(M) The Voyage of the Storm Breaker pt2 IC

[SikstaSlathalin]

Rated M for possible mature content including sex, violence, language, prejudice, graphic situations, and drug use.


Voyage of the Storm Breaker pt2

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Fortune and glory awaits the brave


Storm Breaker OOC (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75870&p=2605580&viewfull=1#post2605580) 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?"

[StormWolf]

The winds were changing. No longer did they carry a bitter chill of northern Tamriel, but the steadily growing heat began to bear down with each day. Pulling to the port city of Sentinel, Starkad had foregone furs and leathers almost entirely, preferring to wear little more than his tunic and trousers when on deck. Surveying the milling crew from the top deck, Starkad pushed his way through his tankard of ale, which was nearly as hot as the air, and likely more stale than not. Grimacing as he threw back the rest of the drink, Starkad latched his tankard to his belt and followed the Lord-Captain when he called for his officers.

"Aye, sir," Starkad said after a long pause. He was still not entirely accustomed to the First Mate's pin upon his chest. For such a small thing, it was heavy. Starkad hadn't been granted rank or command since his time in the Stormcloak army, and it wasn't long ago that Starkad would have been on deck with the rest of the crew, manning lines rather than telling them to. Stepping into Allester's quarters, which were humble for a man of title and Captain's pension, but just right for the way the Old Bear worked. Starkad took his place beside Allester at the table, reviewing the sprawled scrolls and the reports etched upon them,

"You always have a talent of bringing us to places rife with... local color," Starkad mused with a wry smile, "I'd encourage the crew to travel in groups when they disembark. We don't want the Solitude fiasco to happen again, especially in a place where we are all outsiders." Starkad stroked his beard as he thought back to the melee the night before the Storm Breaker's departure from Skyrim. It was a messy affair including town guards, persecuted members of the crew, and some... third party intervention.

"Doubled guard duty for doubled rations wouldn't go amiss, either. Don't want to have any cargo walk away without us knowing," said Starkad as he surveyed the unpleasant criminal rates in the port areas of Sentinel. Having thieves make away with their cargo or crewmen getting accosted in the bazaar would not bode well. Anything that had a chance of drawing Al'akir notice should be directly avoided. Starkad considered himself a skilled swordsman, if not one of the best aboard, but he still bore a deep scar from a poorly picked fight against an Al'akir.

[Bionicllama]

Rostikar never liked the smell of taverns. Sweaty men and dirty women never really mixed well and the stench of stale alcohol simply added to his disgust. The city didn't smell much better as it simply "aired out" the smell. Yet this is where he is found spending his time with a tankard of foul smelling ale. He quickly downed it and paid his bill. The sailors in the tavern were saying that the Storm Breaker had landed just moments ago and he wanted to get out of this city as soon as possible. It's been ages since he has set foot on a ship though he was confident he would find them quickly enough. As he exited the building he heard a fight already breaking out inside. He sighed and made his way to the docks.

The former mercenary had only been in this part of Sentinel a couple of times before. The jobs had always paid well here but were never abundant. He remembered nights of shaking people that haven't paid their debts or raiding store houses. True he has never really gained money by legal means but money was money no matter who's blood was on it. Thinking of this brought his mind towards the few coins still remaining with in his pouch. Rostikar had already resigned from his mercenary group so if the captain of the Storm Breaker decided he wasn't needed then he was truly fucked.

It didn't take long to recognize the Storm Breaker and their crew. There were far less people than he imagined and this is probably why they were recruiting. He leaned against a wall and watched them file out but none of them looked like the captain-y type. He must still be on the ship and so he would wait until he came.

[Storm]

A restlessness drapes over her much as a heavy wool blanket during the harshest of winter evenings. At times the land of dreams is a far more parlous place than the land of the awake. The sounds from within the home she had made and finally was walking away from still touch away at the cold exterior she keeps up, yet within the quilt of the bed she lay in, they envelop her. The sun rays filter through the dusty glass window of her room casting a soft light upon her perspiring features. Her eyes slowly open to meet yet another day.

As her feet touch upon the floor, she could already hear some commotion from the patrons below. As she hears a tapping upon her door, she replies to enter while standing fully, her steel dagger behind her back in the event it is a rowdy patron rapping upon her door. The elderly woman whom controls the tavern opens the door offering a smile
“I see the sun has awakened you already my dear, I have a tub of warm water if you wish to freshen up before those others with room awaken.”

She follows the woman to a small room with a barrel containing a rarity within these taverns, fresh water to bathe in. After a relaxing bath, she steps out of the barrel thanking the woman for the towel she dries herself and the dagger she keeps in the barrel while bathing. She steps down the hall back to her room ensuring her equipment roll is still stowed properly anticipating this Storm Breaker arriving within port any day. This early in the morning she anticipates many of the men down in the tavern would be on overnight drunks or passed out so she leaves her sword in room and only sheaths her dagger before heading downstairs.

*Mid Day*

Already having a small corner toward the back of the tavern occupied, she would keep watch on the various men and beings that made way in and out of the tavern while sipping on a mild wine. As the first of the Storm Breaker crew made way into the tavern announcing his ship, she stood and made her way toward the counter leaving coin for her stay. Before she could turn and head to her room, a firm hand grasped her buttocks and the odor of ale slapped her as a man offered to marry her for the night. She softly rolled her eyes and shook her head as several local men could be seen taking bets. She looked to the blood shot eyed man and seductively offered
“I am sure you would love for me to show you something you’ve never seen before, won’t you dearie?”
The man leaned closer to her looking into her cleavage moving his head to rest between her breasts muttering “Do show me winch…”
With her left hand rested on his forehead gently pushing his head away from her chest while with her right hand, dagger in hand and tapping on his groin, a chill in her tone
“Stay here and I’ll show you the other end!”

Wide eyed the blood shot man steps back and starts to stagger toward another woman sitting farther away. She slides her dagger back in sheath and makes way toward the stairs to her room. Passing the two placing bets couldn’t help to smile at their argument. One stating he won as she took care of the drunk but the other claiming he won since she didn’t gut or castrate him. She quickly heads up the steps and into her room. She double checks that her travel roll is secure and that her water skin has fresh water. She steps outside her room one last time and back down the steps. She moves about several fights which have already started and out the tavern.

The warmth of the sun bathes her as she makes her way to the harbor. Having not served on a ship before, she was not sure the procedure that would need done to sign up for boarding this Storm Breaker. As she makes her way toward the docked ships, she takes note of one she had not seen before assuming this would be the one looking for crew. Absent a table or anyone apparently calling for crew, she did however take notice of Rostikar figuring he was possibly also looking for this Storm Breaker. She softly walks close to where he was before resting her travel roll on the ground. Takes a brief look over toward Rostikar thinking he was not too hard on the eyes before focusing more upon this Storm Breaker surmising what she needed do to gain boarding.

[StormyNyte]

The journey to Sentinel hadn’t taken long, but the Khajiit was more than ready to make landfall once again. The political fiasco back in Daggerfall had done well to leave her nerves well frayed. Never before had she been forced to leave comrades behind against her will, it felt as though they had abandoned family and Khinada was taking the loss hard. As ready to be off as she was though, she refused to stray too far from the ship. Starkad, with his new position as First Mate, had been summoned along with the rest of the ship’s officers to Allester’s quarters, she could only assumed to discuss their next move. The temptation of a hot bath, a good meal, and a pint of ale was like an angler’s lure to her, but for now she had to resist its siren call. They were outsiders here and she was not entirely eager to get caught alone again in an unfamiliar place. Experience had taught her that much.

Unhindered by her leather armor, which had been stowed away in her sea chest since they had put Daggerfall behind them, she sprung onto the railing and, with her feet free of any noisy boots, silently paced its length with sure and practiced steps. Her golden eyes surveyed the docks as she moved, taking in the scene and studying faces. There were a few here who meant to join their crew, to be sure, but there were also those with less savory intentions moving about. Her slender tail twitched behind her at the thought and as the sea breeze softly flowed past, she inhaled the salty air through her nose and gave a soft sigh. With an effortless leap, she vaulted from the railing and landed on the gangplank to make her way down to the dock on dancing feet. Pleasures had waited this long, it wouldn’t hurt them to wait a while longer. For now, she would busy herself with helping to unload the ship.

[SikstaSlathalin]

*Allester*

The Old Nord chuckled at Stark's remark.
"Ay sadly that seems to be the case. Maybe we'll find someplace not full of bloodthirsty rebels and cutthroat nobles in the next port." Iron Bear lifted his pipe and lit it puffing on it thoughtfully. As usual Stark's military mind spoke with practicality and good old sense.
"Ay we don't need to repeat that even more so since we're half the numbers we were then. Daimus do we have the means and numbers to make that possible?" He asked looking at the Quartermaster.

