A Gin and Siks combined production
Rated M for possible mature content including sex, violence, language, graphic situations, and drug use.
Voyage of the Storm Breaker
Fortune and glory awaits the brave
OOC is here and still open.
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 that 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 harbour in the land of Skyrim on Middas the 13th of Midyear, we will celebrate 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.
Lord Allester Winterblade
Lord Winterblade was slowly reading the notice he sent to all corners of Tamriel as he was seated at a small oak table before his fine ship the Storm Breaker waiting for his crew to show up and sign the papers for the voyage that would take them all across Nirn. The docks were mostly quiet with everyone celebrating the Mid-Year in the street of Solitude. When the wind shifted he could faintly hear raucous laughter and music from the Bard's Collage on the gently blowing wind. The old Nord allowed himself to walk down memory lane for a few minutes. Reviewing the last time he attended the Mid-Year Celebration, it was a few years ago at the height of the Rebellion. His squad and he had just come into Whiterun. They were meant to try and inflate some interest in the Stormcloaks' cause and use it as pressure and make Jarl Balgruuf pledge his fealty to Ulfric. Sadly his squadmates were young and soon found themselves neck deep in ale and a few women just as deep in ale as they were.
It annoyed him but Allester knew what it was like to be young so he let them have the night off, but he'd be sure to make them sweat all that ale out as they ran to the next Hold Capital to do the job all over again. Removing his helm he decided to see what he could do for their mission, his group were all travelling in normal steel armor to avoid any kind of prosecution their Stormcloak gear might give them, but some people still seemed to be able to tell they were Stormcloaks. This earned them some scrutiny especially when they came across Battle-Borns, it was just this kind of situation that presented itself later in the night just around 8. It was just outside the Bannered-Mare and a newblood from his squad was squaring off with Idolaf Battle-Born swords already drawn. Winterblade tried pushing through the crowd to stop it but the townspeople were too eager to see how this turned out even the Guards were having trouble getting through. Eventually he had to physically shove people aside to get to the center of the ring. He pushed through the last few people in time to see Idolaf hamstring the young Stormcloak and as the man was one the ground the Battle-Born was going for the kill but Allester was there first his Dwarven sword catching the man's Iron blade causing it to snap in half the broken tip bouncing back and catching Idolaf in the eye not killing him but definitely blinding him.
It was just at this time the Guards broke through the throng of people seeing two men wounded and bleeding and a third standing above them with sword drawn. It didn't even matter there was no blood on Allester's blade he was quickly hauled off to Dragonreach and spent the remainder of the Mid-Year Celebration in the dungeon until his bail was paid by the young man who's life he had saved. Apparently his squad had sold their weapons and shields to pay it, after that he couldn't punish them for shirking their mission the night before. They spent the remainder of the week in Whiterun doing their job. The tolling of a ships bell brought the old man back to the present, he shook his head and took another draught of the Spiced Wine he had been sipping watching the sun slowly march across the sky.