Of Ribbons and Rice

Liandra, Pash

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An inland sea created by Ivak's cataclismic fury during the Valterrian, the Suvan Sea is a major trade route and the foremost hub for piracy in Mizahar. [lore]

Of Ribbons and Rice

Postby Pash'nar on May 17th, 2012, 2:09 am

Like a maledicted string of pearls, a hissed exhale of foul sailor's curses escaped the lips of the false Svefra, tattooed hands lifting into the air at the unexpected impact of the fish-woman's weapon. He sneered and opened his mouth again to demand an explanation, only to have any words of bravado choke into a pained, unmanly whimper when the woman tripped and mangled her own trident into a more sensitive stern-ward area of his flesh that the navigator would have on all accounts preferred left undamaged by sharp objects and such.

To add insult to injury as he fumbled hastily to dislodge himself with the hopes of preserving more important and useful bits from such unnecessary harm, the charoda simply skipped off to the Svefra woman as if nothing at all had just happened.

Pash'nar ignored the blonde's accusation at first, smearing bloodied fingers across the still-dripping bare skin at his hips before reaching to begin undoing his collection of belts,

"Petch your boat, it was just a tap." He spit with pained vehemence, though it was more over his pride than his body. Wounds of the flesh healed eventually. Other things took a different sort of time. Regretting his curiosity as he slipped a pouch and a handful of belts to the Sparkle's deck, retaining a scarf in the calloused fingertips of one hand, he wordlessly undressed just enough to peer in and investigate the damage without invitation or further glance to his audience, considering he wasn't entirely sure they appeared concerned enough about him.

"And an accident, thank you. You'll have to excuse my haste for concern, eh? Ain't every day I—shyke, nevermind." He inhaled through too-perfect teeth at the mingling of salt water and open skin. A bare foot curled toes around the offending weapon that was flecked with his own familiar smear of red, sliding it out of reach behind him, cerulean glare lingering briefly on Liandra in accusation, "That was a bit more purposeful, I'd say."

He resumed the undignified peering under his hem, pressing his uninjured hip against the rail for balance while he considered his options. It would have taken more work to lift the leg of his pants, bound as they were by two buttons just below his knee, so, instead, he simply dropped them. Nudity, he concluded without much thought, was currently the least of his worries. It wasn't as if he had any further impression to make on the women—at least one of them had made up her mind about him as it was. And, well, he'd lived too long to lug around too heavy an anchor of dignity. He set about making use of the colorful scarf from his waist to cajole his blood into staying where it belonged instead of on the blonde's deck where it was attempting to pool, focusing mostly on the deeper gashes on his thigh,

"I'll shout my intentions a bit louder next time, for Laviku's sake."
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Postby Liandra on June 13th, 2012, 2:54 pm

Liandra ignored Sable's remarks, brushing them off as delusions from her injuries and at having passed out. She watched Sable grab the loose rope of the man's and tie it to a... thing on the ship. Liandra figured all ropes needed to be tied down while on a Svefra's vessel. She did take note of the fact that Sable referred to the man's own as an antique. She pulled herself up, watching the man with her large eyes as he began to undress and inspect himself. She saw that his bleeding really wasn't that bad, puddling slowly beneath him. Then the man yanked down his pants! Liandra blushed a bit darker and stared openly, reminded of that rendezvous with Wrenmae on that beach in the Northern Seas.

After ogling the stranger for a bit, she snapped herself out of it, shaking her head. She moved over to the railing, right next to the bleeding man, no longer caring about him, since Sable didn't mind him. She looked out over his ship, noting that it was indeed in poor condition, reminiscent of her shop in Riverfall. She found this pleasing, when she saw what looked like an old flier resting on his deck out of place. She could tell there were words on it, as well as a few various stains of unknown origin. Without asking permission, just as he hadn't, in her mind at least, she pulled herself onto the railing of the Sparkle, balancing awkwardly in the bouncing waves. She crouched down and then pushed up and out, leaping with a total lack of grace, limbs flailing wildly.

She hit the deck hard and rolled to a stop next to the paper. She picked herself up, her arms and chest hurting from the impact, and bent over to retrieve the document. Skimming it quickly she determined that there was creature out there that could swallow their boat and was tricky. It wasn't really anything particularly exciting, she'd seen sharks with teeth larger than herself, and god help you if you crossed a Velispar. She rolled up the document, and tucked it in the waist of her bottoms. Her curious nature led her to exploring around the ship, peering in various barrels and crates, looking into the dark entrance of his below deck. It was a lot like Sable's, though less cared for. She continued rummaging through his stuff when she heard tapping against the boat's hull. She made her way to the railing and peered over. She saw planks, smashed barrels, a piece of a sail. Were these the remnants of another ship?

She shouted at the others, pointing at the water, "Are these from one of your Svefra ships?"
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Of Ribbons and Rice

Postby Gossamer on June 20th, 2012, 6:13 pm

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Character: Sable Baggywrinkle
Experience: Observation +1, Rhetoric +1
Lore: Being Attacked By Djed Spawned Sea Creatures, Being Rescued By Charoda, Being Exhausted Because Of Using Magic, Fainting

Character: Liandra
Experience: Riding (seahorse) +1, Observation +2, Leadership +1, Interrogation +1, Trident +1, Acrobatics +1
Lore: Remaining Calm In An Emergency, Taking Charge of A Situation, Using Natural Talents To Board A Ship Flamboyantly, Suspicion of Strangers, Stabbing Strangers


Character: Pash’nar
Experience: Swimming +1, Observation +2, Leadership +1, Rhetoric +1
Lore: Assessing the Situation, Seeing A Whole Picture With Only Having Bits And Pieces of Info, Charoda Use Tridents, Cursing Under Duress, Being Pinned With A Trident



Additional Note: Hi folks. Nice thread. Loved the description of the djed spawned monster, so I gave Liandra Observation points for clarifying what exactly it was for me. In regards to magic, I give ZERO credit unless there is technique described in very clear detail. Feel free to revise for more credit XP wise. Also, Ice Ribbons (?) wouldn’t hold/cut/injure any sort of creature that was described in this thread. Nice use of magical exhaustion though. Pash, was tempted to give you more ‘stating the obvious’ lore. But you already have that one. I love how your PC does this. Liandra, nice emotion and reaction to emergencies. Gave you the acrobatics for the leap. Great thread. Too bad it wasn’t finished.



Anyhow, let me know if there are any issues!
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