forum The Dragon and The Sea {closed - open for stalking}

Started February 17, 2020 by @-ellia-cant-think-of-a-username- group

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Ophira was exhausted by the time she'd reached the half-way point. Even with the cool breezes coming off lakes and other close bodies of water as Ophira traveled, she was sweating through her shirt. Only now was she realizing how severely she'd underestimated the heat as she stopped for a quick bath and lunch, the cool coming from the shade of buildings tempting her closer.

As she dismounted her horse and paid the stable boy, she noticed just how nice the area she'd stopped in was; the streets were paved with stone, well-kept buildings painted with bright colors and metal signs suspended over doors. The building she was headed to was probably one of the dullest on the street, but considering it was a rest stop she hadn't expected anything special. She made quick work of her lunch, spent about an hour looking through shops at clothing and jewelry, filled her flask, then got back on the road.

(may I join?

Name: Ace
Origin: Tala (a small island in the Dark Sea)
Warrior Type: Swordsmen
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Gay
Race: Half-Elf
Appearance: light brown skin with sea blue eyes. Slightly pointed ears. Dark chocolate hair around her waist that tends to curl up due to the sea spray. Wears maroon, teal, or black clothing. Has a couple of scars from her rough past, and has a bright smile. Rounder cheeks, and a curvy figure, not exactly hour glass shaped.
Personality: Always has a sunny disposition, but is also very introverted. Is a great listener and tends to be lost in her thoughts. Also is a great at observation.
Other: is a great artist, but doesn't believe that she is. She can preform some minor healing spells. Has a baby dragon that she rescued. The dragons name is Circe.

Name: Valenor Lamour
Origin: The Lazarus Kingdom
Warrior Type: Dual Swordsmen
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Half-Elf
Appearance: Golden eyes and Black hair, slight neat and tidy beard and pointy ears. A black cloak with blue runic symbols on it. And I mean, Kirito's clothes but blue instead of white for the secondary colours. Is quite tall and is fit and healthy, quite a muscled body to be honest.
Personality: Kind yet ruthless when need be, can be quite flirty if he is in the mood. Friendly and helpful too. Develop.
Other: Can do small elemental spells like throwing fireball or covering his sword and refining it with flames, ice and the like. Develop.

(shoot, i've not been active. thanks for that)

Mae had no idea where she was supposed to go. She had never been to Dartmis; she only had heard stories about the beautiful city. She wandered through the streets, asking random strangers adorned in silvers instead of gold for directions to the port. Mae was dressed in gold jewelry, so she stood out in the crowd. She hoped this was a good thing, maybe somebody would find her and tell her what to do next. She reached the port and gasped. Parked on the water were two large boats taller than the biggest building in Sieland. The small beach and a great boardwalk were busy with sailors, children, market stalls and more. Mae had no idea where to go next, so she found a log with ropes tied around it near one of the large ships and sat down, waiting.

By the time Ophira reached Dartmis, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to get off her horse and stand. Conveniently, the fact she was on a horse cleared her a path down the boardwalk, hooves tapping against the wood as Ophira looked for someone who caught her eye.

About 10 minutes down the long boardwalk, Ophira's eyes latched onto a girl adorned by golden jewelry. It was an awkward, painful, and slow process for Ophira to dismount and make her way over to the girl, stopping every few steps to stretch out her back and legs, but once she made it there, she sat right down on the ground, discomfort plain in her eyes.

"So, you also here cause of a letter about a little journey for a magical book?" Ophira asked, leaning back on her hands as she admired Mae's jewelry.

Tiergan landed only a few miles away from Dartmis, and after transforming back and resting for half an hour, he groaned and started running. His route took him through the river, which he jumped with only a few seconds of dragon form and two flaps of his wings; nevertheless, he was exhausted as he reached the outskirts of the town.

After receiving a coffee from a nearby cafe, he headed a few blocks to the boardwalk. Scouting around for suitable watch positions, he eventually chose to sit on a bench nearby in the shade of a building. It was surprisingly cool and damp, which was probably why nobody had claimed it yet. Tiergan sat quietly, sipping his coffee in small increments so as to not miss anyone walking past. He mainly kept his attention on the boats, trying to figure out which one they would go on.

After only a few minutes, he saw a pale woman on a horse dismount and go up to the golden adorned woman. He heard the first talk, and then got up from his seat, walking towards them. "Yes."

