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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-06-03 07:06 pm

no man's sea


Avast ye — sprawling til 18 June is part I of the Storm at Sea travel arc, which doubles as a test drive. Participants don’t need an invite to reserve or apply over 10-17 June.

Try to label if you’re a test drive tourist or an old timer — and don’t hesitate to leave an OOC note to opt out of random NPC piraaaaaaaargh interaction. Test drivers can post both log and network prompts. Have fun!




NO MAN’S SEA




DEEP WATERS | SON OF A BISCUIT EATER | MOLLYWICK | | THE CROSSING | NOTES




AHOY! SCALLYWAGS

Departing Ke-Waihu, the existing party joins paranoid pirate king, turned stalwart saint Samuel Vane — the feared Quicksilver Sam — aboard the Pariah.

Test drivers awaken anguishing at sea, floating on rafts, or on minuscule patches of deserted land. They are collected by two pirates and the recalcitrant sorceress Karsa — who supplies translation and communication devices. She explains the newcomers were summoned into the land of Akhuras by warring undead factions. Karsa’s master, the elusive Merchant, ferries newcomers east to beacons hoped to return them home. He has secured them passage on the pirate vessel Queen Zanyra of ’Wet Rope’ Caladan Kreil, an associate of Quicksilver Sam.

The Pariah and Zanyra meet at sea, a day’s travel away from Ke-Waihu:

■ Characters overhear that Quicksilver Sam seeks to reach the haunted Crossing Seas and ‘settle an old score.’ Long-term ally Caladan Kreil supports his cause.

■ The two vessels make daily supply and crew exchanges by rowboat. The Pariah’s passengers must give the passcode: flaunted like gold to board the Queen Zanyra. Staff of the Queen Zanyra must speak the words before the blind man to access the Pariah. Forget your passcode and fall at the mercy of whoever patrols the decks!

■ Tasks await all passengers: diligently clean and polish decks, climb tall masts to sew torn sails, banish a preposterous number of seagulls, fish, read post or… dubious novels to sailors, count loot, guard the decks, clean cannons or serve as boat lure for shark fishing. Medics and cooks can practise their natural trades, while musicians and entertainers should amuse the crew.

■ By all means, grab thematic garments from crew coffers. Also available: daggers, swords and rare pistols.

■ Characters may notice both ship crews are spirited, but grow weary when Quicksilver Sam fitfully orders his five on-call priests to carry out protection rites, or to ‘exorcise’ evil from random staff — through ineffective bitter potions, shrill chants and requests to sit in unusual luck-incurring poses, or to commit some mundane, repetitive task. Let’s bore the devil away.

■ Treat senior crew with respect: some pirates are equally drunk on rum and fleetingly authority and reward perceived slights with a 24h-stay in the brig. These fine accommodations fit two and annul powers while there. No dinner.


■ Sleep where you can: hammocks and rotting mattresses can be found in great common halls beneath decks. The sick and women (naturally, ill omens at sea) can share the four private cabins of each ship. Sumeragi Subaru has his own cabin aboard the Pariah.

■ Each night, expect drinking beneath the halls and a pirate’s greatest hobby: gambling. Conmen might lure you into an ‘innocent game’ that sinks you deep into debt, winning your valuables, favours, or kidney!

■ Ladies are afforded a wide, begrudging berth and some authority over the crew.

Accommodations: fresh potions are readily available to ward off sea sickness, and magically resilient oranges are on hand to counter scurvy. As woe would have it, the long-serving Mr. Ishmael has passed, and his earthly remains have been retained aboard the Pariah for Kaneki Ken. Viktor receives a leashed emotional support albatross — a large, loud but docile bird that flies above him counter-current to balance him, whenever the ship’s sway threatens his footing.


OBJECTIVES

■ Discover why good Quicksilver Sam is intent on his haunted travels. The captain declines audiences, but try to get information from the two crews.

■ Please share the information gained via network…!





THAT SON OF A BISCUIT EATER

Trouble starts to brew, within days at sea:

■ Be on the lookout while on watch duty: on a handful of occasions, new faces appear aboard. They fail to offer the passcode — and attempt to injure characters, throw them overboard, or to enter the captains’ lodgings. Sound the alarm or seize intruders!

