ahead and grab em, we'll take em out. Weather seems fine." There's another anxious look out the window.
The ship moves across serene waves on beneath you.
Aya peers through a porthole window.
Yasin nods to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, stating "I will. We may need to get creative at how we secure them to the deck, but we'll ... sort that momentarily."
Owais walks over from towards the dingy west end of the forecastle.
And with that, Yasin goes to carry a heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars.
You pick a heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars up and carry it against you with your right hand.
Approaching Etennay Tekra, First Mate, Owais asks, "Time to go fix the sail?" [in Sirdabi with a youthfully-cracking tenor]
Etennay Tekra, First Mate nods at Owais.
Aya shifts to stand at the general area.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha straightens to stand at the general area.
Owais falls in with Etennay Tekra, First Mate.
Kinsa struggles to rise.
Kinsa straightens to stand near the frame of the open tiny canvas blind.
Kinsa visibly struggles to remain conscious.
With a grunt, Yasin holds a heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars to his side, using his own body-weight to balance the oars against him. Approaching the squat cabin door, he uses his other arm to open the door. "Ngh," being the grunt he elicits upon his balancing act. All the awkwardness aside though, it seems that he's mostly used to carrying heavy loads.
Kinsa lets out a pained groan, struggling to her feet.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate glances around, then moves to a splintery hole in the floor in order to bark an order down through.
You open the squat cabin door.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate shouts, "C'MON, CREW! TIME TO HOIST THE SAILS!"
You walk through the squat cabin door, carrying a heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars in an awkward side-carry.
[The Greenest Dolphin, Main Deck, Fore]
You are on [a timeworn naval freighter].
Worn by time but kept in good shape by consistent care, this Kalentoi-style naval freighter has proven itself capable of navigating the calmer fringes of the tumultuous Adelantean Sea. A rectangular mainsail spreads out across a grid of ropes upheld by the mainmast here, while a steep and narrow stairway descends down past a hatch into the hold. To aft, the quarterdeck stands over the captain's cabin, and to the fore is the deck above the forecastle that contains lodgings for both crew and passengers.
A mass of orangey-brown seamoss grows here. (x2)
Ariziya Al-Kazid leans heavily on the railing, pale and clammy. Illi Idir standing beside a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls at the railing, shivering.
You are upon a ship. A deep, impenetrable fog blankets the area. The area is spattered with blood and lightly spattered with vomit.
Cardinal Exits: west to the fore and east to the aft
Other: down to the hold: wooden hatch (open), the forecastle: squat cabin door (open), and out onto open waters (water)
The vessel rocks and creaks beneath you.
Ariziya Al-Kazid delicately wipes at his mouth again, dabbing at his lips. "I will take it," he murmurs to Illi Idir, at last glancing aside to the other young man as he attempts to straighten. "And I hope also that you are correct in that. I feel there is not much more to spill. And how...how vile a thing this is," [in Sirdabi with a lilting, honeyed tenor] he finishes before glancing towards the forecastle.
Forging through the deep fog, a fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes walks through the wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, Maha walks through the wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, Fadila Alheta walks through the squat cabin door.
"Do we want these in the ... main deck, or the forecastle deck?" Yasin asks, to no one in particular.
Forging through the deep fog, Yeshev al-Car walks over from the way west to the fore, using the rail to guide him along.
Forging through the deep fog, Rostam Marzani walks over from the way west to the fore.
Rostam Marzani peers towards east to the aft.
Maha closes the wooden hatch.
Rostam Marzani beams at you.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes peers towards east to the aft.
Yasin grunts, setting a heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars down on the deck.
You place a heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars on the deck.
A shout in a harshly-affected countertenor breaks out from the forecastle. "YOU STAY THERE, BYREN!"
Rostam Marzani turns to look toward the forecastle.
Rostam Marzani peers towards west to the fore.
You begin to watch the direction of the forecastle.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes bundles herself more tightly into her cloak as she peers watchfully up and down the deck.
Yeshev al-Car scans towards the open squat cabin door.
To Rostam Marzani, Yasin says, taking a breath, "We may need to think ... about how best to ... " He then seems distracted by the shouting, and he quiets.
Rostam Marzani peers towards the open squat cabin door.
A shout in a harshly-affected countertenor breaks out from the forecastle. "C'MON, MORGH!"
As everyone else's attention is drawn to the forecastle, Yeshev al-Car takes the opportunity to slip open the wooden hatch.
Yeshev al-Car opens the wooden hatch.
The ship calmly moves over glimmering waters.
Yeshev al-Car scans towards the open wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, Yeshev al-Car walks away through the wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, Kinsa walks through the squat cabin door.
Musingly, Rostam Marzani says, "Were you going to say, 'how do we keep them on the rails?' I had a thought about that, Yasin, subject to your approval."
