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Arothir
27/Jan/2010, 01:08 AM
White Town was at its busiest level in a long while, though busy doing what was a mystery to most who would notice it. Such activity was being done in the most secretive fashion, often by the light of the moon, though enough went into the most prestigious of Dol Amroth's three ports. ThoronŽar was docked, named "Eagle of the Sea" for her speed and strength, her sides not of the white wood of the Prince's ship, but was still of excellent craftsmanship, with several chests stored beneath her deck. Many whispered rumors as to the origin and reasons for the ship being harbored in White Town, even among the crew, but the whole purpose was to be revealed in time. A captain has been appointed, a man seasoned in the ways of Ulmo's realm, ready to take the ship where she needs to go, but the crew needed to board, though for some reason a summons had been issued for a few Swan Knights to also be present, fueling more rumors, but those who know the purpose will not reveal it.

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Angelikus Snape
27/Jan/2010, 09:52 AM
Radest ~ Swan Knight
On the Way and arriving at White Town

</font>Radest woke up with a start early in the morning. It was said beforehand that Swan Knights were requested to go to White Town for something. What it was, Radest did not know but he was not about to argue with Prince Imrahil as to what they were supposed to do when they got there. Being the manner of not underestimating anything, Radest brought and wore with him his full gear including his spear, shield and anket, not to mention some clothes, food and other provisions because he did not know how long his trip was going to last. He then proceeded to the White Town to know what was going on and what exactly they were supposed to do when they got there.

Upon riding his horse and arriving at White Town, he saw ThoronŽar docked on the shore. "Don't tell me, I have to ride a ship?" His thought to himself as he continued to walk towards the dock. It was not because he absolutely hates riding ships but he was uncomfortable in doing so. "But why are Swan Knights supposed to ride a ship to an unknown location anyway?" he continuously thought to himself but there was nothing for it. He had to ride the ship and ride he must. He then boarded the ship but the question still remains, who would be there with him and where would they be going?</font>

God
27/Jan/2010, 03:01 PM
Dale Orin - Swan Knight
Arriving at the Thoronear

"I hope the sea doesn't make you green," he said, clapping Radest on the back as he passed him while boarding. The details were still fuzzy to him, but the Swan Knight had been called and he would obey. It was as simple as that.

Somehow he felt secure on the deck of the ship, his boots sturdy on the boards below him despite the rocking and swaying no matter the sea conditions. The horizon was always in his sites and his keen eyes could spot a ship still leagues away even in the dimmest dusk. Someday, if there ever was a reason why his sword might not be needed to serve the prince, he might seek to captain his own vessel. But the road of service was long and unpredictable, and he pushed such thoughts out of his head.

Rohanna
27/Jan/2010, 05:10 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Rosco felt that warm feeing inside that she always felt when about to board a ship. She loved the sea and would gladly put sea-faringover anything, even family. Though to be truthful, her family was pretty much not an issue as most had either long ago perished in one struggle or another or they had just flat-out disowned her. No one seemed to share her love of the sea, and no one, not even her very favorite uncle whose sailing stories had first ensnared her, believed that a woman should be a sailor.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">As soon as she was old enough she tried to set sail, but it had been her most unfortunate experience to find that most sailors, whether military or merchant, did not much approve of females on board; unless they were some kind of precious possession the men could guard and escort from port to port. She bristled at the thought of men who thought women were only good for protecting. Rosco wasn't the strongest sailor or the bravest, but she was strong enough and brave enough and always worked 10 times harder than any man on board;often making hera favorite ofwhatever captain she should be blessed to sail with.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">She had felt tremendous pride when she was hired to join this crew. It was a beautiful ship, the nicest she had ever been on. And all the secrecy of who, what, when, where didn't bother her - she was just along for the ride. Upon hearinga muffled voicecoming from the deck, Roh looked up and spotted a Swan Knight. Swan Knights on board? hmmm... She did hope the captain would be a good one. Her experience had shown her that the sea had a definite mind of its own and only the right captains could be trusted to get one through the whims of Ulmo. Would the captain be a Swan Knight too? she wondered.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Well no sense just standing about. Rosco made sure that her hair was all tucked up under her cap and that none of her womanly curves or bulges showed through the decidedly male attire she was wearing. Rosco had had to pretend she was a male for quite a few years now, otherwise she got no respect from the other sailors at all, and this trip would be no different she expected. She wasn't sure why, but she stopped just at the foot of the plank before boarding, a sudden chill that she could not explain ran up her spine. She had never been afraid of the sea before, this was just silly, but yet her feet seemed as though they were anchored to the dock...

Pele Alarion
27/Jan/2010, 06:32 PM
Aidan - the cabin boy
Approaching the ship

A grin on a fifteen year old lad's face seemed the biggest ever seen, as he slowly made his way towards the ship. Not far away from the dock, he stopped to admire the worthy vessel. He had observed many a ship, while roaming the harbours and searching for a way to get involved in one adventure or the other. No need to say that he had gotten into troublesome adventures once in a while, deserving a beating or two upon being caught.

But now things would be different, Aidan told himself. Now he would have a real job onboard this amazing ship and work like a real man should. It was just about time for it, too! He puffed up his chest proudly and smoothed out the dark blue simple tunic, tightened around his waist with a broad leather belt. He looked over the black leggings reaching to his ankles, as well as his simple sandals. This was the best attire he had, though not the one he usually liked to wear. That was hidden away in the sack he carried slung across his shoulder, containing both his everyday clothes and some other items he considered necessary.

Finally he approached the ship with the another glance over his shoulder. He left behind his mother and his two younger siblings with a passing thought that he might earn something on this trip and bring back for them. However, adventure was first and foremost in his young mind, so he hastened onwards.

There he almost ran into another person (Rosco) standing thoughtfully, as it seemed. Deeming her a sailor, he stopped just next to her and beamed up with a merry greeting. "Uh... hullo, sir," he said eagerly. "Are you also boarding this ship? I have been taken as a cabin boy there..." Bravely he stuck out his hand to further show his friendliness. "Name's Aidan. And yours?"

Aerlinn Mordagnir
27/Jan/2010, 09:53 PM
Kurik - Sailor
At the Dock

'What on earth am I doing here?' Kurik thought in exasperation. The dark-haired man really had no idea how he had managed to get himself talked into something like this. Sailing? Really? As far as he was concerned he had served his time on the ocean as a teenager and he had never had any intention of going back to the sea-faring way of life. It was not that he had hated it, for there had been good moments, but it certainly had not been attractive enough for him to want to do it again. "Show's what you know," he grumbled under his breath.

