Editor's note: the usual caveats apply. This long is whole and complete except for the fact that my character's thinks/feels have been stripped (all but one!). Most OOC things are stripped as well, though I've left some in for funsies (and some no doubt unintentionally). <3
[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 makeshift ashwood oar has been lashed with a broken length of chain, and fastened at the railing. (x3) A length of heavy chain has been broken harshly into shorter lengths, used to lash oars to the railing. A stack of 2 coils of heavy-duty hemp rope is here.
Also here are a dusky olive-skinned damsel and a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes. A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is sitting beside the railing, holding a grimy wooden mug in her right hand. A gangling, black-haired sailor is standing near the railing. A hunched, elder woman is standing at the railing, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin is standing near the railing. A stout, square-faced woman is standing on the way east to the fore. An explosive, impish woman is standing at the way east to the fore. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is standing near the railing. A lean, ink-eyed woman is standing near the railing, holding an assortment of small items in her right hand. A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is leaning near the railing. A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is standing at the railing.
You are upon a ship. Fluffy clouds spot the bright blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east to the fore and west to the aft
Other: down to the hold: wooden hatch (open), the forecastle: squat cabin door (closed), and out onto open waters (water)
The vessel rocks and creaks beneath you.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin runs east to the fore.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man looks up at the sky.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man smells the air.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair nods to a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin, and then looks back to a gangling, black-haired sailor. "Anything else, for non-sailors to do? Anything need moving?" [in Sirdabi with a commanding bass-baritone]
A stout, square-faced woman says, "I'll go tell Iken." [in Sirdabi with a mellow contralto]
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman smells the air.
Moving towards the way west to the aft, a stout, square-faced woman leaves the vicinity of the way east to the fore. (Stand - at the general area -)
A hunched, elder woman says to you, "Storm is coming." [in Sirdabi with a sweet, shaky soprano]
A stout, square-faced woman runs west to the aft.
A hunched, elder woman peers towards east to the fore.
A dusky olive-skinned damsel raises her brows, moving to the railing to hold on, "Again?" [in Sirdabi with a youthful soprano]
A dusky olive-skinned damsel starts towards the railing. (Stand - near the railing -)
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans towards west to the aft.
Inaya passes through again, with a glance that pauses on a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes, then a hunched, elder woman at her words. "'Course it is," [in Sirdabi with a hoarsely broken, half-whispered contralto] she grunts sourly, moving for the aft.
A gangling, black-haired sailor lifts a two-fingered salute to you, opening his mouth to say ... no doubt, what a hunched, elder woman said, because he shuts it again.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans towards east to the fore.
A gangling, black-haired sailor sniffs the air and looks skyward...
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin walks over from the way east to the fore.
Scattered clouds chase each other on the breeze.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes gives you a little smile, before breaking into a chuckle, "We know we can weather worse, now." [in Sirdabi with a sonorous contralto]
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache walks over from the way east to the fore.
"I'll go check that no one is on the forepeak." A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair declares, unprompted.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair steps away from the railing, leaving.
Inaya returns a gangling, black-haired sailor's salute with her own. "Start 'em reefin' the sails, now," she rasps over. "Takin' the wheel."
Nodding, a gangling, black-haired sailor says, "Aye, Captain." [in Sirdabi with a stiff baritone]
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair starts towards the way east to the fore. (Stand - near the way east to the fore -)
A gangling, black-haired sailor shouts, "REEF THE SAILS!"
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache comes in from the fore. He squints over at a gangling, black-haired sailor and you, eavesdropping openly.
predict weather
Looking aft, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says to you, "Shall I help at the helm? I'm useless in the rigging." [in Sirdabi with a low-toned baritone]
OOC (Dice): acuity + sailing - 95
You sniff the air and look skyward...
OOC: This action takes 12 seconds.
The ship floats peacefully onward.
An explosive, impish woman stands to her feet, weighing the pros and cons of falling asleep in a rope coil during a storm.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair walks east to the fore.
You get the sense that the weather is going to turn squall, in roughly 17 minutes.
A gangling, black-haired sailor paces back and forth, shouting to crew and passengers alike in the rigging, by the railing. (Room Pose Set)
An explosive, impish woman is stood near the rails, loitering with intent. (Room Pose Set)
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache lingers warily. (Room Pose Set)
A hunched, elder woman peers at the squat cabin door with a an annoyed sigh. "Alright, everyone who can't help should get inside," she urges, making her own way in.
Moving towards the frame of the open wooden hatch, an explosive, impish woman leaves the vicinity of the way east to the fore. (Stand - at the general area -)
A lean, ink-eyed woman nods to a hunched, elder woman's words. She gazes outwards at the water for several for moments, then turns.
A lean, ink-eyed woman goes to stand near the closed squat cabin door.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man furrows his brows in worry, but nods in agreement at a hunched, elder woman's suggestion and starts moving towards the squat cabin door.
Jumping off the railing a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman says, "Mayhap I can help at the wheel again." [in Salawi with a lilting soprano]
A hunched, elder woman opens the squat cabin door.
"Storm hits, everybody fuckin' better get below an' get the fuck -down-," Inaya instructs the crowd, with some effort to raise her hoarse voice at least a little, sort of barking it out like a dog with its vocal cords cut. "'Less you can keep your legs. 'f you can keep 'em, help at the wheel."
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man goes to move near the frame of the open squat cabin door, joining a lean, ink-eyed woman.
A stout, square-faced woman runs over from the way west to the aft.
The ship drifts on gently, the scent of the brine thick across the sea.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair walks over from the way west to the aft.
A hunched, elder woman makes some vague gathering gestures, shooing the gathered inwar.
An explosive, impish woman starts towards the frame of the open wooden hatch. (Stand - near the frame of the open wooden hatch -)
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers towards the open wooden hatch.
Moving towards the frame of the open squat cabin door, a hunched, elder woman leaves the vicinity of the railing. (Stand - at the general area -)
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers towards the open squat cabin door.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman straightens to stand near the railing.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead says, "I don't think I can, in a storm. I'll get out of the way." [in Sirdabi with a whiny baritone]
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes rolls her shoulders one after another, telling you, "I can handle a few bumps if you need people at the wheel."
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin nods and trots toward the aft, pausing to call to a hunched, elder woman, "See you on the other side, Grandmother."
"Not you," Inaya grunts to a towering brute with shorn raven hair, apparently continuing something she was saying earlier, pointing at him.
A hunched, elder woman takes stock of a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes.
Moving towards the frame of the open squat cabin door, a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead leaves the vicinity of the railing. (Stand - at the general area -)
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache goes to move near the frame of the open squat cabin door, joining a lean, ink-eyed woman and a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man.
There is a raise of a towering brute with shorn raven hair's eyebrow, as he simply looks at you, and asks, "What." [in Sirdabi with a gravelly, rumbling bass]
An explosive, impish woman walks away through the wooden hatch.
You tell a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes, "You sit your ass on the ground and hold from there, maybe."
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin starts towards the way west to the aft. (Stand - near the way west to the aft -)
A hunched, elder woman lets out an discontent grunt at a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes, nodding along with your command.
A lean, ink-eyed woman walks away through the squat cabin door.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman asks, "Can I help?"
"Don't want you up on deck, storm hits," Inaya grunts to a towering brute with shorn raven hair.
A hunched, elder woman starts towards the frame of the open squat cabin door. (Stand - near the frame of the open squat cabin door -)
Calling out to those staying on deck before he heads inside, a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man says, "Dreamer keep you all safe!" [in Sirdabi with a light, airy tenor]
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man walks away through the squat cabin door.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache peers back from where he hangs about near the squat cabin door, watching the exchanges on the deck.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin walks west to the aft.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes considers your words, before exhaling again, "Suppose I can do that. I'll be weighed down anyway." She raps a knuckle against her cuirass.
The ship beneath you floats smoothly upon calm waves.
A hunched, elder woman walks away through the squat cabin door.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead starts towards the frame of the open squat cabin door. (Stand - near the frame of the open squat cabin door -)
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair walks over from the way east to the fore.
Inaya casts an -incredibly- suspicious, dubious look at a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes's armour. She says nothing.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes simply reminds you with a smirk, "Sand rat."
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers towards west to the aft.
A dangerous cold front tears at the sails, threatening an oncoming winter squall.
"I kept falling last time." A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman mutters before hurrying inside.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair looks around briefly, before announcing, "...Only Vahi was at the forepeak. I informed him to get below deck. Anything else for non-sailors to do, or should we all just get below-deck?"
Muttering as he grabs at the sides of a well-worn, camel-hair-trimmed riding coat of maroon wool to pull them tighter, a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache says, "Bugger the Shadow." [in Irzali]
"Fuck," [in Salawi] Inaya grunts, then looks to a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman. "'f you can't keep your legs, get inside, an' get down," she tells her.
[You are standing.]
