The Journey
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The Journey
((OOC-Note: This is a GM-leaded boardquest. Please only post if you are involved in it. Thank you and have fun with reading, and sorry for my bad english (-; ))
Caitlin stands infront of her depot. Slowly she packs some things for her planned journey.
She wears her black trousers, a black shirt and a dark cloak. In her belt she has two daggers and a sickle. She places in her bag the gold for the books, a rope, some food and something to drink, her little casket with a needle and some threads, as well as some herbs and her mortar and at least some clothes to change.
She grabs her things and takes a last look to the town before she moves towards harbor.
The Sun warms the ground and just a light wind goes through the woods. It is the end of the month Ronas and the summer comes to his highlight.
From afar she can already see the harbor through the trees.
Caitlin stands infront of her depot. Slowly she packs some things for her planned journey.
She wears her black trousers, a black shirt and a dark cloak. In her belt she has two daggers and a sickle. She places in her bag the gold for the books, a rope, some food and something to drink, her little casket with a needle and some threads, as well as some herbs and her mortar and at least some clothes to change.
She grabs her things and takes a last look to the town before she moves towards harbor.
The Sun warms the ground and just a light wind goes through the woods. It is the end of the month Ronas and the summer comes to his highlight.
From afar she can already see the harbor through the trees.
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As Caitlin arrives at the harbor one person is already there. He has started to construct a small raft to bring the group to the next larger harbour. In the next time no ships in the right direction will pass the island, so they must help themself. The person is wearing a black cloak and his face is disguised with a hood. Currently he is carrying some large and heavy pieces of wood to the area where he builds the raft.
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In the ruined castle of Varshikar, Moskher pulls off his red, oversized robe, carefully folding it and putting it away in a chest.
"No need to draw attention to myself whilst away," he says to himself.
A cold breeze passes through the walls and gives him shivers as he buttons up a simple brown shirt.
With a smile he says, "This will do better." He feels his face and notices he needs a shave, but decides against it.
On the old, rumpled matress that he uses as a bed lies a backpack with a week's worth of clothes, a journal, and ink; a satchel with a week's worth of food, four bottles of wine in thick skins, and a dagger; and a pouch of three hundred gold coins. He straps the bags over his shoulders and covers it all in a short blue cloak. He places his ornate ceremonial staff in the corner of the room, replacing it with a simple wooden staff that would look inconspicuous.
Looking himself over with a nod, Moskher leaves the castle and begins the arduous walk over the mountains into Trollsbane past the deserts and over the bridge. The journey is short but taxing, and it gives Moskher one last time to see the whole island before his trip. After a stop at the Seahorse to deliver a letter, Moskher heads to the docks where he meets up with Nedor and Caitlin.
As the raft at the docks comes into view, Moskher laughs and says, "I told you I would follow you to the ends of the world, but I never thought that you would take me there in a rickety raft." He blows a kiss to the island one last time before preparing to get on the primitive craft.
"No need to draw attention to myself whilst away," he says to himself.
A cold breeze passes through the walls and gives him shivers as he buttons up a simple brown shirt.
With a smile he says, "This will do better." He feels his face and notices he needs a shave, but decides against it.
On the old, rumpled matress that he uses as a bed lies a backpack with a week's worth of clothes, a journal, and ink; a satchel with a week's worth of food, four bottles of wine in thick skins, and a dagger; and a pouch of three hundred gold coins. He straps the bags over his shoulders and covers it all in a short blue cloak. He places his ornate ceremonial staff in the corner of the room, replacing it with a simple wooden staff that would look inconspicuous.
Looking himself over with a nod, Moskher leaves the castle and begins the arduous walk over the mountains into Trollsbane past the deserts and over the bridge. The journey is short but taxing, and it gives Moskher one last time to see the whole island before his trip. After a stop at the Seahorse to deliver a letter, Moskher heads to the docks where he meets up with Nedor and Caitlin.
As the raft at the docks comes into view, Moskher laughs and says, "I told you I would follow you to the ends of the world, but I never thought that you would take me there in a rickety raft." He blows a kiss to the island one last time before preparing to get on the primitive craft.
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The raft looks rather simple but quite robust, as long as there is not too much wind. It has a single sail made of white cloth which is tied to a simplistic, rough mast with some pieces of rope.
It seems as if it could carry three or four people of human size, however it would look rather crowded even with two halflings on bord. There are two sticks lying on bord which could be used in lull as a replacement for real oars. All in all one gets the impression that there won't be much luxory while traveling with that thing.
There's not much space left for baggage, maybe three small backpacks filled with the most important items.
The wind is blowing from northwest, the sun is shining. No land can be seen from the shore at the horizont.
It seems as if it could carry three or four people of human size, however it would look rather crowded even with two halflings on bord. There are two sticks lying on bord which could be used in lull as a replacement for real oars. All in all one gets the impression that there won't be much luxory while traveling with that thing.
There's not much space left for baggage, maybe three small backpacks filled with the most important items.
The wind is blowing from northwest, the sun is shining. No land can be seen from the shore at the horizont.
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Knowing only the very basics of sailing, rafts, the ocean and wind, not having the slightest clue where the wind will bring them to, Nedor, Caitlin and Moskher step on the boat and untie it from the land.
They slowly start moving heading southeast, where no land can be seen.
The ocean seems calm, calm enough for the construction of the raft. At the moment.
Silently, the boat loses contact to the island, aiming nowhere. Moskher and Caitlin chat while Nedor nods from time to time. He seems to observe the horizont carefully.
They slowly start moving heading southeast, where no land can be seen.
The ocean seems calm, calm enough for the construction of the raft. At the moment.
Silently, the boat loses contact to the island, aiming nowhere. Moskher and Caitlin chat while Nedor nods from time to time. He seems to observe the horizont carefully.
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One hour can last for at least seven to eight hours if you float on the ocean, not knowing what to do on a boat that is so small that you would not even dare to move your finger. In fact, Nedor is very limited in his gestures by that: Nodding his head nearly caused Moskher to go over bord.
From time to time Ysgar starts soar up, observing the horizont.
After about ... well, some time, maybe 10 hours, maybe 12, maybe even only 2, who knows, Ysgar stays in the air for a rather long time. Suddenly he comes down, landing on Caitlins shoulder. Pointing to the right, seen from the direction of the boats movement, he nods his head twice and says "Kraaaaaaa Krrra".
The then soars up some metres, flies in that direction for a short moment and returns to the shoulder instantly.
From time to time Ysgar starts soar up, observing the horizont.
After about ... well, some time, maybe 10 hours, maybe 12, maybe even only 2, who knows, Ysgar stays in the air for a rather long time. Suddenly he comes down, landing on Caitlins shoulder. Pointing to the right, seen from the direction of the boats movement, he nods his head twice and says "Kraaaaaaa Krrra".
The then soars up some metres, flies in that direction for a short moment and returns to the shoulder instantly.
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Slowly, the raft changes its direction. The wind still blows, but without a sail it does not drive them into the wrong direction anymore.
After about 2 hours of rowing with simple sticks, they first see the large sail of a ship, which motivates them to row stronger and faster. After another 20 minutes, they come noticeably closer to the ship.
They are too far away to see any details. It is a large ship with four sails.
After about 2 hours of rowing with simple sticks, they first see the large sail of a ship, which motivates them to row stronger and faster. After another 20 minutes, they come noticeably closer to the ship.
They are too far away to see any details. It is a large ship with four sails.
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