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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

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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-06-19 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"This is not Azeroth," Wrathion grouses. "Were we to find something, we could not even be assured it was safe given our lack of contextual history."

Honestly, who has time for this frivolity? Their situation is precarious. Once again, the beacon has failed them -- more so than previously. Neither of them has managed to return home even briefly this time, and now they are crossing the ocean to some new unknown destination.

The Beastmaster may be dead, but the Huntress is now missing -- and Wrathion cannot be sure if that is a good thing or not.
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[personal profile] lostfate 2022-06-20 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's silent for a minute, maybe even longer, then shrugs, and lets his disguise as Ming Yi drop, revealing the fact that he was a demon. ]

You and Crimson Rain were escaping Black Water Manor.
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[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-06-20 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[...

His frown turns into a scowl.]
What are you laughing about? Being stuck for half a day? In the cold? On a raft? Mo Weiyu, what part of that is funny to you?

[He sounds angry but that's because he's concerned. What if you had gotten sick? What if you had gotten hurt?]

This old and you still can't take these things seriously?
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-20 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Shizun! [ He holds up his hands, almost pleading, and tries to wipe the amusement off his face, although he can't help the ghost of his grin. Chu Wanning is just too cute.

It's also soothing, to be nagged at like this, familiar and comforting despite the environment. ]
It really wasn't bad. I'm a healthy young man, half a day at sea isn't going to hurt.
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[personal profile] reaction 2022-06-20 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Hungry. If I'm being honest. ( he stays put though. doesn't take a step forward from where he's leaning against the bulkhead. it's been a heck of a long week. )

You ever have a craving for something you can't have? ( well, he wouldn't really say that he can't have it. more like, he's trying to exercise caution in a place he isn't familiar with. and this hunger for blood? it's not like it ever goes away. but just because he's used to the thirst, it doesn't mean it's not a pain to deal with. an annoyance. )

I used to go crazy for chocolates. Loved it as a kid. I shared some with my brother once? He was just a little thing then. An infant. And boy, did I get scolded for it. Turns out, you're not supposed to give chocolates to babies. Who would've thought? Well. I didn't like it so much after that. ( why is he yammering on here? who knows? guess he's just playing the part of a conversationalist. )
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-20 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( the water? she hadn't meant to go anywhere near the water.

emilia's confusion widens the chasm of this pause, her hesitation long enough to weaken the thrall. what happens next decimates the rest of it in full: a lashing from deep within the water that leaves the whole of the ship trembling. the force of it sends emilia all but barreling into moiraine.
)
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-20 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh, he smells.

Emilia breathes in through her mouth for most of the journey, particularly when the ship eases him toward her in answer to the lapping waves. She only brings herself to a stop when one of the sailors on duty inevitably stumbles upon them and demands an explanation, heart deciding it might want to travel to her throat.

Acting had never come naturally to her, failing to convince Antonio when she attempted to deceive him. But if her time in the underworld taught her anything, it was to craft a mask and conceal that which can be used against you. To use someone's prepossessions against them in turn.

And so she lets the seemingly drunken scene speak for itself with unflinching confidence, careful not to over-explain. Stamps down any traces of alarm like she might a bug.
)

Played a game he lost rather poorly. Couldn't bring himself to his feet by the end of it.

( More wind and waves and rain, their captive lolling his head to the other side until it's all but resting on Lan Wangji's shoulders. The sailor snorts, coming closer still. He eyes Emilia, however, which she'd been banking on, and takes these steps back again. A woman must be given wide berth.

These things happen, he says. Least he isn't owing him the coin. Something something lad's done for the night to which Emilia nods.
)
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-20 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps not need, but I certainly wouldn't mind.

( emilia looks up at diego with a quiet smile. it's a little on the edge of weary, but she welcomes his company all the same. she isn't the only one plagued with nightmares as of late, and she's well aware of that. keeping busy helps: her grief is never far, but the true enemy is allowing it to catch up to her. )

How good are you at chopping herbs?
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-20 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( Emilia nods the once. )

Grace Three. She has taken a bit of a liking to me.

( Though the road was not seamless at first. At first the Graces reminded her of Domenico, reminded her of Vittoria and that singular, mournful howl she heard in the nights following her murder. She still doesn't know why her twin really struck the bargains she did. )
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[personal profile] mypreciousworld 2022-06-20 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a relief.

