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{Gil}:
Gil was regretting his decision to join in as a deckhand, already forgetting those cold and lonely nights on the streets, covered in filth. His clothes stuck to him with sweat and sea water, his hair felt oily and gritty, and he hated just about every damn person on the boat, especially the nobles.
"Probably never worked a day in their lives I bet," he whispered under his breath as he made his way to the crows nest. The only job he actually didn't mind because it was so stupidly simple, most of the time you just sat around and did nothing but rest. Gods help you if they hit something why you were on watch though, but that was really only a problem when nearing shore.
As he reached the top he sighed with relief, he had been helping scrub the deck all morning and his arms felt like lead bars, and his stomach had revolted against three times already, if the damn ship could stop swaying everything would be just fine.
He frowned as he watched an old man flick liquid all over the recently cleaned deck.
"Oi," he shouted. But the old man waved off his shout, Gil knew that the old man could do what he wanted. It was made clear that the wrinkled bag of skin was near above him on the chain of command, actually, almost everybody was above him on the chain of command.
"Your lucky I don't come down there and kick your ass," he whispered to himself. In his heart he knew he would never have the guts to do such a thing and when the man aimed his staff at him he freaked out, cowering away from the approaching fireball and almost falling out of the nest.
But there was no fireball of course and a deep crimson flushed his cheeks as he realized he had been fooled by none other then the old man. He mad several curses to the wind, promising the eternal damnation of the wizard before getting bored. When another man came to relieve him, he grumbled about his relaxation time being ruined.
And no doubt he would have to clean up after the old man too. He sighed as he marched off the deck, mad that he now had to do more work then needed. On the way to the cargo hold he bumped shoulders with a young man.
Already ticked from the wizard he spun on him, upon seeing his appearance; a lithe figure with a pale complexion, soft blond hair, and and being relative clean skin, he concluded that he was probably a spoiled noble. He looked around and saw another noble and a small bower girl, both looked well off though it was obvious the girl was a slave.
"Oi, boy. You should watch were you going, some people actually work around here and don't sit around doing nothing. And you ,slave, don't you have a master to go to? Or did he accidentally left you off his leash," he spat on the ground at them.
It was a dangerous move, if they were actually powerful nobles he would get into some serious punishment, flogging even, if they were one of the higher ups. But they were pretty young and they needed every deckhand they could get right now.
{Adan Armando}:
The wind rushed past him as he stood at the bow of the ship, enjoying the view. The last few days had been quite exciting, he had made a short trip from the small village with some of the other villages to one of the large port cities in hopes of selling some fish. While there he caught site of a giant ship and a plethora of rumors, there meaning of them, some more far fetched then others yet the general consensus was that it was destined to find the missing heirs that caused such treacherous times.
He knew then he wanted to join the ship. If he could find the heirs and...kill them, everything would be fine, the world would be in such a beautiful state of chaos that it made his heart leap with giddy excitement. He had killed a few people here and there, ten to twenty maybe, but at the thought of being responsible for the death of thousands was almost too much to bare.
Getting on the ship was to hard, a smile, some coins, and the fact that he was a fisherman helped earn him a spot and it amazed him how simple and fast his life had changed. He had been home for over a decade and left it in a heartbeat. But the problem was that it never really felt like a home, the people were too friendly and the town was too peaceful, he yearned for disaster.
Seeing people trembling in fear, cowering in horror as they realize they're going to die, reducing the strong willed to a pitiful a husk, and doing all that by his own hand is what he wanted and this ship could offer it. He sighed with the pleasure of those thoughts and turned around when he smelled the faint scent of blood.
An old man was sprinkling the liquid over the deck, shouting at a deckhand, and staring intently at the resulting pools. The blood brought a smile to his face and stepped gently over to the wizard, crouching down he asked,
"Now why is an old man like me so purposefully ruing a perfectly good deck, just look at the mess you've made," his voice was light and cheerful but as his gazed at the man his thoughts grew darker. He did not like the way the old man seemed so...confident? Arrogant? Cocky? Whatever it was it was driving him mad, he wanted to bash him on the skull. Cave his head in and watch the man twist his face in shock and fear, he wanted to see him TREMBLE.
Years of practice protected these thoughts with a facade of smile, a cheerful grin that made it seem like he cared for his response.
{Summary}:
Gil whines about everything that annoys him and start a confrontation with: Dalak and Ida.
Adan starts a pleasant conversation with a wizard.