*Do'Magazo*

"Hmm Magazo, loves the smell of the sea. But he is loving the smell of landfood more." The Cathay-Raht said to himself as the ship finally made port in Hammerfell. Granted the trip wasn't that long from Daggerfall, but being trapped and tortured doesn't leave much room for food. And the Jaguar man was looking forward to something more than whatever broth and bread Jolly could scrape up for them. He would have to talk with Daimus about expanding the Cook's larder before they went to sea again.

As the Captain gave the crew leave, Do'Magazo quickly went to change into a fresh set of clothes and grabbed his saber and dagger before watching the only other Khajiit on board dance along the rails of the ship and down the planks. Khinada, at first Magazo was expecting to see the big Ice Wolf clomping along besides her but he wasn't, it was Magazo's understanding they were a couple now. At first the idea of a Khajiitt and a Nord being a couple and possibly creating offspring made his hair rise up a little, he wasn't even sure such a thing was physically possible. The Man and Beast races were so very different it didn't seem to make sense, but only the Gods know for sure.

What the big fighter did know for sure though was she should not be roaming Sentinel by herself, or be unloading heavy crates on her own. Moving down besides the female Magazo smiled picking up a large crate and moving it to the stack on the pier.
"This one thinks Khinada could use some help." Moving around he saw a couple of people, a young Nord man and a young Redguard woman looking up at the ship expectantly, they looked like that wanted to speak with someone about joining.

Magazo was someone to speak you about joining!
"Hey new friends, the Captain is in meeting. But Magazo thinks if you are wishing to join you can help with crates and be getting on his good side!"

[StormyNyte]

Well, it's about bloody time... The Wraithheart thought to herself as her slender legs carried her across the deck to peer over the side. To the Snow Elf, the warmer air of this new place was most unpleasant and it easily put her into a fouler mood than normal. The high noon sun accentuated her stark white features, her skin shimmering like fine alabaster in its incriminating rays. Her icy eyes narrowed as she looked out upon the city. A buzzing hive of thieves and cut-throats, no doubt, and her with little more than a dagger and a few trivial healing incantations to ward them off.

Her frigid gaze loomed over those coming and going from the docks before she turned away with a frown, reaching to pull her hood up to hide her face. It may have been hot enough to cause the witch to tie her hair away from her neck, but there was little that could keep her from forgoing what anonymity her robes could provide; especially in these strange lands. One hand fell to idly rest near the hilt of the loaned dagger which she kept nestled securely on the inside of her belted sash. Its presence was a small comfort to her in her time of magical imprisonment, though she would sooner open a vein than admit it.

In her current state, Arayna was in no hurry to leave the safety of the ship so, for now at least, she settled on waiting for an escort for their shore leave.

[Bionicllama]

Rostikar was not known for being a patient man, and when he stood in the same place for minutes while others of the crew were getting off he was becoming a little agitated. He was about to go up to the ship himself before a large Khajit man came up to him, this was when he first noticed Krisandra next to him. He nodded acknowledgement in her direction and listened to the newcomer. "Well, never thought the first thing I'd be doing today was carrying cargo, but I guess it beats staying here in the sun." Walking over to the wooden crates he proceeded to lift one with a huff and moved it to his shoulder. "Tell me, does your captain always take his sweet time in the ship?" He said it more to himself than to anyone in particular though he was sure the two would have overheard him.

As he walked he smiled over to the Redguard woman. "At the very least there'll be somethin' pretty to look at." Rostikar looked at the city as he carried the crate. He had to admit he would miss the piss-poor town. He spent a lot of good years here and made some semblances of friends with his group. Even still he knew it wasn't for him. Shaking down debtors and scaring the shite out of people simply was not his style. For some reason he felt an attraction to the Storm Breaker, that it would bring something new and important, something that would bring purpose to his life once again. And maybe, just maybe, have something that felt like family.

[Storm]

As the pier became more active, her attention was drawn upon Magazo as he spoke. Certain that this was the ship which was looking for help, she pushed off the wall keeping those already unloading cargo in view. She glanced over toward where Rostikar was standing however he was already making his way toward various crates. As he was carrying a crate, she was about to offer words to the cute man however he spoke first

"At the very least there'll be somethin' pretty to look at."

She offers a soft smile, more under her breath whispers “Charmer.” Well, at least the cute guy didn’t grab her ass. Finding herself watching him as he passed for a rather long time, she looks back toward Magazo while making her way up toward the various cargo crates. As she crouches to wrap her arms around a medium sized container, strains at her legs to rise with the crate in tow. Passing him, she offers a wink and a pleasant though labored “Anything to find favor with your Captain… Magazo was it?” Keeping a slow steady pace as she passed “It is Krisandra if you would be as so kind to speak my name to your Captain … friend” the last part obvious sounding somewhat winded.

At the bottom of the plank, she looks upon Rostikar once again, her skin already glistening with fine perspiration beads against the afternoon sun rays. Moving what she anticipated to be a light crate, sets it along others the crew was stacking. Taking a moment to wipe her forehead, in a panted tone “Wonder what is in that, the entire Naval Fleet?” By no means was she a frail woman yet this crate did manage to rather kick her ass.

As she turned to start back to gather more cargo, her peripheral vision caught sight of Arayna. She cups her hand over her brows to shield her eyes from the brilliant sun, yes, that does appear to be what she had always heard of having never really seen a Snow Elf before. She extends the hand she shields into a wave in Arayna’s general direction before turning to continue assisting this crew anyway she can in unloading the ships cargo.

[Jacogos]

"Hmmm...?"

Daimus fluttered his eyes for a moment as he regained full consciousness, looking over at the stern face of Captain Winterblade with a vague expression plastered to his own. Within a heartbeat, his eyes shot open wide and he regained his posture, sitting up in his seat to look at the ready once more.

"Sorry, Captain, haven't been sleeping well recently," he quickly stammered out, looking over at Starkad apologetically. It took him a moment to remember what the brutish Nord had said before he could actually get to replying to the Captain's question. "Ah... right, heightened watch. I mean, with the kind of crew we have now..." Daimus did a quick tally of the crewmen and hireling in his head, a feat that was only delayed due to the fog still swirling in his head. Wake up, you blasted Mer, you're not in your twilight years yet!

"If we rotate as normal, we might be able to get one or two extras on to each watch, but that would exhaust our roster unless some individuals forgo more sleep for a second watch. It might be easier on a group that takes first watch and then last watch, but otherwise we'd be pushing it." He frowned, thinking on other possibilities, but ended up only drawing blanks. "Perhaps setting up more watch shifts with set intervals for certain groups. Each group would take two shifts, technically, but each shift would be spaced out to give them time to rest before their next one and then again before morning." He frowned further, trying to make sure that made sense at all, then grumbled and shook his head in irritation.

"Either way, that's about the best we can do until we bolster our numbers or shift around the watches. Also, Lucky says we're running low on salt and some spices, if he could get the extra admissions for that before he goes into the city. I told him to wait until after this meeting for your answer." Daimus settled back after his spiel and awaited the Captain's answer, his mind once again threatening to drift off as he did.

[Juicesir]

The handle to the door of the Captain's cabin turned slowly so as not to disturb. As the door creaked open, the hand which clutched it on the other side again became visible, the arm appearing as if it were growing out of the hand itself, and eventually giving way to the full body of an orcish woman with striking looks.

"Apologies," was the only word Urzul the Unwanted muttered as the spell of invisibility fully wore off. Closing the door behind her, she then seated herself at the only open chair at the table the other three loomed over. Meetings of this sort were not good to be late too, and she knew her presence - or rather, lack thereof - had likely been noted. This thought standing, she moved with the grace of one who wished to not make a disturbance.

The cabin was warmer than even the outside was, yet still she did not doff her robes. She did not even allow the convenience of letting her hood down, which caused the candlelight to give a sinister depth to her otherwise pallid expression.

Her mood had been dour ever since they crossed down from Daggerfall. It had been fine being on the long end of the peninsula for a while, but the proximity to Nova Orsinium only set her to ill ease once more. Such was her disposition that she had again taken to the habit of literally being invisible when on deck. Her quarters, and the Captain's meetings, were the only times her guard was down.

It was not her way to ask to be caught up on affairs, nor to interject with her activities. The Captain would speak in his own time and way, and she would fill in what she had missed via context. And so Urzul sat, and settled into the feeling of the chair.

[StormyNyte]

Khinada offered a quick smile to the other Khajiit as their work continued, “The assistance is much appreciated, friend.” Glancing up when Magazo spoke again, she noticed the newcomers and offered a nod of greeting as she hefted another crate and moved to stack it with the rest, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle at the male stranger’s impatience. Her back was turned when it happened, but a sudden shout and loud crash whirled her around with a start.

