Tales of Glory and Valour: the Seafarers Main RP Topic

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So he, too, is a ghost. A dead magic ghost sailor person.

Are there any real people on this ship?!

It was possible to watch the process of emotions causing Dolphus’ face to slowly fall. The shock, the realization of what that meant, the questions that arose from that, the filtering of those questions into the one, poignant response that seemed to encapsulate the whole of his musings.

He’s done. What little color there was seemed to drain from Dolphus’ face. Who knows how long he was a normal person before he became a stupid dead magic ghost, but that extended period is over. His life’s work… His entire life’s work is done and being handed over to me.

But why does that have to end? Is there a temporary lease on how long someone becomes a dead magic ghost? Perhaps there is a contract signed, that becomes invalidated after a certain period? But why would the period end so conveniently after I’ve arrived?

And what happens to a dead magic ghost after they’re, well… No longer a magic ghost? Do they go to the afterlife? Has this man been trapped in limbo on this ship, in this crew, waiting to get out? Or has he been enjoying his time here, and is resigning from his existence simply because another cartographer showed up?

Dolphus’ eyes traveled over the entire room, but now they settled back on the man, water slightly beginning to build beneath their lids. So many questions were forming in his mind, questions about how this all operated, and whether or not he was doing the man a favor or a disservice by taking over his post. “I don’t…”

“Why? Why am I…?”

There seemed to be more to the question, but Dolphus couldn’t get it past his throat.

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His path, would take him down past the bearthing deck and rowing deck. Then through the ammunition storage, where row upon row of Bolts sat bundled together for easy carrying. To the weapons storage. Racks of spears lined the walls, extra swords in racks closer to the center, near the back, a care and maintenance station, where another Ghost Sailor sat sharpening his sword.

He tested it on a scrap of parchment, the cut was neat and uniform. “ah” he says, “Too sharp again”

“Go on son, it’s ok, I’ve been around a looooong time, I can answer almost any question”

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Dolphus bit down on his lip for a moment.

“You’ve done this a long time.” He replied, blinking to force the water back down. “I’ve barely even been alive for fourteen years. I know the importance and severity of the mission of this expedition, but I took the offer to join on the assumption that there was no cartographer on board.”

“So why me? You are undoubtedly more experienced and knowledgeable on the subject and you have a great many more years to your name; why am I the inheritor of your life and your craft?”

His words were trying desperately to remain complex and elegant and hide how much his voice was trembling.

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The old man beamed at him. “One hundred and Sixty years. I was supposed to be done by now, but when Tharwin told me there was a Cartographer in his prospects. Well I decided to stay on to ensure they had as many resources as I could gather”

He stood and walked over to be closer to the door. Leaning against the Hull. “I served 60 years as a Mortal. Then when I died, I volunteered to remain in service in this form. To secure passage for myself and my Family to the afterlife.” He sighed in content, “Now, after you’re settled, I will go to join them in paradise. A long service, but worth it. For if anyone deserves paradise, it’s my family”

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Dolphus silently stood, his mind racing through every implication and outcome of this decision. There were too many. Why had this fellow stayed on for a hundred years after he had died? Why had his family been unable to enjoy paradise without him present? How was magic holding his soul to this mortal plane? Why did he have to take over this position, this century and a half legacy being dropped into his lap for a position he couldn’t even begin to care about?

This was an unexpected and sudden weight, a responsibility Dolphus was painfully unfamiliar with. Balancing the finances of the poor and destroying the most financially viable among them was the Gorov trade; honoring and maintaining the work of a hundred years’ diligence for no reward and with the greatest expectation placed upon the fulfillment of such a trade was not.

Dolphus clutched his cane sharply. “I have to go.” He blurted out before swiftly walking at as fast a pace he could manage back down the hall and rounding the hollow by the stairs, leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down it until he was nestled on the floor, his one arm clutching his knees, water filling in his eyes.

I can’t do this. I can’t do any of this. It’s too much.

