Role-Play Ether Sails

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  1. Nevermore

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    Salafield had taken to the new role easily enough, learning everything he needed to know within the first week. He was hardly skillful with a parasail, however. His aim was okay but he couldn't land properly to save his life, and had nearly lost it several times already, much to Rook's disappointment. He was much better with the guns, though his sword was still his best weapon. The hunter hoped to prove that to these men soon enough. It was unlikely they had ever witnessed the ferocity necessary for taking down beasts.

    Henry could easily be found just about anywhere sleeping, either perched somewhere cozy or literally hanging in a harness. He had taken a liking to the larger ship and crew. They provided him ample free time and space, perfect for sleeping. Salafield roused the cat whenever possible, just to annoy him, which surprised some other members of the crew. He showed virtually no respect for the cat, something typically frowned upon, though Henry never seemed legitimately offended.

    Having taken a break from their training on the guns, Salafield sat precariously perched just atop the bow, practically hanging over open air, sharpening and polishing his curved sword. This was his favorite spot, but it made everyone else uncomfortable and Rook furious. The hunter was unaccustomed to wearing a harness of any sort, having never done it before on his own ship, and thus forgot it pretty much every time. And he wasn't wearing it currently.

    When Mad called out to him he looked up and waved the man over. "Yo, Cap, what'cha need?" He said pleasantly, his mood having improved greatly the moment they had set sail.
     
  2. Isa

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    Mad nodded to the hunter and waved him down.

    "I'd like to talk please. And use your damn harness. Wouldn't't want a patch of rough air to send you to the surface the hard way." He turned away from the man and climbed up on to Hunter's bow and waved off the helmsman. The man nodded and scampered off to find a hammock below deck. Mad took over and glanced at the small chart that was pegged to the railing until he heard someone climbing the steps.

    "Rook says you land with the grace of a drunk stone, but you know violence better than most. Tell me can you read that chart there and tell me which way we'd need to head to find Spire Albion?"
     
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    Salafield offered Mad a look of chagrin before jumping down from the bow, landing lightly on the deck and startling a deckhand that was securing a line. He moved with surprising grace for a man so gruff of manners and appearance. As he made his way to the helm, the hunter spotted Henry asleep at the base of one of the masts. He nudged the sleeping cat with the tip of his boot, earning him a lazy hiss. A single, green orb flicked open and upon recognizing the man the second one followed. The cat stood and stretched lazily, yawning wide enough to expose all his sharp teeth.

    "Whaddu want?" Henry mumbled sleepily, working his tired jaw as the jumbled language fell out.

    "My harness," Salafield returned in common. "Cap says I gotta wear it, so I guess I gotta wear it. I think he wants me to do something right now, though. So can you fetch it?" The cat said nothing else, but grumbled some form of acknowledgement before disappearing below deck. By the time Salafield reached Mad he was harnessed up and latched in. Lazy though he was, Henry was fast. The cat sat perched upon the hunter's shoulder, hooked into the harness as well.

    The comment about his landing stung a little bit, but before he could dwell on it Mad said something else that brought a wicked grin to his scared face. It was a dreadful expression. "Beasts don't die easy," he said plainly as he glanced at the map. Despite not being very good with charts either, captaining his own ship had taught the hunter how to read one well enough. He was silent another moment before he continued, "It might seem unnecessary to some, but you have to kill coldly to defeat them. I almost feel bad for human opponents. Twenty degrees starboard, then hold her steady."
     
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    Mad nodded at the answer. and gave turned the rudder slightly.
    "Ferrus over there can keep the ship steady, but he couldn't navigate his way out of a brothel with a map and two helpers. Rook is even worse, I'm surprised the man can find his own hose to take a piss without asking for directions. Which means so far aside from me your the only person on this ship I know that can read a chart and navigate the mist by it. That's the hard part. if you don't know how to plot a course or check your position with a sextant I can teach you. but what I really need is a helmsman with the qualities you just admitted to. running a merchant ship through the mist is easy enough any fool can do it." he sighed and patted the wood timbers of the railing. "But despite what the ship register says Hunter is no merchant. She's a warship through and through and that means she needs a clam mind to guide her in a battle. If you can stay calm and think quick in a fight I could use a helmsman more than a border right now. I also need someone that can keep our home steady in a fight and still talk to Dawn down in the engine room." He tapped the top of a copper tube to give notice to the other end and then flipped the cap off it.

    "Helm to engine room, any word on if those new crystals can take a heavy strain?" He knew he voice would echo out of a similar pipe down below. Electrical lines were unreliable in combat to relay voices, but a old fashion pipe would pick up any sound and carry to the end. He just had to hope whatever ships Dawn Titian had been on before had used the same trick.
     