With a resigned sigh, he turned his clear gaze to the ship he was to be manning. He could not help but admit that it was a beautiful craft. ThoronŽar, she was named, 'Eagle of the Sea', and Kurik's trained brown eyes could already tell that she could live up to that name. He looked again at the open ocean and paused for a moment. Unmoving, he stood framed against the dock in his breeches, light blue tunic, and black leather vest. Hard leather boots enclosed his feet. Despite his initial dismay at the oncoming voyage, Kurik could not help but feel a brief spark of excitement and awe. 'Quit that,' he scolded himself, 'you are not a little kid anymore.'

'Ah well,' Kurik thought finally, 'time to get moving.' He shouldered the pack that contained extra clothes and other travel gear and walked up to the plank. Two other people were standing there. One was dressed as an ordinary man (Rosco) but something seemed strange to Kurik. He let himself shrug it off however, whatever the other wanted to do was their own business. The other was a boy (Aidan) of about fifteen; sixteen maybe if he was small for his age. It was he who caught Kurik's attention. He reminded him very much of himself long ago, and even more so of his son, wherever he was. Shaking himself from his thought, he nodded a greeting to the pair and gave them a quick smile. "Hullo, friends. I take it you're sailing out on her?" he said, gesturing slightly towards the ship. "The name's Kurik," he added in way of an introduction.


Edited by: Aerlinn Mordagnir

Rohanna
28/Jan/2010, 02:57 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Is this woman's intuition? Bah! How can I expect to be treated equally if I fall to silly superstitions and old wives' tales. Luckily Rosco's soft voice didn't carry when she talked/thought out loud to herself. She had found that she did it quite often, but luckily no one had ever seemed to really hear, or at least not notice it was a female voice. Maybe that's why she loved the sea so much, it drowned out things one didn't want heard.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">It was then that a hand was jutted out before her. Much to Rosco's surprise, it was attached to an arm of a rather young man (Aidan.) Hardly ready for the hardships of a stormy sea Rosco couldn't help but think to herself, but then she understood all too well the age of discovery. "Rosco, Rosco da Waxa. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm a sailor on this ship, so it looks like we'll probably see a fair bit of each other."
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">At that moment, another voice joined them. As Roh turned, she saw a dark-haired man (Kurik) that she might have thought handsome had she herself not been acting as a man. As hard as she might though, she couldn't hold back a grin at the siteof thesailor and the cabin boystanding side by side. One so young-looking, and the poor mannext to him who otherwise might nothave lookedold, but next to the boy looked quite ancient. Rosco wondered what exactly she looked like amid them. "Hello to you too. I'm Rosco and this here is Aidan, and yes it looks as though we are all crewing together."
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Looking up the plank, Rosco was getting excited. "Isn't she beautiful? Maybe we should board, eh?"Edited by: Expensive and Expendable

Pele Alarion
28/Jan/2010, 06:22 AM
Aidan - the cabin boy
Boarding the ship

Aidan was quite happy to see that his greeting was taken in kind. He showed a flash of his white teeth and pushed back the strands of disobedient dark brown hair falling into his eyes. "You have a rather foreign sounding name, if I may say," he noted in his merry voice. In fact, he felt attracted to build friendship with this sailor on the grounds of that alone. Then he could boast to his friends later on about having sailed with someone who had such a name! "I'd be happy to spend a fair amount of time on this ship with you then," he admitted honestly.

Then another joined them, introducing himself as Kurik. "Well met," he said to the man, his grey eyes dancing with joy and expectation. "Good to make your acquaintance. I'm Aidan, as the mate here said." It seemed that he already had gotten to know the names of two of his shipmates, and he felt secure enough to venture onwards.

When Rosco mentioned going aboard, he agreed wholeheartedly. "Aye! An amazing ship she is. I've never been on one like this before!" Aidan didn't speak of the fact that all he had mostly experienced were small fishing boats and the ships he had managed to sneak upon, before being chased off by angry sailors. But at the least he was used to waters and he counted himself ready to face anything that might come. Or so he thought.

"Let us then!" he called to his newly made acquaintances and scurried up the plank to stand on the deck of the ship. His wide eyes took in everything he could see from this point of view, the boards of the deck, the masts, the sails. Hands on hips he stood there and looked as if he owned the ship.

Angelikus Snape
28/Jan/2010, 09:59 AM
Radest ~ Swan Knight
Aboard the </font>ThoronŽar</font>

</font>'Sir Dale Orin!' </font>Radest said as if surprised. He, of course knew that some Swan Knights just like him were going to be on this trip but who was with him, was a little bit fuzzy. "I don't get sick on boat rides, but I would rather ride a horse. More stable, and will not tip over if Ulmo has a tantrum of some sort." he said as they were now both on </font>ThoronŽar while waiting for the others to arrive.</font>

Růmeran
29/Jan/2010, 02:44 AM
Sir Ciryon ~ Swan Knight
Aboard the Thoronear
A young man, by the ages of the Dunedain though he was twenty-eight, rode up to the dock on the back of a grey mare. His mail clinked as he dismounted and handed the reigns to a younger man who was following him on foot. The mare tapped her front right foot on the ground impatiently and snorted. "Be careful with her" Ciryon commanded to the young man. "She doesn't like being manhandled" he added not really paying much heed to the boy before he walked off towards Thoronear. The young man was his page and unfortunately for Ciryon would not be accompanying him on this journey for he was too young, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be doing Ciryon a service and returning his horse to the stables. Ciryon probably could have walked but he decided it was more appropriate noble to arrive on horesback rather than walk amongst the lower classes to the ship. He looked the ship over and smiled, she was a beauty. Ciryon from a young age had caught the sea-fever and had gone out of his way to accompany any noble captains on journeys even trading ones. This was, being something lessmilitaristic, that Ciryon's father approved of--although he often accompanied captains as a guard for the boat. At least he would be learning something besides how to fight, his father thought.