■ After interrogating an infiltrator, Caladan Kreil sends word that the assailants hail from the Concord, a war vessel of the Dawns’ Reach Trade Company that is pursuing the pirate ships at distance under the command of Maximilian Hawk. A credit to his name, Wet Rope Caladan has the spy hanged.

■ Prepare to get drafted for double watch duty, as both Caladan Kreil and Quicksilver Sam bolster defences. Tensions escalate, with pirate crew questioning the loyalties of newer recruits.

■ A few days later, at dawns, the silent, swift and massive Concord approaches close enough to fire its cannons at both ships and send vicious militia to climb aboard. Defend your ship!

■ The Concord withdraws by midday, after lightly damaging its opponents. Help with repairs and enjoy some rum — you’ve survived your first sea scuffle!




MOLLYWICK

Just short of entering the Crossing, where the seas are dark and highly opaque, the Queen Zanyra and Pariah encounter a stretch of vibrant, lushly forested land.

■ Both vessels send crew over for a few hours, with captains urging quick incursions. Pair up to collect berries, scant mushrooms and sweet water. Curiously, no animals are found.

■ Veteran sailors say this is the Neverflight isle of myth, where sea kings have buried their treasures. Pirates share legendary coordinates of long lost loot, archived as riddles or poems. Grab a shovel and a-digging you go!

■ …ah, but don’t linger too long. What pranksters your sailor friends are. Within hours of the island’s appearance, the earth beneath your feet crumbles and quakes, and the land starts to sink. Evacuate or call for help to get out of here — as the great white whale Mollywick submerges in the waters with the Neverflight island it carries on its back. Hopefully, you don’t go under with them.

■ If you’ve threaded out a treasure dig, drop a line to receive some especially deplorable loot. You deserve it.




THE CROSSING

The Pariah and Queen Zanyrafrequently chained together to avoid separation — creep into the Crossing : a stretch of eerily silent waters, dark and volatile.

■ Slowly, a thick, nearly impregnable fog dawns during the day, covering the sun and leaving the skies a desolate slate. Dreadful storms spark at night.

■ Strange, talking carps jump on board, offering to tell you your future. Caution: they only make bad luck readings (request yours) that turn true. They appear wherever their target flees and are exceptionally annoying, until either the moon rises, or you apply the superstitious cure of throwing salt on them.

■ Nightmares haunt you — your own, or glimpsed memories of ships crashing, sinking, falling to storm. Note: only your character suffers these memories/nightmares, but everyone else can experience their exhausted grumpiness, come morning.

■ Be wary, when pairing to cross over to the other pirate ship: you may find another rowboat beside yours, its sailor begging for an oar or ladle. If you give him one, he shovels water into your boat with inhuman speed — desert your vessel and swim quickly to a pirate ship, before undead hands pull you into the sea.

■ While alone on deck, characters might hear sweet, coaxing voices that urge them to walk the plank into the water. Break your brethren from this spell, or watch them fall into the arms of man-eating mermaids.

■ Now and then, the ships are shaken by long, whips of something lashing from the depths.

■ Pirates become increasingly skittish and on edge. Priests perform countless protection rites and exorcisms on both ships.

■ At night, a handful of undead men climb aboard. They lack awareness and are in a clear state of discomposure, looking to catch the living and drown them. With toothless, rotting mouths, some rasp, This is kinder.

■ As you officially enter the Crossing, beams of light erupt in the horizon, showing the distant silhouettes of several ghost ships.




NOTES

TEST DRIVE QUESTIONS

OLD-TIMER QUESTIONS

unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

[personal profile] unas 2022-06-05 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
No. I don't feel anything.

( and the anything was key, it was like something was missing, something that had always been a part of her.

but she's not about to admit that. she doesn't plan on revealing that she's anything other than human )


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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-05 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That gets a snort and a muttered curse, but Mo Ran's smart enough not to completely antagonize him further. ]

Bet I could make a better biscuit if you let me out. Something that doesn't threaten to break your remaining teeth. [ He's never made anything like that but he'll learn, and quick, if it means getting out of the brig. ]
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-05 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
What were you planning on grabbing? [ There is some food, so he suspects that, which is smart— Mo Ran's definitely planning on grabbing some of the berries he can find— but there's no telling what else the island holds.

