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.