"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, and the wheels kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, and a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking." Ciryon mused aloud as he boarded the ship reciting one of his favourite poems*. He looked at the crew and smiledpolitelythough had no real intent of speaking with any of them. He looked around the ship hoping he would not be the only Swan Knight. Luckily, he wasn't. It appeared as if Sir Radest and Sir Dale were already aboard and talking to themselves. He approached them proudly and smiled, "It is not Ulmo you must fear, dear Radest, but the wrath of Osse for it is he that commands the seas and the coasts, it is said our ancestors looked to Unien to restrain her husband" he said half in jest half truly representing old sailor's customs. "But don't dwell too much on the will of Osse for the ships of Dol Amroth steer ever on course and the winds are kind to us."
*Sea Fever by John Masefield.</font>

Nen Lalaith
30/Jan/2010, 12:59 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Nťtino - Merchant
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Netino heaved himself out of his carriage as it came to a halt at the docks. His jolly, grey eyes flashed up to the Thornonear which was quite an eye-catcher. She's quite the beauty, aye Presky? he said appreciatively of the ship as his head groom helped him down the carriage steps.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Aye, master, came the stolid reply. She is brand new and there is much talk andrumour that surrounds her. Too much for such a new ship, Presky added ominously. Netino looked him over with one raised eyebrow and then chuckled. His head groom was rather well known for his prophecies of doom. Nothing ever seemed to have a bright side where this man was concerned. Clapping Presky cheerfully on the back Netino said, Well, let us hope that whatever doom you predict might be milder than you envision it, my man. Although, he stopped here and peered shrewdly at his groom, something tells me you'll be very pleased if you were proved wholly right. He shook his head in amusment, and then leaning heavily on his cane stepped away. His voice and tone changed to one of authority as he added, I will send word to you, Presky when I shall return. Pay off the boys, will you? I have no more need of them and you. I am sure the sailors on board will take care of the goods.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Presky nodded and stepped away to do his master's bidding.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Netino, meanwhile, turned to gaze once more at the ship that was to be his home base for awhile. His thoughts floated to the summons that had reached him a few days ago. He had been sitting at his desk, looking through his accounts. Business had been going extremely well for him the past months and he was very pleased. It would have behoved him to answer such a summons, then, but curiosity had allowed him to respond to it. What this whole thing was about remained to him a mystery. But it had been a long while indeed since he had sailed out to sea, and Netino was quite excited about the prospect of being on deck again.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">The last time he had been at sea he had had quite an unexpected adventure...oh some ten or twelve years ago. It was then that he had acquired the pronouncedlimp that now made him easily recognisable among aquaintances. Netino was a tall man, as were all the Dunedain of the South. He had once been well built and atheletic too, but a prosperous business and easy life had given him a few added pounds, most easly observed at his waist line. His eyes were a warm grey, easily prone to a good laugh, but closer aquaintance with him also revealed a shrewdness that many often thought he did not possess. Perhaps because he was always so jolly and loud, and showed a marked preference for good food and wine, people thought that there was nothing else to this big man.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">There were few who knew otherwise.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Now, as Netino boarded the ship, his grey glance took in the activity about him. He noticed that besides himself and the sailors there were a few Swan Knights as well. Interesting. He wondered for perhaps the millionth time, what this whole voyage was about...Edited by: Nen

Veowyn Girarion
30/Jan/2010, 02:41 PM
Vandani - Merchant
Boarding Thoronear

Vandani had tossed and turned all night, in her small bed in the White Town inn. She was so excited. Not only was this her first time ever going past the Fields of Pelennor, she was going to ride a ship! This was going to be quite the adventure. She had always wanted an adventure. So, even with but maybe a couple hours of sleep, total, she was bright eyed and ready to go.

She wished that Cory or some one could have come with her, but it had not been enough to get her not to go. She was so proud that her father had thought she was ready for this job. Yes, he was ill, but he had spoken very clear that she should be the one to go this time. She was not quite sure why, but he would not even hear of his other travelers going. She was the one who was representing the merchants of Minas Tirith, in this trip. Her wagons carried goods from every different fellowship.

Once she got her wagon drivers up, and got them to move from where they had stayed for the night, she wasted no time getting them to the docks. She stared in awe at the ocean, and the Thoronear. "Wow," she breathed, her hazel eyes a light. She spotted the sailors, the Swan Knights, a young boy, and another merchant.

The sounds of her goods being unloaded brought her attention back to her work. She started directing the things she wanted unloaded when. She held two books, in her hands. One was open, and she was checking things off a list she had made. Once all the boxes and crates were unloaded from the wagons, and put on the ship, she smiled and bid the drivers farewell. She clutched her books tightly to her chest, took a deep breath, and started to board the ship.

Her red-brown curls swayed with the breeze, as the rest of her did with the waves. She stumbled a couple steps, holding an arm out to the side to stable herself. She felt like her legs were going to crumble under her. Her face was bright red, as she could feel the sailors watching her. Surely they would be laughing at her reaction to the sea. Never in her almost 20 years had she felt this embarrassed. Managing to make it back to the railing, she straightened herself up, and managed to look like she was almost standing normally.

Aerlinn Mordagnir
31/Jan/2010, 01:38 AM
Kurik-Sailor
Boarding the Ship

Kurik cocked his head slightly, wondering what on earth Rosco was grinning at. His face wasn't really that funny of a sight. 'Sailors were such strange folk,' he thought. Then he mentally kicked himself. 'Of course, now he was a sailor too, at least temporarily. Did that still count?' he wondered. He held out his hand to Rosco and then to the boy as they returned his introduction. The former looked like he was an experienced hand but Kurik would have been willing to bet this was the latter's first time out on open water.

"You been to sea before?" he asked the boy. He made sure to keep the question casual and flippant. He had no intention of demeaning the young man, he was just curious. Kurik might not have been currently sharing the kid's excitement for the upcoming voyage, but he remembered well the excitement of first setting out your own and making your own way. In fact, sailing had been one of the first things he had done too, apart from odd jobs around town that was. He wondered if the boy would stay to become a sailor or move on.

If there was one thing they could all easily agree on it was that the ship they were to crew was indeed beautiful. "One of the best crafts I've ever seen," Kurik agreed with Rosco and Aidan. "She'll be a pleasure to handle." Then he waited for Rosco to answer the to-be cabin boy about his name. He hadn't really noticed it at first, but now that the boy had brought it up he too was rather curious. Something about the other man was still nudging at the edge of his thoughts as well. Kurik stared at him hard for a moment, but there was no revelation.

Then what remained of Aidan's patience evaporated and he ran up the plank to the deck of the ship. Kurik could not help but grin and shake his head at the youth's enthusiasm. "Crazy kid doesn't know what he's getting himself into," he muttered under his breath, but he was still smiling. Following Aidan up the plank he stopped for a moment as he saw the young man framed against the deck. His hands were on his hips and even from the back he looked positively delighted. 'He shouldn't be here,' Kurik thought, feeling strangely reluctant about this entire venture. It was more than his initial, rather grumpy, misgivings. The Swan Knights he saw on board did nothing to reassure him. 'He's just a kid, too many things go could wrong.' But there was nothing to do about it now. Hoping that Rosco would join them, Kurik stepped up to stand by Aidan and nodded towards the sight in front of them.