He sets off walking toward the trees, determined to try to figure out where this treasure is. ]
Keep up if you want any of the loot.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-05 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So she believes that he's telling the truth without any other proof. That should be suspicious, but it's not his biggest concern right now. ]

At least it's just the cage itself. [ There's shuffling outside the door and the gruff sound of far off voices. He sighs and inches his way back towards it as he reaches into his belt for a dagger he'd swiped earlier. The amount of weapons sitting out is one thing they've got going for them. ]

I'll be right back.

[ And this time he does disappear in a flash to handle whoever is on the other side. Hopefully someone with a key. He already tried to do this the easy way, so anything that happens is on them. ]
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-05 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
But I was the same age yesterday.... [ Mo Ran trails off, looking at Chu Wanning with a puzzled look in his eyes. ] Before I arrived here. When we were in the village.

[ Is it possible that Chu Wanning doesn't remember that? He can't think of why, but it's not the first time Mo Ran has been aware of events that no one else knows. That's a very distinct situation, and he can't think of why it would translate here.

If Chu Wanning were anyone else, he'd think they were lying. But this is Chu Wanning. ]
How old do you remember this one?
Edited 2022-06-05 23:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-05 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With a sigh, he turns and slumps against the bars, letting his head fall back against one of them as he eyes his company. Truly, having any company is better than being in the brig alone. ]

They shouldn't starve their prisoners. Even some of those terrible old biscuits would be fine.

[ He's maybe a little whiny about it, but then, Mo Ran hates going without food, even if it is something he can easily manage. ]
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-05 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh, but that's warming him, sets down the kindle, lights it, stokes the fire. He's squinting, biscuit nearly neglected in hand, falling from his mouth.

Squinting and appraising, and in the end, he mutters all too circumspect: )


...you... you's a cook, aye?

( He is... not unintrigued, him. )
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-05 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sea is loud, something Mo Ran hadn't realized at first: the crash of the waves against the side of the ship, the wind in the sails, the ropes and rigging ringing. He doesn't hear the other man approach until he's there, asking a question. It jerks Mo Ran from his stupor, and he glances to the side. ]

I keep seeing the ship sinking in my dreams. Really unpleasant. [ He grimaces, shuddering slightly. ] Is that what brings you up here?
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-05 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After his whining, which Mo Ran knows is undignified and beneath him but it's really not something he can help, he turns to study the other man in the brig, eyes going wide, and sucking in a breath, ready to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness, until he realizes that no, for as beautiful as he is, this man is not his shizun.

Still, he is pretty, and Mo Ran enjoys the company of pretty people, and he turns a bright smile on the other man. ]


Ah, how did— of course, you can tell. [ It's unsurprising, really. That much power means he has to be somewhat aware of other cultivators. ] I've practiced inedia but I don't like it.
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-05 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh now they're talking. Mo Ran grins brightly, dimples showing, and he leans against the bars, arms resting on the horizontal bar running around the brig. ] I cook all the time. [ So maybe that's a stretch, it's not all the time, but he can cook. ]

Can make something better than that biscuit. Something with a little flavor.
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[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-06-06 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Village...

He scoffs.]


Peach Blossom Springs is hardly small enough to be called a village.

[Still, all this is a little...it's strange. It's very, very strange. Because any illusions of Mo Ran can only come from Chu Wanning's memories and his memories would hardly be this inaccurate. Then somehow...this is Mo Ran? But how...?]

...you are supposed to be sixteen.

[His answer comes stiffly because he's uncertain.]
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[personal profile] reticence 2022-06-06 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
A man with little to no experience with magic outside of the druids in the household he's employed in, Faolan has absolutely no idea what a wand is, and therefore yes. Regulus does look out of place, and ill-prepared for the skirmish that is to come.

He offers his companion something of a shrug in return to the question. He does not want to brag about his experience. That would be bad form, both in terms of courtesy, and for the fact that good spies don't go about bragging about their prowess.