[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 makeshift ashwood oar has been lashed with a broken length of chain, and fastened at the railing. (x3) A length of heavy chain has been broken harshly into shorter lengths, used to lash oars to the railing. A stack of 2 coils of heavy-duty hemp rope is here.
Also here is a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes. A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing beside the railing, holding a grimy wooden mug in her right hand. A gangling, black-haired sailor paces back and forth, shouting to crew and passengers alike in the rigging, by the railing. A dusky olive-skinned damsel is standing near the railing. A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is standing at the forecastle. A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache is standing by the forecastle. A stout, square-faced woman is here. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is here. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is here.
You are upon a ship. Fluffy clouds spot the bright blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east to the fore and west 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.
Moving towards the frame of the open wooden hatch, a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman leaves the vicinity of the railing. (Stand - at the general area -)
A dusky olive-skinned damsel shivers, frowning faintly, then heads for the hatch.
Moving towards the frame of the open wooden hatch, a dusky olive-skinned damsel leaves the vicinity of the railing. (Stand - at the general area -)
There seems to be a moment of consideration by the Tessouare, but eventually there is just a brief nod from a towering brute with shorn raven hair, "Hopefully, you have the strength, then." That said, the man moves to find shelter inside.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes starts towards the way west to the aft. (Stand - near the way west to the aft -)
A towering brute with shorn raven hair starts towards the frame of the open squat cabin door. (Stand - near the frame of the open squat cabin door -)
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache walks away through the squat cabin door.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair seems to at least pick up the intent of what you is saying, and nods. "That's what I'll do, then."
A lean, red-haired young man walks over from the way east to the fore.
A gangling, black-haired sailor shouts, "NOW! REEF THE SAILS NOW! COMING IN FAST!"
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead walks away through the squat cabin door.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes runs west to the aft.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman starts towards the frame of the open wooden hatch. (Stand - near the frame of the open wooden hatch -)
A towering brute with shorn raven hair walks away through the squat cabin door.
A lean, red-haired young man starts towards the frame of the open squat cabin door. (Stand - near the frame of the open squat cabin door -)
A limber, way-worn male walks over from the way east to the fore.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair scans towards west to the aft.
A shout in a lilting, honeyed tenor breaks out from the way out onto open waters.
"I HAVE THEM." [in Sirdabi with a lilting, honeyed tenor]
You feel a slight soreness from your wounds but it seems to be healing.
A limber, way-worn male turns away from the prow, walking back and frowning to himself.
Inaya pauses, casting a glance upward with a sudden, perhaps strange little smile. Then she's off aftward, stalking down the deck.
Moving towards the railing, a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman leaves the vicinity of the frame of the open wooden hatch. (Stand - at the general area -)
[You are standing.]
[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 makeshift ashwood oar has been lashed with a broken length of chain, and fastened at the railing. (x3) A length of heavy chain has been broken harshly into shorter lengths, used to lash oars to the railing. A stack of 2 coils of heavy-duty hemp rope is here.
Also here is a dusky olive-skinned damsel. A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing here, holding a grimy wooden mug in her right hand. A gangling, black-haired sailor paces back and forth, shouting to crew and passengers alike in the rigging, by the railing. A stout, square-faced woman is here. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is here. A lean, red-haired young man is standing near the forecastle. A limber, way-worn male is here, holding a wad of 2 stone moss clumps in his right hand.
You are upon a ship. Fluffy clouds spot the bright blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east to the fore and west 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.
A lean, red-haired young man walks away through the squat cabin door.
A dusky olive-skinned damsel starts towards the frame of the open wooden hatch. (Stand - near the frame of the open wooden hatch -)
Inaya starts towards the way west to the aft. (Stand - near the way west to the aft -)
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair starts towards the frame of the open squat cabin door. (Stand - near the frame of the open squat cabin door -)
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman goes to stand near the frame of the open wooden hatch, joining a dusky olive-skinned damsel.
An explosive, impish woman walks through the wooden hatch.
You walk west to the aft.
[The Greenest Dolphin, Main Deck, Aft]
You are on [a timeworn naval freighter].
At the back end of the main deck, the captain's cabin hunkers below the quarterdeck. The battered hardwood of the Greenest Dolphin is evidently kept ship-shape by regular swabbing with oil and tar. Above, the network of ropes that manages the mainsail creaks in any wind.
( Someone has recently taken pains to clean the deck, of both moss and blood spatter.)
A large patchwork of sailcloth and scraps hangs from the spar above, catching the wind. A rough patch of deck is left here. An iron-banded wooden pail is here.
You are upon a ship. Fluffy clouds spot the bright blue sky.
Cardinal Exits: east to the fore and west to the aft
Other: the Captain's Cabin: squat cabin door (closed) and the mainmast (steep)
You peer towards the mainmast...
[The Greenest Dolphin, On a Repaired Mast]
You are on [a timeworn naval freighter].
Near the bottom of the mainmast, activity on the deck is relatively close and crowded as compared to further above where the great sky presses in on the mast and sails. The rigging creaks, tensely strung in its sweeping nets, and while the heavy lengths of thick rope are perfect for gripping as handholds, they can sometimes be slippery from the salty spray, and the roiling motion of the ship on the waves making climbing a precarious and vertigo-inducing activity.
(The mizzenmast has been secured here recently.)
An unfurled canvas sail is unfurled, the spars set at beam-reach against the northern wind.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls is sitting here. A short, sable-haired young man is sitting here.
You are upon a ship. Fluffy clouds spot the bright blue sky.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: down (steep)
The ship flows gently across tranquil waters.
You shout, "AYE, GOOD WORK, CREW."
A stout, square-faced woman walks over from the way east to the fore.
Inaya is looking upward toward the mast above. She glances back to a stout, square-faced woman, eyes narrowing. "You gonna keep your feet?" [in Sirdabi] she asks, hoarse.
The ship beneath you moves across serene waves.
A stout, square-faced woman frowns. "Maybe. I've been learning from Tekra, but I haven't sailed in a storm before. If it becomes a problem, I'll head below deck."
Stormclouds darken the sky, and distant thunder rolls. Cold and harsh, rain begins to pelt the deck.
A stout, square-faced woman glances at a the mainmast.
Inaya just nods to a stout, square-faced woman, either accepting or not having the time to argue it. She moves for the quarterdeck and the wheel.
[You are standing.] (An imposing, ebon-dark woman is here.)
[The Greenest Dolphin, Main Deck, Aft]
You are on [a timeworn naval freighter].
At the back end of the main deck, the captain's cabin hunkers below the quarterdeck. The battered hardwood of the Greenest Dolphin is evidently kept ship-shape by regular swabbing with oil and tar. Above, the network of ropes that manages the mainsail creaks in any wind.
( Someone has recently taken pains to clean the deck, of both moss and blood spatter.)
A large patchwork of sailcloth and scraps hangs from the spar above, catching the wind. A rough patch of deck is left here. An iron-banded wooden pail is here.
A stout, square-faced woman is here.
You are upon a ship. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: east to the fore and west to the aft
Other: the Captain's Cabin: squat cabin door (closed) and the mainmast (steep)
Inaya starts towards the way west to the aft. (Stand - near the way west to the aft -)
A burst of wind creaks the rigging as the ship battles across ferocious waves.
Fighting through the howling storm, you walk up west to the aft.
[The Greenest Dolphin, Quarterdeck]
You are on [a timeworn naval freighter].
The quarterdeck is accessed by short, tight stairs on either side of the door to the captain's cabin. Up here, the large wheel is mounted facing the far front of the ship, with a fine view of the main deck and the forecastle. A battered wooden railing surrounds the dutifully-swabbed planks here, preventing unintended spills from this height above the waves.
( The wheel has been locked into a course towards the northeast.)
A gritty circular holystone is here. A rough patch of deck is left here.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin is manning the helm. A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes is standing near a large spoked ship's wheel.
You are upon a ship. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: down to the main deck eastward
At a short distance toward the way down to the main deck eastward, you see: A stout, square-faced woman scans towards east to the fore.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: Out of Character: a limber, way-worn male rolled will at hard difficulty and the result was a pass.
Dryly, as the rain begins to pour downward, speaking up over the wind, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says, "Let's just hope there's no land out there waiting for us."
At a short distance toward the way down to the main deck eastward, you see: Fighting through the howling storm, a stout, square-faced woman runs away up west to the aft.
Fighting through the howling storm, a stout, square-faced woman runs up from the way down to the main deck eastward.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male closes the wooden hatch.
Inaya just moves for the wheel with a look and a nod to a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin and a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes. "There is," she grunts, scowling. (Move - near a large spoked ship's wheel -)
A stout, square-faced woman hurries in, her arm thrown in front of her face to ward off the rain.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A gangling, black-haired sailor glances towards a limber, way-worn male. "S------ -- ----?!" he shouts, over the wind and rain. "---- s--- ----------'s ---- ----!"
