The raising of the Bonded Cackle - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
3/4/479
Log
The tide pitches and rolls against the docks, the wind howling through the masts of the docked ships, whipping anything not tied down into the air. No sane being would be out today, the rain comeing down in sheets that made sure nothing remained dry for long, but yet a few beings brave the weather, the flag of the Jolly Rodger snapping about in the howling winds as its captain stands before the gangplank, the burly Leopard bracing himself against the gale force as he clutches at his hat, waiting to see who would respond to his summons.
Rokarion yawns idly as he walks towards the shipyard, petals dancing around in the wind. The young being is clad in his swashbuckler attire, the best clothes for an insane adventure, as he stops in front of the leopard, "Good afternoon, good being. I suppose you are the brazen captain who is hiring for people to go sailing in this weather? May I ask which nation do those ruffians come from?" he asks with a smile.
Fenris, as Franklin, swaggers down the quay in his Braevalean finery, hat jammed down low on his head to keep it from blowing away. The burly platypus stops at the foot of the gangplank. "Permission to come aboard, Captain?" he roars in a thick accent over the wind and rain, his duckbilled face set in a pleasant smile, despite the foul weather.
Zuri walks up alongside Rokarion. The small pegasus being lets out a little snort as he looks up at the leopard and offers him a big bright smile. "Hello hello!" He peers at Franklin the Platypus as well, and offers him an excited and energetic wave. The little guy seems to be a bundle of energy today.
Under the water that were drenching the docks was also falling onto the large snake which was slowly making her way to the Jolly Rodgers, coming for a contract, without being aware of what it'd be about. Zera idly peers at the shipment, while cursing the winds. They were certainly strong and would omniously call for a potential storm.. She notices the other sellswords present and simply greet them with a wave, waiting for the time being.
Bazalt makes his way along, wings Stretched up and over his face to keep hiself 'safe' from teh rain. The Dragon nods to the Leopard as he gets close, sighing. "this is teh Boat for the... job, right?" he asks, sounding rather unhappy, mostly due to teh weather. "I'm going to be terrible...bows and arrows dont do well against Wind." he grumbles, Tail lashing out behind him. Boy this was one Grumpy Dragon.
Wishing he were sane, Samm clambers aboard the vessel, gripping whatever he can for support. The wolf's fur is soaked and plastered, the scent of booze ever present. He didn't want to be here, but when Solacious tells you to do something, you do it. No matter how much you want to be in a tavern, draining a keg. The knight mutters and stands before the captain, giving him a salute. "Samm Al..." he pauses and gulps. "Samm Alveriss, reporting," the being finishes, looking a bit sick.
While she'd normally favour her robes, given the situation Cassidy had opted for something less likely to become overly heavy should it get wet. As such, she shows up in a leather long coat with similarly made attire worn underneath it. Adjusting her hat, she nods to the captain at the gangplank and glances out towards the sea. "Rough weather for sailing, is it not?"
Natska adjusts the brim of her hat as she follows Cassidy to the waiting ship. Despite the poor lighting the crimson plume in her hat nearly shimmers, and the jaguar's expression is calm and focused as she takes stock of the other freeswords ahead of them. "I hope none of them throw up on us," she murmurs, then nods at the captain.
The cpatain grunts, the burly lepoard draped in the attire of a seafaring being. Light, breathable cotton clothing adorns his form, a belt of heavy pistols draped across his chest under his heavy leather coat. "No nation I'm aware of, they're just pirates. Blood thirsty bastards lead by John Straw the butcher." With that said he hooks his thumb back at his ship, the old ship groaning in the winds as its crew prepares for cast off, hurrying about her decks. "Get on board, we are going to need all hands on deck so I hope you know what you are doing. Pay will be given once we have Straw's head."
Rokarion nods at the captain, "So, kill John Straw. What about his crew? Capture, kill, or either?" the plant being asks as he gets onto the vessel, "Well, at least it is a good distraction. Good thing the Freeswords allow anyone to accept their contracts." the jasmine says to his amphibian companion.
