Open Chronicles Where the Waves Crash

[Vulpesen]

"I remember the fallen, do they think of me... when my bones in the ocean forever will be," Vulpesen sang out, one hand grasping the rigging of the ship as he stared out into the sparkling ocean. With the breeze whipping through his hair, the salt of the water refreshed his senses, bringing about a sense of calm for the mage.

"Not bad, elf, but Davies still got ya beat! Maybe you should join him tonight when the real songs begin!" called out on of the deckhands below, his arms pushing a scrubber along the deck to ensure that it was kept clean and orderly. In relation to the other ships Vulpesen had been on the Wave's Crest was an orderly and well put together vessel. The captain's crew was well disciplined, and its capabilities for a voyage were far beyond what someone might expect. Still, the southeastern seas were a dangerous place. But dangerous places were often quite lucrative for those who had the steel to survive them.

Such danger was what brought Vulpesen, and a few others to the captain's voyage. Pirates roamed these waters and as such, more hands would be needed than usual to keep its cargo safe. Given that his Warlock pact didn't involve any coin save what he could gain from those he contracted his services to... the seemingly elven man had decided that it would be best to take the job on the seas. Given his experience on a ship and magical capabilities, the job seemed like a perfect fit.

 

[Jexlt Warren]

Vulpesen

Jexlt stood on the deck, watching as the ship sailed through the waves. Good thing he didn't get motion sick easily... Like the others on the ship, Jex was here to help escort the ship to its destination across these dangerous waters. Plus, the pay seemed pretty good, and this wasn't Jex's first time on a ship.

He heard one of the other mercs, an elf, singing. Jex wasn't sure why he was singing, but Jex rarely questioned anything. Plus, the crew seemed to enjoy it, so it was keeping morals high, for one thing. Jex had very little knowledge in music, so he could hardly talk.

One of the deckhands spoke to the elf. "I'm not sure about that one. The elf might got him beat there." Jex called out to them.

"Besides, tonight is your turn for guard duty." Jex told the elf man. "I had it last night, so that means it's your turn. And I do not want to have to do it twice in a row."

 

[Vulpesen]

The praise of the fellow newcoming brought a smile to the warlock's lips, but hearing of his impending long night was far less welcome. Vulpesen gave a groan, the cheer in his voice instantly dropped. "All day in the riggin', all night in the nest, then. Wonderful." Leaning back, he almost seemed to fall from his ropes, only to catch himself with his knees to hang upside down. "I swear I'm gonna go blind staring at that horizon."

Jexlt Warren

 

[Xzaar Vixneel]

"Careful. We wouldn't wanna have to fish you outta the ocean!" Yelled Xzaar from the deck, humorous but, seriously, he doesn't want to do that. He's almost entirely in it for the pay as he spent all he's had on ale while hitting up the local brothel. The liberation of Falwood is more tiring than he anticipated and he couldn't resist the chance to get away from it AND earn gold in the process. He's positive that everyone here has had more experience on the ocean than him, but he's had his fair share of voyages. Vulpesan's jovial mood, however, did take a somersault into the sea at the thought of watch duty. It was apparent to Xzaar that Vulpesan is weary of it all, so he volunteered. "Screw the turns. I'll take watch this time." They'll need most of the crew free of fatigue if they'll efficiently escort the cargo to its destination. Although... Xzaar isn't entirely certain if it's the ale or not that prompted him to volunteer. He hates watch duty like everyone else. He took a final sip and poured the remaining ale into the ocean. Perhaps a detox.

But watch duty is a nice turn in events.

You might request a change in scenery after attempted murder on a Dreadlord.​

 

[Jexlt Warren]

Vulpesen Xzaar Vixneel

Jexlt raised an eyebrow at the elf man. "Hey, don't blame me. You chose this life path. Just something we gotta deal with in our line of work. No one says that anything we do is easy." Jex shrugged. He had come to accept the hard working conditions, even enjoying them. It made his work all the more fun.

Then, one of the others on the ship yelled up to Vulpesen. Jex turned to him as he said that he'd take it tonight. "If you want to. Though you do realize that if you do it tonight, the schedule says that you're doing it the next night, right?" Jex asked him.

Jexlt looked back out at the direction that the ship was going. "How long do you think that we'll be out here, until we reach our destination?"

 

[Vulpesen]

"Aye, I did. But I'm a rigger, not a barrelman. My place is below the crows nest, now within it," the roped man responded. Though upon hearing Xzaar Vixneel speak up, a broad smile fell upon Vulpesen's face. Grasping a nearby swinging line, he released his leg and swung right side up to sway with the breeze. "Much obliged friend. And if its any consolation, the lookout can be a nice time to enjoy some peace and quiet. Clear your head. Mine just never clears so it ain't much use to me."

Vulpesen's head tilted as the bosun called for a change in the sails and thus, he swung back to the yard scampered up to untack the mainsail and move it to another position, dancing through the ropes as if he were born within them. "Maybe about a week more. If the winds favor us, we might get there a couple days early. The seas have been calm and the navigator says they oughta stay as such, though I've heard of rogue storms before."

Jexlt Warren

 

[Xzaar Vixneel]

Gods. It was the ale. He probably wouldn't have been so quick to volunteer if he didn't skim over the schedule. Although far less enthusiastic, he still accepted the job. Peace and quiet does seem like a nice deal... the hectic skirmishes he may find himself in back home tends to unravel him at times. The last comment made by the elf made him narrow his eyes in confusion. Mysterious guy that is. He doesn't know anything about him, but one thing he does know is that he's extremely proficient at sailing. He swung and moved around the ship with such elegance that only experience could give him. He must spend a lot of time on the waves. It's always a pleasure seeing people do what they're best at.

"So, what exactly are we escorting and.. where are we going. I'm afraid I drank a bit of alcohol and things were a little blur." He stifled a smile, knowing damn well that he toned down both things and that was very obvious. "Must be important considering how focused and obedient the crew is. Something worth stealing, hence the mercs aboard." If he was a thief- well, if he was a bad thief, he'd definitely be scouting this ship.

Jexlt Warren​