Illi Idir gives Ariziya Al-Kazid a look of sympathy, though he will say simple, "Empty? This can be good. Today, maybe, you will be full of good things." He looks over the crowd, searchingly.
Perhaps having a moment of consideration, Yasin fumbles out a a lumpy chainmail tunic from a heavy, soot-stained leather apron, and puts it on.
You get out a lumpy chainmail tunic from a heavy, soot-stained leather apron in your possession.
You put on a lumpy chainmail tunic, covering a form-fitting buff homespun kaftan and a neat mahogany brushed suede thawb.
Maha creeps out of the hatch, peering over the deck curiously. She nudges the thing closed behind her, letting it fall shut behind her with more noise than intended. And then it's opened again, and she's stepping out of the way.
Having done this, Yasin then looks to Rostam Marzani, his tone apprehensive and yet hopeful. "Yes, Sayyid. Exactly that question. Please, I'd take your suggestion."
Kinsa goes to lean on the railing, joining Ariziya Al-Kazid and Illi Idir.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes frowns critically down at the hatch for a moment, then shifts her gaze around the gathering crowd.
The ship glides across smooth waters.
Kinsa leans heavily against the railing, keeping weight on one leg.
Thoughtfully, still watching through the open door, Rostam Marzani says, "What if we use that length of chain? We break one of the lengths, so we have two, and wrap each one around the railing. Slip the oar through it."
Rostam Marzani begins to watch the direction of the forecastle.
A heavy cloak of fog wraps the world, muffling the ordinary noises of the day.
Yasin nods to Rostam Marzani. "Yes, we can do that. I can probably ... -probably- ... snap the chain with my pick-axe."
Still leaning heavily on the railing, Ariziya Al-Kazid nods quietly to Marwa Baz Taa'ha though there is something distracted in his expression. "I suppose we will find out," he says with a very faint and weary smile to the other young man.
Forging through the deep fog, Etennay Tekra, First Mate walks through the squat cabin door.
Forging through the deep fog, Owais walks through the squat cabin door.
Forging through the deep fog, a gangling, black-haired sailor walks through the squat cabin door.
Forging through the deep fog, Morgh walks through the squat cabin door.
Ariziya Al-Kazid said that to Illi Idir though.
You say, "There are three oars, though. So we will need to snap it in ... multiple places."
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes goes to stand near the frame of the open wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, Aya walks through the squat cabin door, wielding a dashingly curved scimitar in her right hand.
Aya sniffs the air and looks skyward...
Eerie mist hazes around the hull as the ship flows gently across tranquil waters.
Maha goes to stand near the frame of the open wooden hatch, joining a fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes.
You say to Rostam Marzani, "I'll ... go get the chain, Sayyid. It is a good idea."
Rostam Marzani nods and says, "If not, we could do something a bit messier. We tension the chain-link apart by twisting it until one snaps."
Forging through the deep fog, Iken walks through the squat cabin door, wielding a leather-hilted greatsword in his right hand.
Forging through the deep fog, you walk through the squat cabin door.
Firouzeh walks away through the squat cabin door.
[The Greenest Dolphin, Forecastle]
You are on [a timeworn naval freighter].
This is the interior of the ship below the forecastle deck, where crew and passengers may quarter. The ceiling is rather low and the space cramped. While the wood that makes up the surroundings is old and battered and retains a perpetual particular smell, it looks well-cared for, swabbed with oil and patched between the planks with pitch. Several hammocks are hung from the ceiling on sliding hooks set over sturdy rungs, allowing them to be opened or closed and pushed to the side.
(The cramped forecastle is crowded with huddled bodies, many sporting injuries and bandages. There's a hole cracked through the floor.)
A great many things clutter the area here.
a tall and swarthy sea-weathered man, Sitra Tahan, Sakina, and Inaya sleep here.
Also here is Marwa Baz Taa'ha. Halima Tifour is sitting here, holding a medium sheet of paper in her right hand.
Cardinal Exits: the southern Port Cabin: squat cabin door (closed), the northern Starboard Cabin: squat cabin door (closed), and towards the dingy west end of the forecastle
Other: out: squat cabin door (open) and a splintery hole in the floor (steep)
You pick up a length of heavy chain from the floor.
You walk through the squat cabin door.
(At the railing): Ariziya Al-Kazid shifts closer to Illi Idir.
[The Greenest Dolphin, Main Deck, Fore]
You are on [a timeworn naval freighter].
Worn by time but kept in good shape by consistent care, this Kalentoi-style naval freighter has proven itself capable of navigating the calmer fringes of the tumultuous Adelantean Sea. A rectangular mainsail spreads out across a grid of ropes upheld by the mainmast here, while a steep and narrow stairway descends down past a hatch into the hold. To aft, the quarterdeck stands over the captain's cabin, and to the fore is the deck above the forecastle that contains lodgings for both crew and passengers.
A heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars is here. A mass of orangey-brown seamoss grows here. (x2)
Ariziya Al-Kazid leans heavily on the railing, pale and clammy. Illi Idir standing beside a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls at the railing, shivering. A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes is standing near the way down to the hold. Maha is standing near the way down to the hold. Fadila Alheta is here. Rostam Marzani is here, holding a purple pickled egg in his right hand. Kinsa is leaning near the railing, holding a small, polished prayer stone in her right hand. Etennay Tekra, First Mate is here. Owais is here. A gangling, black-haired sailor is here, holding a large patchwork of sailcloth and scraps in his right hand. Morgh is here. Aya is standing here, wielding a dashingly curved scimitar in her right hand. Iken is here, wielding a leather-hilted greatsword in his right hand. Firouzeh leaning her weight heavily onto her cane, holding a stack of 11 simple crossbow bolts and a heavy oaken crossbow in her right hand.
You are upon a ship. A deep, impenetrable fog blankets the area. The area is spattered with blood and lightly spattered with vomit.
Cardinal Exits: west to the fore and east to the aft
Other: down to the hold: wooden hatch (open), the forecastle: squat cabin door (open), and out onto open waters (water)
The vessel rocks and creaks beneath you.
Firouzeh goes to stand near the railing, joining a small crowd.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate looks up towards the broken mainmast, then at a gangling, black-haired sailor, as if contemplating something.
Fadila Alheta goes to stand near the railing, joining a small crowd.
Rostam Marzani follows Etennay Tekra, First Mate's gaze up the mainmast.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes keeps herself at least a little apart from the rest of the people assembled on the deck -- save for Maha -- by positioning herself to one side of the hold. She gives the other woman a small nod and somewhat bemused nod.
Glancing glumly to follow Etennay Tekra, First Mate's glances, a gangling, black-haired sailor asks, "Where should we put it, boss?" [in Sirdabi with a stiff baritone]
Iken stands near the forecastle, sword resting on one armored shoulder as he watches over the proceedings on the deck. Mostly though, the armored brute's head turns to watch the mists that envelop the Greenest Dolphin.
Yasin returns, carrying a length of heavy chain. To Rostam Marzani, he states, "I think this can work, Sayyid. Uh ... the tension idea is sound. We can have someone hold it tense, and then ... snap it, by force."
Illi Idir continues to shiver at the railing beside Ariziya Al-Kazid, more just an observer than a helper for now.
The mist surrounds the ship as it moves across serene waves.
Rostam Marzani nods to you thoughtfully and says, "If your pickaxe doesn't work, that is. But let's worry about the sail for now." That said, he turns his attention to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, expectant.
Still standing close to Illi Idir, Ariziya Al-Kazid twists awkwardly to look over at Etennay Tekra, First Mate. His expression hardens and then his eyes seek out Morgh and stay there, hard-edged.
"Could put it towards the jib," Etennay Tekra, First Mate considers. "Could help with turnin' outta these currents..." There's another contemplative look towards the damage. "Mizzen might help, then we switch 'em..."
Yasin nods to Rostam Marzani, gently placing the chain on the deck, and he observes Etennay Tekra, First Mate and the crew.
You place a length of heavy chain on the deck.
Firouzeh idles near the railing, crossbow hanging loosely where her cane is normally held as she observes the work.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate seems to be discussing the matter of the sail with a gangling, black-haired sailor, and where to put it.
Aya goes to stand near the railing, joining a small crowd.
Aya begins to watch the general direction of outward.
Eerie mist hazes around the hull as the ship drifts on gently.
Aya scans towards out onto open waters.
Abruptly glancing towards the passengers, Etennay Tekra, First Mate asks, "Anyone got an opinion?"
Rostam Marzani is standing toward the middle of the deck. (Room Pose Set)
Speaking up, Rostam Marzani says to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, "I liked your thought about using it as a jib. We can use the oars to help us turn more into the wind whenever we need."
Yasin gives an almost 'who, me?' look to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, before immediately looking to the others. He seems relieved as Rostam Marzani speaks up.
Eerie mist hazes around the hull as the ship continues across softly lapping waves.
Forging through the deep fog, Captain Paldeo walks through the squat cabin door.
Thoughtfully, Rostam Marzani says, "Alternatively, First Mate, I remember you telling me about the fore-and-aft rigs. We could run it from the mast straight back, toward the quarterdeck, and use another line to tug it in whatever direction we want."
Ariziya Al-Kazid glances to Illi Idir searchingly, letting out a faint sigh that might confirm his opinion on the matter. He reaches for the other young man's arm again, attempting to lean on him instead of the railing.
Captain Paldeo glances about with a squint, making his way out onto the deck with the rest of the crew.
