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Post by ~Eiluna~ on Aug 9, 2004 2:15:54 GMT -5
Tyrun
Return of the dragonship
« Thread started on: 08/08/04 at 01:12am »
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The dragonship Lady Hana hadn't seen too much sea-travel in the past year or so. But now, she had been to the coast of England and back, and her temporary crew was in a fine humor, at having sailed this well-built vessel. But when she berthed along Port Thunder's busy riverway, her captain left the men to their chores, and strode off to the offices of the GCTC.
When he found that the office was closed for the evening, he pushed the folded vellum through a slot in the door, to be read later. The message was sealed with Tyrun's sigil, and the note inside was scripted in the coded shorthand that he and Eiluna had devised a long while ago. Tyrun's handwriting wasn't as neat as usual, but he had composed this message in some haste...
"LuLu;
By the time you get this message, the situation in Windstorm will be one of two things: A chaotic sh.itstorm...or a rowdy party. To this end, I ask you to please load up The Lady Hana and send her back to Windstorm. Her cargo shall include several barrels of wine and ale...but also...as many medical supplies as you can find. Whatever happens here, it involves protecting our trade, so the company can cover the costs.
In any case, you might as well drop by yourself...I am always happy to see you.
Tyrun"
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~Eiluna~
Re: Return of the dragonship
« Reply #1 on: 08/09/04 at 12:08am »
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*stepping into the GCTC office in the morning to find a note with Tyrun's seal... picking it up and opening it eagerly, nae having heard from him for some time... reading the missive quickly, then again more slowly, a frown forming on m'face, the hidden meanings taking hold... Knowing then that the images in the flames, the feelings of dread I had felt last eve were true, and that I must make m'way to Windstorm post haste...
...stepping outside the office and looking about the docks, to see two of our workers.... I call to them, and as they approach, I instruct one to go the the Lady Hana and tell the captain to ready her for the loading of supplies and a quick departure... The second is given a list of the supplies needed and instructed to go to our storage building and organize all that he can before I come to approve them for loading...
...watching as they run off to their appointed tasks, I quickly make m'way to my personal ship, LuLu's Dream, Tyrun's name repeating over and over in m'mind, as I think of his safety.... finding the trunk with m'personally picked herbs, opening it to choose those I feel will be needed.... packing them and some clothes into m'bag... hurrying back on deck... wanting to get to the storage building so the Lady Hana can be loaded for her journey in time to catch the afternoon tide... *
((posted here from the PT message board....))
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 9, 2004 3:10:51 GMT -5
(( Welcome aboard Eiluna   )) |
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Post by Pool on Aug 9, 2004 4:16:55 GMT -5
Should preparations and storage negotiations run smoothly and Lady Eiluna return to her vessel of choice, she would find him standing at the base of the gangplank.
He had been following her, the very reason why he had been able to sneak around and catch up with her, but he was not going to inform her of such. As she neared he glanced over in her direction; he sat on the edge of a crate with arms folded across his chest, a sword sheathed in its scabbard snuggly held between forearm and chest plate in a patient posture of waiting.
His armor gleamed, polished and primed, and his altered eyes glowed a fierce jade as she approached.
"Ah, Miss Luna. Going somewhere?"
Of course the answer was known already; catching word of the Lady Hana getting dressed for action through the company, even despite the short notice. He had an arm or two in the grapevine so to speak, and knew just when to pull tight to get the wine in an emergency.
"I'm coming with you." was all he said.
Not only was there the sword on his chest, but a twin set of short swords strapped across his back, several other long blades resting along the ground and a myriad of packs and boxes beside his position.
"I, errr, need to confess right now though...I am not much of a sailor." He turned and looked at the massive ship behind him docked along the pier. Sails and snails like water on wine; maybe one day they'll make a flying machine, he thought.
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Post by ~Eiluna~ on Aug 9, 2004 15:19:41 GMT -5
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Post by ~Eiluna~ on Aug 16, 2004 20:42:13 GMT -5
~Casting her eyes from whence they came, she watched the Lady Hana disappear behind the cliffs of the Bay... turning to face the bow of the Fortuna letting the wind whip her chestnut locks behind her, closing her eyes to the wind, envisioning Tyrun in her mind... reaching out... she could feel him, but weakly...
...opening her eyes, she took a deep breath and thanked the Goddess as well as Tyrun for gifting her with this swift ship... glad of Pool and Lynnea's accompaniment of the Lady Hana , she could arrive quickly on the Fortuna to lend her aid to the injured... and then again her mind was pulled back to Tyrun... she could tell it was bad... sighing and looking back to Sten as he sailed her ship deftly through the waves... time was important~
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Post by Lynnea on Aug 17, 2004 11:23:52 GMT -5
Tis her rotten luck that sets her on the slower vessel. Though she had never been a sailor she had lived long enough to learn many a colorful word. Each and every one was used as she watched the faster ship pull away. The string of curses turn the head of even the roughest sailor aboard.
Slowly she turns, ice blue eyes glittering, and fixes the nearest crewman in her sights. You... One finger points directly at his chest. She takes one step forward, then another. Where are those herbs Eiluna left behind? Where? The poor lad - never having heard her referred to as anything but Lulu - starts shaking his head, stammering out something about not knowing what she's talking about. Before he can get more than two words out of his mouth the blonde woman is on him.
A large dagger, nearly the size of a short sword, appears in her hand. She takes him by the tunic and swings him overboard. The lad screams like a girl until -THUD - his body hits the side of the ship. THUNK - the blade pins him to the hull, buried up to the hilt. Ye best pray that fabric holds. She grins maliciously as the tunic begins to rip. Or that ye remem-- They hit a small swell, and the lad finds himself ducking a half-digested meal.
Lynnea keeps herself half-leaning across the side for a moment or two, letting her stomach settle a bit, then slowly rises. Should have pulled it back, wench, she mutters to herself, pushing her now-dirtied hair over her shoulder. She turns to face down the rest of the crew, unsheathing a smaller throwing blade. None of ye know of these herbs either? M'patience be wearing - interrupts herself with a belch - thin.
((an ooc note: Consider it fair warning. This is just the beginning... she's not going to be very friendly by the time they get there. *cackles, wrings hands, etc*))
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Post by Rayven on Aug 17, 2004 16:58:09 GMT -5
*Just smiles and smiles..because I love your writing.
(Wiggles my fingers back at you) A trademark greeting of yours. Hugs ya!
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 18, 2004 5:22:44 GMT -5
(( Welcome to The Windstorm Boards Lynnea...... have fun and enjoy!  ) |
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