Ortis was sprawled at the end of the gangplank with a large crate big enough to need at least two very strong people to carry sitting heavily on his left leg. He was yelling and cursing in pain as crew members scrambled to lift it off him. By the time Khinada got to them, the crate had been lifted off. The sight of the man’s lower leg drew a hiss from her lips, his foot was bent at the ankle in a very unnatural position. There was little the Khajiit could do for him at that point that others weren’t already doing and her healing potions were back on the ship which was nearly impossible to get back to presently due to the sudden crowd, so she did well to stay out of the way.
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Arayna cursed softly to herself when she heard the commotion and peered over the railing. Her thoughts soured when she viewed the scene, What's the damn drunken fool managed to do to himself now... With a huff, she smoothed her robes in a quick and irritated manner and stalked across the deck to the gangplank. “Out of the way! MOVE!” Her haughty commands were snapped until the others reluctantly made way for her.

Now standing over Ortis, she stared down at the injured man with a look of mild distain and clicked her tongue in a tisk at his current state. The old Nord’s brow knitted into a pained scowl as he growled. “You just keep away from me, you damn witch; I don’t need your help!” The Wraithheart raised a brow at that and gave an icy laugh. “Is that so? Very well, old fool. Refuse my help. From the looks of it, your ankle’s well broken. By the end of the week, your own blood will be poison to you and you’ll burn from the inside out. Before the second turn of the moon you’ll be begging your Talos for a quick death.”

She crossed her arms and continued, “Normally, I wouldn’t mind listening to your piteous screams, but while we’re docked here I’d rather not be bothered by attention it would attract. The choice is yours.” Ortis eyed her hard for a long moment before finally grumbling through gritted teeth his compliance. Unfolding her arms, she knelt and produced her dagger. Ortis tensed, but she paid his apprehension little heed as she hooked the blade beneath the hem of his trouser leg and sliced up through the material to get a better look at the injury. His boot had already been removed before she got there.

His ankle had already begun to swell and take on a sickly rainbow of coloration by this point. With an appraising look, she probed the afflicted area none too gently with knowing fingers and gave a slight smirk of satisfaction when she heard him hiss in pain through clenched teeth. “There are bones out of place and needing to be set, Nord, deep breath now…” With little more than that for warning, she seized his foot and jerked it toward herself with a twist, ripping a sudden scream from the man before he could collect himself; panting and his brow dripping with sweat at this point as he cursed her for breathing.

She paid his words little attention and actually went so far as to chide him as one would a child. “Do try to maintain yourself, Ortis, you’re becoming a spectacle.” Ignoring the looks he and the rest in attendance now were giving her, she grasped his ankle once more in her thin fingers and began to chant. Her eyelids drew down and her face was utter concentration as she wove the needed spells; so focused on the task that whole of Oblivion could be raining down upon them at this very moment and she would not know. Her ivory brow began to bead with perspiration as the faint orange incandescence surrounding her hands engulfed his leg from foot to knee, quickly building in brilliance until it burned like a fire between them until its light was snuffed leaving all who had stared momentarily dazzled.

They were both panting by the time the incantation was done and when she released him she fell back onto one hip, seeming exhausted. After a long moment of silently regarding each other, Arayna finally spoke. “You should be able to walk with little more than a limp for a time. I suggest you rest it for at least a day… “ They were both finally finding their feet now. “And Ortis… if you ever decide to unload cargo again with the taste of mead still fresh on your tongue I will re-break your leg myself…” That said, she turned without another word and shakily made her way back onto the ship.

[SikstaSlathalin]

*Allester*

As his new second mate entered the Captain nodded to the woman's use of an invisibility spell. Sentinel wasn't a good place for an Orc during "normal" times. But in times where Nova Orsinium is an established and large potential threat to Hammerfell, it would almost be akin to asking for death or to be assaulted. And even with Urzul's connections around Tamriel he wasn't sure she'd survive.

Luckily his other two officers had a voiced good ideas and he would roll with them.
"Good of you to join us Urzul, you are just in time for your first orders as Second Mate. You and Stark are to arrange a watch list with groups working two shift, but with decent intervals between shifts until we can find some more recruits to lighten the load. Daimus, you are falling asleep where you sit. Give me a list of the needed items and I'll handle things with Jolly, try and get some sleep each watch shift is going to need one of us awake to handle any emergencies that may arise. Now..." Before the Captain can finish his next though a commotion on deck made him reach for his long sword at his hip and move past his officers moving for the door. Informally ending the meeting, exiting his cabin the old Nord saw the crew crowding around something with the Snow Elf Witches voice listing above their words. At first he thought she had snapped again, but at the sight of Volare standing off to the side puffing on his pipe slowly watching everything set his mind at ease.

Sheathing his blade he moved to the group.
"Back to your duties! There's still work to be done before everyone gets shore leave!" With grumbles and nods the Sailors and Mercs still on the ship moved away from Ortis and Arayna giving Captain Winterblade room to study the situation more. As usual Ortis was drunk and now he was limping lightly, the Snow Elf was wearing her usual unhappy venomous glare, but the air tingles around them like magic had just been used. It seems the Ship had a healer now, granted a very obligated Healer, but one nonetheless.

The man didn't need any further explanation, he simply waved his hand dismissing the whole thing.
"Ortis, sober up then go about cleaning the ship like you are paid to do. Arayna, good work healing Ortis, you and Volare are free to go ashore and gather supplies for the Ship's Healer's quarters. Just be back before sundown and try to stay out of trouble." The Nord nodded to the woman before turning to Volare giving him a more serious nod before going to inspect the crate that fell on Ortis. It would be a shame if he had to take the cost of any damaged cargo out of the old drunkard's payment.

*Volare*

Sea travel was something both novel and mundane for the old Snow Elf. He'd been on ships many times weather it be scouting missions from Roscrea, or when he was called into battle. But even with all his experiences the actual floating on a massive expanse of water hiding untold dangers and wonder made him slightly giddy. He could control it fairly well, but those close to him like Snowfall and maybe Arayna could probably notice the old warrior's lifted spirit.

He was enjoying the last of his special Bastion blend of pipeweed wrapped in a light colored cloak, when the old drunk Sailor, Ortis the Misty-Eyed stumbled over his own mead heavy feet and dropped a crate on his leg, breaking the ankle. It proved to the Snow Elf that not all Nords can function just as well drunk as they did sober. He contemplated helping the man, but Arayna jumped forward to help which surprised the old Mer. She healed the man's leg and gave him a sound warning, hearing the woman scold the Nord like a mother would do to her foolish child made him laugh softly around his pipe as the Captain came to investigate and with all the power and authority the warrior earned he cleared the area and set Ortis and the Witch on tasks and he set Volare on task as well for he was to go with Arayna for healing supplies.

Now that he thinks of it Volare wasn't sure when he saw anyone claiming to be the ship's healer roaming about, but it seems Lord Winterblade just filled that void with the Wraithheart.

Nodding to the Nord, Volare approached Arayna and offered her his arm smiling around his pipe still.
"Shall we go shopping Mistress Healer?"


*Magazo*

As Ortis got hurt, Do'Magazo found himself rolling his eyes and continuing on with the unloading of the crates. Soon after the man was healed by the Ice Elf Witch Magazo and the other crew had finished unloading the crates the Captain arrived and set things back on track before coming down to check on the cargo and no doubt discuss things with any new recruits before finding the local Sailor's Guild and getting the Storm Breaker's paperwork dealt with.

Turning towards the young Nord and Redguard he nodded towards Allester.
"There is being our Captain, Lord Allester Winterblade, maybe you are recognizing the name? Either way Magazo is wishing you best of luck." The big fighter was sure Allester would bring them aboard. For now though he was free of anything to do so he turned to Khinada and smiled lightly.
"This one wonders if Khinada would like to accompany him into the city. Magazo is smelling some fresh fish and his stomach is eager for something other than Jolly's cooking." The big Khajiit continued to smile then bowed slightly towards Khinada waving his hand out before him encompassing the whole port.

[Megilwen]

Rae had just gotten to the docks as the a yell and a curse was heard across the docks, people gathering toward the source of the commotion, so she followed. Normally with such a yell there would be a need for a healer. Pushing her way to the front of the crowd, she saw a Snow Elf already there casting the some healing spells, while snapping at the injured man. Rae stood and watched. The woman's bedside manner was certainly lacking and she didn't seem exactly comfortable with the healing spells, snapping the foot back into place like that really only helped if the spell wasn't able to do the rearrangement in the first place. However, it seemed the ship wouldn't be in need of a healer. Maybe her other skills would be useful. Alchemy or even her destruction magics.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a man barked orders to the surrounding crew members as the injured man limped still slightly. He must have been the Captain and the one to talk to about joining up with the crew. Rae unrolled the letter she held reading the man's name again. Lord Winterblade. Rolling the letter back up in her hand, she adjusted her bag before moving after the man, calling after him. As she wove through the people easily, she couldn't help but notice the size difference as she drew nearer. She'd met a few Nords in her past, but she always forgot just how much taller they were over her. He was nearly 2 feet taller than her.