Softly, perhaps lost in the wind, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says, "Hell."
A stout, square-faced woman peers about.
A stout, square-faced woman peers towards the railing.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman starts towards the closed wooden hatch. (Stand - near the closed wooden hatch -)
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male pauses at the threshold of the hatch, and looks over at a gangling, black-haired sailor. The cold rain and wind starts to lash. "--'-- ---- ----s. - ---- ----." [in Sirdabi with a steady, measured baritone]
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At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male approaches the general area.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male picks up a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope from the deck.
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The Greenest Dolphin, | Inaya, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin, a
Quarterdeck | stout, square-faced woman, and a heavyset,
| curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes
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The Greenest Dolphin, | a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman, a dusky
Hold, A Musty Galley | olive-skinned damsel, a lean, ink-eyed woman, and a
| lean, red-haired young man
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The Greenest Dolphin, | a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black
On a Repaired Mast | curls and a short, sable-haired young man
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The Greenest Dolphin, | a hunched, elder woman, a plump, nimble fellow with
Forecastle | a dainty mustache, a towering brute with shorn raven
| hair, a lofty, aquiline-featured man, a burly,
| sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair,
| a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man, and a
| mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead
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The Greenest Dolphin, | a limber, way-worn male and an explosive, impish
Main Deck, Fore | woman
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Last Seen: The |
Greenest Dolphin, | a fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes
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At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male manages to keep his footing on deck.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin manages to keep his footing on deck.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes manages to keep her footing on deck.
OOC (Dice): grace + sailing - 96
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
A stout, square-faced woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
A stout, square-faced woman scans towards down to the main deck eastward.
The ship plunges and heaves through the storm, the scent of the brine thick across the sea.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male manages to keep his footing on deck.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin manages to keep his footing on deck.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes manages to keep her footing on deck.
OOC (Dice): grace + sailing - 106
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
A stout, square-faced woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
Through the wind and rain of the squall, a sudden flash of lightning illuminates a dangerously-rocky cliff looming through the storm-darkness ahead.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman is clinging to the railing, staring with rapt wonder over the sea. (Room Pose Set)
A shout in a stiff baritone can be heard from the way down to the main deck eastward.
"LOOK OUT! ROCK!"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A gangling, black-haired sailor shouts, "---- ---! ----!"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male reaches down, slipping out of his sandals and socks, taking up a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope, starting to look drenched. He takes a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope and starts checking the chained up oars, giving them slight jags to ensure their fastness.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes shakes her head a few times, remarking with surprising calm, "I hate the sea."
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male removes a pair of travel-stained pebbly camel leather sandals, revealing crimson felt socks.
A shout in a soft alto can be distantly made out from the railing.
"LAND! DEAD AHEAD!" [in Sirdabi with a soft alto]
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male puts a pair of travel-stained pebbly camel leather sandals in a heavy woolen knapsack.
A shout in a soft alto breaks out from the railing.
"WE'RE GONNA CRASH!"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male removes crimson felt socks.
A shout in a lilting, honeyed tenor breaks out from the railing.
"CLIFFS! LOOK OUT!"
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin grabs the wheel and tries to steer the ship back out to sea.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male puts crimson felt socks in a heavy woolen knapsack.
"Here she goes," Inaya mutters under her breath. Then, "About!" she barks, with some degree of alarm, starting to turn the wheel rapidly.
A stout, square-faced woman says, "Sh'hm." [in Ruzur]
The ship rocks viciously amidst the gale.
Shouting at her over the wind, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says to you, "Get the sails down?"
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes pushes the wheel whatever direction you directs it, putting to full use the powerful muscles in her arms, teeth gritted.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male scans towards west to the aft.
"Done!" Inaya barks back to a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin, still turning, gaze fastened ahead.
Those dark rocks loom against the stormy horizon, but the tossing waves conceal further small islands of rocks -- and there's just a brief warning glimpse of one such outcropping that rises from the sea right alongside the hull. And then the ship herself is breaking upon them with a wooden crack that reverberates through the vessel.
Turning the wheel rapidly along with you and a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says, "Anch---!"
The vast sky and sea surrounds the ship as it tumbles over waters at the mercy of hard winds.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin is thrown forward into a large spoked ship's wheel.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male pitches into a sprawl!
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin manages to keep his footing on deck.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes pitches into a sprawl!
OOC (Dice): grace + sailing - 93
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
A stout, square-faced woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
A shout in a lilting, honeyed tenor breaks out from the railing.
"LOOK O-"
You shout, "ABOUT! ABOUT! BEAM REACH, STARBOARD!"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male brings his hands in to grip at the railing and ties, as the deck pitches and crashes against the rocks.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman clings to wood for dear life, praying aloud to Nirzali with all she has.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin hauls the wheel toward starboard, grimacing briefly.
A stout, square-faced woman takes stock of a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin.
Under the power of the squall's massive winds, the Greenest Dolphin is like a fallen leaf blown to the rocky edge of a river. It skitters across the swell of a vast wave and the hull groans across another rocky outcropping.
A stout, square-faced woman takes stock of a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes takes a hard fall, grimacing in pain at the sharp impact, but she fights her way back to the wheel, settling down beside it to try and help from a sitting position. (Sit - near a large spoked ship's wheel -)
A stout, square-faced woman says, "Ohmo wbwdu! Akho oqen'. Un'!"
Lightning forks viciously through seething dark clouds, followed by a thunderous clap that resounds through the air.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male slips, the rope sizzling over his outstretched hand - keeping his grip to the rail but abrading all along the inked muscle of his forearm.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin manages to keep his footing on deck.
OOC (Dice): grace + sailing - 132
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
A stout, square-faced woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A limber, way-worn male sits up on the deck.
Roaring out, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says, "She's barely answering the helm!"
"Stay down," Inaya shouts hoarsely to a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes, and shoots a stout, square-faced woman a blank look. She's still pulling to turn the wheel, straining into it.
A shout in a whiny baritone can be heard from the way down to the main deck eastward.
"CLIMB UP!"
Darker shadow covers the deck in the storm for a moment before a giant wave crashes down, sending the ship veritably flying back into the rocks.
That brutal impact leaves the ship sagging deeper into the sea as the wave sweeps her back away from the looming rocks, and a sudden gust of wind blows her in the opposite direction.
The Greenest Dolphin wallows, sinking as the rains hammer her deck.
A shout in a stiff baritone can be distantly made out from the way down to the main deck eastward.
"WE'RE TAKING ON WATER!"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A gangling, black-haired sailor shouts, "--'-- ------ -- -----!"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: Moving towards the way east to the fore, an explosive, impish woman leaves the vicinity of the closed wooden hatch. (Stand - at the general area -)
The ship sallies forth through the tempest.
You shout, "THEN GET FUCKIN' PUMPIN'! SHOVE THE HAMMOCKS IN THE BREACH!"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman starts towards the way east to the fore. (Stand - near the way east to the fore -)
A stout, square-faced woman peers about.
A stout, square-faced woman peers towards the railing.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: Fighting through the howling storm, an explosive, impish woman walks east to the fore.
At far range toward the way east to the fore, you see: Fighting through the howling storm, an explosive, impish woman walks over from the way west to the aft.
Fighting through the howling storm, a stout, square-faced woman runs down to the main deck eastward.
At a short distance toward the way down to the main deck eastward, you see: Fighting through the howling storm, a stout, square-faced woman runs over from up west to the aft.
Roaring out, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says, "Should we get the boats prepared?"
At a short distance toward the way down to the main deck eastward, you see: Fighting through the howling storm, a stout, square-faced woman runs east to the fore.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: Fighting through the howling storm, a stout, square-faced woman runs over from the way west to the aft.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes just watches in awe as the ship is thrown about like a toy boat, awestruck.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A stout, square-faced woman opens the wooden hatch.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A stout, square-faced woman peers towards the open wooden hatch.
The wind twists at the ship, flinging the vessel onto one side as the sea sweeps the wreckage away from those dark rocks. With a great, terrible cracking that can barely be heard beneath the sound of rolling thunder, the splintered vessel's strained timbers yawn apart into the open sea.
The ship sways perilously back-and-forth.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A stout, square-faced woman says, "--!"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A stout, square-faced woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin manages to keep his footing on deck.
OOC (Dice): grace + sailing - 120
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
At far range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A stout, square-faced woman stares down into the flooded hold, squinting through the rain.
A shout in a stiff baritone breaks out from the way down to the main deck eastward.
"HOLD ONNN!"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A gangling, black-haired sailor shouts, "---- ----!"
Inaya holds to the wheel for dear life, not offering an answer to a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin as everything goes sideways.
A shout in a honey-drenched alto breaks out from the way down to the main deck eastward.
