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[sjm9876]

‘Glorious.’
 He stares for a second.
‘Well then, I’ll be following our friend there. See you down at the docks.’
 The dwarf heads into his backroom for a moment, emerging with an oversized backpack, with numerous other bags on his person. Without another word he turns and strides out of the door.

((Unless there's anything else to be done all that's left is for everyone to meet up at the docks.))

[kj1225]

"LAST ONE TO THE BOAT PAYS MY NEXT BAR TAB!"
And with that Kyle runs to the boat.

[sjm9876]

As the last of you arrive, Stoneflow walks out on deck.
 ‘This the lot? Good, good.’
 He turns, and shouts vaguely down the stairs to the cabins, down which Ironwrit just passed.
A moment later an echoing shout rings back, and an elderly dwarf waddles onto the deck. Seemingly oblivious to your presence, he walks directly to the metal circle set in the floor, and pulls a long stick of chalk from inside his robes. He then bends down to the plate, and begins to draw. First a long sweeping line, followed by two diagonal crosspieces. Between them, a cross.
 As he finishes the rune (B3*) he steps back, and narrowing his eyes, the plate starts to glow. in seconds a roaring fire bursts into being, and a whistling emerges from the cylinder mounted above it. Soon steam begins to emerge from the rearward spout, first slowly, then at an ever increasing rate, and you can hear cogs creaking below decks as the ship lurches out of harbour.
 ‘Anyway, welcome to the Windsmith. Plenty of spare cabins down below, if it’s not locked feel free to claim it or to remind the occupant to do so. Apart from that, you’re free to do pretty much as you wish, long as you don’t get in the way and come when called. Though we should be good for the first week or so of the trip. Not many pirates in the deep sea we’re sailing.’

((*Note: from now on this is how I’ll signify any runes you can clearly see. You’ll probably want to keep a list of ones you have seen and their suspected meanings, as this’ll let you learn many more than otherwise.))
((Please submit an action to do over the week (or smaller interval), even if it does equate to nothing.))

[kj1225]

Kyle claims a cabin as far below deck as possible. During the trip he tries to help out around the ship if possible otherwise he sits in his room going through fighting techniques with his dagger.

[Dwarmin]

‘Anyway, welcome to the Windsmith. Plenty of spare cabins down below, if it’s not locked feel free to claim it or to remind the occupant to do so. Apart from that, you’re free to do pretty much as you wish, long as you don’t get in the way and come when called. Though we should be good for the first week or so of the trip. Not many pirates in the deep sea we’re sailing.’

"As much I wouldn't want to tempt fate, there was worse things in the deeps than mere pirates." Ryxa says, heading below deck.

She claimed a room close to the deck-first to action, if it came for that.

But first, to check for stowaways-harmless, maybe, but an ungovernable vector she needed to be assured of.

...

Ryxa would spend most of her time the next week dueling and training swordplay-the Sailors were a rowdy lot, undisciplined, but with an abundance of energy and plenty of time to kill. She found giving them a bit of instruction to be enjoyable-hopefully they would fare better in their next skirmish. She expected many of them would be more than eager for something to test their skills on, soon enough...perhaps some of her less skilled members of her team could benefit, as well.

Other times, she would spend in meditation, or reading some of the books the captain kept. She was particularly curious about the Ocean Dragon, a massive sea beast said to swallow ships whole-along with their entire crews...one could hope they would be sleeping in their trenches, when her ship passed over.

Action: Claim any room closest to the stairwell that leads to the deck. Do a thorough check for stowaways the pass the time.

Otherwise, spend time teaching any of my teammates and the crew who are good with swords some basic drills, preparing them for any trouble that may arise.

[During the trip he tries to help out around the ship if possible otherwise he sits in his room going through fighting techniques with his dagger.

Ryxa knocks on Kyles door politely.

*clap, clap, clap*

[RangerCado]

Train with Ryxa and the sailors. Claim a cabin away from anyone else.

[kj1225]

Kyle opens the door.
"Hello. While I normally wouldn't complain about a pretty woman knocking on my door, I can't help but to think you want something."
Kyle opens the door wider and steps aside.
"In any case feel free to come in."
And then Kyle goes back to practicing with his dagger.

[Dwarmin]

Kyle opens the door.
"Hello. While I normally wouldn't complain about a pretty woman knocking on my door, I can't help but to think you want something."
Kyle opens the door wider and steps aside.
"In any case feel free to come in."
And then Kyle goes back to practicing with his dagger.

"It's not want I want, it's what you need.

If we're going to be fighting together, I'll need to know your fighting style.Yes, I know you would usually prefer to strike from the shadows...but why not learn some actual dueling skills? Not all the masters of the 101 blades use swords. We have masters of the dagger, the axe, the spear, the battle fan...