"Lord Winterblade!" She called out trying to grab his attention, as she held up the skirt of her robes as she moved nearer to him.

[Juicesir]

Even before the Captain requested it of her, the out-of-place feeling she was so accustomed to once again overtook her. This was not her table to sit at, not her orders to give. She barely felt at ease in the Cartel and its work; the Storm Breaker was simply an uneventful means to many ends. The mobility afforded would have to suffice, and her discomfort among the crew was apparently the price.

Not that there was truly any place for the Orc to belong.

Before Urzul was able to confer with Starkad, the commotion on deck drew the attention of the Captain. One impromptu dismissal later, and the three officers were left sitting in their seats. Dai was nearly comatose.

Turning to Starkad, Urzul offered a toothy and simpering grin. "Never a dull moment." The grin fell as soon as she stood. Rather than recast the spell, she allowed herself to visibly exit the Captain's cabin and stand by his side as he barked at what the deck scullions did best on this ship: cause trouble.

The situation was petty, as per usual. Drunken and disorderly was essentially how Nords functioned, she had long noted. Surprising to see the Snow Elf was apparently the one the Captain regarded as healer. Urzul mused quietly about whether that pale elf's magic was worth half as much as hers. But Urzul did not need to flaunt, especially not in the presence of Hammerfell.

Waiting for Starkad just outside the Captain's quarters, she availed herself of some sunlight. Still she wore her Psijic robes and full garments, despite the heat of this place. Or perhaps in spite of it. Urzul's existence pretty much stood in spite of most things, she had found. Monikers were easier to come by when you stood beside your scruples.

Resting one elbow on the banister overlooking the main deck, she heavily inhaled the salty air, so full of dust and other tempestuous things. Such was her life here, a quiet nonexistence on a ship full of bumblers. At least she had making the watch list to look forward to.

[Storm]

Resting yet another crate where directed, her skin moist and shiny as the sun beat down on those in the day's rays. Suddenly there was a loud commotion, a rather stoutly man had an accident. She sprinted in his direction however other crew had already surrounded the man and were coming to his aide. She took a pace back as Arayna approached and began casting a healing spell upon the elder Nord. She had heard stories of those with the ability to heal without touch however had never seen such … till this day. As the brilliance of light emanated from the old Nord’s leg, she shielded her eyes keeping focused on the event before her with an amazement.


Lost in thought forgoing all the tales of caution toward strangers, she briefly casts a gaze toward the cute Nord aside her, her own words soft

“Have you ever seen such? How can she cast such upon someone, how useful such a gift would be…”


As Arayna slowly makes way back upon the ship, her attention is drawn to the Khajiit as he formally points out the Captain of this ship. She will definitely try and make this other woman’s acquaintance at another time, for now though she looks toward the younger Nord, her expression and tone somewhat impersonal raising the protectiveness of not getting close to strangers, rather she finds them cute or not, which is more typical of her

“What say you, do you desire to see his lordship about voyage aboard this ship?” Her features are betrayed as she nibbles at her bottom lip dearly hoping she phrased this correctly not wanting to be seen as unskilled in maritime ways.


Rostikar couldn't help but laugh to himself as he witnessed the drunkard stumble upon himself. He's seen it many times in his old company and it still never gets old. He was surprised, however, that the ship had a healer. It was reassuring that he wouldn't have to have needles and thread in order to patch him up. It was an interesting sight to see, the bones mended themselves, the blood that hadn't dried went back into his body, and the wound was sutured as if a skilled surgeon had done it himself. If he had any aptitude for magic himself the young Nord would have studied healing magic as well. Being able to close up wounds in a pinch was always useful.


"Yes, I've seen it twice before. It's always a spectacle to see though try not to rely on it too much. You never get used to the feeling of your bones being placed and your skin coming back together. Gods, it still gives me the chills."


He chuckled to himself as the woman beside him talked about meeting the captain. "Not sure how you can call him lord of anything when you don't even know the man. He's the captain of a very large ship with a very dangerous crew. He's an important man, a powerful one too, though I wouldn't call him a lord unless he's that kind of person. Unless, of course, you want to court him." He said the last part teasingly and winked at her.

She stands in place folding her arms, her face scrunches to the point her nose wrinkles, in more of an insulted tone

“Court his lordship… what kind of woman do you think I ….” her words spit out before fully thinking, when finally registering his own teasing tone and mannerisms. This cute man certainly does not seem the kind she is accustomed to seeing, witty too. Not to let on that she fell straight into his joke she lets out a little *humph* before relaxing her posture. She wipes away some perspiration from her forehead as she resumes a pleasant tone to this clever man


“Would it cast shock onto you were I to speak that I have no experience on these ships? Would it be asking a great burden upon you were I to ask if you might see favor in speaking to this Captain on both our behalfs? I imagine you should know what name I am known as should this Captain question such, it is Krisandra. If not too troublesome, to what name are you known by, again, only in such event this Captain should ask this of me?”


She is deep in thought ~Yes, that is proper to ask, the man who is easy on my eyes would need to know my name, no, I am not flirting such as a barmaid would for coin, and I would need to be familiar with his name should his lordship inquire this of me~ running through her mind in addition to other such thoughts trying to justify to herself for her bold inquiry into his name.


Rostikar shook his head. “It’s not at all surprising. I myself have only been on a ship twice, though they were for extended periods. Also, I wouldn’t mind you being on this voyage as well, but I have no intention in doing your work for you. You’ll have to earn your way by your own merrit, something that I’m sure you won’t have too much trouble in doing.” He turned away and walked towards the Captain. “My name is Rostikar, though call my Ros if you prefer. It’s nice to meet you.”


Her attention is drawn to the slender female calling out for the Captain, as Rae drew near to the Captain, quickly Krisandra looks to the cute Nord making his way in the Captain’s direction. She couldn’t help to be somewhat offended at the thought the cute Nord might have it in his mind that she would in anyway ask a man to handle her responsibilities yet he has only just had her acquaintance for this brief time.


“Well Ros, let us not lose an opportunity the mysterious woman calling to Lord Winterblade has provided…?”


With that she makes haste up the gangplank even though Ros was already on his way, she keeps the intimidating looking Captain and the other female in her sight. As she approaches still feeling slightly insulted toward the cute man’s bold presumption, she offers in a firm tone to this massive man before her taking care so as not to interrupt the other woman within Winterblade’s presence


“Lord Winterblade, a pleasure sir, tis my understanding that you seek able body persons for your voyage. I am known as Krisandra…” motioning her head back in Rostikar direction “... and he as Rostikar, we wish to offer our service to your vessel sir. We have both been of use to your fine crew in unloading cargo from this fine ship…” She awaits Winterblade or Rostikar to speak, mayhaps even for the other woman whom might have a tissy fit for the interruption. She couldn’t help, but give an ever so slight sneer in Rostikar’s direction thinking ~Earn my own merit? Mayhaps you need worry now about your own merit~


Rostikar nodded in the Captain’s direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Captain.” He changed his stance to make sure his feet were square and that his arms were held behind his waist. He wouldn’t voice it but he was a little relieved to see that a fellow Nord was commanding the ship. He had no problem with another person doing it but he felt like he could have a better connection with him now that he knows that they have the same heritage.


Even if he wasn’t a Nord he was sure he could follow this man into any land, or water is it may be. He had the body of a true warrior and the scars to prove it. Even though Winterblade was older he could tell that he was still in peak condition and that his mind was not yet gone. Rostikar’s blue eyes stared into the Captain’s for a moment and he liked what he saw, a leader. “I’ve got to say Captain, you’ve an interesting crew here with you. I’m starting to think that all of the stories of you killing Dragons and sailing to Oblivion and back are true.” He chuckled to himself hoping that the giant in front of him would share the joke. “I’m no seasoned sailor having only been on a ship twice, and only for a year each. However, I can tell you that I know how to fight, ask anyone in this city and they’ll vouch for me. As long as the pay is good, the adventure keeps me occupied, and the ale and food won’t make me keel over, I can ensure you that I’ll do a damn good job.”



As Allester finished speaking with the Snow Elf Witch and sent her off on some errands the old Nord was ready to move to the docks and get this painful experience of dealing with the Harbormaster out of the way when two young people approached him, a Redguard woman and a Nord man, both warriors by the looks of them and their gear. He liked them already, nodding to the youngsters Iron Bear chuckled at the man’s joke.

“Well you know, need to be doing something between fighting off things that seek to destroy the world. You are Rostikar Axebearer yes? I have heard your name spoken highly of amongst my comrades in the Fighter’s Guild. That is a good sign for they are not impressed easily, and as for you young miss Krisandra, that name sounds familiar as well, did you come from that family of Scouts for hire that met the last of the Black Hand Bandit group? You both look the part of warriors, so that right there is a good thing. As for joining the crew you are both welcome to, I’ll just need to go over some things before you are given the contract to sign.” He nodded to the young people crossing his arms over his broad chest studying them as they responded.