"NIRZALI, HEAR US! SPARE US!" [in Sirdabi with a honey-drenched alto]
At far range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman shouts, "---"
At mid-distant range toward the way east to the fore, you see: A stout, square-faced woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin manages to keep his footing on deck.
OOC (Dice): grace + sailing - 75
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
At far range toward the way east to the fore, you see: An explosive, impish woman manages to keep her footing on deck.
The cold, salty waves wash up over your head as you plummet beneath the water's surface!
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache looking like he's about to hope down into a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead, looks at a lean, ink-eyed woman impatiently, "Have they got everyone?" [in Sirdabi]
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin barely keeps his footing as the deck lurches, gripping the wheel.
| Health: 96% | End: 100% | Will: 100% | - |
| Sirdabi | underwater
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes whispers something for a while.
(Quietly): A lofty, aquiline-featured man speaks, "O Annur, Dreamer of the Dream." [in Sirdabi with a dignified baritone]
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man seems to be keeping an eye on a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man gets out a small, polished prayer stone from a fine suede bookbag in his possession.
A limber, way-worn male starts to call up, his grip tightening, "Breath of Annur, hope of the Hazari.Take us in your way! Speed us in thy nighit." He grimaces, "For a safe path home we pray!" [in Tessouare]
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes battles to the surface of stormy waves.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man begins to watch the general direction of downward.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls battles to the surface of stormy waves.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A short, sable-haired young man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache peers at a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man rummages hastily through his bag.
A lean, ink-eyed woman seems to be keeping an eye on a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin struggles to surface.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin battles to the surface of stormy waves.
A hunched, elder woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
An explosive, impish woman signs that we should SWIM!
A towering brute with shorn raven hair struggles to rise.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
A limber, way-worn male drops a wad of 2 stone moss clumps on the water.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A limber, way-worn male battles to the surface of stormy waves.
OOC (Dice): endurance + swimming at hard difficulty - pass
You battle to the surface of stormy waves.
| Health: 96% | End: 100% | Will: 100% | - |
| Sirdabi | swimming
A towering brute with shorn raven hair visibly struggles to remain conscious.
A stout, square-faced woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers towards a section of partially-splintered hull.
An explosive, impish woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A lean, ink-eyed woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A short, sable-haired young man starts towards a section of partially-splintered hull. (Stand - near a section of partially-splintered hull -)
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes removes an embossed steel cuirass, revealing a white plain white cotton tunic and a crisp crimson linen thawb.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers north.
A dusky olive-skinned damsel starts towards the frame of the open tiny canvas blind. (Stand - near the frame of the open tiny canvas blind -)
A towering brute with shorn raven hair battles above stormy waves, treading water skillfully.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes removes a steel greathelm.
A hunched, elder woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead battles to the surface of stormy waves.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes drops a steel greathelm on the water.
[You are swimming.]
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here.
A crowd of individuals gather here.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes drops an embossed steel cuirass on the water.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes removes a pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets.
An explosive, impish woman starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes drops a pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets on the water.
A short, sable-haired young man splashes ineffectively against stormy waves and drops below the surface.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes splashes ineffectively against stormy waves and drops below the surface.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man presses a small, polished prayer stone to his lips and tries desperately to surface.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair removes an embossed steel cuirass, revealing a neat mahogany brushed suede thawb and a form-fitting buff homespun kaftan.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A lean, ink-eyed woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair drops an embossed steel cuirass on the water.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A stout, square-faced woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes shrieks and thrashes about, moaning, "Un' adyhmo, bri hm, rqunuq Dh, LAHA!" [in Ruzur with a wispy soprano] Until she gets a gulp of seawater in her mouth and shuts up, gasping instead.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A hunched, elder woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
You pick a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes up and carry her in both your arms.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls takes a great lungful of breath.
As a magnificent *BOOM* of thunder vibrates the sea, a torrential rain pounds down from the heavens.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls dives underwater.
Fighting through the howling storm, an explosive, impish woman swims north.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman puts a grimy wooden mug in a wicker basket.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers north.
A limber, way-worn male scans north.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache struggles in the water, flailing like he doesn't have the first clue how to manage himself underwater.
A short, sable-haired young man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead follows a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead tries to pull at you, but can't pull hard enough to move you.
A dusky olive-skinned damsel tries to pull at a stout, square-faced woman, but can't pull hard enough to move her.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair battles to the surface of stormy waves.
Fighting through the howling storm, a towering brute with shorn raven hair a floating slope of sinking deck.
a towering brute with shorn raven hair emerges from the water.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A hunched, elder woman drops a brass-capped reed cane on the water.
A hunched, elder woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls grips a hunched, elder woman firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
Inaya just grabs a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes and starts swimming.
A lean, ink-eyed woman grips a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers north.
These are the exits from your location: north, a floating slope of sinking deck, and a section of partially-splintered hull
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A stout, square-faced woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
You peer north...
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
An explosive, impish woman is swimming underwater.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: south (water)
A short, sable-haired young man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A stout, square-faced woman peers north.
A lean, ink-eyed woman struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Fighting through the howling storm, a towering brute with shorn raven hair goes into the water.
disembarks from a floating slope of sinking deck.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair battles over the stormy waves, but sinks below the surface of the water.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair chokes and sputters on water.
A lean, ink-eyed woman looks at her own right hand.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A hunched, elder woman battles above stormy waves, treading water skillfully.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache struggles and flails, maybe not helping a lean, ink-eyed woman to pull him.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
"Where should we swim?!" a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair asks, trying to keep his head above water.
These are the exits from your location: north, a floating slope of sinking deck, and a section of partially-splintered hull
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes clings onto you, now bereft of all that heavy armor.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin manages to break free of the water, then turns backward.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache splashes ineffectively against stormy waves and drops below the surface.
Inaya starts towards a section of partially-splintered hull. (Stand - near a section of partially-splintered hull -)
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead tries to pull at a lofty, aquiline-featured man, but can't pull hard enough to move him.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says, "Get up the deck! Up on the deck!"
Struggling in the water, "The slope!" a towering brute with shorn raven hair is all he can say.
A limber, way-worn male puts a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope in a heavy woolen knapsack.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair points at a floating slope of sinking deck.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin approaches the general area.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin grips a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
A lean, ink-eyed woman puts an inkwell in a discreet leather satchel.
Moving towards a floating slope of sinking deck, a short, sable-haired young man leaves the vicinity of a section of partially-splintered hull. (Stand - at the general area -)
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers north.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair says, "Up! Dry."
Fighting through the howling storm, an explosive, impish woman swims over from the north.
An explosive, impish woman battles over the stormy waves, but sinks below the surface of the water.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair says, "For now!"
An explosive, impish woman chokes and sputters on water.
An explosive, impish woman goes limp.
Being unconscious, an explosive, impish woman sinks below the surface.
A lean, red-haired young man starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
A lean, ink-eyed woman looks at her own right hand.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A limber, way-worn male starts towards a section of partially-splintered hull. (Stand - near a section of partially-splintered hull -)
A towering brute with shorn raven hair struggles to rise.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
A dusky olive-skinned damsel tries to yank at a stout, square-faced woman, but can't pull hard enough to move her.
A lean, ink-eyed woman puts a black leather scribing case in a discreet leather satchel.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes starts towards a section of partially-splintered hull. (Stand - near a section of partially-splintered hull -)
A towering brute with shorn raven hair visibly struggles to remain conscious.
A lean, ink-eyed woman puts a leather-bound tome in a discreet leather satchel.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead pulls an explosive, impish woman over to the northward direction.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
Moving towards a floating slope of sinking deck, a hunched, elder woman leaves the vicinity of the northward direction. (Stand - at the general area -)
A short, sable-haired young man starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache struggles in confusion, arms flailing as he fights the water and perhaps a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin as well.
A lean, ink-eyed woman starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A lofty, aquiline-featured man starts towards a section of partially-splintered hull. (Stand - near a section of partially-splintered hull -)
A stout, square-faced woman starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is no longer following a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man coughs loudly as he stucks in as much air as he can, looking dazed from his submerging.
Moving towards a section of partially-splintered hull, a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache leaves the vicinity of the northward direction. (Stand - at the general area -)
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin struggles against a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache as he tries to drag him to safety.
Fighting through the howling storm, a lean, red-haired young man a floating slope of sinking deck.
a lean, red-haired young man emerges from the water.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead goes to move near a floating slope of sinking deck, bringing a curvy, honey-eyed woman, joining a small crowd.
A hunched, elder woman starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
You drop a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes near a section of partially-splintered hull.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes begins to tread water.
Fighting through the howling storm, a towering brute with shorn raven hair a floating slope of sinking deck.
a towering brute with shorn raven hair emerges from the water.
You grip a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
Fighting through the howling storm, a short, sable-haired young man a floating slope of sinking deck.
a short, sable-haired young man emerges from the water.
