Blockade Running - RPLOG
Participants
Date
23/3/477
Log
Evening on the Rose Walk, the sea shrouded by mist and fog. While Firmament never truly sleeps, the docs are as quiet as they will get, with sailors either having headed to the taverns lining the waterside or in their hammocks on board ship. Though on one particular jetty there seems to be a flurry of activity - stevedores busy themselves loading fragile-looking metal crates onto a sleek, speedy ship. Low masts and a tapered hull give it a dimunitive appearance, and the loading is supervised by robed priests who are taking this job with utmost seriousness, waiting for the hired help to arrive. A small contingent of steel-armoured crusaders waits in formation to one side of the gangway, ready to board at command.
Rixo rattles along the dock with the sound of her platemail, helmet tucked under her arm as she approaches the boat. "Hm. This the right spot? Heard some help was needed, and I'm always up for a bit of sea travel. A good way to get my feet wet again, so to speak." The panda rolls her shoulders and glances around. "Been out of it for a little bit."
Kalt makes her way up the docks, her armor missing a few heavy plate pieces across her chest this day, with a easy to reach set of knots to untie it present on her front. The Vixen's large battle axe missing, though she's not at a lack of weapons in any way. Approaching behind Rixo she dips her head slightly to the cursaders before looking to the Priests. "Aye, I'm here to be goin' an' helpin' make sure ain't nuttin' hurt us an' all?" The vixen's tail twitching in almost nervous manner as she glanced at the water, debating if she should have just worn cloth today instead of armor.
Kaelli had her interest piqued by the nature of the call and naturally showed up in full kit. The pale tigress was clad in blackened platemail and sporting an assortment of weaponry as she headed towards the designated birth. Seeing the line of priests escorting the cargo, the feline gave a formal bow in respect but otherwise did not stray too near them so as to keep out from underfoot. Instead, she headed towards the gather freeswords and waited to see what the finer points of the detail would entail.
Clank clank clank... Dio's tower shield and gear jingle jangles with each step, probably not the best for a stealth mission. However, one must always have a back-up plan for when things go sour! The lion makes his way towards the boat with a heavy spring to his step and full of youthful energy that totally didn't come from sleeping all day. Either way, the lion waves to the others and bangs the base of his spear on the ground. "Travel Sergent Corporal General ready fer boatin'!"
Bite sways out to the docks, having heard of a plea for help regarding the blockade. She smiles and stretches as she approaches the crusaders. "Hello sssweeties how are you, how can I help?" she lowly says and quizzes. She examines the water and horizon to see if there would be any complications, beyond visibility, and looks about for someone she knows and can rely on. She decides upon Dio, and approaches them with a smile. "So you're here to stand in front of things for me again?" she teases as she does.
With all the beings sporting heavy armor, Selena probably looks underdressed - her typical clothes being worn not quite matching up. Nevertheless, she doesn't seem to mind. "Hey, Dio. Rixo, Kalt." She greets, waiting for the highly-toted contractor to give further instruction. "Curiousity is going to get me in a lot of trouble one day, I swear." She mutters, looking over the shoreline a little apprehensively.
"Good evening, my children," one of the priestsesses, a growing-clanned newt, says as she approaches the group. "And my apologies for the late hour. As you have no doubt been reliably informed, this task is of some importance, and I have been authorised to fill you in on the details so as to impress upon you the importance of tonight's events.
"As you can see, these boxes which are being loaded are not anything in the ordinary - they hold various parts of a weapon bequeathed upon us by the Creators, the other half of which which Shralesta holds. Originally, it was agreed that the Church on either side of the ocean should safeguard each part to prevent its misuse, but the recent aggressions on the part of Ishara have led us to agree that something must be done about those brutes - a show of force in this fashion will hopefully lead to them backing down with the least life lost.
"As such, we will be sailing without lights nor flag today, and the task is simple: see this through the blockade at all costs. We have a whole squad of the Church's crusaders on board, but additional hands never hurt, especially if they are varied. Are there any questions?"
Rixo rubs the back of her head. She did have a few, honestly, but now wasn't the time for her rather... Obvious ones. "Ah, not right now, no. I'm ready to go whenever. I am just here to make my return official! I'll do everything I can to make sure it arrives safely."
Kalt eyes the boxes with caution as they are explained, dipping her head some as she reached into her satchel to retrieve a black sash... Quickly replacing the Solacious guardsman one she wore, looking over to Selena then with a nod before giving a respectful dip of her head to the priestess. "Yes ma'am. Ain't gonna let nuttin' happen' to 'em when I'm up an' breathin'." Her tail flicked in slight aggitation to the promise, eyes glancing once more to the dark water before straightening forward as she adjusted the sword strapped to her back. "... We just runnin' one ship out an' all?"
A weapon? And Creature devices? Aah! The tigress' tail twitched faintly and her mis-matched eyes slid over to regard the crates with open curiosity. All the same, the feline gave a faint and soundless sigh but remained in place and made no move to indulge that urge. Her gaze took in the familiar faces and catalogued the unknown ones. Instead, the priestess that spoke was give another of those formal bows in understanding of the task ahead.
"O' course!" Dio exclaims, jumping in front of Bite with boisterous manly strength. "Ya can bet yer scales I'll block nearly anythin' ya need, be it an arrow, a shot, the sun, o' maybe an' annoyin' breeze. An' good evenin' to the rest o' ya," he says, spinning around to view the priestess and listen to her. "Right then, lass." The lion confirms by banging the base of his spear on the floor once more. "Easy 'nough to understand. Outta curiosity though, 'ave ya 'ad any reports 'bout that big sea lad with all the tentacles?"
Bite listens and shakes her head, thinking about this for a moment. She smiles to Dio and offers Selena a wave, before she readies herself to board the ship. "Okay I'm ready to go." she hisses as she looks back to the others, encouraging them to move foward and join her. "I can't wait to see this blockade cleared." she adds as an after thought.
Selena sighs quietly, rubbing her forehead. "Always the 'my children' lines with you types..." She mutters to herself disdainfully. "I have a question. Why not transport the weapon by land if you're investing so many resources? Airship I can at least dismiss if this thing is heavy enough, but you're relying on a ship to run a blockade intact with one of your priceless relics on board. Something about that premise doesn't sit well with me. I'd like to think a group of soulless and crusaders could deal with a trip across the desert if it came down to it."
The wolfess smiles as Dio's usual bravado comes to the fore, "I haven't heard any news about that, but I somehow don't think it'll be a problem if we're keeping around the shoreline - comparatively at least. Other than that I'm ready to make way."