"Impressive, huh?" he commented as they waited for some sort of command. It was not an entirely casual comment. There were clear signs now that this was to be more than just a quick jaunt to and from shore. There was extra gear and extra people and far too many whispered rumors flying about.

Kurik raised his eyebrows a little as he saw a young lady (Vandani), obviously a passenger, stumble as she boarded the ship. Her face turned bright red and after a moment she managed to right herself with the assistance of the railing. He lifted his hand in a casual salute in case she saw him watching. It was a teasing gesture, but meant only in fun.


Edited by: Aerlinn Mordagnir

Rohanna
31/Jan/2010, 03:40 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Rosco da Waxa- Sailor
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">What had always helped Rosco pass for a man was her height, and she sure needed those long legs to follow Aidan and Kurik up the plank. One big kid chasing one little kid shechuckled to herself as she huffed and puffed up the plank with her heavy pack and belt. She half-shouted up to them that she would tell them the story of her name later on, when she wasn't trying to keep up and failing miserably, but she wasn't even sure if they could hear her by now.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Her pack wasmostly just clothes, coats, gloves, hats,and especially her big boots that went over her shoes and halfway up her thighs. A sailor's very best friend was his boots on those days when the sea just spat at you. Her beltweighed her down sometimes too, as it carried her most prized collectionof small knives and hand tools - special ones forscaling fish, boning and cleaning fish, cutting rope, cutting nets, cooking, healing, sewing, self-defense, and a couple she hadn't decided what exactly they were best used for yet, she just liked how they looked or how they felt in her hand. One of the smallest knives waspurple. She treasured it most of all but had never used it, ever. Sailors and their superstitions...
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">By the time she had reached the deck and unburdened herself of the pack she could see nothing but what she would call chaos. Swan Knights and merchants had boarded and were boarding, crates and boxes were starting to pile up on deck. As a member of the crew, she was ready to get to work loading the hold and making the shipready to put out ot sea, but where was the darn captain? How was one supposed to store cargo on a ship that one had never sailed on before? Every sailor knew that how you stacked and stored the cargo was of utmost importance, you couldn't just throw it down into the hold and hope for the best. A captain would be able to tell them where to put what, how high to stack, and how much weight to put where. She hoped Aidan and Kurik couldn't see the fret developing in her eyes. They seemed like they could be good friends, and Rosco didn't want her worrisome attitude to hinder that. She just knew that when it came to the sea the motto was always safety first.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Glancing around, her eyes fell on the young woman looking queasy by therail (Vandani), and knew that undoubtedly this was one of the reasons for all this hubbub. Probably some spoiled princess, andwe're all just along to tote her shoe collection here and there was Rosco's first thought, but then in fairness the young woman really didn't look like a snooty princess. In fact, she seemed to have actually known what was going on, and she had books which meant she could read. Rosco was impressed and a bit more sympathetic about the sea-sickness, which sheknewwould probably pass on its own, but if not she always carried some ginger with her just in case someone needed it. She would make a note to check on the young lady againlater.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Rosco watched as another apparent merchant (Netino) looked as though hetoo was waiting for someone to start loading his cargo. Merchants sometimes could be pleasant and sometimes could be pains in the rear, but Swan Knights just plain made Rosco nervous. She wished the Captain would arrive. At least someone giving her orders would make her feel more at ease with all of these strange passengers.Edited by: Expensive and Expendable

Nen Lalaith
31/Jan/2010, 10:12 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Unsteady footsteps on the wooden boards of the ship caught Netino's attention. Turning around to see what all the fuss was about he found a young woman (Vandani) staggering along the ship to the railings, obviously not used to the gentle motions of the anchored ship. Shaking his head in gentle amusement, the merchant went over to the girl and said with a smile in his voice and grey eyes, "New to the sea, child? What is a youngster like you doing aboard this ship?" At that, Netino quickly looked about him to see if perhaps he had been mistaken and the girl was really here with an escort. His eyes, though, fell on the recently loaded cargo and he turned to give the girl and enquiring look, "Merchant goods, lass?" Then sure that he had guess right he smiled and patted her comfortingly on the shoulder, "I don't know who could be foolish enough to send one as young as you with all that cargo, but you'll take to the sea soon, my child. Nothing like a good dose of salt water to make a good adventure." He smiled at that last, reassuringly at the copper haired young woman in front of him. Edited by: Nen

Veowyn Girarion
03/Feb/2010, 03:49 PM
Vandani - Merchant
On Deck

Yep, she was right. She could not feel more embarrassed. One of the sailors even gave her a mock salute. She knew he was only teasing, so she managed a smile back at him. But her impulse to run and hide was growing, however she knew that if she moved from the railing she would make a fool of herself again. Then her heart sank more when some one (Nťtino) came over and spoke to her.

She did manage to smile up at him, though. "Yes, this is my first time really out of the White City, Minas Tirith. I am Vandani Gittens." She did not answer his second question, as she assumed he would figure it out. He was the other merchant, so she knew he was smart enough to figure it out. By either her name, or the fact that no one else seemed to have joined with the second set of cargo. This man seemed nice enough, even with all his questions. However when he insulted her father, she narrowed her eyes a little at him. "My father is no fool. One can not be Marketplace Mayor for as long as he had been and be any thing but smart in the art of marketing. Now that I am to assume the title, we thought it best I get to know another aspect of the business. Don't you agree?"

Vandani knew he had not meant to offend her, so her glare eased, and she smiled again. "Every girl deserves at least one good adventure." She nodded, more for herself than any thing. "Is trade really any different where we are going, than it is at home?" Van asked this, obviously, seasoned merchant, since she had not had the chance to ask her father before she left.

Karis Ziranphel
03/Feb/2010, 03:53 PM
Nar‚k Urud - Merchant sailor
White Town docks/ Aboard the ThoronŽar

Nar‚k heard the thump of feet treading the decking above his head. He supposed he should go up soon and help with preparations to cast off, but his gaze lingered on the two chests before him. Securely strapped down like the rest of the chests in the hold, these two held his attention as his rough finger once again traced the simple rune marking the lids. So many years, and now I shall finally see if I have what it takes.