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    Salafield remained silent while Mad spoke. He regarded the chart again before turning his gaze to the sky beyond the bow. Henry had a knowing look on his whiskered face, his tail twitching with amusement. While they waited for Dawn's response, the hunter turned back to Mad, fixing him with a confident stare. "She's quite a bit bigger than my ship," he said, gesturing around him, "but the principles are the same. I can plot a course well enough, though I usually just eyeball position using the sun, never much cared for sextants. As for keeping her steady and thinking quick..." He trailed off, surveying the ship and leaning over the rail to gauge her size. The beast killer would need to become familiar with her if he was going to use her to hunt humans instead.

    When he returned to Mad he nodded firmly. "Fighting beasts is life and death every second. Blink and you're dead. I didn't get this pretty on purpose," he grinned and gestured at his numerous scars. "I think I can remain calm enough to hold her steady. If a helmsman is what you need, that's what I can be."
     
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    Dawn was sat next to the engine, leaning against it with a look of calmness. Her features were creased with a mixture of painful sorrow and overwhelming bliss, as if a long-hidden torment was no longer plaguing her thoughts. She took a deep breath, stroking the smooth surface of the metal protectors, enjoying the soft murmurs of life underneath. She wished that she could remove the goggles – but they kept everything quiet.

    Beside her, the copper tube crumpled into being, with Mad’s voice on the other end. Dawn blossomed from her position to stand, flipping open the cap with hesitation, as if she’d never seen one before. She leaned down.

    ‘Hello,’ she said, calling over the noise, ‘yes. You can make the music louder. Just… not too loud. The melodies are different. Familiar. Old. Unique. I think it would be fine. I’ll tune them. They…’

    She shook her head. That’s not what he was asking. She frowned, trying again.

    ‘They can take on a lot of demands,’ she said, her voice struggling for clarity. Yet, she tried, ‘More than normal. Keep the crew safe. Don’t overdo it for long.’

    Yes. Good.
     
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    Mad nodded and grinned at the answer before reaching over and ringing the bell that called everyone to arms.
    "Veterans reel the web. Everyone else kiss your lunch goodbye!" He shouted pausing long enough to see the oldest members of his crew reel in the ether silk sails and start in singing as they stood straight. with a hand on whatever solid anchor they could find as they checked their harnesses. He reached down and grabbed Henry as he darted up strapping a safety line to his belt and two other spots. He straightened and pushed forward on the wheel sending Hunter into a steep dive and looked over at Salafield with a grin.

    "Any minute now you'll hear her!" He shouted over the rushing wind and then felt the first notes of the ships timbers vibrating. Every airship had it's own song, some sang dirges, others trumpeted defiance to the heavens. But Hunter's song was different, she started out slow and built up to a peak and that's what he was listening for now as he looked back to check his crew a few of the new men that had never been in a combat dive were clutching at the rails with only a single strap anchoring them, one man was clutching the mizzenmast for dear life his belt straps flapping in the wind. He nodded and pulled back on the wheel sharply pulling out of the dive and giving a sharp whistle that had the experienced members of the crew jumping to run out the web. He grinned as he unbuckled Henry from his belt and noted a few sailors pulling themselves onto shaky feet.

    "That was a combat dive, it's one of the opening moves of any battle. Get used to them we will be drilling on them every day starting tomorrow, and by the time we reach Auroran skies you will all be able to jump to your combat post and our cannoneers will be able to fire a volley mid dive. Nobody died so you did good for a first time." He paused and glanced around the ship spotting his fleet liaison.

    "Lieutenant Rook! find anyone who failed to use their safety Harness and help them remember why we have them!"

    "Aye Captain! The galley was looking a bit dusty for my taste." Madison nodded as the man snapped his hand to his heart and started moving around the deck.

    "Come on, like you said this is bigger than whatever skiff or slop your are used to. After a stunt like that we need to check the ship over. and if your going to be my helmsman you'll need to learn to talk to the engineer. let's grab a bottle from my cabin and go see Dawn."
     
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    Salafield had no idea what was about to happen, but he had instinct. He ignored the stubborn curses hissed by Henry as he was snatched from one harness only to be strapped to another. The cat grumbled something incoherent, but Salafield was too busy surveying his surroundings to try and decipher the annoying language. He watched the captain's body language and a wide grin broke across his face. His legs spread wide below him as he took a stance that was half splits and half crouch. His right leg was braced far in front of him while his left was planted firmly just behind his hip. He gripped the railing in front of him with his right hand just as they entered the dive.