Gil was regretting his decision to join in as a deckhand, already forgetting those cold and lonely nights on the streets, covered in filth. His clothes stuck to him with sweat and sea water, his hair felt oily and gritty, and he hated just about every damn person on the boat, especially the nobles.
"Probably never worked a day in their lives I bet," he whispered under his breath as he made his way to the crows nest. The only job he actually didn't mind because it was so stupidly simple, most of the time you just sat around and did nothing but rest. Gods help you if they hit something why you were on watch though, but that was really only a problem when nearing shore.
As he reached the top he sighed with relief, he had been helping scrub the deck all morning and his arms felt like lead bars, and his stomach had revolted against three times already, if the damn ship could stop swaying everything would be just fine.
He frowned as he watched an old man flick liquid all over the recently cleaned deck.
"Oi," he shouted. But the old man waved off his shout, Gil knew that the old man could do what he wanted. It was made clear that the wrinkled bag of skin was near above him on the chain of command, actually, almost everybody was above him on the chain of command.
"Your lucky I don't come down there and kick your ass," he whispered to himself. In his heart he knew he would never have the guts to do such a thing and when the man aimed his staff at him he freaked out, cowering away from the approaching fireball and almost falling out of the nest.
But there was no fireball of course and a deep crimson flushed his cheeks as he realized he had been fooled by none other then the old man. He mad several curses to the wind, promising the eternal damnation of the wizard before getting bored. When another man came to relieve him, he grumbled about his relaxation time being ruined.
And no doubt he would have to clean up after the old man too. He sighed as he marched off the deck, mad that he now had to do more work then needed. On the way to the cargo hold he bumped shoulders with a young man.
Already ticked from the wizard he spun on him, upon seeing his appearance; a lithe figure with a pale complexion, soft blond hair, and and being relative clean skin, he concluded that he was probably a spoiled noble. He looked around and saw another noble and a small bower girl, both looked well off though it was obvious the girl was a slave.
"Oi, boy. You should watch were you going, some people actually work around here and don't sit around doing nothing. And you ,slave, don't you have a master to go to? Or did he accidentally left you off his leash," he spat on the ground at them.
It was a dangerous move, if they were actually powerful nobles he would get into some serious punishment, flogging even, if they were one of the higher ups. But they were pretty young and they needed every deckhand they could get right now.
{Adan Armando}:
The wind rushed past him as he stood at the bow of the ship, enjoying the view. The last few days had been quite exciting, he had made a short trip from the small village with some of the other villages to one of the large port cities in hopes of selling some fish. While there he caught site of a giant ship and a plethora of rumors, there meaning of them, some more far fetched then others yet the general consensus was that it was destined to find the missing heirs that caused such treacherous times.
He knew then he wanted to join the ship. If he could find the heirs and...kill them, everything would be fine, the world would be in such a beautiful state of chaos that it made his heart leap with giddy excitement. He had killed a few people here and there, ten to twenty maybe, but at the thought of being responsible for the death of thousands was almost too much to bare.
Getting on the ship was to hard, a smile, some coins, and the fact that he was a fisherman helped earn him a spot and it amazed him how simple and fast his life had changed. He had been home for over a decade and left it in a heartbeat. But the problem was that it never really felt like a home, the people were too friendly and the town was too peaceful, he yearned for disaster.
Seeing people trembling in fear, cowering in horror as they realize they're going to die, reducing the strong willed to a pitiful a husk, and doing all that by his own hand is what he wanted and this ship could offer it. He sighed with the pleasure of those thoughts and turned around when he smelled the faint scent of blood.
An old man was sprinkling the liquid over the deck, shouting at a deckhand, and staring intently at the resulting pools. The blood brought a smile to his face and stepped gently over to the wizard, crouching down he asked,
"Now why is an old man like me so purposefully ruing a perfectly good deck, just look at the mess you've made," his voice was light and cheerful but as his gazed at the man his thoughts grew darker. He did not like the way the old man seemed so...confident? Arrogant? Cocky? Whatever it was it was driving him mad, he wanted to bash him on the skull. Cave his head in and watch the man twist his face in shock and fear, he wanted to see him TREMBLE.
Years of practice protected these thoughts with a facade of smile, a cheerful grin that made it seem like he cared for his response.
{Summary}:
Gil whines about everything that annoys him and start a confrontation with: Dalak and Ida.
Adan starts a pleasant conversation with a wizard.