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Post by Stix on Jun 28, 2007 15:59:30 GMT -5
It has been ten days since leaving Thrassos. I miss dreadfully the luxury of traveling in a full expedition, but it was my damn-fool idea to follow the stories to Pelion, and I stand by it. Damn the fickle nature of the Astral Plane!
The balaena are in rut, and their bellowing makes it difficult to sleep. When I am again on solid ground and have no more need to stuff my ears with cloth by night, I will be grateful indeed.
Piers leaves his journal open, letting the sea's winds blow the ink dry. "Break your fasts, everyone!" he calls, picking up several dark green cubes. "Dry rations, today, but I can make them a bit more palatable if you all would like. Only tell me how you'd like them to taste."
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Post by john on Jun 28, 2007 19:18:09 GMT -5
"I've no preference. Make mine dry and filling I suppose. Preferably something that won't hurt if I heave it up again." says the still rather green-looking John.
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Post by feq on Jun 29, 2007 15:08:12 GMT -5
"I can eat those, If I must, But I imagine I can pull up a fish or something more palatable."
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jun 30, 2007 1:08:02 GMT -5
The dark-skinned Prime sits comfortably far from the edge of the boat, scanning the horizons. At the human's offer Nuuko comments, "I would ask for them to taste like poached erdlu eggs and kank honey, but I doubt you'd have the slightest idea what that should be..."
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Post by Stix on Jul 1, 2007 14:00:32 GMT -5
"I've no preference. Make mine dry and filling I suppose. Preferably something that won't hurt if I heave it up again." says the still rather green-looking John. Piers tosses him a block as is. It's stiff to the touch, like a dried-out sponge, and appears to be covered in a dark green moss. "They're called ration-fruit, not very creatively," Piers comments. "The armies farm them on Acheron. You'll find they already taste like that -- but they keep for upwards of two years, so we make them a staple for long trips." "I can eat those, If I must, But I imagine I can pull up a fish or something more palatable." "Spare yourself the work and have something interesting," Piers says, casting a cantrip over the block and lobbing it between boats to Vatndir. "Salmon in a butter sauce. The texture won't be quite right, but the flavor makes it worthwhile." The dark-skinned Prime sits comfortably far from the edge of the boat, scanning the horizons. At the human's offer Nuuko comments, " I would ask for them to taste like poached erdlu eggs and kank honey, but I doubt you'd have the slightest idea what that should be..." "Hmm," says the Defier, giving pause. "What are those creatures? I could try to approximate." |
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 1, 2007 19:11:10 GMT -5
"Hmm," says the Defier, giving pause. "What are those creatures? I could try to approximate." " Erdlu are large scaled birds, some growing nearly to my height and for short times able to keep up with an elf. Their wings are too small to lift them from the ground, but the claws can be vicious. Kanks are giant ants, useful as pack animals and some slower races ride them." He says the word 'ride' with obvious disdain. |
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Post by Stix on Jul 2, 2007 0:19:38 GMT -5
" Erdlu are large scaled birds, some growing nearly to my height and for short times able to keep up with an elf. Their wings are too small to lift them from the ground, but the claws can be vicious. Kanks are giant ants, useful as pack animals and some slower races ride them." He says the word 'ride' with obvious disdain. Piers balks slightly at the sheer strangeness of the creatures described. "Your world is certainly an unusual one," he comments, casting the cantrip again. "Try this, it's the best I can approximate. Jazu eggs and Abellian honey." He tosses the block to the elf. "I've never heard of a bird with scales, but a jazu is a flightless bird that's commonly domesticated for its eggs. I hope it's close; it should at least be thoroughly palatable." |
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 2, 2007 2:46:00 GMT -5
With a sweep of his long, skinny arm Nuuko retorts, "you have as much water as Athas has sand, but drinking it would kill you. You have a race of beings that necessarily share no common traits. You have a practically endless supply of metal and still aren't the one in supreme control of a city-state. And you think my world is the unusual place?"