Fighting through the howling storm, you board a section of partially-splintered hull, dragging a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes.
You emerge from the water.
[Upon A Section of Partially-Splintered Hull]
You are on [a section of partially-splintered hull].
Some of the hull has managed to stay together, and bobs here desperately in the water as it disintegrates further.
You are upon a ship. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: onto open water (water)
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
You drop a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes on the deck.
You release a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes.
These are the exits from your location: onto open water
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes pitches into a sprawl!
Fighting through the howling storm, a lofty, aquiline-featured man climbs over from onto open water.
a lofty, aquiline-featured man emerges from the water.
Inaya starts towards the way onto open water. (Stand - near the way onto open water -)
Fighting through the howling storm, a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache climbs over from onto open water.
a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache emerges from the water.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes immediately takes a fall, letting out a pained groan, just telling you, "I get why you hate armor now!"
Fighting through the howling storm, you go into the water.
You swim onto open water.
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
a curvy, honey-eyed woman sleeps here.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing beside the northward direction, dragging a curvy, honey-eyed woman. A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls is standing on the northward direction. A dusky olive-skinned damsel is standing near a floating slope of sinking deck. A limber, way-worn male is standing at a section of partially-splintered hull. A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin is standing near the northward direction. A lean, ink-eyed woman is standing near the northward direction. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is standing near a floating slope of sinking deck, dragging a curvy, honey-eyed woman. A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes is standing near a section of partially-splintered hull. A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is standing near the northward direction. A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is standing at a floating slope of sinking deck. An explosive, impish woman is asleep at a floating slope of sinking deck. A stout, square-faced woman is standing on a floating slope of sinking deck.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
You battle over the stormy waves, but sink below the surface of the water.
You choke and sputter on water.
| Health: 79% | End: 100% | Will: 100% | > | *breathless*
| Sirdabi | underwater
Moving towards a floating slope of sinking deck, a lean, ink-eyed woman leaves the vicinity of the northward direction. (Stand - at the general area -)
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls approaches the general area.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls grips you firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
| Health: 79% | End: 100% | Will: 100% | > | *breathless*
| Sirdabi | held
Fighting through the howling storm, a dusky olive-skinned damsel a floating slope of sinking deck.
a dusky olive-skinned damsel emerges from the water.
A limber, way-worn male takes a moment to regain his poise.
Moving towards the northward direction, a stout, square-faced woman leaves the vicinity of a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - at the general area -)
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes coughs and splutters as she hauls herself just barely onto a section of the hull.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead grips an explosive, impish woman firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls exhales softly, breathing returning to normal.
A stout, square-faced woman gasps for breath.
An explosive, impish woman gasps for breath.
Fighting through the howling storm, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin swims north.
You grip a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman drops a curvy, honey-eyed woman near the northward direction.
A curvy, honey-eyed woman frees herself from a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman, but is still held by a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair.
Fighting through the howling storm, a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead a floating slope of sinking deck, dragging an explosive, impish woman.
a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead emerges from the water.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair tries to yank at you, but can't pull hard enough to move you.
Fighting through the howling storm, a towering brute with shorn raven hair goes into the water.
disembarks from a floating slope of sinking deck.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair battles over the stormy waves.
Inaya starts towards a section of partially-splintered hull. (Stand - near a section of partially-splintered hull -)
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls drops you near a section of partially-splintered hull.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls releases you.
OOC (Dice): grace + swimming at medium difficulty - pass
You begin to tread water.
A stout, square-faced woman starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
health
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You are dragging a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls, swimming at a section of partially-splintered hull.
You are not involved currently in any physical altercation.
Pulse: normal |++++++++++++--------| (safe)
Blood: normal |++++++++++++++++++++| (safe)
Breath: gasping |++++++++++++++------| (caution)
Willpower: good |++++++++++++++++++++| (safe)
Poise: perfect |++++++++++++++++++++| (safe)
Fatigue: fine |++------------------| (fine)
Trauma: sore |++------------------| (okay)
You are: conscious.
You have a mostly-healed swollen and livid bruise on the head and a mostly-healed claw-marks on the back.
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A towering brute with shorn raven hair yanks a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man over from the northward direction.
Fighting through the howling storm, you board a section of partially-splintered hull, dragging a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls.
You emerge from the water.
[Upon A Section of Partially-Splintered Hull]
You are on [a section of partially-splintered hull].
Some of the hull has managed to stay together, and bobs here desperately in the water as it disintegrates further.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes stands. A lofty, aquiline-featured man is climbing here, holding a grimy wooden mug and a small, polished prayer stone in his right hand. A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache is kneeling here.
You are upon a ship. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages. The area is lightly spattered with vomit.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: onto open water (water)
You gasp for breath.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man pitches into a sprawl!
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man tries to scoot further from a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache but there's little elsewhere to go.
You drop a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls on the deck.
You release a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls scans towards onto open water.
Inaya pauses, gasping for breath for a moment after dumping a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man drops a grimy wooden mug on the deck.
You scan towards onto open water...
Looking to onto open water, you can see...
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
Also here is a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man. A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing beside the northward direction. A limber, way-worn male is standing at a section of partially-splintered hull. A lean, ink-eyed woman is standing near a floating slope of sinking deck. A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes is standing near a railing along the forecastle hull. A stout, square-faced woman is standing on a floating slope of sinking deck. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is standing beside a floating slope of sinking deck. A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is swimming underwater.
Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
You can't see any further.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache vomits up water, gasping, on his knees on the deck.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man puts a small, polished prayer stone in a fine suede bookbag.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache straightens to stand within the general area.
Inaya starts towards the way onto open water. (Stand - near the way onto open water -)
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache staggers up, looks around.
The ship sallies forth through the tempest.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache shouts, "WHERE IS THE OLD WOMAN?"
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache peers towards onto open water.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls starts towards the way onto open water. (Stand - near the way onto open water -)
Fighting through the howling storm, you go into the water.
You swim onto open water.
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
Also here is a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man. A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing beside the northward direction. A limber, way-worn male is standing at a section of partially-splintered hull. A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes is standing near a railing along the forecastle hull. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is standing beside a floating slope of sinking deck. A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is swimming at a floating slope of sinking deck. A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin is standing near a floating slope of sinking deck. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is swimming underwater.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
OOC (Dice): endurance + swimming at hard difficulty - pass
You battle over the stormy waves.
A shout in a sweet, shaky soprano can be heard from a floating slope of sinking deck.
"I'M FINE."
You gasp for breath.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair yanks a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man over to a floating slope of sinking deck.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead tries to yank at a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair, but can't pull hard enough to move him.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman shouts, "ANYONE ELSE IN NEED OF HELP, I'M A FAIR GOOD SWIMMER!" [in Sirdabi]
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair battles to the surface of stormy waves.
A shout in an eccentric, Irzali-flavored tenor can be heard from a section of partially-splintered hull.
"I DON'T SEE YOU."
[You are standing.] (An imposing, ebon-dark woman is swimming underwater.)
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing beside the northward direction. A limber, way-worn male is standing at a section of partially-splintered hull. A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes is standing near a railing along the forecastle hull. A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is standing near a floating slope of sinking deck. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is standing beside a floating slope of sinking deck. A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is swimming at a floating slope of sinking deck. A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin is standing near a floating slope of sinking deck. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is swimming underwater.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
You peer towards a floating slope of sinking deck...
[Upon A Floating Slope of Sinking Deck]
You are on [a floating slope of sinking deck].
A portion of the deck is here, sloped upwards from the water, seemingly taking some time to sink.
a curvy, honey-eyed woman sleeps here.
A lean, red-haired young man is kneeling here. A short, sable-haired young man is climbing here. A hunched, elder woman is sitting here. A dusky olive-skinned damsel is climbing here. An explosive, impish woman is sprawled. A stout, square-faced woman is climbing here. A lean, ink-eyed woman is climbing here.
You are upon a ship. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: onto open water (water)
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man tries to yank at a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair, but can't pull hard enough to move him.
Fighting through the howling storm, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin a floating slope of sinking deck.
a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin emerges from the water.
"Does anyone need help?" a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair sputters, looking around in the water, seraching with his eyes.
A shout in a sweet, shaky soprano can be heard from a floating slope of sinking deck.
"I'M ON THE SLOPE."
A towering brute with shorn raven hair says, "Up! Onto the deck."
A torrential downpour roars down from the heavens, drenching everything beneath it.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead tries to yank at a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair, but can't pull hard enough to move him.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair yanks you over to a floating slope of sinking deck.
[You are standing near a floating slope of sinking deck.]
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing beside the northward direction. A limber, way-worn male is standing at a section of partially-splintered hull. A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes is standing near a railing along the forecastle hull. A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is standing near a floating slope of sinking deck. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is standing beside a floating slope of sinking deck. A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is swimming at a floating slope of sinking deck. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is swimming underwater.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
A shout in an eccentric, Irzali-flavored tenor breaks out from a section of partially-splintered hull.