Ophira whipped her head around to face whoever she'd just heard talking, a sudden breeze whipping her hair into her face as she struggled to make out the stranger's figure.

"And who might you be?" she asked, moving her hair from her face as the breeze slowed.

Ophira kept her eyes trained on his, a bored look on her face as she awaited an answer. If there was one thing Ophira didn't like, it was not knowing who she'd be working with when she was recruited for these types of adventures. It brought along a sort of unbearable silence when nobody knew who anybody was, and the lack of conversation was almost enough to kill her.

Mae sighed in relief at the sight of the newcomers. She couldn’t wait any longer. She stood up, grabbing her pack. “Yeah!” She had replied to Ophira’s question. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who got that letter. I just wonder what we’re going to do now.”

(I’m busy right now, but I might add another character just to get this going, probably that General Heiko guy)

Ryin stumbled down from the boat, the guns clinking on either side of his belt. He scurried off the docks, just happy to be back on land again.
The General really hadn’t done much in the way of giving Ry directions. Neither had the orc woman. He had really no clue what he was doing, though Dartmis was a nice place. He wouldn’t mind sticking around for a few days before things got sorted.
His multicolor eyes wandered about, his large ears perking as he head mention of the mission. He confidently bounded over, surveying the others and holding himself high.
“So I see you are all here for the same reason as I,” he said, making his voice just a slight bit deeper and puffing out his chest. “Did any of you receive further instruction?”

Ace hides in the shadows. When the message came for her, she was already halfway to Dartmis. As the gunslinger made his way over to the group forming, she decided to join as well. She pads over quietly.
"No," she replies to him.

"Oh great, there's more of you," Ophira said, fake enthusiasm masking her disappointment. "This seems to be a large group considering we're after a book."

She stood up, brushing the back of her pants off. Upon further inspection of those surrounding her, Ophira wasn't surprised to find she appeared to be the tallest there, yet still felt the same pang of embarrassment she always had when being the tallest in a group.

"I'm Ophira, and I'd like to assume you're all chill people," she said, voice a bit louder than it had previously been now that she was standing like most everyone else involved.

"Names Ace, and no its not short for anything." Celia pops her head out from where she was napping in her knapsack.
"Grru?" The little dragon looks at the people.
"Oh, and this is Celia." Ace sweeps her hair to the side, and Celia goes to perch on her left shoulder.
(OOC: Celia is about the size a a hawk because she is still a baby, think Norbert(a) the baby dragon Hagrid had in HP)

"We're obviously going on a boat; that's why we're here." Tiergan steps back and surveys the harbor, looking for some sign, but he couldn't find any.

He glanced at the others. "What're your guys' talents?" Then he realized he should probably be keeping an eye out on the crowd, so he started paying more attention to the people walking and sitting on the sidewalk.

"Trusty Swordswoman, minus the trusty part," Ophira said, eyeing Circe out of the corner of her eye.

She never much cared for pets, outside of dogs and horses. Where she came from, keeping dragons as pets was frowned upon.

"What exactly are you supposed to be? Hand-combat expert?" she asked, as nothing about Tiergan's appearance really stood out to her.

(ooc: this will be interesting…
Here's some general info about Admiral Reiker. He'll be like an NPC, anyone can play as him. He won't be going on with our gang
Name: Heiko Reiker
Origin: Sacrus
Warrior Type: Admiral - but is generally good at anything
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Race: (mostly) Human. (mother is half-elf, his father human)
Appearance: Dark skin, shaggy black hair, scars and burns everywhere, long nose, black eyes
Personality: Straight-forward, strict, determined, confident)

"I sure hope not," said a deep voice. Admiral Reiker approached the group. "I need more than somebody who can only fight with their hands. Now, I am sure you would like further instructions.
"I will not be accompanying you on this journey. You only will have each other, and the crew. That is the ship you will be taking to your next location." He gestured to the largest ship. "Everything you need is on it. The captain knows where you need to go first. It is off the map; I cannot give you the exact place. Talk to him if you are curious.
"Find the beast who stole the book and return it to me. The safety of Dartmis depends on you."
And with that, before anybody could ask any questions, he left, disappearing into the crowd.