Before he has time to try the magically flavored food, the dark elf wordlessly retrieves his swords, bow and several dozen bizarre looking, black arrows in two quivers. With his eyes firmly fixed on the sun he sets about rehanging his weapons while addressing Piers loudly enough for all to hear, "you expecting company?"
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Post by feq on Jul 2, 2007 15:20:59 GMT -5
Vatndir chomps down the food, and says "Hmm.. Very tasty indeed, but I imagine the joy of catching a fish goes into the flavor. I think that...."
Vatndir stops short. He springs to the bow of his ship, almost in parallel to Nuuko, though the elf is clearly the superior physically. "I hope I'm not imagining something unpleasant, but as I haven't though of what it is I'm imagining yet, I expect we should all be at arms." His hands disappear into his dripping wet cloak, and reappear with beautifully sharpened knives in his hands.
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Post by Stix on Jul 2, 2007 15:25:06 GMT -5
With a sweep of his long, skinny arm Nuuko retorts, " you have as much water as Athas has sand, but drinking it would kill you. You have a race of beings that necessarily share no common traits. You have a practically endless supply of metal and still aren't the one in supreme control of a city-state. And you think my world is the unusual place?" "Well," Piers starts with a smile at Nuuko's reply, "consider this. You claim to be an elf, yet you stand two feet taller than any other in the multiverse -- outside your world, that is. As for all the water, it's a sea, and you can find them on many planes and nearly every prime world, as I understand it -- again, yours is the exception. The home you knew is only a very small part of an impossibly large infinity... and so, yes, I call it unusual." Before he has time to try the magically flavored food, the dark elf wordlessly retrieves his swords, bow and several dozen bizarre looking, black arrows in two quivers. With his eyes firmly fixed on the sun he sets about rehanging his weapons while addressing Piers loudly enough for all to hear, " you expecting company?" "Hmm?" the Athar asks, rising to his feet and looking in the direction of Nuuko's observation. The distant silhouette that seems to fly toward the boats is difficult to make out in detail, but very definitely there. "Oh... I hope that's nothing to worry about. Can you make it out?" |
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Post by john on Jul 2, 2007 20:07:46 GMT -5
John quickly arms himself with his crossbow, and grabs his shield, laying himself low in the boat, using the side of the boat, and his shield laid up over the lip, as a combination of cover. He doesn't don his armor, but lays his sword at his feet. Ready for anything. Well, anything violent. Which to his mind practically means everything.
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Post by john on Jul 2, 2007 22:01:30 GMT -5
"It's coming towards us. Best to be prepared."
John works the crank on his heavy crossbow, pulling it back to the locked position, and loads.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 3, 2007 10:42:31 GMT -5
Addressing the Defier, Nuuko replies, "being unfamiliar with these things, it looks to my eyes similar to one of these vessels we're on right now...except in the sky instead of this sea." The lanky Athasian steps over the bottom of his bow, bends the top back and rehooks the string. As the human is winching his crossbow string into place, the scout nocks an arrow but doesn't draw, instead waiting for their pursuers to get within range.
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Post by Stix on Jul 3, 2007 21:31:10 GMT -5
"Well, nothing good can come of that," Piers says bitingly as he closes his journal. "I'll wake Robert -- should we try to hail them?" he asks as he ducks into the cabin, not waiting for a response.
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Post by john on Jul 3, 2007 22:48:29 GMT -5
"Always negotiate first. But do so armed. Fishy! Friend! We'll have need of you and your knowledge of things nautical to find the properly diplomatic way to deal with our airborne interlopers!" John bellows, trying to find Vatndir who might talk them out of what looks to him to be a pretty tactically disadvantageous fight.
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Post by Stix on Jul 11, 2007 15:52:55 GMT -5
Piers and Robert can be heard bickering inside the cabin, their frantic tones conveying to outside listeners what their muffled words cannot.
The airboat seems to pick up speed, closing the distance in ominous silence, broken only by the peal of a far-off horn....
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Post by john on Jul 11, 2007 20:56:36 GMT -5
"Not good.... Fishy! Got any ideas? How about you, Nilou?"
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