"OH... IS ANYONE ELSE STILL IN THE WATER?"
Moving towards the northward direction, a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man leaves the vicinity of a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - at the general area -)
Fighting through the howling storm, a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead a floating slope of sinking deck.
a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead emerges from the water.
A limber, way-worn male gets out a stack of 2 coils of heavy-duty hemp rope from a heavy woolen knapsack in his possession.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman approaches a floating slope of sinking deck.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman picks up a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair from the water.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair yanks a limber, way-worn male over to a floating slope of sinking deck.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes sniffles and snorts seawater, rubbing her face against her shoulder as she keeps both arms wrapped tightly around the remnants of railing.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers north.
Inaya snarls at a towering brute with shorn raven hair, trying to shake him off, maintaining her position in the water as she looks around.
"Ziyad, this way!" a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair shouts, pointing at a floating slope of sinking deck.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers north.
[You are standing near a floating slope of sinking deck.]
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
Also here is a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man. A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing beside the northward direction, holding a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair in her right hand. A limber, way-worn male is standing at a floating slope of sinking deck, holding a stack of 2 coils of heavy-duty hemp rope in his right hand. A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes is standing near a railing along the forecastle hull. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is standing beside a floating slope of sinking deck. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is held by a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman near a floating slope of sinking deck.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man goes to move near a floating slope of sinking deck, joining a small crowd.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair points at a floating slope of sinking deck.
A limber, way-worn male puts a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope in a heavy woolen knapsack.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair says, "Out!"
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair struggles against a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman's hold, and successfully frees himself.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman releases a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair begins to tread water.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair yanks a fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes over to a floating slope of sinking deck.
Moving towards a section of partially-splintered hull, Inaya leaves the vicinity of a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - at the general area -)
Fighting through the howling storm, a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair a floating slope of sinking deck.
a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair emerges from the water.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man shudders and coughs, confusion in his expression as he follows a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's voice and pointing finger.
A limber, way-worn male puts a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope in a heavy woolen knapsack.
[You are standing.]
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing beside the northward direction. A limber, way-worn male is standing at a floating slope of sinking deck. A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes is standing near a floating slope of sinking deck. A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is standing near a floating slope of sinking deck. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is standing beside a floating slope of sinking deck.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
Inaya starts towards a section of partially-splintered hull. (Stand - near a section of partially-splintered hull -)
A towering brute with shorn raven hair grips a fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
Fighting through the howling storm, a towering brute with shorn raven hair a floating slope of sinking deck, dragging a fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes.
a towering brute with shorn raven hair emerges from the water.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman goes to stand near a railing along the forecastle hull.
Fighting through the howling storm, a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls goes into the water.
disembarks from a section of partially-splintered hull.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls battles over the stormy waves.
Fighting through the howling storm, you board a section of partially-splintered hull.
You emerge from the water.
[Upon A Section of Partially-Splintered Hull]
You are on [a section of partially-splintered hull].
Some of the hull has managed to stay together, and bobs here desperately in the water as it disintegrates further.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes is sitting here. A lofty, aquiline-featured man is sitting here. A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache is crouching here.
You are upon a ship. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages. The area is lightly spattered with vomit.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: onto open water (water)
The ship sways perilously back-and-forth.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache grabs hold of a plank, grimacing as the ship sways.
You shout, "ARIZIYA!"
You peer towards onto open water...
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is standing beside a railing along the forecastle hull. A limber, way-worn male is standing at a floating slope of sinking deck. A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is standing near the way onto open water. A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls is swimming underwater, dragging a towering brute with shorn raven hair and holding a grimy wooden mug in his left hand. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is held by a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls here.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
A shout in a commanding bass-baritone breaks out from the way onto open water.
"ZIYAD! CLIMB UP THE SLOPE!"
With a shake of his head, a lofty, aquiline-featured man says, "What is he trying to do?"
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes struggles to rise.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes takes a knee on the deck, keeping her center of gravity low, "Nirzali's got a foul sense of humour sometimes." (Kneel - within on the deck -)
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes visibly struggles to remain conscious.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes peers towards onto open water.
OOC (Dice): grace + sailing - 110
You manage to keep your footing on deck, thanks to your sea legs.
Hoarsely, a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache gasps to a lofty, aquiline-featured man, "Be a hero, I assume, like the rest of these idiots."
The ship creaks onwards within the fierce squall.
"Stay down. Everyone," Inaya commands, with a look to a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes. Then she's diving back in, unsteadily, off the wobbling platform.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache shouts, "SHIT!" [in Irzali]
Inaya starts towards the way onto open water. (Stand - near the way onto open water -)
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes doesn't even try to disobey you, in this moment.
Fighting through the howling storm, you go into the water.
You swim onto open water.
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is held by a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls near the way onto open water. A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls is standing here, dragging a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man and holding a grimy wooden mug in his left hand. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is swimming underwater.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
Other: a floating slope of sinking deck and a section of partially-splintered hull
OOC (Dice): endurance + swimming at hard difficulty - fail
You battle over the stormy waves, but sink below the surface of the water.
You choke and sputter on water.
| Health: 79% | End: 100% | Will: 100% | > | *breathless*
| Sirdabi | underwater
A towering brute with shorn raven hair tries to yank at you, but can't pull hard enough to move you.
OOC (Dice): endurance + swimming at hard difficulty - fail
You struggle under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
OOC: This action takes 30 seconds.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
Coughing out some more water, a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man says to a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls, "Thank you. I think you can let me go now. I've reoriented."
A towering brute with shorn raven hair attempts to clutch at you, but struggles. It doesn't stop him from trying again.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls approaches the general area.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair tries to yank at you, but can't pull hard enough to move you.
OOC (Dice): endurance + swimming at hard difficulty - pass
You battle to the surface of stormy waves.
You gasp for breath.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls drops a grimy wooden mug on the water.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls drops a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man on the water.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls releases a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man begins to tread water.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man starts towards a floating slope of sinking deck. (Stand - near a floating slope of sinking deck -)
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls grips a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
"Ariziya!" Inaya blurts as she surfaces, gasping, trying to orient.
A torrential downpour roars down from the heavens, drenching everything beneath it.
A floating slope of sinking deck creaks and groans with a final shudder, and then falls beneath the waves.
A section of partially-splintered hull creaks and groans with a final shudder, and then falls beneath the waves.
Shivering where he's huddled and shaking his head, a lofty, aquiline-featured man tells a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache, "I'll never make it, I'm above water now, but I can't promise I will be again."
"Inaya," [in Irzali] a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls says, just trying to haul a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man out of the water.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair yanks you over to a floating slope of sinking deck.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers north.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead battles above stormy waves, treading water skillfully.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers north.
A hunched, elder woman begins counting people, taking careful note of each face and then looking back out into the water.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache shouts, "THAT'S WHY!" [in Sirdabi]
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers north.
OOC (Dice): endurance + swimming at hard difficulty - pass
You battle above stormy waves, treading water skillfully.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin battles above stormy waves, treading water skillfully.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair sputters, being thrown back into the sea. "Fuck!" is his only reaction.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A short, sable-haired young man peers north.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers north.
A hunched, elder woman peers about.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers north.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair battles above stormy waves, treading water skillfully.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead battles above stormy waves, treading water skillfully.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man scans north.
A lean, ink-eyed woman tries to yank at a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair, but can't pull hard enough to move him.
Out of Character: a short, sable-haired young man rolled will at legendary difficulty and the result was a fail.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin splashes to the surface, gasping and treading water.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes lets out a yelp as she's once again plunged back into the icy cold water, and begins the uncoordinated thrashing that marks someone who has no idea how to tread water.
[You are swimming near a floating slope of sinking deck.]
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A brass-capped reed cane is here. A grimy wooden mug is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
a curvy, honey-eyed woman sleeps here.
A crowd of individuals gather here.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
"I'm fine, I'm fine-" a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair says, sputtering towards a lean, ink-eyed woman.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin peers north.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls scans north.
A stout, square-faced woman splashes around, practicing swimming.
You can see...
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is held by a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls near a floating slope of sinking deck.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls is standing on a floating slope of sinking deck.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair is standing beside a floating slope of sinking deck.
A lean, red-haired young man is swimming here.
A short, sable-haired young man is swimming here.
A hunched, elder woman is swimming here.
A dusky olive-skinned damsel is swimming here.
An explosive, impish woman is asleep here.
A stout, square-faced woman is swimming here.
A lean, ink-eyed woman is swimming here.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin is swimming here.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead is swimming here.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is swimming here.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes is swimming here.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman is swimming here.