"I have seen battle before," he replies. "But not on a ship. And not without...something more in the way of organization of our party, if I am being perfectly honest."
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-06 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mo Ran goes still, eyes going wide again. ] Peach Blossom Springs. [ It's faint, barely an echo of Chu Wanning's words. It feels like Mo Ran's world has dropped out from under him, and he stares at his shizun, impolite and improper. ]

Shizun. I'm nearly twenty-two.[ He flounders a little, rubbing the back of his neck again, and almost wishing he was in robes so he could fiddle with his sleeves. ] Peach Blossom Springs was over five years ago.

[ So Chu Wanning didn't come with him from the village. That's fine. It's still his shizun and he's still determined to respect him and cherish him and be the best disciple he can possibly be. In fact, it might be for the best.

He finally drops his gaze, looking at the hem of Chu Wanning's robes. At least he's managed to keep them from getting soaked for the moment, although Mo Ran still doesn't understand how. ]
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-06 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Five gives her a look, but the edge of his lip twitches upward. Despite all the reasons he knows it's an act, she can be so ridiculous that it's almost funny. And he remembers. Winnie is so desperate to feel something, she'd see the ship sink just for the chance to experience something new. He's yet to see her fight with a sword, but he might get to if those pirates make their way over.

Her compliment just makes his jaw clench and he looks briefly to the corpses they left behind. He probably feels as much for them as she does, which should be troubling. ]


What are the odds that they ask us to clean up the mess after this is all over?

[ Why he's deciding to make small talk, he couldn't say. Maybe it's nice having someone around who doesn't judge. Having her on his side is better than the other way around. ]
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[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-06-06 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Twenty-two?

[It was Chu Wanning's turn to sound like an echo. It would explain everything, really, except...

Except how? If he were calm and thinking logically, he'd realize that if so many can come from different worlds that different times shouldn't be so strange. And yet...and yet his heart squeezed painfully. His eyes widened minutely, in realization, in mild panic and then in worry.

Before he scowls.]


Ridiculous! I've only been here for three months! I can't have been gone for so many years!

[They were in the middle of such a mess...his disciples still needed so much guidance, so many things he meant to try to do for them. Even if no one would care, how could he just leave for five years?

He had yet to realize the 'we' Mo Ran mentioned earlier included himself. Because, of course, he has jumped to the worst possible conclusion.]
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[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-06-06 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Fresh character rather than not, but:

1. If he fucks the pirates, and that's to say any one of them who wants to get down and dirty in whatever way, does he get any information on their captain's objectives? He's sleeping with them regardless, this is just a bonus.

2. Licyn is essentially a living, recharging magical battery, which reads like some source of magic energy to be taken/siphoned, as he can't use it himself in any meaningful to others way. (Shapeshifting and healing use it, but that's an automatic thing for him, not something he 'opts' to do or not.) Does anything they encounter on the voyage care, or will he feel anything magic-powered on either the ships, with the mermaids, or with the undead?

... Or while on the whale island I suppose!
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-06 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Three months. He's been for longer than Mo Ran realized. He remembered but the what the sorceress said about travellers, but it was only finally starting to hit him.

That settled, he dated to look at Chu Wanning again, wondering what he should say. ]


Shizun was with us for a while, but then had to enter seclusion. [ That should be safe enough to mention. ] When I left, you had just returned from seclusion and we were helping a village.

[ Few details. Let Chu Wanning assume what he wanted from it, but Mo Ran had no desire to talk to him about the events that happened.

His face falls slightly and he covered it with another laugh, looking up just as a large wave rocks the ship, sending him slightly off balance and stumbling. ]




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[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-06-06 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much, now I can write his network prompt /GLISTENS

2. Bless the angry mermaids. Hot. Also, sounds good, he'll grimace and... er, avoid Caladan Kriel's cabin because f no thanks? No thanks.
bravelyrunsaway: (smile; a knowing look)

licyn mansbane | original character | tourist

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-06-06 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ahoy! Scallywags: Lost (and Found) at Sea
The raft Licyn finds himself on holds together better than his soaked, tattered shirt; before long he's shed it to bolster the tie to three floatsam pieces he's rigged into a sunshade on top of the raft.

When he sees someone else in the water, on a tiny shoal, or on their own raft, he lifts a hand to wave.

"Ahoy! You as searing lost as I am?"

