Rated M for possible mature content including sex, violence, language, prejudice, graphic situations, and drug use.
Voyage of the Storm Breaker pt2
Fortune and glory awaits the brave
Storm Breaker OOC still open to sheets.
A notice in your local tavern
Citizen of Tamriel,
Do you wish for adventure, danger, and the chance to earn gold and fame beyond your wildest dreams? I am looking for just your type of person, on request of High King Ulfric Stormcloak of Skyrim, I will soon be embarking on a long and historic quest to map out the entirety of our world. This venture will require not only experienced Sailors, but ambitious Mercenaries, skilled Healers and expert Craftsmen. All walks of life are welcome and any skillsets will be much appreciated, but you will also be required to listen to the Ship's Officers.
Space will be limited on the Storm Breaker so bring only the essentials and nothing you will be afraid of losing in the event of a bad storm or other misfortune. If you believe you can handle this life meet me in Solitude harbor in the land of Skyrim on Middas the 13th of Midyear. We will enjoy the Mid-Year Celebration in style before departing for the Summerset Isles mapping everything we see along the way. Priests of the Nine Divine will be there to bless our journey and the people of Tamriel will be cheering our names! Be prompt or you will be left behind.
Sincerely
Lord Allester Winterblade
Weariness is such a curse on land, but it is a pale shadow compared to weariness at sea. At least on land you can stop moving and rest. At sea you're always moving with rocking waves, and even to a seasoned sailor it can wear you down. This weariness tied well into the aftermath that was the royal scandal they stepped in with coming to the aide of the Dragon Knights.
That was such a mess, so much so Allester had to leave part of his crew in Daggerfall to deal with it all. If he never had to deal with the politics of monarchs again it would be too soon. But the old Nord had a feeling it would continue to hound his heels like a rabid wolf. At least it was sunny and cool as the Storm Breaker made it's way to Sentinel, Hammerfell.
The journey wasn't a long one, a few days by crow reckoning. But the mission was to map Tamriel and that meant the Lilac Bay as well. Lord-Captain Winterblade didn't expect such a place to change geographically...it was politically he expected to find change. Orsinium was established and quickly built power thanks to the highest concentration of Berserker warriors, King Groug, and the massive demand for Orc smith work he built after summoning all wayward Orc Tribes into the lands of the country and limiting the export of Orc goods. That along with the rumors of the ancient Sword-Singer groups making a dark return as shadowy terrorists, Hammerfell might prove to be even more of a powder keg than High Rock was.
It would be a few more hours before the ship made landfall. Turning from the undulating waves the Iron Bear looked across the deck at the remaining skeleton crew he had. Miri was gone as was Isus, Tabitha, Graesin and others. Those that were left were solid warriors and sailors, but they were few in number. Hopefully he could find more crew somewhere in the city of Sentinel.
Moving past and around his lounging crew, the Captain entered his cabin to begin gathering the papers and items he needed upon docking.
*A few hours later, mid-day*
As the Storm Breaker nosed into the docks the Sailors went about quickly securing the ship and cargo along with whatever trade items they had picked up in Daggerfall. This would take some time so the old Nord gathered his crew and set about the orders for the day.
"Ok listen up everyone! I know it wasn't much of a trip, but here we are in Sentinel. It will take some time to get the cargo unloaded and get ourselves set up for the night. Officers, I need to have a short meeting with you, but everyone else you are free to go enjoy the city. Return here before dusk and do try to stay out of trouble we've had enough of that this voyage. Dismissed."
With the orders given Allester motioned for his fellow officers to follow him into his cabin while Lars was in charge of keeping an eye on things.
*In the Captain's Cabin*
Laid out on Allester's table were scrolls and news paper clippings he gathered back in High Rock about the current state of Hammerfell. With a sigh the old man began.
"Well lads, as you can see this place is almost the same level of trouble as Daggerfall, do you lot have anything to add to what I have here already?"
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