[ trying to be as polite as possible while also thinking about... what if there isn't enough? he'd have to learn how to defend himself pretty quick, or at least find someone who could on his behalf. ]

You said "us". What do you use?
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-06-20 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Wrathion is right, of course. This island is likely no safer than any of the other locations they've visited so far. Perhaps even less so, considering its deserted location. The truth is that Anduin does not intend to search for buried treasure. Since that day, rescuing the children from the volcano, Anduin had been -- busy, with the villagers, and the cleanup. And then there had been the beacon, and all the mixed feelings the idea of returning home had brought with it, only to have it fail again. Now here they are, voyaging across the ocean on a pirate ship and sharing their living space with the rest of the group at large, and this whole time they haven't really managed to check in with each other.

Maybe it doesn't matter. Wrathion has spent most of his life fending for himself. But here in this place, where they have grown to count on one another... Or at least that is what Anduin would like to think, anyway. Wrathion's mind has always been difficult to read. Anduin's spent enough time trying to guess at what he might be thinking. If Anduin knows him, then he knows that he will never truly speak his mind in front of an audience, as much as he does like to put on airs.

Shouldering his own pack, he steps forward to lead Wrathion further into the jungle -- and away from anyone else from the party they might have landed with. If there is one thing that can be counted on, it is that treasure hunting is not a group activity, and soon they are well and truly alone in the dense forest.

"I have been meaning to speak to you," Anduin says, slowing his pace before turning to glance back at Wrathion. "The ship presents itself with few opportunities for private conversation, so I had thought..." His pale blue eyes search Wrathion's face for any sign of frustration or protest, at the somewhat less than honest ruse to lure him out here. Then again, Anduin is not so sure that he would have come otherwise.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-20 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five can't help but scoff lightly at 'Grace Three', because even now that name is still both ridiculous and so predictable. Overall he's had to tone down his criticism of the wolves, as often as they've proven useful.

They don't like him as much though after that whole 'locking Diego in a room' episode, and he keeps it in the corner of his eye as he turns back to consider her. ]


Diego must have too. The wolves are practically a second family to him now.

[ He can say that with zero jealousy. It's annoying but fine. ]
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-06-20 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
It's... useful at times. But it's not exactly nice.

[Especially since it usually shows significant events, and significant usually means bad.]

do you want to risk more wrath by eating a magical fish?
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-06-20 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Primarily, a sword. It's what I was trained with.

My country's army knows of guns, but their use is not widespread.

[he'll give the boy a reassuring smile.]

But some people here can punch through walls with their bare hands, and quite a few people wield magic as well. You'll be fine.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-20 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
We've found... I think two, since I've been here? Some people managed to leave through them, but it seems they only work for a short amount of time before they run out of energy. And then we can't just wait for them to be usable again, because we still need to evade capture by undead lords.

[So you know, it... works, but not very well and not much.]
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-20 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
.... Ah.

[Yes, he does remember that, quite well. And of course his suspicions are now confirmed. Just...]

That was more than a year ago for me.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-06-20 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The ruse to lure him out doesn't bother Wrathion -- he'd have no moral high ground in that argument -- however the desire for private conversation does induce wariness.

What is it Anduin needs to speak to him about that requires privacy?

Something serious? Something dangerous? Something he cannot risk the rest of their party overhearing?

"Speak your mind," he prompts, brow furrowing as he tries to pick apart Anduin's expression in turn. He doesn't look angry, he thinks. So it may not be that he's upset with him. Has he done anything that might have upset Anduin, for that matter? He doesn't -- hm. Perhaps Anduin objects to the Beastmaster's death, perhaps he felt pity for him? Desired him to live, the way Daenerys had?
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-06-20 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
They both stand studying each other's expressions for a moment before Anduin makes the first move to break the silence. This had been his idea, after all. The lot of it had been.

"So much has happened, recently," Anduin says, at last. "You were forced out of the village, on the run from the Beastmaster. I met with you, when I could, and I -- did try my best to see that you were protected from his influences. But then what with the troubles in the village, the drought, the volcano's eruption, and the tributes they sought to sacrifice..."

He takes a tentative step back toward Wrathion, searching his face as he continues.

"I know that he is dead now. But..." Anduin frowns, realizing perhaps exactly what it is that's troubling him about all of this. "I should have been there with you. During that final battle. I made you a promise, and I -- should have seen it through."
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[personal profile] inferus 2022-06-20 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( Wrath's fingertips still at the side of her face as his dark eyes shine a bit more gold in the firelight. It is as if he realizes in the same moment her lucidity returns to her that he has broached the distance between them once more. She was repulsed by him and avoided him within the village, and this was following his own assertion that her betrayal could mean she was not ready to be his- she did not choose him.