I could help you learn, if you were willing. Some basic parries and deflection...

I even know a style of fighting that would suit you-A short rapier and a parrying dagger in combination-that uses agility instead of raw power. You could stab to your hearts content, and still be quite deadly in a straight fight. Rylash would probably call it 'stacking the deck'...am I catching your attention?"

[kj1225]

"Well you had my attention at battle fan, but you caught my interest at rapier."
Kyle slams his dagger into a nearby wall and then faces Ryxa.
"I think I'd like to take a stab at it. Hehe, 'stab at it'. Who knows maybe if we have time I can show you the knife game, normally I wouldn't suggest it's but I think from what I've heard from you, you wouldn't mind trying it."

[Dwarmin]

"Blade games usually end with someone losing a hand, don't they?" She says, leaning back against the small desk in the room.

She seems to be in a playful mood.

[kj1225]

Kyle pulls his dagger out of the wall and walks over to the desk.
"Only if your bad at it. Watch this."
Kyle puts his hand with fingers spread out on the desk and stabs the dagger down underneath his thumb. He pulls the knife up and stabs the area above his thumb while beginning to sing and stab around his fingers in the pattern that is used by the knife game.
"Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop, chop, chop, and if I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off..."
And so on because I don't want to type the entire song.

[Dwarmin]

Ryxa lean forward, watching impassively as he completed the motion.

"Impressive. I remember such games when I was young...though, it was usually other men holding the blade, usually drunk, and them using my own hand.

Shall we play a game then, you and I?

Let's wager our lives. If so much as a single drop of my blood falls on the desk, I will answer any question you wish of me, anything you are interested in.

If we both complete a set, we can both ask a question of the other, before continuing on to another round.

Would you agree to these terms? It's a lovely way to get acquainted."

Her eyes, dancing with a pale blue fire.

[IpunchFaces]

Good day everyone, I'm applying for the waitlist.

Spoiler: Fode Spurthollow (click to show/hide)

NAME: Fode Spurthollow
RACE:  Ogre
GENDER: Male

CLASS: Bloodborn. While ogres warbands do not usually have a cohesive form of ranking or chain of command (not one which stays for long, anyway), the Bloodborn are generally accepted as the frontline of the army; Orges who had personally waded into the eye of war. In any battle they toss themselves into the fray, losing themselves in the haze of violence and bloodshed. Promising young ogres often lose their lives this way, inexperienced in the chaos of war and the harshness of combat. But those that survive arise from the battle no longer as an ogre, but as a machine of war. A Bloodborn.
 (+2F)

BACKGROUND:
 Like most, Fode enlisted in a warband at an early age; becoming already familiar with the savagery of war and battle by the time he reached adulthood. Blood on flesh gave ogres a thrill, and this rush was ever present during battle. His Warband was strong, and its warriors respected. It had claim over much of the surronding lands. Life was violent, and combat was good. And now, the warband had its eye over the neighbouring human settlement, lush with its promise of plunder and good battles.

The raid was going well. Houses were broken into, livestock was taken, and valuables stolen. The chaos was refeshing. And through the haze of bloodlust, Fode could make out a simply robed human riding towards them from a distance. What a fool, he thought, and charged. As he ran towards him, the human did not falter. Fode could see that he was aged, a wispy beard dancing in the wind. It didn't matter. He was an enemy. Just as he was within striking range, the old man raised a finger.

Fode barely managed to swing his axe before a flare of searing pain erupted from his chest. It felt like a sun was blooming in his lungs. He gasped, momentum lost. Fode had no idea what was happening. The last thing he felt before blacking out were hooves slamming onto his chest.

What he woke up to were the charred remains of the raiding party. The trail of destruction led up to the mountains where they came from. And in the distance, Fode could see thick smoke rising, right where the warband's forward camp would be. And as he dragged his axe and broken body to it, his speculations were correct.

There was a small crater where the camp used to be. And hoofprints leading away from it.

Now Fode had two choices. Go back to his territories and be labelled a failure and prey on for the rest of his life, or brave the rest of the world with only his broken and singed armour as protection. The choice was obvious.

Fode did not really care who the old man was. What he did want to know was how cause such destruction with such a feeble body, and what that power was. Fode knew then that he must find the old man. Ask him where his powers came from.

And if he chooses to stay silent, then his blade will carve the answers from him.

E: 2+2+0=4
A: 0-2+0=-2
F:2+2+2=6
W:0-2+0=-2

"Give me the strongest. Though I doubt It'll have much effect; pathetic human swill."

[sjm9876]

((Waitlisted.))

[scapheap]

Claim a cabin near to the deck(or on the deck, but I beleave that one would be the captain)

Clair hears Ryxa talking and hang outside, waiting for the repressed whimper of pain.