"Oh, great. What could be just a few days or a few months stuck on a large ship with strangers. No potential for murder or anything of the type there. Not at all," Ophira mumbled, tapping a heeled boot loudly against the wood of the boardwalk.

She'd been agitated by conditions of quests before, but being stuck on a ship with no way out was new to her. Having a fear of deep waters seemed to run in her family, and oh boy was that fear beginning to kick in.

"Maybe I can just keep my eyes closed the entire journey. Swinging a sword in random directions isn't that difficult," she continued, a worried look crossing her face.

"Then you might hit the mast, sails, rope, food supply, helmsman, trimmer, and generally anything on the ship," Tiergan remarked as he studied the ship. The front was reinforced with metal sheets, and he thought he could see a ram just below the hull. He could also see cannons. "It'll do."

He glanced back at Ophira. "I'm a Ranger of Wyke. Archer, tracker, stealth, saxe knife work. I'm also half-dragon shifter."

Ryin raised an eyebrow at the Admiral, shifting his weight on his booted feet and popping out a knee, resting a hand on one of his hips. His head was hung lower now, and his hat covered the top of his face as he shook his head back and forth.
“Offa one ship ‘n onto ‘nother,” he muttered, clicking his tongue. “For a book.”
He glanced up at the ship for a brief moment, then at those around him, finally residing back to the ground he scuffed with a boot.
He gave a gesture toward Ophira.
“Imma gunslinger,” he mumbled, nodding to the guns at his side. “‘s ‘nough said.”

Ace glanced at the others. "Imma swordswomen, Circe here, well she may be small but she gave me hell when I was tryin to patch 'er up. I also dabble in healing, and black smithery. " She glances down at her handmade cutlass, and sighs deeply.
"Well, what are we waitin for? Less go, the sooner we do this, the sooner I can get back home." Her voice is a little gruff as she says this, she had never been a people person. She glances at the others, still not knowing their names, and trudges toward the gangplank resting on the docks.

"Ah, very interesting," Ophira said, not attempting to hide her disinterest.

Upon inspection, the exterior of the ship looked as she'd expected it to, spare for a few details. She'd a few questions about how they'd be boarding the ship, but among her biggest concerns was where they would be going.

"Let's see, if we go that way. . ." Ophira mumbled to herself, trying to remember what they could reach off of this port.

After a few minutes of useless thought, Ophira concluded that no matter where they were going, they'd be passing over an abyss. Turning her head to the ground, she brought a hand to her mouth, deciding that if she just looked down until they reached land everything would be fine.

"We better be getting dropped in a nice area as compensation for this," she said, gesturing vaguely to the boat and open water with her other hand.

“‘s the sea, love!” Ryin exclaimed, throwing his open arms toward the ocean. “Ev’ry minute ‘n that thing is heaven.”
The ship certainly was larger than the one he had arrived on, which Ryin was clearly happy about. Fortune was his drive, what could’e say? A giant ship all to himself—with a few… exceptions— was about as close to the palace in the clouds as he could get.
He had to resist the urge to jump up onto the boat already. So he just shot a sly grin at Ophira, raising an eyebrow.
“Salty air driftin’ through yer fur? The sound of the waves crashin’ underneath?” he asked. “What’s not to love, eh?”

Mae was a bit too excited. She had never been on a ship like this before.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" Mae grinned at the group. "I just met one of the crew. Wasn't too friendly, though." She shook her head, her hair swinging softly. "Anyway, the entrance is somewhere 'round here."
Mae walked onto the ship-the starboard side-but frankly, she had no idea where she would go. She didn't care; she was thrilled to be here. Not waiting for anyone else, she ran off, exploring the boat.

(One instance of cursing ahead)

"Well, the potential of drowning and never being seen again isn't something to be loved," Ophira replied, beginning to make her way to the entrance of the boat. "I'm gonna miss my horse."

She found herself hesitant as she approached the entrance, and rather than stalling any longer, dashed onto the boat, where her body met with two large crates hidden by the shadows.

"Damnit," her voice echoed, accompanied by the sound of her luggage hitting the floor (she was definitely going feel achy in a few hours).

Getting up had been a bit of a chore, her left side giving-slightly-painful protests to her movement as she hoisted herself up using one of the crates. After relocating her luggage, she looked for the nearest crew member to inquire about where she'd be sleeping.