Aya purses her lips as she draws her attention from the water back to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, "Ah, yeah, the jib might be the best, whatever can get us going and under control the quickest maybe." [in Sirdabi with a smooth soprano]
Illi Idir standing beside and supporting a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls at the railing, shivering. (Room Pose Set)
Ariziya Al-Kazid leans against a coppery, lithe young man, pale and queasy. (Room Pose Set)
Yasin seems content to watch Rostam Marzani and Etennay Tekra, First Mate discuss the matter, and observes in silence.
Owais swallows, eyes wide while looking around at the fog, and then says to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, "Tekra..." There's a headshake, and a worried mutter.
There is a glance from the large, armored Tessouare towards Ariziya Al-Kazid resting against the rail, but otherwise Iken's gaze falls flatly towards Etennay Tekra, First Mate.
(Quietly): Owais shifts closer to Etennay Tekra, First Mate.
The ship beneath you drifts on gently.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate seems to be contemplating for a moment, but then looks to Owais and gives a grim nod. There's a gesture towards the oars carried by you. "You two go about setting those up," orders the first mate, looking towards the fore. "We'll put this up as a big jib. Gotta escape the currents."
Yasin nods firmly in response to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, as if he reported to them. He looks to Rostam Marzani, then. "Chain?" is the question asked, a single word. "Might need two people to hold it, then ... me to bash it?"
Deep fog wraps the surroundings in a misty, impenetrable veil.
The crash of a wave sends a spray of water over the ship's edge while it glides across smooth waters.
Owais sniffs the air and looks skyward...
Forging through the deep fog, Marwa Baz Taa'ha walks through the squat cabin door, wielding a bronze-handled jambiya in her right hand.
Rostam Marzani goes to stand near you, nodding and holding out his hand. "I'll grab one end." He looks around. "Someone want to help us? We just need a hand holding one of the ends of the chain safe."
You pick up a length of heavy chain from the deck.
You offer a length of heavy chain to Rostam Marzani.
Rostam Marzani accepts a length of heavy chain from you.
Owais blinks in alarm. "We got less than half a glass!" he calls, anxiously. "The wind's gonna turn again!"
(At the railing): Firouzeh pulls her lips in from all directions, eyes flicking briefly to Captain Paldeo, Etennay Tekra, First Mate, and then landing on Owais.
Grimly, Etennay Tekra, First Mate says, "Let's hurry."
Captain Paldeo closes the squat cabin door.
Rostam Marzani grabs the end of the chain and walks. "No time to waste," he calls. "I need someone to grab the other end of this chain, so Yasin can bash it. We'll get the oars set up double-time."
The crash of a wave sends a spray of water over the ship's edge while it floats smoothly upon calm waves.
Quietly, Captain Paldeo says, "Aye. And batten th'hatches." [in Ruvic with a syrupy bass]
"Quickly. Let's go." Yasin nods in agreement, taking his pickaxe.
You get out a heavy iron pickaxe from a tough zharalhide mizuda in your possession.
Aya sniffs the air and looks skyward...
Captain Paldeo nods appreciatively to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, moving about the deck and surveying various hatches.
Captain Paldeo closes the wooden hatch.
Iken doesn't even attempt to assist, hidden gaze continued to be focused on the mist.
Ariziya Al-Kazid straightens ever so slightly, looking to Owais and then aside at Illi Idir after a flitted look up to the sky.
Captain Paldeo draws a leather-hilted broadsword from a scrap-leather baldric.
Captain Paldeo rests a leather-hilted broadsword over a shoulder, appraising the surrounding fog.
You say, "Rostam, I have perhaps an easier idea. You hold it, I'll stand on it in the middle, and pry the tension free using the pick-axe. I'm ... heavy enough, I think it will work. Maybe."
Rostam Marzani nods crisply to you, sending a reproachful look around the crowd. "Alright. Let's do it," he agrees.
Illi Idir tells Ariziya Al-Kazid, quietly: "Let us--assist Rostam and Yasin with the chain?" "No? Do you need a hand securing it?" he asks of you, with another shiver.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate beckons to a gangling, black-haired sailor and the rest of the crew with the patchwork sail, starting up towards the fore.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate briefly opens squat cabin door, just long enough to move through.
Forging through the deep fog, Etennay Tekra, First Mate walks away through the squat cabin door.
Owais briefly opens squat cabin door, just long enough to move through.
Forging through the deep fog, Owais walks away through the squat cabin door.
A gangling, black-haired sailor briefly opens squat cabin door, just long enough to move through.
Forging through the deep fog, a gangling, black-haired sailor walks away through the squat cabin door.
Morgh briefly opens squat cabin door, just long enough to move through.
Forging through the deep fog, Morgh walks away through the squat cabin door.
Yasin positions himself on top of a portion of the chain, nodding to Rostam Marzani. He positions the pick-axe tip so that it hooks into one of the links, and uses his own weight to stand firmly on it. "Ready? It might snap. Be prepared."