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Andreas’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. He approached the ghost with a genuine grin. After years of constant bitterness, such an expression appeared uncanny on his face — his skin was akin to a heavy downpour, weighing down his smile some, but not quite enough to conquer it. Not quite enough to conquer pure modest human joy.

He swings his arms behind his back, not wanting to address such matters here and now.

“Tharos, my old chap. It warms my blackened heart to see you after all of these years”

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The Fishing supply shop was around a ten minute walk. The supplies inside ranged from Angling, all the way up to large nets and Tackle for dedicated fishing vessels.

“Good day!” The shop keeper said good naturedly

“My, my, my, Rook Andreas, as I live and Breathe! How’re you… Uh captain?..” He looked unsure as to what to call him now, “Haven’t seen you since…” He turned awkward again, and gestured towards Rook’s “hands”

“Ah well it’s good to see you anyway! I always thought you were a great captain, no matter what the First Mate said”

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“Hello. I am looking for standard supplies for fishing.”

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“Well you’re in the right place, what kind?” The shopkeeper smiles.

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“Spears, fishing poles. Small bait and tackle. The basics of a expedition travel.”

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“ahh, angling and Spear fishing I see!” He smiles wider, “Well I have a selection of fine rods over there, feel free to browse. I’ll grab an assortment of Rigs and Lures” he also reached behind the counter, and retrieves 3 slender spears. “If you’re not familiar with this design I’d grab some practice first, it’s quite a bit Springer than your standard design, helps stun the fish a bit, just in case you don’t get em in one” he collects all the items and sets them on his counter. He does a quick tally, “48 Ember, (Silver coins) plus the rod of course”

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“Very well.” Mako hands the coins over.

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“alright, the Rod for another day?” The Shopkeeper asks with a polite smile

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“Oh. How much for the rod?”

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“Hmmm, well the black one is 130, the Red, 150, and the green, welllll it’s 1000.” He seems hesitant to even offer the last one, knowing it’s more than most people have. Or would ever have.

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“Then I’ll take the black one…”

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Alexis stared emptily at her knife, focusing solely on the conversation between Rook and their priest Hoping to learn anything about why he had been glaring at her earlier. surely it was the military cape.

surely it wasn’t jealousy.

Surely it wasn’t something so…

so childish

Oh…OH it all made sense, at least from what Mariner had told her. so it was jealousy, she sheathed her knife and continued on her way to the helm. although it could be a mix of the two. She gave a wave to one of the ghost crew. In his eyes some Pompous-Military-Caelin had swept in and stolen a job he was much more accustomed to.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? You’re not the captain, You’re the Helmsman and your position as Caelin is questionable at best

She stopped short, the words of Mariner repeating in her mind, Functionally. She had authority on this ship, second only to the captain.

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Maybe there is hope after all, then.

Nico walked slowly down the length of the room, examining the weapons with a careful eye as he went. He hefted a sword, sighted down its length wistfully. In his line of work, or maybe his set of skills, something as elegant as a sword had never been something to learn. He’d learned and been tought to fight fast and dirty. Knife and club were all he needed.

He wished he had had someone to teach him, now.

He replaced the weapon, and turned back the way he had come. It was probably time to examine the crew’s quarters. He passed back through the ammo room, up the ladder and through the oar deck, and into the crew’s berthing.

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At the very moment Dolphus decided he would fight back his tears no longer, something startled him out of his plight. That something was Nico’s head popping up from the ladder in front of him, with presumably the rest of his body immediately following.

For Nico, the first sight he would see as he returned from the lower decks to the crew deck was Dolphus, huddled on the floor next to the stairs, the light reflecting off the water in his eyes. His face was perfectly mortified at Nico’s sudden appearance, and his hand had frozen halfway to his sword.

There was no verbal response. In perfect frankness, Dolphus was hoping Nico would apologize and then go away so he could go back to almost crying in relative peace.

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“The Black one aye, that’ll be 130 additional”

The Sailor waved back, a bit unsure of themselves.

A Ghost Sailor comes down the stairs at this moment. Looking back and forth between the two. The sailor turns on their heel and walks back up the stairs.

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