At least he's amicable about the whole thing, along with the pointing toward sails intruding from the distance:

"Think we might want to head that way and get loud, love, delightful as it'd be to stay stranded with you!"
Network Communications: Early Days
Magic nonsense, storm take it and everyone with it...!

Thankless fellow travelers, if any of you were so curious as I was, not one of our seamen fellows has ever crewed with our dear, beloved captain before. Not one! Is that usual, I have no idea, I'm a mercenary not a sailor.

( but he sounds a touch amused. )

Either way, they think this is some kind of grudge between the good captain and his former crew. Also something about unfinished business with how his vessel before this one was lost, the Storm at Sea, which is the best name for a storm-struck boat I've ever heard, hah! So there you are, no one knows what's happening, but now you know that everyone is equally in the dark.

And new.
Mollywick Beneath Our Feet
Behold, this beast who is on four legs, twinned ears perked forward, tail held low and easy, one of the companions to come ashore or who was here on arrival. A red wolf, the only animal one might encounter beyond those brought aboard by the older travelers, perhaps, and so willing to lead you forward.

Or more likely, in the middle of digging with truly canine curious flare as dirt goes flying out between his hindlegs as his forepaws drag more and more out of the way, revealing... something underneath...

Come, join him in unburying treasure! He's most the way there, what better time to snipe a find from a wolf than now?
The Crossing: Mermaid Travesty
I'd sleep with them.

( he says, from where he's looking down at the furious mermaids who're watching them from the wake of the ships, and between them, keeping effortless pace. )

If it didn't require me drowning or having my throat torn out.

( Licyn sighs and shakes his head, glancing away from the mermaids and to his momentary companion. )

What about you?
OOC Note: Licyn is a flirt, will sleep with anyone willing, is a werewolf, and is also a walking magical battery. Feel free to be aware of his magical nature/being/essence if it makes sense for your character, and let me know if your character is using magic -- he can be aware of it, without knowing what it does, and isn't all that trusting of magic as a whole. Which makes it fun! I'll tag in prose or action, whichever you prefer.
Edited 2022-06-06 02:37 (UTC)
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network

[personal profile] eighttaels 2022-06-06 02:41 am (UTC)(link)


WHAT do you mean, the best name, that's the WORST, the VERY WORST, AHAHAHAHHAHAHHAA, that CAPTAIN who named it, was he so poor, he sold off all his GOOD SENSE and FEAR to debtors??? Hey, YOU, can you ask if he STILL NEEDS MONEY??? My brother has a FORTUNE to spare, give or take, can it at least buy us BETTER BISCUITS?

bravelyrunsaway: (smile; hahahaaaa fu)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-06-06 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Love, no amount of money can fix a broken man or his lack of naming sense, and your brother, is he here?
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[personal profile] eighttaels 2022-06-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)


Um, he IDN'T DO THIS, this is definitely NOT his work, not a TENTH of it, not HALF, and DEFINITELY NOT THE WHOLE, I think, I'm almost very certain.

bravelyrunsaway: (disheveled; as it says)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-06-06 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Only almost certain, love?
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[personal profile] royal_venant 2022-06-06 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Regulus seemed slow to act. But he was just thinking, really. Comparing this battle to all the ones he'd participated in back home, back with the Death Eaters. And noticing all the differences.

Back home, this very thing had terrified him. But he'd learned quickly how to fight despite his fear, because he'd feared something more. Being found out by the wrong side--his side.

But none of that had followed him here. No one here knew him from Merlin. And he hadn't chosen any of this. He'd made no pact with the magical devil, that he knew of, here. They'd plucked him out of the water and if he didn't pull his weight, he didn't get fed and time in a solitary jail cell. Or worse, probably being tossed back into the sea.

In otherwords, this wasn't his fight, he was ancillary. The moral right and wrong here didn't weigh on his mind or his to measure and define.

"I think-"

He was cut off by the battle cry of one of their assailants playing the warrior and swinging across towards them.

Not his morals in the balance, but he did have to defend himself.

His wrist twitched and the rope the man was swinging on sliced clean in two, and the man fell into the ocean, scream changing seconds later to something less confident just before the splash.

"Chaos is the point," he finished his thought.

A friend of the fallen started swinging across from the other ship. And Regulus figured it was the polite thing to do to let his companion take care of this one and gestured as such.

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