Adventure in the North 1 Departure - RPLOG
Participants
Date
22/9/477
Log
The harbor hustles and bustles. Business as usual. Aside from the large airship draped with LongTech insignias and colors. The captain, a heavyset walrus with a bristling mustache is calling orders to his crew as they make preparations for lift off. "Final call!" a crewman shouts, "All aboard as is coming aboard!"
The regal looking Reindeer, Anton Aldermann stands on deck, greeting those of Flora's touring party as they arrive. As promised, Sven Snowmark is nowhere to be seen, even though his clipper, the Aurora floats only a little ways away.
A soft rumble leaves Flora's muzzle, as the feline watches overboard, gesturing at the LongTech security-corps confiscating everyone's weaponry. Her tails flick lightly, and she watches the walrus curiously, before shrugging and leaning back against one of the structures on deck.
Trace, meanwhile, is supporting Sveta, smiling lightly and nuzzling up against her beak. "Well... I... I suppose we'll be heading off soon, then?" the kite mumbles after a moment of contemplation, before smiling lightly.
"Yes, we will." Sveta has her hand firmly tucked in the crook of Trace's arm, letting him lead the way up the airship amidst all the security. "Don't worry about me. I've been feeling better lately, although I'm probably not sure about airship travel. Still, we'll be there when we're there. Have you brought enough warm clothing? I'll be fine, but you..."
Looking strangely like a giant drunken bear, noted scholar, academic, warrior, PR-guy, and man of the world Brutus Blackback waddles along, his pointy new antler-cane thumping along the ground as he carries a few goods in the crook of his arm. The overlarge noble is bedecked in a fine fur coat, custom-tailored for his...physique.
Hartford, of course, is stuck with the job of porter once again, but he seems pretty excited about the notion of another trip--the journey to Shralesta was so exciting, with games and strange foods and a beautiful marriage! He got a stipend from the house, but working with Brutus was all the reward he needed! The towering Buck proudly trundles along, decked in the fine hand-me-down (or would they be hand-me-sideways?) furs from his master, which hang far too loosely on his muscular frame, and far too short, leaving half his legs uncovered. But at least they were in one piece this time!
Technetium grumbles and hands over her dagger to the guard who is taking weapons, climbing up onto the airship and looking around at the dock a bit more, throwing off her hood for the time being. She wears clothes that deviate little from the norm, except for an extra leather belt for storage and various bits and bobs tucked in various pockets. She looks around a bit, then leans against one of the walls, being alone for now, because there's an astute lack of other things to do. She coughs lightly, covering her mouth as she does, then pulls out a small sack of nuts, nibbling on a few.
Sailors scramble about as the dock crew sets to loosing the lines. "Pick it up boys!" bellows the captain, "We're on a schedule!" The walrus frowns unhappily at the security check, as they slow the boarding process, but it can't be helped. Not with the boss's family.
"You have packed warm clothes, I hope, Highlady?" Anton asks Flora, his hands folded within his priestly robes, "The cold can be quite harsh for those in your. . . delicate condition." The reindeer smiles as he watches Brutus board with Hartford in tow. "Those two have the right of it," he says with a heavy accent, though his words are annunciated and clear.
"Flora is quite alright. Thick fur, yes. And lots of clothes," the cat notes, her ears flicking lightly. "Flora will be fine, yes," she rumbles, before moving over towards Sveta and smiling lightly. "When LongTech is done in Thera'Dor, friend Sveta will take another airship," the cat notes after a moment of contemplation. "Flora would like friend Sveta to look for... Business opportunities within Cliffside, yes," the cat notes with a small smile, before giving a knowing glance towards Trace.
"Of course, Sveta... Lots of clothes. For you as well. No need to act as if you won't need 'em, dear."
Sveta nods at Flora's approach. "Of course. Still, there may be others who wish to follow, or perhaps meet up with us there. But those are matters for later, and we can discuss the details then.
"Love..." the northern goshawk fluffs her feathers. "I have roots there, you know. It's in the blood, as Papa would say. I won't freeze...but I'll put something on, if it pleases you."
Brutus waddles on up the gangway, tugging vainly at his furs to keep them from dragging on the ground--who knows when they last cleaned this airship? Spotting Flora, he splits his path from Hartford to speak with her. "Ah, Flora, just the being I was looking for!" A turn of the head. "Hartford--be a deer and drop off our luggage in the cabin, would you?" A pause while he chuckles at his clever wordplay. "I must speak with the boss."
"Yes sir, Mister Brutus!" comes the chipper reply as Hartford carries on with the carry-ons. It sure was nice of Lord Blackback to pack lighter this time so that only his arms were full--he wasn't sure his antlers would survive another use as luggage racks!...well, they would regrow, sure, but he liked having them around! They made him look distinguished.
Technetium mutters a bit, and continues to nibble on her snacks lightly, before going over to lean on the rail of the ship, looking out slightly boredly, before going over and leaning on the rail and looking out again, before turning around and looking at the various persons on board, staring at each for a few seconds, shrugging again, and looking out again. She shuffles her shoulders a bit to ease the slight discomfort of a backpack, then eats another nut.
"That's it!" bellows the captain, "Gangplank up!" The big fellow turns to Flora. "At your word, Highlady," he says, "We can be off!" Soon, the gangplank is stowed and the deck is cleared of luggage. Everything is ready!
While the deck is largely deserted of all but a few sailors, there are a few passengers on deck, ready to watch the lift off! Among them are two corgis, one small and wearing a well made coat of furs and another similar canine three times the size of the first standing by him. "Thanks fer takin' me along big brother!" the larger dog says to the little one, "I promise I'll help lots!"
On another quadrant of the deck, a small gathering of three arctic foxes stand chatting together. From the sound of their accents, they must be native Shlaufuchs returning home. Slumped off on one of the barrels by the hold is a surly looking polar bear. Some of those present might recognize Heinrich of the Conglomerate.
