Role-Play Ether Sails

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  1. Paladin_girl

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    In spite of her intentions, Dawn’s attention was drawn everywhere, her curiosity abundant. When a man drew near and spoke to her, the woman’s gaze rolled towards the scar across his face, her abstract thoughts dancing with questions. Amusement. More questions. Oh dear. Questions. Yes. A young man. Energy seeming to roll from his shoulders. There was a taciturn grace to him, not unlike Madison’s.


    Grace that could only be found amid the kisses of stars.


    Carefully, Dawn started to step away, grabbing at either ends of her messy, long curls and hiding her face, looking left to right, her eyes seeming to search through the mess of people.


    Mess. Yes.


    ‘I think you should stride the sky with us,’ she said softly, glancing at Mad, then to Salafield. ‘I like cats.’
     
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    Salafield's expression was a shifting mess of emotions. At first he grinned when the clerk was insulted, but the grin fell when his one specialty was shot down instantly. It fell further when the strictness of the ship was laid out. This man called himself and his chief engineer gods. Was he for real? If Mad couldn't speak cat, the beast killer would've discussed this with Henry. The cat on his shoulder merely watched the men quietly, his whiskers giving away nothing, least of all his decision to not call Mad Air-stalker. Salafield wasn't the only one with no respect.

    The killer clenched his fist as Mad finished speaking. He was probably better with a cannon than a gun, but his combat experience meant he was a fighter, and he much preferred being close with a sword. If those that could use a parasail were used for boarding that meant being in the thick of battle. A wicked grin spread across his face as he clenched his fist tighter. He hated being desperate enough to have to resort to following another's orders, but he would make the best of a desperate situation and show them his strength.

    His grin became a look of confusion when the girl finally spoke. She seemed troubled, clutching at her curly hair as if it were a nervous habit. Her voice was so soft he barely heard her and what he thought he did hear sounded so strange it caught him off guard. Henry purred softly and twitched his tail. "I like her," he mused softly.

    Salafield sighed and his shoulders sagged visibly. He looked exhausted now. "I-I'll do it," he muttered. "You give me one of those parasails and I'll be frontline, every time. Men die easier than beasts, after all."
     
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    "Don't worry Hunter's crew is a family. I had an unfortunate run in with a silk-weaver matriarch some years ago so I won't argue that. But don't think this is easy, I'm recruiting now because I lost nearly a quarter my fighting force in our last voyage, and another quarter including my Chief engineer are out for Builders know how long with major injuries."

    "Mad Lion getting his crew killed like always." Mad turned around his gauntleted hand raised and the crystal glowing and primed to fire at the comment.

    "One more disparaging remark about me, my ship, or my crew and you'll find out first hand why your brother lost a duel to me boy. now sit shut up and go back to burying your head in ledgers like a good clerk Jamesson." Mad held the gauntlet stead for a few moments anger dancing in his eyes while the man made a point of finding something very interesting in the book before him. He took a breath and released the etheric energy from the gauntlet as he lowered his arm. "Sorry about that I don't exactly see eye to eye with the great houses and the fleet takes exception to my job. Fortunatly the Spirearch handles privateer payments not them. Now I really do have a need to be going, Albion hates being left waiting and I need to see about a few pardons. You can come with us if your decided or you can go meet the crew that's already signed on were in cradle three up at Habble Mornings dock. I'll need to be their soon since all my blank contracts are in my cabin. So with us or catch us later Mr.?"
     
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    "Friend," Henry purred in the language of the cats, a knowing glint in his eyes. Salafield nearly hissed, his mouth clenched like he was in great pain. He shot a glare like fire at the feline. Henry pretended not to notice, licking at a paw idly. The beast killer wanted to strangle the cat, but disrespect was one thing. Killing a cat was a grave offense. He clenched his fist and tried to regain his composure. The captain would find out soon enough that he was a fine killer, so there was no need to respond to the remark about the difficulty of the job. He would fix his ship, that was a guarantee. Salafield wasn't about to die here. He had ignored the exchange between Mad and the clerk. At this point the man behind the counter was beyond reason, seeming like he had a death wish.

    "Salafield," he finally managed evenly. "You can call me Salafield. And I'll go with the young lady," he glanced at Dawn. "She seems interesting, and I've grown rather bored."
     
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    "Fair enough," He glanced at the cat and switched back to speaking cat.

