Tales of Glory and Valour: the Seafarers Main RP Topic

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@N01InParticular

For now, she needed to focus on the task at hand as she joined the group currently speaking with Mariner.

@DuneToa

He blinked as Mariner handed the command of the repairs to Ari, feeling a bit at a loss as to how he should respond.

As Ari walked behind Mariner, she noticed a few familiar faces who had pulled up onto the ship: the somber, pensive looking not-quite-Captain-yet Alexis joined their group, the friendly assassin with a suspicious face whose name Ari had forgotten stood nearby, and the bandaged up water magic user Mako was around as well. Every living member of the crew that Ari had met up to this point was now here, except for the enigmatic nimble girl in a cloak who Ari had seen dash after the marine.

@Winterstorm345

Mariner led them down the steps into his Cabin, the young sailor had managed to secure a cot and was hurrying to get it set up. The cabin was a mess, Mariner’s armour was scattered about, as were his plants. A collection of scrolls had burst from their storage and were floating in a thin pool of water clearly let in by the storm. The only thing that still seemed carefully placed was an Intricately carved wooden board. Covered with models of ships.

Ari entered the chamber and, tapping her foot on the ground, impatiently waited for the freshly arrived crew member to finish setting up the cot she had been sent after by Mariner. As soon as she was done, Ari walked up next to her and lowered the marine onto it, being extremely careful not to disturb him in any way to the best of her ability. She straightened out and looked at her dirty and bloodied hands. The busted knuckles on her right hand were still bleeding, and a couple red droplets hit the floor next to the marine. Ever since the adrenaline had worn off, it started to hurt quite a bit. She’d need to get that bandaged up. It was another scar to add to her collection…

Finally she looked around the cabin. Expectedly, it was a total mess. After a storm like this, it could have been worse, Ari thought, remembering what had happened to her own boat. All sorts of things were chaotically lying on the floor: from crates and scrolls to potted plants and pieces of strange armour. But one particular thing immediately caught Ari’s attention: a shelf filled with what looked like tiny wooden ships, that miraculously seemed to have been left completely untouched by the storm. She walked up to it and started carefully examining its contents.

Looking at these ship models, Ari felt strangely nostalgic. A dreamy expression appeared on her face. She used to put together similar ones as a kid and imagined them going on grand adventures full of dangers and discoveries. Back then, she dreamed about building a real ship and sailing around the world on it. It was a childish dream that died together with her parents and would never see fruition…

Of course, these tiny ships were significantly more intricate and well-put-together than anything a ten-year-old could come up with, but still, Ari could help but draw that parallel.

@Winterstorm345

Mariner looked down at his mortar and pestle with sadness as he broke up pieces of dried starfish. He hadn’t looked back to see if any of the privateers had even followed him.

Instead he focused harder on his medicines, he remembered his mother teaching him the mixes. He remembered her explaining which ones had been passed down, and which ones she’d invented herself. He wished he could remember her name.

Ari turned towards Mariner, wanting to inquire about the board, but immediately caught herself before she could utter a word.

She had little to no manners and could never read the room. She always said the first thing that came to her mind and was never afraid to voice her thoughts, with no regard for how that might affect others. But there was one thing she knew very well: to never, under no circumstances, disturb a person doing their craft. She went back to what she was doing before.