The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
The Marauder sits out in the open water of the Spillwave, rocking gently on the calm waters. Her sails are tucked away, the crew going about their duties while she flies to shore in order to meet up with the others. The dark membranous leather of her wings absorb the sunlight, finding the temperatures much more amicable than the cold chill settling over Caido.
It only takes a few minutes for her to glide in, the snap of her wings catching air as she descends onto the shallow layer of water over salted sand. Before the lyvern claws can touch down, boots connect, crunching lightly as they ripple the dwindling reminder of the rain from Leafchange. It'll be gone in another day or so, but for now, the water reflects across the open expanse of Hak Etme, the sky seeming to blur on the horizon.
Flicking her tail idly, Thal turns instead to the beams of wood and netting the locals call their 'port.' It's a disgrace compared to Torchline's network of piers and docks, an embarrassment for any self-respecting sailor to have their ship secured to. One harsh swell and the two ships that could fit on the haphazard structure would go careening into each other and slowly sinking as they drift out to sea. Hence why The Marauder is safely anchored beyond its reach.
When her eyes land on the others, she raises a curious brow. They make a sad sight for a port-building crew. Perhaps she'll be able to make the port functional, but without more hands and a lot more equipment, Thal doesn't know what Colt expects to happen here. She's not a miracle worker after all.
Still, she walks towards them, black cloak and dark hair catching a bit of the breeze in a way that's more dramatic than she intends, like a wraith straight out of Mort's Halls. She skips the introductions - she already knows everyone here anyways - and gives the 'port' a disgusted glance. "My shit looks better than this." Nodding to the supplies stacked on a nearby pallet, she slips easily into delegation and direction, not wanting to spend a second longer than she has to on this nonsense. "But let's see what we're working with. Maybe we'll have something useable by the end of the day."
Welcome to the PQ for building the Sea Port in Hak Etme! Please post your character arriving! Either have them assess the current structure or take stock of what supplies they have.
1. Thalassa
2. Colt
3. Liam
4. Aithne
It only takes a few minutes for her to glide in, the snap of her wings catching air as she descends onto the shallow layer of water over salted sand. Before the lyvern claws can touch down, boots connect, crunching lightly as they ripple the dwindling reminder of the rain from Leafchange. It'll be gone in another day or so, but for now, the water reflects across the open expanse of Hak Etme, the sky seeming to blur on the horizon.
Flicking her tail idly, Thal turns instead to the beams of wood and netting the locals call their 'port.' It's a disgrace compared to Torchline's network of piers and docks, an embarrassment for any self-respecting sailor to have their ship secured to. One harsh swell and the two ships that could fit on the haphazard structure would go careening into each other and slowly sinking as they drift out to sea. Hence why The Marauder is safely anchored beyond its reach.
When her eyes land on the others, she raises a curious brow. They make a sad sight for a port-building crew. Perhaps she'll be able to make the port functional, but without more hands and a lot more equipment, Thal doesn't know what Colt expects to happen here. She's not a miracle worker after all.
Still, she walks towards them, black cloak and dark hair catching a bit of the breeze in a way that's more dramatic than she intends, like a wraith straight out of Mort's Halls. She skips the introductions - she already knows everyone here anyways - and gives the 'port' a disgusted glance. "My shit looks better than this." Nodding to the supplies stacked on a nearby pallet, she slips easily into delegation and direction, not wanting to spend a second longer than she has to on this nonsense. "But let's see what we're working with. Maybe we'll have something useable by the end of the day."
Welcome to the PQ for building the Sea Port in Hak Etme! Please post your character arriving! Either have them assess the current structure or take stock of what supplies they have.
1. Thalassa
2. Colt
3. Liam
4. Aithne
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