A limber, way-worn male is swimming here.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes is swimming here.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man is swimming here.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache is standing by the northward direction.
A lively copper-eyed gal is treading water here.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache approaches the general area.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache picks up a brass-capped reed cane from the water.
A limber, way-worn male dunks as the hull slops down, salt water rushing up. "There is no safe ghantint here! Swim! Swim for the rocks, intej! Awefe!"
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers north.
A lively copper-eyed gal shouts, "WAKE UP!" [in Sirdabi with a smooth soprano]
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead yanks an explosive, impish woman close.
A hunched, elder woman peers north.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A lean, ink-eyed woman attempts to pull at a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair with no luck. She gives up with a nod.
A limber, way-worn male starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A towering brute with shorn raven hair does his best to stay above water, "Where... were those... cliffs."
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans north.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers north.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes struggles to rise.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache peers north.
A lean, ink-eyed woman peers north.
A lively copper-eyed gal peers north.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes visibly struggles to remain conscious.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair flits his honey-brown eyes around, trying to search for anyone that may be underwater.
A lean, red-haired young man peers north.
Calling out, a limber, way-worn male tells a towering brute with shorn raven hair, "They were to the fore! Beyond the prow! Ahead of us!"
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair yanks a heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes over from the northward direction.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead yanks an explosive, impish woman close.
You gasp for breath.
An explosive, impish woman gasps for breath.
Treading water with great difficulty, a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache snatches up a brass-capped reed cane.
A stout, square-faced woman splashes ineffectively against stormy waves and drops below the surface.
A short, sable-haired young man can't hold in a yelp of terror. He sinks into the freezing water and treads with desperation rather than anything approaching skill.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man shudders as he scans the surrounding water for safety, his expression easing slightly upon seeing a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin and a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair and other familiar faces, before clouding with worry again.
There is just a twitch of irritation that flickers over a towering brute with shorn raven hair's face as a limber, way-worn male yells at him, but the Tessouare just does his best to stay above water while trying to make sense of the rain-filled horizon.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls drops a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man near the northward direction.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls releases a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man.
A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man begins to sink in the water.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman cries as she is thrown back into the water, "Gods!" She swims though coughing and spluttering.
A lively copper-eyed gal says, "Who needs help!"
A hunched, elder woman picks a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man up and carries him in both her arms.
A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes goes limp against a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's grip, watching those around her struggling to survive with a look of unmitigated horror.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead grips an explosive, impish woman firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
A lively copper-eyed gal peers north.
Splashing frantically to keep his head above water, a lofty, aquiline-featured man says, "Which way?"
A short, sable-haired young man peers north.
A limber, way-worn male scans north.
A lively copper-eyed gal peers about.
"Stay together! Keep a hand on a friend!" a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair shouts, attempting to tread water.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache shouts, "IS THERE ANYTHING ABOVE THE WATER?"
You grip a stout, square-faced woman firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman says, "Who needs help!"
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache shouts, "...ANYWHERE?"
Splashing desperately above the water, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says, "I can't see anything!"
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache falls in with a hunched, elder woman.
A lively copper-eyed gal puts a carpenter's hatchet in a black cotton drawstring pouch.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead splashes in the water frantically, attempting to keep the drowning from drowning.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls approaches the general area.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls grips an explosive, impish woman firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
A short, sable-haired young man desperately scans the horizon for something. Anything!
A hunched, elder woman grips a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man best she can, treading against the waves as best she can manage.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers north.
The sky is dark and full of clouds, and it's hard to see anything through the roar and crash of the surrounding waves.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair peers north.
A coppery, lithe young man is, suddenly, swimming?
A lively copper-eyed gal scans north.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead drops an explosive, impish woman on the water.
An explosive, impish woman frees herself from a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead, but is still held by a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls.
Out of Character: a short, sable-haired young man rolled acuity and the result was a 52 (extraordinary).
A stout, square-faced woman scans north.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache shouts, "CAPTAIN! WHICH WAY IS THE LAND...?"
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers north.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache thrashes in the water like a drowning cat.
A fox-faced woman with apprehensive green eyes somehow manages to flounder herself well enough into position that her face is only underwater about half the time.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman picks up a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache from the water.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair eyes a curvy, honey-eyed woman, and grabs a hold of her again.
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair grips a curvy, honey-eyed woman firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
She doesn't know. Disoriented. Can't see anything.
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls spits out a mouthful of water, shaking his head as the water catches at his sodden curls and plasters them to his face while he tries to drag an explosive, impish woman along through the roiling ocean.
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman grasps a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache and still swims, trying to keep them both from drowning.
A limber, way-worn male treads water unsteadily, reddish-blonde braids bobbing in the frigid and numbing water.
A dusky olive-skinned damsel hugs her legs from where she sits on the floating remains on the ship, just trying to keep safe and out of the way.
A lively copper-eyed gal treads water as best she can in the raging storm.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin briefly vanishes beneath a wave, then kicks free, breaking through to the surface and taking a gasping breath. "Where...the fuck... is that liar Alun??"
Trying his best to keep his head above water with a hunched, elder woman's help, a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man says, "How close were we when the ship started going down? We can still make it, can't we?"
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is doing his best to keep a curvy, honey-eyed woman above the water, but the look in his eyes is obvious -- he has no idea where they should be swimming to, and this is pure chaos.
A lean, red-haired young man does his absolute best, desperate doggy-paddle towards a grimy wooden mug - glorious debris - then seems to realize it's a just mug and continues to flounder around aimlessly.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache lets out a gagging, sputtering, coughing titter when he realizes a soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman has him by a well-worn, camel-hair-trimmed riding coat of maroon wool. "Here we are," he chokes, spraying seawater with the effort. "You are a prophet, my dear..."
A lean, ink-eyed woman peers around, trying to catch site of anything.
Out of Character: a lean, ink-eyed woman rolled acuity and investigation at legendary difficulty and the result was a fail.
"No, no...!" a short, sable-haired young man sputters. "The cliffs aren't here- We must've been washed away-" Desperately, he tries trudging northward...
A short, sable-haired young man starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Inaya just gasps for air, finding a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache for a moment, but doesn't give an answer. She starts swimming. A direction.
[You are swimming.]
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A grimy wooden mug is here. A pair of steel interlocking-plate gauntlets is here. A steel greathelm is here. A wad of 2 stone moss clumps is here. An embossed steel cuirass is here. (x2)
a curvy, honey-eyed woman sleeps here.
A crowd of individuals gather here.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: north (water)
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Inaya starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls falls in with you.
A lively copper-eyed gal scans north.
Fighting through the howling storm, a short, sable-haired young man swims north.
A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin scans north.
Not knowing what else to do, a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair follows you, dragging a curvy, honey-eyed woman through the water. "Stick- together!" a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair sputters out, shouting.
A lively copper-eyed gal starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A soft-featured, dark-skinned young woman starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
Seeing very few other alternatives, and a direction being better than none, a towering brute with shorn raven hair begins to do his best to push on himself.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair approaches the general area.
Fighting through the howling storm, a limber, way-worn male swims north.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man tries to rest and float but the weight of his own clothing drags him down. Seeing others swimming away he splashes awkwardly after them.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
You drop a stout, square-faced woman near the northward direction.
You release a stout, square-faced woman.
A stout, square-faced woman begins to tread water.
A lean, ink-eyed woman splashes ineffectively against stormy waves and drops below the surface.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair starts to take a curvy, honey-eyed woman from a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair allows a towering brute with shorn raven hair to take a curvy, honey-eyed woman.
Fighting through the howling storm, you swim north.
[The Northwestern Adelantean, Upon a Vast Blue-Green Sea]
Sea stretches across all horizons, seemingly endless.
A short, sable-haired young man is swimming underwater. A limber, way-worn male is swimming underwater.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Thunder rolls across the heavens as a storm rages.
Cardinal Exits: south (water)
OOC (Dice): endurance + swimming at hard difficulty - fail
You battle over the stormy waves, but sink below the surface of the water.
Fighting through the howling storm, a lofty, aquiline-featured man swims over from the south.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man battles over the stormy waves, but sinks below the surface of the water.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man chokes and sputters on water.
OOC (Dice): endurance + swimming at hard difficulty - pass
You battle to the surface of stormy waves.
Fighting through the howling storm, a stout, square-faced woman swims over from the south.
A stout, square-faced woman battles over the stormy waves, but sinks below the surface of the water.
A stout, square-faced woman chokes and sputters on water.
Fighting through the howling storm, a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead swims over from the south.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead battles over the stormy waves, but sinks below the surface of the water.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead chokes and sputters on water.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man struggles under stormy waves, unable to break to the surface for breath.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead battles to the surface of stormy waves.
Out of Character: a limber, way-worn male rolled acuity at hard difficulty and the result was a pass.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead yanks a stout, square-faced woman up above the water's surface.