Forging through the deep fog, Etennay Tekra, First Mate walks through the squat cabin door.
Forging through the deep fog, Owais walks through the squat cabin door.
Forging through the deep fog, a gangling, black-haired sailor walks through the squat cabin door.
Forging through the deep fog, Morgh walks through the squat cabin door.
Forging through the deep fog, Etennay Tekra, First Mate walks west to the fore.
Forging through the deep fog, Owais walks west to the fore.
Forging through the deep fog, a gangling, black-haired sailor walks west to the fore.
Forging through the deep fog, Morgh walks west to the fore.
Rostam Marzani pulls a length of heavy chain as taut as he can, turning his head away in case it comes flying.
Forging through the deep fog, Aya walks west to the fore, wielding a dashingly curved scimitar in her right hand.
Rostam Marzani peers towards west to the fore.
Apparently in no shape to argue, Ariziya Al-Kazid only nods vaguely to Illi Idir, still leaning against him as he limps a step forwards, not looking like he'll be much help at anything.
Rostam Marzani begins to watch the general direction of westward.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha peers towards west to the fore.
Ariziya Al-Kazid falls in with Illi Idir.
And with that gesture, Yasin does everything he can to pry apart the a length of heavy chain link, relying purely on his strength, and the tension.
"It seems not," Illi Idir decides, just standing at wait, continuing to shiver and support Ariziya Al-Kazid instead.
Out of Character: You rolled strength and the result was a 54.
The mist surrounds the ship as it drifts on gently.
Firouzeh opens the squat cabin door.
"Perhaps they have it," Ariziya Al-Kazid murmurs back to Illi Idir, not appearing at all disappointed.
Forging through the deep fog, Firouzeh walks away through the squat cabin door.
The squat cabin door closes.
Rostam Marzani peeks over his shoulder at you.
Yasin gives the motion a very tense focus, and lets out an enormous exhale as he pries -UP- with the pickaxe. With a resounding - and somewhat frightening - SNAP, the chain seems to break. He grins in satisfaction, looking up at Rostam Marzani.
Deep fog wraps the surroundings in a misty, impenetrable veil.
Rostam Marzani stumbles a few steps, flailing, and nearly falls into Illi Idir and Ariziya Al-Kazid. "Well done!"
Eerie mist hazes around the hull as the ship drifts on peacefully.
Illi Idir starts, a half-step back from Rostam Marzani, though any collision is already averted.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes flinches at the loud snap of the chain, but otherwise continues to simply watch the proceedings with a distracted air while she speaks with Maha beside the hold.
Yasin blinks with concern toward Rostam Marzani, but then nods gratefully. "Uh. Again, twice more, for two oars? Or just get one working for now, do more later?"
Kinsa brings her hands together in a cheery applause for you, letting out a chuckle.
Rostam Marzani says to Illi Idir, "If you and Ariziya want to help, you can start tying this section of chain to the railing. We're going to use it to secure the oars."
Rostam Marzani says to you, "Just once more, no? That'd give us 3 lengths."
"Right, right." Yasin shakes his head. "Sorry. Nervous. Once more. Can you hold it again? And they can start setting up the others."
Fog floats past as the ship tranquilly glides on.
Yasin resumes his position on the remaining length of chain, and looks to Rostam Marzani for a signal.
Rostam Marzani sets the short length of chain on deck near Illi Idir and Ariziya Al-Kazid. "Just a sort of cross-pattern, so we can slip the oar through it," he explains, before moving to grab the end of the longer stretch of chain again.
Ariziya Al-Kazid's eyes widen in alarm at Rostam Marzani and he clings to Illi Idir. He allows himself to be turned back towards the railing to lean against it, teeth chattering slightly together though is likely more hindrance than help.
The Tessouare's idle hand begins to rap... tap.. tap... tap tap against his armored thigh, his other remaining a firm grip of his shouldered greatsword as Iken briefly looks over to watch the organized chaos on the main deck.
Yasin waits for Rostam Marzani to look like he's ready for the force of the motion, and then digs his pick-axe in link again, taking a deep breath before prying up...
Out of Character: You rolled strength and the result was a 56.
Rostam Marzani turns away from the chain once again, bracing himself a little more securely this time as he hauls it tight.
And with another satisfying - if frightening - SNAP of sound and motion, another link is broken, the chain cracking. Yasin stands away from the now-broken chain. "Right," Yasin breathes out. "Three lengths. Let's ... get to work."
A shout in a harshly-affected countertenor breaks out from the way out onto open waters. "LESS'N HALF A GLASS OF TIME LEFT!"
The mist surrounds the ship as it moves across serene waves.
You feel tired.
There is a slight soreness from your wounds but it seems to be healing.
Rostam Marzani nods to you and grabs one of the three lengths of heavy chain. Moving quickly, he strides to the leeward rail and begins lashing the chain around it in a simple clove-hitch knot. The links make it awkward, but he perseveres.
