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Davin spent most of his night as Cernunnos wandering the wilderness and enjoying what the wilderness around Iolcus has to offer. When he awoke in the woods he sighed getting wearily to his feet before looking around to get his bearings. Damn you spirit always doing as you please. you could have at least brought me back into town before sleeping. He thinks as he makes the trek back toward the city and the fair grounds. Luck was on his side as he managed to get back just in time to hear the announcement as well as his name being called. How do you like that spirit you will get to travel with gods among men. Perhaps a few shall put you in your place, EH? He chuckles as he imagines the spirits seething rage accompanied by odd winds that flutter his clothes. Grinning at his luck and the frustration of the spirit he starts toward the dock. Luckily I'm already packed. I think i will wait on the ship. As he leaves he begins to hum a happy tune from his childhood. His mood improving with each step toward the dock.
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Mihyar was a little taken aback that he was selected for this voyage. But at the same time he was proud: "Your praise means much, Ragna Fau. Your grace in movement is no doubt a boon to our group as well."
Mihyar spends the early morning composing a letter to his Master Rahman Yassar to tell him of the great honor he has been given. "...I shall serve the young Prince Jason well during this journey, and through my diligence, I will bring honor to your name. Rest assured, Master. And thank you for trusting in me to be the representative of your household." As Mihyar heads to the docks, the sun is slowly rising. He travels light, carrying only the things that he came with. Sitting atop a sandy knoll on the beachside near the ship, Mihyar chants a blessing for a safe voyage. Last edited by dalarangreen; Dec 1st, 2013 at 04:36 PM. |
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Silly goblin, crits are for adventurers. Last edited by Javk; Nov 28th, 2013 at 12:33 AM. |
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As Ripaa and Khandar reach the ship Khandar sees the lioness playing on the nearby soil and goes to join her. Just make it back on board before we ship out my brother. Khandar then moves his things to a small cot inside the boat. He then went on deck to find what he could do to make the going faster, from helping those who had difficulty carrying their belongings to moving the rope around on the boat.
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When everyone arrives they are put to work loading supplies or making last minute repairs to the ship. Most of the crew seem to be meshing already, surprising given how many big name egos are aboard. The girls are given a few strange looks, but if anyone is thinking ill of taking them no one is speaking it aloud.
With everyone working together the last few crates are placed in the hold. A new wall with a small door has been put up in the cargo deck to section off a place for the women. There’s only enough room in there for two cots and one chest that the women will have to share, but somehow it feels less cramped then the men’s quarters. When it’s all said and done about forty people have gathered on the upper deck. Jason stands at the helm. His curly blond hair is hidden under a bandana and he has changed into a pair of breeches and a light silk shirt, the better to be working long hours on the ship. He wears an approving look on his face as he addresses the crowd. A finer group of heroes hasn’t been seen since Agamemnon sailed for Troy. They will sing about this one, so long as we manage to live through it. he says light heartedly. A cheer comes up from the crew as he steps from his perch. Such a wonderful beginning! rings a voice from the dock below. When Jason and the rest of the crew look over the edge it is revealed to be none other then Pelias himself, flanked by a small number of guards. Surely you didn’t think I would allow you to leave without wishing you farewell! As many of my hopes are riding on this ship as anyones. He motions to one of his guards who produces a large clay pitcher of wine. Now we must do this properly my boy! He calls out to Jason as he steps next to the Argo. He begins to pour the wine into the ocean as he speaks. Oh blessed Poseidon, grant this vessel a quick return, that we may all know they will. With that done he then smashes the pitcher against the side of the ship. There now! That should do it! Jason eyes the man coldly throughout the entire display. But he waits until the man is done before speaking. If your quite done with the theatrics uncle then we shall be on our way. We have a destiny to fulfill, unlike some people who will be sitting pretty in there bed praying for misfortune. Pelias just smiles at his nephew and gives him a slight bow before heading away from the ship and back toward the palace. As Jason watches him go Heracles steps away from the railing and looks at the crew for a moment before bellowing What are you all standing around for? Get to those oars and lets set out! |
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