After the cute Nord took the lead in providing his qualifications, as the Captain spoke, she had heard speak that this man was aware of all however for he to know of her aiding in the dispatching those of the Black Hand Bandits amazed her. She would be the first to step forward, her tone firm yet respectful

“M’Lord, I am humbled that thee has heard of my exploits in fending off bandits which once threatened my land. I am nothing cept for hard working, skilled in battle in both blade and bow and I have a core loyalty to those I accompany. Twill be my most humble honor to offer my hands, bow and blades as this fine vessel continues on its journey.” The cute Nord obviously made his case for passage, she extends a ray of optimism that her words too may find favor of this legend before her and the cute Nord.


Rostikar smiled at the both of them and relaxed his posture, laying his hand on the pommel of his axe in habit. “Well, glad to know there’s room for yet another blade.” He turned and sent a farewell smile to the captain and Krisandra. “I’ll be back when the papers are to be signed. In the meantime I have some people to say goodbye to and for me to enjoy the last little bit of land I have for who knows how long.” He waved to them and stepped off of the gangplank and onto the docks walking to the city proper.


As Rostikar turns to say his goodbyes in town, she simply relaxes her posture awaiting sign in to the crew as she has already made her painful farewell to those whom cared for her during her time here. She will need explore this vessel and know it as she knows her own body. Though not having served on a water vessel before, she has heard sailor talk and knows that if emergency should ever arise, fast maneuvering about the ship literally could mean rather one lives of becomes a memory loved ones sing about. This is the first day for her to give good impression of herself and her name.

[StormyNyte]

Khinada laughed at that and nodded in agreement. "Something new to savor would be most welcome, yes." It would likely be some time yet before Starkad would be free of his duties long enough to leave the ship, but she knew that he would have little trouble finding them since they were likely destined for the first tavern they come across. "Khajiit is most thankful for the company... This one does not intend to become a rug."

Magazo chuckled nodding to the female as he brushed past some of the dockworkers either one their way to work or whatever dive they haunt after hours.
"This one agrees, but Magazo cannot imagine who would be able to sneak up on us. But as Magazo's cousin Kharjo likes to say, "If anyone sneaks up on us, I'll smell them coming. Or I might not. We'll see." Kharjo has always been an odd one though. This one is sure we could smell anyone coming, does Khinada not agree?"

The mention of Kharjo perked Khinada's ears and she gave him a look of disbelief, chuckling. "That one is Magazo's cousin? A very small world this is being, this one has spent some time with his caravan when Khajiit were camped outside of Riften!" The sleek female chuckled again and shook her head, musing as to whether or not Kharjo ever found the thief that stole his moon amulet. "But yes, with the scents people seem to carry here, Khajiit should have little trouble smelling them coming." She weaved suddenly then, quickly avoiding a collision with a passerby who was going quickly about his business. No one seemed to notice that her slender hand had also found its way in and out of his pocket in that brief instant, slipping the lifted coin purse into her own pocket without missing a beat.

Magazo caught the swift movement of Khinada's deft hands doing one of the best lifts the former Pirate has ever seen. He wouldn't call her out on it though, she might try to take something of his next.
"Indeed, Kharjo is this one's cousin. Magazo and Kharjo often competed in games when our families met for a yearly meet-up. Magazo always wins." The big Khajiit chuckled lifting his nose up and following it in the direction of a quaint little fish stall that doubled as a little sit-in diner.

Gripping the female's hand Magazo pulled Khinada close and pointed to the stall.
"Hmm Magazo's nose has found something far more interesting than someone sneaking up on Khajiit!"

Her amber eyes swept their surroundings until she saw their indicated destination. Grinned, she nodded. "Ah! A fine place for being, yes! Come, Khajiit should not carry empty stomachs for longer than absolutely necessary." That said, she swiftly drew up to the stall with Magazo in tow, her hand still clasping his for the moment.

She tapped her bottom lip with the clawed index finger of her free hand in contemplation while sizing up the day's offered catch. Finally settling on a pair of large broad-bodied fish, she spoke to the vendor. "Khajiit thinks these two would make a fine meal, especially with a strong drink." She winked at the other Khajiit and flashed a smile to the vendor, producing the previously lifted coin purse and emptying half its contents, about fifty septims, onto the counter. "For the meal and the trouble of ensuring the mugs have no bottom, friend."

Once the man behind the counter scooped up the coins, she drew away from the counter to find a seat at one of the little tables toward the back of the small space. Giving a lighthearted sigh, she leaned back in her chair and knitted her fingers behind her head. "This one is enjoying these ocean travels, Magazo, but if Khajiit is to be completely honest, it is nice to be feeling one's feet on solid ground again for a time."

Do'Magazo was pleased with Khinada's choice of fish and actually glad she swiped the purse because he forgot his own coin on the ship. Releasing the woman's hand the big male took the chance to pick the drink and pay for it with some coins he picked from their mutual little cash bag.

"Hmm Magazo agrees whole-heartedly, friend Khinada. Even during Magazo's days as a Privateers he loved touching land after a long and troubling voyage." He smiled to the vendor and his assistant as they brought over their meals and two tall chilled mugs of mead. Winking at his fellow Khajiit the Cathay-Raht lifted a small pouch from a hidden pocket and whispered quietly at the female. "Would Khinada like some Moon Sugar to give her drink that taste of home? It is unrefined, but still very good." He demonstrated by shaking some into his own drink and swirling it around with his finger.

Khinada's brows lifted in surprise at that. Grinning, she nudged her own mug forward to receive the secret gift. "It would be unwise for Khajiit to refuse such a rare treat." Once her share was sprinkled in, she drew the mug back and stirred it slowly. She watched the amber liquid swirl as her thoughts drifted back to the years when such indulgences were not nearly so hard to find. Letting the memory fade like a wisp of smoke, she licked away the liquid that still clung to her finger and lifted the mug to drink.

After a few good gulps, she returned the vessel with a satisfied smack of the lips. "A fine treat it is, indeed. So, tell this one, friend..." She paused long enough to take and swallow a hearty bite of fish. "How long has it been since Khajiit's feet have touched the home sands of Elsweyr?"

Magazo took a few long drinks of his own beverage before beginning to dig into his fish meal. As Khinada spoke the big male hmmed softly around his mouthful off fish trying to remember when he was last in his homeland. It has been many years, but not so many that he would be a stranger to those he knew there.

As he finished his first chunk of fish he washed it down with someone more alcohol and responded.
"Hmm it has been many cycles of the seasons since Magazo has seen home. In human term this one would say at least eight years, last when Magazo was still of the Wave Saber. How about Khinada? Such beauty can't have blossomed too far from the warm sands."

She gave a gracious chuckle at the complement as she continued eating. Washing that mouthful down with another deep pull of the laced liquid, she smiled. "Magazo is most kind, but this one was born and raised in the snow of Skyrim. Khajiit has only ever heard of Elsweyr in story. This voyage is being Khinada's first away from her chilled homelands."

Magazo made a confused mewing sound out of place to be coming out of such a big Khajiit.
"Khinada is pulling Magazo's tail! This one cannot believe such a thing!" That was a bit of a lie, he's known lots of Khajiit born outside of Elsweyr, but he had to stand by the compliment he had given her. "Khinada is looking too sunny and warm to be from someplace with names like Winterblade and Ice Wolf floating around? Magazo wonders how such a thing is possible."

Khinada gave a light purr at that. Magazo's words were pleasant to her ears, but she was not ignorant to the ways of flattery and flirtation. "What can Khajiit say? Khinada has always found herself in favor with the Divines, no matter how bleak things around her may seem to get."

She took another drink then, mulling over his mention of her lover's more widely known name. "This one has noticed that Magazo and Starkad seem familiar with one another. Khajiit must wonder how it was the two of you met." Another bite of her meal was taken as she gazed across the small table at him, waiting for his response.

Magazo nodded sipping his drink.
"Yes, Magazo thinks Khinada is well in the favor of the Divines. Do'Magazo and Starkad are what could be called brothers-in-arms. We fought together in the Stormcloak Rebellion a few times, both serving under Lord Winterblade actually." The male took another healthy bite of his fish studying the other Khajiit.

She gave a quiet chuckle, shaking her head as she mused. "This explains much then, smaller and smaller still this world is being... Khinada is certainly glad for the fighting to be over." She took another large piece of fish and drained the rest of her mug. Licking her lips and working to finish off her meal, she continued. "Then again, if not for Khajiit's caravan being delayed by such business, it would have been camped at Helgen's gate when the first dragon struck."

Magazo nodded gently wiping his mouth with a napkin before speaking.
"Hmm yes, thank Alkosh they were busy. Khajiit have enough trouble without being eaten by giant lizards." The big warrior nodded sagely ordering another round of drinks for them.