    His scarred face bore a crazed expression throughout the example and when they stopped he couldn't help but turn to his captain, smugness written plainly across his face. "You know, Cap," he said boastfully. "You might just be the luckiest man in the world. Did you know that some beasts can fly? Not a lot, and most of them don't like it up here. But there are some, and landing on the surface can be hell because of them. What you just did, that combat dive? I did it every time I went down there because it's the best way to make it down safely. My ship never sang like yours, though. She screamed."

    Carrying himself like the smartest kid in class, he nodded firmly and followed Mad. His mood had significantly improved while in the air, and doing something he had always done again, bigger ship or not, had put a spring in his step. He wanted to see what weird thing Dawn said next. It surprised him how eager he was to listen to her, but he just shrugged it off. He had been doubtful about this idea, joining a crew. Now, however, he felt like he was going to enjoy this work.
     
  9. Isa

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    "Oh I know some beast can fly. You've seen the mistmaw the way any veteran marine has. But you'll forget every battle you've ever fought against man or beast when you see the actual thing. even a full size dreadnaught can't do more than annoy them, and they can swallow those whole. If you ever hear the mist groan and whistle at you I suggest you go as quiet as possible and you real in the ether web sails. Noise and powered webbing attract them. most crews go their whole life without ever seeing one but every crew eventually hears them." Madison shuddered remember his only encounter with one of the enormous creatures. "Trust me, I'd rather do through a thousand battles, even ones as bloody as the one I lost my fleet commission in if it means I never have to see another one of those things in my life. I doubt even an entire habble would be able to hold a true mistmaw." He shook off the memory and nodded to Rook as he passed.

    "Bridge is yours lieutenant, treat my home well and keep us on course till I get back." The man nodded and Mad darted into his cabin long enough to grab a bottle of rum and then gestured for Salafield to lead the way down to engineering.

    "I've yet to find a better way for a helmsman and engineer to bond than sharing a few drinks."
     
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    Salafield laughed as Mad spoke about the beasts. He didn't doubt his captain's experience, but the fact that the man before him thought he could describe a scenario about beasts that he himself hadn't witnessed was too much for the hunter to bear. The scarred man had run into his fair share of mistmaw. While his captain was obviously shaken by the experience, as any man should be, Salafield had learned to deal with them long ago. He didn't voice it at that moment, but he found them somewhat beautiful. There was a certain grace to them, despite their size. Though his job was to hunt and kill beasts, part of him felt like he was only an intruder in their world.

    "That's what the landing dive is for," he said in a matter of fact voice as he moved down the hall towards engineering, using his own terminology. "And it's also why a smaller ship is better, easier to hide. They ain't the biggest fans of tight spaces and forests. Trees itch them like crazy and valleys are too narrow for their girth." The pair arrived outside the door to the engine room shortly and he knocked once before opening it, but he didn't enter. He held the door for Mad, waiting for the man with a glint in his eyes.

    "Captain, would you believe me if I told you I've fought one before?"
     
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    Dawn had returned to her position beside the engine, her eyes having lulled shut as she rested near it. For her, it was the perfect anchor for her thoughts – but the rest was short-lived. A knock at the door made her raise her head and she quietly prowled towards it, sitting before the doorway, a fair distance from the opening. She tilted her head, ready to stare at whoever stepped through it.
     
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    "I'd believe you'd fought a small one. The ones up here in the Mezesphere are a different story. I was in the fleet worked my way from marine to commissioned officer. every fleet marine spends a month on the surface. Damn bastards dropped us right next to a silkweaver nest, was the first time in my life I was glad to be warriorborn, without my strength I doubt the meager half platoon we ended the trip with would have survived. The ones mistmaws up here though... There practically flying spires and devilishly quick for their size. I think the only reason I survived my encounter with one is that another captain flew his ship near by and tried to out run it using webbing and corkscrew motors. a full size frigate simply vanished into the things maw. I could spend the next week describing the thing, drawing pictures and diagrams and it wouldn't capture it. Any man who meets a mistmaw in the Mezesphere is justified to shit his trousers and nobody on board would hold it against him." He raised the bottle and took a swig.


    "Enough with old stories though. if my helmsman and engineer are to work together we should be drinkinking and enjoying our time. I hope one day you and Dawn are close enough you don't need to shout orders down the pipe to her."
     
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    Salafield turned his head to hide a silent sigh. He wasn't surprised that his captain doubted him. Most men thought the younger man was telling them tall tales when he brought up the flying mountain that had nearly taken his life. "Aye," he said softly. "A small one." Mad didn't need to spend any amount of time describing such a monster to him. Despite his lie, the hunter had encountered a mistmaw bigger than any spire. Its cry had nearly shook his ship apart. If Henry hadn't scratched him to get his senses back he would've died, nothing but a crumb to that beast. He knew perfectly well how easily it could swallow a frigate.

