Adventure In Westeros -Rp-

[Westerosi Lord 2]

Jonathan Flowers strode up the Pink Maidens plank, taking note of Victor sleeping. Kicking him awake, Jonathan went to seal his arangements with the captain. From there Jonathan dropped his gear off and locked his door behind him. Peering through the window, he waited for everyone to make their way to the ship, they had half a day to get on before they left for Astapor.

 

Telling the cabin boy to wake him up when the first arrivals showed up, Jonathan stroked a pendant and dozed off.

 

((All aboard!))

[Kim 1328]

Mattias ducked behind the few crates surrounding the ship that would take them to their goal. The ship that would take Mattias to the fabled 'Khaleesi'. Shrinking back as a few people passed with a large crate in hand, Mattias moved to find a crate suitable for their size. Shrink down. Be nothing... Mattias muttered to them-self as they found a partially empty crate. Slipping in was the easy part... Waiting the day out before they could sneak out of the crate was the hard part. Exhaling deeply, Mattias clutched a small satchel to their chest before dropping the lid of the crate down. 

 

After a few seconds, the crate shifted. Mattias thought for a moment the crate would tip over, spilling the contents, including Mattias, out. But it quickly balanced out and she heard the grunts of two men as the long crate was hefted up into the air. Synchronized steps transitioned from walking on stone, to wood, to the softly rocking surface of a ship.

[xboxersz 222]

Carrying several trunks of goods, Noach walks up the gangplank. Robe flowing in the slight breeze, Noach goes below to his cabin. After storing his belongings, Noach sits down at his desk, pulls out a book, and starts to read.

[Lyuin 65]

With a pack over one shoulder and a few hired hands carrying other provisions including but not limited to parchment, ale and clothing slowly make there way onto the boat. He thanks them and pays them hastily before waving them off the boat making a couple of light-hearted jests. 

 

He sits on the crate containing some of his provisions and begins drumming a rhythm against the side of the crate before beginning to sing a less known Sea Shanty.  

 

Ooooh, A captain's life seems elegant
With far more booze than regiment.
He's required to provide
For all the crew aboard.

When provisions are running short,
And if the ship is far from port,
The Cap himself must sacrifice
For all the crew aboard.

There's no rum in the captain's barrel...

 

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsUJWg-uvlY << Actual song. Try to imagine it in a less modern way but with the same driving rhythm :P ))

[seannie 7443]

Victor grunts in anger as he is kicked awake, "Feck off already." He would say but then looks up to see Jonathan walking on the ship and scrambles for his sword and pushes himself off to his feet, dusting himself off, he walks towards the Pink Maiden. Strapping his sword around his waist, Victor walks around the ship, inspecting every nooks and crooks onboard getting an overall layout of the ship, then shrugs as if he was satisfied. Victor then loosens his armor and removes it seeing that he has no use for armor on a ship, as one could be pulled down to the Greyjoy gods with heavy armor, and seeing that he doesn't want to be a Drowned Man anytime soon, he nods in approval and places his hand over his armor watching people pass by.

[DigitalRescue 4]

Rickard grabs his things and leaves the 'Inn', before leaving for the stables. He takes his horse and rides it to the dock, dismounting just before the ship.

"Any room for my horse? You can just put down some hay, right?"

[Splitchris 11]

Chad wears a grimaced expression as he walks up the plank to the ship, his head throbbing and stomach growling from his hangover from last night. He had listened to Johnathan about the quest, then, the sorrow of the slaughter of all his companions and fellow mercenary friends just two mere days earlier had caught up with him and he had blown all his money on ale and other alcoholic substances to block it out. Now, the hangover was catching up to him and a rocking ship out at sea did not sound like a good place to wait for it to pass. Some seaman welcomes him aboard the vessel, and is answered by a grunt, Chad really isn't in the mood for socializing right now. Sitting down in a corner and rubbing his forehead, he stares out at sea, waiting to depart.

((Sorry for mobile post, but I wanted to make a post before the ship leaves.))

[Henselt 9]

Eden scurries off to the ship, still clad in his armor, never trusting anyone but himself, and his lust for riches and prestige. He steps onto the ship, finding a hammock to flock to, preferring to rest rather than socialize with the other runts of the litter, and those leeches who are a threat to him and his ambition. 

[Westerosi Lord 2]

The Bravos crew men stared at Rickard, before shouting to the captain. He comes up and says in stilted common toungue.

 

"You vant hurse to come on ship?"

 

The captain lets out a weird bellow like noise that Rickard would notice is the man's laughter. Before things can escalate, Jonathan emerges from below deck and says.

 

"Leave it Rickard, horses will be waiting for us in Astapor."

 

Making his entrance, Jonathan steps fully on to deck, and glares at Chad.

 

"The next time you show up drunk while on duty as one of my men, I will kill you myself. Drink only when you are off duty, this goes to all of you."

 

Checking the position of the sun, Jonathan mutters and heads back into his cabin, waiting for the last of his men. He pulls out his armor, sword, and shield from his cabinet. Taking a rag, he begins to polish down the armor and weapons. After this he gets to the real work of sharpening his sword, though he also sharpens the point of his shield.

[lukejes 55]

Ramyr sits on a barrel and flips through the pages of his copy of the Seven-Pointed Star. Although he appears to be reading, he listens to the members of their little band. He feels his new knife hanging from his waist. The captain exits his cabin and Ramyr eyes him. "Seems susceptible enough..." Ramyr's hand leaves his dagger and instead grabs his cask of strong wine. He taps one of the deckhands on the shoulder, "Go tell your captain that I request his audience... alone. Sooner rather than later." The deckhand nods and runs off.

 

((Westerosi Lord, do you think you could rp as the captain?))

 

[Westerosi Lord 2]

A bit later, the cabin boy aproaches Ramyr and motions with his head to the captains cabin. If Ramyr chose to follow the boy he would have an audience with the captain, but everyone would see him enter the cabin.

[lukejes 55]

Ramyr enters the captain's cabin, closing the door behind him and locking it. "Let me get right to the point, if you will. Wine?" Ramyr holds up his cask and pours it into the captain's goblet. "Perhaps we  

will hold off on the drinking until after our conversation, yes?" Ramyr begins to pace back and forth. "I wish to make a little agreement. You seem a reasonable man. What do you desire most, Captain? Money? Power? Whatever the case I can give you both." Ramyr waits for the captain's reply.

[Westerosi Lord 2]

The captain looks closeley at the man, judging him. After waiting long enough to make the silence uncomfortable, he says.

"You better chose your next words wisely, Jonathan would pay good gold if I was to root out a man who plotted against him. However money certainly intrigues me, but not power in a land like Westeros."

 

The captain takes a sip of wine

 

"Speak"

[Sneaky 189]

Wilson approached the ship, taking a seat on a crate. He pulls out his journal writing down the people he saw down. He soon pulled out his new longbow restringing it, to keep it ready for a fight. He sets his bow down looking through his gear inspecting each piece very carefully, making sure there is no cracks or anything that could be fatal to him in the near future.

[seannie 7443]

Victor mumbles quietly to himself "I should have taken this job." As he watches everyone walk back wondering who would plant a dagger in his back in hopes for glory and riches. Victor then sighs rubbing the back of his neck nervously and leans on the rail of the ship, making no move to help the crew of the ship depart King's Landing.