Franklin taps the brim of his hat in salute, first to Zuri, then to the captain. "Come along, lads and lassies," he grins, "There's work to be done." He swaggers up the gangplank and takes up a spot near the bow, apparently eager to watch the launch and be underway. "Ever a pleasure to be aboard a fine vessel," he says, "Always up for a bit of excitement."
Zuri grins. "It'l be more than a good disctraction, it'l be fun! Ships are awesome!" The pegasus strides up the gangplank and quickly makes for the prow, perching up to look ahead in anticipation.
Grunting in answer to the captain's grunting and orders, Zera not-so-quickly gets aboard, actually curious of what would occur,given their target... Surely it must pay well. She asks, 'What about that guy's crew? Did he went on murder spree recently? Torn apart royal vessels? He dispose of treators expeditively? When we'd expect to make eye-contact?'. Her visage shows an obvious annoyed expression as she adds, 'And i'm *really* forced a lend a hand? I could always 'support' your crew by other means.'.9
Bazalt walks up the gnag plank and sighs, this wasnt going to be easy.. at all.. he just nods to those he passes and sighs, atleast he knew some of the people here.. and how they fought.. but..this was likly to get nasty. "This.... will be an intresting experience." the dragons says, folding his wings up tight agaisnt him and Squinting as his face is hit by Rain. So much damned water...
Samm grimaces and starts to climb aboard. "I'm a soldier, not a mariner," he gripes. "We don't... ugh, we don't learn this stuff," he grumbles. The Solacious knight scowls at Franklin and his apparent eagerness. He must be mad, the wolf decides. The soldier looks to the captain. "Where do ya want those of us without a clue?" he asks, gripping the railing tightly. Ships, dammit. Of all the places Angus could have sent him, it had to be a damn ship in a storm. A shop on the way to deal with John Straw, even. Solacious must hate him.
"Hopefully, Natska," Cassidy remarks, stepping on the ship and glancing towards Samm. "I have not seen you in a while. Or your brother, come to think of it. I hope you have been holding well."
"Fun," Natska says. Then grins. "As fun as fighting criminals to the death on a stormy sea ever gets." She looks up at the sky for a moment, smiling wider. "I like this weather today, though. It calls to me." She follows the others up onto the ship, ready to set out after their prey.
The new 'crew' is inspected as they step past the captain, more eyes focusing on them as they get the attention of the crew. Everyone had their place, everyone had their orders as a rag tag assortment of beings from all places move about to get the ship underway. "I swear Boot strap is smiling." Mutters the captain under his breath, giving the shout to cast off as he comes up the gangplank. "You want to keep his crew alive, that's your own order. They won't be thinking the same when we confront them. If you can't lend a hand get below deck and stay out of the way." With that the ship is underway, pulling out of the docks slowly, fighting the roar of the wind and the pitch of the tide as it turns its bow towards the open sea, setting out into the heart of the storm.
Rokarion follows along the pegamander towards the ship's prow, "Hmmm, then I guess we should book another ship holiday to Andrussya if you love ships that much." the plant being responds as he glances across the deck, watching for the crew members and the sell swords, giving the beings he recognized a gesture of acknowledgement.
Franklin taps his hat again in salute to the captain's order, then joins in with the busy sailors, helping to haul lines and get the ship under way. The big platypus might have been on this ship his whole life, the way he mixes and blends with the crew, despite hus obvious foreign origins. There is just something about the pleasant monotreme that just lets him squeeze into appropriate holes in the crew's formation. The big guy also does not seem to be dripping wet like he ought to be. Maybe its those fancy clothes of his?
Zuri looks up at the clouds as the rain patters off his clothes and face, with a little smile. He tilts his head to nod at Rokarion. "Yea, we should! But right now it's business time." He looks about at the sailors as they busy themselves. "Mmm... I'm still not quite confident enough to do the whole help-sail-a-ship thing.. I think I'll stay here." He returns to enjoying the rain for now, waiting for the ship to pull away from harbor and onto the open sea.
Zera cautiously peerts back at the captain, trying to get a feel of what the feline's personality is. She also give a graze at the deck and crew, getting a rough idea of how it worked. Given the ship was standitng and workintg, and with altl that wind and weather around, she go below deck, going around there to see what she could glance and work at, also taking some time to check onto her weapons.