Grunting, Yasin rushes over to Rostam Marzani with one length of chain, moving to help him secure it to the railing as best he can. "Can someone grab the third length, and set it up? Just affix it to the railing." He mouths out, half as much words as it is breath.
Captain Paldeo shouts, "YOU HEARD THE MATE! TWENTY MINUTES!"
Echoing you, Rostam Marzani says, "Someone tie the third length to the railing! Please! We can get the oars secure in time!"
Marwa Baz Taa'ha flinches at the sound of the chain breaking a second time, again at the shout of the time, then sets herself into motion. She moves toward a last length of chain. "I will take it. Can someone assist?" she asks loudly.
Captain Paldeo paces back and forth on the deck, holding a leather-hilted broadsword over his shoulder still and watching the fog with a wary eye. He reaches up to adjust a jaunty sharkskin captain's hat.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha sheathes a bronze-handled jambiya in a curved embroidered-leather sheath.
Fog floats past as the ship drifts on peacefully.
Yasin looks to Marwa Baz Taa'ha with -truly- grateful honey-brown eyes, and nods. "Get started, tying it like this. Then I'll come and help you, moment we're done with this one."
Rostam Marzani picks up a heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars from the deck.
Rostam Marzani drops a heavy set of makeshift ashwood sweep oars on the deck, keeping one oar in his hands.
There is more than a heavy hiss of breath from the helm of the Tessoare, as he sheaths his large greatsword. Iken moves over to join Marwa Baz Taa'ha, taking hold of the last ling of chain.
Iken sheathes a leather-hilted greatsword in a dark leather weapon harness.
Yasin fiddles with the chain and assists Rostam Marzani securing the oar to it. He mostly follows the Irzali's guidance.
Rostam Marzani lays one of the oars atop the length of chain and nods to you. "Another clove-hitch to hold it in place," he instructs.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha tucks her blade back in its sheath and hauls the chain over to the opposite railing, though not before she offers a nod and curt smile to you. One end of the chain is flung over with some effort as she gets to work.
The ship's deck sways as it hits a wave.
"Clove-hitch. Right." Yasin says firmly. He follows the instructions, tying the oar to the chain in the aforementioned pattern.
The Razmani's hands are -not- particularly graceful at this moment, but he manages to secure it nevertheless. Yasin looks to Rostam Marzani. "Good enough?"
Rostam Marzani tentatively lets the first of the three oars go, waiting to see if it slips. It shifts a bit, the paddle-end grazing the water. He grins at you.
Iken struggles with the chains, pulling them firmly alongside Marwa Baz Taa'ha. There are continued yet occasional hisses of breath from the Tessouare, the sound barely escaping from his helm until the matter is settled.
Yasin grins back at Rostam Marzani.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha looks over to Iken as he comes to the rescue (because that is definitely what it is), and she murmurs gratefully, "Thank you, sayyid."
Rostam Marzani says to you, "Works for me. Let's get the other two tied down."
Yasin replies, "Iken and Marwa have that one. Let's do this." And he gestures to the one somewhat unattended, lifting up the oar.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha certainly doesn't seem accustomed to this sort of work. She would have been slow, and the motions hesitant, and looking frequently both over her shoulder and to Iken for cues as the chain is lashed into place. "Will that hold?" she wonders aloud to Iken.
Ariziya Al-Kazid lets out another faint groan as the ship dips after cresting a wave, still clinging to Illi Idir and really being anything but useful.
The ship's deck sways as it hits a wave.
Yasin lifts up a single oar, and gestures to Rostam Marzani to take the chain. He begins repeating their motions from moments ago, barely speaking.
Illi Idir is perhaps of some use; he's supporting Ariziya Al-Kazid. But little else for the moment. Just shivering and standing.
A length of heavy chain is snapped into three lengths, used to secure the oars in place. (Room Pose Arranged)
You put a heavy iron pickaxe in a black leather scribing case.
A heavy cloak of fog wraps the world, muffling the ordinary noises of the day.
There is a brief snort of annoyance from the Tessouare as Iken says to Marwa Baz Taa'ha, "Best." Then he is glancing back away from the deck to look out towards the mists.
Rostam Marzani grabs another oar and goes to Marwa Baz Taa'ha and iken, offering it over. "Can you two tie it down with the rest of the chain?"
Yasin stares at the chain and oar configuration with intense focus. "First the looping..." He says, quietly. "Then the clove-hitch...." He's talking to himself, clearly, with occasional glances up at Rostam Marzani for advice.
The ship flows gently across tranquil waters.
Rostam Marzani calls over to you. "Make a few Xs to loop it on, then use the rest to tie the hitch. Tight, tight."
A shout in a harshly-affected countertenor breaks out from the way out onto open waters. "CUT IT TO STARBOARD!"