As the server moved in and filled both mugs back up to brimming, Khinada murmured her thanks to the man and wiped her own mouth clean. "Well, this one certainly hopes that our current surroundings are staying as peaceful as they are seeming to be now. Khajiit does not wish to lose anyone else to a new city's unrest."

[Megilwen]

Rae skidded to a stop after yelling after the Captain as an angry voice yelled at her to get out of the way. This was an active dock and there were more ships than just the Storm Breaker at dock. By the time, the large man and his crate had moved on down out of the way, she'd discovered two others had ambushed the Captain's attentions and were currently speaking to him about joining his crew as well. Ever polite from her raising, Rae patiently waited her turn to speak to the man, flashing a small smile to the two should they look her direction.

After they walked away, Rae moved near. "Captain Winterblade, I saw your flyer in a tavern in town and wished to inquire if you still had room aboard your vessel for able hands."

Allester smiled and motioned for the Redguard woman to go get acquainted with the ship.
"Krisandra, I have a few things to get ready before the papers are ready to be signed. Feel free to explore the ship a little or get any last minute things in port." The old Nord has just turned from the attractive young warrior when another attractive young woman this one a Breton mage by the looks of her approached and wished to join the crew.
The big man smiled nodding at the woman.
"Ay it is lassie, do you wish to join then?"

"Yes sir. I was interested in joining. If you have need of someone of my skill set." She said looking up at the extremely tall Nord after he finished talking to the other woman.

Allester nodded slightly studying the woman closely.
"All skillsets could be a boon on such a voyage as this. So what is that skillset lass? From looking at you I'd say a mage of some kind, but not sure which kind."

"I'm a mage." She confirms with a nod. "I specialize in healing primarily and destruction, but I also have skills in shielding, illusion, and Alchemy as well." She realized suddenly that she'd never seen a fight or even been in one before. Most of her healing had been done in towns. A broken bone from falling out of a tree, a sickness. However, the most she had to defend herself from was the odd wild animal here or there. Was this really a good idea? It was time to experience something new.

Allester smiled and laughed softly, it was as if the Gods had finally blessed this crew and given them a Healer that didn't hate healing people. She would be a good foil for Arayna.
"A Healer, that is a very noble path young lady, so what name do I call you? Or shall I just call you Mistress Healer?" He chuckled softly moving to the rails of the ship so as to not get in the way of his busily working crew.

Rae followed him up onto the deck of the ship and out of the way. "Raelynn Kingsford." She said extending her hand to him with a smile. She supposed this meant she was accepted to the team? He seemed pleased enough that she was a healer. "Pardon my question Captain if this seems rude, but don't you already have a healer for the ship? The Elf from earlier seemed capable enough, if maybe a bit rough handed."

Allester nodded slowly watching the Sailors work.
"Ay, but I'm sure you have skills she does not. Namely a gentler hand, besides having multiple Healers on a ship is never a bad thing. Now tell me of your experiences on the sea or in battle lass."

He had to ask the tough questions. "I...I have very little experiences in battle." She said honestly. "As to experiences at sea, I've taken a few ships for travel purposes, but I've never worked on one. Over the last ten years or so I've been working with my mentor and learning at the College of Winterhold. I've done field work before, but when we were attacked there were plenty of others there to fight that I only needed to truly focus on healing."

The Iron Bear nodded slowly stroking his beard.
"I see, well there will be plenty of ready blades around to keep you safe. Do you have any skill with blade or bow?"

Rae shook her head. "I wouldn't be opposed to learning." She offered. It wasn't something that she'd ever considered, but always interested in learning new things, she was intrigued about the possibility of learning how to use a weapon.

Allester nodded slowly.
"That is good, how good is your Destruction Magic?" Like all Nords Lord Winterblade was wary of magic, but many mages were on this voyage. He might as well learn what each can do.

"It's quite good. Not as strong as my Restoration magic, but I'm fairly skilled." She nodded. It was common for restoration mages to also focus in destruction magic. It wouldn't do for them to be caught unawares and unable to defend herself. So while she didn't know how to use a weapon, destruction magic was her weapon.

Winterblade nodded approvingly before nodding his head towards the crew quarters.
"That is good, well go find a bunk and I will get these contracts ready for all these new crew members this port has brought the Storm Breaker." He smiled at the young woman before bowing lightly and heading for his cabin.

[SikstaSlathalin]

It would now seem that she was obligated to take on the responsibilities of resident healer, courtesy of the captain. This is why I don't do nice things... The Knight Paladin's last words earned him a dark look from the witch as she crossed her arms and brushed past him. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of admitting she needed assistance at the moment, though they both knew otherwise. She was an incredibly powerful mage, that was true, but even with her restoration magics now unlocked, having to cast spells while wearing the Hexed Choker of Silencing was incredibly taxing. Her slow, deliberate steps seemed to lend more sway to her slender hips than usual as she carefully made her way back down the gangplank. Grumbling to herself, she called back to Volare, "Wipe that silly grin off your face so we can get on with this foolish business..."

The Knight-Paladin chuckled following behind his companion watching the woman walk.
"Try, not to be so dour Arayna, you saved one of our crew on your own volition. The Captain will remember that and might be more willing to give me the go ahead to unlock another school of magic for you soon." He walked side-by-side with the Witch watching the world from under the fold of his hood.

She scoffed at that, "Saved him from his own foolish carelessness, you mean to say. If not for this thing you so generously graced me with, I wouldn't have had to lay hands on the man to see it done." Even to her, the statement sounded pouty. She hated feeling so weak, but she hated others seeing her this weak in her craft even more so. How much further must I debase myself to gain my freedom? She grew quiet then, the distance between them lessening with the growing push of the crowd as they ventured further into the city. She knew the Knight Paladin would keep his word and keep her safe until she earned her freedom, but she loathed having to depend it.

Volare chuckled at his companion's pouting, he understood how she felt. Going from powerful Magic user to Restorations school novice would put even the most pleasant Mage into a permanent bad mood. He could only hope she'd cheer up once they got back into their mission and training, she was excelling well in the use of her knife. Soon she might not even miss using magic as much when she got the skill to fight with her own two hands and not rely on the unpredictable nature of magic as much.

As the crowds pressed around them the Knight-Paladin found himself wrapping an arm around the Witch so as not to lose her.
"So our first stop should be an Apothecary I think." He said using his greater height to try and see over the crowds.

The witch didn't seem perturbed in the slightest when Volare's arm encircled her. After all, she had already tried - and failed - to gain her freedom once by attempting to seduce him. What was a little closeness between them after fully revealing herself to him? At the mention of an Apothecary, she had to bite her tongue in order not to mumble her distaste for the craft. It was never something she bothered to give a second though about and in the past she had even felt the need for such training to be beneath her. Now she would have to rely on it, with little to no experience and a ship full of people to witness any blunders that would undoubtedly occur.

It was too late to argue the matter now though, she was assigned the job of healer and if she had any hope of gaining her freedom she would have to comply with as little reluctance as she could muster. Resigning herself, she let her icy gaze sweep the crowd until they caught a brief glimpse of a mortar and pestle sign in the distance. "There, I think." She pointed out the direction as she spoke up. Drawing back her hand, she slipped it back beneath the sleeve of her cloak as they drew nearer to the shop. She bit at her lower lip as she debated giving voice to her next words. When she did finally speak up again, her tone held the wavering edge of uncertainty and embarrassment; two things Arayna seldom ever let show.

"Volare... do you think we would have time for the alchemist to give me a bit of training? If they even will that is... I've never had much need for making potions before..."

The older Mer nodded slightly, Alchemy wasn't something he generally taught his students since finding ingredients on the frozen terrain of Roscrea was more a hindrance than a help, they relied on magic to do anything Alchemy might do for them. But with not every member of the crew being comfortable with magic flying around all the time they had to dig into the craft. His skills own Alchemy skills were little better than Journeyman, but very rusty, he'd help her out if he could, but getting another Healer on the ship with Alchemy skill would be a boon. Maybe the Captain's otherworldly luck would carry such a person to their gangplank soon.

He looked down at the woman by his side and nodded putting on something of a smile.
"I'm sure they will, we'd just need to pay for the lesson I think." With that he moved them through the crowds and to the shop's door opening it and walking in, the in your face smell of Alchemy ingredients hit them both like a bull to the nose.

The cloying aroma of the place was potent enough to sting their eyes for a moment, causing the witch to blink away the tears it coaxed from them. Not wanting to seem rude, she resisted the urge to cover her mouth and nose, opting instead to remove her hood once the door swung shut behind them.

The shop seemed fairly well kept, despite the smell, and across the expanse they could see the shop keep busily sweeping the floor. The gleeful ring of the little bell above the door had announced them. Glancing up, the aged man nodded in greeting as he continued his task. "Welcome, take a look around. I'll be finished in a moment, just let me know if you need anything." Thanking him, Arayna slowly drew away from Volare and busied herself with perusing the shelves, taking a special interest in the many books on display.

