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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 27, 2007 19:48:53 GMT
Yeah, I go' some ques''ons f' y', *Danniar answers, very quietly, almost as though she doesn't want her voice heard.* Li', f' a star', 'ave y' any idea 'ow much your "secrecy" will no doub' cost y'? *But her words grow in volume as she carries on.* Think abou' i'... if there were weapons li' tha' bein' made, then y' can be' more 'n' a round o' drinks tha' there's two beas's in Terralux tha'd be able t' 'azard a guess as t' wha' weapons they migh' be. *In a tone of almost patronising voice that makes it sound like the unobvious is very, very simple, Danniar explains.* Bald'r Gerolf an' p'r'aps Terri' Scrufftail. Bu' tha''s no' much use now, *She continues, before any words of anger, confusion and whatever else can be spoken.* So m' oth'r ques''ons are these: 'oo else knows 'bou' all this; where d'ya pr'pose t' 'ide this weap'ns exac'ly; an' do we know wha' species these weapon-manufacturers are? Oh, an' when's lunch, Silas-? *She says his first name carefully, trying out the word with caution.*
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Post by Silas on Jul 28, 2007 14:34:10 GMT
*Silas, upon hearing Danniar's first question, says nothing, but answers the rest.* Only the beasts on this ship know, and a select few creatures up north who were working with us. As for storing the weapons, we'd take 'em to a little-known fort near those same beasts, unless we decide to destroy them first. And, we do know the species of these weapon-crafters... in fact, I knew from the start who their descendant is. *Silas lowers his head fractionally.* I was told it was me, by my father...
*Keia speaks up, answering Danniar's final question for Silas.* Lunch will be in a few minutes, Danniar.
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Post by Twilight Swiftpaw on Aug 2, 2007 14:53:18 GMT
*Twilight ignored the talk behind her, bent over the rail. Twilight looked out into the sea, feeling slightly excited by the vastness of it. Her belly grumbled a little, when she heard the mention of lunch, but the hare ignored it.* I ain't a blinkin' glutton. Tha's one reason why ye left, ain't it, me girl. *She mumered to herself, staring at the waves before her.* Disgusted by how much everyone ate, and why ye didn't bally well do it to, the blilters.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 6, 2007 7:57:00 GMT
Sorry, *Danniar mutters, quietly,with more tact and caution. She nods to Keia, wondering whether she's turned the white squirrel against her. P'r'aps she's wond'rin' wha' I was doin' in Silas' cab'n. Or p'r'aps they all thin' I'm a spy f' a ra' warlord, Danniar says the latter with more imagination and a little pride.*
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Post by Silas on Aug 7, 2007 13:59:14 GMT
OOC: Sorry, it's been awhile... *Keia had her suspicions, and Silas certainly did, but what good would a spy do on a ship at sea? There was no way to get information to anybeast. Just blue water as far as the eye can see... Keia sighs at this. She never favored sailing, but reasons with herself that it's the only way to get to the Island. As for Danniar becoming a possible spy, she isn't too worried about it. Even if the barmaid happened to be one for some warlord or other, it looked like they would make it to the island before anybeast else. While the white squirrel seemed to be drifting off in thought, Silas shakes his head and replies,* Ah, for what? You had a right to ask those questions.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 8, 2007 9:41:27 GMT
*Danniar shakes her head and gazes too over the water.* Nah, I didn'. No ra' does, I... yeah. *A moment passes. She shouldn't have spoken in the first place, but aims to redeem herself with her next question:* While we're all wai'in' f' lunch, wha' can I do t' 'elp ou' 'ere, d'you think?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 9, 2007 15:29:45 GMT
*Lonas, meanwhile, has faded out of the conversation. The squirrel stands staring out at the wavetops, feeling vaguely nostalgic.* S' been a while since I was aboard a ship. *After a while, at the mention of lunch, he comes back to reality and interrupts the conversation. *Aye, I'll help out too...I'm not doin' much good just hangin' around.
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Post by Silas on Aug 10, 2007 18:48:01 GMT
*Archeio steps forth, already having an idea.* Well, all of ye could help move those crates over there belowdecks fer starters... We're gonna need all the 'elp we can get to sail this ship porper. *He says knowingly. After a short pause, the otter added,* I'll leave ye to it, then. *The captain then made his way aft towards the tiller, leaving behind a pile of miscellaneous crates, barrels and bags full of supplies the crew had picked up. Silas picked up the first crate, which was notably hefty, but not so heavy as to break his back over it.*
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Post by Twilight Swiftpaw on Oct 17, 2007 18:50:08 GMT
*Twilight turned, and walked to the aft of the ship. She also bent, and picked up one that wasn't too light, but not so cumbersome. Hefting it up, she rested it slightly on her shoulder, before looking around.* Erm.. where is the hold?
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Post by Silas on Oct 27, 2007 2:34:29 GMT
Down here, miss. *A crew member called up as he was coming up the stairs from belowdecks. Silas carried his crate down to the lower floor, and set it on top of a pile of similar supply crates, most bearing the seal of Southsward on the sides of the boxes. Most of the crew pitched in, forming a chain, but with some gaps to be filled in, passing the boxes to each other. it would've been a very slow process had the otters not had any help. Silas stays below and places the boxes as they arrive. All in all, a laborous chore, he decides.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Oct 27, 2007 20:15:50 GMT
*Despite her determined glare and years of carrying barrels about Tavern cellars, Danniar still struggles to lift one of the larger crates - nearly equal in size to her. The contents is heavy and a dozen possibilities of what might lie inside the crates spring into the barmaid's mind. She dismisses at once the notion that it might be balast she is attempting to carry, hoping instead for weapons or jewells, (sp?). With this thought, Danniar receives a burst of energy and swears she manages to lift the crate an inch or so from the deck, dropping it almost instantly with a noise that makes a few of the nearby crew look up in confusion and annoyance. Returning their expressions with one of insolence, she pushes the crate across the deck a few metres closer to the stairs, nearly slipping over with the effort, not wanting to try carrying it again yet.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Oct 27, 2007 20:20:05 GMT
*Lonas stands next to another crate, looking down at the box and fiddling with a loose thread on his tunic. The squirrel isn't used to lifting things - he'd always been the captain on his own ship, the Fortune's Leftovers, and therefore didnt' do a whole lot of heavy lifting.* *He stands for another moment, then looks around for somebeast else to commandeer to do the carrying for him.*
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