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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 11, 2005 5:07:22 GMT -5
A human assassin with two of the rarest pistols known. A merwoman sniper. An electrokinetic berserker. And a crew worth of others. What do they have in common?
They're in the same universe.
The same solar system.
The same planet, one filled with mutants of all varieties, a water-logged world.
The same region.
The same ship.
And the same situation.
This group of drifters, occasional pirates, sometimes traders, and once travel agents, but always beggars, has lost the wind and the current. They would be rowing if they weren't suffering from scurvy, ocean madness and general starvation.
The merwoman's talents were useful, at one point. But now Hey spends most of her seahag-looking days sleeping to preserve energy in her pod dragged behind the ship. She got bit by a shark a bit ago. She got some cartilege to eat but an infected wound too (and all that saltwater, while somewhat of an improvement, isn't when you consider what's IN the salt-water).
Yet the skies are open and the slightest break in the endless ocean of blue can be seen to the north...
EDIT: To clarify - everyone starts on the boat.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Dec 18, 2005 4:54:36 GMT -5
What supplies do we have on the boat as of right now? This also including smaller boats like life rafts?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 18, 2005 6:00:51 GMT -5
Fairly much nada. Some rope, a compass, assorted rags too unsanitary to use for a bandage... that sort of stuff.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Dec 18, 2005 16:26:59 GMT -5
Crapy...we have ores for rowing?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 18, 2005 20:04:50 GMT -5
Yes, rather shoddy ones, but they can slowly get us to where we need to go.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Dec 19, 2005 5:14:08 GMT -5
I suppose Ill rally the crew to help us row towards the land insite. we can row lazily if we need. As long as we get there.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 3, 2006 4:16:11 GMT -5
Hey drags herself onto the boat. The wound is getting to her. But her preternatural strength helps, as she gets below board (slightly damp - the ship is springing an infinitesimal, yet growing, leak) and begins rowing. She is joined by Fert Tyth.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 7, 2006 21:46:02 GMT -5
Fert rows for about an hour before going to the crow's nest and scoping for any signs of possible danger.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 7, 2006 22:57:51 GMT -5
Luck seems to be turning around for these travellers-cum-pirates-cum-heroes. Because that slight break to the north was not a fever dream or some form of aquatic mirage. It was a beach; and not only a beach, but a small concealed one that seems perfectly fit to harbor their boat!
Hey drops to her knees and says, "Thank Krishna or some shit.", then says "Ow! Ow! Eel!" An eel managed to get through the hole in the ship.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 8, 2006 22:59:45 GMT -5
Half-way to the crow's nest, Fert stops and hears Hey's cries and starts back in a fast walk. He blinks at the eel once, grabs for it, focusing his electrokinetic energy to protect him, and catching it just behind the head. With the few seconds he had to get rid of it, he lost his grip on the thing while trying to break its neck. He struggles but only manages to get shocked in the arm badly. He falls over, burnt.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 8, 2006 23:13:03 GMT -5
Hey says, "Serves you right, you tried to hurt it. Well, that eel sure did a number on the boat." She looks down. "It doubled the size of this hole. And we're out of patch materials. Fuck!"
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 9, 2006 0:03:19 GMT -5
Fert blinks, puts his butt up against the hole, and blinks again. "Um, right. How much longer until we make it to land?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 9, 2006 0:15:38 GMT -5
Hey jumps up onto the crow's nest, takes out her rifle, and looks out over the distance. "I'd say... about a mile. We'll survive, but mooring will be a bitch."
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 9, 2006 0:23:08 GMT -5
Fert sighed down below, sitting there until they hit land. He made use of the time and picked at his fingernails.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 2:35:26 GMT -5
If by "picked at fingernails", Fert meant "row like a maniac." Because that's what he did.
The team continued rowing... and then the wind blew up. After a week of nothing. The team was driven hard into the shoals in front of them. With the shrewd work of the crow's nest man, Travisty; the fevered rowing of Fert, Hey and Zerachiel; the commands of the assassin; the guidance of the aquamancer; and, possibly most noticeable, Navillus and his Sword Saint brother, who somehow combined their essences to form a four-armed red energy being of great righteousness and fury, pushing the boat away from shoals. The team managed to turn the boat to its left and landing on the beach. Now the team is doing what they can to restock and hide the boat, explore the cove and jungle they've landed in, and get some food. Hey, ignoring her wound (she plans on getting it healed later), headed out to fish. Zerachiel, the priest, went into the woods to forage.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 15, 2006 11:42:53 GMT -5
Fert goes with Zerachiel to forage for food, wanting to stretch his legs and grunting at the most random times, rubbing his ass from the soreness.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 15, 2006 15:34:04 GMT -5
Zerachiel said that he wanted to go alone and was very adamant about it, but Fert could go like five minutes after him.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 17, 2006 23:25:07 GMT -5
Okay, nevermind. Fert goes on a different path into the jungle, looking for any useful plants for alcoholic beverages, food, or possibly ingrediants for any simple, useful, concoctions.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 18, 2006 4:35:14 GMT -5
Fert climbs up the same area but heads down a different direction. The same strange forest opens up around them, with trees that have the texture and leaf structure of giant palms and with colossal ferns blocking the way down many paths. Fert is now in an area with a fern grove to his left side, leading towards a path of trees with some space between them, with the right side leading towards the area that Zerachiel is in.
[OOG: Later, Fert gets involved in the fight with the patrol and the Beast Dog.]
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Post by Mace Parshath on Aug 4, 2006 0:19:22 GMT -5
Fert looks up the palm trees, looking for any sort of fruit, even mutated stuff. His big black eyes scan each tree absently.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Aug 4, 2006 0:50:25 GMT -5
Do you want to do this part, or your part of the Beast Dog/patrol fight?
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Post by Mace Parshath on Aug 4, 2006 10:51:14 GMT -5
Um, not sure what you mean. This game hasn't been happening since February. ^^;
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Aug 4, 2006 12:18:21 GMT -5
First of all, I'm clearly lysdexic since that's Beast DOG, not Beast God (edited now). Second: That was the fight with the various patrols from the Duke of Tower and their beast dog. Zerachiel and Kalus (the Kobold Dragoon) were involved. I may have NPCed you...
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Post by Mace Parshath on Aug 4, 2006 22:54:49 GMT -5
Um, I'll just do this one, since I wasn't there for the Beast Dog/Patrol thing.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Aug 5, 2006 1:06:18 GMT -5
First of all, they are not necessarily palm trees, only trees. In fact, they seem more like redwoods, thick with a crumbly bark. These particular ones are not fruit bearing either.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Aug 5, 2006 9:49:30 GMT -5
Grumbling at the lack of sustenance, he crouches down and starts digging holes in search of anything like an onion, or other edible plants.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Aug 5, 2006 19:26:23 GMT -5
Fert's lack of foraging skill fails him. He finds no edible plants immediately nearby. However, as he is digging, he does see a large patch of brambles that might contain berries.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Aug 5, 2006 23:10:34 GMT -5
Spotting the berries, Fert gets up and walks over to them, picking any berries he finds and slips them into his pockets, or a small pouch/bag if he has one at hand.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Aug 29, 2006 20:08:55 GMT -5
Luckily, Fert manages to navigate a way around the brambles and take a path that allows him to grab berries. In the distance, in front and to the right, he hears a knocking of the trees, loud and rhythmic.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Sept 8, 2006 18:44:59 GMT -5
He stays cautious while taking a few handfuls of berries. After he's filled up his bag, he heads in the direction of the knocking, looking up into the trees and making sure his sides aren't too open to attack, staying on whichever side of the path that provides the most cover for one side or the other.
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