He had sailed the seas for many years, and often traded little trinkets as sailors do, but this would be his first venture bringing actual cargo of his own. A test to see if he had the ability to sell goods for a profit and then choose wisely enough to select a return cargo that was also prized in Dol Amroth.

Brushing a hand over his dark unruly beard, Nar‚k collected his thoughts and finally turned away from the chests toward the ladder up to the main deck. Climbing the ladder into the open, no observer would have taken the man for a merchant. He blended in well with his fellow sailors of the ThoronŽar, with rough blue trousers and a faded green tunic that was belted with a wide leather belt and topped by an open and scared leather vest. No sailor who had to work in the rigging would carry a sword about, so the long knife at his waist and a blade strapped to his calf under the trews were the only weapons he bore at the present.

Looking about at those gathered on deck, Nar‚k hid a small smile of amusement behind his beard, but it quickly slipped away again at the thought of the serious implications of swan knights being present. Not one to stand about idly thinking, however, he quickly set about helping to lash down equipment and stow the last few provisions being brought aboard.

Fírimar
04/Feb/2010, 09:37 PM
Siwulf- Captain
On Board the ThoronŽar

He stood at the helm, his sea-colored eyes veiled by shadow in the morning sun as he watched the sailors, merchants and Swan Knights board his ship. Long, sable hair floated in the gentle offshore breeze as he tapped a long finger on the tiller. Finally he moved, his gait the rolling steps of a man who lived his life on the open waters. Clad only in baggy, maroon pants, a silver hoop at his ear, the man did not look like much. Only his weatherbeaten face, and the series of battle scars over his broad shoulders and back gave indication of his nearly forty summers, for he was slender and rangy, with features that spoke of Numenorean blood.

Siwulf wove around the people on the deck, making his way towards the group of sailors who seemed to be waiting instruction. He studied them carefully, for he knew them not. Two looked to be of good experience, although the lad, who else but a cabinboy, seemed green. No matter, Siwulf mused, they all started that way. He'd either be seasoned or dead at the end of the voyage. His eyes sought the tall, older man and then the younger. "Names, both o' ye. Then yer can get these lazy land-lubbers to werk stacking them crates. I won't be havin' a sloppy hold. Round up them knights, they's got more muscles than them werthless merchants we be haulin." He stared once more at the younger sailor (Rosco) for something about the lad was odd, he could almost touch it...but it was of no matter, as long as the work was done. "I be comin' along shortly, but I trust ye can find the hold without me."

At last he turned to the youngest of the three. "I be guessing you are the cabin-boy. Ye've no sea knowing, I can see that straight off, but ye will. I no be separating ye from yer new friends, but I want to make sure you know who I be, and yer job. Which is basically anything I tell you, but we do be getting to that. First off, I want yer name, and true age-" Siwulf winked at the boy, for he had once been a cabin-boy as well. "Then we'll be off to the hold to help load this muck cluttering my deck."

His maroon pants flapped in the breeze as he gazed over the deck, his bare feet gripping the smooth wood. How he longed for open waters, with a strong wind at his back, but he knew, deep in the gut, that this voyage would likely be one of the ones he would long to forget.

Pele Alarion
07/Feb/2010, 05:10 AM
Aidan - cabin boy
On the ship

Aidan had rushed on, not hearing much of what his new companions said, the words lost to his ears in his determination. Now he stood, happy to be on board a ship he could have only dreamed of. His keen eyes, however, did not remain idle even for a moment, and he observed the gathering of the people, once he was satisfied with seeing the ship itself.

He noticed who seemed to be merchants, especially one particular lady. Aidan grinned to himself. He would have to make sure to attend to her and earn her favour. After all she was beautiful and the only woman on board, as far as he could see. And then there was at least one more merchant - their goods were already piling up on the deck. Then the young lad's eyes lingered on Knights in their shining armour. He had not known that the ship crew were in need of knights, though perhaps they were on the errand of their own.

Kurik's voice near him returned Aidan to awareness of the new acquaintances, and he glanced at him and nodded. "Aye, impressive it is. Say, where are we sailing to? Do you know?" he asked. In his eagerness to get away from Dol Amroth at least for a while he had not spent time investigating the destination of the ship, though usually he was inquisitive and would search for all the knowledge that was available to seeking minds and ears.

Just then he noticed the man steering their way. At first he thought it was just another sailor, but hearing him addressing Kurik and Rosco, he assumed that it was captain. For a few brief moments Aidan wondered about it, for he had imagined that captain of a ship like this would look... better dressed, perhaps? But no matter. He would show his respect and all, since lack of it could see him set with his two feet back on hard land in no time.

When Siwulf spoke to him, Aidan straightened up and raised his chin to look into the captain's eyes with a most serious and devoted look he could manage to round up. Somewhere within him rebellious and sharp words rose to object to him not knowing the sea. After all he had been out in his father's fishing boat once or twice when he was about eight or nine years old... But he bit his tongue and remained silent on the matter.

"Name's Aidan, cap'n, sir," he responded in a loud and serious voice. "Age fifteen - turned just two days ago. I'm totally at your bidding, jus' command and I'll do it." In his eagerness he already looked at the cargo, seeking out with his gaze the biggest of the boxes to carry and to show off his prowess.

Aerlinn Mordagnir
09/Feb/2010, 12:34 AM
Kurik-Sailor
Onboard and Following Orders

Too many knights, Kurik thought worriedly. In part, it was his own prejudices speaking, his regard for noblemen was rather low most of the time. It was more than that however, there presence here made him nervous and uneasy. There was no reason for them, at least, not one that he knew; and he did not like the implications of any of the reasons he could conjure up in his mind. Muttering a curse, the tall man nodded at Rosco as he came up on deck. The other man was likable and seemed to be reliable, it would be good to have friends here.

Then Aidan asked him about their destination and Kurik could only make a face. "As a matter of fact," he admitted to the boy, "I have no idea where we're going. Don't ask me how I got talked into coming anyways because I don't know the answer to that either." Well okay, it had been a favor for a friend, and now he was only hoping he wouldn't regret it. Laughing softly at himself he shook his head at Aidan. "Don't use me as an example, son. You should always know where you're going before you start. That way at least you know if somethin' goes wrong."

Before Kurik could say anything else their trio was approached weather-beaten man who walked with the authority of a captain. Kurik assumed he was one. "Kurik is the name cap'n," he told him with a casual half-salute. "I'll get right on 'at," he said as Siwulf gave him and Rosco their orders.