A stout, square-faced woman gasps for breath.
You grip a lofty, aquiline-featured man firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.
A lofty, aquiline-featured man splashes ineffectively against stormy waves and drops below the surface.
A short, sable-haired young man splashes around, practicing swimming.
Fighting through the howling storm, a towering brute with shorn raven hair swims over from the south.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair battles over the stormy waves.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead tries to yank at a stout, square-faced woman, but can't pull hard enough to move her.
A towering brute with shorn raven hair starts towards the southward direction. (Stand - near the southward direction -)
You are flung towards a shadowy, storm-pelted shore, and as the rush of the wave retreats back out to sea, you find your knees scraping against solid ground in the dizzying, rocky surf.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans west.
[You are kneeling.]
[Below the Sea Cliffs, Rocky Tide]
Heavy surf rolls in from the bay, crashing against low rocks and foaming out over a slender strip of beach to the west. Little clumps of seaweed bob around in the current, flung about with the seafoam.
A hunched, elder woman is kneeling here, carrying a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man in her arms. A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache is kneeling here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in his left hand.
There is knee-deep salt water here. Cold rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: west, east (water), north, and northeast
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache straightens to stand within the general area.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans northeast.
A hunched, elder woman is knelt over, chest heaving as she catches her breath. (Room Pose Set)
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls wades north, carrying an explosive, impish woman in his arms.
a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls emerges from the water.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans north.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache goes to move near the northward direction.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel peers north.
Inaya coughs and coughs, choking up a gulp of water, just remaining there on hands and knees.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel straightens to stand within the general area.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man scans northwest.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel peers northeast.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead goes into the water.
a mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead wades over from the west.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead gasps for breath.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers north.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers northeast.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers east.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead starts towards the eastward direction. (Stand - near the eastward direction -)
A hunched, elder woman through the breaths, she notices the arrivals. "Esfandiar," she manages to sputter out. "My- cane-".
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache stumbles onto shore and collapses, dropping a brass-capped reed cane.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache drops a brass-capped reed cane near the northward direction.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache drops to kneel near the northward direction.
A projectile of vomit suddenly shoots from a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache's mouth.
The vomit sinks into the depths of the salt water around you.
A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead swims east.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead swims over from the west.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: "I don't know wh-t h-pp-n-d, b-t w-'r- h-r-. Th- spirits g-id-d -s to s-f-t-," a dusky olive-skinned damsel states, shivering still, "L-t's join th- oth-rs, S---id."
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead gasps for breath.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: Voice sharp with relief after desperately scanning the surroundings, a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man says, "Pr-is- b- to th- Dr--m-r! I s-- th-t oth-r p-ss-ng-rs h-v- m-d- it too."
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers northeast.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel peers northwest.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls goes into the water.
a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls swims over from the north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: Moving towards the northwestward direction, a dusky olive-skinned damsel leaves the vicinity of the northward direction. (Stand - at the general area -)
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls picks a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man up and carries him in both his arms.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A hunched, elder woman picks up a brass-capped reed cane from the water.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead peers northeast.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel peers northwest.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead starts towards the northeastward direction. (Stand - near the northeastward direction -)
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel peers north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair goes into the water.
a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair swims over from the north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin goes into the water.
a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin wades over from the northwest.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache gasps for breath, peering around finally.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache peers west.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache peers north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A mahogany-haired man with a hole-marked forehead wades northeast.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin tries to pull at a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair, but can't pull hard enough to move him.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls wades north, carrying a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man in his arms.
a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls emerges from the water.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: "Who n--ds -id?" a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair looks around, then eyes a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache peers northeast.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair looks at a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin, and says, "I'm fin-, S--S---id." Though he's still sputtering water.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel peers northwest.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel peers north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers west.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin grasps a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair by the arm, then relaxes and pats his arm gently.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin peers west.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers northeast.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin scans north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A dusky olive-skinned damsel wades north.
a dusky olive-skinned damsel emerges from the water.
Still struggling to catch his breath, a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache clambers over rocks toward the beach.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: "L-t's g-t -s -ll o-t of th- w-t-r." A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair says, gesturing north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair peers west.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls goes into the water.
a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls wades over from the north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says, "North... th-t is wh-r- -v-r-on- s--ms to b- g-th-ring."
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls picks up a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair from the water.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin nods.
Moving towards the northeastward direction, a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache leaves the vicinity of the northward direction. (Stand - at the general area -)
[You are kneeling.]
[Below the Sea Cliffs, Rocky Tide]
Heavy surf rolls in from the bay, crashing against low rocks and foaming out over a slender strip of beach to the west. Little clumps of seaweed bob around in the current, flung about with the seafoam.
Also here is a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache. A hunched, elder woman is knelt over, chest heaving as she catches her breath, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand.
There is knee-deep salt water here. Cold rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: west, east (water), north, and northeast
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair blinks at a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls, "I'm -- I'm fin-, S---id."
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A hunched, elder woman fishes a brass-capped reed cane from the water, using it to leverage herself up out of the waves finally. The extra water weight slows the process, but she too begins trudging through to drier lands. (Stand - within the general area -)
A hunched, elder woman peers north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: "...b-t th-nk -o-." A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair breathes out, weakly, and wanders north, wading through the knee-deep water.
A hunched, elder woman starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache follows a hunched, elder woman. (Stand - near the northward direction -)
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls just drags at a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair, really, more dragging him than carrying him really, wordless.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair struggles against a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls's hold, and successfully frees himself.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls releases a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair begins to tread water.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls wades north.
a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls emerges from the water.
Inaya finally quells the fit, trembling, lifting her head to watch a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache and a hunched, elder woman.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: Rasping as he walks, coughing up water, a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin says, "L-nd."
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin wades north.
a lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin emerges from the water.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair wades north.
a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair emerges from the water.
"Wait," a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache murmurs to a hunched, elder woman, pointing northeast.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache peers northeast.
You peer northeast...
[Below the Sea Cliffs, Lookout Beach]
Pebbles carpet this stretch of beach, small and fine like well-worn gravel close to the tideline and growing larger closer to the base of the sea cliffs. Only a constricted strip of sand runs between the stones and the sea, growing and shrinking with the tides but seldom more than a few paces wide. Seafoam flecks both sand and pebbles, strewn carelessly by the waves that sweep in from the east.
Also here is a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man. A heavyset, curvaceous virago with amethyst eyes is taking up more space than she needs to, carrying an explosive, impish woman in her arms. A lean, ink-eyed woman standing shakily, catching her breath. An explosive, impish woman is asleep here. A towering brute with shorn raven hair is standing with a dark-winged, ruffled crow on his shoulder, with a dark-winged, ruffled crow perched on his shoulder. A lean, red-haired young man is here. A dark-winged, ruffled crow is riding here. A dusky olive-skinned damsel is here. A limber, way-worn male is here. A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls is standing on the southward direction. A lofty, ebony-curled man with tawny skin is here. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is here.
Cold rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: east (water), south (water), southwest (water), northeast, and west
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls goes into the water.
a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls wades over from the north.
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls scans west.
A hunched, elder woman pauses, turning back to a plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache and then looking northeast.
A shout in a commanding bass-baritone breaks out from the northward direction.
"EVERYONE COME TO THE BEACH!"
A hunched, elder woman peers northeast.
[You are kneeling.]
[Below the Sea Cliffs, Rocky Tide]
Heavy surf rolls in from the bay, crashing against low rocks and foaming out over a slender strip of beach to the west. Little clumps of seaweed bob around in the current, flung about with the seafoam.
A hunched, elder woman is standing at the northward direction, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache is standing by the northward direction.
There is knee-deep salt water here. Cold rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: west, east (water), north, and northeast
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls scans northeast.
Moving towards the northeastward direction, a hunched, elder woman leaves the vicinity of the northward direction. (Stand - at the general area -)
At a short distance toward the eastward direction, you see: A striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls wades north.
a striking, violet-eyed youth with chaotic black curls emerges from the water.
A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache looks around, hesitating a moment as he frowns at you, dripping profusely, clothes sagging. "Where is ibn Musa? Wasn't he just..."
Inaya staggers up to stand, not moving with the others, just staring out at the sea. Searching. (Stand - within the general area -)
[You are standing.]
[Below the Sea Cliffs, Rocky Tide]
Heavy surf rolls in from the bay, crashing against low rocks and foaming out over a slender strip of beach to the west. Little clumps of seaweed bob around in the current, flung about with the seafoam.
A hunched, elder woman is standing here, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. A plump, nimble fellow with a dainty mustache is standing by the northward direction.
There is knee-deep salt water here. Cold rain falls steadily from overcast skies.
Cardinal Exits: west, east (water), north, and northeast