    "Any cat will always find a welcome on my ship but if you plan to stay with your human I'll have to subject you to the indignation of a harness during combat. I tried sparing a cat and he broke two legs during a fight." He turned and pulled open the door before switching back to trade speak.

    "Let's get going then the boys have likely filled out the rest of the crew by now from tavern scrappers and I need to speak to the Spirearch about another round of pardons before I take off again." He stepped outside and set a quick pace as he crossed the habble's market toward the imposing mansion that was the heart of Spire Albion's government. He knew he should be showing more courtesy to potential crewmen but his patience was running low after nearly a week stuck at port waiting for repairs and recruiting. any aeronaut would be testy after that long. He missed the sky and soft purr of Hunter's main crystal so low that it was outside the hearing of all but a warrior born. Even with the habble ceilings being more than twice the height of the tallest man he still felt claustrophobic in the spires.
     
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    Dawn stared at the men as they continued to talk, her attention continuing to flit in and out before she looked down at Henry, pulling a wide smile and bowing her head softly.



    ‘Cat,’ she murmured softly, curiosity on her features. ‘I won’t pet you.’



    When Mad began to make his way towards the exit, Dawn glanced at Salafield and tilted her head, curiosity in her eyes.


    She then looked at his hands.


    ‘You’ve died a thousand times.’ The smile never left her face. She chuckled and moved towards the door, glancing over her shoulder occasionally to see what the pair behind her would do.
     
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    Henry simply shrugged his furry shoulders. Salafield was the fighter and the cat rarely needed to lift a paw. His human also fought creatures on the ground, so air battle was unfamiliar territory for them both. If he could sleep in the harness then he would happily let them strap him in. He would consider this a little vacation while his human did all the work.

    Salafield didn't need to ask why the cat was purring all of a sudden. They had known each other a long time and he could tell that the cat was enjoying himself. Henry was probably trying to figure out how to maximize his sleeping time while the hunter would do all the work.

    He watched Mad leave without saying another word. The hunter wasn't one to mince words and he felt they had said all that was necessary for the time being. His eyes and curiosity fell to Dawn. She still hadn't introduced herself and she spoke less than he did. He wasn't sure what to make of her.

    When she spoke to Henry neither one of them was sure if she even spoke the language. It was rare, but she had already proved she wasn't exactly ordinary. "I might consider letting this one pet me if she changes her mind," he mused to no one in particular.

    Salafield wasn't sure what to make of her words to him. He looked at his own hands, their skin worn and thick from years of gripping rope and blade. The hunter had suffered numerous wounds in his short life and his face wasn't the only part of his body that was a patchwork of scars. His hands were probably the least damaged part of him. What did she see there? How had he died a thousand times?

    Her cheerfulness actually made the hardened fighter shiver. What exactly was she? She looked like she was expecting a response from him, standing at the door with the same smile on her face. He couldn't think of anything to say, simply adjusting his curved blade before moving towards the exit, willing to follow if for no other reason than to get answers.

    Henry remained silent, his green orbs seeming to absorb everything around them. He seemed to understand, but he wasn't about to reveal any wisdom he might have held.

    The clerk groaned under his breath, just wishing all the crazy people would leave and stay gone.
     
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    "Three to see the Spirearch. He'll be expecting me." Mad stated as he reached the gate of the Spirearch's mansion. The guards simply crossed the tips of their spears and glared at his gauntlet. Madison groaned to himself at the gesture and glanced at the two newest members of his crew and switched his speech to cat.

    "Salafield allow me to introduce you to the civil guard, these two idiots aren't likely to be stationed up here again anytime soon though." He pointed to the one on the left, "Take him, can't keep his paw tight on a weapon and all his weight is leaning away in fear. His buddy though is solid, firm grip but not strangling the shaft weight balanced on his feet and looking bored." He rolled his head around a few times cracking his neck in the process and then pulled of his cap before taking a deep breath and letting it out in the leonine roar that only an upset warrior born could muster. before nodding to the guards and pushing through the crossed weapons casually.

    "Have a nice day chaps." As soon as he pushed open the gate Naet darted out and jumped on his shoulder.

    "Air-stalker must you make that sound to get my attention? I believe one of those watchers messed himself."

    "Ah, Henry, Salafield. This is Naet son the nine claws Chief Noun."
     