Kurik smiled at Aidan and gave the boy a nod, "See ye later," he said simply. Walking away, he looked back to see if Rosco was following and made his way over to a trio of Swan Knights (Ciryon, Radest, and Dale Orin). "Greetings, mates," he began, deliberately side-stepping any form of formality. That was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. "Cap'n says we should all give a hand in sortin' these crates out in the hold," he told them, gesturing to the randomly scattered boxes strewn across the deck. Kurik only hoped the nobles would not give him any grief over being asked to join the crew. He had known both the types that would do so happily and those that would throw a fit over it. He much preferred the former.

Arothir
09/Feb/2010, 03:04 AM
Arohir walked down the street towards the ship. He was running rather late, but he would not ride down to the ship, for he had no way to get it back to the stables properly and with a certainty that it would return in the same condition it left. He was in full gear, as he had no desire to carry all of his armor on his back, and a page borrowed from the palace carried a rucksack filled with a couple changes of clothing. His anket and eket hung from his belt, though he carried his shield with a baldrick on his back, making it much more comfortable.

The dark-haired knight walked up into the ship, avoiding causing an entrance of sorts. He took the sack from the page and tossed him a coin, thinking that the boy earned it. Upon seeing his kinsman Ciryon he said, "Cousin! You are truly a scholar, strong of mind and quick of tongue." Every time the two met there was history involved, which did not bother Arohir, for he loved history and polittics, more so than he liked engineering or mathematics, which he could do, but it was best left to those truly skilled in it. He was a man of mind and sword, not of level and blocks. The sea air filled his nostrils, but he did not enjoy it, knowing that soon the ship would be going and then he would have to develop some sort of sea legs, lest he be unable to eat and be able to get nourishment.

Angelikus Snape
09/Feb/2010, 09:45 AM
Radest ~ Swan Knight
Aboard the ThoronŽar

</font>Sir Radest had barely said that he was not fond of the seas when someone else said, </font>"It is not Ulmo you must fear, dear Radest, but the wrath of
Osse for it is he that commands the seas and the coasts, it is said our
ancestors looked to Unien to restrain her husband"</font> "But don't dwell too much on the will of Osse for the ships of Dol Amroth steer ever on course and the winds are kind to us." "Sir Ciryon!" </font>Radest had said, quite glad to see him on this little trip. "Ulmo, Osse, it doesn't matter as both of them handle the element of water and being on ship rides make me uneasy. However, I think you are right that the winds are kind to us and I hope that they remain kind." he said while awaiting for departure on the docks.

A little while later, a sailor (Kurik) by the looks of him approached the Swan Knights and asked if they can help in carrying the crates to the hold. "This is why we need squires. Why are squires not included in this trip anyway?" Radest thought as he just stood there and did nothing...yet. He would help, but he was lazy as of the moment not to mention uneasy with regard to his situation being on a ship and unless one of his fellow knights would help the sailor, he would be content in getting accustomed to the ship.

Not long after the conversation, another Swan Knight joined in and if his count was correct, there were 4 of them now but their destination was still unknown. "Sir Arohir!" he said as the Swan Knight stepped aboard the ship. "I can't believe that you are coming with us too." he said as Radest did not remember who were coming based on their meeting they had with the Prince of Dol Amroth.
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God
09/Feb/2010, 04:37 PM
Dale Orin - Swan Knight
Aboard the Thoronear

"Yes, if you were any later we'd be pushing off without you," Dale said as Arohir came up the boarding ramp. "Speaking of which, when are we pushing off?" he asked. There were still sailors and such loading cargo and tending to the ship. He didn't intend to help. They were earning their wages to do their jobs and he was doing his. He became a soldier so he didn't have to go around loading cargo and tending to sails and ropes and whatnot.

He was ready to go, not that he even knew where he was heading. It didn't matter, he supposed. He was ordered to go and he would go and do his duty, whatever it may be. He would find out soon enough and that would be enough. But there was no sense dilly-dallying in port any longer than they had to. Obviously the hasty summons meant this was a mission of some urgency, and the deckhands were moving painfully slow for his liking.

Sir Oreinion Alcarin had told him in town that he would also be coming, but Dale hadn't seen him yet. Perhaps he was running late as well.

Pele Alarion
12/Feb/2010, 11:14 AM
Aidan - the cabin boy
Onboard the Thoronear

With some uncertainty Aidan looked after Kurik who approached a small group of Knights to ask for their help in loading the goods. It was only for a brief while that the older man's words dampened his enthusiasm and excitement, and soon the lad was ready to go and move the mountains, if he could lay his hands of any. Even if there were no mountains, there were plenty of boxes and crates and other such items.

Firstly, he had to find the hold. So he slipped across the deck quietly and swiftly, investigating every corner of the ship, until he found the stairs down to the hold. He climbed halfway down the ladder and looked into the darkened space, smelling it curiously. A strange mix of smells hung in the air and Aidan decided he did not like it much. And if he had a choice he would rather not spend more time in the hold than was absolutely necessary.

Satisfied with his findings he emerged on the deck once again and headed for the biggest box he could spot. Leaning down he tried to find a place for his fingers to take a hold on the sides of the crate, but couldn't find any. Then he attempted to lift it by placing one hand on the upper edge, the other on the lower. He puffed and huffed, but the box could not be budged. After a few more tries Aidan eventually gave up and looked around to see if anyone had noticed his failed efforts.

Complaining under his breath about the boxes weighing the same as mumakil, he chose a barrel - smaller than the usual size. With much effort he managed to lift it, his hands embracing the lower part of the barrel, his chin resting on top of it, and his face gaining colour with each step he took towards the hold. By the time he had made his way to the stairs, Aidan thought his shoulders would soon separate from his body, judging by the amount of aches he felt there. His eyes almost popping out from the strain, he took one cautious step after the other, until he had reached the hold and could set down the barrel.

"Ufff..." he breathed in relief and leaned against the burden he had just carried. With the back of the hand he brushed off the few drops of sweat from his forehead and glanced up to the patch of the sky above. Perhaps he should go back up and carry more of the cargo? His mind made up he ran upstairs again, two steps in one leap.

Aerlinn Mordagnir
12/Feb/2010, 03:39 PM
Kurik - Sailor
Aboard the Thoronear

Kurik gritted his teeth as the knights he had spoken to
complained and refused to move. God knew, he hated having to deal with
this. One of them (Dale) was also clearly impatient.
Kurik resisted the urge to strangle the knightly arrogance out
of his eyes. "Gentlemen," he said curtly, "I don't know if
you've noticed, but you're aboard a ship. That means the captain is in
charge, not you. You want to argue about this? Go take it up with him.
If not, then get to kriffin' work moving those crates." Irritated,
he spun on his heel and walked towards Aidan as he saw the boy
top the stairs from what Kurik presumed was the hold. He would
let Siwulf take care of the knights if he thought they needed
them that badly. Most of the buggered nobility wasn't good for much
anyways.