Marwa Baz Taa'ha sways as the ship hits a wave, and she grabs hastily onto the railing as the movement passes. She looks to Rostam Marzani. She nods. "Yes. Here." She holds her arms out to receive at least one end of the oar, looking to Iken.
"Xs, right. Right." Yasin replies back, without looking up. He goes to adjust the loop configuration, before going back to tighten.
The mist surrounds the ship as it tranquilly glides on.
Rostam Marzani tries to help Marwa Baz Taa'ha hold the oar. "You've got this," he encourages. "You two just tie it down, low enough so the paddle-end touches the water."
Eventually, it looks settled enough to the Razmani, and Yasin looks up to Rostam Marzani. "I'm going to let this one drop, Sayyid. Want to ah ... verify?" he asks, a nervous sort of tension filling his speech.
A shout in a harshly-affected countertenor breaks out from the way out onto open waters. "YER SLACKIN', MORGH!"
Ariziya Al-Kazid nods ever so slightly to Illi Idir, a wry smile touching his lips for a second. "Perhaps that will be enough," he remarks, tone rather dry.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha nods to Rostam Marzani graatefully. She then asks Iken, shifting tongues, "Ere ce e me? I renmetg do taw artas. Ate inent izin rnes." [in Tessouare]
Mostly to himself, you say, "Should hold firm..."
Showing a bit of nerves, Rostam Marzani sounds a little harsher than he perhaps intends. "No time!" he responds to you. "If it falls free, we've still got two."
Fadila Alheta arrives.
Rostam Marzani peers towards west to the fore.
A shout in a harshly-affected countertenor breaks out from the way out onto open waters. "GET DOWN!"
Fadila Alheta looks around curiously, pering each way.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha peers towards west to the fore.
The ship calmly moves over glimmering waters.
Iken grabs hold of the oar, barely noticing Marwa Baz Taa'ha attempting to hold some of the weight as the Tessouare simply hisses under the strain and attempts to maneuver it in place to be secured. There is a brief turn of his head to stare down at Marwa Baz Taa'ha through his visor, but no words are spoken.
Yasin nods, as if that harsh tone was all the encouragement he needed. He lets the oar drop, keeping his arm there in case the tie doesn't hold. And ... it does hold. The oar grazes the water gently, and he turns back, grinning.
Sounds carry oddly through the dense mass of fog, a disorienting effect heightened by the difficulty of making out anything beyond your immediate surroundings.
Rostam Marzani moves to slap you on the shoulder enthusiastically, then turns to watch the fog.
Forging through the deep fog, Morgh runs over from the way west to the fore.
Morgh opens the wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, Morgh runs away through the wooden hatch.
The wooden hatch closes.
"Alright." Yasin replies, through the impenetrable fog. "Now we just need to ... actually use the damn things." There's an uncharacteristically nervous set of breaths from the Razmani. He eyes Morgh curiously as he runs into the hatch. "Uh."
The ship beneath you glides across smooth waters.
Forging through the deep fog, Etennay Tekra, First Mate walks over from the way west to the fore.
Forging through the deep fog, Owais walks over from the way west to the fore.
Forging through the deep fog, a gangling, black-haired sailor walks over from the way west to the fore.
Exhaling, Rostam Marzani says, "No time for now, my friend. We'll have to give them a try when the wind shifts again. I think we've only got a few minutes."
Forging through the deep fog, Aya walks over from the way west to the fore.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha looks up briefly at the shout, but she huddles one end of the oar tightly and hastens her movements. She only looks up from the work - clumsy and hesitant - before she meets Iken's eyes. She smiles briefly, but that is interrupted by a fleeing sailor, and the moment is broken. "Santew--" she says again in Sirdabi.
Aya sniffs the air and looks skyward...
Descending the stairs and walking over to asses the work on the oars, Etennay Tekra, First Mate says, "Jib's fixed. How long now?"
Owais sniffs the air and looks skyward...
Rostam Marzani says to Etennay Tekra, First Mate, "We're tying down the last one now."
Aya says, "We're runnin' low on time, gotta hurry!"
Yasin nods in agreement to Rostam Marzani, gesturing to Marwa Baz Taa'ha and Iken.
Rostam Marzani nods over to where Iken and Marwa Baz Taa'ha work.
After a long, wary look at the sky, Owais says, "Bout ten..."
Owais nods at Aya.
Ariziya Al-Kazid glances towards the hatch, then back to Illi Idir as he takes a small, limping step forwards. His eyes find Owais, lingering there anxiously.
Eerie mist hazes around the hull as the ship continues across softly lapping waves.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha hastily passes the chain over the oar, working presumably in tandem with Iken.
Iken watches Marwa Baz Taa'ha finish her work, a brief grunt of what may actually be satisfaction at work well done briefly echoing from the brute's helm, and then he is immediately turning back to look over the deck again before his gaze swings towards the mist.
