Open Departure of the Tipsy Wench

[Ferrin Al'Mandrikan]

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“Don’t mind the captain, the sea leaves him lonely at times I think.” Said Shimoje as the group trailed down the boarding plank. "Is he always like that, are all sailors like that." Ferrin was thinking about pirates, though he stopped himself before saying it as it was false that Shimoje wasn't really a pirate. He was just a traveler like everyone else throughout Mizahar. That was all that was to it, really. A traveler, that turned out to be a really good friend.

"Well, on your journey I hope you find what your looking for Shimoje. Are you really going all the way back to Zeltiva?" Asked Ferrin as Shimoje Steppes slightly behind Jade and Ferrin. Ferrin had had been through a lot with Shimoje and Jade, even Hwyn. Ferrin grew a slight frown knowing that the young Hwyn is also taking a part with this departure.

The sea... Ferrin liked the sights of it. He just doesn't like the tossing and turning of the boat when the waves strike. Their are people though, who would rather live over sea then across the land. "I don't think that I'll ever get use to the waves..." Said Ferrin awkwardly. His eyes darted over to the nearest tavern. Well, the cheapest that is. Especially if it's four a slightly big group of people. "How does the Rearing Stallion sound? A nice home made meal to set for the sea?" Asked Ferrin to either Hwyn or Shimoje. They would keep walking until they've entered the building and settle down. It would be the last meal for now that Ferrin will have with Hwyn and Shimoje. He'll make every chime count.

A SHIMOJE TEMPLATE

[Alexander Demarcus]

Even in the Fields there was chatter of the ship known as the tipsy wench and it's departure from Syliras, the farmers gossiped while they worked while paying Alexander no notice, he was a common occurrence for them, Alexander was filled with both excitement and dread. Excited at the thought of leaving this retched place and moving on instead of wallowing in self-pity but dread at the thought of meeting people who may not be tolerant of him, he had spent the night contemplating what he would do.

Around midday he found himself walking along the streets trying to appear human and normal, a feat he had not yet accomplished, there were stares directed at him and a mother and her son crossed the street upon seeing him, he began to rethink his whole plan when he found his way to the docks after so many years away from the sight of the sea he was filled with a sense of relief. This is what he meant to do over 20 years ago. He wanted to be an adventurer so badly and this was his chance, After all what could be worse than his last attempt at becoming an adventurer.

he stood in front of a ship, 'the tipsy wench'. nobody was there and he dare not blink inside for fear of being caught so as his materialization began to fail and he became ethereal once more he stood in wait for the captain of the ship to find out if he join the voyage.

[Jade Laken]

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Jade walked with the pair sad that they were leaving, but happy that they would be together still. She talked with Hwyn and Shimoje laughing with them. Without thinking about it the woman continued to hold the young man's hand as they headed to the tavern. Looking ahead the blond squeezed his hand gently with a smile and skipped ahead some opening the door. She ignored different cat calls from several drunken sailors trying to drink away their imminent departure.

"This place is good with you both yes?" Jade asked gently looking as the three men walk in.

Her resilience to the calls was nothing new for the woman though perhaps new to her companions. Many drunks in Endrykas had done the same to her during festivals. Closing the door once all had entered the blond bounced over to one of the table towards the back that would provide them with some privacy. Waving and calling to the men she sat as the three hurried over. Jade was excited to bbe able to talk with Shim and Hwyn before the pair left. The sea was a mystery for the young woman. Even during the Run she had never went close to the ocean.

[Shimoje]

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The Tipsy Wench suddenly started to a spur of activity. More and more trade goods, various crates, and alcohols were being transported upon it and lifted down into the hull. It wouldn’t be hard for a stranger to easily get on board and make their way through the mass of busy-bodies unnoticed.

Elsewhere the group took their way to the Rearing Stallion, where Shimoje was quick to rush inside and get a seat. The atmosphere was that of a cheerful one, and Shimoje was feeling all sorts of mixed emotions. He was almost nervous for the adventures that would be ahead. Something told him, however, that everything would its way out. His emotions and mind were no longer as corrupted and despite the events that had taken place in Syliras he felt fulfilled.

As Shimoje was ushered to a table within the Rearing Stallion, the group most likely following. He felt a sudden surge of clarity in his mind. As he grabbed hold of the chair to sit down a sudden illumination of a mark made itself visible on the back of his hand, and images and sounds rushed into his head. The familiar sound of a chisel carving at wood, the hammer slamming pegs of wood together to form the chair, and hints of wood style from the tree that the chair was formed from. A grand oak tree, which most likely forms many bits of furniture.

Shimoje had his eyes closed as the images and chavi of the chair made itself known. Other’s would surely notice the glowing of the mark on his hand, as it illuminated throughout the dark setting of the tavern. Shimoje didn’t care to hide it once it had made itself apparent. Though, he was particularly surprised that it would occur at this time after so long.

Before his arrival to Syliras the Tipsy Wench attempted to make a connection toward the northern areas of the Suvan Sea, but the North Winds simply wouldn’t allow it. There he had his first adventure in these parts, but had mostly kept it a secret.

As he sat after a moment of observing the chavi, he simply stated “Well, what does everyone want to eat? I think we should share a large meal rather than all order separate plates!” Shimoje said as the back of his palm still remained glowing… possibly indefinitely.