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    As the small crew passed through the gates, Dawn kept her head down and bowed her hat a little closer to her face, avoiding the looks of the guards. Civil or not, she wasn't prepared to show her face to anyone unless they deserved it. Once the guards were behind them, Dawn looked around the mansion with a curious look.

    'Spear-Arch,' she said softly, although she seemed more surprised than definite. It was as if she was expecting the house to sprout legs.

    Silly thing. It chose to sit, she thought.

    She glanced at Naet and her expression melted to something warmer.

    'Cat,' she murmured contentedly.
     
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    A sour look had adorned Salafield's face by the time they reached the gate. The trip was neither short, nor long so he could not complain. However, it was also uneventful. His answers never came and the girl remained the same mystery. Mad's attempt at humor did nothing to improve his mood. Unless people made regular attempts on the Spirearch's life he doubted these men had much to fear. He saw one of them staring uneasily at the scars on his face and sighed. His expression wasn't helping. He tried to appear more friendly but the attempted smile came out like a grimace that made one of them flinch.

    He rubbed his temple and turned to Mad just in time to catch a face full of the noise he made to call Naet. His fist clenched but he restrained himself before his new captain. He'd hate to get kicked off the ship before even starting the job. "I don't think these men have much to worry about," he spoke in the language of the cats, glad that the rough language hid the tension in his voice. "Unless the Spirearch can read a man like that, he'll never notice enough to let them go. And I doubt anyone is dumb enough to kill them."

    "Naet," he continued in cat. "This is Henry, and I am-"

    "Friend," Henry interjected with a purr, a knowing glint in his verdant gaze.

    Salafield snapped. "Damnit!" He growled, this time in common. "I told you never to use that name, that's twice now!"
     
  11. Isa

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    Mad laughed at the brief argument.

    "Surely you know by now Salafield that cat's do what they want when they want to." Naet simply blinked at him and twitched his tail before launching himself from my shoulder and vanishing into the building. "And just because people don't regularly try to kill the Spirearch doesn't give them license to relax. Most would be assassins are stopped by the fleet when they land on the docks but lack of caution is what makes enemies bold. What I just did? Any fleet marine whose made captain can read a man who was that sloppy. fortunately both guards are to daft to realize I singled out the more competent one." He grinned as he turned to face them as he pulled open the door to the manor. "Johnathan spent time at the Wayist temple in his youth learning from the monks and like most of his predecessors served time in the Fleet, he's quite capable of taking care of himself in a fight, possibly more capable than you or I since my understanding is he is the only person to regularly overpowers the guards at the Habble landing Wayist temple on a regular basis. I get paid a small bonus for finding incompetent guards who he in turns appoints to his personal guard so it's easier to escape them. Ah- speaking of which." He paused as a short man approached them down the hall, his grey hair was cut short in a military trim and he was clean shaven, even under the heavy robes of his office the spirearch was obviously a fit and powerful man.

    "Mad! I thought that was you I heard bellowing like a surface creature. Naet said you were in need of more pardons?"

    "Johnathan Albion I present my new chief engineer Dawn Titan, and Salafield, I'm sorry it seems I've neglected to request his surname. Dawn would like to discuss the price of her service with me here after we've secured any necessary paperwork." Albion nodded to both of them and waved the trailing guards off before eyeing Dawn speculativly.

    "You always seem to find the most interesting crew, well our agreement stands anyone working for you get's a pardon for any crimes committed before or during their service to you. While I'm drafting those perhaps you could explain to me why it is that you have recruitment signs all over the Habble."

    "Not much to tell, Hunter was making a run on a merchant and the Ceridwen came out of the high sky on us. We managed a few lucky shots that took out some of their trim crystals thanks to XO Journeyman's orders unfortunately he perished in the process." Johnathan raised an eyebrow at that.

    "It's a shame about Robert Journeyman he would have made a find admiral one day, still against a ship like the PSS Ceridwen your lucky to have survived at all, Spire Piker prides itself on that ship for good reason. Well then, I have good news for you on that front, I've managed to convince the Council that if they lower the price on their honey we can afford to send a few ships out to help protect the currents. Unfortunately the Auroran merchants are becoming infrequent and their have been reports of Auroran fleet ships scouting Albion's sky's politically I can't do anything about that but perhaps you can convince them it's best if they continue trading with us?"

