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Post by Maeve on Sept 23, 2022 6:41:23 GMT
It is one of these sunny days, that give the promise that nothing bad will ever happen. Are those promises ever kept?
A messenger has come to Brian and reported that a small sailing ship of Latin build with a classical Latin Sail has appeared on the horizon and seemingly holds direct course to the coast and most likely to the harbor.
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Post by Brian on Sept 23, 2022 12:40:54 GMT
The people of Ayalos don't know what such a thing is of course ( and why would they). But growing up a Navy Brat in Virginia Brian does.
This is before the days of The War in Ayalos. The False God Kings days are numbered....but he still has the numbers. Brian hasnt met his dear Annie....the Dread queen of Ayalos has not returned. Brian suspects the porous nature between Earth and Ayalos....he doesnt know the larger truths yet.
He makes his way to the Harbor. Hes been working for the King of this region in managing his guards here till a proper Captain can be raised up.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 23, 2022 13:37:33 GMT
The small ship indeed does not break course and makes it way towards the harbor. Short before the harbor the sail comes down, you can see that it carries only one person who uses skillfilly the left over speed of the craft to make it gently to the pier.
Now you can see that it is a woman in her early twenties, wearing linen long shirt and trousers, black hair braided and pinned up in her neck.
When someone comes to help she throws a hawser, so the boat can be tied to the pier.
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Post by Brian on Sept 23, 2022 15:47:03 GMT
The men of this shadow are between 5 and 6 foot if you ventured a guess. Most closer to the 5 foot side, the guards and the dockmen are closer to 6 but not quite there.
The guards are speaking in something that sounds like old Irish. The dockmen seem uncertain of you.
The signs of a Xenophobic Shadow to be sure. Then a tall man cuts through the guards. He's got a foot in all of them. He had a large red mohawk. Thicker then the sort that Martin was purported to have had once. Hes also more muscle then 5 to 10 of these people put togther.
His attire seems more on point for Iron Age Ireland ( or 13th or 14th century ireland ) but not.
It's like he tried to have a craftsman make something from and old recollection.
The chain mail however is practical and not standard for this.
He is carrying a long spear and has a sword on his side.
He approaches you.
He speaks in something resembling Thari...but older. And like a Rebman taught it to a chaosian " pardon me. Visitors are uncommon here...and seen as a bad omen. But sea folk here consider not tending to a ship at port a worse one."
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Post by Maeve on Sept 23, 2022 16:11:51 GMT
The young woman is completely at ease, unmoved by any weapons at display. She herself is not carring any weapons at the moment. There might be one on the ship.
The visitors nods at you in greeting. "Not all visitors are bad news, some bring stories other bring goods." She replies in fluent Thari. "I have no doubt that visitors are rare here, your land is well away from most regular trade routes."
She point outwards to the sea. "I followed a flock of gulls."
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Post by Brian on Sept 23, 2022 16:37:41 GMT
" The people of this land view outsiders as potential invaders and oppressors. Though no such invasion has happened in living ir written memory." He looks back to his men. " We do some trade outside our misty shores but not much. Mists have broken....seems your gulls were auspicious for you." He leans in and whispers " The folks here arent as devout to the cult as in other places. " he used the word Cult ....as their language seems lacking in such a term.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 23, 2022 17:38:01 GMT
"Invaders and oppressors." The young woman ponders."Hiding is no protection against such foes. Best protection agains invaders are allies."
"But I can understand it."
"But see." She points to her ship "I'm alone. No danger from me."
When you mentions "Cults" you have the feeling that you got her lost. She wispers back to you. "I'm lost to what you refer here?"
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Post by Brian on Sept 23, 2022 19:01:31 GMT
" people coming to our aid is not our way. Nor was it in the dats of the druids or the other old gods. " you here for trade? You dont look like a ship from Lyoness. Nor do you look like a Syllian smuggler. And your ship is akm wrong for Ker-is....and the boats from there are pirate vessels."
You definitely would have heard of one of those places
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Post by Maeve on Sept 23, 2022 19:39:19 GMT
"Smuggling." The woman smiles. "Smuggler seldom tend to come by daylight in the open, they like to hide and sneak."
"I myself come from far far across the sea. The ship is from people more to the south of you. I got distracted, each nice coast line looked more interesting then the last. And I went on and on. Trying out some winds. Playing with some dolphins."
"And now my provisions run low, fresh water mainly, but something else than fish would by fine."
"I have something to trade." The woman takes out slowly a small bag and out from the bag a handfull of polished Eyes of Shiva.
(OCC: Yes this nice litte conches with the spiral pattern.)
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Post by Brian on Sept 23, 2022 20:44:33 GMT
Brian evaluates the trade goods " if the winds pulled you north.....you"d have made it to Hybrasil. Better merchants for this. That said.....once I'm done here I plan to head there. " he gives you a mixture of gemstones. Mostly unfinished. " the merchants here will take these in trade. But the merchants here were raised to out deal the faerie....even though it's been 7 generations since ones been seen."
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Post by Maeve on Sept 24, 2022 6:22:50 GMT
"Out deal faeries, that is tough, lucky for me that I'm no afairie." She pockets the gems. "And lucky for me I do no need something that is rare."
"Maybe we can continue somehwere more confortable then a pier." She suggest.
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Post by Brian on Sept 24, 2022 6:26:06 GMT
" I suppose I can take you for a drink and a meal. Best for you to sail out when the 4 moons are in the best position "
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Post by Maeve on Sept 24, 2022 9:26:32 GMT
"Going out with the high tide." The woman agrees and follows the lead.
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Post by Brian on Sept 24, 2022 9:42:06 GMT
He laughs softly. As you go to the Tavern you see a large Cathedral with a large figure of a man with more muscles driving a spear into a giant bear. Various people going into the church to offer themselves a formal tithe.
The bar has beer, but what makes it noteworthy is Whiskey. You have Whiskey, Bourbon (though they don't call it that), Scotch ( again they don't call it that) , Irish Whiskey (again they don't call it that), Canadian Whiskey (which they don't call it that), and Japanese whiskey (which they don't call it that). Brian recommends 3 types of Whiskey, however. One in a Silver bottle, one in a Gold Bottle, and one in a platinum bottle. "They don't make anything like this elsewhere."
Its a Whiskey....but like an Ur Whiskey....the ultimate platonic truth of what whiskey is as a 'Water of life'
He drinks the stuff in the Silver bottle. And he drinks it in a larger amount then the other locals.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 24, 2022 12:37:20 GMT
The woman also takes from the silver bottle and can surely hold her own, more then a local woman might drink without going tipsy. "Well yes that is good stuff. Other lands would pay well for stuff like this, If your people ever decide to get abroad and trade."
"You speak Thari quite well, so your fellows don't. Who teached you?" The woman has noticed that you stick out.
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