Briskly, Rostam Marzani says, "Alright. I think that's the last of it."
Yasin offers a firm, but nervous, nod toward Etennay Tekra, First Mate.
Fadila Alheta stands quietly watching the work going on around her.
"Why does it matter when the wind shifts?" Maha speaks up from where she'd been chattering with a fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes, boldly asking regardless of the fact that everyone else is clearly busy.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha straightens up only when she lifts her hand off the oar and sees the end trailing in the water below, and not slipping away. "God is merciful," [in Sirdabi] she murmurs under her breath.
Calling over in explanation, Rostam Marzani says to Maha, "The monsters come in the mist."
Etennay Tekra, First Mate picks up a heavy makeshift ashwood oar from the deck.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate tests one of the chain-lashed oars, grunting with the effort.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate drops a heavy makeshift ashwood oar on the deck.
Iken draws a leather-hilted greatsword from a dark leather weapon harness.
Yasin flashes a quick smile to Marwa Baz Taa'ha and Iken, before returning his attention to the rest of the situation.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate picks up a heavy makeshift ashwood oar from the deck.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate drops a heavy makeshift ashwood oar on the deck, after testing another.
Rostam Marzani watches Etennay Tekra, First Mate work, frowning in curiosity.
Fog floats past as the ship tranquilly glides on.
Illi Idir follows after Ariziya Al-Kazid, supporting, for now, watching over the work and shivering.
Chilly fog fills the air in a pale wet mass, nearly impenetrable to the sight.
Maha nods in appreciation towards Rostam Marzani, seemingly unbothered by this news.
Ariziya Al-Kazid goes to stand near the closed squat cabin door.
Rostam Marzani rests a hand to the hilt of his saber, drawing it out as he looks around.
Rostam Marzani draws a steel-bladed saber with a knobbed bronze hilt from a long, unadorned leather scabbard with a brass mouth.
Illi Idir goes to stand near the closed squat cabin door, joining Ariziya Al-Kazid.
Ariziya Al-Kazid limps on over towards the cabin door, still watching, still leaning on Illi Idir as his eyes roam sluggishly over the mist.
Iken opens the squat cabin door.
Forging through the deep fog, Iken walks away through the squat cabin door, wielding a leather-hilted greatsword in his right hand.
The squat cabin door closes.
Calling over to Illi Idir, Rostam Marzani says, "Sayyid Idir? Catch."
Rostam Marzani pulls back an arm and prepares to toss a purple pickled egg to Illi Idir.
The ship beneath you tranquilly glides on.
Owais sniffs the air and looks skyward...
Yasin watches others draw steel, and he reluctantly takes a dashingly curved scimitar from a black leather scribing case. What a terrible sheath.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha looks to you with a firm, quietly pleased nod. She watches Etennay Tekra, First Mate work, and then takes a moment to unsheath her blade once more.
You get out a dashingly curved scimitar from a black leather scribing case in your possession.
Owais is tense. "Five minutes!" he hisses towards Etennay Tekra, First Mate.
Illi Idir ignores Rostam Marzani's toss, and so a purple pickled egg bonks off him and falls nearby.
Etennay Tekra, First Mate nods to Owais, having tested the last oar. "Good work, crew," barks the first mate, roughly. "Back inside!"
Kinsa rolls her shoulders a little, peering over the side of the railing towards the sea.
Kinsa peers towards the railing.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha gets out a bronze-handled jambiya from a curved embroidered-leather sheath in her possession.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha shifts her grip and brandishes a bronze-handled jambiya in her fist.
Ariziya Al-Kazid opens the squat cabin door.
Captain Paldeo surveys, and offers a nod. "Good work," says he, the captain echoing the first mate. "Batten the hatches."
Rostam Marzani nods, raising his voice in echo of Etennay Tekra, First Mate. "Inside! Let's go!"
"Come, Illi," Ariziya Al-Kazid murmurs, starting to limp on through the door.
Captain Paldeo opens the wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, Etennay Tekra, First Mate walks away through the wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, Owais walks away through the wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, a gangling, black-haired sailor walks away through the wooden hatch.
The ship calmly moves over glimmering waters, cloaked in an ominous haze of fog.
Forging through the deep fog, Aya walks away through the wooden hatch.
Forging through the deep fog, Ariziya Al-Kazid limps away through the squat cabin door, slowly.
Forging through the deep fog, Illi Idir walks away through the squat cabin door.
Yasin nods, preparing to follow suit and enter the cabin. He waits a moment, looking to the others on deck, before disappearing in the squat cabin door.
Marwa Baz Taa'ha nods at Rostam Marzani's shout and begins to move with the crowd, peering over her shoulder at the deck.
Forging through the deep fog, you walk through the squat cabin door.