He lifts his brows. He has lectured her many times about this. However, the call of the mermaids is different. If her power was unlocked, she would be able to block it entirely, but- )


Would you prefer it if I did?

( He would certainly prefer her anger to her grief and pain, to the suffering that wrapped around her mind and nearly brought her to the plank.

However, whenever she is in danger or in trouble, the softer parts of him resurface as if they'd always been there but simply buried deep awaiting her return. )
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-06-20 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.

Realisation smooths out Wrathion's expression, and he hesitates thoughtfully.

It is, after all, quite true. Anduin did make him a promise, and in the end he was not there. He could have been, but instead Wrathion veered from his goal to help Anduin first -- to fly him and the tributes to safety. A noble goal, and one Wrathion cannot begrudge. Anduin prioritised saving individuals who were not as strong as either of them, so that they did not come to harm in all the chaos.

Still.

He folds his arms thoughtfully, fingers tapping against his arm as he considers it.

"You had other concerns in the moment," Wrathion says. "I managed regardless."
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-06-20 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Anduin's frown deepens slightly, both at the way that Wrathion folds his arms over his chest and then at his companion's choice of words.

Other concerns.

"Your health and well-being have and always will be among my chief concerns, Wrathion," Anduin insists. "I could not turn my back on those people. Not when they needed me to be there for them. But that is not to say that I meant to abandon you -- that you did not need me there for you as well. Even if you did manage, as you say, without me."

He holds Wrathion's gaze in his for a long moment, before he says, softly, "I am sorry."
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-06-20 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
That is entirely not true.

There was a time Wrathion's health and well-being were not at all Anduin's concern, he's quite sure. All his own doing, of course, yet still -- even the smallest hint of falsehood in the words is something Wrathion latches onto. He lofts an eyebrow, then slides his eyes away as he processes the apology.

Did he need an apology? He isn't sure. He was not, exactly, upset about it.

He was not upset because he hadn't actually expected Anduin to appear by his side. What would he have done if he had? Healed him, he supposes? Would he have fought? How would Wrathion have felt about that?

"Given the way things have progressed so far, I do not doubt you will have ample opportunities to fight by my side."
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-06-21 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
( A game of sleight of hands and folly, but her metaphor is no lie, and so the cut of Lan Wangji's gaze, lifting, is glass unscratched and clean. It strikes him, for the first time, that Hanguang-Jun is negligible here: mere muscle to ferry weight that he recalls, at the last moment, to shift leaned on his back for fairer distribution. Emilia is a force that slivers of inconvenience should not stifle.

Before them, one of the sailors stands especially tall, thin, muscled like rope. Sturdy. If it's to come to this, swing a blade round and aim for the joints, the wrists, the ankles, the bridges of delicate connection that so often suffer strain in bodies deprived of classical proportion. Farther out, a stodgier fellow gives their captive a hesitant glance — for him, better a beating, and a toppling over, and perhaps knotting him in the sails.

Violence does not visit them. In the end, Lan Wangji, Emilia and their... friend are waved forward, steered to the great halls, "Leave'im to his rest." Only, they cannot cage themselves below deck, not with a burden and the mightier chance of recognition from a veteran sailor who knows the names and faces of the crew aboard both ships —

When Lan Wangji drags the infiltrator again, the man's knees nearly give, he folds inward like brittle parchment, and the buckles of his shoes lash the deck in sordid staccato. He hisses, behind himself: )


Air. For fast awakening.

( And affords himself one long, quiet exhalation when the sailors who watch them nod on, and Emilia and he may retire to the other end of the trembled ship. To her, under his breath: )

They keep boats bound close.
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[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-06-21 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
If you're calling me shizun then stop talking back.

[He had never quite known what to do with Mo Ran most of the time, whether he was kind or not to Chu Wanning, he never knew what to do about it. But it was true now, more than ever. He's grown so accustomed to Mo Ran's attitude of barely tolerating Chu Wanning's presence that this deference is leaving him off-balance.

But most importantly...]


I will keep an eye on you from now on.

[And maybe that may come across as untrusting, as looking down on Mo Ran's capabilities...but the truth is, he's just worried. And really, what sort of shizun would he be if he didn't look out for his disciples?

...even if this particular disciple is no longer a teenager.]
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-21 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Undead lords. [ That gets a groan out of him. ] So is it always like this? [ He waves an arm around, indicating the ship and everything that comes along with it. ] The weird fish and the priests and the fog and shit?

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