By the time she made her way around to the alchemy lab, the shop keep was finished with his task and put away his broom. "There anything in particular you folks are looking for? Got a full stock of just about anything you might find yourself needing." With a glance back at her escort, she turned to address the man herself. "There are many things we will be needing. Though, I must ask you first, do you give training in your craft?"

The old man stroked his chin, thoughtfully regarding them both for a moment. "Haven't trained anyone in quite a while, Miss, but I suppose I could teach you a thing or two if you have the patience to learn, and the coin of course..."

As Arayna went off to inspect the shelves Volare's eyes were drawn towards the open newspaper on the counter.
Cultists Strike Again!
Another attack the Sword Singer cult leaves both an Orsinium and a Thalmor trade caravan in ruins!

Volare's eyebrows quirked at the name "Sword Singer" from his dated knowledge the Sword Singers weren't so much a cult as a reclusive order of martial artists with their own Gods aside from the human's Divine Nine or Eight depending on who you were talking to. He also remembered they pretty much went extinct many centuries ago, but then again so did Snow Elves until Captain Winterblade and the Storm Breaker were brought to the Bastion's doorstep. Slipping the paper into the folds of his cloak he heard the Witch talking with the Alchemist about lessons.

Reaching into his pocket Volare pulled out an Amethyst gem and placed it on the counter.
"I believe this should cover the basics my good sir." The Imperial shopkeeper's eyes twinkled at the gem and quickly snatched it up smiling.
"Oh yes it should, so where do you wish to start young lady?" He asked looking at the Snow Elf witch again.

"Well," she stated with little hesitation, motioning back to the alchemy table, "for starters, I shall need to know how to properly use an alchemist's lab. From there, I need to learn as much as you can teach me in the short time we have, starting with the basics." That merited a short bark of a laugh from the old man as he nodded. "Of course, of course... come then, young miss, we have much to go over..."

Though the training took several hours, the time seemed terribly short to the witch as she fervently tried to learn everything she could. By the end of their time, she had become quite familiar with the lab and it's instruments and even gained a half decent proficiency with basic mixtures. They wouldn't be the most potent potions available, but at least she wouldn't end up poisoning anyone by accident.

"I'm afraid that's all I have the time to teach you now, miss. Keep practicing and I'm certain you'll make a fine alchemist one day. For now, though, these may help you on your way..." As the man spoke, he went about collecting a number of books from their places on the shelf as well as a wide assortment of ingredients that he carefully packed for them in two large burlap sacks he pulled from behind the counter.

"Thank you for your time and wisdom, kind sir. It shall serve us well in our future endeavors." Arayna even offered him a slight bow out of respect as she spoke.

The old man bowed back and showed the Elves to the door. Volare allowed Arayna out first then placed another gem in the man's hand.
"Thank you for your patience good sir, you may save dozens of lives with what you have taught her."

Taking the treasure the man smiled and held the door for Volare who soon joined his pupil back in the busy streets of Sentinel.
"Well, you still hold that keen intelligence you had in your youth Arayna this is good."

A thin trace of a smile slipped across her pale lips as she shouldered the least heavy of the sacks. "Not all broken things are rendered completely useless, old Mer. And congratulations, you're official my new potions tester; though I can't guarantee your complexion won't green over time." Was that a trace of humor in the woman's voice? Indeed, even the look in her icy eyes seemed to hold a twinkle of pride over how much she had managed to learn in the short time given. She still wasn't thrilled about having to heal potentially without magic, but at least now she felt a little more confident in her ability to do so.

"We still need some linens wraps, clean rags, a few extra bowls perhaps, extra vials and corks, wooden splints...." she seemed to rattle on with the list of necessities as they continued through street, but trailed off as her eyes caught sight of a few fine items displayed in a nearby window. She may have been a cold-hearted sorceress, but she still enjoyed the lavish things in life when she could.

Her gaze lingered on the beautifully crafted garments that looked to be made as a set. Any other time, she would have taken the time to browse, but their time was steadily growing shorter and they had a task to complete. Mentally chiding herself for becoming so easily distracted, she pulled herself away from the window and spoke. "With any luck, the rest of the items will be at a general goods store if we can find one... I don't wish to be this far from the ship when night falls."

Volare chuckled lightly at Arayna's words nodding towards the General Goods Store.
"Yes, they should all be there, and maybe if you're good you can get one of those fine dresses to wear to the next banquet we are invited to." The warrior chuckled opening the door for the woman motioning for her to go in first.

The witch gave a short laugh at that, giving him a coy look as she drew past him to enter, reaching up to let her index finger trail the strong line of his jaw ever so gently. "My dear, have you ever really known me not to be?"

With the faintest of smirks on her face, she soon engaged the shopkeep and after a few moments of light-hearted and sometimes flirtatious banter later, they soon had the rest of what they needed and all at a surprisingly reasonable price thanks to her practiced use of feminine wiles.

Volare chuckled and hung in the background as the female Snow Elf worked her physical magic on the young an obviously lonely shopkeeper.

They exited the shop and the warrior smiled at Arayna.
"That boy would've given you his master's entire coffers if you asked for it."

She couldn't keep the sly look of satisfaction from her face, but shook her head. "Poor fool, it's hardly any fun when it's that easy. I prefer a bit of a challenge." Her eyes looked him over then, but she made it seem as though she were appraising their new wares. Their little game of cat and mouse was far from over. "That should be all we need, at least as long as there are no more drunken mishaps."

Volare chuckles taking the woman's hand beginning to walk back to the ship. "Yes, hopefully that won't happen. Come, we'll get everything set up and find some food." A light smirk played across her face as they walked together hand in hand. "Very well, but since I can no longer turn iron into gold you're buying."

[Imperial1917]

Round and round and round the world spun. The air whished by over Arisa’s arms, the soaked hairs of her arms stirring at their fury, but the skin beneath was numbed and the cloth that snapped softly seemed not to even be a part of her being. At the edge of her numbed senses, she could feel a hush fall over the room, muting the laughter all around. Beneath the black cloth over her eyes she could only see flashes of filtered candlelight running in periods, making it impossible to say what was spinning and what was circling.

None of that mattered. All that mattered was the weight. She could barely feel it, smooth and delicious on the tips of her fingers, the curved pommel of the righted blade held in the curves of her digits amid the drink that soaked it only by spit and a prayer.

There was a dull thud, louder than the laughter and roars of voices, penetrating deep into her befuddled senses beneath the soaked skin and hair. Sharp swishes of air followed in quick succession and were succeeded by screams and more laughter. Pivoting sharply, Arisa spun low and flung back her hand, the slick handle of the weighted blade siding easily across her palm. In an instant it was gone.

Rising, she reached up and ripped the cloth from her face to look around.

The tavern was the same as she had last seen it before putting on the cloth blindfold. Men and women of all descriptions in all states of dress from scant to armored sat around, mugs grasped firmly in their fists, whatever they contained. At the moment they were sitting back and roaring with laughter. Their center of attention was Arisa and her compatriots.

Standing with only her cloth, Arisa couldn’t help but feel an acute nakedness after so long of wearing her armor in the field. Still, she knew that it was only an illusion to begin with anyways. Her clothes were soaked along the upper torso with drink, though none of it came from her. The men and women standing with her, only four or so, were in similar states, though most appeared worse for wear than her. Their armor stood off to the side on a table where more of them sat, too tired to continue.

At the moment the tavern was much more worse for wear than the contestants. Broken glass mugs littered the floor in spite of the petite Breton maid’s halfhearted attempts to clean it up off the varnished wood floor between each round. In truth, the groping was as much to discourage her from continuing her job as to grope. The glass added to the fun and nobody could be convinced by the barkeeper when they came in that metal mugs were all the rage at the moment. There was no sport in it.

More importantly, the game itself was not the safest thing to do with one’s time. The rules were simple, really. There were targets at the far end of the room. Every contestant got a throwing knife in one hand and a cup of strong drink in the other. You drink, you blindfold, you spun, and, at the signal, you throw. The first to get a center hit won. One could also win by being the last one standing, which was ironically the more respected of the outcomes.

Of course there was a great deal of danger inherent with purposefully and deliberately arming drunkards with blades and encouraging them to throw them in a random direction, guided only by the shouts of self-interested bystanders and their own befuddled senses. That was part of the reason why some poor fellow was currently being rushed out of the tavern by a brace of men, leaving a red trail behind him. It didn’t matter. Anyone who knew better left early. Anybody who stayed late knew the risks.

Looking over at the wall where they were throwing the knives, Arisa saw that she had, once again, come out on top. That meant, of course, that she had hit the stone wall behind the hay target and it had rebounded onto the floor. The other knives simply went in the wrong direction entirely. Though to be fair the target had the size of a child’s chest, so she might have clipped a shoulder. That was assuming that the rather large dent in the wall at shoulder height was the one that she had made. With only so many dents, it was possible.