Picking a large box at random, Kurik found a grip on one of its
sides and attempted to lift it. He managed to get his side a few inches
off the ground, but it was clear he wasn't going to make it down to the
hold on his own with the thing. Dropping it back to the deck, and
called out to Aidan who standing near by. "Aidan! You wanna
give me a hand with this, kid? Whatever it is we're hauling around is
cursed heavy." At least the boy was of more use than the knights. and friendlier too. 'The knights are probably just standing there wondering why their squires aren't around to do the work for them,' Kurik muttered under his breath.

Pele Alarion
16/Feb/2010, 04:40 PM
Aidan - the cabin boy
Aboard the Thoronear

Busy with choosing something he could carry, Aidan gave no care whatsoever for the gathering of people here and there. He walked from one box to another, most of them too big for him. Even if his muscles were too weak, his curiosity was not, and he wondered what was contained within to make the boxes so heavy. Secretly he cherished a thought to pry open a small hole in one of them, when everything would calm down on the ship...

Aidan's mischievous plotting was interrupted, when he heard Kurik call him by name. Glancing up swiftly with a somewhat guilty look on his face, he remained where he was for a moment. But maybe he had not voiced his plans out loud for the sailor to hear him...

Eventually he walked over to Kurik and leaned down to get a good grip on the lower edge of the box. "Surely I can help," he expressed his eager willingness, flashing a happy grin. After all both of them combined could lift what he could not alone, he figured.

"I wonder what is in these boxes and crates," Aidan expressed his thoughts out loud. "Perhaps nothing more than usual merchandise, but I'm just curious..." That was as far as he could dare to reveal of what was going on in his inquisitive mind. "Shall we lift this up together? The steps down into the hold are rather steep..."

Arothir
16/Feb/2010, 08:11 PM
PROMPT: The sun was rising high and the dock workers had brought aboard all that was needed for the Thoronear. The bosun's whistle sounded its shrill call to those who heard it, meaning to get the ship going towards their destination, Tolfalas. Few aboard were aware of the ship's intent, the sailors only knew where they were going, not why or how urgent, just that they needed to be going towards the island.

OOC: Crew just get the ship going in the direction, which would be west, for now, at least until we get far enough out of the harbor. Swan Knights patrol and get used to ship life, if you can.

Veowyn Girarion
18/Feb/2010, 01:00 PM
Vandani - Merchant
Aboard Thoronear

Vandani was watching every thing going on about the ship, while she waited for Nťtino to say something to her. She had caught the glance of a young man. He could not be older than her sister back at home. He had to be fourteen, maybe sixteen. Why was a boy on this trip? She was a bit jealous that he was having his adventure at such a young age, when she had been waiting so long for hers. But, she was glad that some one near her age was sharing this experience with her. She would have to talk to him later, if they had time.

When a man wearing only a pair of baggy pants boarded the ship, Van could not help but stare. She did managed to keep her mouth closed, so not to gape at the man. Her hazel green eyes followed him, and she watched as he spoke to two sailors and the boy. They all went to work immediately, so she assumed that this man was one of importance. Sailors started getting to work faster now, they all had seemed to notice this man board and were no longer dilly dalling. "He is probably the captain." She spoke, in more of a whisper, to herself.

She was starting to feel a little better. Her legs were not quivering underneath her any more. She thought it might be okay to try to walk now. She wanted to great the Captain, and ask if there was any thing she could do. So, she excused herself from Nťtino, and thanked him for his help. Then she started to walk in the direction of the boy she'd seen earlier. She hoped he would know where she could find the Captain. Her steps were careful, and she walked slowly, trying to keep her grace.

The boy and one of the sailors were lifting up one of the boxes that had been brought by her. "Becareful, boys. Things in that box are breakable." She gave them a simple warning, without sounding too over protective. "Do either of you know where I could find the Captain?" She then heard the bosun's whistle, and jumped a little, causing her to stumble again. She thought she'd stabled herself, but the false hope led to her demise. She was falling back, hard and fast. She closed her eyes know that this landing on the deck was going to hurt...

Angelikus Snape
19/Feb/2010, 11:18 AM
Radest ~ Swan Knight
Aboard the ThoronŽar

"Finally, the Bosun's whistle sounds," Radest thought to himself as he was getting used to ship life. Since he was here, it would be best that he check up on things just to be sure that everything was in perfect order. He felt the wind brush through his hair as he walked on deck patrolling the ship as it made its way to who knows where. He really was uncomfortable and there were a couple of times wherein he almost lost his balance. He just hoped that his fellow Knights did not see him as he continued to try and get a firm footing because the humiliation in the fact that he was not comfortable on a ship was humiliating enough as it is. If you think of that and include the fact that he is easily off-balanced on a ship? It would really seem unbearable.
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Pele Alarion
22/Feb/2010, 04:49 PM
Aidan - the cabin boy
Aboard the Thoronear

The heavy box was about to be lifted, and Aidan already puffed his cheeks, expecting it to lay heavily in his arms, when his attention was distracted by the young lady he had noticed boarding some time before. When she warned of the breakables in the box, he flashed her a wide grin, responding, "Ah, don't worry, m'lady. We'll take good care of it."

He made eye contact with Kurik to see if he was ready, so that he could demonstrate his muscles and care to the lady. "As for the captain... I saw him just moments ago..." he spoke, his last words drowned out by the shrill whistle. Aidan was about to turn around and look for the captain, but at the moment he saw that the maiden was falling once again.

His grey eyes wide, Aidan let go of the box and half flew, half slid towards Vandani, grabbing a hold of her flailing arm to keep her from going down completely. At first he did not realize that he held her arm too tightly, but once the worst was over and he released his hold on her, he noticed the red marks where his grasp had been.

"Oi... I'm so sorry, m'lady," he apologized hastily, while taking her gently by the hand to help her up. Once he had made sure Vandani was upright again, he bowed to her and introduced himself. "I'm called Aidan and I'm a local of Dol Amroth," he said. "And what name I can honour you by?"