    "Not a problem, fly Atlantean or Nephesian colors on runs maybe hit a few merchants from Spire Atlanta flying the Auroran colors to spread mistrust..." Mad muttered to himself as he considered options."Yes I believe we can help convince them we're the best option for trading John." He clapped me on the back and used his hand to steer me down a side hall.

    "Now then your new crewmen should follow us to my office where we can get some proper privacy and tea to discus their pardons and any alterations to the contract they might want."
     
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    Salafield nearly coughed when mention of his surname came up. He hadn't told them that Salafield was his surname, and he was thankful that no one had caught on to his real name yet, despite Henry's best efforts to rattle him. He eyed the shorter, fitter man before him curiously. He was a well trained man, well stationed as well, that paid a bonus simply to acquire guards, men whose job it was to protect him, that were easy to escape. He knew the man was older than himself judging by his grey hair, but at that point the hunter felt he was at least somewhat childish. What was he up to that he didn't want his guards around him? Perhaps the drink.

    He realized that while he was lost in thought the two men had been carrying on an entire conversation. His mind sought out anything pertinent he might have picked up despite missing the conversation. Did they say pardons? For past crimes as well? A low whistle escaped past his lips as he turned to Dawn and spoke softly, "It's a shame I've been behaving myself all these years. Pardons for everything we do on the ship, and even before? Sweet deal."
     
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    Mad laughed at the comment.
    "A privateer needs to be willing to do what's necessary to finish a job, but I expect my crew to have morals. That kinda man doesn't get along well with the admiralty and even less so with the civil guard. Most of my crew has a record of some sort. A few of us have been booted from the fleet and had our swords broken for doing the right thing instead of doing what we were told."
     
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    Dawn stirred when Salafield spoke, her mind having wandered, even when her feet shuffled to keep up with the others. So many sights. So many sounds. How did the stout man before them live in a place so loud?

    When the words finally sank in, she realised what Salafield and John were referring to. For a moment, Dawn looked intensely sad.

    It wasn’t my fault.

    The look came and went like the breeze through the curtains nearby, of which had caught her eye before. Now, she suddenly felt naked and alone in this Spear-Arch. This noisy place. She started to frantically scratch at her biceps, agitation marking her pristine features.

    ‘Titian,’ she corrected Mad’s pronunciation of her name, as if that was the thing that truly bothered her. ‘That last bit is important to me.’

    In spite of that, she didn’t meet Albion’s eye, instead continuing to shuffle. The sooner they left this place and were in the sky, the better. Engines made sense. Engines were quiet.
     
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    Salafield kept his gaze pointed straight ahead, giving off the air of a man distracted, but not unaware. To the untrained eye, he was defenseless, looking at nothing in particular, but to those familiar with combat he would appear relaxed and ready. Nothing about him gave away that he had noticed Dawn's behavior and he said nothing about it. His sour expression from earlier had faded, but now his verdant orbs shone like uncut emeralds and his mouth formed a hard line. There was something about Dawn that she wasn't about to tell them. It bothered him that he was curious about it at all.

    He nodded stiffly at Mad as he followed the two men down the hall. He hoped to be out in the sky just as much as Dawn. "I care more about the money than morals," he said evenly. "All I want is to fix my ship and get back to my business. Help me do that and I'll do whatever you need."
     
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    "Do your best to be a decent person and you'll make plenty of money aboard Hunter. Still I usually come back to port three or four times a year to collect on bounties, John what was the total for this last run?" Mad asked as they walked into the Spirearch's study.

    "Hmm I'd have to check the ledger to be certain but I believe you and your crew collected around thirty million pounds. As I understand though your ship account with the Albion bank is significantly higher."

    "Sounds about right, so that meant fifteen million went to the ship account, which is used to pay out death benefits, provisioning, maintenance and general repairs which this time covered the purchase of eight new trim crystals. six canon grade weapons crystals and the cost of three cords of wood. Me and the crew still walked away with five hundred thou each, and that was a mediocre run. Now can I get those pardons? I've been hobbled for a month already and the sooner I'm in the air again the better I'll feel I also need to get Master Cobble to show Titian around the engine room before we leave, I can barely understand what he did with the haslett cage." The Spirearch nodded and pulled out a sheaf of papers.