Bazalt nods to Roka and when told to get Below deck, does so, tail flicking. Atleast he'll get outta the rain! "Any Ideas about this?...I'm new to ship and water based fighting..." he says to any that might be headding down with him (and likly talking to hiself if going down alone). "Boy... this wont be easy..." he mumbles.
The Solacious Knight doffs an imaginary hat to Cassidy. "The usual, fighting wars and chasing down criminals in the name of Solacious," he says. "And drinking." The wolf raises an eyebrow at the comment about his brother. "Really? He's usually in... in the spotlight..." he says, pausing and gulping again. Seasick already! A new record! "I'm sure he's fine. Or captured by Thera'Dorians. One or the other," he says, shrugging. He looks to captain and nods, immediately heading below deck. Maybe there will be booze... Wouldn't that be nice. The knight eyes Grumpdragon McGrump and hmmphs. "Try not to die," is all he says, going through a mental checklist of things he needs to prep for the upcoming fight. Like a barf bag.
"Maybe," Cassidy murmurs, glancing out over the rainy horizon. "Terrible weather for a boating trip indeed," she adds before nodding at Natska and moving below deck. "Might as well wait down there til the action begins, hmm? Less rain and less likely to take a bullet."
Natska looks over at Samm and raises her eyebrows, then smiles at the wolf and gives him a small wave as he heads below decks. "You know, Cassidy, I would think that a proper ship's captain would have enough crew to handle his ship and only need us Freeswords for the fighting..." she murmurs, before Cass starts heading down. Then the jaguar taps her hat brim and nods at the captain before she crosses the deck and takes up a spot near the mainmast, feet braced for the wheather, her eyes closing as she tries to get a feel for the storm's wind.
Tezky arrives at the dock just in time to see the boat pulling away. But after so long of wanting to experience nautical life, even for one trip, that's not gonna stop him. He takes a swan dive from the dock and gets up to the boat quick enough to climb on and up deck before it picks up speed. He arrives at the deck and waves to the captain. "Sorry I'm late sir. Can I still be of service? I've been doing lots of learning about nautical work, and I was hoping to try it out." The burly otter is wearing a soaked forest green tunic with a matching headband bearing the Heavy clan emblem.
Zera
Tezky's arrival gets a lot of attention, long knives and pistols drawn from many of the crew memebers close to where the otter jumped on. Their bloodshed halted before it started by a quick command by the captain, the Leopard stepping up to size up the Otter. "...If you can't help stay out of the way till the fighting starts." He answers the otter before turning back to the task at hand, keeping the pitching, bucking ship from turning over as it crashes against the heavy waves. "It's the early season, most ships are undermanned at this time." The captain comments as he shuffles past Natska towards the wheel
Below decks is not much better, there the entire ground pitches, the only light visible a few lanterns strew around haphazardly. There are bunks, hammicks for the crew memebers, some occupied some not, but whatever booze and food they had on board was secured before the storm
Rokarion yawns and nods at Zuri as the ship finally goes into full motion. Strangely enough, the double flower that makes up the plant being's hair begins bloom, must be that time of the day, enhancing the jasmine aroma that ever accompanies the young being.
Franklin seems to be right at home aboard the bucking ship. He has tied himself with a safety rope, but does not seem to have much need for it. He must be cheating somehow.
Sighing, Zera facepalms, given how much of the lower deck was. Certainly not the comfortable kind. But it'd have to do. She tries to ask some of the crews for whereabouts of the ship before she seeks up for other sellswords for discussions. Best know what others can do if she'd want to live another day.
Zuri leans into the plant being, enjoying the quiet before the proverbial storm that will soon be once they catch up to this pirate ship. He luckily remembers his own training aboard another ship, and makes sure both himself and Rokarion are secure with a rope much like the other sailors around them.
Bazalt Sighs and frowns slightly. "well... It'll do..." he sighs and nods to Cassidy. "been a while hasnt it.. " he says, looking somewhat.. grumpy nad unhappy. "So much water though...Regretting this.. " he mumbles. "wings might help in teh fighting though...Right?..." he grumbles, not really talking to her anymore.