    Mad's story was only half heard as his mind wondered back to the day he had seen the sun blotted out right above him. First it went dark, then a sound like darkness itself, hollow and deep, more powerful than anything he had ever heard before shook ship and man to their very cores. It had almost no tone, being mostly vibration, but the depth of it nearly tore him apart. By the time he realized it was a mistmaw the hunter was nearly swallowed. Henry brought him back and he was able to launch a massive harpoon half the size of his ship into its eye.

    It had been like poking a giant in the eye with a toothpick, but it was enough to distract the beast. Salafield had thrown the ship into the steepest dive he could manage, going practically vertical and plummeting in complete free fall. When he turned to see what it had done, all Salafield found above him was the gaping abyss of its open mouth, a chasm of nothingness. He wasn't sure how he had survived, feeling the weight of the monster bearing down on him and watching the earth rise up to meet him.

    He returned to the moment when he heard Mad mention the engineer again. A brief shiver passed through him as he shook off the memory and stepped beyond the door. He didn't look where he was going, instead looking around the room and noticing that Dawn was nowhere to be found at about the same moment that he tripped over her. A brief curse escaped him as he crashed down on top of the engineer. He felt something soft beneath his hand and went cold before quickly shoving himself upright.

    His eyes fell to Dawn, hoping he hadn't hurt her. "You alright?" He asked in a chagrined voice, offering her his hand.
     
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    Dawn glanced up to see the door open and the men step through – or at least, one of them did. The other took the liberty of forgetting where his feet were, crumpling to the floor – or rather, onto the engineer. She looked down at where his hands were and a devilish smile crept across her lips, her eyebrow raising. Her lithe frame squirmed away from him.

    ‘That’s not how you catch a cat. Your paws are too big,’ she said, ‘and these won’t purr.’

    She wriggled away as Salafield fought against himself to stand, prising herself up with a short jump. The grin never left her face.

    ‘Bad,’ she said with a soft nod. ‘Also hello.’
     
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    Salafield went red in the face as Dawn teased him. He couldn't face her grin, instead trying to focus on anything else in the room. His eyes had been drawn to her chest briefly, but even he knew that was the worst choice among bad choices. He settled for the engine. Not wanting to face his captain either, he settled on examining the engine. He couldn't even guess at what Mad was thinking at the moment and part of him hoped the shorter man kept quiet about it, though he didn't trust him.

    "Yo," he muttered in response to Dawn's greeting, still unable to face her. A silent curse ran through his mind. He would've rather faced another mistmaw than remain in this uncomfortable little room with that grin. Hell, the hunter wished she would've just kneed him in the groin like a normal girl. He deserved as much. But no, of course the quirky girl had a unique comment about it as she did about everything else. These won't purr? Daft girl.
     
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    Mad chuckled at the scene his slitted eyes glinting in the dim light offered by hunters immense core and the glow lights on the walls.

    "Maybe I don't need to worry to much about you two bonding Dawn seems to know exactly how to get in your head." He reached through the haslet cage and affectionately patted Hunter's heart. "Either way, we have a bottle of rum. I'd like to get to know the two people I'm putting my homes fate in the hands of. So let's find out where Cobble left his cups and have a chat and drinks."
     
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    Dawn stared at Mad for a moment, looking somewhat confused. She didn’t speak her concern, but instead glanced at the crystals, a saddened expression passing her features. Soon enough, she removed her hat and gently placed it next to the engine, shaking red curls from her face and shrugging.

    ‘Rum?’ she muttered, a smile growing on her face, ‘yes. The dancing drink. Will we dance here?’
     
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    "I'm warrior born Miss Titian. I've been told though that dancing with me is hazardous to ones feet, I'm afraid the fleet was more interested in teaching me to kill men than in how to charm women such as yourself." He grinned showing off his slightly sharpened canines. "Although I have been able known to dance a jog or two when occasion permits bit cramped in here but it could be done." He tapped on a few boards and finally found a loose one to pop open. Clever man Cobble, he'd built a number of small cubbies into the space between Hunter's hull and the interior walls.

    "Now then the finest rum from Spire Dalosia. Won it off my ex-wife after the last merchant race." He filled three of the mix matched glasses and handed them out. "No need to worry about being sober in the morning Salafield. Were to far from any of the major currents to worry about other privateers and the nearest fleet picket is at least two days out."