    "I have a set ready for you already, your crew just need to sign their name at the bottoms and have them returned to my office and you'll be set to go. I'll have a runner deliver copies for them as soon as their made." Mad nodded and handed a Salafield and Dawn both a copy of the standard pardon.

    "Will these suffice for you two? As for details, I have a basic contract on the ship, you'll be registered with the fleet as part of my crew which means the bank will liquidate the ship account if Hunter fails to send word for more than a year with your share being paid to the relative, person or group of your choice. If you have the misfortune of dying aboard Hunter the same applies to your benefits with your next of kin or chosen representative receiving two years worth of wages upon our return to Albion. If you don't have anyone I recommend specifying the Wayist temple as your representative, the monks always need more money for charity."
     
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    As his new captain spoke, Salafield started to think he was in the wrong business. They made more on a mediocre run than he did on some of his best missions. He thought he was a man that paid attention, but even he never would've guessed so many bounties existed. A grin spread across his face as he accepted the pardon, too distracted by the thought of money to register anything else Mad said. He would be done with this sooner than he had originally thought. Before the captain finished talking about benefits he took a pen from the desk and began to fill out the form. The hunter was so distracted by the money that he gleefully filled in his full name without hesitating.

    Mieu Salafield.

    His mother had named him Friend in the language of the cats because she loved their kind so much. She hadn't considered the ramifications of naming her son Mieu in a world full of so many people that didn't speak the language of the cats. He had been tormented for his name during his early life. Eventually, he stopped using the name all together. This was the first time he had given it in many years. He moved the pen down the sheet and filled in his mother's name and information as his beneficiary.

    His scars made the grin he flashed at Mad and Dawn look demented as he handed the sheet back to his new captain. "So," he said excitedly, "when do we set sail?"
     
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    "Well we'll be airborne as soon as I have paper work taken care of and Dawn has gotten settled into the engine room. Despite his best efforts Master Coble still hasn't gotten the new trim and lift crystals installed something about wanting to test his replacement."
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    The new crew had settled in well enough. His new fleet liaison was a dour man that managed by some miracle to be shorter even than Mad named Rook. Rook surprisingly had taken to the idea of training new people on using parasails with a gusto and had them jumping off the peak of Hunter's tallest mast and land on different spots until he was confident they could hit any place on a ship during boarding. Coble had made a few parting comments about Dawn being adequate before leaving the ship and they'd managed to find a skilled doctor by the name of Glaspole. So far they'd spent the first week of the voyage to towards spire Aurora doing drills and double checking the repairs. Despite some initial resistance he'd convinced everyone to drill not just on using the cannon's and gauntlets but he'd also gotten them to wear the safety harness at all times and made sure they always kept two of the three lines attached to anchor points. A few more days and he'd let them go without safety lines outside combat. Mad adjusted his goggles and looked up at the sky gauging the time by the glowing ball of the sun through the mist. Time to make his rounds through the new crew and check on their progress.

    He tightened the band on his hat and headed below decks smoothly clipping and unclipping his anchor lines as he went. He knocked as he got to the Engine room and then stepped in.

    "Everything running smooth down here Dawn?"
     
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    Dawn was huddled against the engine, the waves of heat and life thrumming against the membranes of her skin. She'd stripped off her coat and hat, placing it to one side and bundling the auburn coils of her hair into a high tail. The ribbons were loose and barely considered; a placeholder in her hurry to work. Beneath the goggles propped against her eyes, streams of liquid ran down her cheeks as relief spread across her face.

    Food, she thought, her heart thundering beneath her ribs.

    ‘Smooth,’ she said, her voice barely a whisper above the working hum of the engine, ‘so smooth. So quiet. So calm. Peace. Thank you.

    She looked up and smiled brightly, ‘It’s a beautiful core. It’s music.
     
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    "Aye, Hunter has a beautiful song when she chooses to voice it. Coble thought I was daft for saying I could hear her song when I went to sleep. I plan to put her and the crew through their paces tomorrow starting with a few combat dives. Let me know in advance if the new crystals can't take the strain yet. In the mean time Coble had a stash of tea and one of those new kettles that runs off the ships core somewhere down here. And if I know the man he probably left his safety hammock tucked away in a tool locker. Get some rest we'll be counting on you to keep us in the air if we get into a fight." He tapped his hat in a mild salute and then moved back up settling his goggles into place as he moved back out into the air he raised his up.

    "Salafield a moment please!"