Another equally exhausted-looking maid hurried up to the contestants still standing. Most were getting down off the stage holding heads or heels, swearing never to participate again and cursing their own selection of gods. By the time the maid had gotten a mug into Arisa’s hand, only three contestants were still on the stage and the third only because he was splade on his back, unable to move from pain. It was also a tradition to leave people who ended up that way on the stage until the game was done. Arisa had never heard of a game stopped early to help them.

In these far-off places, stage was just a fancy name for “part of the tavern from which you throw.” No barriers except for one’s own intelligence prevented people from getting into the area, but so few did that Arisa didn’t notice the fourth entry until they came up right behind her, so dulled were her senses.

From the moment the newcomer moved up against her back, Arisa identified her as Varias. Pressing against the young woman’s back, Varias slipped something into Arisa’s free hand, which she realized was the retrieved throwing knife. She hadn’t seen the woman go get it. Grasping the wrist of the hand holding the sloshing mug, Varias whispered into Arisa’s ear. Ignoring the snickers from the mudcrab gallery, Arisa listened to her say, “You have promise, but no grace, child. Skill and grace are inseparable.” Her breath pressed against Arisa’s ear, warm and moist, but utterly devoid of the smell of drink.

Varias released the mug wrist and moved the hand to Arisa’s hip, the cloth of the younger woman’s soaked shirt like a veil. Steadying Arisa’s sway firmly, but not ungently, the elder woman wrapped the hand holding the blade. “Look here, child, thus.” She said, guiding the arm’s movement. “This and nothing more.” Then she was gone, sliding out under the chuckles from all around and Arisa’s flush.

Arisa watched her go for a moment, then looked over at her opponent; the only one remaining. Face flush with drink and her baked brown hair a mess over her face, Kalib licked her lips as she returned the gaze, though the gesture was unnecessary as her lips were moist from drink already. Like Arisa, she held a mug in one hand and a throwing knife in the other. “Leftovers for you this time for sure.” She said. Arisa smiled back and turned to the target.

A voice called and then the two women were downing the drink as fast as it would go, the liquid sliding down like fire in the veins. Lowering the mug, Arisa saw her opponent do the same a moment later. Raising it once more, now empty, she threw it down at her feet. Even as the sound of shattering glass echoed off the walls, she raised the cloth and began to spin, aided some by bystanders.

When the game beings, most contestants try to keep to themselves as they spin. It was less a matter of keeping others safe from the outreach of their blades and more a matter of not getting cut by others. Charity and consideration for others was not exactly the point of this game. Now that the field was mostly clear, Arisa had no such restrictions. Stretching out her arms as she spun, she kept her balance and leveled the blade where she wanted to go.

The thud came and immediately the whoosh of a blade went through the air. With only two, one could tell when the blades were launched and it was considered bad form to take off one’s blindfold before all blades were gone. Too bad. Impatience made people sloppy for future rounds. Not that there would be any more rounds.

Coming about sharply, Arisa flung back her hand once more, but did not pivot this time. Flinging the blade forward, she tensed amid the sudden silence of the tavern. The sound of sheering hay filled the air and the young Templar smiled beneath her blindfold.

[Storm]

Having been granted permission to make herself acquainted with the layout of Lord Winterblade's ship, she turns grasping possessions making ready to explore the ship. Having taken several steps, she slows her pace as another woman speaks to the Captain. Krisandra steps quietly to the rail of the ship looking out as though in thought allowing the words the two speak drift for her hearing as well.

As Rae speaks of being a Mage, this drew her own interest to Rae, having furthermore spoken on not being skilled in blade or bow, Krisandra thought such might be of mutual benefit. Only within the past several years had Krisandra tried to more grasp an understanding of the gifts her deceased mother, a powerful Mage herself, had possessed. Drawing out her own lingering abilities was not something she could do on her own, the rare Mages she had encountered in the past seemed to be vile creatures. This woman before her did not seem so. Mahap they could learn what each lacks from the other.

As Lord Winterblade concludes his interaction with Rae, she gently pushes off the railing making her way toward Rae. With her hands behind her back, a gentle smile displayed, her tone friendly
"Lady Kingford... please be forgiving of my intrusion should you be leaving for other commitments. I am known as Krisandra, the words you spoke to his Lordship were heard by I. Please know that I am gifted with use of both blade and bow. My mother during her living years was also a gifted Mage... that is something I had not embraced during my youth though I know I have sleeping abilities. If you might find it of use, I can provide to you effective use of both blade and bow. In exchange, if you have knowledge on how I can embrace what might be lingering within myself, that would be most helpful."

She offers a soft smile "If the abilities of a Mage is not one that you can draw out within me, my offer to provide you ability to wield blade and effectiveness with bow still stands." she offers a rare laugh "To provide honesty, you would not wish a man to train you. They tend to yield large, bulky blades relying on power and brute strength in crushing an enemy. I however carry a much thinner, much sharper blade which I gracefully use. Being a healer, this would make better sense, while a boy savagely thrusts a large and deadly weapon, you can learn to gracefully use his brute strength and movements against him, a single strike severing a major life source (artery) will bring the largest of brutes to make acquaintance with their ancestors quicker than it would take their voice to cry out for help." her tone and mannerisms are such as though she was exchanging gossip on which man favored which maiden within the tavern.

[Bionicllama]

The tavern was loud and boisterous thanks to Rostikar and his friends. They filled up half the room all laughing and drinking. He sat next to one such man, Travis. He was one of his reoccurring partners in all of his jobs as a mercenary and the two grew a sort of brotherly bond. Rostikar's former company always threw some sort of farewell celebration for members who were leaving the fold and his case was no exception and the local taverns didn't mind the business either. Downing the last of his ale the young Nord sat back in the chair and sighed.

"Come on Ros, don't be like that. You get sentimental like that and I'll have ta' kick yer ass me-self!" Travis laughed and wrapped his arm around his friend's shoulder.

"Gimme some slack. I'll be on the seas soon for gods know how long without a woman to warm my bed! Of course I'll be off kilter." The two laughed again. "It'll be tough not havin' you around. It'll be like my arm's been cut off and left here in this city."

"Heh, not like there's not enough muscle on that ship. Heard Winterblade's taken enough lives just with his stare. You'll be fine, Ros."

"Thank you, Travis." As he got up he felt Travis' hand tugging on his arm.

"Now don't you forget us here. Come back to us with your head still attached to your body."

The two gave one last hug for what would feel like the last for a long time. Rostikar truly felt he had a family here with these men and women but for now he had to leave, to seek a better future for himself.

"Goodbye, brother." With that he made his way out of the tavern with a full belly and heavy heart. Thinking he may be wanted back on the Stormbreaker in order to sign any last minute papers he made his way to the docks.

[SikstaSlathalin]

*GM Mover*

The day dwindled into the night and the Storm Breaker's first day in the port of Sentinel ended without further incident and the recruits who had come to the Nordic warship looking for employment were signed up and showed to their bunks, the tow Khajiit even found a young Templar to drunk to find her way back home and brought to the ship to sleep it off since the inn she was playing some game in didn't seem too keen on keeping her around. The young woman came with some allies, but they were still welcomed in the inn so there they stayed.

Nonetheless the girl was given a small cot to sleep on the desk with the cool night air being allowed to sober her up rather than the stuffiness of the Woman's ship quarters. Urzul and Stark had set up the watch cycles for the night and the Orcess would be the head of the first shift with Khinada, Raelynn, Rostikar, Krisandra, and Swims-Swifter keeping an eye on things around the ship.

The night was quiet and pleasant without a single hint of danger looking to rear it's ugly head, but as we all know things are never always what they seem.


(Those on the watch shift would be roaming the deck armed and ready while the rest of us can be getting ready for bed or relaxing after a long day on the docks.)

[StormWolf]

Despite the turning of the sky, the setting of the sun and the rising of the moons, the air remained hot and muggy, clinging to the skin like a too-small sweater. Starkad had foregone even his vest once he no longer needed protection from the oppressive sun, leaning on the railing of the Storm Breaker and idly puffing his pipe and nursing a tankard of beer. The Nord's usually-maintained mane of sandy hair had become a mess of frizz and knots in the humidity, giving Starkad the look of a vagrant rather than an esteemed First Mate.

Gnawing the stem of his pipe idly, Starkad puffed the exotic herb –*it tasted of honeyed dates beneath the smoke. So still was the air, the rings Starkad blew maintained their shape until the smoke simply dissipated. Such tranquil silence was foreign to Starkad, even unnerving. In Skyrim, there was always sound; howling winds, rushing rapids, critters scuttling through the hoarfrost. Here, all Starkad could hear was the lapping of dark waters against the docks, not even the din of the bazaar. Furrowing his flaxen brow, Starkad straightened and waved Khinada over. Starkad had powerful senses of perception, but they don't compare to what a Khajiit can do, at least not in his current state.