Meanwhile the ship had already left the shore and slowly was making its way westwards. Aidan glanced up at the bright sun with squinted eyes, before turning her gaze back to the maiden he was speaking with. "It certainly looks like a fair day to set on a voyage on," he chattered happily. "Perhaps... you should sit down somewhere though, so you can completely enjoy it? It seems that you are not used to the motion of water... But with time, with time." His words sounded, as if he had been sailing for years upon years, and his young face looked at Vandani with perfect seriousness written all over it, though the sparkle in his eyes gave away his joviality.

Aerlinn Mordagnir
23/Feb/2010, 03:55 PM
Kurik - Sailor
Aboard the Thoronear

Grinning internally, Kurik raised his eyebrows as Aidan turned his attention to a young lady (Vandani) who appeared to be the owner of at least some of the boxes on board. He let the kid answer her questions and reassure her. He had a feeling that his own input, however helpful it might be, would be thoroughly unappreciated by his young friend at the moment. He nodded as Aidan turned to see if he was ready and slipped his fingers back underneath the edge of the box. The now risen sun glinted off his short-cropped brown, and slightly touched with grey, hair. He was pretty sure the boy was looking for a chance to show off.

Just as Kurik was about to lift the box the familiar sound of a bosun's whistly made its call heard throughout the ship and he looked up towards the sails. 'Here we go off into the unknown,' he thought, a little cynically. He didn't like going off into the unknown. It was clear by now that someone here had a hidden agenda, and he wanted to know what it was. At least it seemed he had found a couple of people that he could trust. The man then turned back to Aidan, just in time to see the boy let go of their box and race towards the young, lady merchant as she fell backwards. 'Ah, yes,' this was the lady he had seen stumble earlier. He hoped he hadn't offended her too much with his teasing salute.

In any case, he was now short someone to help him lift the box, and we was unwilling to pull the kid away from his obvious delight. Rolling his eyes, Kurik left to find a more manageble piece of cargo to take down to the hold and wondered if Rosco would turn back up. They never had found out the story behind his name.

God
26/Feb/2010, 12:12 PM
Dale Orin - Swan Knight

Aboard the Thoronear



Dale ignored the sailor. His lot in life was to haul crates and
fix rigging. Dale's lot was to fight. He had no obligation to do
common laborer's work. He was a knight, risen up from the peasantry,
and had left that life behind him.



His father and mother had tilled land and cared for livestock until
the winter's cough took them both. They scraped away as much as they
could, toiling every day until disease took them away. He had chosen
to give his life to the service of the sword. He felt it was a noble
calling. While he could respect the work of the commoners, for each
played his part in the grand scheme, he wouldn't lower himself back to
the level.



He passed his fellow knight Radest and clapped the man on the shoulder,
heading toward the bow of the ship. The smell of the sea was strong
today and the wind was ready to carry them away. But where to?

Veowyn Girarion
03/Mar/2010, 08:10 PM
Vandani - Merchant
Aboard the Thoronear

Instead of a sharp pain on her bottom, it was a smaller, tight pain on her arm. She opened her eyes as her landing had been broken, and she landed much lighter than anticipated. Her green eyes rested on the young lad who had been carrying her box, and directing her to the captain. She looked to her arm when it was released, and just stared at the red marks for a moment. "No harm done." She put her arm down, but still was not sure what had just happened.

She regained her composure, after looking to his offered hand. She placed hers in his, and accepted the help up. Once she was righted, she started to brush herself off, keeping her eyes on Aidan. She did not care to see the other eyes on her right now. This boy was nice enough to help her, surely he would be a good comfort, and a good friend during this trip. She smiled when he introduced himself. She gave him a small curtsy, the best she could and still keep her balance. "My name is Vandani, but you may call me Van, should you so chose. Every one who knows me back in Minas Tirith does. I am very pleased to meet you Aidan, and grateful that some one so kind came to my aid."

The lad then spoke like he had been at sea all of his life, like it was his life. However, taking in his age, Van knew better. This probably was his first voyage, too. "I was just startled by the whistle. I am fine. Thank you." She spoke sharply, her eyes challenging him to tell her otherwise. The seriousness in his face had provoked her to want to show she could handle herself just fine. But then she smiled again, seeing the light in his eyes. "Now, where were you saying the Captain was? I would like to find him, and you should probably get back to work." She winked then motioned back to the boxes.

Angelikus Snape
04/Mar/2010, 10:26 AM
Radest ~ Swan Knight
Aboard the ThoronŽar

Radest continued to walk, rather gingerly as ever in the hopes that he does not fall on his backside and make a fool out of himself. Later he was joined by Sir Dale Orin and the both of them walked towards the bow of the ship. "So, Do you know or remember why we are here?" he asked, after all he had no idea why they were then and he was hoping that his companion would know.

Being at the bow of the ship, the ship's speed is reflected as the hair of Radest continued to be blown away by the strong wind. He could somehow realize now why some people would choose this life but he still thinks that he would never get the hang of it. With his armor on and his longsword at his side, he squinted his eyes to see if there was a threat to their ship. They own the sees for now, and Radest was glad.
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Pele Alarion
08/Mar/2010, 06:17 PM
Aidan - the cabin boy
Aboard the Thoronear

Aidan was rather proud of his own quick reflexes to catch Vandani and soften her fall, but he kept his boasting to himself for now. The only place where he would speak of it loudly were the streets of Dol Amroth, that is, specifically to his buddies to show his supremacy. He had longed to be chosen as the leader of their small group always sticking together, but he was not the oldest, nor the strongest and often had to adjust himself to the older boys. "Just wait till I return from this voyage..." he thought to himself with sweet anticipation.

But he soon turned his attention back to the maiden, once again bowing courteously to her, when she told him her name. "I would rather call you Miss Vandani for the time being," he replied, "We do not know much of each other yet, and you are deserving of honour. And I would be very happy if you told me of Minas Tirith when you are willing and I have a moment of free time."

Aidan only smiled at Vandani's sharp words and then turned half way in the direction where he had last seen the Captain. "He... the Captain... I saw him there last. Do ask around, if you don't see him right away," he pointed his hand in the correct direction. "And yes... I probably should work..." He sighed audibly and then shrugged. "Ah well. That's what I came to this ship for. Perhaps see you at a later time then, m'lady."

He smiled at her and then turned to seek out Kurik, but a quick thought entered his mind and he hastened to find his small pack where he had hid it. From within Aidan carefully drew out a leather belt with a sheathed knife fastened to it. This was his treasure, a gift he had earned for helping out some of the sailors recently. With pride he secured it around his waist, straightened up and squared his shoulders. Now he felt like a man and could return to his duties. With a new spring in his step, he headed for where he had seen Kurik busy himself.